𓊆 ❤︎ 𓊇 ──── seven powerful businessmen have the luxury, the influence and anything they could ever desire — yet none of it makes them feel alive anymore. that is, until they become captivated by a waitress who awakens something inside them for the first time in years. drawn in by your presence, they offer you one night of passion and pleasure in exchange for money, never expecting it to end in such an unforgettable way.
PAIRING ✦ dom!bts x sub!f.reader
GENRE ✦ gangbang au, BDSM, polyamory, eightsome, porn with little plot, smut, fluff
WARNINGS ✦ 18+, explicit smut, rough sex, eightsome, multiple orgasms and positions, creampie, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), free use, mentions of safe word (not used), semi public sex, they're all obsessed and possessive over her, drinking and smoking, flirting, they protect her, sexual fantasies and interest, so much tension, makeouts, hickies and marking, scratching and hair pulling, mentions of blood, they literally have the sweetest yet dirty relationship development, kinda semi public sex, thigh riding, groping, power play, size kink, heavy body worship, stripping, praise kink and dirty talk, switch but mainly submissive!reader, slowburn sex cos they take their sweet time with her, they call her her with such endearing nicknames, oral sex (f. receiving), breast play and nipple play, so much nipple stimulation, belly button stimulation, teasing over panties, clit rubbing, panty sniffing, finger sucking, they tease her so much, clothed sex, cunnilingus by multiple men, pussy eating, face riding, clit sucking, pussy inspection, she's always being touched in every way possible, so much hypersensitivty and arousal, edging, cum eating, finger fucking, scissoring and g-spot and cervix stimulation, fisting and penetration from several fingers, anal fingering, rimming, use of lube, yoongi saves the best for last so he claims her ass first, anal training, cum denial, begging, they make her squirt while giving her oral, oral sex (m. receiving), kneeling circle blowjob to all seven men in rotation, deepthroating, throat fucking, gagging and saliva play, she switches between them, ball sucking cos our man jin loves it, use of belt as a collar, cock slapping on face/tongue, sloppy messy blowjob, crying, overstimulation, simultaneous handjobs, sensory overload, they masturbate onto her body, cum facials and cum play, cleaning cocks with mouth post cum, they constantly check in on her, yoongi fucks her in reverse cowgirl, choking, mirror sex while doing it doggy with hoseok, manhandling, spanking, mid air suspended position by jungkook, deep pounding, cowgirl position, she rides seokjin while yoongi sucks her clit, bondage with the use of silk ties, missionary by taehyung and jimin, degradation, they cat call her, cum inflation and frothing, nasty sex, so much bodily fluids, double penetration, namjoon takes her ass while jimin takes her pussy, tit fucking and handjobs together, they pass her around and uses her (consensual), double vaginal penetration done by yoongi and jimin, triple penetration, belly bulging, all holes used repeatedly and creampied, slight details of several more positions and orgasms, they compete against who can make her cum the hardest, sex throughout the night, she kinda ends up losing her consciousness, they all take care of her together, sweetest loving aftercare
WC ✦ 28k
NOTE ✦ it's finally posted! i'm so sorry for the delay but i hope y'all enjoy this oneshot, this is also my biggest oneshot so far and definitely my smuttiest one yet so i hope it leaves your panties wet and your thighs trembling a little hehe, i've put a lot of time and effort into this story cos it's also my first time writing an ot7 smut, i hope it's worth your time and lives up to your expectations, if it isn't perfect, i apologize since this was my first attempt writing a fic involving so many characters at once, i'll keep practicing and working hard to make even better ot7 fics in the future, as always i'd love to hear your thoughts and feedback in any form, it means the world to me and always motivate me to keep writing, i love you sweethearts, happy reading !! <3
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“another win today.” namjoon says, leaning back against the couch with a sigh.
jeon jungkook, kim taehyung, park jimin, kim namjoon, kim seokjin, jung hoseok and min yoongi, seven powerful businessmen had spent the whole day in boardrooms acting like actual hunters in sealing the deal that left everyone else speechless. exhausted and filled with the adrenaline of victory, they'd all collectively decided to head straight to one of the city's most exclusive clubs. they didn’t wanna face the quietness and loneliness of going back to their house, where everything seemed too consuming but coming here wasn’t any better.
they had everything one could only ever dream of, endless money, private jets, yachts and influence over the highest ranks yet the men today felt a certain hollowness in their chest. a void that no amount of luxury could fill, it was mocking because they were supposed to celebrate winning billions today.
they were all seated in the vip section that had been prepared for them before they even arrived, their status was known too well by everyone.
jungkook the youngest yet fiercest among them, who is used to getting what he wants slumped back against the cushions, his black suit jacket unbuttoned and his tie hanging loose around his neck, revealing the tattoos that traveled up his arm to the side of his chest. taehyung was beside him as he accepted a glass from the waitress, his own tie loosened as well. jimin fiddled with his cufflinks before tossing them aside while namjoon, who was often like the leader when it came to their business, crossed one leg over the other.
seokjin the eldest ran a hand through his hair, loosening his tie completely to be able to breathe properly. hoseok beside him, probably the least grumpy and bubbliest in the group, leaned forward with elbows on his knees but he also tends to be intimidating at times when necessary. yoongi the quietest and most intimidating was right beside him, lighting a cigarette with a flick of his lighter. he was the most feared and intimidating one among all of them, those sharp eyes alone sent shivers down people's spines.
“it feels empty..” hoseok broke the initial silence as he exhaled smoke from his own cigarette. the vip rooms glass walls allowed a view of what was going on outside but inside it felt too isolated.
“billions more in the bank—we should be celebrating shouldn’t we?”
but even as he spoke, his eyes drifted to the ashtray, his usual vibrant energy dimmed by that same hollow feeling they all shared. they were tired of the constant days of work and the same routine that nothing seemed to spark that feeling of being alive anymore.
“yeah.” jungkook replied with a frustrated tone as he stared into the distance, lost in thoughts of the day that should have left him exhilarated but instead left him numb.
“fuck… it feels like i'm losing myself amidst so much work.”
taehyung nodded slowly, swirling the alcohol in his glass before taking a sip, his gaze distant as he took off his suit jacket throwing it over the armrest.
“i feel it too… there's no excitement anymore, no one to share it with that truly gets it.”
it felt like they'd climbed every mountain to reach the top and they finally had but now the view is just empty sky. the conversation went on between them comfortably until jimin chimed in too.
“i caught myself standing by the office window earlier.” he mutters.
“i was thinking about how we used to make such a big deal of every win. now we’re making billions and i barely feel anything.”
he lets out a dry laugh.
“that's messed up isn’t it?”
namjoon ever the philosophical one, nodded.
“i get it, we spent years working for it convinced it'd make us happy then we get here and.. life just keeps going.”
“exactly.” seokjin added.
“i brought the latest new car last week, the one everyone won't shut up about.”
“and?” hoseok asked making jin snort.
“and nothing, it was cool for ten minutes then it was just another car you'd brought.”
a few chuckles spread around the table. yoongi remained quiet but his rare interjection cut through, taking a drag from his cigarette before speaking.
“every day feels the same lately.”
the others looked up at him.
“wake up, work, make money, go home, repeat.”
“and the worst part?” taehyung says quietly.
“we should be happy..”
“but we’re not.” jimin finished.
silence settled as they sat there with just their thoughts. a stripper began her usual routine just outside their enclosure, her body moving in a seductive dance catching the attention of every single man present there but not one of the seven men so much as glanced her way, their eyes remained unfocused staring into space, occasionally sipping their drinks or puffing smoke out. all their thoughts were interconnected in some way.
jungkook traced the rim of his glass absentmindedly while taehyung's brow lifted when yoongi spoke up again.
“we're sitting here acting like a bunch of depressed old men.”
that earned a few genuine laughs.
“maybe we are old men.” seokjin admits.
“speak for yourself.”
the laughter faded but the mood felt lighter for a moment even though the silence returned because it wasn’t awkward just familiar.
in the main area outside the exclusive section, you walked around balancing a heavy tray full of cocktails and liquors. you'd worked this job for far too long, your sweet smile remained fixed on your lips as always but that never quite reached your exhausted eyes. the uniform you wore was the standard for the club and what all the waitresses here must wear, a tiny shirt and a black blouse with a neckline plunging enough to reveal your cleavage but not overly vulgar. it was tiny and tight leaving little to the imagination and you'd grown used to the wandering eyes and glances of drunk men while working. your feet ached in those heels today and the constant barrage of customers earlier had left you drained but you still pushed forward with determination.
just a few more hours before you can go home and relax and get out of this hellhole.
as you continued serving in the main area moving between tables, you hadn't even glanced toward the vip section yet, focused entirely on the section you were serving placing drinks in front of some loud men nearby but you didn’t know that taehyung's eyes had lifted suddenly, scanning the crowd out of habit before locking onto you. for whatever reason, you caught his attention immediately and completely.
there was something about the way you carried yourself, even from where he sat he could see the tiredness etched deeply in your eyes, the way when you thought no one was watching you let your posture slump. he couldn’t help but notice the subtle bounce of your breasts with each step and the way your hair was styled but slightly messy from the busy night. it wasn’t just the physical allure even though you were one of the sexiest women he had laid eyes on, it was also the authenticity, the way there was something real in you. it was like a cherry on top, making you look even more attractive in his eyes even though he hadn't interacted with you and it made his heart race. unexpectedly.
intrigued taehyung straightened, genuine interest flickering in his usually bored gaze as he leaned toward the others.
“hey all of you, look over there, the waitress serving the main floor.”
the group shifted their attention subtly, eyes following his direction. jungkook raised an eyebrow crushing out his cigarette as he took in the sight of you balancing another tray.
“damn… there's something about her.” jungkook observes.
jimin tilted his head, a small smirk forming as he observed you.
“i know right?”
he was clearly intrigued as namjoon nodded thoughtfully, eyes assessing you even from afar. it reminds them of something genuine almost, she doesn’t even know they're watching and it makes them want to learn more about you. why do you stand out so much? and why even though they haven’t interacted with you, are you already making the night feel less lonely?
jin chuckled as yoongi finally speaks up, his tongue coming down to lick at his bottom lip collecting a stray drop of alcohol.
“she caught my eye too.” he confesses.
they go quiet for a bit just watching you, feeling that unexplainable pull that took away the heaviness from their chest for a fleeting moment. taehyung grinned, eyes still tracking your movements.
“told you she's something else. makes you wanna know more doesn’t it?”
everything else was put aside, now all their fascination is on you as you continue to work completely unaware.
you leaned over a corner table to set a drink in front of a middle aged man with a sweaty face and bloodshot eyes clearly several drinks past his limit. you were about to turn around to leave but that’s when a meaty hand clamped down hard around your wrist. it happened so suddenly that you jumped, turning around to look at him with wide eyes.
“hey there sweetheart.” he slurred, his breath reeking of whiskey and something stale that made your nose wrinkle. his other hand hovered dangerously near your waist.
“what's a pretty thing like you doing serving drinks when you could be sitting on my lap instead? bet you'd look even better with that skirt hiked up. i could show you a real good time.”
you were used to this. it had happened several times before in this club filled with entitled men who mistook your politeness for availability, thinking that they had free rein to touch you or grope you whenever but bills didn’t care about your comfort or the dread you felt, they demanded payment and this job as risky as it was, was what kept the roof on top of your head and food on the table.
some backed off easily when you threatened to call the manager, a kind hearted woman who had always had your back and also all the other girls who worked alongside you, knowing the difficulty of handling men and got security involved without hesitation. others, the way too gone ones or insistent ones, required her intervention and you'd be so grateful each time the guards kicked them out. still the constant risk gnawed at you. you wondered sometimes what if your manager wasn’t nearby, if things escalated too far before help arrived, you could never protect yourself from these men. you weren’t strong enough.
these days you hated the job more than ever but what choice did you have? it was the curse of never having enough money.
you tried to pull your hand away gently at first, twisting your wrist in his grasp while maintaining that professional smile though it felt strained because of the disgust you felt just from his touch.
“sir please let go, i need to get back to work.” you said evenly even as fear started rising in you. his grip was tightening painfully.
“if you don’t, i'll have to call the manager right now. this isn’t okay.”
but he didn’t listen, leaning closer with his lecherous grin.
“aw come on, don’t be like that baby.”
his crude words continued making your stomach churn as you looked around hastily, no other staff was close enough to notice anything and the music drowned the majority of the noises as genuine fear gripped you, now realizing how trapped you were against the wall and the table’s edge.
from the section overlooking the main floor, all seven of them watched the scene unfold with growing anger but before any of them could react, jungkook's eyes narrowed, his tattooed hand clenching around his glass as he watched the man disrespect you. he didn’t think twice and stood up walking straight up to the table. his hand shot forward from behind the drunk man, yanking his grip away from your wrist with such force that the man stumbled back.
you gasped sharply at the sudden interruption, looking up at the handsome stranger who just became your savior. he radiated such power and fury. the man immediately recoiled as he took in jungkook's tall frame and the glare he had.
“w-what the hell man? this isn't your business.” he sputtered, trying to puff up but clearly intimidated.
“it is now, touch her again and you'll regret it. get your hands off her and fuck off before i make you.”
the man tried to protest, his hand reaching towards you once more and that’s when jungkook's control fully snapped. you watched, eyes wide in horror as jungkook grabbed the man's wrist hard before it could touch you once again and twisted it so hard that the crack of bone was audible even over the club's noise as the man howled in pain, doubling over.
“shut the fuck up!” jungkook growled, not wanting the man's scream to pull even more attention and put you in the spotlight.
“or i'll break the other one too. now leave and don’t even think about coming back here.”
the man now pale faced and squirming in pain, nodded frantically before scrambling away, clutching his injured hand. you watched as he disappeared into the crowd. you stood there frozen for a long moment trying to process what just happened, your heart fluttering.
no one had ever defended you like this before and it was so foreign that you struggled to find words now, not being able to compose yourself.
“i… t-thank you.” you managed shakily as you rubbed your sore wrist absentmindedly.
jungkook's gaze softened as he looked at you, scanning you for any other signs of injury.
“are you okay? are you injured anywhere else?”
you nodded attempting a small smile, not wanting to think about what would happen if he didn’t interfere on time.
“yeah i'm… i'm fine. thank you again really. i appreciate it more than you know.”
“you don’t have to worry anymore, i'm jungkook by the way.” he rasps, holding out his hand for you to shake it.
you stared at it for a bit, your lips parting as you shakily gripped his hand, your hand looking comically small and delicate in his tattooed one. he held your hand in his gently like giving you the free rein to pull back if you want, not the forceful grips that you're so used to.
“y/n.” you breathe, his thumb brushing on the back of your hand in a comforting manner but it instead sends a shiver of thrill down your spine.
how long has it been since a man’s touch excited you instead of making you disgusted? and now with you holding his hand, it made you realize how much you’ve been yearning for it.
“y/n.” he repeats as if tasting your name on his tongue.
the emotions swirling in his eyes almost hold you captivated for a long time before you pull your hand away from his as he studies your face for a long moment.
“you don’t have to go back out there right now.” he starts.
“wanna take a break? come sit with me and my friends over there just for a bit.”
his offer surprised you as you hesitated only briefly, your feet ached in your heels and you'd been working for so long, you didn’t want to lose contact with this stranger named jungkook so soon so you nodded.
“okay a little break sounds good.” you whispered.
jungkook's lips curved as he guided you to the vip section amidst the crowd, his presence parting people like they knew who he was but you still didn’t grasp who he was yet as you stepped inside the area, you paused, recognition finally drawing into you. you'd seen their faces a few times in newspapers or news channels even though you'd never paid enough attention to learn about them in depth.
they were extremely rich, powerful businessmen and they looked so different in real life even more fierce and dominant. six of them lounged across the couches and they were big not just in height and muscularness but also in the aura they exuded. they made you feel small and out of place, they looked you up and down taking in the way your uniform hugged your curves tightly.
their gaze didn’t hold anything lustful but something appreciative like you were truly worth noticing and deserved adoration. it made your stomach twist with a strange heat as you shifted on your feet, smoothing your hands down your uniform self consciously, not knowing how to step past the door but jungkook led you further, his hand resting on the small of your back.
“this is y/n.” jungkook announced to the group as he gestured to you.
“figured she could use a minute away from it all.”
the way the men straightened immediately told that they didn’t mind having you in their space one bit as if they'd been dying to have you near, their eyes locking onto you with undivided attention. one by one they introduced themselves, the one with the broadest shoulders spoke up first.
“i'm kim namjoon. nice to meet you y/n.”
next to him, a man with such perfect handsome features smiled.
“kim seokjin but you can call me jin.”
a bright eyed man leaned forward.
“junghoseok.”
right beside him was the quietest man yet with such a piercing gaze that spoke more about him louder than any words can.
“min yoongi.” he offered a small nod only.
the two other men introduced themselves next, the one with plush kissable lips whose name was jimin and the man who noticed you first, a smirk present on his expression named kim taehyung, a little stubble present on his jawline that made him look even sexier, his voice also the deepest among them.
there was so much masculine energy and the smell of male in this small room that you felt fully surrounded by it in the best way possible and that you might as well have just fainted from how weak in the knees you were. you’ve always been so confident in handling everyone in your job but this was the very first time that you were so fidgety.
“come sit please.”
one of them spoke up and you nodded dumbly before taking a seat on an empty couch right in front of them. you realized quickly with just a little introduction of how different they all were yet fundamentally similar to each other in some way. maybe that’s what deepened their bond so much. the men exchanged glances, their thoughts still clearly fixated on the incident outside.
“fucking prick.” jungkook muttered as he settled near you, cracking his knuckles.
“a guy like that thinks he can grab whoever he wants, i saw red when his hand touched her.”
taehyung nodded, his eyes still on you.
“we all did, no one should have to deal with that shit in their workplace.”
“it's good that you handled it kook. i was so close to beating his ass up too.” namjoon turns to look at you.
“are you sure you're okay?”
their protectiveness made butterflies erupt in your stomach.
“yes i'm okay.” you bite your lower lip, looking down at your hands, twisting them together.
you were acutely aware of how their eyes followed your every small movement and the tension was palpable even when there was silence. you noticed one thing, none of them, not once had glanced at the stripper dancing just outside even though the other men were staring at her like a hawk and catcalling her but to these men, it seemed as if she didn’t exist and you were the only center of their attention, like you were the only one that existed in their world.
it was overwhelming.
intoxicating
“so y/n tell us about yourself. how long have you been working here?” jimin broke the silence, wanting to learn more about you.
“i've been working here for a while… pays the bills you know? it's not ideal but it's what i have right now.”
you talked shyly at first but words started flowing more easily than you expected. you shared bits about your long shifts and the exhaustion and how you dreamed of something more stable but life doesn’t always go the way you want it to. they listened intently, asking thoughtful questions as if they really wanted to know more and cared about your life. they also shared about themselves too.
“we just closed a massive deal today… but honestly? it feels empty.” jimin explains.
they looked at you like you were the only spark they'd felt after months, watching you as you laughed lightly at a joke hoseok cracks. you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear with pink cheeks when you felt all their eyes on you at once.
“you're cute when you're shy.” seokjin chuckles.
their compliments weren’t crude, they admired your beauty and the efforts you made at your work, your confidence and how despite everything, you were so strong to do this every day.
time seemed to pass by without any of you realizing when the topic turned deeper, they learned of your financial struggles too. you never let anyone know about your weakness but for whatever reason, you trusted them so easily to let the words flow.
“i manage, i make it work somehow.” you shrugged.
their expressions shifted with concern.
“you also don’t have to worry about that guy from earlier bothering you again, he's suspended from his job.” namjoon clarifies.
information on that man was retrieved by the guard outside and namjoon learned that he worked at a measly low grade company that they could probably buy within seconds but they wanted him ruined so they made him lose his job instead with just a few texts, they held the power to do so. seeing him touch you like that pissed the hell out of them.
you paused, blinking in shock.
“what? y-you did that for me? but why? i'm used to it, men are always around in this place so it's nothing new for me.” you croaked.
they reacted immediately as yoongi's jaw clenched.
“used to it? you shouldn’t have to be. no woman deserves to face this every day.” his voice was low with anger while jin's usually light demeanor hardened.
“you're handling all this out there?”
you smiled sadly, looking down at your lap.
“you really didn’t have to do all that for me—”
but jungkook interrupts you before you could finish your words.
“we'd do it again in a heartbeat. you're worth more than being treated like that.”
you swallowed at their words, almost feeling tears brim in your eyes that you pushed back, your heart not being able to handle such affection and possessiveness but in a good way from them, in a way that you’ve never received before in your life. it left you speechless and with a thousand unknown feelings and little did you know that even to them you seemed even more extraordinary than their words could convey as taehyung leans back on the couch, his eyes locked on yours like he hasn’t missed a single word.
“you know.” he starts speaking.
“most people in places like this… they're always acting like someone else but youre just... you, even after a shift like that its nice to see it honestly.”
the others nodded in confirmation, knowing what taehyung means by heart. they've been constantly surrounded by too many fake smiles and even women who have had eyes on their wallets rather than them. they've had countless encounters before with girls trying to be too close to them because of an intention, none of them were honest and wanted them for who they are.
“yeah i get what he means.” hoseok added softly.
“it's just… refreshing talking to you feels normal like actually normal.”
“o-oh?” your heart thuds harder at their words.
“you're honest.” yoongi said simply.
“people don’t really do that much around us anymore.”
“i'm not that special.” you breathe.
“you are y/n.” jungkook glances at you.
“when that guy grabbed you… you were about to handle it even before i intervened. you're tougher than you look.”
you're the kind of woman who could bring kings to their knees without even trying, that's how they saw you. they made you feel desired, not merely physically but as someone captivating in her entirety, your your smiles and beauty and your confidence mixed with shyness, they loved everything.
you felt this certain heat all over you that pulled you towards them, your legs clenching together and that didn’t go unnoticed at all. sensing the shift and needing a moment to compose yourself amid the overwhelming feeling, you offered them a slightly breathless smile.
“um do you all want some drinks? i can go get a fresh round.” you offered, noting how all their glasses were empty but that none of them seemed even the slightest bit drunk because of how well they were at handling alcohol.
they nodded in agreement and you rose from the couch, feeling their eyes follow every movement as you turned, feeling their stares caressing the curves on your back and it made goosebumps of excitement rise up on you as you walked to the bar, almost hurrying to be back to them, not wanting to waste any second with them.
returning moments later with a tray balanced with their liquors of choice but nothing too heavy, you felt the intensity multiply upon re entering their space. you set the tray down on the low table slowly which required you to bend forward but you did so almost intentionally and coyly so that they'd get a good view of your cleavage. doing a subtle arch of your back that allowed the already short skirt to ride up exposing the curve of your ass, you heard sharp intakes of their breaths and that makes your heart pound harder.
your uniform was so short that you'd always avoid bending down but doing so in front of them made you feel wanted. your cleavage pressed forward against your top, the soft swells visible for the men in front invitingly.
“damn y/n...” jungkook breathed first as he shifted in his seat.
“are you trying to kill us bending over like that?” jimin lets out an appreciative hum, not complaining one bit to have you like that while hungrily tracing your figure.
seeing you like this is stirring things they haven't felt in ages. you bite back a grin when you hear yoongi let out a growl when he catches a glimpse of your white lace panties. your thighs pressed together subtly as you straightened, feeling exposed yet empowered.
you handed each of them a glass, jin's fingers brush yours when grabbing the glass and the contact makes you gasp.
“easy guys, we've got all night.”
what started as conversations and shared stories had slowly turned into something deeper as the tension and intimacy grew that none of you could deny it anymore. there wasn't anything normal anymore, there was too much need and their eyes were growing increasingly hooded. it was like both of you guys were in a game wanting to see who'd break first and take what they need, challenging each other through eyes alone. jin was the first one to break, not being able to fight the pull anymore.
“come here y/n.”
you watched him manspreading so sexily as he patted his thigh and you let out a shy smile, standing up almost immediately to walk to him. he guides you onto his thick thigh, his large hand resting at your lower back, the heat of his body and his scent make you tremble as you place a hand on his chest. sitting on his lap made your skirt ride up and you made no move to fix it, your feet dangling off the ground because of the height difference with jin and not only him but also all the other six of them were just so huge especially namjoon, whom you guessed was the tallest of all.
you felt a subtle shift of his muscles as he adjusted, supporting your weight with literally no effort. the others watched with appreciative eyes, already jealous that jin gets to have you so close at first, their focus on the cigarettes and drinks was completely forgotten.
“are you comfortable like this y/n?” jin rasps leaning closer, his warm breath hitting your ear.
his hand stayed put, thumb rubbing circles against your thigh and you nodded jerkily, the proximity making it hard for you to breathe. you forgot about the club, the music outside. it was just the seven of them who were pulling you in their spell even deeper. then taehyung, not being able to help himself, leaned forward from his seat.
“can i kiss you sweetheart?” he asked directly, eyes searching yours for any hesitation.
the way he asked for consent made you flush, you were not used to it at all and it only made your need bubble higher and more fiercely.
“yes please.” you plead.
he closed the distance slowly, his hand cupping your jaw before his lips met yours right there with you still on jin's lap. it started soft but quickly deepened, his tongue tracing the seam of your mouth before slipping inside making you moan into it which he swallowed. the breathy sound began to ignite something in all of them because even if your eyes were closed, you could sense their expressions.
the kiss was unhurried, he took his time exploring every inch of your mouth as both your salivas intertwined. he tasted like something entirely different like dark chocolate. his fingers threaded through your hair and he pulled back his eyes half lidded and breathing unevenly.
“fuck you taste good.” he mutters, thumb brushing your swollen lower lip.
hoseok joined right after taehyung, sliding closer on the couch, looking at your lips with dark eyes, wanting permission without any words and you reached for him grabbing the collar of his shirt. while your other hand pressed harder on jin's chest for balance, fisting his shirt. the makeout with hoseok was different, it was hungrier like he couldn’t get enough as he sucked your bottom lip and you let out a louder whimper.
“mmph!”
jin's hand on your back slides lower, brushing against your butt and it makes you shiver, your bottom pressing harder on his thigh. he rearranges you until you are straddling one of his thighs, only causing the entire pressure on your clothed pussy alone making you squeal. you shifted on his thigh to chase more of that friction, your skirt now rode up further revealing your lace panties fully.
one by one they each took their moment and kiss until you were surrounded by heated touches and kisses. namjoon cradled the back of your head as he explored your mouth thoroughly.
“you're so responsive baby.” yoongi growls against your throat, all the men enjoying your cute little noises.
he takes his turn too. yoongi's kiss was full of bites and clashes of teeth from how impatient he was that you were afraid your lips would start bleeding from how he wouldn’t let go. jimin placed slow open mouthed kisses on your neck and jawline while the others observed what made you moan and squirm. like the expert jimin was, he immediately found the sensitive spot below your ear and locked his mouth there to suck a mark while you struggled to breathe into yoongi's mouth.
jungkook held you in place with a hand around your throat, squeezing slightly and his kiss was a bit more rough while he took your mouth like he was starving for it.
jimin took his turn too, sweetly.
their hands roaming everywhere they could find every exposed skin, gripping your waist or thigh, getting busy making out with you or leaving hickies on your throat and cleavage while your hips twitched occasionally on jin's thigh. your lips remained parted, tongues tangling lewdly with each of the men. jin takes your mouth and sucks on your tongue making you whine and rock on his thigh, his hand fully cupping your butt, encouraging you to grind harder.
“u-uh…”
you whined as jungkook's hand caressed your inner thighs so close to your panties. your body responded eagerly, nipples hardening as you pulled away from jin's mouth, panting hard from all their devoted attention feeling yourself melt into a puddle just from touches and kisses alone. you squirmed on jin's thigh, feeling his hard muscle flex beneath you.
the other men breathed heavily too, chests rising and falling, your whimpers and their rough breaths the only sound that could be heard. they were visibly affected too and you could feel the growing hardness pressing against your thigh from jin. their eyes roamed your flushed face and how kiss swollen your lips were, their jaws clenching as after a particularly heated kiss with jimin that left you gasping you pulled back slightly.
a sudden wave of nervousness took over you. the vip room was private, not see through from the outside yet it made you pause when you realized what you were doing in the haze.
“i… i don't do this.” you whispered shakily, glancing towards the door.
“my shift isn’t even over, i should go back out there. this isn’t… i'm not that kind of girl.”
you’ve never slept with anyone here in the club, probably the last time you had sex was years ago with your ex and the heartbreak of it never led you forward to another relationship even though your body pined for the touch of a man who made you feel wanted in every way and for the first time in years, they made you feel that. never in your dreams would you have assumed that it would be seven of them doing so.
the men looked at you but there was no judgment, only understanding and want as jin's hand stayed comfortingly on your back.
“we stop whenever you say but fuck.. we want you, not just like this but more.” taehyung growls in that deep husky voice of his that makes you weak in the knees.
“yeah exactly…” namjoon added.
“you make us feel alive again and we don’t just want a quick thrill here, we want you for the whole night.”
you made the fire in their veins rise once again after years, you made them forget the hollow feeling they’ve been carrying, it eased the second you walked in here even though you were hesitant, your body betrayed you, shifting again on jin's lap and feeling that delicious friction.
“but why me? i'm just… me, a waitress. you guys could have anyone, someone who fits better with your world. i don’t understand.”
the insecurity was evident in your voice and you didn’t understand why they'd want you and care so much when they could have someone of high class. women probably threw themselves at them every day yet they looked at you like this. they look at you like you are the center of their universe. jungkook cupped your cheek, making you face him so you could see the sincerity visible on his expression.
“because none of that other shit matters. you caught our attention because you're you, it feels right and it’s the best thing ever.”
hoseok grinned, tracing a finger along your arm.
“and we can see you want this too baby, those pretty eyes of yours are telling us everything… the little hitch in your breathing.”
your bottom lip quivers at their words as your thighs clench around jin's thigh, the action pulling a small wanton noise from you.
“let us give you the best night of your life sweet girl.”
you remained quiet even if your hand clung onto jin's chest hard
“please?” he breathes.
they dominated everyone, high status companies and billions, yet for you they'd be ready to beg on their knees. your body ached for them but most importantly, it was your heart too that was screaming at you to say yes.
namjoon leans close to you, the tempting column of his throat exposed from where you'd pulled at his shirt while kissing.
“you don't have to decide right now but... come home with us tonight.” namjoon said with such genuineness and the others nodded with him. they murmured their approvals in a chorus as jimin's eyes locked onto yours, seriousness in his expression now.
“no pressure at all beautiful, it's whatever you want…”
they knew one thing for sure, they couldn’t forget the way you looked at them and the way your body responds to every little touch. it makes them want to know how you'd react to touches at your most private places. hoseok reaches out to brush a lock of hair from your face.
“we've got a black card here, if you need anything, leave this job and take this. come with us whatever that helps you feel secure.” he whispers.
it wasn’t about buying you with the card, it was about wanting to give you the world because you deserve it. all their words made your chest tighten with emotions.
you sat there stunned as you thought of their offer. the black card in hoseok's hand represented everything, a lifetime of not worrying about bills, living with no fear of not making ends meet and being able to breathe without feeling like you have to survive but more than that, it was them and you knew money or no money, you wanted this, wanted all seven of them so you made your decision in a heartbeat.
“i… i agree.” you whispered at first almost quietly before finding a bit more strength at their encouragement.
“yes i'll come with you.”
their reactions were immediate as they let out chuckles. yoongi's hand squeezed your knee and he let out the first real grin since he came here.
“that's our girl. fuck you have no idea how happy that makes us.”
getting praised by yoongi made your clit throb, your face falling on his chest as you nuzzled against it while jin rubbed up and down your back.
“we'll take care of everything, you don’t have to worry.” jin confirms.
with the decision made, they didn’t wait any longer, wanting to have you in their place so they could claim you there with all the time in the world. they guided you out of the vip section with possessive hands at your waist. your heart raced so fast you could feel it in your throat and you felt like it might burst right open.
you spotted your manager near the bar, her eyes widening when she saw you flanked by the seven most well known business owners whose faces had been everywhere. she straightened up instantly not finding words, instantly terrified of what might happen as they stopped in front of her.
“she's not working here anymore.” namjoon stated firmly, his arm slipping around your shoulder.
“y/n is coming with us. consider her shift over permanently, we'll handle any necessary paperwork if needed later.”
your manager blinked rapidly, clearly intimidated but nodded quickly.
“o-of course sir, y/n take care of yourself.”
she shot you a quick look but the men's presence left no room for her to question anything else while you still couldn’t grasp the reality fully. feeling freedom and disbelief all at once.
they led you outside to the waiting matte black limo which was pure luxury, starting from the exterior to the interior. they helped you inside and once the door closed, the vehicle started moving and just along with that, their hands on you were at full force.
this time yoongi didn’t hesitate and pulled you onto his lap first, gripping your hips as he ate at your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours drawing out whimpers as the others shifted closer. jimin's hand slid up to cup your breast through the fabric of your uniform making your back arch even through layers of clothing, their touches felt so prominent.
you didn’t know what would happen once you reached their penthouse and they wouldn’t hold back anymore. hoseok sucks and bites on the side of your neck while jungkook placed a loving kiss against your cheek, his eyes blazing as the ride felt too long because of of what was to come.
“can't wait to have you spread out for us at home.”
you couldn’t wait either.
the limo pulled in front of their penthouse and you stepped out on shaky legs still buzzing from their heated touches that had filled the ride over.
the door opened, welcoming you inside the open living room before you could admire the poshness and extravagance of the place, you were surrounded by all seven of them, their presences closing in like a wall of dominance until you were fully trapped between them. like seven predators closing in on their little prey and they wouldn’t let you go easily especially when there was so much impatience and all the teasings from earlier had left everyone on edge and frustrated.
jin and jimin positioned themselves on either side of you immediately, their breaths ghosting over your skin as hoseok's hand boldly slid under the hem of your uniform, tracing your skin and the skin around your belly button.
“you're so damn soft.” hoseok murmured huskily.
jin's lips found the curve of your neck, placing delicate kisses along your throat, tongue darting out to taste your skin while jimin mirrored him on the other side, alternating between pecks and nips that made you gasp softly. they went oh so slow as if they wanted to memorize every inch of you with just their hands alone, pulling you deeper into their circle.
“look at her already trembling for us.”
jimin whispers against your ear before capturing your lips in a hot kiss, his tongue making that sex act of thrusting in and out that left your knees weak, your hand grasping onto one of their shirts.
“can i?” taehyung gruffs out.
his gaze never left yours as he reached for the zipper at the back of your dress.
“y-yes.” you stuttered, letting out excited huffs of breath.
his fingers worked it down slowly while his mouth sucked on the exposed cleavage of your breast as the fabric parted, revealing the expanse of your back and all seven men watched with rapt attention, their fists clenching in need. you could see their hard cocks straining against their suit pants.
namjoon stands behind you now while yoongi leans against the couch with a smirk enjoying the scene, his arms crossed, eyes devouring every revealed inch, jungkook's hand brushed your hair aside to help taehyung pull the zipper down properly as the dress finally slips down your arms and pools at your feet, leaving you in just your heels, stockings and those tiny lacy white panties, your uniform didn’t need a bra so your breasts jiggle free, making them all groan in unison at the sight. your hand instinctively goes up to cover yourself but taehyung holds it, bringing your hand up to his lips to press a kiss against the back of your hand.
“don't hide from us… god you're perfect.”
you let out a needy moan at his words and how they traced every inch of you with such fascination that you felt like the most beautiful woman in the world and most worshipped. you never thought one could be worshipped with eyes alone and for the first time, you also believed that you could feel perfect… because when you viewed yourself through their eyes, you indeed felt that.
“you look like a dream.” seokjin grumbles.
their praises seemed to reach every corner of your soul. they didn’t take off the panties wanting to admire you like this first, watching the way your nubs were pointed in the air into twin peaks the more as cool air brushed against them.
“we've wanted this since we saw you out there…”
namjoon rumbled, his fingers brushing your spine while yoongi stepped closer, his cold facade cracking as he ran a hand down your side making you lean onto him while panting.
“fuck these curves…”
you were driving him fully insane, their chests puffed up because you were letting them see you like this, your body a bit squirmy at first from being bare in front of them while they're all fully clothed but slowly adapting confidence from their words. all their hands joined in touching you until you couldn’t tell them apart anymore, gliding over every curve, caressing your breasts while thumbs brushed against the nipples.
“oh… hahh.” you whined, your head falling back on jimin's shoulder, your panties wetly clinging to your folds as you clenched your legs together hard but it did little to relieve your ache.
hoseok drops to his knees to kiss along the tops of your stockings while his cock throbs inside his pants, the smell of your arousal hitting him so directly that his nostrils flare but before they could start properly and things could escalate further, they all paused suddenly making you look at them with confusion, your breasts rising and falling. they had to force their eyes from your blossoms to speak to you.
“we need to hear it from you y/n. are you sure about this? fully sure?” namjoon asks.
“i am sure.”
you crooned, your lips forming a pout due to them suddenly stopping and it makes their eyes narrow at how the sweet action pulled at their heartstrings. they'd do anything you asked if you gave them those eyes and that expression but they need to finalize a few things.
“you can use the safe word anytime, red for stopping completely, yellow to slow down and green to keep going yeah?”
you nodded, seeing the care in their faces even in between so much tension and need.
“we've seen how men treat you at the club… so we won't do anything without your consent. we want you so bad but only if you want us just as much.” jungkook rasps.
you didn’t know if you'd ever felt so valued and safe before in front of men and it makes tears of gratefulness well in your eyes as you pressed yourself closer to them, giving your body to them fully.
“i've never been more sure in my life. i want all of you please… please.”
you whimper, feeling their chest and nuzzling against taehyung who is in front of you now and he makes a low noise right beside your ear. they were ready to lose themselves in you completely, all their restraints and control gone.
you were laid back on the couch in the center of the room as you looked up at them, nervousness yet anticipation in you, your body already hypersensitive from being touched. jin leans down to your right side when he cups the underside of one of your breasts, feeling its weight. his thumb flicked it, your nipple hardening even more under his ministrations. you felt his touches all the way down to your clit.
“oh god…”
a squeal left you when taehyung left wet kisses along the side of your other breast, not wanting to keep your other breast neglected before he captured the peak between his lips, sucking at first then with more pressure while jin's skilled pinching and rolling combined with taehyung's warm suction. your back arched off the couch as your breaths came out in short gasps, every pull of tongue and twist of fingers on both your nipples drew involuntary moans from your throat.
the others watched everything, their own need evident as they shifted closer even though taehyung and jin were having their moment, the hands of others would occasionally brush your arms or thighs in reassurance.
“ahh.”
you let out a particularly loud moan as taehyung bites slightly on your nipple before soothing it with laps of his tongue making you feel heady as seokjin's mouth joined too, leaving your breasts wet with saliva. your breasts were like a glistening playground of sensation.
“ahh… jin taehyung… it feels so good.” you whimpered, your hand gripping onto the couch from the pleasure. jin lifted his head briefly, his lips shiny.
“yeah? you like when we suck on these pretty tits baby?
“it makes your pussy feel good mhmm?” he asks.
taehyung hummed in agreement, switching to light nibbles and soothing licks, their words making you even more horny as you nodded dumbly.
“she's dripping so much just from getting her nipples played with… just look at that wet patch.”
jungkook comments, all their eyes falling on your panty covered cunt where a damp spot had started forming from the amount of arousal you leaked and the white lingerie made everything see through. meanwhile, namjoon began kissing torturously down your stomach, his tongue leaving a trail as shivers race up your spine as he worshipped your belly, circling his tongue around your belly button. when his teeth scraped a certain ticklish spot, it made you giggle and you grabbed onto taehyung's shirt who was beside you.
“mm…”
taehyung grinned at your giggle while namjoon glowed softly.
“so beautiful, every inch of you.”
he praised, nipping just below your navel. your legs couldn’t stay spread, feeling a little shy from the copious amount of essence you were leaking and also from the building ache but hoseok and jungkook didn’t let you hide away so easily, holding one leg apart, each opening you completely to their gaze. jungkook leaned in first, pressing his face close to your soaked panties inhaling deeply with a guttural groan.
“shitt she smells so good.”
he mutters, his hot breath fanning over your covered core making you twitch.
“i know right?” hoseok adds, already too obsessed from earlier after getting a waft of your pussy when he was so close to it. jungkook begins kissing and sucking marks onto your inner thighs, starting high near the crease and working inward, each harsh suck leaving reddish hickeys.
“j-jungkook..” you stammered as his tongue avoided your pussy entirely and focused around it, only puffs of air hitting it and you squirmed helplessly as hoseok's fingers dug in near your panties.
“spread wider for us princess, let us see how much you need this.” hoseok encouraged when your thighs trembled.
jimin and yoongi were the only ones left to join and they didn't hesitate anymore. their fingers joining to touch you over your panties, fingers expertly finding your swollen clit through the lace.
you whimpered, the pressure was never enough to push you over the edge but just enough to keep you teetering on the brink. jimin's touch was precise, he used the pads of his fingers to rub tight patterns between your folds that made your hips buck, with taehyung and jin watching your pleasured expressions with focused intensity.
“feel that sweetheart?”
yoongi asks as he flicks your clit side to side.
“hmm?” he persists when you don't reply, pressing his thumb against your clit even harder and it felt so much even without them touching you directly.
“y-yes haggh.” you mewled.
yoongi presses the fabric against your folds, rubbing up and down the length of your slit until the lace lewdly sticks between your pussy lips.
“listen to those sounds she's making… fuck.”
seokjin and taehyung conversed among themselves, their eyes focused on your pussy and what the other men were doing and it makes you even more excited if that was even possible, there was something so naughty about having the others comment on you while you were being touched as if there was an audience itself. it doubled the sensations for you as jin and taehyung occasionally tweaked your nubs just to hear you gasp between your moans from the maddening clit rubs that left your pussy clenching, your arousal coating your inner thighs messily now. you couldn't take their teasing anymore as your head thrashes.
“please goshh more... i need more.” you begged breathlessly, not being able to stay still.
jimin offered two fingers, pressing them against your lips.
“open up baby. suck them like you mean it.” he instructed.
you obeyed, eagerly opening your mouth as he slid them past your lips. you swirled your tongue around his fingers, hollowing your cheeks as you bobbed your head slightly. the others watched intently, already imagining you sucking their cocks exactly like this and all their cocks twitched inside their pants while jimin groaned at the wet feeling of your mouth, his eyes growing half lidded wondering how his cock would feel inside your mouth.
“look at that mouth working so well.” jungkook added.
he pushed in his own fingers right next to jimin's, pushing his tattooed fingers so deep that it brushed the back of your throat, his fingers giving slight thrusts as tears brimmed your eyes trying not to gag.
“just like that, get them nice and wet for us.” jimin murmurs.
jin grabs ahold of your hair, not enough to hurt but hard enough to make you feel the slight pain mixed with pleasure as he pulls your mouth to him for a sloppy passionate kiss that leaves you dizzy, swallowing all your noises. you made a throaty sound when jungkook's fingers finally left your mouth, his eyes focusing on your pussy, not being able to stand seeing it covered anymore and from the state of others around, they're impatient as well.
he went down your body as you watched with wide eyes but instead of using his hands to slide them off, he leaned down, your breathing growing ragged. with a dirty glint in his eyes, he caught the edge of the panty between his teeth and began to tug them downwards slowly making the fabric peel away from your core with a wet sound.
your pussy now fully exposed to the seven men and jin and taehyung also joined the others below to look at you making your cheeks flame from the vulnerability of it all and how exposed you felt while two of them spread your legs further until you were eagle spread, your folds parted as well, the soaked panty dragging along your thighs, leaving a trail of your own slickness. your entire body trembles as the cool air hits your center. the panties finally slip past your ankles and jungkook tosses them aside with a satisfied growl.
all of them leaned in closer where you lay bare as if inspecting you and it makes your brow furrow, heart pounding hard. you've never felt more exposed at once while your clit throbbed helplessly. they let out a mix of curses and loud exhales. their eyes held something else entirely, it went far beyond lust like they wanted to eat you whole and never stop. you felt like you were surrounded by seven hungry wolves and you'd give yourself up to them willingly. namjoon's breath hitched audibly, his large hands clenching at his sides as if fighting the urge to touch immediately.
“fuck...” he murmurs.
they'd never seen anything more perfect, it was like you were a work of art.
you were bare except for your thigh stockings and your heels. jin lets out a hum, his plush lips parting as he stared. your folds were swollen and parted slightly to reveal your labia and your gaping entrance, the clit on top shiny from your arousal and throbbing under their gaze. it was as if they were touching you from their stares alone and they hadn't even touched you yet.
“look at how she's clenching around nothing. fuck that's so hot... you're so empty aren't you angel?” jimin asks so adoringly that you let out another soft sound at his endearment.
taehyung stared in awe as he tilted his head, it was as if your pussy itself was begging for their tongues and fingers on its own. they've never wanted anyone more, it was like you're the only woman in the world. they've always appreciated a female body but their bodies never reacted in such a way. they were never so mesmerized. they wanted to learn more about what made you moan or cry, where you liked being touched, what made you giggle and most importantly, what made your precious heart happy.
jimin chuckled with admiration when he saw you hiding your face between your hands because of how overwhelmed you felt from all their eyes on you at once.
“hey baby...”
he removed your hands from your face and pressed a kiss against your forehead.
“don't be shy… you're stunning. look at how hard you make us just from staring at you.”
your eyes fall on their tented bulge and it makes you exhale shakily, it was the proof of how true their words were and it gives you a little more strength. yoongi's tongue darts out to lick his lips.
“i bet she tastes even better than she looks.” he comments, tilting his head making your breath hitch.
jungkook still positioned closest, looked up at you with those piercing eyes. you gulped, feeling your stomach flutter.
“i... i've never had anyone look at me like this.” you whispered, trying to find words to say what you truly wanted.
“especially not all of you, i-it feels… too much but good. i feel wanted.. really wanted.”
your pussy gave a clench along with your words, drawing another groan from them by the sight of it and from your words.
“do you want me to eat your pussy baby? nice and slow mm?”
you nodded desperately and jungkook didn't waste time and dived in first, his tongue pressing against your entrance, dragging upward in one lap stroke all the way up to your clit.
“ahhh mm fuck—”
you squeaked at the sensation of his tongue and lip piercing combined and he let out a hiss at the taste. he took his time, eyes locked intensely on yours the entire time, never breaking contact as he repeated the motion, savoring every drop of you like it was the finest wine. the pressure was perfect, not too light and not too rough yet enough to make your hips jerk and your hands fist into the cushions beneath you.
“she tastes incredible joon.” he murmurs to namjoon beside him. you squirm at the feeling of the cool metal of his piercing hitting your clit.
you tasted sweet and tangy at once, it was everything.
your eyes fall closed, not being able to keep them open as your head falls back in sensation. jungkook paused, biting onto your inner thigh, making you gasp as your eyes pop open.
“look at me while i taste you or i stop.” he threatened.
you let out a long moan and kept your teary eyes open, the touches of others sending jolts straight to where jungkook was eating you. namjoon groped one of your breasts, squeezing it while hoseok rubbed his still clothed cock against your thigh not being able to help himself. a damn spot formed on his pants from the precum.
“you want a taste too?”
jungkook smirked at taehyung, who was watching him eat at you with hungry focused eyes and jungkook moved aside to let taehyung have a chance. his tongue felt different, slow yet so deep as he traced every fold with the tip of his tongue. he suckled gently on your clit, humming around it to make your toes curl. your pussy was blooming more and more for them.
“i could do this for hours mmm.” he moaned against you, his tongue dipping inside your hole a bit to collect your fluids.
during all these, your legs were held open so they could eat your pussy with no resistance at all. namjoon's mouth was on your breast now, replacing his hands sucking on your nipple and also leaving a hickey on the underside of it while yoongi watched everything with hooded eyes, squeezing himself over his pants.
“pleaseee!”
you whined loudly, pressing your hips harder towards taehyung's face, feeling yourself getting close but he pulled back slightly with a chuckle looking down at you.
“not yet darling, we all have to have a taste first don't we?”
from his words you knew that the torture was just beginning and you already felt like you'd cum but they were just beginning, they were about to take their sweet time. jimin pressed his mouth against you giving you teasing flicks of his tongue across your clit quickly that built the pressure rapidly before pulling back, leaving you whining pathetically and he almost felt bad but he enjoyed teasing you.
“aww.” jimin cooed, wickedness present as the others smirked.
“you want more don't you? but this pussy is too good to rush.” he rasps, catching a droplet of your arousal that leaks with the tip of his tongue.
in the meantime, jungkook and hoseok latched onto your nipples, simultaneously sucking and biting while their hands roamed your body taking the chance to discover your breasts too since they didn't before and you grabbed onto their hair, holding them to your chest while sobbing. yoongi grunted, watching your pussy while the denial makes your body shake. the room filled with your breathy moans and the wet sound of their mouths working on your body.
namjoon was the first to slide his fingers along your mound and his intentions make you pant as his middle finger presses against your clit, a needy whimper leaving you.
“so fucking wet baby. this pussy's been begging since the club hasn’t it?”
“want it uh…” you whined needily.
taehyung ran two of his long fingers along your outer lips, spreading them apart with his thumbs so namjoon and he could see every slick detail making your thighs quake.
“feel that? she's pulsing so much.” namjoon observed.
you moaned loudly, head falling back when namjoon's fingers breached your entrance before dipping inside so slowly while taehyung continued his exploration on the outer part of you. the feeling of having something inside you from them even if it's just one finger, felt heavenly almost euphoric as he curled his finger immediately against that spongy spot inside you.
“oh god… oh please.”
you let out brokenly your hand fisting jungkook's hair, who still lets little licks on your sensitive nipple. jimin chuckled, his fingers replacing taehyung's on your clit as namjoon added a second finger, scissoring them to open you up as you bit your lip to stifle the cries that were trying to escape and they didn’t like that one bit, they didn’t like you holding back in any way.
“let us hear you princess. don't hold back… that’s it.”
your lips parted to quiet little “ah ah ahs” as namjoon pumped two of his fingers while jimin and taehyung took turns flicking your clit up and down, side to side, whatever motion they desired. your arousal coated their hands and dripped down to soak the couch. your eyes widen when hoseok's hand joins namjoon's, his fingers teasing your entrance around namjoon's thrusting fingers. namjoon's lips curl up as he makes space for hoseok's, whose two fingers slide inside you so easily considering how wet you were.
“nghh oh god i—”
your words cut off in a cry as you felt your pussy stretch and accommodate four fingers. their fingers were already so thick that you were stretched beyond imagination, stretched more than even dicks alone had done to you from just their fingers. you couldn’t imagine what their cocks would do to you then. the burn was delicious, your hips rocked against them chasing the pleasure, feeling your orgasm get so close.
“unngh!”
you bite onto jungkook's clothed chest because he was the closest beside your head making him fist your hair.
“come on boys, make her feel it.”
he grins, earning aroused laughs from namjoon and hoseok. both their fingers curled against your g-spot while taehyung pressed his thumb on your clit, holding it there with a blinding pressure that has your eyes rolling back. your pussy clenching continuously on their invading fingers as they wiggled and twisted their finger inside you as if they were searching for something deep inside you and your legs thrashed, not being able to take too much.
“shhh… you're going so good.”
taehyung soothes you, sensing the overload of sensations. you cried out, back almost lifting off the couch despite the men holding you from all around, your walls fluttering wildly around the intrusion.
“yess fuckk, ah r-right there!”
you wanted more and wanted to escape at once, your mind couldn't catch up from the stretch and the curl, the constant pressure on your clit from multiple hands now taking turns also your breasts never being left alone. you didn’t even realize when namjoon and hoseok left your pussy so that jungkook's three fingers could take place inside you almost immediately, they slid in with no effort as he pumped them roughly.
squelch. squelch. squelch.
it makes loud wet noises that seem to override even your moans and gasps and the men around you groan at the noises too, a pained look on all their faces from holding back. jungkook watched your face contort in ecstasy, his jaw clenched.
“atta girl, squeezing so tight around me, so damn hot… yess.”
he hisses, his thighs starting to grind against the corner of the couch, wanting stimulation from how crazy you are driving him. jin watched everything with dark eyes rubbing against your inner thighs.
“you ready for two more fingers baby?”
jin asks, stroking one of your butt cheeks as you watch him with a swallow, wondering how you'd take two more fingers while jungkook had three inside already but your orgasm was so close you couldn’t think straight and by the way, your pussy was gaping, you wanted more.
“y-y-yes.” you stammered nervously.
“i'll be gentle yeah?” he coaxes.
slowly jin penetrated two of his fingers alongside jungkook's three moving ones, basically fisting you and you let out a loud cry, your toes curling.
“oh god, oh god.” you chanted.
they all watched the way your pussy accommodated several fingers, lips parting hungrily while you were a mess beneath them. they moved their fingers in and out slowly now, mindful of the fullness in a rhythm that had your juices overflowing with pornographic sounds leaving you. your thighs trembled hard and uncontrollably as you struggled to breathe, choking on your saliva.
“i-i can't... it's too much.. feels so good.”
the others paused their actions just to watch jungkook and jin having their moment, hitting your spots relentlessly. taehyung pressed down on your lower belly to heighten every sensation and to feel their fingers moving inside you. your hips bucked wildly but strong hands pinned you down, forcing you to take every bit of pleasure they gave and it was building higher and higher without mercy.
“ah please please let me cum! i need it, i'm so close hahngh.”
you babbled, not even making sense, your hand gripping hoseok's shirt so hard that it ripped, buttons flying all over. the orgasm was so close to hitting you and that's when they decided to stop altogether, fingers leaving your cunt and their touches stopping.
“noooo why?”
you sobbed out tears streaming down your face now. it was as if someone had just snatched your high from you after so long and it left you heartbroken and your body aching.
“we've got you baby.” jimin murmurs soothingly, his hand rubbing circles on your belly while you try to recover from the denial.
amidst that, taehyung had gone upstairs to grab a bottle of lube from a drawer before walking back downstairs, it's like they knew exactly what they planned to do. taehyung's eyes met yours with a smile that somehow made even this intimidating moment feel safe.
“you ever had your ass played with sweetheart?”
jungkook questions and you flush at the question, the hint of what's about to happen making you restless.
“i-i yes… i did touch myself a few times but i didn't have anyone inside t-there.” you stuttered shyly.
you had experimented and fingered yourself on your back hole during moments of need all alone, you even tried butt plugs but that was pretty much it. you weren't so experienced because no one had you there before.
“yeah? do you want us to be your first?” taehyung questions.
you huffed, leaning onto taehyung, your lips falling onto his throat and sucking a mark.
“just make me cum please.” you sign.
“fuck anything you want sweet baby.” he grunts.
their hands are already soothing over your thighs and palms spreading your legs wider, pressing them upward and against your breasts to give them better access to your lower portion.
“we'll go slow okay?”
hoseok's palm stroked the inside of your knee while jungkook's hand rested on your hip. you shuddered from a mix of nerves and arousal. you felt thrilled and excited for what was to come even despite the fact that they didn't let you cum.
yoongi grabs the lube from taehyung, his eyes falling on you, looking almost feral. he had been controlling himself all this time, watching the others have their fun with you while he didn't intervene at all because he was the type to strike at the right time and also because he wanted the part of you that no one took first so he'd held back. your heart races as you look at him lean over you, your hand gripping his shoulder on its own.
yoongi always did the most calculative unthinkable moves and when he attacked, it was always in the most intense way. he drizzled the lube, making the liquid trickle slowly over your tight asshole, you gasp at the sudden unfamiliar sensation.
“breathe for me, in and out.” he instructed and you tried following him, breathing in and out. he circled the pad of his finger around the puckered rim not pushing in yet, just feeling around.
“mmmmm… yeah…”
his free hand rubbed circles on your thigh, coaxing you to relax.
“you're doing so good already.”
jimin murmurs, leaning in closer from the other side, adding more lube with his fingers. it mixed with the juices already leaking from your pussy making everything even more slick while their eyes watched every twitch of your body and the moans that left you.
“ahh... it's cold but feels… good gahh.”
you whimpered, your hips shifting slightly as namjoon held one of your legs steady. they worked you open with patience. multiple fingers from different men joined in. yoongi's thumb continued rubbing over your rim along with jungkook's finger.
“oh—!”
you squealed as taehyung's two fingers sank back into your pussy, doing that scissoring motion making you sob. it seemed more intensified because of your rear being touched.
“fuck she's so tight back here.” jungkook groans and yoongi nods in acknowledgement before slowly pushing the tip of his finger inside as you tense.
“relax just let me in...” yoongi rasps.
you gripped his wrist, whining, trying to not clench too hard while hoseok grabs your thigh, stroking your skin to distract you from any discomfort. yoongi's finger sank deeper and the lube made him sink all the way in so suddenly that you cried out raw.
“oh god... h-hahh.”
yoongi cursed at the feeling of how tight you are.
“color?”
he asks, your bottom lip quivers at his caring tone despite how long he'd held back.
“g-green.”
you gasped and he smirked slowly, starting to pump his fingers while jimin and jungkook touched around your stretched rim or your clit while taehyung still had his fingers pumping, both of them delivering careful thrusts. there was pleasure, pain and so so much ecstasy. you never thought getting fingered on the pussy and ass could feel so good as you couldn't stop moaning. namjoon's mouth latched onto one of your nipples, sucking hard while his tongue flicked the sensitive nipple.
“haah… haah…”
you felt like you'd burst when hoseok leaned closer to your pussy to lick at it, flicking it over your clit. the dual assault combined with the fingers till stretching and pumping inside both your holes was mind shattering and you could barely think straight. namjoon's suction on your nipple intensified, teeth grazing while the others held your legs open, preventing you from closing them against the overwhelming stimulation. yoongi's fingers curled inside your ass, touching the spot that you didn't even know existed and his fingers were extra long, as were taehyung's and both of them continued fucking you with them.
“ah-ah-ah-ah—fuck!”
you saw stars behind your eyelids with tongues on your pussy and the slide of fingers knuckle deep in your ass and cunt and the pull on your breasts. your nipples felt like they were on fire from the constant sucks and bites they received, they were swollen and almost reddened. all of the several sensations were about to do it for you.
“please… p-please! i can't...”
your voice breaks into a series of whimpers.
“i'm gonna... i need to cum... ahh please let me cum!”
they didn't stop their movements at all, drawing it out even slower to heighten the peak.
“yeah?”
he curled his fingers again and again just to see you tremble.
“you only get to cum when we say so.”
jungkook rasps against your clit before sucking into it even harder between his lips, humming vibrations through it making you twitch and wail out.
“please please.” you chant, your head thrashing side to side.
hoseok licks you all over, lapping at the lube and your juices mixed together. namjoon switched to your other nipple, biting down gently while his other hand massaged the first breast. the pressure built unbearably. your asshole and pussy clenching around the digits, every muscle in your body tensed, toes cuddling in your heels as the orgasm finally crashed over you with their permission.
“that's it, let go. cum for us.” yoongi commanded softly, his hand stroking your thigh.
your first orgasm of the night ripped through you and it was more intense than anything you've felt, the first best orgasm of your life. your pussy gushed around taehyung's fingers and your ass spasmed around yoongi's while you screamed, body shaking violently.
“ahh! fuckkk.”
you cursed as you saw stars behind your eyelids while they continued licking and fingering you through it. spurts of liquid left your pussy soaking the couch and their hands and they all groaned, licking at it. even yoongi leaned down to get a taste while making animalistic noises. the aftershocks making you twitch and whimper, your chest heaving as they slowly eased their fingers out making you whimper at the loss. their hands didn't leave you entirely, now murmuring praises.
“you did so well angel...” jimin cooed, kissing your thigh.
their eyes couldn't get enough of you as yoongi brought his glistening fingers to your lips for you to taste yourself.
“mhmm.” you licked obediently, feeling dazed and blissful, doing the same to taehyung's sloppily while still breathing hard.
they let you catch your breath while they looked at you with hunger and need that it made your chest tighten, wondering what they'd do next. that's when one by one they began to undress themselves fully, shedding off their dress shirts and pants that had already been partially opened. the clink of belts and the metallic sound of it makes your eyes hooded as you swallow, staring at them.
taehyung undressed first, taking off his shirt then pushed down his pants and boxers together, revealing his big cock. your eyes widened at how long it was, flushed at the tip from his need as he kicked away his pants. namjoon was next, taking off his shirt to reveal his muscular body, the type that came from gym sessions. his cock sprang free, thick and heavy, curving slightly upward with a prominent vein running along the underside, already glistening with precum.
jimin had all lean muscle, his abs rippling, the nevermind tattoo and the tattoos on his back as he revealed a perfectly shaped dick, not the longest but girthy enough to make your pussy clench at the sight, it looked like it was perfect to hit every sensitive spot. jungkook revealed his tattooed body next as he stripped, your mouth watering at the sight of his tattoos and muscles, revealing a cock that was both long and thick, veiny and aggressive looking, standing proud and pointing at you.
hoseok was confident in his bareness, he just seemed to have a flexible physique like he could put you in any position he wanted, his huge cock bouncing free, slapping against his stomach. jin moved next, revealing his broad chest and shoulder that you stared at with parted lips, his cock was thick as well and he was utterly shameless in it when he grabbed it and gave it a slow stroke, smirking at the way your eyes widened.
finally yoongi undressed last because he was too busy savoring your reactions to the others getting naked. his body was lean and strong, his pale skin makes him sexier and you gasped when his cock was exposed like it was a weapon, along with a slight thickness that promised deep thrusts and he was leaking steadily.
you were in pure awe as you took them all in, surrounded by such raw masculinity in every way possible. it felt so much more fierce because they were all bare. that you didn't even know whom to admire, you wished you had the capability to admire them all at once and to your heart's content. they were magnificent, each uniquely breathtaking and exerted dominance and masculine perfection and their cocks? they were all intimidating despite being different and you couldn't stop staring at them, you wondered if you were drooling.
you felt so incredibly powerful and unreal that you affected the men like that, they were all hard and leaking precum just for you. your pussy still throbbed from the aftershocks but couldn't stop clenching.
“oh my god...”
you whispered, your cheeks burning as you stared openly unable to look away. nothing in the world mattered in that moment except them, the way their bodies looked and the way muscles shifted under their hard and ready cocks because of you. you still couldn't believe that this was happening.
“you're all... so big.”
your tongue felt loose, the words leaving on their own. the men's egos boosted at your reaction, some smirking while the others looked at you heatedly. jungkook ran a hand through his hair, his piercing caught between his teeth.
“fuckk look at her staring like that, like we're the only thing she's ever wanted.”
he murmurs and namjoon chuckles deeply before nodding. you got that look in your eyes. they've had such powerful companies bow for them yet nothing compared to the way you looked at them right now. they didn't even want to compare you to anyone else, you were that special. they felt irresistible in your eyes.
“keep looking at us like that baby and we won't last long enough for everything we want to do to you.” hoseok grumbles.
you shifted forward onto your knees without needing much prompting, your knees sinking to the hard floor but jin quickly grabbed a cushion from the couch and gently placed it under your knees.
“don't want you bruising those pretty knees princess.” he says, stroking your hair once before stepping back as your heart flutters.
the seven of them formed a circle around you, their cocks at your eye level until you could get their clean male scent so well. your pussy dripping anew with eagerness. yoongi stepped forward first. he gathered your hair into a loose ponytail with one hand, pulling you close with a firm tug.
“open those sweet lips for me baby.” he rasps.
you parted your lips with a whimper and he slowly fed his cock into your mouth inch by inch. the taste of salty precum and clean skin made you moan as you took him deeper, your tongue swirling and he groaned, his eyes half closed in pleasure.
“good girl just like that. your mouth feels incredible.”
you relaxed your throat even more at the praise, wanting to do the best for him, taking him further until your nose brushed his pelvis, your eyes watering at the stretch. he held you there for long moments by your hair, savoring the tight heat then his hips started rolling lazily. his free hand caressed your cheek, thumb wiping away a stray tear.
“look at me while you take it… yeah just like that.” he growls.
the others watched intently, hands stroking their own cocks.
“she's handling yoongi so well.” hoseok commented huskily.
“look at her throat bulging a little, goddamn it.”
yoongi fucked your throat with such deepness that it left you gasping and moaning around him. he took your mouth for several long minutes, knowing others are still waiting so he reluctantly pulled out with a pop.
“perfect start sweetheart.” he praised.
jin moved in next, he tapped the head of his cock against your tongue almost immediately without letting you catch your breath. doing it a few times enough to make you whine.
“tongue out.” he ordered.
you obeyed dragging your tongue along his cock, letting out an “mmm” at the way he throbbed under your attention. then he guided you lower.
“now my balls suck them.”
jin was a balls kind of man, he had such sensitive balls and he loved it when they were sucked nice and gentle so you did exactly that. you leaned in, taking one into your mouth sucking while your tongue massaged it. your hand came up to cradle the other heavy one. jin let out a long satisfied moan, his head falling back.
“just like that... fuck… you're a natural. swirl your tongue more.”
you tried your best to follow his words, alternating between sucking and kicking while your other hand stroked his shaft as well, not leaving any part of him unattended. he grinned at how eager you were taking care of him so well even after everything they did to you earlier. you were worshipping his balls like they were your favorite treat.
“don't forget the rest of us baby.”
namjoon chuckles, the others making amused impatient noises, dying to get the feel of your mouth. your lips were already swollen and glistened when you pulled off jin's balls to breathe and he was about to slide his cock inside your mouth but hoseok was already taking his place next, his cock throbbing as he guided your head with one hand tangled in your hair.
“come here baby.” he murmurs, making your stomach flip.
your lips remained parted on their own so he slid it inside efficiently. your hand was placed on his thighs to hold on as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked.
“shitt.” hoseok groans, his hips beginning to fuck your mouth, each thrust pushing him deeper until the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. you gagged as you heard wet slaps of his skin meeting your face as he picked up the pace, your moans drawing vibrations around him.
“yes… yes keep sucking like you mean it.” he rasps.
“so fucking pretty with your mouth full.” hoseok rocks into your mouth with a few more rolls.
his fingers tightened just enough in your hair to guide you, snapping his hips and burying himself deeper inside your mouth. from his ragged breaths and groans you felt that he was close and he wasn't letting go so easily. saliva dripped down your chin and onto your bouncing breasts.
“ahh.” hoseok pants as you licked along the underside of his shaft on a particularly hard thrust.
“you're gonna make me lose it if you keep that up.”
you only quickened your movements as the men around you were feeding off the sight.
“easy there hobi, don't wear her out too soon.” taehyung teased.
“yeah save some of that energy for the rest of us, give us a chance,” namjoon added, pumping his fist slowly over his cock. jungkook beside him, doing the same.
hoseok even though he was so close, pulled back, breathing hard as he petted your head as if you'd done a good job. they'd all planned to cum together and hoseok didn't wanna break the rule first. namjoon cupped your jaw, tilting your head up to meet his gaze, his thumb brushing over your precum soaked lips.
“you okay baby? want more?” he asked, checking in before taking his own moment.
“hah y-yes.” you nodded eagerly.
he filled your mouth completely with his cock from how slippery it was from all the fluids of others and your drooling mouth. his hand moved to rest on your throat, just cough to feel the bulge of his cock with every roll forward and you gagged, tears streaming down your face as you tried your hardest to breathe through your nose. his fingers flexed slightly as he controlled the pace so you took him to the hilt, he groans at the way your throat constricts around him.
“this throat feels so tight and good.” he murmurs. eyes half lidded as he watches the outline move under his hand.
“ugnngh!” you make a throaty sound that makes his grip tighten more. he loves the sight of you choking on his cock.
“she's taking it all... so hot.” yoongi observed, his cock still glistening from when you'd sucked his earlier and he used that to stroke himself.
namjoon's thrust grows faster as he fucks your mouth and the eyes and praises of others made your head spin and your thighs squeezing together from the frustration and need to finish once again. jimin stepped up, not wanting to wait any longer and as namjoon's eyes fell on him, he slipped out with a growl.
“perfect... you're absolutely perfect.” jimin hums with a mischievous glint in his eyes. he rubbed the head of his cock along your bottom lip first, tapping it lightly against your tongue without fully entering inside your mouth, pulling back whenever you leaned forward eagerly.
“ah ah, not yet angel.” he cooed.
“chase it… show me how bad you want my cock.”
you let out a whine, eyeing his cock with glistening eyes, tongue out sluttily but he was having his fun making you work for it. you part your lips, your tongue darting out to taste him, only for him to shift his hips to pull his cock away from you at the last second, leaving you whimpering and shifting on your knees. you watched helplessly as a bead of precum left him that you couldn't catch with your tongue, your mouth watering for more.
when he finally let you have him, it was just the tip sliding past your lips before he withdrew again and he let out a smirk. he sure had incredible patience to do this because the others were eager for your mouth while jimin was taking his sweet time. he makes you chase after it, your lips trying to suck him in desperately, each time he allows you just the head of his cock licking off his precum.
“p-please.” you sobbed.
“don't be such a tease jimin.. give our girl what she wants.”
jungkook chuckles hotly and the others nodded with a grin enjoying jimin's little game
“she's loving it though, she'll work even better on me once he's done.” taehyung adds with a grunt, already having made up his mind that he will go next.
“yeah? you want it bad baby?” jimin snarls and before you could reply, he abruptly filled your mouth with his cock, making your eyes widen.
“then suck it good will you?”
you suckled instantly, like you've been given water itself after being thirsty for so long, bobbing your head while making sputtering noises.
taehyung's turn came too slowly as if he knew exactly what he was doing. he sat on the edge of the couch unlike others who decided to take your mouth, standing on his long legs, man spreading so you're able to kneel comfortably between them. his dark eyes locked onto yours without blinking. taehyung's focus was solely on you. he reached down to gently stroke your tear streaked cheeks, it was such a tender touch compared to how hard and throbbing he was against your lips.
“you ready baby?” he murmurs.
you flushed, parting your lips slowly as you enveloped him with your mouth lapping onto the very tip of him as his taste fills your senses. his hand continued to stroke your cheek like you were his darling even as you sucked deeper.
“ugh!” he hissed, hips twitching as he lets you set the pace at first, loving the way you lap at his tip.
“your mouth feels like heaven... keep those pretty eyes on me, don't look away.”
the eye contact made it even more intoxicating as you tried to look up at him through blurry vision due to your tears and it made it even more intimate while he hit the back of your throat.
“just like that.” his head falls back onto the couch with a gasp.
jungkook follows soon, walking up to you with his belt, pulling your mouth off taehyung's cock with a slight tug in your hair that makes you moan. he was so impatient and rough after waiting so long for everyone to have their turns, his hand gripping your hair hard enough for pain to mix with pleasure. taehyung watches with a smirk, a little annoyed that his fun was cut short but he lets the youngest have his fun.
jungkook clasped the belt around your throat like a collar making you gasp, he used it as a handle as he pushed his cock inside your mouth in one go. he growled at the feeling, rolling his hips, throaty noises coming out of you from how immediately he reached the depths of your throat.
“take it deeper… ugh just like that.”
his hips delivered more sharp pumps while pulling your head forward with the help of the belt and you struggled to breathe properly, choking on his cock and your tears, he slowed just a little after a while.
“breathe through your nose baby. you're doing amazing.” he grumbles.
you breathe shakily as he pulls his cock out for a bit to let you breathe.
“mmph-”
your noise gets interrupted because he lets you take one inhale before driving back inside your mouth with full force. what started as you giving jungkook head led to more when the desperation in the group increased and they couldn't keep themselves away especially from how near they were from jerking off and also from the attention you've given to every single one of them differently and you knew what the men wanted without even proper words as you slowly started switching between all seven of them.
there were seven cocks surrounding you in a loose circle and you struggled to even focus properly. one moment your mouth was full with jimin's length sliding in and out of your mouth while yoongi's hand guided your hand to his cock from the side so you'd be able to jerk him off simultaneously.
“ah ah... mmmphmm.”
a mix of their husky moans and your muffled noises was all that could be heard. next you were turning to take namjoon's girth while both your hands jerked hoseok's and jin's cocks in rhythm. your palms were fully slick with spit and precum as you stroked them from the base to the tip.
“she's literally made for this.” namjoon rumbles as he holds your jaw, thrusting into your mouth.
“she can handle all of us together uh-huh?” jungkook lets out an amused groaned noise.
the different tastes and sizes were sensory overload for you, jin's cock filling your mouth and you also switched to sucking his balls like he liked while jungkook rubbed his dick against your face, leaving wet trails of precum on your pink cheeks. their hands didn't leave your body either, fingers tweaking your nipples, stroking your thighs or even guiding your head to the next cock. all this made you drip all over the floor, your pussy producing so much essence. you pulled off taehyun's cock with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his tip, only for hoseok to messily kiss you right after, his tongue tangling with yours and he growls at the saltiness from everyone before pushing your mouth back to yoongi's cock.
“oh...” you squealed.
when taehyung rubbed his cock against your cleavage, sliding down to flick your abused nipple with the tip of his cock
“tae pass her to me.” jungkook breathes out.
you whimpered as taehyung pushed your head on jungkook's cock so you'd be able to suck onto him while you twisted and pumped other cocks, occasionally leaning to lick or suck on balls or kiss the heads messily. no one came yet, they were holding back and edging themselves while you rotated between two or three cocks demanding your attention.
they noticed the way your thighs trembled and the sticky mess that was falling on the cushion between your legs and they didn't like neglecting you like that while you were working so hard on them. a shared look of understanding passed between taehyung and jungkook before they kneeled in front of you, making your eyes widen as they positioned you so your legs are spread while your mouth and hands are still able to work on others.
“ah-hahh, shit…”
jungkook and taehyung bury their heads between your spread thighs, their hot mouths devouring your pussy with hunger as your mouth couldn’t stop producing mindless noises. jungkook's tongue dragged slowly from your dripping entrance all the way up to your clit in long strokes, his lip piercing hitting your clit every time, sending shivers up your spine with every pass. taehyung focused on tracing every fold with the tip of his tongue, sucking on your clit whenever jungkook moved his focus on your opening.
“hmm...”
he hummed, the vibration along with the dual sensations was overwhelming. both their mouths worked insistently as if they had all the time in the world, their tongues occasionally brushing against each other sloppily while your hips bucked. around you, the other five men stroked their thick cocks with pumps of their fists, their dark eyes locked on your writhing body.
“fuckk.” namjoon breathes.
his large hand gripped his length firmly, thumb swiping over the leaking tip as he watched jungkook's tongue disappear inside you continuously. you looked so goddamn pretty taking both their tongues like that.
“she's making a mess joon. watch how much she’s leaking.”
seokjin's lips curved up in a smirk as he let out a raspy chuckle with namjoon, both of them stroking their cocks side by side.
“she sure is.” he groans.
jin couldn’t help himself as he leaned down to grope one of your heaving tits to roll and pinch the nipple until you whimpered. hoseok's hips suddenly snapped forward, slapping against your parted lips. he panted smearing his precum on your bottom lip.
“mmph!” you let out a muffled sob when in one go, hoseok stuffs your mouth full of cock, almost cutting off your airflow, his eyes growing half lidded with lust and pleasure. yoongi and jimin were almost hypnotized with the sight of your pussy being so thoroughly eaten as hoseok grabs the belt around your throat that was being used as a collar and uses it as leverage to fuck your throat. pulling you closer with sharp tugs of the belt, fucking your mouth like his personal sex toy while choking you with the collar.
gluck. gluck. gluck.
the wet sounds of your throat getting fucked were all that was ringing in your ears along with the obscene slurps and sucks from between your legs. the men around you let out shared masculine moans and groans. you let out broken whines that you couldn’t hold back no matter how hard you tried, struggling to breathe.
“oh god...”
jungkook growled against your cunt as the two mouths between your thighs pushed you higher and higher. they held you apart when your thighs trembled so the others could get the perfect view.
“you're clenching so damn much baby.”
taehyung grumbles as two of his fingers slide inside you effortlessly from how slippery and wet you were while jungkook's tongue focused on your clit with renewed vigor.
“she's probably gonna cum again… she’s squirming so much.” jimin says and the other men made noises of affirmations.
hoseok pulled his cock out not giving you a chance to catch your breath as yoongi takes position and is already grabbing a fistful of your hair. he feeds you his cock and you couldn't help but clench on jungkook's tongue, making him let out a muffled groan, diving in again while taehyung latched onto your clit.
“taste so fucking sweet, are you gonna cum again for us princess?” taehyung pulls back enough to speak.
“ummmhg.” you let out a whine on yoongi's cock and he smirked
“yeah you will?”
one of his fingers joining to curl inside your pussy, making you sob, your eyes closing on their own. the others around you stroked their cocks right in front of your faces, stroking faster and faster, their breaths growing ragged muscles tensing. they also made you switch between sucking cocks of whomever you could and squeezing until you almost forgot whose cock you were touching or whose one was getting inside your mouth, you just blindly followed whatever they guided on you while jungkook and taehyung kept fingering and licking you beneath, stroking their own cocks. your boobs sometimes groped or squeezed against their cocks and also slid against each other. their eyes devouring your tear streaked flushed face, your body twitching hard.
you knew that they were so close. one by one they began to cum in sequence. all you could hear were groans and curses and the noises of liquid hitting the floor. jungkook pulled back from your pussy when he reached his peak with a harsh breath, stroking himself furiously over your mound before letting thick ropes of cum land across your pussy lips and clit, painting them white.
“fuuuuck yes marking this cunt right up.”
he hissed through gritted teeth while taehyung continued licking around the mess tasting your juices and jungkooks release mixed together with a moan his hand working faster as well. you pant against jimin's thigh, your forehead rested against it, all your attention diverted to the men coming around you instead of your own pleasure. namjoon aimed for your open mouth as you panted, his cum shooting across your tongue.
“shallow for me, take every drop.”
he commanded and you obeyed, gulping down everything. there was a slight bitter edge to his cum and you loved it. seokjin followed next, groaning deeply as he came across your tits and stomach, squeezing the last beads onto your skin while you squirmed.
“shitt yes yes...”
hoseok lets out groans as he cums against your cheek and lips, some landing on your tongue as you lick it up instinctively. jimin and yoongi targeted your breasts and belly, adding to the mess that now coated your upper body and within a few minutes, taehyung cums all over your ass cheeks too. the sticky warm fluid was everywhere and there was so much of it sliding over your curves, dripping down your sides and mixing with your sweat. fingers from some of them joined in pushing their combined release into your mouth, feeding you more as you moaned around the digits.
“such a good little cumslut.”
yoongi murmurs, roughly pushing two fingers coated in cum past your lips for you to suck clean. the taste of their release mixed together was so erotic that you couldn't stop gasping and whimpering. their cum slid down your forehead and eyelashes and they loved it, it made them even more possessive at the sight of you glazed by them.
you were their personal canvas.
taehyung scooped some of his cum from your ass and brought it to your lips too.
“shallow it all down baby, show us how much you love being ours.” he exhales.
jungkook and hoseok rubbed their softening cocks against your cum covered tits, smearing the white fluid further while namjoon and jin worked with their fingers to gather more and feed it to you, making you drink copious amounts of seed.
jin made you clean his cock properly while he groaned in approval before yoongi joined in, letting you clean every trace of his release, sucking at the tip while he stroked your hair. hoseok went next, guiding your head as you took him deeper while residual cum dripped from your chin and onto his shaft. he murmurs out soft praises while you move to clean namjoon as well with slow licks, smiles on all their faces in the afterglow.
you cleaned taehyung and jungkook together while they caressed your cheeks sweetly, ending with jimin, finishing cleaning all of them thoroughly.
your breasts heaved with every inhale as there was silence for a bit while you leaned there on the floor, your thighs quivering from the multiple edges they'd brought you with their tongues and fingers. your mind was hazy after giving all of them head even though they'd made you swallow a lot of it. cum still dropped slowly from your chin and onto your collarbone, you could still taste some on your lips. jungkook panted and moved closer first as he looked at you with lingering hunger as he brushed a strand of hair from your sticky forehead.
“so beautiful covered in us... you took everything we gave you.” he murmurs in genuine awe.
taehyung nodded in response.
“are you feeling okay y/n?”
the others gathered closer too. hoseok wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, jimin biting his lip as he admired the view and yoongi watched you, all of them waiting for your response. you nodded weakly at first, your throat hurting from sucking them and the constant moaning.
“i... am good more than good, that was...”
you couldn't find the proper words to finish your sentence but you were honest, it was everything and you shifted slightly, still feeling the ache of your unfinished release. the men exchanged glances, silent communication passing through them.
“she's still with us guys.”
jungkook said with a grin, leaning down to press a soft kiss against your forehead. jin reaches down to take off the belt from around your throat, letting you breathe properly. the belt left a pink mark that made them let out appreciative noises.
“drink some water first, you've worked hard and if we're gonna keep this going, you need to stay hydrated.”
hoseok coos as he walks over to grab a cool water bottle from the fridge, having no shame in walking around naked, his cock bouncing and it makes you flush harder. he uncapped it, holding it to your lips himself, tilting it carefully so you could sip slowly. it soothed your raw throat as you drank greedily, some of it spilled down your throat mixing with their cum.
even drinking water looked sinful on you.
they let you rest for a few longer minutes, their presence comforting you, hands roaming soothingly on your body while murmuring praises about how responsive you've been and how well you took them.
“think she's ready for more?” taehyung asked the group.
“she's nodding already, she's eager... aren't you angel?”
you smiled as you let out a sigh.
“yeah... i wanna continue.”
you admitted, your voice gaining new strength, no longer hoarse after the water and the break from them. the men lit up with renewed need, their cocks already twitching back to life at your words.
after a few more minutes of the rest period, they also helped wipe you clean with some tissues, not wanting you to be uncomfortable because of the stickiness and for what was coming next and they did that slowly, taking their time even if some of their cocks were already standing hard.
seokjin scooped you up as if you weighed nothing and into a bridal style, your body pressing against his chest. you gasped at the sudden lift, your arms wrapping around his neck, feeling his heart thud beneath your palm which told you that his heartbeat matched with yours. the others followed as jin carried you upstairs, your head resting against his chest, inhaling his scent.
“we've got you beautiful.” jin whispered.
they led you into the massive master bedroom which had a soft light giving a sensual glow. jin laid you gently in the very center of the bed, your body sinking into the mattress while they stood taking you in and how your thighs pressed together instinctively. there was so much desperation and anticipation. you were gonna lose a lot of fluids before the nights over so they were glad that you drank water.
“tell us baby... do you wanna keep going?”
you nodded, feeling impatient but still a little over the moon from their constant checks but you felt so good and naughty that you couldn't stop anymore.
“i want you all raw please... i-i'm on birth control, i want you inside..” you whine sultrily.
you didn't give them a moment to react before you shifted onto your hands and knees in the center of the bed, arching your back, invitingly presenting yourself to him. your ass swayed slightly as you looked over your shoulder and at them with half lidded eyes, your hair falling on one shoulder.
“make me yours tonight, use me like your little toy.”
the words came out confidently with no hint of nervousness, all your shyness and shame gone as you wiggled your hips in an attempt to seduce as if they weren't already. your spread thighs gave them the best view of your cum soaked puffy pussy. you have no idea what you've just unleashed and you're gonna face the consequences of that.
“did you hear that guys? she's already begging to be bred.” namjoon said with a wicked smile.
“that's exactly what we're gonna do.” jimin adds.
they couldn't wait to watch you take every load of cum inside your pussy. they've been pretty lenient with your mouth but they don't think that they'll go any easier on all your holes when you've just given them free rein. hours of pleasure were still to arrive.
yoongi of course was the first one to claim you based on the knowing look from the others who knew that he was going to be first as a primal look took place in his expression. without a word at first, he pulled you onto his lap in reverse cowgirl position making you yelp. your back pressed flush against his chest so that every other man in the room had a perfect view of your body. he gripped your hips firmly before one wrapped up to wrap around your throat making your breath hitch.
“y-yoongi..” you stammered as he bites your earlobe.
“sir. call us sir.” he corrects you, making you swallow, already lifting your hips enough to keep you suspended over his cock.
“sir... ahhh, oh my gosh.”
he rolls his hips, letting the head of his cock drag between your folds teasingly before notching himself right at your entrance and sliding inside you inch by inch while you can't stop writhing.
“nghh.” you let out a mewl when he was fully seated and he didn't waste much time before starting to thrust, the head of his cock dragging inside you with every grind making your walls flutter around him.
“so fucking tight.”
he grunts, his eyes half closing. the feeling was better than any drugs or money could provide, the feeling of your warm tight hole around him. the other men were already feeling jealous and extremely impatient, wanting to get a feel of your pussy too. they started pumping their cock with their hands, all their eyes locked on where yoongi's cock disappeared inside your dripping cunt.
in and out. in and out.
“ahh fuck... you're squeezing me so good like you never want me to leave this pussy.” he growls.
his thrusts remained torturous, sometimes circling his hips in a way to make him go deep and it made you let out the most delicious noises, his lips brushing against your ear as his grip on your throat tightened just a fraction. his free hand slid down to spread your folds wider with two fingers to expose you for the viewing pleasure of others and they could see every intricate detail of how he fucked you. the way his cock filled you and pressed against your inner walls, your body trembled as did your thighs on either side of his legs from their gazes.
you were also shocked at how they were all rock hard again so soon, their cocks hard and heavy as they jerked themselves lazily, enjoying the show yoongi was putting on. your pussy clenched around yoongi's length as he fucked you with measured thrusts that seemed to reach deeper than physically possible. the hand around your throat made your head spin, heightening every sensation until you felt like you might shatter. you were also having a cock inside you after years and he was so big that you couldn't remain still, it felt like you might shatter any moment.
“yoongi… oh god, it's so deep.” you gasped out, hands gripping his thighs for leverage as you tried to meet his thrusts.
he chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into your back as he picks up the pace just a notch, snapping his hips up.
“too much for you huh?”
“let them know how much you love it shitt.”
he sent you spiraling, your walls fluttering as you felt the orgasm build for the second time tonight, your entire body tensing. the others couldn't take their eyes off you, their chests tightening along with their hands on their cocks. with a final deep thrust and a loud groan, he buried himself fully inside you, his cock twitching as he spilled thick ropes of cum inside you.
“yess yes...”
you babbled as his cock kept moving, some of his cum pushing out with his pumps. it triggered your own climax crashing over you hard making you convulse hard around him, your juices coming out as your back arched against him.
“that's it.”
he encouraged, his hand loosening on your throat to grip both your thighs as he kept going slowly through both your orgasms, ensuring you felt every throb. the others let out groans as well, their strokes pausing momentarily at how you both orgasmed.
“you tired her out already man.” hoseok laughed breathlessly, his cock twitching.
yoongi stayed inside you for a long moment, grinding to push his cum deeper as you rested against him while breathing hard. he didn't wanna leave the feel of you around him so soonbbut he reluctantly eased out with a wet pop, a trail of fluid leaking down your thighs. you made a frustrated little sound at the empty feeling. hoseok gave yoongi a smirk, the energy was practically wafting off him even before he reached you as he patted yoongi on the shoulder.
“you set the bar high didn't you huh?”
yoongi's lips curled, feeling satisfied but already looking forward to his next turn with you.
“take your time with her then.” he whispers to hoseok.
you were already limp, pussy clenching around nothing, eyes glassy as you looked up at hoseok. he flipped you onto all fours, positioning you to face the large mirror on the opposite wall so you could watch yourself while the others got a view too and it already has you panting. he lined up behind you and right on your slit, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks. he didn't give you any moment to suck in a breath, it was so abrupt it knocked the air out of your lungs. he slammed home all the way inside with one thrust, stretching you open again amidst yoongi's cum.
“ahhh!” you screamed.
the hard fucking began immediately, his hips snapping forward relentlessly, his balls hitting your clit with every deep plunge. each thrust drove you forward slightly on the bed, your breasts swinging while you watched your face contorted in pleasure in the mirror along with the way his cock drove inside you and it made you even hornier and turned on.
“look at yourself and how good this cunt is taking my cock.” he snarled.
his one hand fisted your hair to keep your head up, forcing you to watch yourself. the others made manly noises enthusiastically, full of dirtiness.
“go harder hobi, she loves it rough.” jungkook urged
“she's absolutely gone.” jimin chuckles darkly, watching you in the mirror, leaning closer for a better view.
“uh… uh… uh…”
you let out with each thrust of his. the position and the angle make hoseok hit that spot inside you over and over and especially that combined with the cum inside you makes everything wetter, sloppier, more obscene. your walls fluttered wildly as you felt another of your orgasms building so fast from the brutal pace.
“s-s-sir, it's so good gahh!” you moaned loudly, pushing back against him desperately.
hoseok had started pounding into you with an intensity, his hands gripping your hips to keep you anchored in one place, your walls fluttering around him as the pressure built higher and higher towards another peak. hoseok's breath came in growls as he chased his own release he was so close to.
“gonna fill this pretty pussy up.” he groans but just as your orgasm hovered right on the brink, it all suddenly stopped.
jungkook moved closer all of a sudden, his hand shooting forward with determination.
“it's my turn now.”
jungkook gruffs out. it was like he was possessed by lust at the sight of your pussy being taken by others and he couldn't control himself, all he wanted was to feel you around him and couldn't even wait for a single moment. he was already pulling hoseok back by the shoulder and he let out a frustrated groan, his cock slipping out of your dripping heat.
“jungkook what the fuck? i was so close, she was right there clenching like she was going to cum any second too.”
hoseok complained, his cock throbbing angrily in the air, glistening as he shot jungkook a half annoyed and half amused glare, wiping sweat from his brow as he stepped aside reluctantly.
“you can have her right after man.” jungkook promised with a smirk at his lips. he scooped you up in a second from the bed as if you were nothing more than a delicate doll made for his pleasure.
“right now i wanna have her like this and fuck her.” he declared smugly, his eyes locked on yours in a way that makes your stomach flip.
it makes you let out a long moan because you loved it and this is what you wanted, wanted them to reduce you to their sexual plaything to pass around and claim as they pleased and it sent a shameful heat to your core. it turned you on more than you care to admit. another gush of wetness trickled down your thighs as jungkook maneuvered you into position. everyone was silent for a beat, a little shocked at the raw power jungkook exerted himself when he lifted you completely off the ground and into a full suspended hold, his strong arms hooked under your knees, folding your legs up and apart and blanching you like that, completely immobilizing you and exposing you. somehow the position made your puffy pussy get even more exposed to everyone. your back pressed against his chest while he stood as if he wasn't just balancing your whole body with just his arms alone.
you yelped sharply at the vulnerability of it all, your body suspended mid air, utterly at his mercy, your heels dangling.
“j-jungkook—”
he cut off your words with a click of his tongue, making a disapproving noise.
“yoongi specified to call us all 'sir' didn't he? you're seeking to get punished hmm?”
your lips part from his words, the position working against you in the nastiest way.
“i'm sorry sir.” you signed.
“now that's more like it.”
“she looks so helpless like that.” namjoon murmurs from the side, watching the way your pussy lips parted invitingly.
“jungkook's showing off his strength again.”
taehyung nods, grabbing a cigarette from the drawer beside him and lighting it with a flick of his lighter, taking a puff of smoke and blowing it out while his other hand strokes his cock.
“stretch that cunt wide for us.” seokjin grins.
“she's probably just soaking even more just from being held like that.”
hoseok adds, watching patiently, waiting to strike as soon as jungkook finishes but enjoying the show as well. jungkook adjusted his grip, his cock nudging insistently against your entrance. he teases you for a bit, rubbing the broad head up and down your slick folds, coating himself in your essence while you whimpered and squirmed in his hold.
“you want this don't you baby? want me to fuck you mid air like the needy slut you are for us?” he growled hotly against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
“ohh yes please sirr... fuck me..”
and as quick as those words left your lips, jungkook slowly buried himself inside you, the sheer force lifting you slightly higher before gravity pulled you back down on his length. you saw stars behind your eyes from his size and the position made you tighter than anything. you cried out when he started moving using his immense strength to bounce you up and down his cock. each upward drive of his hips sent his cock slamming into you, producing loud wet noises as your juices coated him and dropped down onto the floor below.
“aaahh… yes…”
your body jolted, tits jiggling wildly, your head thrown back against his shoulder as moans poured uncontrollably from your lips. he kept his hands tight below your thighs, it kept unable to do anything more than take everything he gave you. his muscles strained from the efforts, veins popping along his arms and neck but he showed no signs of tiring, only pure focus.
“shittt she's creaming all over your cock already.” jimin observed.
“pound that pussy kook.” taehyung whistles, taking in another puff of his cigarette.
“don't forget to save some for me later, you greedy brat.”
hoseok added with a laugh. jungkook was clearly wearing you out quickly and the words from them only seemed to fuel him further. his thrusts are growing faster and harder, your cries escalating. he adjusted the angle slightly, grinding deep on every downstroke so his cock head kissed your cervix repeatedly while your pussy tightly held him, he felt so much bigger than he already was. the pressure built rapidly inside you, the unfinished orgasm from hoseok has left it coming back in full force so that it was almost painful, your clit twitching hard and untouched.
“sirrr gahh fuck i'm gonna—” your voice breaks in a wail.
“cum for me, let everyone watch.”
he commanded through gritted teeth, his own release approaching fast as he felt your pussy spasming. a loud scream that ended in a sob left you as you came harder than you ever had, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. you'd never squirted ever in your life and it was the very first time that your body couldn't keep up with it. clear fluid gushed out around his pistoning cock in squirts, soaking his thighs fully and landing so much of it down to the floor in a puddle. your vision whitened, every inch of your body locking up in ecstasy. jungkook groaned deeply, the feeling of your squirting pussy pushing him over the edge.
“fuckk yes take it all.”
he roared, burying himself as deep as he could, his cock pulsing hard inside you, thick cum flooding your womb in seconds, filling you to the brim. he held you there suspended, both of you panting and trembling, his cum mixing with your squirt.
“damnn she squirted so much...” hoseok grins, already moving closer.
“good job kook. now hand her over, i still need to finish what i started.”
jungkook slowly lowered you down onto the bed and you fell on your stomach from how exhausted you were even though you anticipated the other five of them. hoseok took his second turn hard and rough, he was already so close due to being inside your pussy the first time and the frustration had left him rougher than usual.
“fuckkk.” he snarls as he slides inside you with a loud noise from behind. you let out a wanton noise, murmuring his name.
“oh shit—oh shit—!”
you let out a string of curses when he reached around to rub your neglected clit in circles, feeling how engorged it is since nobody touched it for a while.
“goshhh yes.” you whined at it. your mouth fell open in an 'o' when it took him just a few more hard thrusts to fill you to the brim. there was so much cum from jungkook before as well that it soaked the sheets and made your thighs sticky with the creamy white mess. he pulled away from you with a shaky breath.
they let you have a few minutes of breath, your head buried on the pillow as your lower body quivered.
jin slowly walks forward, his hands settled on your back, caressing your sweaty skin. your hand fisted the sheets as you turned your head, your eyes longingly looking at his pouty lips and he didn't think twice and pressed his lips against yours, giving you a slow kiss. you whimpered when he pulled back, his arms pulling you close to him. his hands settled on your hips as he lay back against the pillows, one arm casually folding behind his head, his half lidded eyes sparkling with playfulness settled on you he guided you to straddle him, his thick cock standing proud and flushed against his abdomen.
“come on baby.” he whispers, stroking your ass.
“ride me. move those hips for me yeah?” he rasps. you felt a heat pool in your belly at his words as you sat on his hard stomach, breasts heaving as he cupped your cheek. your hips pressed against his abs, he helped you right above his cock, your breaths coming out fast.
“slowly…” he encouraged and you nodded jerkily as the head of him pressed against your puffy entrance.
you felt overstimulated in the best way and from cumming twice, it left you feeling floaty. he slowly stretched you open, giving you that burn that made your thighs tremble around his waist as you bore down more with a few gasps and sank down fully, his girth filling you completely until your ass met his hips and you were fully seated around him.
“hahhh!” you mewled as jin's face twisted in pleasure and at the feeling of your creamy cunt from all the loads you'd taken, it had left you warmer and even better inside. his free hand slid up your side before cupping one of your breasts, his thumb brushing over your nipple in tiny flicks that sent jolts through you.
“fuckk that's it.”
he groaned, his head tilting back slightly to expose the column of his throat, his adam's apple bobbing as he savored the tight heat enveloping him.
“move sweetheart. ride my cock like you mean it.”
he didn't push you at all, his hand caressed one of your butt cheeks, holding it spread so the others from behind could stare at the way his cock was inside you while he let you set the pace. your hands braced on his chest for balance as you began to roll your hips, lifting and sinking down in a slow grinding rhythm that dragged his cock along your inner walls with every motion.
“nnn… nnn… ahhh…”
pleasure started to build and he didn't push you so you were able to please yourself on him and he understood that you were a bit overstimulated so this was really helping you as you enjoyed yourself.
he hit the best spots on every downward stroke and your toes curled at the tingling feeling, your breath came out in needy squeals. sweat trickled down your back as the pace gradually quickened, your breasts bouncing with the movement and jin was hypnotized with the motion. his hand tightened on you, his jaw clenching with restraint as he helped you bounce on him, just bucking his hips up a little bit to meet you driving himself deeper. quiet whimpers left you. from the side of the bed, yoongi had been watching his lips parted slightly, lost in his control even though he'd had this turn at the very beginning but he couldn't help it.
“can't just sit here and watch anymore.”
he mutters huskily as he moves closer on the bed, positioning himself right beside seokjin. his hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wider as you continued riding seokjin and then his mouth was on you so suddenly you choked out and gripped his hair in shock.
“w-what—” you gasped when his mouth grabbed onto your clit, sucking onto it making your entire body jerk.
“mmm so sweet..”
he hummed as he circled your clit, flicking at it with his tongue, teasing it before sucking it fully inside his mouth. his tongue technology was everything, he was an expert and so skilled it was so good, he was the best at eating pussy, sometimes lapping along your folds where they stretched around jin's cock.
“nnn… y-yes.”
your eyes closes, your motions faltering on jin's cock from taking both of them. it felt too much with the drag of jin's cock combined with yoongi's expert mouth devouring you. you almost lost yourself in the sensation of yoongi's tongue when a burst of pain from the spank of jin's hand made your eyes pop open with a cry, his hand immediately soothing the spot.
“don't stop moving.” jin commanded, a glare on his face, delivering another slight spank that made your pussy clench hard around him.
“keep riding me while yoongi eats your clit. you can take it yeah?”
the pain pleasure mix made you moan loudly, your movements resuming on their own with urgency, grinding down harder and faster as yoongi's tongue lapped at the mess where you and seokjin were joined, tasting both of you and also the mix of others that leaked out of you without hesitation, letting out groans at the taste. the others eyes gleamed at the pornographic sight.
“look at her go.”
jungkook breathed, biting his lower lip, watching the way yoongi's tongue worked on you while you quivered constantly and drooled from how intense it was for you.
“ride him harder, make him feel it.” jimin calls out. the others laughed lazily at his words.
“don't go easy on her man!”
he didn't go easy on you at all as jin tensed beneath you, his hips snapping up more insistently now to meet your frantic rides, his cock swelling inside you.
“shit i'm gonna cum.” he gasped.
his hand that was behind his head now gripping your waist with both hands to pull you down hard repeatedly as he thrusts up at you.
“milk me baby cum with me.” he encourages roughly.
all this while, yoongi's tongue never stopped sucking on your clit with the perfect pressure.
“don't stop—don't—ahhh!”
“never gonna stop baby.”
jin promises and after a particularly harsh suck from yoongi that even jin could feel on his cock, he finishes with hot spurts of his cum flooding you that pushed you right over the edge. you came even faster and harder than you expected while his cock draws out every drop. you let out a series of gasps as juices mixed with his cum coated yoongi's chin as he continued licking through it to prolong the contractions. the full wet heat and the sting on your ass from the spanks made you feel like you broke as seokjin held you close, still impaled on his cock. yoongi pulled back with a satisfied noise, lips shiny and swollen.
before you could catch a breath, taehyung and jimin came over to you, not one but two and the thrill of what the two of them were going to do made your eyes go round comically. taehyung was the first to grab your waist and pull you firmly against his chest, the smell of tobacco and sex clinging to him, while jimin slid in from the other side, pressing against your back until the both of them sandwiched you, his lips brushing your ear as his fingers traced patterns on your skin.
“we've been waiting to feel this tight body up close.” jimin whispers, and taehyung nibbled at your collarbone.
“i can already tell she's gonna feel so tight around me.”
he adds, earning a smirk from jimin and you shuddered violently at their words. with slowness, taehyung and jimin both together worked to take off your thigh high stockings and your heels, taking off the only set of clothes on your body and now you were fully naked from head to toe. after that taehyung grabbed a silk tie from the drawer.
“put those hands up..” he coos and you gulp but obey shakily.
he bound your wrists above your head to the headboard. he tied it securely but not too tight, just enough to make sure you couldn't get out of it no matter how hard you tried. he leaned down, pressing soft kisses along your arms, lingering on the pulse point at your wrist, smiling at the way it raced.
“is this okay love? not too tight is it?” he asked and you nodded breathlessly, the vulnerability of being tied down made everything heightened for you. jimin watched, his hands already sliding down to pry your thighs wide apart.
“good.” jimin nods as he holds you open.
“damn they've really did a number on her…” jimin husks, watching the copious amount of cum your pussy seemed to leak.
taehyung settled between your thighs, not being able to hold himself back from the lewd sight of your stuffed cunt. his cock nudges against your folds, coating himself in your juices and he grunts at the feeling of hitting the tip of his cock on your clit, making your hips twitch with a whimper but jimin kept you pinned and open, not letting your thighs close. namjoon slowly joins the duo too, his hand cupping your jaw to turn your face toward him for a kiss.
“mnnn…” you let out a muffled noise, kissing him back, both your tongues tangling messily while his hand roamed to your breasts, rolling and pinching your nipples. taehyung's cock finally on the other hand, pushed inside you inch by thick inch and you moaned and cried loudly into namjoon's mouth, who was busy sucking on your tongue, his fingers tugging your nipples until they ached.
“she feels incredible fuckk.”
taehyung groaned deeply as he bottomed out inside you, his hips flush against yours, pelvis grinding against you which stimulated your clit too.
“so tight so hot, this pussy was made for us wasn't it princess mhm?” he grumbles as he feels you pull him in deeper with every little twitch.
“unngh..”
you let out another moan against namjoon's mouth while taehyung pulled back almost completely before sliding in again with that torturous slowness, making his cock drag against your inner walls and it made a loud squelch sound from how wet you are. namjoon kissed you more insistently, his teeth grazing your lower lip before he pulled back to let you breathe as he watched your face contort from ecstasy, his fingers not stopping playing with your nipples, kneading the flesh until they were more swollen than before, it made a slight pain mix with it.
“hnngh… ngh… mmh…” you let out all your desired noises after namjoon pulled away. he sometimes focused on sucking on your nipple too.
“that's it tae fuck her, watch the way her pussy clenches around you hm.. she's loving every second,”
jimin was mesmerized with the way taehyungs cock slides in and out especially from getting a proper close up view now instead of standing away, his hands faltering on holding your thighs open. taehyung lets out an approved grunt at his words while you struggle to keep up with all three of them playing with your body like this, you can't even move or shift due to being tied down, your hands clenching into tight fists, knuckles turning white. tears welled in your eyes as taehyung hits your g-spot, his breathing growing ragged as he grows increasingly close to his release.
“i'm so close..” he groans, pounding into you, making your body shift forward so hard that you had to grip the headboard.
“ahh.”
you and taehyung let out shared groans as he buried himself to the hilt and came hard. ropes of cum painted your inner walls as he stayed inside next for long moments, grinding to push his release deeper and leaning down into you, kissing your neck. taehyung shoots jimin a look before pulling out with a wet dirty sound, his cum already starting to leak from your used hole as jimin took his place seamlessly in the same missionary position. taehyung was the one now holding your thighs apart, spreading you wider so everyone could see the mess as jimin's cock slid between your cum slick pussy with ease from so much fluid making him so slippery that he lets out a breathless chuckle. namjoon shifted impatiently, watching taehyung and jimin take turns with you and he was the only one left so he rubbed his cock against the side of your face, smearing precum across your cheek before tapping it against your lips.
“open up angel, suck me while jimin fucks you.” he pants.
your lips part wetly to take him in as he slides inside and at the same time, jimin slides inside you.
“ugnngh!” you sobbed around namjoon's cock, tears streaming down your face.
“oh goddd she's even sloppier, it feels like heaven.”
you let out muffled groans around namjoon's shaft as he slowly started pumping. taehyung leaned down to kiss wherever he could reach, your neck, your breasts, your stomach while he kept your legs pinned. the others watched everything, the satisfied group did so after they had their chance, stroking themselves and throwing their dirty crude comments and murmuring among themselves about you and it makes you feel wilder. a bit more animalistic. you were completely a crying mess by now, your body trembling from the overstimulation from your cunt being taken again and again while you couldn't moan or breathe properly due to namjoon's cock. jimin's thrusts grew faster while you sucked namjoon. taehyung hadn't let you cum earlier so even before jimin had cum, you started cumming on him while thrashing, your hair falling messily on your face, your pussy clenching and gushing. your body tried to buck but couldn't from your hands being tied and your legs held.
“yesss!”
jimin moans out, letting out some sweet whimpers too at how hard you were clenching on him like you were trying to milk him for all he was worth. namjoon held your head steadily, giving a few thrusts before pulling back slightly from your mouth and you gasped for air loudly.
“she's our girl for sure… keep going jimin.” namjoon snarls.
the feeling of you cumming around his cock so quick made him cum almost soon after as well, some landing on your stomach as namjoon watched, stroking his saliva coated cock. namjoon carefully turned you onto your stomach and then guided your hips up, positioning you on your knees while your upper body remained pressed against the sheets. he spread your ass to press his throbbing cock against your pussy, groaning low in his throat. behind you, jungkook moved in closer, his lip piercing pressing against your skin as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade, your stomach flutters at having him close once again.
“we're gonna take you together now baby, me in this tight ass while namjoon takes this pussy, do you understand?”
“i wanna hear you say it...” he rasps.
your mind was hazy with lust, tears of pleasure drying on your cheeks, it's like you existed for it only and you were willing to take whatever they gave you.
“y-yes p-please... i want it please.” you gasped out, needily pushing back against namjoon's cock.
“i want both of you.”
jungkook chuckles against your skin as he reaches for the bottle of lube on the bedside table that taehyung has brought with him while coming upstairs as if he just knew it'd be needed again soon. he poured a generous amount over his cock, stroking himself slowly, mixing his precum with him and making himself so slick while he breathed heavily. he added more lube directly to the right ring of muscle of your ass that was exposed from being held open by namjoon. he did it patiently, coating your outside completely and some of the cum and fluids had also dripped down to your ass so you were already so wet but he didn't wanna hurt you in any way and wanted to make sure that you were comfortable.
“ohh...”
you moaned when one of his fingers penetrated you, lubing your insides too while namjoon continued rubbing his cock head against your pussy, dipping just the tip in and out to keep you on edge making you tense.
“relax i'm gonna make it feel so good for you sweet girl.”
jungkook promised, his free hand keeps your ass cheeks spread more as he worked a second finger in scissoring to prepare you just like yoongi had done downstairs. he crooked his fingers just right, brushing against the special spot making you sputter as your head thrashed side to side, not being able to make much movement from being tied down. namjoon leaned down, his chest pressing against your back.
“you're taking kook's fingers like a champ.” he praised.
when jungkook finally deemed you ready, your ass stopped clenching too tight and had started fluttering instead in anticipation. he pulled his fingers free and lined up his lubed cock at your ass.
“ohhhhh fuck…”
you sobbed when your ass stretched immensely around his cock, your entire body shaking as he sank deeper, his groans mixing with yours at the feel of the tight channel.
“so fucking tight, let me in... yes.” he gritted out, one hand reaching around to rub your clit to distract you from the pain and it definitely did help as you breathed in and out.
when jungkook was halfway in, namjoon thrusted forward, burying his massive cock into your pussy in one stroke from how slick and gaping you were from taking multiple dicks there and jungkook was on the way to doing to the same training for your asshole too. it felt so overwhelmingly good yet so much, both their cock's met each other through the wall separating your holes, creating a pressure that made your eyes roll back so hard that there was only white visible, your legs kicking on the edge of the bed. namjoon's cock hit that perfect spot inside you while jungkook created a deeper fullness. it felt weird to have something inside your ass but it was forbiddenly good and you wanted more of it, your eyes went unseeing when he went all the way inside, pushing and gushing so much. the lube made everything slick and slippery so jungkook slided in and out with ease. they alternated, one pulling out while the other pushed in, thrusts that rocked your entire body upwards as you held onto the headboard desperately.
“hah… hahgh o-oh.”
namjoon growls, his hand fisting in your hair so your head shifts slightly and the others can see your blissed out face. jungkook's hips snapped harder, his balls slapping against your ass as he buried himself to the hilt. you couldn't stop making wanton noises, your stomach coiling from the dual penetration and it seemed to edge you so fast.
“i'm… i'm gonna oh—”
you wailed as you heard the slapping noises of skin meeting skin and the way namjoon and jungkook fucked you. the others around you were jerking their cocks faster so fascinated yet feeling so animal at the scene before the and they were so close to losing all self control.
you came hard around namjoon's cock, your pussy clenching violently around his shaft while your ass fluttered on jungkook's cock. your limbs shook uncontrollably against the ties as your forehead rested on the headboard as you tried to breathe wildly. namjoon followed right after, his thrusts growing erratic as he buried himself deep and came flooding your pussy with cum.
“fucking shitt.”
he lets out a string of curses, grinding deeper against you to push his release deeper while jungkook continues fucking your ass through the orgasm, drawing it out until you are oversensitive, his cock inside your ass makes you forget about the overstimulation of your pussy momentarily. the feeling of namjoon's cum leaking around his cock as he stayed inside you combined with jungkook's pace left your mind fully blank, you couldn't even produce proper words other than helpless moans. the aftershocks making your holes flutter around their cocks as they held you there, not pulling out yet
namjoon and jungkook slowly pulled out of you after a while, there seemed to be a certain shift in the air, like the wait had finally snapped. after seeing your flexibility and impressive energy, capable of being able to take two cocks at a time. they surrounded you on the bed, closing in like you had nowhere to escape.
namjoon and jungkook and taehyung were still beside you, their eyes all holding obsession and need as their eyes traced your flushed trembling form and the way that there was a large wet spot on the sheets. your wrists were freed from the tie by yoongi so you won't be restricted and they could put you in any position they want.
“color?” hoseok asks you with genuine concern.
“if it's too much, tell us.” taehyung adds.
his hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over your swollen lip. their hands hovering, cocks leaking against your thigh but waiting for your consent before proceeding, knowing you already took a lot. jimin leaned in to press a kiss against your temple.
“you're shaking so much but we won't push you unless you're okay.” hoseok croons while you gasp for breath, your heart pounding and slowing down as minutes pass by.
“green...”
that's the only word you managed to get out as you looked at them with glassy eyes and they all groaned together.
“that's our girl for sure.”
jungkook grumbles and the others made noises of agreement at how perfect you are and how your body opened up and gave itself to them so easily even after everything, you wanted to take more. they knew that you were the one for them.
they closed in fully and before you knew it, hands and mouths were on you all at once and everywhere. kisses went down your neck, shoulders, breasts and stomach, open mouthed kisses. teeth grazed your collarbones while tongues soothed the sting, fingers tangling in your hair and stroking your sides and ass. they teased every sensitive spot on your body. it was sensory overload as the heat of their bodies pressed close.
“haa…”
jimin was the first to claim your pussy, sliding his cock through your slit with a groan. he pushed in slowly at first, feeling your walls trying to pull him in like a magnet from earlier orgasms. namjoon positioned himself behind you, his cock pressing against your asshole. he didn't need to use more lube because there were already residuals of it from earlier and you were so full of fluids.
“gahh!”
you made a throaty noise, hands fisting the bedsheets as he worked his way inside your ass as well. jimin's thrusts rubbed against that spot inside you perfectly while namjoon's cock filled your ass. their hips snapping in sync, both their heavy cocks slapping against you, making pating noises while you sobbed out almost pornographic noises, not even recognizing the noises you made yourself. at the same time jungkook moved closer to your head, his hand wrapped around your cock, guiding your mouth open with the tip of it.
“let me feel that throat baby.” he growls, his lower lip caught between his teeth as he pushes deeper.
you moaned loudly as he immediately hit the back of your throat, tears welling in your eyes anew while jimin and namjoon continued fucking. taehyung on the other hand, slides his heavy cock between your breasts, squeezing them together around his length with a groan which were bouncing automatically from thrusts causing friction on his length.
“these are so soft.” he grunts. he loved the way they felt around his cock, his precum causing his dick to glide easily, his thumbs flicking your nipples with every moment. jin and hoseok claim your hands next, wrapping your fingers around their throbbing cocks. your palms were guided up and down their lengths with their larger hands covering yours, setting a firm pace.
“stroke me good baby.” hoseok says, their hips bucking into your grip, abs flexing.
“gahhsh hahh mmphh.”
you make mindless muffled sobbing noises on jungkook's cock while being stimulated in every way possible. they continued without pause, jimin fucking your pussy with deep strokes while namjoon pounded your ass. jungkook used your mouth like a toy, like it was just a warm wet sleeve for him to use as he alternated between deep throats and quicker thrusts. taehyung's cock slid messily between your breasts, leaving them glistening and he let out grunts. jin's and hoseok's cocks were twitching in your grip.
yoongi was the only one left to join and he was standing close to the bed, watching everything and the chaos with feral eyes, tracking every noise of yours and the slap of skin as the other men claimed you. his hand paused on his cock, his chest rising and falling as he saw you being used so thoroughly. jimin was buried deep inside your pussy already but yoongi could see the way your walls clenched and fluttered, begging for more. the stretch was not yet complete and that alone made his cock twitch. you were his adorable little slut and stretched so wide and still hungry for more. the other men also noticed that yoongi didn't join as they egged him on, turning to look at him.
“yoongi's been holding back.”
hoseok chuckled, guiding your hand along his cock. his other hand kept you steady on jungkook so your mouth kept working on him.
“come on yoongi, join us.”
jimin groaned in agreement, his hips never slowing as he looked at yoongi with a flushed smile, knowing exactly what he wants. they've known each other well enough to understand what the other wants without words and right now yoongi holding back means he wants something different, the way his eyes were fixated on your gaping pussy told him exactly that.
“she's so fucking tight even now… but we can make her take us both. get over here and stretch our girl.”
yoongi finally pushed off the bed, his cock bobbing heavily as he approached, making the men chuckle between groans while you struggled to keep up with their words or even understand what they're saying. he added more lube over his length, adding even more to where jimin was already connected to you. the head of his cock pressed against your already stuffed entrance, teasing over the stretched rim where jimin was inside.
“go for it.” jimin smirks at him and yoongi hums.
“you want this baby? want both our cocks splitting this pussy wide open?” yoongi murmurs, his free hand stroking your bulging tummy gently, feeling the outline of jimin inside you. all you could respond with was a muffled sob around jungkook's cock as tears and snot left you, your mind melting.
“that's a yes.” jungkook replies to yoongi with a grin, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek.
your vision blurs when yoongi finally pushed in alongside jimin causing such a burning stretch like you were going to tear open, forcing two massive cocks all the way in together. inch by inch, yoongi's length slid home, the lube easing the way but not diminishing the intense fullness as your tummy visibly bulges outward even more prominently at the dual intrusion.
“hnnngh... mm...” you sputtered with wide eyes around jungkook's cock.
the men groaned, their hands roaming your body, all focused on watching the way you took three cocks, two cocks inside your pussy and namjoon still pounding your ass. your belly bulged with each thrust until you could feel every bit of the detail and veins of their cock. you've never felt so full and complete in your life. the masochist in you barely registered the pain and only focused on the way you were being claimed so thoroughly. yoongi and jimin found a rhythm together, their cocks rubbing against each other, it sent white hot sparks exploring through their nerves. your pussy was overfilled and cum frothing at your entrance with every plunge, dripping down to where namjoon was hammering your ass in perfect counterpoint. jungkook pulls out from your mouth to let you breathe understanding your need for it.
“ah-ah-ah-ah—fuck!”
they treated you like you were a breeding toy, namjoon's hand pressing down on your lower back to arch you further, deepening the triple penetration.
“we're gonna ruin this cunt for anyone else. gonna pump you so full of cum you'll be leaking for days.” jungkook snarls, spitting inside your mouth as you wail, his hand stroking your tear streaked face as he jerks off right on your cheek.
“our cumdump..”
yoongi groans, giving you a few more pounds. you were spiraling higher and higher, murmuring and screaming nonsense, your brain's functions lost, while they were hitting spots inside you you didn't even know existed, rearranging and jostling your insides. just then namjoon leaned down to pinch your clit hard between his thumbs. you fully lost your mind.
“AHHHHHHHH!”
you let out such a loud scream that you were sure others outside the penthouse could hear despite it being soundproof as you gagged repeatedly on jungkook's cock, your breasts beingsqueezed hard by taehyung. you orgasmed hard, pussy cleaning down like a vice, milking yoongi's and jimin's cocks as so much liquid squirted out of you, soaking everyone. your entire lower body was soaked and their thighs were mixing with saliva and precum, your throat constricting around jungkook's. your vision blackened and you fell forward, almost like you lost your senses. yoongi snarled through gritted teeth, his hips rocking faster.
thrust. thrust. thrust.
that was what all of them were doing, jungkook inside your mouth, hoseok and jin fucking your fists, taehyung using your breasts while namjoon fucked your ass and jimin and yoongi fucking your pussy, all their faces contorted, not being able to stop moaning, pushing you to hypersensitivity and every inch of your body felt like it was burning and on fire. they didn't stop continuing to fuck you until they all started cumming, one by one they came all over your body and face and inside all your holes.
all you could smell was sex, sweat, raw masculinity and cigarettes, it all mixed together into something extremely lewd. so much liquid sloshing in your belly, becoming inflated as namjoon, yoongi and jimin dumped it inside you. you all felt less human and more animal like, sex beasts where nothing was enough and the night still wasn't over.
the night went on like that and the hours felt like an endless haze of pleasure as the seven of them continued to use you like their personal fucktoy, rotating through every single one of your holes until no part of you was untouched. groans, moans, cries and the slap of skin against skin were all that could be heard.
creampies after creampies.
“who do you think made her cum the hardest huh? i bet it was me hitting her spot just right.” jungkook chuckled deeply, gripping your ass.
“nahh kook, it was me definitely.” yoongi interrupts.
“y/n baby, tell them, whose dick wrecked you the most?”
but you could barely form words, your mind foggy and from overstimulation so they gave you another round just to prove among themselves actually who was capable of making you cum the hardest as if they all didn't successfully do so several times already. they passed you around with ease, each man claiming a turn while others watched or strokes themselves and joined in to heighten the torment. they also competed about who could make you scream or cry the loudest as they shifted you into several different positions. you were shocked at your body for being so flexible. you didn't even remember your own name at this point as the rotation continued relentlessly.
hours went on with edging and making you cum, sometimes with mating press position or putting both your legs over their shoulders and sometimes they gave it to you in the spoon position so they could take their time with you passionately while they talked among themselves, always discussing who gets to have you next or in which position to put you in.
“y/n are you still with us or did we fuck you dumb already?”
you were far from responding to them, only letting out garbled noises, your body taking them all even now, you felt like you were in heaven and hell together from the pleasure and from the sensitivity. the gangbang went on until you felt like your pussy and ass overflowed with their cum that was constantly pushed back in by insistent fingers and cocks. the sheets were fully ruined, drenched in sweat, saliva and semen, your body was soaked from head to toe too as they made sure not a drop of their cum went to taste. even if they argued among themselves about who made you cum the hardest but at this point your body reacted to even the little brush of fingers because of how hyper used you felt as you babbled incoherently still pushing back against several cocks.
you were also shocked at how much raw energy they had that even after so many orgasms and such exerted force they could still go on, their cocks seeming to get hard within minutes of release but soon you felt them slowly growing exhausted as well after hours of claiming you.
you saw the first hints of morning light through the curtains from half closed eyes, you all didn't even realize that the night had turned to nearly dawn. you felt half conscious yourself, not a single bit of energy left in you, not being able to lift your head as your lower body still convulsed. the bed was a wreck, the sheets half twisted and all wet, some pillows on the floor, pools of cum drying on your body and theirs as well. one pillow was half torn, you'd probably grabbed too hard between your hands but didn't even remember properly. the headboard also had nail scratches and marks from grips.
you lay in the center of it all, voice almost gone from screams and moans, feeling blissfully blank and dreamy, where thoughts dissolved before they could form. your body ached deliciously, bite marks everywhere, handprints reddened your hips and ass, your pussy and ass swollen, still trickling bits of their white seed. they all panted around you, all their cocks softened now, no longer having the power to get hard again as you felt a few sets of arms wrap around your waist, holding you close without crushing you with their weight.
“fuck… baby, are you okay?” jungkook murmurs.
he pressed soothing kisses against your shoulder and you just whimpered, burying your face in taehyung's chest, your body shifting a littl and that made you let out a quiet little cry because it put pressure on your lower body.
“shhh, don't move too much.” taehyung whispers as he places a hand behind your head.
“we've got you.”
“water first, someone get the bottle.”
namjoon says urgently, knowing how thirsty you'd be after everything. jin stands up on shaky legs and goes to grab another bottle of cold water for you, while hands of theirs that gripped and spanked now rubbed slowly over your sore muscles, slightly massaging.
“you did so well baby.”
taehyung nuzzled into your side while yoongi pressed slow apologetic kisses on your stomach and you mewled, melting in the sheets. they made you drink water, making sure you finished the entire bottle to quench your thirst and also for whatever energy you lost. they constantly asked questions about if you were okay, if any specific body part of yours hurt and that they were sorry even if they had no reason to. they constantly made sure that you were comfortable and safe but you had no energy to reply to them to tell them that you enjoyed everything and to not apologize. so you expressed your gratitude through actions, leaning onto them and clutching them as they all enveloped you into cuddles, solid bodies radiating safety until you were cocooned.
your head pillowed on jin's chest, legs tangled with jungkook's and hoseok's, taehyung's arm draped over your waist, jimin's fingers laced with yours, namjoon's hand stroking your hair while yoongi traced up and down your back. they didn’t talk for several minutes, letting you recover, knowing you weren't in the state to reply to them until they felt your breathing regulate more.
“are there any cramps? do you feel dizzy?” jin asks softly and you shake your head weakly.
“good… safe.” you managed to croak out and they all smiled, letting out relieved noises and kissing against each mark and bruise they left on you.
“you worked so hard angel… we're so proud of you.”
they also had scratches and bite marks on their bodies from where you'd grabbed onto them. some nail marks also caused blood to bead a little but all their focus was on you, not caring about themselves. after the blissful recovery they decided it was time for a shower. you also felt a little uncomfortable and sticky everywhere from so many fluids so they carried you to the large bathroom.
during that, the staff had already been notified to clean the sheets and bring fresh food in without a single question or raised eyebrow from them. they knew better than to do that and minded their own place but even shock was evident in their faces because it was the very first time the men had ever brought a woman into their place.
in the shower they treated you like you were something precious and fragile, giving you utmost care as if you were a delicate flower meant to be handled like that. they washed you together, massaging your scalp with shampoo while your head rested on the edge of the tub, warm water making you moan in relief as they cleaned all the fluids from your hair and body.
“lift your leg for me princess.” yoongi instructed affectionately.
then he used a soft towel to clean between your folds and between your thighs slowly as you winced from the pain and soreness but he did that oh so gently, a huge contrast to how he fucked you moments ago as they helped support your legs, massaging between your toes too and it makes you giggle with a tired smile. they didn’t touch any of your sensitive spots or your nipples, noting how swollen and reddened they were, being extremely mindful and checking in with you.
“there we go… nice and clean.” namjoon held you against his chest.
they talked among themselves about what to feed you next or which ointments to apply to your marks in hushed voices so as to not jerk you while they wiped down your body with a dry towel. they wrapped a towel around you and carried you back to the freshly made bed with new sheets and laid you down carefully, making you sigh at the feeling of freshness and no more wetness even though your body ached sweetly. they insisted on feeding you a light snack too despite that you felt so sleepy, not wanting you to fall asleep on an empty stomach and in pain.
“just a few bites… such a good girl yeah?” namjoon coaxed, they were all patient as you managed a few bites. your throat a little sore too from taking so many cocks but the cold fruits helped. after that, they made you have a pain relief tablet before placing extra fluffed pillows behind you.
“we're right here.”
jimin whispered.
“sleep now, we’ve got you.”
you never felt so cared for. it made your heart flutter, your lips curving in a dreamy smile as you buried your nose in the pillow, a kitten like purr leaving you from deep within your chest and it made all the men around you melt into puddles. their bodies forming a protective circle, hands rubbing and massaging your thighs, almost rocking you to a peaceful sleep, their devotion something you'll carry with yourself even in your dreams. they watched you all quietly, you slept so deeply on your stomach, one of your hand squished beneath your cheek making your lips pucker.
“she's out cold... poor thing took everything we gave.”
yoongi said with a rare smile as jungkook pushed a strand of wet hair away from your face. it seemed as if all their heart was being carried in your little palm all alone, like they found what they'd been missing all along.
“she fits doesn’t she?” hoseok murmurs, lost in the haze of watching you too as the others nodded softly.
“she does…”
they knew that they wouldn’t let you go and that they'd keep you, it wasn’t just a contract of one night, it was more that, they didn’t wanna spoil you just for one night but forever.
nothing in the world mattered except you right here in their arms, owned by them, marked by them in every way humanly possible and there was no going back, they knew that even their souls knew that.
“we'll talk to her when she wakes up but she's not leaving, we’ll show her how serious we are.”
you meanwhile, slept unaware that your life had changed for the better and that new beginnings were yet to come with much adoration and sex, yet most importantly, eight hearts connected and meant to beat together.
Anxious days pass between the tense conversation between you and Jimin. You wait and wait for what you believe to be an inevitable fight, but to your surprise, Jimin seems to let it go.
The night before the gala, you’re sitting on the living room carpet cross-legged, staring at your laptop in front of you as always. Taehyung clears his throat—something you’ve noticed he does quite often before talking to you—and you raise your eyes to meet his.
“Did you, uh, find something to wear tomorrow?”
You blink twice at the alpha. “What’s tomorrow?”
Taehyung looks puzzled now. “The gala.”
You gasp, double-checking the date. “That was this week?” You ask, eyes widening. Taehyung nods. You groan, tipping your head back to rest against the couch behind you. Running your hands through your hair, you sigh. “Ugh, I don’t even have anything to wear.”
Taehyung purses his lips. “I mean…it’s not like you actually don’t have anything to wear...”
You frown, confused. Then: “Are you thinking about the gown I wore when I first met you? That was my friend’s.” You consider it. “Actually, I probably could borrow that again.”
The alpha says nothing for a moment. You think the conversation will likely end there, with you having burnt out Taehyung’s limited social battery. Then, he sets his laptop aside. “Follow me.”
You stand, following Taehyung up the stairs toward his bedroom. He opens the door, and the sweet smell of sandalwood washes over you. He goes inside. You hover in the doorway, not wanting to invade the alpha’s personal space. You do, however, take in the room around you. It’s as spacious as the other rooms, but decorated uniquely. The walls are covered with antique-style wallpaper, and the furniture is all a classic style with some bold pieces in between. The colour scheme is jewel tones. It suits Taehyung well.
The alpha returns from his walk-in closet holding a few boxes. He gives you a puzzled look. “Come in.”
You scratch your neck, feeling awkward. You close the door behind you, following the alpha to his bed. Taehyung places the boxes on the duvet. “I know you didn’t really like my spa gift, so I decided to get you something else.” He says, eyes darting around everywhere except your face as he speaks. You notice a slight blush building on his face. Taehyung shoves his hands in his pockets. “Just have a look. If you like it, then wear it. If not, that’s fine, too.”
You’re surprised again. You didn’t think Taehyung would do something like this for you. “Oh,” You say. “That’s really nice of you.”
You open the largest box to reveal a beautiful black evening gown. It has an elegant off-the-shoulder neckline with black tulle overtop to create a semi-modest look. You hold it in front of you, in awe of how beautiful it is. Although it hasn’t been tailored for you, it looks like it would fit perfectly. You turn your attention to the second, smaller box. It’s a pair of black Louboutin heels with the iconic red bottoms. The third box is the smallest and holds a stunning diamond hair pin.
It’s all beautiful, but you’re not sure if you should accept the gift. After all, it’s too expensive.
Your silence makes Taehyung nervous, his sandalwood scent souring slightly. “It’s okay if you don’t like it. I know I have kind of weird tastes anyway.” He says, reaching to take the boxes away. You stop him.
“No, that’s not true.” You say. You watch the alpha’s expression, his nervous body language. Since the eye-opening conversation you had with Yoongi, your perspective has shifted. You observe the alpha for a moment, really looking at Kim Taehyung as if it’s the first time you’re seeing him. Him, too? Fear, not hate? Your omega wonders.
You exhale softly. “Your taste isn’t weird at all, it’s beautiful. But…I don’t think I can accept this. It’s a lot just for one night, and honestly, I don’t really need to be that dressed up anyways. I’m only a manager.”
Taehyung relaxes at your words. “It’s a black tie event, so everyone will be dressed up regardless of position. So if you like it, just accept it.” He says, gesturing as he talks now. You’ve never seen him do that before, either. “And there’s not really anyone else we’d give this kind of stuff to anyway. We only do this for you because you’re our omega. Y’know, an alpha’s duty to provide and stuff. So just, like, don’t think too much about it.” Taehyung stumbles his way through the last two sentences.
You don’t know why, but Taehyung’s nervousness is contagious. “I know all that.” You mumble, looking down at your clasped hands. “I know it’s hard to believe, but I was really independent before I got involved with all of you. So I don’t like the feeling of being on the receiving end all the time.”
Taehyung nods, looking serious again. “I can believe that.”
You raise your eyebrows. “Really?”
Taehyung scratches the back of his neck. “I mean, yeah. You’re always working hard whenever I see you. Seokjin-hyung is always bragging to us about you, saying how you’re outperforming the other managers by a landslide. I don’t think someone like that would mooch off others.”
The alpha’s words are like a breath of fresh air for you. “He did?” You breathe, eyes wide as saucers.
Taehyung smiles faintly. “He didn’t tell you?”
You sigh loudly, making Taehyung’s smile widen. “No. All he does is bother me!”
The alpha laughs softly, catching your attention. You watch with wide eyes, stunned by his beautiful smile. “Don’t worry, he does that because he likes you.” Taehyung says, echoing Jungkook’s words from a while ago. He pats your shoulder in reassurance.
You scowl. “Easy for you to say.”
Taehyung ruffles your hair, surprising you again. “You’re cute when you pout.” He chuckles.
“I’m not pouting.” You say, face burning red. You collect the boxes in your arms, then walk to the doorway. You turn back. “Thank you for these.”
Taehyung sits back on the bed, leaning on his forearms behind him. With his fluffy brown hair, nerdy glasses, and easy smile, he looks absolutely breathtaking. You wonder if he knows how easily handsome he is, how tempting his slightly spread legs are. You swallow, leaving the room. Be civil, Y/N. Be civil.
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The day of the gala itself is a day off for the 7 Corporation employees, a long weekend in celebration of the company’s “anniversary”. As you roll around in your toasty bed on Friday morning, you agree with Namjoon that having a long weekend in November to dress up is much better than doing it on a sweltering June day.
After freshening up, you sit down at your vanity again. You pull out your phone, looking up the prices of the expensive gown, shoes, and hair pin that Taehyung got you. Your hand shakes as you write it all down in your notebook, careful not to forget a single detail. When you’re done, you stare at all the zeros.
If you don’t know your value, at least know how to be grateful! A horrible voice echoes in your head. You purse your lips, trying to ignore the memory. I spent all of this on you, and what did I get? Nothing!
You put your pen down, wrapping your arms around yourself to soothe yourself. You rock yourself, trying to remember yourself that it’s all in the past now. But old habits die hard. What does Taehyung want in exchange for this? You wonder, biting your nails. But the answer is obvious. What else could the wealthy alpha want from you, except for your body?
No, it can’t be. You try to reassure yourself. You eye the gifts warily. We’ve spent so many evenings alone together and he’s never laid a finger on me. The longer you think about it, the more your brain becomes convinced it knows the alpha’s intentions. But what if that’s what this gift is for? Does accepting this gift mean I’m okay with sleeping with him? Is that his expectation?
You fight the tears that bubble up in your eyes. He’s one of your alphas and he’s handsome. It’s not bad to give him what he wants. One side of you argues. But the larger side of you disagrees. I like him, but I don’t want it to happen like this…
You take deep breaths, deciding you need to get the anxious energy out of you somehow. You put your notebook back in its usual place, then leave your room. You walk until you get to the backyard, changing into a pair of black slides that have been forgotten near the door. You walk awkwardly in the oversized slides, but manage to pace around the lawn until your anxiety fades.
“Where are my slippers—oh!” Jungkook calls out, breaking you out of your trance.
You jolt, finding the alpha standing with the sliding door open. He smiles at you. “Could I have those back, please? I’ll bring you a pair of your own.”
You blush, nodding. As you walk back, Jungkook disappears inside the house. He returns a brief moment later, holding a pair of your shoes. You swap his slides for your own flats and the alpha follows you into the backyard. “It’s nice out here, huh?” Jungkook asks, nodding at the lawn. You nod, imagining the area probably is quite nice in the summer when the grass isn’t so…dead. He brings you over to the patio, complete with a barbeque and seating area with eight chairs. Unfortunately, all the furniture has been covered for the winter. So you and Jungkook just hover together, both resting your arms on the patio railing.
“What are you doing out here? It’s cold.” Jungkook asks, noting you’re still in your PJs.
You purse your lips. “Just getting some fresh air.”
The alpha doesn’t look convinced. You glance at the pack of cigarettes and the lighter in his hand, both of which Jungkook subtly slides back into his pocket. “I’m gonna head in now, you can have your smoke.” You say, turning away.
Jungkook shakes his head urgently, then places a hand on your back as you begin to turn away. “No, no, it’s fine. It’s a bad habit. I need to quit anyway.”
You observe his face for any discomfort or irritation. When you find none, you return to your spot beside him and rest your arms against the railing again. “Yeah, you probably should. All four of you, probably.” You mumble, hoping you’re not crossing a boundary.
Jungkook looks surprised. “Which four of us?”
You frown. “You, Namjoon, Yoongi, and Taehyung. Well, Taehyung doesn’t seem to smoke often, but still. It’s not great for your health.”
The alpha watches you for a moment, eyes sparkling despite the near-darkness of the balcony. A slow, sweet smile unfurls on Jungkook’s face. “I’m surprised you noticed. We’re all pretty meticulous about hygiene, so usually we don’t smell like smoke.”
You clear your throat, uncomfortable. “It’s not really that any of you smell bad. It’s just that it mixes with your scents a bit, kind of dulls them back. That’s how I know. Except when Taehyung hits that strawberry-scented vape. Then he reeks of it.” You add under your breath.
Jungkook laughs, tipping his head back. You hide a smile. “Finally, someone that agrees! He totally does reek of it. But it’s his favourite flavour, what can I do? Maybe if you tell him, he’ll cut back.”
You chuckle. “I can’t do that.”
Jungkook arches an eyebrow. “Why not?”
Still smiling, you reply easily: “I don’t have the right to do that, obviously.” Looking back out at the yard, you miss how Jungkook’s grin falls off his face. You scratch your bite absentmindedly. “In any case, he’s a grown man. I’m sure he’ll take care of his own bad habits.”
Jungkook begins to say your name, but he’s cut off by your ringtone. It’s your mother calling. You answer promptly. “Hi, Mom.”
“Hi, baby! How have you been? I haven’t heard your voice in forever. Why haven’t you been calling me?” Your mother pouts, always wanting you to call her.
It’s not that you haven’t wanted to speak to your parents, but that life has been so hectic that you haven’t had the chance. Plus, you feel bad about withholding the life-changing events that have unfolded in the past few months, and hearing your parents’ voices would only make you feel more guilty. You chew your lip. “I’m good, I was just busy with work. Sorry. How are you and Dad?”
“Oh, the same as always. He’s trying to do some yardwork with your brother, but your nephews are getting in the way. What’s that—Oh. Your sister-in-law is telling me to tell you hi.” Your mother replies in the same sweet, cheerful voice that makes your heart warm.
You smile, soothed but your heart still aches with guilt. Out of all the secrets you’ve kept from your parents, this one is definitely the worst. You wonder how your sweet, small town omega mother will react to the news of her daughter being mated to one of the biggest packs in the country. You wonder if she’ll be tearful. You wonder if your gentle, stoic alpha father will be angry. Worst of all, you wonder if they’ll be disappointed in you.
Beside you, Jungkook coughs. Senses sharp as ever, your mother catches onto the sound. “Who’s there with you, a man? A boyfriend?” Then, she gasps. “My future son-in-law?!”
Jungkook chuckles, undoubtedly hearing the last sentence. You blush, turning away from the alpha. You turn down the volume of your call. “Moooooom.”
As your mother begins to bombard you with questions, you scurry away from Jungkook. The alpha follows you inside quietly, closing and locking the door behind the two of you. “I–listen, I have to go. I’ll call you back, okay? I love you, bye.”
“Why did you hang up? I wanted to say hi.” Jungkook teases you.
You blush harder. “Oh, please.”
“What, you don’t trust me to be civil? I’ll have you know that all of the hyungs’ parents love me.” Jungkook says, puffing his chest out slightly. “I’m total son-in-law material, you know.” He adds, winking.
The alpha watches you fluster under his gaze with an amused smile, then leans down. You watch him with wide eyes as Jungkook closes the space between you slowly, eyes watching your face for any discomfort. When he finds none, Jungkook noses at your bite. You settle immediately, sighing softly at the touch. You allow the alpha to scent you for a moment, neck craned to the side to allow him better access. Through touch, Jungkook communicates something important to you. I know you’re distressed about something, even though you’re trying to hide it. But I won’t ask, I’ll just soothe you.
“I heard Taehyung got you something to wear tonight.” Jungkook says, pulling back. You meet his sparkling eyes. “I’ll look forward to it, hmm?” He cups your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks gently.
I’m scared. You want to say. I don’t know what to do.
But I want to be good for you.
You nod. Jungkook hesitates, then leans in and kisses your forehead. He lets you go, and you separate. Jungkook walks toward the living room, and you return to your room. You savour his scent on your skin. Maybe just once, you’ll ignore the fear.
You return to your bedroom, chewing your bottom lip as you think about how to prepare yourself for the night ahead. Regardless of what Taehyung may or may not be expecting, you want to look good. You sit down at your vanity, opening the bottom drawer that holds your pack welcome gifts. You open the envelope Taehyung gave you, revealing the membership card to the omega-only luxury spa.
You put the plastic card in your purse, then take a quick shower. Once dressed, you sneak through the house, looking for a quick breakfast before you head out. Thankfully, the pack is spread out through the house, each alpha enjoying his long weekend in a different way. You find some gimbap waiting for you in the kitchen, which you enjoy before heading to the garage.
Feeling a bit like a thief, you sneak out and navigate to the luxury spa. You park and get out, suddenly losing courage. But having made it this far, you decide to go all the way.
“Hello, how can I help you?” A polite beta man at the reception desk asks.
“Hello. What kind of spa services would you recommend for me? I have an event to attend this evening. I see the membership terms say everything is walk-in for VIP customers, but I’d like your recommendations.” You smile.
The man gives you a once over. Clearly, you don’t fit the bill for the VIP customers she serves. “Could I see your membership card, please? And your ID as well.”
Embarrassed, you comply. The man types all of your information in, meticulously checking your name and your ID. He frowns. “I’m sorry, I’ll have to speak to my manager. Please wait here.”
Two older omegas in spa robes walk by, whispering to themselves and casting looks at you. You clench your jaw, fighting the blush crawling across your face. The man walks into an adjacent office, and an older woman steps out after. She eyes you, too, clearly thinking the same thing as her colleague. But when she sees the name on the computer, her attitude changes completely.
“Good morning, Mrs. Kim.” She says, now giving you a beaming smile. The worker beside her looks confused. “I apologize for the confusion, Mrs. Kim, it’s because it’s your first time here. Please disregard my silly subordinate here. Allow me to show you around our spa.”
You blink in surprise, but go along with it. The manager introduces herself, but you forget her name almost immediately as she begins showing you around. The spa is vast and full of countless services. Everything from mani-pedis to a sauna to a specialized dermatologist.
“You must be wanting to get dolled up for 7 Corporation’s anniversary gala tonight, hmm? Well, let me entrust you to my best girls here. They’ll have you properly dolled up! Now, let me get you some refreshments.” The manager says, handing you off to two beaming younger women.
“How long will all of this take?” You ask, beginning to regret your decision.
The manager winks at you. “The perfect amount of time to make your husbands’ mouths fall open.” When you blush, the manager coos at you. “Oh, the bashfulness of a newlywed bride! Those were the good days. Now, please enjoy yourself and let me know if you need anything whatsoever.” She says, then promptly leaves the room.
The two younger women introduce themselves as Claire and Natalie. Claire hands you a robe and guides you to a changing area, while Natalie runs out to bring a table of refreshments.
You tug at the hem of the silky spa robe, uncomfortable at only having your panties on under the item. When you return to the room, the two spa workers beam at you. You glance around the room. “Are we the only ones here?” You ask, sitting gingerly on the massage table.
Natalie hands you a glass of sparkling water and a platter of perfectly arranged fruit. “Of course, ma’am! We’re an exclusive place to begin with, but you’re not just a VIP, you’re a VVVIP!” She beams.
You chuckle, shaking your head. You take a sip of the beverage, then set it down. “As great as you girls are, I’d like to make a request.” Both women eye you eagerly. “You can skip the brown-nosing. Just help me get dolled up, okay?”
“Absolutely!” They grin in unison.
You spend the next few hours being waited on like a princess. First, a massage with a rich, lightly scented oil that loosens every knot in your body. Then, you sweat it out in the sauna, followed by a plunge in ice cold water. After that, the girls give you a full-body scrub that honestly hurts a little but the exfoliation leaves your skin baby soft. After you rinse off the scrub, you accept a wax from Claire and Natalie’s expert hands, their work so quick and efficient it hardly hurts.
When you return to the room you were originally in, there are now two other beta women waiting for you. You lay back in a chair to allow a hairstylist to analyze your locks and decide the exact type of treatment to give you. As she works on applying a multi-step treatment to your hair, Claire does a facial on you. Natalie works on your manicure, and the fourth woman gives you a foot bath and pedicure.
You wake up an indefinite amount of time later to a giggle and whispers around you. “Oh, I dozed off.” You say, chuckling.
The four women around you chuckle, too. “It’s okay, you can sleep longer if you want, ma’am. We’re almost done.”
You allow the women to help you sit up carefully, realizing your mani and pedi are both done. The hair stylist rinses out the final layer of the treatment and folds your hair up into a fluffy towel hat. You go to pat your face, realizing Claire must have already finished it while you were sleeping.
You yawn as the pampering continues. You get your eyebrows done, face microbladed, even your lips exfoliated. You giggle with the women as they wipe the exfoliating cream off your mouth, wondering who even came up with such an idea.
When you stand in front of the mirror at the end, you laugh. “I look basically the same.”
“It’s the subtle details that help enhance beauty.” The women tell you wisely.
You laugh, still feeling giddy like a child. It’s true, although you don’t look much different, you feel way better. From head to toe, you’re still you, but softer, more comfortable.
Maybe this is what Taehyung meant by giving me this membership. You think as you thank the girls, waving them goodbye. Maybe it wasn’t as shallow as I thought.
Maybe he was just trying to be civil.
You pick up a late lunch on your way home after your trip to the spa. When you get back, you return to your room and plop onto your bed. Who knew that being so pampered could make a person so sleepy?
After a nap, you wake up and begin getting ready for the gala. You do your makeup, marvelling at how soft your skin is now. Then you do your hair, putting it up into a tight bun with your hair slicked back. Finally, you put on the beautiful floor-length gown.
You sigh in satisfaction, the gown fits perfectly. The off-the-shoulder look is gorgeous, and the tulle overtop is unique. While meant to be semi-modest, you find the black tulle almost highlights the bite on your neck. You swallow. Not bad.
You put on the Fred Jewellery earrings and necklace Seokjin gave you, the diamonds on it matching the hair pin Taehyung gave you very nicely. Feeling like your hands are too bare, you go looking for a bracelet. But none of the ones you own match the look. Then, your eyes land on the silver bracelet Jimin gave you. Deciding it will do, you put it on. Finally, you grab a black clutch and toss your necessities into it.
You circle back for the Louboutin heels, grabbing the red-bottomed heels and slipping them on before you forget. You check the time on your phone, realizing you’re slightly late. “Shit, shit.” You mumble, heels clicking quickly as you walk through the halls.
You come to a dead stop when you enter the foyer. The seven alphas are already there, dressed to the nines in custom-tailored designer suits, all in black but distinctly designed for each man. Seven pairs of eyes settle on you, observing your outfit, your jewellery, and most importantly, your bite.
You clear your throat. “Um. Am I going with any of you or by myself tonight?”
“There will be some press there, so we arranged for another car for you.” Namjoon says, eyes dark as he approaches you. You blush under his gaze. “You look beautiful tonight, sweetheart.”
You bow your head on instinct, then curse yourself internally for the submissive gesture. Namjoon, however, seems to love it. He wraps an arm around your waist, leaning down to press a kiss to your bite. You sigh. “Look at you, hmm? All dolled up, wearing a pretty wedding ring and an even prettier bite. Like a newlywed bride.” The pack alpha compliments, breath warm against your skin. You squirm, knowing the rest of the pack heard him.
Namjoon chuckles. His teeth graze behind your ear, nipping at the skin. You gasp. “Isn’t that right, hyung?” The pack alpha invites Seokjin in.
“Of course.” Seokjin says in a low voice. As always, the switch from his usual cheerful, easygoing personality to his serious, alpha side sends a shiver down your spine. “Our pretty girl does look like a new bride tonight. Even wearing our gifts. My jewellery, Jimin’s bracelet, Jungkook’s ring, Taehyung’s clothes. Like a good pack omega.” The alpha taps each gift with a feather-light touch as he lists the items, making you feel even more embarrassed.
You can feel the two highest ranking alphas testing you, pushing at your buttons. You look around the foyer, wondering if anyone will come save you from the teasing. But the remaining sets of eyes that watch you are equally dark and interested.
Seokjin puts his index finger under your chin, guiding your head up so he can kiss the crown of your head. As he does it, Jungkook swallows hard. Yoongi’s tongue makes a bulge in his cheek as he watches on with great interest. Hoseok licks his lips like he wants to taste your bite the way his Pack Alpha did. Taehyung just continues to look you up and down, nodding slowly in satisfaction with the way you look in his gifted clothes. Even Jimin has a darkness in his eyes now, lips parted slightly as he watches the two highest ranking alphas effectively trap you between them.
“A-Aren’t we going to be late?” You ask, meeting Seokjin’s eyes.
The alpha smirks. “It’s our night, baby. We can afford to be late.” He purrs.
You swallow. “B-But…”
Seokjin releases your chin. “Just kidding. Your ride will be here soon.” As if on cue, the alpha’s phone buzzes in his pocket. He steps back, and you take the chance to hurry over to the closet and grab your coat. The alphas chuckle at your nervous scurrying.
You have one foot out the door when Seokjin calls after you. “Not going to give Pack Alpha a kiss before you go?”
The alphas laugh. Seokjin’s smile is as teasing as always. You look back at Namjoon, who has a soft smile on his lips and his hands in his coat pockets now. You bite your lip. Then, you rush back over. Namjoon’s eyebrows raise as you run towards him. You reach up to grab his face at the same time the pack alpha’s big hands wrap around your waist.
You press a hard, chaste kiss to the alpha’s lips, then let go. Namjoon growls, leaning back in for another. After a moment, the alpha pulls back, making a face like it’s causing him pain to do so. You grin up at him, knowing you’ve won this one.
“Don’t test me, sweetheart. I’m trying to be civil.” Namjoon warns, wiping your lipstick from his mouth. Then, he gives you a devilish grin. “Can’t ruin your makeup before the event, now can I?”
“No, definitely not.” You laugh back, then strut out the door and to the car waiting for you outside. You savour the alphas’ eyes on your back the entire time. Civil, huh?
Here are the reference pics I used in case anyone was curious :D
summary: It was just another late night… until her voice turned exhaustion and silence into a moment thirteen hearts could not ignore.
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The building was supposed to be empty.
That was the only reason you were still there at nearly midnight.
Inside the building of HYBE, most of the lights had already been turned off except for the dim hallway lamps and the faint glow leaking from the vending machine near the elevators.
During the day, the building pulsed with life—staff hurrying through hallways with clipboards pressed against their chests, choreographers shouting counts over bass-heavy instrumentals, managers answering phones before they could ring twice, members laughing somewhere down the corridor like sunlight spilling through open windows.
But at night —
The building breathed differently.
Quietly.
Like a giant creature finally asleep.
The fluorescent lights softened into a tired amber glow, and outside the enormous practice room windows, the city of Seoul glittered beneath the darkness like stars scattered across black water.
You were exhausted.
Not in the dramatic way people talked about in movies.
Just the quiet exhaustion that settled into your bones after carrying responsibilities all day long.
Organizing documents.
Coordinating wardrobe deliveries.
Cleaning forgotten equipment.
Running errands no one noticed unless they weren’t done.
Your oversized hoodie swallowed your frame completely, sleeves covering half your hands as you carried the final stack of revised papers upstairs.
One last task.
Drop off the files.
Go home.
That was the plan.
You pushed open the practice room door gently.
Dark.
Still.
Empty.
Or so you thought.
Moonlight slipped through the tall windows in pale ribbons, silver light stretching across the wooden floors like silk unraveling slowly. The mirrors reflected the room endlessly, making the emptiness feel larger somehow—as though silence itself had taken physical form.
You set the papers near the speakers carefully and stretched your shoulders with a tired sigh.
“Finally…”
The room answered with silence.
No cameras.
No staff calling your name.
No schedules.
No pressure.
Just you.
You wandered slowly toward the center of the room, staring faintly at your reflection in the mirror.
Messy hair.
Tired eyes.
A face softened by exhaustion and moonlight.
And maybe because nobody was there—
You sang.
Softly at first.
Barely above a whisper.
Like confessing something to the dark.
“I’ve seen the world… done it all…”
Your voice drifted through the room slowly, brushing against the mirrors like smoke curling from candle flames.
No instrumental followed you.
No backing track softened the edges.
Only your bare voice filling the emptiness.
And somehow, that made it even more beautiful.
Outside the room—
Thirteen exhausted men walked down the hallway after finishing a brutal late-night rehearsal.
Sweat-damp hair.
Loose hoodies.
Heavy breathing.
Fatigue clung to them like rain-soaked fabric.
“I can’t feel my legs anymore,” Dino groaned dramatically.
“That’s because you danced like rent was due,” Mingyu laughed tiredly.
“No seriously,” Dino continued. “I think my soul separated from my body spiritually.”
Seungkwan snorted while opening a water bottle.
Then—
A voice reached them.
Everyone stopped instantly.
Like the hallway itself had commanded silence.
Wonwoo froze first. His hand tightened subtly around the water bottle he was holding as his eyes lifted toward the door.
“Am I making you feel like heaven…”
The singing slipped beneath the practice room door softly, hauntingly, heartbreakingly beautiful.
Not polished in the artificial way they were used to hearing.
Not calculated.
Not performed.
It sounded honest.
Like moonlight if moonlight could sing.
And suddenly the entire hallway stood still.
Inside the room, unaware anyone was outside, you continued softly.
“Dear Lord, when I get to heaven…”
Your voice dipped lower there, softer, fragile enough to ache.
And outside—
Silence settled over the members completely.
Joshua slowly lowered the bottle in his hand.
“…Whoa.”
Jeonghan tilted his head slightly, listening carefully.
But the longer he listened, the less technical his thoughts became.
Because your singing didn’t sound like someone trying to impress people.
It sounded lived in.
Like every lyric had passed through your heart before leaving your mouth.
“She sounds unreal…” Joshua whispered softly.
Beside him, Seokmin looked genuinely offended.
“How does someone sing like that casually?”
“Maybe she’s a trainee?” Vernon guessed quietly.
“No trainee sings like they’re narrating the end of a movie,” Hoshi muttered dramatically. He was practically pressed against the wall trying to hear better. Meanwhile, Minghao leaned quietly against the hallway wall, eyes distant.
“There’s so much emotion in her voice,” he murmured.
Jun nodded immediately.
“It feels like she’s telling a story.”
“And somehow making us part of it,” Vernon added softly.
Even Mingyu—usually playful—had gone quiet now, staring toward the practice room door like he was afraid moving too much would ruin the moment.
Then came the chorus.
And your voice bloomed through the room like waves rising beneath moonlight.
"Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful…"
The practice room swallowed the sound only to return it richer, deeper, echoing against every mirrored wall.
Seungkwan physically grabbed DK’s sleeve.
“Oh my god.”
DK nodded slowly without blinking.
“She’s insane.”
Dino stared at the door in complete disbelief.
“How is this happening randomly at midnight?”
S.Coups crossed his arms slowly, but the softness in his eyes gave him away completely.
Because there was something painfully intimate about hearing someone sing beautifully when they thought nobody was listening.
No performance face.
No pressure.
No cameras.
Just pure music.
Wonwoo’s gaze softened slightly.
Almost imperceptibly.
But the members noticed.
Because Wonwoo rarely wore emotions openly.
Yet there he stood, completely captivated, staring toward the door like your voice had reached somewhere words usually couldn’t.
“It feels…” he paused quietly. “Lonely.”
Joshua nodded slowly.
“But comforting too.”
The line lingered in the hallway afterward like perfume in an empty room.
Then you effortlessly slipped into a soft run near the bridge.
Jun covered his mouth immediately.
“Did you hear that?”
“She did that casually,” Vernon whispered back.
Hoshi clutched Mingyu dramatically.
“She just changed my life.”
“Why are you reacting like a divorced man,” Mingyu muttered.
“No because listen to her!”
Even Jeonghan laughed softly at that before going quiet again.
Because honestly—
Everyone felt it.
Inside the room, you closed your eyes fully now.
Moonlight caught softly against your lashes.
And your voice rose again.
Gentle.
Devastating.
“Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul…”
The final word trembled slightly.
Not from lack of skill.
From emotion.
The sound pierced straight through the hallway.
Woozi exhaled slowly through his nose afterward.
“She has ridiculous control,” he murmured.
“But it’s her emotions…” DK whispered back. “You can hear everything.”
Minghao nodded quietly.
“She sings like she forgot the world existed for a moment.”
And maybe that was what made it beautiful.
Not perfection.
Freedom.
Then—
Mingyu shifted slightly.
The floor creaked loudly beneath his shoe.
Your singing stopped immediately.
Silence crashed into the hallway.
The members collectively looked like criminals caught trespassing.
Eyes wide.
Frozen.
Inside the room, your brows furrowed slightly.
“…Hello?”
Nobody answered.
Because thirteen grown men suddenly forgot how to behave normally.
Then slowly—
The practice room door creaked open.
And there you were.
Moonlight framed your figure softly, silver spilling across your oversized hoodie and tired features.
Your eyes widened instantly upon seeing all thirteen members crowded outside the door looking emotionally compromised.
“…Oh my god.”
“HI,” DK blurted out way too loudly.
Seungkwan physically covered his face.
You stared at them in horror.
Because why were all thirteen members of SEVENTEEN outside the practice room at midnight??
And why did they all look like they’d just experienced emotional damage??
— Counting Water Like It's Sheep. ⌬ Summer Rain | 3
synopsis: The universe may put things into action, but it is the will of humans to decide what to do with it.
ot7 bts x f.reader (poly)
ㄨ : wc: 10.0k
ㄨ : genre: yandere au, a/b/o au, zombie apocalypse au, survival thriller, dark “romance”, dark content
ㄨ : content: alpha bts!, omega!reader, post apocalyptic themes, hiding of second gender, Jimin has anger issues, , home invasion, destruction of property, mxm implied smut, kissing, referenced baseball bats, knives, and guns, some medical jargon, a little bit of history, jealous jimin and taehyung, you probs wont like them very much lolol, light panic attacks, unreliable narrators, dissociation, a few religious themes mentioned but those sort of things are always in my writing, i think that's everything? please let me know! :p -> series warnings here
ㄨ : notes: annndddd with this chapter, it marks the fact that we are now all caught up with ao3 :DD !! jusrt as a pre-chapter warning-- the yandere/crazy tendencies do start to manifest in this chapter, so be mindful of the warnings!! Annnddd you probably won't like min very much, but I do hehehehe <333 I hope you enjoy!!
ㄨ : chapter 2 <- index -> chapter 4
18+ -> minors / blank blogs dni
You were no more than a pup when the world fell, but you still remember it clearly.
It was a slow process– not something quick. It started long before you were born, long before you were even a thought of something that could exist. The infection took out most of the population, anyway. A nasty respiratory thing at first, then a blood thing. Then a brain thing. Then a death thing.
It had the worst impact on the omega population of the Earth– something about a mutation in the alleles that expressed your second gender made it more susceptible to the virus's infection. It infected the amygdala, the part where scientists claimed the ‘inner wolf’ rested.
Not that any of that meant anything to you, you stopped being able to attend online classes when the power grid shut off. Stopped having anyone to teach you properly 2 years later.
Sure, time alone left you with plenty of books, but the sickness was still relatively new in the grand scheme. It wasn’t documented well. All you really had is what your parents taught before they passed, and whatever the man on the radio spoke.
That voice sometimes made nights a little less lonely, but even then it didn’t help much. Biology has never been a strong suit.
All you did know is that you and your parents– both omegas– were one of the lucky few that survived. Maybe not lucky, considering life never really went back to normal.
Not after the outbreak happened.
You were alive to remember it, but not well. Not really. But that too sad look on your parents face when the announcements came over the tv still haunt you to this day. Those regretful smiles on their lips like they had a clue of what was coming.
You didn’t.
You quickly learned.
With the collapse of governments, the ending of the corporeal rule of the human spirit, came a hindbrain to take over the function of the world.
Humans are adaptable things, aren’t they? So easily reverting to their baser instincts to lead rather than what should. Laws were for naught, and the rule of wolves once again began.
So why did he smell like you?
In a world essentially dominated by pheromones, power, and rank, he covered his scent, too. In the 10– 15 years, really– since this whole thing began, you had only known of 10 people who still took blockers. Scrounged for pills like you to cover up what they really were.
Others like you.
Past tense, because they’re all dead now. You, you’re the only one left that you know of that still takes them. You’re the only omega you’ve known of for the last 5 years.
Alphas would never cover up their scents– why would they when it can cause others to fall under their heel? Alphas care way too much about their stink, their pheromones. Betas had no reason to either, suppressants just made second genders smell like carbon copies of other betas. Close to the stench of medicine, maybe some kind of herbal remedy.
But he– he smelled like you. Meant that he used suppressants, just like you.
No one would do that unless they had something to hide. There aren’t many secrets like yours to keep.
The road narrows, dirt slowly crunching under your tires rather than the smooth glide of the cracked pavement. Sporadic houses appear in your rearview mirror while you slowly, carefully slip back into your safety. Your woods.
Most of the drive had been a blur, you will admit. Going through the motions as you steer through the late night into the early morning. Eyes only moving off of the road to look at your splayed out map in the passenger, decidedly not answering the massive elephant in the room.
Or car.
Either works.
Nope. You weren’t going to do that. Certainly not.
In fact, yesterday– actually, it never happened. You were not chased after being discovered on your way out of town, and not directed into a movie theatre. You definitely didn’t decide to trust him and you didn’t meet another omega for the first time in five years.
Yeah, nope. That was all a dream.
Right. Exactly.
…So why are your fingernails gripping the steering wheel so tight? Why do you feel a sense of dread in your spine when you’ve already made the executive choice that last night didn’t happen?
You hazard a glance at your hands, eyes trained on the black smudges underneath of them. A reminder of the incessant rubbing of your fingers against the wheel, so harsh that they managed to scrape the coating off of the pleather. The hairs on the back of your neck still raised in what can only really be considered as alarm.
You look back at the road, watching as it continues to narrow out and the rising sun is blocked from view. The clouding treetops creating a canopy that you adore– one that makes you feel an inch better that no one is following you.
Okay, so maybe you should address the elephant, even though it isn’t real and it didn’t happen.
Hypothetically speaking, if yesterday wasn’t a dream or a delusion caused by loneliness (both likely options), it hadn't gone to plan. That was a fact.
A simple run into one of your “local” town for vetericyn was the cause. Cheryl’s stupid case of bumblefoot resulted in being chased down by an all-beta pack. What they wanted? You had no clue. Still don’t– but you couldn’t imagine it was anything you wanted to be involved in.
When you ran without a word, the bullets started flying and somehow… somehow he opened the door and offered an escape.
You knew then that it had to be a trap. Why wouldn’t it be? A guy offering haven when you were about to be shot down was nothing more than a myth.
…
You pause your line of thinking once again, forcing your body to swallow as if that would make the fact any easier to bear.
Still... he let you in. It… he very well could have been associated with the beta pack. Very well could have been trying to pull some sort of long con resulting in an even worse end than a bullet in your head.
Your options though, they were limited. You knew it, he clearly knew it, too.
But… he wasn’t– if you’re being honest, this is where your thoughts begin to twist every time you recount the night. Where they start to morph and collide and make it difficult to discern why he was acting the way he was. Why he didn’t try to do anything to you.
But he didn’t. He didn’t, and that was a fact.
He offered you some fragment of trust. Some form of safety. You spent half the night with him, at least. If that meant anything. You aren’t sure if it does. Just know that you spent a few hours just letting yourself breathe after he had fallen asleep. Let yourself inhale his scent for a little too long. Let all the stars hang themselves in the sky before you decided it was time to go.
He smelled like you.
That seems to be the one thing you can’t remove from your head, no matter how much you would like to. The simple acknowledgement repeating itself over and over, trying to figure out a reality where you could have been wrong.
Maybe it was this one.
No, no. That isn’t right. It can't be. Can’t.
Betas don’t have a reason to suppress, alphas are too proud to. The little tablets are so out of use that no one even really knows what they smell like anymore. The general population stopped taking them long before the fall, coinciding exactly with the near extinction of the omega classification.
A posturing thing, probably, to try and lure one in with their scent. Maybe a dominance thing, now that many didn’t have to ‘cater to omega senses’. Your parents would say that it’s something along those lines, how alphas always hated using them in the past.
You don’t know. You don’t want to know. Never want to have the displeasure of getting close enough to one to find out the reasoning.
You think it was on instinct, mostly, that you trusted him. A calculated guess. The facts within your palm based on the rules you live by. The rules that have been taught to you through experiences rather than ideas. The ones that, if they were wrong, you don’t know how you would recover.
First, the obvious evidence that you can’t seem to stop repeating. He smelled like you. Unless he was a beta and just happened to have the same scent as suppressants, it meant he was blocking. Blocking had always meant omega.
Second was his stature. You wish you could say some part of you didn’t analyse him based on that, but it was a simple piece you couldn’t exactly deny.
He was short. Definitely too short to be of an alpha distinction. He looked soft with fluffy hair. When he touched you, his hands weren’t those of one who reached for power.
He… he didn’t feel like an alpha, but you’re still not really sure how that makes any sense. Your hindbrain has been silent for years— that very thought is the closest you’ve ever come to hearing from it.
Third, he didn’t want to be found. That, and the fact that he lied.
You scoff, shaking your head. You would be stupid not to know that.
Why would someone promise to play truths with a stranger? You roll your eyes at the mere thought of doing so yourself.
Sure, you let yourself relax. Let yourself pretend to not know what was going on because, to be honest, you liked the small reprieve you were allowed in that theatre, but that didn’t mean you didn’t know of the utter bullshit he was trying to play off as true.
The half full box of cigs a few seats next to you told you he was at least lying about his reason for being there.
Maybe he needed something else from a pharmacy. Something you cleared out a long time ago. Something your kind could never utter outloud.
You had 3 months worth in your backpack at all times.
Maybe for once you could be kind to another omega clearly dealing with the stress of being lonely, if his cuticles and the way he begged you to stay were anything to go by.
His words were too perfect, his scent and behavior the same. All of the factors above proved it. He couldn’t have been anything other than an omega. He couldn’t have been.
He couldn’t.
When you think of that relaxed look on his face, you’re sure of it.
Either way, you wouldn’t be staying.
You wouldn’t be seeing him ever again and he wouldn’t be able to track you down. Groups of omegas are just bigger targets, so you would help him as much as you could before leaving. You would give the pit in your stomach, the one that formed at the idea of not being so lonely anymore, that much at least.
Maybe you should have thought about it harder. Maybe let your loneliness get the better of you for just a little bit too long. Maybe you shouldn’t have let any of it happen. But for a second, he let you breathe. That was a lot more than anyone else ever let you have.
…
Your thoughts still for a moment, static receding a bit as you realise where you are.
Oh. Roads ended. You can’t drive any further.
You shake your head, ridding it of the thoughts brewing inside. Because yesterday never happened, and everything bottled in your head was no more than a hypothetical scenario to pass the time as you drive through the woods.
He wasn’t real. And you didn’t make any mistakes.
You hope he lives a good life and that no alphas manage to catch him.
Humming to yourself, you back up a good few feet before pulling your truck into its normal spot. Grabbing your backpack, opening the door, and hopping out of the carriage quickly following in suit.
You lower yourself unconsciously, checking the wheels. Kicking the dirt around them just slightly, before looking up at the sky. Eyes pinching a little to avoid the glare of the sun.
“Gonna rain soon.” You note outloud, turning on your heels. Walking to another tree, grabbing the old fishnet you’ve weaved with branches as a cover-up for your car. “Gonna have to put some wood down so the truck doesn’t get stuck.”
Already onto the next thing, the next task.
Whining in annoyance already at the idea of having to lug the massive two-by-fours all the way from your house to your car. You, quite literally, want to punch yourself in the face. Maybe then you wouldn’t have to deal with it.
You smile a little, shaking your head to yourself, but then you’re groaning to yourself all over again. One hand slapping against your face, dragging itself down.
“Fuck me.” Right, the pieces of wood you normally use had to be put to work in your garden, instead. Now you have no wood, and a plane of forest that gets too muddy when the heavy droplets tumble by.
“I need to start making a list…” Petulance is in your tone as you grumble, shoulders slouching as you kick at the dirt. Following the familiar trail home, avoiding the wires in place that keep you safe, thinking about the exact way you’ll shout ‘I’m home!’ to startle your Cheryl, just like you always do.
Onto the next thing. Onto the next.
Bubbles been popped. You already let yourself breathe.
You’ve already decided you’ll never think about the omega again.
Jimin doesn’t think he’s ever been pissed off more in his whole life, probably.
Okay, maybe there was that one time 3 years ago when Namjoon ate the last of his gummy worm stash. Or maybe when Hoseok made him get out of his everything shower early– he had only been in there for 3 hours so far!-- so the elder could wash the caked on blood off his skin. Or maybe whenever Seokjin leaves and comes home smelling gross, like the old hospitals before the world fell and won’t give him enough attention.
…Okay, maybe Jimin has been mad like this before!! But that isn’t the point!! He’s mad now, and he never remembers seeing this shade of red before! Never ever!
His eyes pinch into a glare at the man next to him, the reason behind his imminent anger and need to draw blood from anyone within reach.
Such a peaceful look on his face. Content smile on his lips, left arm pinned at an angel under his head. Stupid fucking bandana on his wrist, right next to his nose. Stupid fucking bandana he hasn’t taken off in two goddamn weeks!!
Two! Jimin can’t believe it! He can’t! Yoongi didn’t even wear Jimin’s piece of courting jewellery for that long!
His eyes are latched onto the impeding scrap of fabric. Nose scrunching, biceps flexing from their position crossed against his bare chest. The only thing covering his decency being the thin blanket haphazardly thrown across his legs, but he doesn’t care. All he cares about is Yoongi’s new favourite thing.
He rolls his eyes, cocking his head to the other side dramatically as his mate takes another long whiff of the thing in his sleep. You’d think he gets enough of the scent when Jimin and him are taking turns fucking each other full of cum! The older alpha always seems to have his nose stuffed in it then! But nooooo, he just has to want even more of it when he’s unconscious, too.
Fu-cking. Ri-di-cu-lous.
Jimin sneers, head lulling back. Eyes cast back on the thing that he’s decided he hates more than anything else in the world. His frame flipping over on the scent soaked mattress, brain ignoring the feeling of cum on his stomach that he would normally be complaining about by now.
None of this is normal though.
Yoongi, his mate that hardly acts like he cares about anything, seems to be utterly obsessed! Obsessed with something other than him! Park Jimin!
Jimin is appalled, now that he finally noticed it.
Okay, yes, he did miss the presence of the thing all throughout Yoongi’s rut– but he was pretty preoccupied! The others had their shifts with him too, but its pretty easy to miss things when trying to take an alphas knot, especially when your biology doesn’t grant you the privilege of its ease.
Uhg, he remembers his first time taking one. Jimin had been the top for the majority of his and Taehyungs relationship– something that spanned wayyyy before the rest of the pack– but the first time he let Tae take the lead? He was sore for days! Days!
Don’t even get him started on when he started becoming acquainted with the rest of the pack. Oh god, the stories he could tell…
Wait… he was thinking about something…
Oh! Right!
See how easy it is to get distracted with all the pheromones around? The scents of all seven of his mates clogging his brain. Uhg, he hates this part of ruts. When it's just too easy to get scent drunk and forget about why he’s mad in the first place.
His eyes narrow on the bandana again. His knees scooting up under him in a position reminiscent of a pre-pounce. Butt up in the air, blanket hardly covering it. Head leaning forward to inch closer to the fabric, nose twitching.
What does Yoongi even like about it anyway? It’s not pretty. It doesn’t even really look new. It's boring. Just the traditional white background with black accents. It’s got a tear in it, too. No where near as nice as Jimin or his various courting gifts.
His lips purse out even more, face slowly, slowly leaning closer to try and sniff at it. He would have to be damn-near pressed up against the thing with how heavy Yoongi soaks in the air.
Oh, OH! But then, then Yoongi, the fucking bastard Jimin’s already decided he is– oh, his hyungs, Taehyung, would not believe this– fucking snarles at him!!!!! In his sleep!!!!!
Yoongi’s teeth are pulling back, his canines already extended. His nose scrunching up, eyebrows shooting together in a peaceful-turned-pissed expression. The real piece-de-resistance? A full on feral growl pulling from the back of his throat.
Jimin is enraged.
His head quickly cocks back before he can even get a whiff of the stupid fucking fabric. A sharp gasp pulling from his pink, kiss swollen lips. A disgusted look creasing in his eyes all while his own canines itch to go for his windpipe.
How dare Yoongi!!
How dare him! Oh, oh Taehyung will be hearing about this! About whoever clearly gave Yoongi that filthy little rag his alpha has become so obsessed with.
Oh! Oh! Jimin is going to destroy whoever has got his alpha so hooked! He’s going to kill them, and then maybe Yoongi, too.
…
Okay, not Yoongi, he’s just being dramatic there. He would never do that, not in a million years. He loves his cranky alpha, and the bite on his outer thigh pulses at the mere idea of his death.
Mm, but then the one on the back of his shoulder sings as he jumps out of the covers, intent on finding Tae. So, it evens out. That’s what Jimin guesses, anyway.
Tae always has Jimin’s side! He’s sure he will in this, too!
Jimin doesn’t even consider clothing as he marches in the hallway, down the path to Taehyung’s room that Jimin knows so well. His head finding his door, pushing it open with a new sort of adrenaline pulsing through his veins– his favourite kind.
“Oh Tae–” Oh. Taehyung isn’t in here.
Jimin pouts. His head turning along with the rest of his body as he rotates around his personal axis like a soldier. Feet marching in line as he moves to the next of several destinations at which his Taehyung could be.
Several rooms are checked, and his pout only angels further downwards. Cheeks heating up all over again, though, not ‘cause he’s really mad this time. Just petulant.
His nose twitches when he finally catches the scent.
The closer he gets to Jeongguk’s bedroom, the stronger it becomes. Ah, the two youngests are having bonding time! How cute. He likes it when they spend time together. Sometimes Jimin thinks only he and Jeongguk are the ones able to understand Taehyung’s silent notions.
Pushing open the door in all his glory, Jimin enters. Arms spread out wide, smile on his face. Not at all surprised by what he sees.
Taehyung and Jeongguk both sit on the floor, huge pads of paper in front of each of them. Both of them always have had more of an artistic side, and Jimin loves it whenever one of them sits him down, poses him all pretty to be drawn.
He preens at it, really. He loves attention more than anything else, not that it really needs to be said.
The fact that today is not one of those days becomes clear to him as he creeps over Taehyung’s shoulder, peering down at what is being drawn. Little descriptive mumbles from Jeongguk’s lips sounding out as Taehyung just nods along wordlessly.
Ah, Jeongguk is on another one of his coke rants again.
Jimin hums, squatting down next to the pads as he takes both of them in.
They’re beautiful as always– pretty lines depicting the girl that Jeongguk always talks about. Nearly four months after the encounter, Jimin thought he would have forgotten about it, but no. The youngest merely slowed down.
Spent his time planning, actually doing his job and patrolling. Actually kept up with the politics of the territory’s packs and asked questions at meetings to try and find out any little tidbit he could. Spent all of his free time away from his mates reading his little stories and drawing.
Taehyung sometimes, just like now, joins in, too. He’s one of the only few that will actually humour the youngest with his obsession.
“I think we’ll have 5, maybe 6 pups.” Jimin hears the tenderness in Jeongguk’s voice, and as always, wants to roll his eyes. Taehyung though, he just nods his head.
Jimin isn’t really sure if he’s actually listening, or just pretending to, but with the smell of a happy alpha in the air, he knows it pacifies Jeongguk enough.
Well, Taehyung certainly isn’t listening now that he’s pulled his head out of the clouds, vision instead focused on Jimin’s spread thighs next to him.
Too bad, his drawing of the girl was actually kinda cute.
Jimin’s smile is sharp as he watches Taehyung’s eyes trail up to his face. Knows that Tae wants to know what is making Jimin’s scent so sour.
Oh, Jimin would tell him. Would ask him for help to fix it.
“”M sure you will Ggukkie.” Jimin’s hand pats Jeongnuk's thigh– Namjoon was right, unfortunately, that it was just easier to placate the youngest instead of rousing up an argument. “Gonna steal Taehyung away for a bit, that okay?”
Jimin watches as he gives a hollow nod, knowing that the youngest isn’t really listening. He sees that foggy look in his eye he’s been getting more and more often lately.
It worries Jimin, though not enough to snap him out of it. He’s just daydreaming away about ghosts like always.
Jimin has other priorities right now, anyway. Like grabbing Taehyung by his hands and pulling him away. Making sure the hulking man is trotting along behind him, head tilting in curiosity. They’ve been together for so long, that he knows all of his habits. Also knows he’ll be more than excited to help out Jimin with his plans.
He can feel the stare of Tae’s expression on his ass, too. Doesn’t miss it despite his powerwalk to a more private room. His lips quirking up even higher, a little giggle leaving his throat.
He’d tease the guy if he didn’t already have plans to make.
Oh. Whoever gave Yoongi that bandana would pay.
You would pay.
Jimin would make sure of it.
Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr— click.
“Hello to anyone alive. Today’s date is October 11th. The year is twenty–” The radio static cuts off, instead replaced by that same steady voice you seem to have grown comfortable with. The same one that plays almost every night like clockwork, only occasionally exchanged for a scratchy one.
Though, right now, instead of listening good and intent like you always do, your fingers are reaching up, placing themselves over your ears as you let out a whine. The frequency of the radio is off slightly, leaving the edge of his words to be cut off by a high-pitched, winding sound.
“Ow ow ow ow!” You don’t even think about it as you abandon your little pan resting on top of the wood-burning stove. Feet carelessly trotting over as you flail, tuning the device correctly with one hand while the other stays pressed to your ear.
Sure, the job is a little difficult from the position, your head craned to one side, attempting to mash your other ear into your shoulder. But eventually, the signals even out, and you're set to your nightly ‘show’ once again. To listen to the steady voice over the radio talk about any updates in the world, any knowledge gained.
You don't know who they are– that much is obvious. You don’t really want to, either.
Stumbling across the channel was kind of a miracle in the first place. Days of boredom leading you to sit in front of a radio you found in the cabin, flicking through channel after channel until you heard their voice for the first time.
Back then, you thought it was pre-recorded. It always started the same, day after day. ‘Hello to anyone alive. Today's date is blah the blah. The year is blahhhh.’ Maybe some kind of last ditch effort the military made before the fall.
One day, whoever it was sneezed. That's how you knew it wasn’t.
You’ve never missed a broadcast since.
“60 years ago, a respiratory virus was discovered in an infectious disease lab on Kaffeklubben Island. According to researchers, it was a mystery how it made it out of the facility. ” You mimic the words out loud as they are spoken, moving around the kitchen. Continuing to prepare your meal. Knowing the entire spiel by heart after hearing it nearly every day for the last two years. “Still, it did.”
There’s a long sigh over the crinkled edges of their voice, static still rubbing through the tone. Your eyebrows furrow slightly as you mess up the line, getting a little bit ahead of him. Making it a point to try to mimic it perfectly.
The voice must be out to get you today…
“Not fair…” You grumble outloud, tossing the pan as your veggies sizzle. Shaking the fluke off, you try to catch up with the lullful tone of the baritone once again. “--entered the bloodstream, the brain would become infected. If it didn’t kill in your lungs, it would in your brain.”
You hum outloud, a little too proud as you match the speed of his voice. Moving the pan to your plate, shaking out the stir fry on top of a bed of ramen noodles. “Vaccines were created, but the population was destroyed. At the last census, 25% of the population had the second gender of alpha, 74.66% beta. .34% omega.”
Settling down on the floor, you stop following along with your voice, curling up against one of the few cushions on the floor instead. Stuffing your mouth with the dinner you worked oh-sooo hard to make.
You giggle, shaking your head.
Cheryl had been extra bothersome today, clucking around and pecking the floor boards. Clearly, she wants out of house arrest– is currently giving you the silent treatment, too. But you just wouldn't let her out! How could you, the betrayal!
It’s almost as if you want her foot to finish healing! Gasp!
A chicken in love is a chicken in love, you suppose.
“Vaccines were created, the population began to stabilise again. The infection kept mutating. Kept getting worse.”
You aren’t sure why he does this, day in and day out. He’s gotta be tired of telling the same story over and over again. You’re not really tired of listening though, so you kind of get it. Maybe.
He probably does in a hope to find more survivors– numbers are still dwindling each day. At least, that's what you assume. Maybe he’s out there building a community, one of the optimistic types. Or maybe he’s just trying to keep a record of human life.
You shrug, vocalising your thoughts in an action.
His reasoning doesn’t really matter anyway, you suppose. The intro is just the intro– he talks of all sorts of things outside of it. Books, any new discoveries. He, along with spray painted signs, are how you discovered the alpha pack in the city.
“20 years ago, the first case of it transmitting from blood to blood was documented.” You slurp at your noodles, keeping a note on Cheryl out of the corner of your eye as she creeps closer… what is she planning…. “15, the first ‘infected’ was found. It was kept in a lab. They go by many names, everyone has their own…”
Cheryl’s head bobs back and forth, eyes locked on your plate like she’s hunting. Head low, tail feathers up high.
“...A nurse who was one of the few examining them got onto a plane without releasing blood transfer had occurred, 12 years ago. For 3 years the government tried to contain it…” It is then you see, what once was a dinosaur jumping out from her fluffed up form. Her body only wobbling slightly from the wrap on one of her feet.
And then! She strikes!
You really should have been more cautious honestly. Now, you have sharp beak angling for the bare skin of your toes. Harsh pecks, one, two, three, all in short succession, causing you to gasp out in pain.
“Fuck!” You drop your plate to the side, fingers instead reaching to your foot as you pull it closer to your body. Dinner spilled out on the floor like it was nothing. “What the fuck was that for?!”
“10 years ago, society fell.” You glare at the chicken, now happily enjoying your dinner instead. “What is the world to the will of a god?”
“I was going to give you some, asshole!” The radio merely acts as background noise now as you glare down at the bird. Betrayal written in legible lines across your face. Of course, she doesn’t care. She’s just happy she got her meal.
Grumbling, you stand. You finished most of it already, but that didn’t make the loss anymore annoying. It was just the cherry on top of an already draining day, one you just wanted to be done with already.
“37° 33′ 4.38″ N, 12–” You flip the radio off. You’re going to bed early. You think you’re getting a migraine.
“Just do your routine, then you can go to bed.” You’re dragging your feet as you go through it. Plates in the nonfunctioning skin, teeth brushed. Outside clothes taken off so they’re not brought into the nest.
Settling inside, wrapping yourself in a blanket you really ought to wash soon, you close your eyes. You really try to sleep.
But then you hear the same exact dripping that woke you up. The one you spent your morning trying to find the source of with absolutely no luck. Harsh lines in your forehead returning as you try to ignore it.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Holy fucking shit if that sound doesn’t stop you’re going to loose your mind and–
You let out a heavy sigh.
You know what?
You decide you’re not gonna be upset anymore. Actually, you like the sound of the dripping. You don’t hate it as much as you thought, and if you tell yourself that enough times, you know it will become true.
And you know what else? Today may have been frustrating, but it doesn’t have to be. The dripping that woke you up allowed you to discover an area that you needed to reinsulate for the upcoming winter. Also helped you figure out that some of your canned storage had popped open– you’re still learning the process, after all.
Just because they popped open doesn’t mean the next ones won’t come out better. Plus, yeah, maybe you have been a little too overprotective of the chicken lately. She is just a wild bird, and you’re a human looking for company in any way you can. So it’s not really her fault that she got upset.
Tomorrow will be better because you’ll make it. You’ll cover up the leftover tire tracks your truck left after the rain and start collecting more wood for the winter. You’ll let Cheryl go outside to see her friends, and you’ll manage alone– not manage, thrive alone just like you have been doing. Like you want to keep doing forever and ever.
It makes you happy.
You’ll keep being happy.
You count drips like sheep again, forcing yourself to bed so you can start again tomorrow. A rainbow will come.
Honestly, Jimin thinks he’s a goddamn genius.
Like, obviously, he had evidence before, but now he has real, solid proof.
In the past, whenever Jimin wanted something, he had gone in guns blazing. No plans, not even concepts of what he might want to orchestrate out of the whole thing. Just a desire to have something, and the knowledge he will make it happen.
But this time! He actually! Made a plan!! And it is going sooo perfectly!! Better than perfect!!
4 days ago, Jimin told Taehyung about whatever bitch was cheating on the guys with– well, cheating as far as Jimin is concerned. Yoongi didn’t tell them about whoever it was, and Taehyung didn’t seem to recognise the smell. Yoongi clearly had some sort of fondness for whatever scent was laced into the fabric.
So, obviously, cheating bitch.
The next day, Jimin managed to swindle away the bandana during Yoongi’s post-rut coma.
Jimin used Hoseok to his advantage. Tag teaming the poor alpha, a pairing that was just simply sinister to the male psyche.
Hmmm.. He bets that if Namjoon wasn’t such a dominant force, they could even give him a run for his money.
Ahh, Jimin giggles at the thought, shaking his head. Nah, still probably wouldn’t happen. Hoseok likes someone that fights back, and Namjoon– he doesn’t like it when his mates act dumb. He likes them to be good for him, even if he does have to put them in their place every once and awhile.
Mmm, but it certainly worked on Yoongi. Yoongi Yoongi Yoongi.
The poor thing was so dazed and fucked-out by the end that he rolled over and pulled himself under a mountain of blankets, his hair sticking out of the top acting as the only sign of life from him.
It was far too easy to slip the bandana off, especially with how protective the alpha had been of it during the rest of the week. Too bad he was so knocked out a meteor could probably hit and he still wouldn’t move an inch.
Jimin then let Taehyung sniff at the bandana until he gave the elder a stiff little nod. Just like that, Jimin knew the scent stuck. His tallest mate wouldn’t be losing it any time soon.
With the same level of complication of taking it off, Jimin slipped it back onto Yoongi. None the wiser that anything had occurred in the first place.
Good, Jimin wanted to make them suffer first. Then he’d tell the pack that he solved the problem, and get all the praise in the world for it. Because he’s simply the best mate.
His chest puffs up a little, a smile on his too-sharp teeth.
Uhg, this has to be the worst part of enacting plans though– the waiting.
Taehyung is a good tracker, sure. He’s got the best nose that Jimin’s ever seen. Can smell odors resonating long after the rest of the men consider them gone. But that doesn’t mean he can just catch a trail from nothing– he can’t just sniff something, walk out of the house, and find it.
Of course not, that would be dumb. For all the good that Taehyung is, he doesn’t have superpowers, as much as Jimin wishes he did.
So now, the pouty alpha has to wait. Wait and wait and wait. Go out on stupid runs and patrols that he always hates doing with Taehyung in hopes that his mate picks up on something.
His feet kicks at the dirt– well, mud, it’s been an unusually rainy fall– thinking about all the things he would be doing if he was at home. He likes being at home, in the den. He doesn’t like having to go out. It drains him too much, same with Yoongi. They always spend the most time together at home.
Maybe that's why he feels a little bit extra slighted by– oooo! Look at that! Look!
Jimin turns to Taehyung at his left, getting his attention with a glance alone. Finger raising up to point at the bracelet in the broken display window, eyes half-lidded in the way they always get when he finds something pretty.
Taehyung’s face leaves Jimin, gaze traveling past him to look in the direction of his finger. Head tilting, fluffy waves falling like they always do. His expression never changing– it hardly ever does, but that alone makes Jimin want to coo.
“Want?” His baritone is steady, question already answered by Jimin’s nodding head.
Without anything else, Taehyung is stepping over the broken glass to collect it. Turning around, presenting it to Jimin in his big palm.
“For me?” Jimin’s smile is blinding, and this time it's Taehyung who gives the soft nod. Like Jimin didn’t ask for it in the first place, like it was something Taehyung thought of all on his own.
Jimin giggles.
“You’re so sweet.” Soft puffs of air bubble up in Jimin’s chest as he steps forward, something reminiscent of a tiger's chuff. His bigger half still in the store while he stands just outside. Jimin’s arms reaching up to careen around his neck, leaning up so his nose runs along the underside of Taehyung’s chin.
If Taehyung has any thoughts about the little roleplay Jimin’s decidedly wrapped up in, he doesn’t say them. Just lets Jimin bask him in love the way Jimin knows he enjoys.
One hand reaching up into the base of Taehyung’s mop, pulling his head down so he’s craning his neck a little awkwardly. Pressing his lips to Taehyung’s in a soft kiss as if to say ‘thank you for thinking of me, what a good mate.’
Jimin sighs as he pulls away, letting Taehyung take Jimin’s wrist into his hands. Waiting patiently as Taehyung starts to fasten it up.
Ah! He just loves to be decorated all pretty. Loves to be adorned in presents given to him by his mates. It's one of his favourite things in the world– right next to when Seokjin cooks dinner (a rare occasion), and when Namjoon is letting out happy pheromones (an even rarer one). Pretty, pleased scents puffing up into the air instead of his normally slightly bitter tang.
Hm, well, actually. In all honesty, Jimin loves all his mates' happy smells. He likes it when Taehyung’s normally very light pomegranate scent masks over his usual scent of woods. When he smells ripe and sweet instead of like nature. So it’s hard to put just one of them above the other…what is Taehyung doing?
Oh, Jimin got too caught up in his own thoughts again, maybe he was purfuming the air too much with the smell of his own fulfillment. Taehyung, though. He has that look in his eye.
Jimin takes him all in. He’s standing there, frozen in place. Hands not moving from where they were in the process of fasting the jewellery. Head turned completely to the side in the direction they were walking. His nostrils flaring, taking in deep inhales. Long stories told beyond his irises.
Jimin can read every single one. The wind must have changed directions.
His smile grows.
“You smell it.” Jimin feels his heartbeat in his ears, the pulse of his blood as it strums through his veins even faster. He feels his muscles flexing, ready to run. Can feel his hindbrain raging with desire.
It’s times like these he wishes he could actually turn into a werewolf instead of just having the instincts of one.
Taehyung nods, eyes locked onto old tire tracks in the mud only 20 feet ahead of them.
Jimin moves first.
The bracelet is forgotten on the floor.
You wish you had the luxury of waking up to something as peaceful as the sounds of dripping, just like you had the past few. The soothing tap tap tap not even a consideration in your mind, the blaring of an alarm calling you from sleep instead. A ringing bell that could really only mean one thing.
One of your trip wires had gone off.
One of the carefully crafted and placed lines that run along the path to your house had been set off, leading to a chain reaction you can’t stop.
Out of the way of deer trails, too thick to be set off by the smaller forest creatures. Neatly placed only along a path a human would follow to get to the cottage. That you follow to get to the cottage.
Your face falls.
What the fuck just found you.
Jimin’s boot meets the hard wood of the door, kicking it in with ease as he whistles. Leaning back on his heels, hands shoved into his pockets while he looks into the cabin. A sick, twisted smile on his face as he takes it all in, takes the smell in.
The first time he actually is able to smell it. Scent too diluted on the bandana, oh but now. Now it’s fresh.
Fucking beta.
“Ohh Darling! I’m home!” Jimin sing-songs, canines feeling more sharp than ever as he steps past the entryway, the door now only handing it on by one of its hinges. His partner in crime trailing in behind him, no more than a leisurely stroll. “C’mon out, pretty thing! I won’t hurt you if you make it easy on me!”
Ah, Jimin knows he can’t hide the venom in his voice, that his lies are utterly unconvincing, but can you really blame him? He can’t, and with the rotting smell Taehyung is giving off himself, Jimin knows he’s feeling much of the same thing.
He gives you a few seconds to come out, to make your presence known before– oh, scratch that. He’s already swinging, actually.
His wooden bat– his pretty thing decked out with barbed wire and nails, just like Yoongi– swings around his form. All of his power going into the swing, hitting a side-table near the door. The thing, probably once pretty and certainly cared for (it was covered in layers of paint and had countless nick-nacks on top), now lying in a heap against the floor.
“You see, baby!” Jimin calls again, his chest heaving. He doesn’t feel like himself right now, he feels better than. He feels like he has control over each individual muscle. Has sensation in every part of his being, feels like he could take on the world.
He can.
He will.
The bat swings again after he takes another few steps inside, this time against a coffee table. The result is the same as the precious little thing next to the door. In the background, he hears Taehyung moving along with him. The rage simmering, though Tae doesn’t vocalise it.
Instead just shows it in action– his target a bookshelf, the thing piled high with novel after novel. More trinkets, too.
“Hiding is just going to make this harder on you!” Jimin doesn’t stop for even a second. He isn’t thinking. Isn’t planning. No, this stage is going a lot more like his usual commands for whatever he wants. “C’mon, pretty! You’ve gotta be, right?”
He’s giggling– he somewhat hears it, but doesn’t feel it as it’s happening. He’s a little outside of his body right now, maybe. Feels kind of like he’s cumming. That same head in the clouds, orgasmic bliss taking over as he finally, finally, gets to take out some of his pent up energy out.
He’s been storing it up for awhile, just for you.
Taehyung, too.
Jimin’s heavy boots thud against the floor, but he’s as light as a feather. Butt of his weapon taking out every single window as he walks further inside. Nothing to keep out the cold winter now, is there?
Maybe he should be taking this all in, huh? Taking in your house past just a single glance before swinging. Maybe then he could learn more about you– find out what the fuck drove Yoongi in so much that he’s not being paid attention to proper–
BAM!
Jimin’s bat goes down heavy against a wood-burning stove. The object denting with the sheer force of the blow combined with the age of it, but so goes Jimin’s bat. The wood of it splintering down the middle, becoming useless.
He looks at it for a second before tossing it away, a thought not even complacent in his head.
His hands work just as well.
The next thing he knows, he’s toppling over furniture. Working in tandem with Taehyung as a twister of force. Moving in sync to make sure the house is destroyed. It’s clear you care for it, and you took something they care about from them.
It’s a fair trade, isn’t it?
“You have to be pretty, right?” He calls again, after a while. Picking up on his speech where he left off. His normal, high pitched tone dampening into something deeper. Something that almost sounds like a demon coming to claim your soul.
He giggles. Yeah, he is.
“I mean, he’s got the prettiest mates in the world– but he can’t stop thinking about you!” He sing-songs like a bird. Chirping away, not entirely sure where he's going with it. Running his mouth and not thinking about the repercussions, because there won't be any.
He’s got the best mates in the world. He’s in the most powerful pack. “Wanna tell me why that is?!”
Jimin moves deeper into the single story house. Living room is a pile of rubble, the kitchen is unusable.
“Dollface!!” Jimin is even more pissed. Somehow, that fire burning inside hasn’t died down even a bit when normally, by now it would have. Normally, he would feel the fire of his rage receding and he'd be wanting the arms of his mates to coddle him. Call him cute just like they always do when he gets mad. But for some reason– for some fucking reason– the inferno only rages on.
It’s ‘cause you haven’t come out, ha, isn’t it? Because he hasn’t seen your face and served justice properly. Yeah, that's it. That’s–
A weighted hand on Jimin’s shoulder stops his movements, reminding him to breathe. When was the last time he breathed? He isn’t sure, but his lungs fill with air now.
“Not here.” Jimin can hear the anger in Taehyung’s voice. Feels the way Tae is breathing in deep, too. Shoulders rising, falling, rising, falling. Trying to manage the tension in them so he doesn’t lose control either.
Jimin has only witnessed Taehyung lose it once. Took 5 out of his 6 mates to get him to calm down.
Sure, Jimin thought it was hot, but he doesn’t want to deal with it now.
Wait, not here? You’re not here?
His eyes pinch as he just barely looks over his shoulder, “What do you mean, ‘not here?” He wishes he could control the mocking tone in his voice, but he’d apologise for it later. Taehyung knows he doesn’t mean any harm by it anyway.
Taehyung just taps his nose with his free hand– Jimin notices the blood on his knuckles, but doesn’t comment. He’s probably in the same state. “Scents even.”
… Yeah, yeah. Okay. That makes sense. But it doesn’t piss Jimin off any less.
Scents even. Meaning that the source of it isn’t within these walls. If they were, it would be stronger from a single focal point. If it was, Taehyung would be able to find them easily.
The house though– it looks lived in. Okay, looked lived in. There was a garden in the yard that looked recently planted, and fresh footprints within the mud. Even if you aren’t here now, you were recently. You would be coming back.
They don’t have all fucking day to wait around.
Their mates will notice, and Jimin isn’t the type to leave for days at a time like his other mates. They’ll know something is wrong, and they’ll do something about it to get him back. They probably already know the anger he’s feeling pulling at their bond. Knows they’ll already be questions when he gets back.
He doesn’t want to do something that would result in a worse tug against his own. They’ve done it before.
Fuck.
Jimin runs a hand through his sweat soaked hair, his fingers getting stuck in fairy-knots along the way. They can’t stick around, as much as he would like to.
He shrugs Taehyung’s hand off his shoulder, trekking deeper into the house. Towards one of two closed doors, guessing it's the bedroom. “Whatever.”
But then… then Jimin is pausing for another reason inside of the entry way.
He doesn’t know why.
It looks like a normal bedroom. The space is tiny. There's a desk against one of the walls, the furniture in the space all painted just like the ones outside. Piles of clothes are scattered around, folded up neatly. The entire space was organized in a way that could never make sense to Jimin.
In one of the corners, there's a pile of fabrics cleaner than the rest of the place. Blankets, pillows. Fluffy. Soft.
He knows your scent is the strongest there.
Something inside of him, he isn’t sure what, tells his legs not to move a step closer. Taehyung’s frozen body behind him tells him that the other is feeling the same thing.
Why is a voice in Jimin’s body telling him to not take a step closer? Why is it telling him that he’s not allowed without permission? What the fuck would he need permission?! Over a fucking pile of blankets that have absolutely no significance to him?!
His lips curl back in a growl before he pushes himself forward, going straight towards the pile out of sheer petulance alone. Fingers gripping at the fabrics, pulling it apart. Destroying the nest– what the fuck is a nest? Why would he call it that?
It’s just a bed, your bed. Clearly where you sleep. You’re not a fucking bird.
He’s on his knees, fabrics flying behind him. Each one tearing as he does so. Feathers scattering when he gets to the pillows. Mattress getting a long slice in it from a knife that was once in his pocket.
By the time it’s done, he’s able to start seeing clearly again. The rest of the world coming through louder as the voice in his head retreats, a heavy feeling in his chest for– he doesn’t know why.
He looks towards Taehyung, towards the rest of the room. Everything is now in the same state as the rest of the house. Dresser flipped, wood in it splintered. Desk cracked straight down the middle. Windows beaten in, glass scattered on the floor. Mattress flipped, bed torn asunder.
Jimin stares at him for a while, watches the red recede from the colour of his mates eyes. Taehyung stares back. Both of their chests huffing. Both of them covered in sweat.
After the high always comes the crash back to reality. The near orgasmic bliss winding back as the adrenaline drops. He can tell a pit is in both of their stomachs, but he blames it as no more than that. The drop of adrenaline. Of course. Of course that's all it is, of course.
“Burn it.” He isn’t sure whether it's a question or a request, but Jimin shakes his head all the same. Putting one bloodied hand on his knee to support his stand before making his way to Taehyung.
Jimin kind of wants to suck his dick right now, but he lets that thought fly away in the wind as he grabs Taehyung’s hand, shoving his other in his pocking. Standing in front of the hulking male with that same relaxed, leisurely position that he walked inside the house with.
“No,” Jimin raises his hand to his lips, kissing the skin, denying the request. Assuming Taehyung wanted it destroyed for the same reasons as him. For you to suffer. For you to see it was all gone. “It would hurt worse to see this.”
He turns, trying to tug Taehyung behind him. Wanting to leave the house as fast as possible now that his fire has receded– just wants to go home and curl up in his mates arms, “Plus, if it’s salvageable, she might try to stick around.”
Jimin shrugs, a light smile tugging back on his lips, “Then we can actually get her. That would be nice, hmm?”
“Right.” Taehyung agrees, his mind changed. Maybe the words come out a bit too fast, but Jimin doesn’t notice. “Shouldn’t burn it.”
The younger’s legs only begin to move then, following Jimin out of the house. Pretty hands gripping Jimin’s tightly in a way that he appreciates.
Ah, the plan had gone almost perfectly.
Now he just has to figure out what he’s going to tell his hyungs and dongsaeng.
Jimin begins to whistle, a smile curling on his lips.
He really can’t wait to see Yoongi’s face when he hears the news!! Then he’ll know never to keep secrets again!!!
. . .
You feel numb.
You are numb.
After. After all of that, how could you not be?
You were as good as dead.
You thought they found you.
You thought—
They didn’t know you were there.
You don’t think you’ve inhaled in an hour. Aren’t sure if you’ll ever be able to move your muscles again.
There wasn’t any time to leave– there wasn’t.
But you’re not stupid. You planned. You prepared. You shoved your frame into the little ‘safe house’ you dug out years ago. The one under the floorboards. The one under your nest. The one place your scent was concentrated enough that they wouldn’t notice any difference.
People.
People were in your house.
Alphas were in your house.
They were looking for you.
They knew you were there.
You were just numb.
The whole time, you were. What else were you supposed to be? Were you meant to cry out from fear? Fight back? No, your careful planning would be resistance within itself.
You will resist.
Your body was frozen at every shout, every call for you to come out. You didn’t know what the man was talking about. Only that he was pissed, that he was going to have you killed.
Despite everything, you don’t want to die. You won’t let yourself die. You’ve lost so much. You can’t lose anything else. You can’t.
Even when they entered your nest, you were motionless. You’re sure you had to have breathed, but you can’t remember doing it. You don’t remember blinking or making your heart beat. You don’t remember much of anything other than his eyes.
His fucking eyes.
After your nest had been torn apart, after something inside of you broke at it, you knew two things to be true:
One.
They have to know the beta scent was just a cover up. Nests are a trait only maintained by your second gender– that's how it's been since the start of time. Sure, sometimes alphas might try to replicate them. But never a beta. And it's never the same.
If they have knowledge of nests, they have knowledge of you. You shouldn’t have let yourself have that bit of comfort.
Now, at least 3 people in the world know you’re an omega. That’s too many. You’ve made too many mistakes.
You’ll have to pay the price.
And Two.
From under the floorboards, under the tiny crack of light that peeked through, the mattress no longer able to fully hold them down– the taller of the two alphas saw you. You saw his deep brown eyes staring back at you whilst the shorter of the two tried to lead him out.
He saw you. You saw him.
He said nothing.
That is not a kindness he won’t want repaid.
You won’t be the one to repay it.
You didn’t move from the spot for hours, not until you were sure they were long gone.
Only then did you see the carnage left in their wake, but for some reason, you couldn’t find it in you to care.
Your body worked past your mind. Consciousness still locked away as you let instinct carry you. Your frame pulling your backpack from the tight space, dumping it out before packing it once again, anew.
Salvaging what you could of a life you’ll have to forget.
You always do eventually.
His eyes are haunting you, you think.
You shake your head, though. Shake it away. Shake everything away. One loss can be a new gain. You’ll find somewhere better. All the lessons you learned building this one will make the next easier, and you’ll find a better world. One farther from society. One deeper in the woods.
You were always too close for comfort anyway. You’ve seen too many other people recently.
First, the alpha almost four months ago. Then, the omega two and a half weeks back. Finally, the two today.
Your territory is no longer your own. It is being encroached upon.
By who or what force? You don’t know.
They wouldn’t ever find you again if they came back.
At least the only things lost this time were physical, you could always get those back.
Brown brown brown brown brown. Pity. Nothing. Didn’t rat you out. Why didn’t he rat you out? Gonna come back. He’ll want something. Brown. Pity. Brown.
Hours pass, you’re not sure how many. You’re still distant from your body, a part of your brain locked away. Only performing necessary, logical functions that need to be done.
All you know is you have that same backpack you always carry over your shoulder, the strap of another clutched in your fist. Gun strapped over your free arm, just like always.
This phase of your life is over, but you’ll bounce back. You still have time to find something new before winter. Snow will blanket the earth, snow always messes with the sense of smell. No one will be able to find you. No one will be able to track you.
You take one last long look at the house– one you built so many memories inside. One last look before you close the door– the one you fixed, in case they came back and think you might still be inside.
One last look before you turn around and leave, next location already circled several times on your map.
A final stop is made at your truck, though this time, you leave it uncovered. Leave it for others to see. Leave your spare backpack in the passenger seat.
A kiss pressed to your fingers before being placed against the hood. A third final goodbye of the day, your last.
You only take what can be carried easily, this trek you’ll take on foot.
Looks like your peace is over. The safety of hiding away can’t be maintained like this. Not when they’re after you. How they found you? You don’t know. You don’t need to know. You just need to do better. To be better.
Looks like it's time for war.
You will win.
chapter 2 <- index -> chapter 4
⌬ : notes: and there she is <33 the last chapter I had on "back order" so now ao3 is completely caught up with tumblr!! Yayay!! :DDDDD So now there wont be any spoilers heheheh <33
That being said though!! It also means no more weekly updates ;(( Both tumblr and ao3 will be updated at the same time! So, the update schedule will now reflect ao3s, which is at least one chapter every month around the 15th, but more often if I have time!!!
BUT AHHH OKAY NOW THAT THE FORMAL STUFF IS OUT OF THE WAY!!! I JUST NEED TO SAY!! I REALLY LOVE THIS CHAPTER!!! I really love when things start to come together in fics, and this chapter feels like everything is starting to fall into place <3333 ohhhhhh the next one is gonna be so juicy!!! I really cant wait!!!!! Ahhhhhhh!!
I am desperate to know your thoughts on this chapter, hehe!! I had so much fun writing from Jimin's perspective, though I assume thoughts on him and Tae are gonna be pretty polarizing, lmao. We're finally getting somewhere too! Were like in the rising action of the first act, and ahh, it's so much fun. I can't wait to go into more of the guys heads for future chapters. <33 let me know what you think and have an amazing day!!! <333
hello my lovelies, I'm not sure how it started, but nerd!svt supremacy, and here is everything requested for our nerds.
pairings: [separate] seungcheol x reader, jeonghan x reader, joshua x reader, jun x reader, soonyoung x reader, wonwoo x reader, jihoon x reader, minghao x reader, mingyu x reader, seokmin x reader, seungkwan x reader, vernon x reader, and dino x reader
synopsis: losers, nerds, possible creeps, and pervs! let's find out if the more pathetic they are, the better the dih?
꒰𓏼´ ତ `𓏼 SEUNGCHEOL
꒰𓏼´ ତ `𓏼 JEONGHAN
꒰𓏼´ ତ `𓏼 JOSHUA
꒰𓏼´ ତ `𓏼 JUN
꒰𓏼´ ତ `𓏼 SOONYOUNG
꒰𓏼´ ତ `𓏼 WONWOO
꒰𓏼´ ତ `𓏼 JIHOON
꒰𓏼´ ତ `𓏼 MINGHAO
Synopsis: Art major! Minghao needs a new muse for his portfolio for the upcoming finals. He puts up an ad for a "nude model" and never expected his long-time crush to answer the call.
꒰𓏼´ ତ `𓏼 MINGYU
꒰𓏼´ ତ `𓏼 SEOKMIN
Synopsis: When needing a tutor, you meet Lee Seokmin, a drama major.
꒰𓏼´ ତ `𓏼 SEUNGKWAN
꒰𓏼´ ତ `𓏼 VERNON
꒰𓏼´ ତ `𓏼 DINO
misc. one shots under the same concept but not in the au
otaku! seungcheol x reader
loser!hoshi - two
inexperience loser! vernon x reader
listed below are nerd!svt ot13 reactions!
these reactions are not connected with the nerd! svt boys listed above for my nerd!svt au! these are just different versions of them being nerds or losers as requested! ♡
The War Is Almost Over… but Our Struggle to Rebuild Has Just Begun.
Every day here in Gaza feels like a year carved into our chests. The war isn’t like it was in the early days—the sky is quieter, the air carries less smoke, and the nights hold fewer explosions. But the pain… it still lives under the rubble, inside our memories, and in the empty spaces where our loved ones once stood.
I’m writing this today not because the war has completely ended, but because for the first time in a long while, it feels like the horizon is opening a little. A small space where we can breathe, gather ourselves, and try to rebuild what’s left of our lives.
Yet every step forward feels like walking on wounded memories, and every stone from our destroyed home whispers stories we never got to finish.
We lived through nights so heavy we thought morning would never come. We lost things that can never be replaced—homes, dreams, pieces of our hearts.
But we are still here… holding on, trying, fighting to stay standing despite everything.
And in the middle of this long road… there is a house. A house that once carried laughter, warmth, noise, and life.
Today, all that remains is an image holding a memory—and rubble longing for the people who once lived inside.
Today, we are trying to rebuild—not just the walls of a house, but an entire life that was shattered.
We are trying to create a new beginning, to live with dignity again, to give our family a sense of safety that we’ve been missing for so long.
We’re not writing this to mourn what was lost, but to ask for a chance to start again.
We ask for your support because rebuilding after a war is not something one person can do alone—it is a human effort, a shared act of compassion.
We need you.
We need your hearts.
We need your help to stand again.
Every contribution—no matter how small—makes a difference.
It becomes part of our story, part of rebuilding a home, part of reviving a life that nearly faded.
The war may be almost over… but our journey back to life begins now.
My name is Naser AbuThaher. I’m 18 years old, and I live in Gaza.
🌿✨
Thank you to every soul who still feels our pain, and to everyone who reaches out a hand to help us rise again.
genre. non-idol au, omegaverse (a/b/o), polyamory, red string theory, painful slow burn, a not so meet cute in this one
sleep walking home is a regular occurrence after your shifts. shuffling your way through the crowded streets with such familiarity you don't even think you'd need your eyes open on a day off to navigate your way around. until you're snapped back into reality by a side walk the people have been begging the city to fix for years, an elderly woman, and an alpha.
word count. 4458
warnings. no major warnings, it's a prologue so it's world building and setting up, banter between coworkers, lowkey inaccurate (inaccurate everything lowkey) hospital knowledge (give me another year for when i'm in clinicals fr fr for it to be scarily accurate), an elderly woman falls, a sprained ankle, fireman!jeongguk, a forgotten cardigan, this really can't be categorized as anything but i'm just putting fluff
author's notes at the end of the chapter!
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The headache inducing fluorescent lights overhead of the nurses’ station hummed. Soft and steady. Too steady to the point where it becomes background noise that gets drowned within an hour of your shift, and yet irritating if you’re left to the quietness of the night shift too long.
And for you, it’s getting to that point. Swivelling back and forth in the computer chair, absently staring at the bright computer screen in front of you. Eyes drifting to the corner of the screen.
6:54 A.M
Six more minutes. But it’s never just six more minutes. Not the same six minutes of an office worker whose hours are cemented in stone. Because you can’t remember the last time you had gotten to clock out exactly at 7 A.M, although you don’t think within the years of working as a nurse, you’ve ever gotten out ‘on time’. Too many responsibilities to take care of. The most you can wish for during a shift change is that your replacement isn’t too late.
There were three of you on duty this past night. Mila, a beta, sat beside you. More focused than you as she typed away on the keyboard that’s probably been at this station before any of you had formed thoughts of becoming a nurse. The blue illumination of the computer screen emphasised the small scrunch of her eyebrows. On the other side of the nurses' station, Derek, another beta, has been flipping through a thick binder since the hallway lights dimmed back up nearly an hour ago. It’ll be the morning shift nurses who take it upon themselves to turn on the lights within the patients’ rooms once they begin their rounds.
“I miss my-”
“Don’t even.” Mila mumbles. Not even letting the beta finish his sentence before ending it for him. Already knowing that he was going to say, “I miss my bed”, with his signature to drag it on, just like he’s done at least once since the shift passed six hours in.
Derek huffs. Closing the binder, putting his hands at the edge of the table top to get enough leverage to push himself back further within the confines of the nurses’ station to spin in his chair.
“We’re almost done.” You say, adding an air of optimism. Closing your eyes and pinching at the bridge of your nose, those bright fluorescent lights getting to your head.
“Yeah, but will the mor-”
Releasing your nose and opening your eyes, looking beside you to see if Mila had sent him any glares that made him quiet down. Just for her fingers to still be idly tapping away. Head whipping to Derek’s direction to know what made him shut himself up. Understanding why, when you watch as Elaina, your replacement, makes her way to the station. With her lightweight coat still clad in the morning dew and lunch box in hand, bag slung over her shoulder. You must not have even noticed the elevator ding.
As she nears the station, “I’m just going to set this down in the break room, and I’ll be right back, okay?” She says in a hushed voice. Still taking into consideration that many patients, if not all, are still sleeping.
You nod at her words, giving her a thumbs up, and begin exiting out of whatever tabs you had open and sign out of the computer. Standing, but not before you take note of the time.
7:02 A.M
Not bad, you’ve waited unnecessarily longer before. Picking up both your clipboard, water bottle, a cup of lukewarm tea you made somewhere around 3 and never finished, and plucking up the cardigan you draped over the back of the chair over your arm. Passing by Derek, who pushes closer to the counter to allow you to smoothly round the corner of the nurses’ station.
“You’re better than me. I would’ve jumped out of my seat to give her the charts and be on my way.” Derek remarks.
You snort at him. “Good thing I have patience. Unlike you.”
Derek just plants his elbows on the counter and plops his head in his hands in retaliation.
Setting down all of the items on the high top of the counter. The squeak of sneakers against the polished hospital linoleum floors dignifies Elaina’s return from the break room. Taking a spot next to you.
“How was the night shift?” She asks. Like she usually does whenever she’s your replacement, when she’s anyone's replacement, really. One of the few omegas in the hospital, and a powerhouse of a nurse with about a decade of knowledge over you. You never mind waiting on her if you know she’s scheduled.
“It was a usual night. Calm and quiet with a few hiccups.”
“Good, good,” She nods along. “What do you have for me, so I can get you out of here.”
Looking down at the clipboard in front of you, you slide it across the counter to Elaina to look at as you explain.
“Uh, Room 12 needs vitals again at eight. She ran a low fever around four, but it settled after Tylenol. And her temp has been stable since. Mom and dad are tired, so maybe let them sleep another hour before rounds?”
Elaina nods, eyes already locked in scanning the notes. “I’ll open the blinds before turning on the overhead lights in there.” You make a noise of agreement with her comment.
“And Room 15?”
“Breathing way easier after the second neb. He’ll probably charm you out of half the supply closet today. I found his stash just before bed last night.”
Elaina cackles. “That kid could talk you out of giving him the shoes on your own feet and clothes off your own back.” She glances up at you. “Alright, I know you’re ready to get home.” She states, reading you easily.
You look up from the chart to her eyes already on you. Wondering if you really look that bad. “I just- I am.” You admit. “I don’t know what it is, but I haven’t been sleeping well lately.”
“Laugh at me all you want. But, it’s your body giving you warning signs that something’s probably going to happen.”
Squinting at her words. Is something going to happen to you? Or in general? Good or bad?
“It’s probably just because I’ve been working back-to-back lately.” You retort.
“Could be. Or you’re not eating the way you should be.”
Your head snaps back to look at the older nurse, mouth slightly agape. “Under nurse Elaina’s orders, I’ve been eating better.” Taking your hand and pledging it over your heart. Much like the early morning about a month ago, when it had been Elaina who saw the glimpse inside of your pathetic lunch box. All of the containers were mostly full of food you had haphazardly thrown in them without a second thought. Hearing an earful from her about health and nurturing your body, but you had nonetheless promised her that you would eat better.
She eyes you up, but trusts your word not to push the subject any further. Scooping up the clipboard, and walked her way around the nurses' station. “Go ahead and sleep off the rest of the week, Honey. It’s deserved.”
You smile at her words. Picking up your water bottle and the cup with the remnants of your tea. “Thanks, Elaina.”
Turning on your heels to walk down the hall to the break room to gather your things, and scanning into the room with your badge once you make it. And making a beeline for the sink. Setting down your water bottle with a clank on the counter beside the sink as you dump out the rest of your tea, awake enough to keep a finger on the tea bag string as you do so, and throw the cup in the trash.
A loud throaty yawn from behind you startles you. And there Derek stands. One arm is in his jacket sleeve, and the other is not, as he stretches his arms out.
“I didn’t even notice you leave the station.”
Derek turns around, “I told you. I’m ready to go.”
You both share a laugh as the two of you move to get yourselves ready to leave. Removing your cardigan from the crook of your arm to put it on.
“I’m filing a formal complaint,” he announces beside you, hand wrapped around one of the handles of his bag.
Furrowing your eyebrows, “On?” Moving to the sink once more to collect your water bottle before you leave it in the hospital like you’ve done countless times before.
“On charting after sunrise. It should be a law.”
You move back to where your bag is propped open on a seat and one of the break tables to diligently place your water bottle inside. The bag is worn, with the floral print wearing off on the bottom, and most of the compartments have a hole (or two). However, it was a gift from your dad when you began your clinicals in your junior year.
“File it with Congress,” You comment. “They’re only like, what, ten blocks away?”
He groans. “I’m not that ambitious.”
You sling your bag over your shoulder, and the two of you head for the door. Derek takes longer strides to hold it open for you, but not before he swipes his badge through the clock to finalize him clocking out of the shift. Bowing your head in a thank you, repeating the same action. Never being as satisfied as you are to hear that beep as your badge slides through.
Walking past the nurses’ station, you spot Mila still seated in the same spot. Stopping to talk to her as Derek waves and voices quick goodbyes to everyone.
Slouching over the high-top counter, you place your hands flat and place your head on top of your hands, right in front of Mila, who looks up from the computer screen. Everyone’s been in Mila’s position.
“Still not here yet?”
“Nope.” She confirmed. Popping the P in the word.
You give her a sympathetic frown. “Sorry, Mimi. Want me to wait?” It isn’t out of the ordinary for you and Mila to leave together. Or to even arrive together. You and Mila are the same age and got hired around the same time. The other staff often joke about the two of you being joined at the hip.
Mila pfft’s. “No, go home. They’ll probably be here soon anyway.”
You nod at her words. “Alright, just text me when you get out.”
“Will do.”
You pick yourself up. Hand pushing the handles of your bag further up your shoulder. Saying your goodbyes to everyone.
Stopping in front of the elevator, you press the down button. Exhaling as you extend your wrist and push back your cardigan sleeve to peek at your watch.
7:20 A.M
Once again, you think, not bad.
The ding of the elevator alerts you to raise your head. Taking a few steps back once the doors open to let the people on the elevator exit before you make your way on, pressing the first floor button.
Your body knowing where to turn as you leave out one of the employee entrances. Pushing through the heavy employee entrance and stepping into the early morning.
The air was cool in a way that felt almost clean after the recycled hospital ventilation mixed with the smell of antiseptic, hand sanitizer, and faint smells of someone's leftovers. Your headache worsens at the thought if it wasn’t mandated for hospital staff to wear scent blockers. The spurts of fresh grass are still damp with the remnants of dewy dots of morning fog. The budding cherry blossom trees on the outskirts of the hospital remind you that the spring season is beginning.
Rush hour hadn’t quite started, and you could still hear the city was still waking up. Joggers passing in their reflective gear with their feet stomping into the sidewalk, a few people walking their dogs around the block, and the passing of just a few cars.
The further you walk from the hospital to the Metro, the more tension leaks from your body, but the familiar buzz of adrenaline still lingers. Like it usually does till you make it home and into your bed. Your pace is steady as you walk across to the other side of the street, getting the perfect glint of morning sun over the city as you do so.
Just as you pass by the humming of a stopped bus, you spot her. An older woman, maybe somewhere between her 60s and 70s, grey hair curled beneath the crochet hat, and dark mauve lips (you wonder for a split second how long that color has been her signature lip). She steps off the bus, she wavers, balance lost, and blinks just as it happens. Something like a fall happens so quickly, too quickly for your body to even process and react in time. As the person who’s falling or the person who watches the act happen.
A few commuters gasped. Most stopped to assess the situation, and others continued walking.
It suddenly became too hot for you. Yanking your bag onto the ground and pulling off your cardigan, balling it up. Dropping your knees into the pavement just beside her, you lift her head to place your balled-up cardigan below her head, giving a quick swipe to the back of her head to see for possible bleeding. A no to that.
“Ma’am? Ma’am, can you hear me?” Whatever tiredness you had is now replaced with the last bit of adrenaline pumping through your veins. Everything is muscle memory as you check responsiveness, breathing, and pulse. Taking hold of her hands. Noticing a little bleeding and scratches from the pavement from her attempt to try and save herself from the fall, those will get cleaned later, you think. But other than that, they’re veiny and cold, but that’s normal for elders. You guess that she’s an omega by her sweet floral scent, but you can never be 100% sure.
“Squeeze my hand if you can hear me.” A sense of relief when you feel the faint squeeze of your hand.
A woman nearby was fumbling for her phone, announcing. “I- I’m calling 911!”
“Good,” You say without looking up, two fingers checking for a carotid pulse. “Tell them she’s breathing, but her heart rate is a little high. Most likely caused by the shock of the situation. Was a fall and may have a possible sprain.”
Your hands move down her body, applying light pressure to see if the woman’s face scrunches in any way of discomfort. Pulling up the length of her pants enough to assess her ankles. A soft smile etches its way onto your face when you see her kittens and balls of yarn socks. And your suspicions are confirmed when her right ankle already shows signs of swelling.
You always hate what you have to do next. Eyes fixate on her face as your hands apply pressure to her ankle. The woman’s face twists in pain as she tries to move her leg up and away from you.
When you notice her eyes fluttering, you scoot back up towards her head. Smacking her lips, she mumbles out, “Hurts.” With a hoarse voice. You gently tilt her chin to open her airway a little more.
“I know, and I’m sorry. It shouldn’t be more than a sprain.” Checking her pulse once more to feel it steadying. “Help is on the way, Ma’am.”
As if it could hear you, an engine, big, red, and unmistakable, rounds the corner. You can tell it has just gotten done with a call just based on the fact that its sirens aren’t wailing. The noise alone would’ve alerted you sooner than the color of the truck, from the noise echoing blocks away. You can only figure that the large group of people huddled together in the early morning makes the truck squeak to a stop. Boots hitting the ground and doors shutting.
A shadow falls over the two of you.
“Alright,” a voice said, warm and too self-assured for this hour, “I’m a firefighter, I can take over, Ma’am.”
Ouch.
You keep your attention on the woman. But you can tell not only his stance but his smoky (on brand) scent that he’s a clear alpha, figures. The small portion of alphas usually do stick to traditional jobs like a fireman. “Great. I’m a nurse. Where are the paramedics, so I can give them my assessment?”
There’s a beat of silence. Your heart thumps loudly in your ear, anticipating the rough words of the alpha that you’re sure will make you tense in response, and possibly cause you to scurry away from the woman if he wanted to. But instead, you hear a huff of surprised laughter.
“Okay,” He says, tone shifting. Respect settling in. “Let me wave them over.”
That gets you to finally glance up at the alpha, and you immediately regret it. Every fiber in your body suddenly becomes irritated, all because he looks ridiculously good for it to be eight in the morning. Clearly, we all don’t have the same 24 hours. And clearly some of us do have eyebags that make us look as though we haven’t had an ounce of sleep since birth, when in reality it was the 12-hour shift that’s cockblocked you from your bed. You noticed his wide eyes first, too bright to assume he’s also had to be awake all night. His dark hair is slightly tousled, a signature helmet missing from on top of his head and instead in his hand. He must’ve used it to wave the paramedics over.
You stay by her side, brushing a stray strand of grey hair from her forehead. Eyes tender on the elder woman’s face, and it hits you then. “Ma’am, can you tell me your name?”
Her lips part, then smack together before they open again. “Pearl.” She whispers, voice coarse.
“Pearl.” You repeat, taking a moment to put her name to her face. It should’ve been one of the first things you asked her. “I’m staying right here until the paramedics get here.”
And within seconds, they arrive, gurney and kit in tow. The crowd once around the woman had diminished, too aware that they have places they need to be. Now replaced with the normal rush of people on the sidewalk. One of the paramedics kneels beside the other side of Pearl, checking her vitals, and the other sets up supplies.
The paramedic knelt before her looks up at you, “What do you know?”
It takes you a second to process their words, but when you do, you start to list off what you gathered from your assessment. “Pearl, around 60s to 70s, possibly an omega. She’s responsive, airway doesn’t seem restricted, pulse is a little high from shock, with minor abrasions on her hands. No head trauma, but her right ankle is swelling. It’s likely a sprain.”
The paramedic notes and jots down notes from your assessment. “How did it happen?”
You sigh, hand lifting from Pearl’s to gesture towards to broken and cracked sidewalk right where passengers of the bus system get off. The gaping hole where concrete should be is no longer there, through years of wear and tear. “That piece of work, right there. The city’s known about it for months. Accidents like this happen too often.”
How could they not? Because who thinks to take an extra leap when they get off the bus because a chunk of sidewalk is missing where it shouldn’t be?
The paramedic chuckles, shaking her head. “You were at the right place at the right time, huh?” Acknowledging your knowledge of the city and in the medical field.
“Seems that way.” You murmur, glancing back down at Pearl.
“Alright, well, lets get her up.”
For a moment, you think she’s still talking to you. Until you notice that her eyes are looking right past you and up. Causing you to look behind you, where the other paramedic stands with the gurney.
“Right, right. Sorry.” You apologize, scrambling to your feet and tucking your arms into each other as you watch them move with efficiency and carefully with her right leg as they slide her onto the gurney. Once the straps are secured, they raise the gurney once again, and you find yourself shuffling close to Pearl. Her hand reaches out with whatever strength she has, eyes open and searching for you. You catch her hand instantly, settling it back down onto her lap.
“Thank you.” She whispers, her eyes filled with sincerity and gratitude.
A smile tugs at your lips. “Of course.”
She squeezes your hand once more before releasing it, letting your arm fall to your side as you watch the paramedics wheel her off to the back of the ambulance.
A shadow falls over you, “She’s in good hands.”
You jump slightly at the voice, spinning around. Of course, it’s him. The firefighter, right before you, with his helmet now tucked under his arm.
“I know,” You state flatly. “She’ll probably be taken to my hospital.” You’re not trying to sound like an asshole for saying that so matter-of-factly. But it’s true, it’s the closest hospital.
He laughs quietly, nodding to your words.
The floral print of your bag catches your eye (thank however for it not getting stolen), and you bend to pick it up. Slinging it over your shoulder, you turn back around to the firefighter still standing there, staring. Shocked that he’s still lingering and not making his way back to the firetruck.
He looks as if he’s about to speak, shifting on his feet. Till one of his teammates calls his name. It’s muffled to you beyond the noise of the city, so you don’t catch it, but he does. And you take this as an opportunity to brush past him and tread onto the way of the Metro.
When he turns back, he’s met with the empty-lined shape of you no longer in front of him. No sense of you in the crowd passing in front of him, so he twists to see if you’re shuffling against the grain of the crowd. But he doesn’t. You’ve long disappeared.
He sighs, placing his helmet back on his head, its rightful place. But, as he begins to walk, the weight of his boot against the pavement is cushioned. Looking down and lifting his foot, there’s a lump of grey beneath it.
Crouching to pick it up, the neutral scent of scentblockers and hand sanitizer hits his nose. It’s yours. And as he extends his arms to observe the piece of fabric, he comes to the conclusion that the grey lump is a cardigan, decorated with seven embroidered dogs, although it him they resemble something closer to blobs. He stands, looking back at the sea of people, all new faces, than those he had just seen when he had tried looking for you. It’s a lost cause trying to run after you when he has no idea where he’s running to other than to the end goal of finding you.
So, with defeat. He walks back to the firetruck with the cardigan in hand.
The metro rocks beneath you. Swaying you back and forth, unless it’s when the train stops, then it jolts you to halt. Your bag lies in your lap, earbuds in the second you swerved your way around that fireman. And your hand is clenched around your phone, only paying it mind to flip it around to skip a song on your playlist. Getting a peak at the time.
9:15 A.M
Over an hour later, and you're still not in your bed.
Your muscles ache, small tremors running down your arms and to your leg, that hasn’t settled from its bouncing since you sat down. The hum of the train seems louder than it should, but maybe that’s because you’re still tense and the adrenaline is still draining its way out of your body.
You try to tug at the cuff of your cardigan with your free hand, but you’re just met with the thin material of your under scrub long sleeve. That’s when you look down and notice that what should be there, your cardigan, isn’t wrapped around you.
Closing your eyes, you begin to list off every curse word you can think of. Because, fuck, that was one of your favorite cardigans. You say your goodbyes to the cardigan in your head, thinking of all the fond memories you had with it.
But that just brings your thoughts back to the woman. Pearl. Her name echoes softly in your mind. She’s okay. She’s safe. You can only imagine she’s at the hospital now, getting proper attention and treatment. A possible phone call to any of her loved ones about her condition and whereabouts. The thought should bring you relief, but it’s tangled with the gnawing frustration at the sidewalk. The same one that’s tripped too many people. You huff at your rising aggravation that the city knows about it. They know.
Along with your budding aggravation with the fireman. Not that he did anything personal to you. It’s all annoyingly you. And partially because he’s an alpha. Alphas like him are sure to have a partner or a pack. Alphas and omegas never stay single for long unless that’s their choice. Not with the scarcity of them.
Your eyelids grow heavier, but your mind keeps you busy, not letting you rest just yet. The morning replays in your head. Is Elaina a psychic? Because how did she know that something might happen to you today? That you had been right where you needed to be to hear the muffled gasp of the crowd, the faint sound of your water bottle within your bag as it hit the pavement, Pearl’s faint smile when she squeezed your hand for the last time. You’re not at ease, but you let yourself feel the quiet satisfaction. This is why you do it. The unpredictability, the scrapes, the sweat, the panic. It’s worth it for moments like this.
Tilting your head back against the window of the train, releasing a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding onto. Shifting in your seat, adjusting your bag with your body. You turn your face toward the window. Eyes fluttering shut as you feel the warmth of the sun and the shadows of the buildings against your face.
For a fleeting moment, as the train carries you home, you allow yourself to let go.
kay speaks 💬
i'd like to start this off with an apology. the prologue is about a week later than when i had intended when i wanted it to published. and that's entirely my fault for getting too ambitious and excited when i published the prologue teaser. college was dragging me within an inch of my life, but hopefully this early 5k prologue makes up for the delay!
and i hope the prologue wasn't too boring 😭 especially the beginning when m/c is still at work. i wanted to build up her character within her work place with her colleagues, because her work and those colleagues are a huge part of her and her story line.
also please endear me with my attempts of world building. like hospital staff being mandated to wear scent blockers. the way others can guess (and most times get it right) your sub-gender by your scent. the discussion of typical alpha jobs. and the mention of the scarcity of alphas and omegas in society and how typically they never remain single for long once they present.
lastly, m/c's cardigan is a foreshadow to the pack, seven dogs on her cardigan equals the seven in the pack. it's actually based off this cardigan i found on pinterest, i thought it would be a neat touch to add. so i hope a few readers caught that!
Any Seventeen imagine requests are welcome! Whether it’s a short scenario, a long imagine, or just a cute idea, send it my way and I’ll do my best to bring it to life. 🌸✨
summary: You went to the beach to breathe, but the way they looked at you made it harder to remember where friendship ends.
~author's note: This story is connected to "What They Don't Say", what once was theirs now belongs to you.
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You always wondered what it would feel like if your life slowed down. As Seventeen’s 14th member, your days were usually a dizzy blur of rehearsals, schedules, and rushing from van to stage with barely enough time to breathe. People said you were lucky, and you knew you were, but some days, you wished for something simple. Something soft.
That softness often found you quietly, slipping into your days before you even noticed.
Like the quiet mornings when you arrived at practice half-awake, only to find Seungcheol already there, two cups of coffee in hand. He always placed the sweeter one by your spot without comment. Somehow, he always remembered exactly how you liked it.
Other times, Woozi let you sit beside him while he composed late at night. He didn’t talk much, but every so often he’d glance your way, checking if the room was too cold, if your eyes looked tired, if you needed water. And when he let you hum melody ideas under your breath, his ears turned faint pink though he pretended not to notice.
Sometimes Hoshi would burst in and drag you out for midnight convenience-store runs, treating it like an urgent mission. He insisted on buying your favorite snacks “just in case you need comfort later,” only to trip over a display stand two seconds later, sending you both into helpless laughter.
Jun always stayed behind to help you stretch. His touch was gentle and steady, his voice even steadier. When he pressed his palm between your shoulder blades, guiding you to lean forward, he asked softly, “Too much?”
You shook your head even though it was. You didn’t want him to stop.
Minghao always noticed your moods first.
On stressful days, he handed you tea without a word.
On lighter days, he’d challenge you to paint with him in the practice room, smearing colors across canvas and accidentally onto each other. Sometimes you caught him watching you, eyes warm beneath an unreadable calm.
There were countless smaller moments too, ones that built slowly, quietly.
Wonwoo carrying your bag when you looked tired, pretending he just picked it up.
DK bringing you throat candies before long recording sessions.
Jeonghan catching you when your shoelaces came undone and insisting on tying them for you.
Joshua lending you his jacket when the AC was too cold, telling you to keep it.
Seungkwan always saving a seat beside him.
Dino always waiting so you didn’t walk alone.
Vernon would give you his earbuds sometimes.
“Listen,” he’d say.
He never explained why, but every song felt like a quiet confession.
Each gesture was small on its own, almost ordinary.
But together, they stitched themselves into your chest.
You didn’t mean to fall.
You just… did.
And because you were one of them, their member, their teammate, you folded your feelings into the smallest corner of your heart, where no one could see.
Eventually, the company granted everyone a week off. No schedules, no rehearsals, no cameras. Just rest. The boys lit up instantly; before you knew it, bags were packed, snacks stuffed into backpacks, sunscreen tossed into shopping carts, and everyone piled into the van, loud and excited..
The long drive left your hair messy, tied up loosely, strands falling out here and there. You wore comfortable denim shorts and a soft lavender tank, simple and easy under the warm weather.
When the villa finally came into view, tucked behind palms and stone paths, you stepped out, letting the salty breeze wrap around you. Sunlight flickered along the ocean, and for a moment, everything felt still.
You didn’t think much of how you looked.
But they did.
Mingyu paused mid-unloading, blinking at you like he’d forgotten what he was doing. His mouth opened like he meant to say something, then he shut it, ears tinted red as he turned away.
Jeonghan passed by with a knowing smile. He reached out and tucked a loose strand behind your ear.
“There you are,” he murmured, tone warm enough to linger on your skin.
Before you could respond, he walked away, leaving your heartbeat stumbling.
Wonwoo glanced your way once before quickly focusing on the bags as though they had suddenly become the most important thing in the world. When you reached for one, he stopped you.
“I’ve got it.”
He didn’t meet your eyes, like he was afraid of what you’d see.
They made it seem casual, normal, even though nothing felt normal.
The afternoon blurred into playful chaos.
Hoshi started a ridiculous sandcastle competition.
Dino and Seungkwan reenacted dramatic scenes from beach movies.
DK chased them with seaweed until Jeonghan threatened to bury him in the sand.
Whenever the waves reached too close, Seungcheol pulled you gently out of their path.
Mingyu offered you his towel every time you stepped out from the water.
Joshua opened drinks for you before taking one for himself.
Jun brushed sand from your shoulder, his fingers lingering just a second .
Wonwoo snapped candid photos without thinking, then flushed when you caught him.
Woozi lounged on the sunbed, drink in hand, smiling softy as he watched you splash through the waves.
Minghao laughed mischievously watching you as you hold your breath under the water like it was a challenge, while Vernon's teasing laughter carried over the waves each time you lost.
And with every little thing they did, every glance, every soft moment, you fell deeper.
Deeper than you meant to.
Deeper than you should’ve.
When the sky turned gold, everyone washed up for dinner. You slipped into a simple white sundress, paired with a soft beige cardigan. The breeze caught the hem as you stepped outside, and the boys looked too long, too quickly, pretending nothing happened.
Dinner was quiet and warm, strung under lights beside the sea.
Joshua and Dino sat closest; every time your cardigan slipped from your shoulder, someone, different each time, reached to fix it gently.
You joked, you listened, you laughed, and every simple gesture felt like something more.
Hoshi went red when you laughed too close.
Seungkwan froze when you praised his singing.
Mingyu nearly dropped his fork when you wiped sauce from his face.
Jeonghan forgot his words when you leaned in to ask what he was drinking.
Woozi kept refilling your glass, careful not to meet your eyes for too long.
With every smile and every lean-in, the room shifted.
They weren’t subtle anymore.
And you weren’t blind.
When dinner ended, the ocean pulled you all back outside.
You walked ahead, barefoot in the sand, the moon painting your silhouette silver. The tide whispered against the shore, and you swore you almost heard your own heartbeat in it.
You didn’t turn around right away.
You could feel them behind you, not too close but close enough.
A quiet presence.
Thirteen of them.
You wondered if they were thinking the same thing.
If they felt the same way.
If they were just as afraid.
At last, you looked back, and the way they looked at you said everything they never would.
Because somewhere between the laughter and the quiet,
you had crossed a line, one that could never be uncrossed.
And nothing, after that, would ever feel the same again.
summary: A simple night by the ocean — until one smile makes thirteen hearts forget how to stay just friends.
After months of packed schedules, tours, and sleepless rehearsals, Seventeen finally got what they’d been craving — a break. A full week of nothing but sunshine, laughter, and the sound of the ocean. The group rented a beach villa tucked away from the city, where they could breathe again, away from cameras and noise.
The days blurred with swims, volleyball games, and lazy naps under umbrellas. But that evening, they decided to eat out together — all fourteen of you. A rare, quiet dinner by the shore.
The restaurant was small, open to the breeze, with string lights swaying above and waves whispering against the sand nearby. Everyone was a little tanned, a little tired, but happy. And as the golden sunset melted into the sea, you all took your seats at a long wooden table, waiting for dinner to arrive.
Dinner had settled into that soft lull between laughter and the sound of waves. The sky was velvet-blue now, the lights above the table glowing golden. You brushed a strand of hair from your face as the breeze carried the scent of salt and grilled food through the open restaurant.
You were wearing a light, flowy white sundress that moved with every breath of wind, paired with a soft beige cardigan you’d borrowed from the van earlier. Your hair, tousled by the sea breeze, framed your face perfectly — simple, effortless, and somehow mesmerizing. You didn’t notice how everyone watched you more than the sea.
S.Coups sat nearest the edge, half listening to the others, but mostly watching the way you leaned in to listen when someone spoke. You always gave people your full attention. It reminded him of why the team worked — because you cared in ways that steadied them all. When you laughed at one of DK’s stories, Seungcheol found himself smiling too, realizing he’d been waiting to hear that sound all day. Leadership suddenly felt easier when you were near.
Jeonghan noticed that change in the leader and shook his head, amused. You had that effect — you softened people. Even him. He’d always teased you about being “too nice,” yet when you looked at him with those patient eyes, he felt his own tricks falter. He caught himself pulling a chair slightly closer to yours, only to stop, heart thumping. “She’s trouble,” he murmured, smiling to himself, though it didn’t sound like a complaint.
Joshua had been quietly plucking at the condensation on his glass, content to listen. Every time you spoke, your voice lilted with calm confidence, and it tugged at something steady in him. He liked harmony; you brought that with you without even trying. When your elbow brushed his while reaching for the sauce, he went still for half a second, the warmth spreading faster than he expected. “Get a grip,” he thought, but his smile gave him away.
Jun watched you thank the waiter with that bright politeness that came so naturally. He admired how easily you turned ordinary moments kind. When your eyes met his across the table, he pretended to raise his glass in a joke — but his fingers trembled slightly. The realization hit him quietly: he didn’t just like your laugh, he liked how it made everyone else laugh too.
Hoshi was the opposite — a burst of energy muted into soft focus around you. He’d been mid-story, hands gesturing wildly, until you rested your chin on your palm and looked at him with genuine amusement. His words stumbled. “What?” you asked, smiling. “Nothing,” he said, grinning too hard, too fast. But when you turned away, he exhaled and pressed a palm to his chest, whispering under his breath, “That’s dangerous.”
Wonwoo pretended to scroll through his phone but wasn’t reading. He’d caught the way your reflection shimmered in the window — how the golden light lined your face. For someone who liked quiet, he found your voice oddly comfortable. When you teased him for zoning out, he looked up, met your gaze for a heartbeat too long, then shook his head with a small laugh. That was when it clicked: you were the only noise he didn’t mind.
Woozi tried to keep busy, asking if the food was okay, if you needed anything. It was subtle — his way of showing care — but he noticed his own voice soften when he spoke to you. You thanked him with a smile that reached your eyes, and he turned away quickly, hiding the faint blush under the restaurant’s dim lights. For the first time, words didn’t seem like enough to describe what he felt.
DK and Seungkwan were loud again, imitating the earlier scene when that stranger had approached you. You laughed so hard you nearly dropped your fork, and that laugh froze both of them mid-gesture. DK’s chest warmed; Seungkwan’s teasing grin faltered. “Why does that feel different?” Seungkwan wondered. They exchanged glances, realizing they were thinking the same thing — neither of them said it out loud.
The8 was quieter, eyes on the sea. He liked watching how you interacted with the others, how you gave space yet connected everyone effortlessly. It was rare to meet someone who could balance calm and brightness. When you asked him if he was tired, he answered softly, “No. I just like the view.” You thought he meant the horizon; he meant you.
Mingyu leaned forward, chin propped on his hand, grinning like he always did — but this time his grin felt nervous. You had sauce on your wrist, and without thinking, he handed you a napkin. When your fingers brushed, he almost dropped it. His heart raced, betraying his casual posture. He’d teased you for months, but tonight he realized it wasn’t teasing anymore.
Vernon wasn’t one for long speeches. He kept stealing glances, wondering why everything you did felt cinematic — the way your hair moved with the breeze, the way you hummed along to the song playing from a nearby speaker. He caught himself smiling and quickly looked away. “You’re in trouble,” Minghao whispered beside him, and Vernon just laughed quietly, because he knew it was true.
Dino, the youngest, sat on your other side, listening to you praise the food. You told him he’d grown more confident lately, and the compliment hit harder than it should have. His face lit up, but later, as everyone stood to leave, he realized it wasn’t just admiration. It was the kind of feeling that made him want to keep earning your praise forever.
When dinner ended, the group wandered toward the beach. The waves shimmered silver in the moonlight. You walked ahead a few steps, sandals in hand, the hem of your white dress brushing your legs as the sea breeze wrapped around you. Behind you, thirteen pairs of eyes followed — some curious, some shy, all caught off guard by the same truth.
None of them said it aloud, but the thought echoed between them like the tide:
they were all in trouble.
Because somewhere between the laughter and the quiet,
summary: A simple night by the ocean — until one smile makes thirteen hearts forget how to stay just friends.
After months of packed schedules, tours, and sleepless rehearsals, Seventeen finally got what they’d been craving — a break. A full week of nothing but sunshine, laughter, and the sound of the ocean. The group rented a beach villa tucked away from the city, where they could breathe again, away from cameras and noise.
The days blurred with swims, volleyball games, and lazy naps under umbrellas. But that evening, they decided to eat out together — all fourteen of you. A rare, quiet dinner by the shore.
The restaurant was small, open to the breeze, with string lights swaying above and waves whispering against the sand nearby. Everyone was a little tanned, a little tired, but happy. And as the golden sunset melted into the sea, you all took your seats at a long wooden table, waiting for dinner to arrive.
Dinner had settled into that soft lull between laughter and the sound of waves. The sky was velvet-blue now, the lights above the table glowing golden. You brushed a strand of hair from your face as the breeze carried the scent of salt and grilled food through the open restaurant.
You were wearing a light, flowy white sundress that moved with every breath of wind, paired with a soft beige cardigan you’d borrowed from the van earlier. Your hair, tousled by the sea breeze, framed your face perfectly — simple, effortless, and somehow mesmerizing. You didn’t notice how everyone watched you more than the sea.
S.Coups sat nearest the edge, half listening to the others, but mostly watching the way you leaned in to listen when someone spoke. You always gave people your full attention. It reminded him of why the team worked — because you cared in ways that steadied them all. When you laughed at one of DK’s stories, Seungcheol found himself smiling too, realizing he’d been waiting to hear that sound all day. Leadership suddenly felt easier when you were near.
Jeonghan noticed that change in the leader and shook his head, amused. You had that effect — you softened people. Even him. He’d always teased you about being “too nice,” yet when you looked at him with those patient eyes, he felt his own tricks falter. He caught himself pulling a chair slightly closer to yours, only to stop, heart thumping. “She’s trouble,” he murmured, smiling to himself, though it didn’t sound like a complaint.
Joshua had been quietly plucking at the condensation on his glass, content to listen. Every time you spoke, your voice lilted with calm confidence, and it tugged at something steady in him. He liked harmony; you brought that with you without even trying. When your elbow brushed his while reaching for the sauce, he went still for half a second, the warmth spreading faster than he expected. “Get a grip,” he thought, but his smile gave him away.
Jun watched you thank the waiter with that bright politeness that came so naturally. He admired how easily you turned ordinary moments kind. When your eyes met his across the table, he pretended to raise his glass in a joke — but his fingers trembled slightly. The realization hit him quietly: he didn’t just like your laugh, he liked how it made everyone else laugh too.
Hoshi was the opposite — a burst of energy muted into soft focus around you. He’d been mid-story, hands gesturing wildly, until you rested your chin on your palm and looked at him with genuine amusement. His words stumbled. “What?” you asked, smiling. “Nothing,” he said, grinning too hard, too fast. But when you turned away, he exhaled and pressed a palm to his chest, whispering under his breath, “That’s dangerous.”
Wonwoo pretended to scroll through his phone but wasn’t reading. He’d caught the way your reflection shimmered in the window — how the golden light lined your face. For someone who liked quiet, he found your voice oddly comfortable. When you teased him for zoning out, he looked up, met your gaze for a heartbeat too long, then shook his head with a small laugh. That was when it clicked: you were the only noise he didn’t mind.
Woozi tried to keep busy, asking if the food was okay, if you needed anything. It was subtle — his way of showing care — but he noticed his own voice soften when he spoke to you. You thanked him with a smile that reached your eyes, and he turned away quickly, hiding the faint blush under the restaurant’s dim lights. For the first time, words didn’t seem like enough to describe what he felt.
DK and Seungkwan were loud again, imitating the earlier scene when that stranger had approached you. You laughed so hard you nearly dropped your fork, and that laugh froze both of them mid-gesture. DK’s chest warmed; Seungkwan’s teasing grin faltered. “Why does that feel different?” Seungkwan wondered. They exchanged glances, realizing they were thinking the same thing — neither of them said it out loud.
The8 was quieter, eyes on the sea. He liked watching how you interacted with the others, how you gave space yet connected everyone effortlessly. It was rare to meet someone who could balance calm and brightness. When you asked him if he was tired, he answered softly, “No. I just like the view.” You thought he meant the horizon; he meant you.
Mingyu leaned forward, chin propped on his hand, grinning like he always did — but this time his grin felt nervous. You had sauce on your wrist, and without thinking, he handed you a napkin. When your fingers brushed, he almost dropped it. His heart raced, betraying his casual posture. He’d teased you for months, but tonight he realized it wasn’t teasing anymore.
Vernon wasn’t one for long speeches. He kept stealing glances, wondering why everything you did felt cinematic — the way your hair moved with the breeze, the way you hummed along to the song playing from a nearby speaker. He caught himself smiling and quickly looked away. “You’re in trouble,” Minghao whispered beside him, and Vernon just laughed quietly, because he knew it was true.
Dino, the youngest, sat on your other side, listening to you praise the food. You told him he’d grown more confident lately, and the compliment hit harder than it should have. His face lit up, but later, as everyone stood to leave, he realized it wasn’t just admiration. It was the kind of feeling that made him want to keep earning your praise forever.
When dinner ended, the group wandered toward the beach. The waves shimmered silver in the moonlight. You walked ahead a few steps, sandals in hand, the hem of your white dress brushing your legs as the sea breeze wrapped around you. Behind you, thirteen pairs of eyes followed — some curious, some shy, all caught off guard by the same truth.
None of them said it aloud, but the thought echoed between them like the tide:
they were all in trouble.
Because somewhere between the laughter and the quiet,
everyone has needs. and everyone deserves to have those needs fulfilled. alphas have ruts. omegas have heats. do they not deserve partners? should they suffer in pain through their cycles because of biology? Alpha and Omega Services were created for this very reason, to help those who need it. you signed up to be a Service Omega months ago, and you’re happy with this life, helping your clients get through their ruts to the best of your capability.
but something is missing.
when a team of professional volleyball players request a Service Omega to help them through game season, you agree to the job, hoping the change in pace might help you break this strange emptiness. but the feeling only deepens, grows, along with a whole bunch of other emotions you are not ready to handle.
warnings (for this chapter): fem!reader, swearing, smut, nsfw, fingering, squirting, typical omegaverse vernacular, angst, angst central, hurt with some comfort, physical assault but it’s mild, crying, anger, misunderstandings but the immediate need to solve them is still there, labour exploitation, feelings of loneliness and betrayal, im kinda sorry about this but also lol no im not
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Your eyes flutter as calm pleasure runs up your limbs. You moan slightly, basking in the feeling. Beside you, Minghao snorts.
“You know, this is very funny to me.”
You roll your eyes. “Glad you’re entertained. Now get back to work.”
He lays a small smack on the back of your thigh and you yelp. Before you can turn your head and glare at him, he goes back to massaging your leg. You sigh and settle, enjoying the feeling.
When the omega showed up in your room with a small bottle of lavender oil, saying it’s good for sore muscles, you couldn’t possibly say no. While you aren’t as close to Minghao as you are to some of the others like Seungkwan, Joshua or Hansol, you two have definitely broken the ice after Jun’s rut. You feel a special connection to Minghao after his confession that he felt like an outsider for a while before he joined the pack too. And he has been more receptive to your affections recently as well.
Still, you’re surprised that he’s checking up on you after Soonyoung’s rut, even offering you a massage to help a bit. Joshua lets him inside the room, and before you know it, you are lying on your stomach in a small tank top and shorts, a towel under you, and Minghao sitting beside your legs. He’s incredible with his hands, almost like he is physically pulling all the stiffness from your limbs.
“Where have you been all my life?” You moan when he works over a tight patch of muscle in your calf. He huffs out an amused laugh.
“I can guarantee you that you’ve never had a rut this bad.” He replies. You nod the best you can with your cheek squished against the pillow.
“I’m pretty sure he broke something inside me.” You’re joking, of course. But that’s what it feels like.
He massages you in silence for a bit, and you drift in and out of sleep. He takes his time, which you are grateful for. The scent of lavender mixed with Minghao’s usual waterlily is intoxicating almost. You feel like a puddle on the mattress.
Your stupor is broken a bit when the door opens. You blink heavily, trying to focus. Soonyoung looks caught off guard by the sight in front of him.
“This is not what I was expecting.” He grins, finally moving further into the room. He has plastic bags in his hands. Your nose twitches. It smells delicious.
“What did you get me?” You lift your head a little.
“Beef noodle soup.” Soonyoung plops down on the mattress, pulling the containers out one by one. “You need nutrition.”
Minghao taps your leg to signal that he’s done, so you finally straighten. You’re still sore, but it’s much, much lesser than before. You give him a grateful smile.
“I feel a thousand times better.” You say, and Minghao smiles.
“You know what you need?” Soonyoung is stirring the soup, preparing a bowl for you. You can almost anticipate what bullshit will come out of his mouth, but you indulge him anyway.
“What?”
“A pussy massage.”
Minghao sighs so painfully that it makes you laugh. Soonyoung hands you the bowl and you give him a small ‘thank you’. Minghao starts rubbing the soles of your feet instead.
It’s a foreign feeling for you to be pampered so much, but you love it. Everyone has been extra attentive since Soonyoung’s rut ended, none more so than Soonyoung himself, who has been adamant on bringing you meals three times a day, even if he has to leave practice for it. He claims he has a lot of energy in him now, that your pussy ‘healed him’, which always makes you smack him hard, feeling embarrassed. His mouth is much more foul now after you’ve broken the barrier of physical intimacy. No one else seems to mind, which you assume is because they are used to him and his vulgar words. It still makes you a little flustered.
Once Soonyoung leaves after you eat, you’re left with Minghao again, both quiet as he rubs slowly at your ankles, your skin shiny from the oil. You watch him closely.
“Everything okay?”
Minghao startles a little, and you realise he is deep in thought.
“I’m fine.” He replies. “Thinking about what Soonyoung said.”
Your eyebrows furrow in thought, recalling the entire conversation from when he was here. “What did he say?”
Minghao hesitates, which makes you suspicious. There’s not a lot that makes him hesitate. He’s usually very self assured.
“Nevermind.”
Okay, now you just have to know. “You can tell me.”
You hope you’re coming off as understanding and nonjudgmental. Minghao seems to contemplate some more before speaking again.
“Maybe Soonyoung is right about what you need. And it will help you if I……”
Your mouth drops as you watch his ears turn pink, the flush extending to the highs of his cheekbones. There’s no way he’s insinuating what you think he is. Soonyoung was joking, right?
When his eyes meet yours again, they’re heated. His touch on your ankle feels more charged now, making you hyperaware of it. Something stirs in your lower stomach, and you try to calm down your slowly quickening heartbeat. There is a stillness in the air, like everything around you is holding its breath.
“Maybe it will.” You breathe.
You watch each other carefully. You know these are dangerous waters. You need to tread carefully. When he bites his plush lower lip, your eyes shoot down to follow the movement. He notices, and it seems to egg him on. His hand on your ankle slides up, aided by how slick your oily skin is. It sends shivers up your leg as he crosses your calf, your knee, and rests his hand on your thigh just above the joint.
“Why don’t you lay down?” He whispers.
You follow his words, slowly lowering yourself until you’re lying flat on your back again. Both of you are completely silent, afraid that this crazy and impulsive moment will break if you jostle around too much. You don’t bother pulling your top down when it rides up. You’re too focused on Minghao, how hungry his eyes look as they run down your body. There’s not much left to the imagination between your tiny shorts and your tight top, but you wonder if he’s imagining it anyway. The air is thick with your scents. Can he smell you the way you can smell him?
He slowly kneads into the meat of your thigh, and subconsciously, you open them a little. He must see the wet spot on your crotch, because you can hear how his moan is strangled in his throat. He grips both of your legs at the knees, shuffling forward so he can spread them more, sitting crosslegged between them.
“I’m just doing this to help you relax.” His voice is breathy, lustful.
“Okay.”
“It doesn’t….. mean anything.”
“Okay.”
It absolutely means something. There’s a barrier here that is being broken, but if he wants to downplay it, then you won’t resist. You don’t know if it’s because of how good it feels to have his hands pressing slowly into your muscles, or if it’s because of the way he’s sitting between your spread legs, eyeing you like you are treasure he is discovering for the first time, or because you’ve never done this before with an omega, but you’re too turned on to object to his justifications. He takes his time, sliding the heels of his palms up your legs and then down again, digging deliciously into the softness of your thighs. He keeps doing it over and over. With every pass, his hands get higher, closer to the hem of your shorts. With anyone else, you would feel impatient, but your body is still tired, just basking in the feeling of being pampered like this. You also feel like if you so much as squeak too loud, both of you will come to your senses and he will stop. You don’t want that.
He spends many minutes like that, eliciting quiet gasps and sighs from you. Your eyes fall shut, truly savoring the feeling. When he finally gets high enough to brush at the creases between your thighs and your core, you moan softly.
“Feel good?” His voice is breathy, very quiet in the stillness of the room.
You nod, unable to keep from undulating your hips just a bit, chasing his touch.
“Let’s take these off.” He whispers, coaxing you to lift your hips so he can slide the shorts off the curve of your ass, gathering your legs so he can remove them. When he spreads your legs again, cold air hits your core. He shifts closer and rests your legs over his crossed ones, on either side of his waist. He looks at you so attentively that it makes you flush.
“Don’t look.” You mumble, feeling embarrassed.
“Why?” His question sounds genuine. “You’re so pretty. You smell so good.”
You bite your lip a little at his words. His hands move again, splaying over the creases between your thighs and hips. His fingers move along the lines, digging in just enough to feel good and stimulate you. He prods at your scent glands, a feeling you aren’t familiar with. You’ve never been touched like this, not there, but it feels so good that you feel like you’re melting under him.
He reaches over to grab the small bottle of oil, squeezing some into the palm of his hand. He rubs it between both hands before smoothing it over your mound, above your pubic bone. He doesn’t go lower, doesn’t brush over your slit, doesn’t dig deeper. He massages slowly over your pubic area. You know you’re getting wetter, you can feel it. And by the way Minghao’s nose twitches, you know he can smell it on you too.
Finally, after a blissful but agonising few minutes, he slides his fingers down, gliding over your pussy lips. Your mouth drops open at the feeling. He digs into the flesh, presses certain spots that feel sore, but sing under his touch. You hate to admit it, but Soonyoung was right. This feels glorious after the beating your poor pussy had taken during his rut. Your stinging skin is getting soothed under the cool oil, aided by his warm, careful hands. He’s watching you closely, eyes darting between your cunt and your face. He makes a ‘v’ with his middle and index finger, sliding them over your lips. He bites his lip hard when you moan.
“No more teasing, I can’t take it anymore.” You sound wrecked, and you know he can hear it. He’s barely done anything to get you here.
He hums, as if deeply amused by how good he’s making you feel. But he doesn’t deny you, finally sliding his fingers into your slit so he can brush them over your clit.
You sigh in relief, throwing your head back as he wastes no time in gently rubbing over you, fingertips insistent on the sensitive nub as he moves them side to side. Tingles shoot up from your pussy to the pit of your stomach, hips bucking under the feeling. Your hands curl into the sheets, trying to tether yourself when it feels like you’re going to float away. All the touches, prodding and teasing has made you extra sensitive. It feels so good that you almost can’t believe it.
“Hao….” You can’t help calling out to him. You can hear the whine coming from deep in his throat.
“Tell me how good it feels.” His voice is breathless, like he’s the one being stimulated.
“It feels so good.” You moan. “Love the way you’re playing with me. You’re so- so good with your hands.”
He moans, pace quickening a bit. It’s clear that he’s getting off on the praise, his omega satisfied that he’s doing a good job. This is an entirely new experience for you. The closest thing to omega intimacy you have ever felt was kissing Seungkwan, and that certainly didn’t compare to the feeling of Minghao’s fingers pressing and rubbing insistently on your clit, the fingertips of the other hand poking at your entrance before he slides his middle finger inside to the last knuckle.
“Fuck.” You whine. Your walls spasm around his finger, hungry for more already.
“You’re so hot when you swear.” Minghao breathes. “You smell so good like this. Smelled you on Jun after his rut. Smelled your slick. You’re so sexy-”
His mouth is running, half rambling, a jumble of horny thoughts that progressively make little sense. The omega in him is unfiltered now, and you can hear the whine in his voice as he keeps mumbling on. Another finger enters you, joining the first, curling upwards to find the perfect spot that will have you keening. You’re building up to your high embarrassingly quick, but he’s been pushing you for so long, you can’t help it.
You feel a pressure deep in your gut, something you rarely feel, but you know what’s coming, and you open your mouth to warn him.
“‘M gonna-” You nearly weep. “Hao, I'm gonna make a mess.”
He almost shudders, purrs, only doubling down on his efforts.
“Do it.” He sounds desperate for it. “Squirt all over me.”
Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, encompasses your entire body like your very nerves are set on fire. Your legs spasm, press down on his thighs, you almost kick him in the ribs, but he closes his elbows around your ankles, holding you down. The sounds of him fingering you get unbelievably wetter, and you can feel as you gush, wetting his hand down to the wrist, the sheets under you, your own skin. Tears slide down your face at the force of it. You can barely breathe.
Minghao coaxes you down gently, slowing until his fingers are stationary inside you. He doesn’t remove them until you’re relaxing back into the mattress. When he does, your pussy squelches, and you feel your face warm at the sound. You shouldn’t feel embarrassed, especially when he’s shameless about it, popping his fingers into his mouth so he can taste you. You watch him, still a little dizzy, as he licks his hand clean, down to his wrist too, anywhere you have spilled over him. His eyes flutter. He moans.
You watch him, vision hazy and amazed that he’s acting this way, like your pleasure was his pleasure. When he’s done, he splays his hands on your thighs again, simply feeling how they tremble under him. He stares at you, eyes gentle in a way they have never been with you before. His lips twist up into a tiny smile before he huffs in amusement.
“Can we please not give Soonyoung credit for this?”
You only giggle and nod. He lays a kiss on your bare knee.
…………………………………
When it’s finally time to wrap up your stay and board the bus to another city, you’re good as new. You’ve done nothing but rest for days now, someone from the pack always there to take care of you, and honestly, you’re tired of being in bed all day. You’re outside before anyone else is, taking a deep breath when you feel the sun on your skin. It’s barely there, since winter is well underway now. You’re even wearing a heavy hoodie, owing to the drop in temperature.
You haven’t checked your phone since before Soonyoung’s rut, caught up in everything happening since then. You’re engrossed in the many missed calls, messages and emails, waiting for the all clear from staff so you can begin boarding the bus, when someone nudges you. When you look up, you’re surprised to find that it’s Wonwoo.
“Hey, stranger.” His voice is soft, and a slight smile plays on his face. His hair falls into his eyes behind his glasses, hoodie pulled over his head to keep the cold air out. He looks so cozy.
“Hey yourself.” You nudge him back. “You haven’t been around me much. Use ‘em and lose ‘em, am I right?”
Wonwoo rolls his eyes at your teasing, draping an arm over your shoulders. “As if I can ever forget you, sweetheart.”
You scoff but feel your face heat up at his words too. Wonwoo appraises you carefully. You raise an eyebrow at him.
“What is it?”
He hums contemplatively. “There’s something different about you.”
You decide to indulge him. “And what might that be?”
“You’re more… open. And softer around the edges.”
You think of what to reply, but you really don’t know what to say to that. You almost don’t understand what he’s implying. Almost. Deep down, you know there’s truth to his words. You’re not as reserved now. And you’re way more comfortable in your skin. It’s hard not to be, with how much love you’re surrounded by. How much care you have started to get at the hands of the pack members. Dynamics are shifting, gradually becoming more intimate, and it’s changing you as a person.
There's a voice in your head that keeps telling you this won’t last. A tiny, anxious whisper. But you ignore it. You shove it way back in your mind, trap it inside a box and lock it. You’re happy, truly happy, for the first time in a long time. You will not let your crazy, paranoid brain ruin this for you.
Wonwoo goes back to the hotel to grab something he’s forgotten, so you get back to your phone. You notice that you have a lot of calls from Minji, but only one text.
[minji]: call me. urgent.
You frown, wondering what it can be, before pressing the call button. She picks up on the second ring, which is also not like her. It usually takes her two or three calls to get back to you. And she sounds solemn as she speaks, which is also not like her. Minji is less your manager and more of a colleague at this point, but it doesn’t sound like that right now.
“Where have you been?”
“Sorry, Minji. It’s been very hectic and it’s hard to deal with this many alphas.” You really are apologetic. You hope she can hear that.
“This is about your clients, actually.” Minji continues. “Are you having any relations with them outside of the ruts?”
Her direct words catch you off guard. This isn’t what you were expecting at all, and that makes you feel anxious. “What are you talking about?”
“I’ve heard things, Y/N. It doesn’t matter if you confirm it or not. I already know it’s true. This call is more for courtesy than anything, since you’ve been with us for a while.”
You don’t like where this is going.
“You breached the contract in a major way. You are there as a Service Omega and nothing more. You can’t….. fraternise with your clients. But you did. So effective immediately, this contract is null and void.”
“What?” You can feel panic rise in you now. The cold wind howls, and for a second, you want to believe that you misheard her. “What the hell does that mean, Minji?”
“It means you’re not getting paid. And when you come back, I expect your resignation letter on my table.”
“Wait-” You try to take a deep breath to calm down. “What do you mean I’m not getting paid? I haven’t been doing commissions because this damn job is keeping me so busy. I don’t have any other source of income-”
“That’s not my problem.”
You don’t even know what to say. You can’t process it. “I’m not quitting. If you want to get rid of me, fire me.”
You hear her scoff on the other end. “And pay you severance? No way.”
“I won’t do it.” You try to sound firm, but you know your voice is shaky.
“You breached a contract with a high profile client.” Minji’s voice is stern. She has never spoken to you like this. “I could get HR and Legal involved right now and make things very difficult for you. You’re already not getting paid. You wanna make it worse and have to pay a fine to us instead?”
“You’re threatening me.”
There’s a sigh. “Y/N, don’t fight with me on this. This is the best case scenario for you after the shit you’ve pulled.”
Before you can say anything more, the line clicks. You stare at your phone, mouth dropped open, wondering what the hell just happened.
This can’t be possible. You’ve been careful. No one outside of the pack knows about anything you’ve been feeling or doing. The staff tend to keep their distance usually, and they take a whole other floor wherever you stay. You planned to wait until the contract ended to make any decision about joining the pack officially. Who the hell told Minji? Only the people in the pack know about this…..
Realisation hits you, and in that same second, you feel boiling anger rise from deep in your chest, blood rushing to your head until you feel like you will blow a fuse. You turn on your tail, rushing back into the hotel with just one infuriating thought in mind. Your anger is mixed with panic about what you will do, the mess you’ve landed yourself in, and what your future looks like. You’re reeling, still in partial shock as the reality of Minji’s words settle, but your anger is fast overtaking any rational thought in your head. Tears are already clouding your vision by the time you reach your floor.
Joshua is in the hallway with his luggage, rummaging through his backpack. He gives you one look and immediately goes rigid when he sees your face.
“What happened?”
You ignore him, walking right past, almost tunnel visioned at this point, barrelling through the fourth door on your left with purpose.
Jihoon, Soonyoung and Mingyu are all startled by the sudden opening of the door, the force of it making the door thud hard against the wall. Jihoon is standing at the edge of the bed, his luggage open on the bed in front of him. As soon as you see his face, your anger nearly doubles, and before you know it, you’re surging forward until your hands slam hard against his chest, making him stumble back.
“You fucking asshole!” You shriek. “How dare you?”
Mingyu and Soonyoung are moving immediately, Soonyoung standing between you and Jihoon, who looks flabbergasted, holding his chest where you just hit him, while Mingyu winds a strong arm around your waist. You’re not having it though, angry tears spilling from your eyes and down your cheeks as you claw at his arm, trying to make him let go.
“You want me gone that bad?” You continue to scream, your own throat tearing at the force of your voice. You can hear panicked voices as more people rush into the room to see what is going on. “You could’ve just told me instead of coming for my fucking job!”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Jihoon finally screams back from behind Soonyoung, who looks like he can’t believe what’s happening.
“Don’t act obtuse!” You scoff between your tears. “You called Minji! You’re the only one who wants me gone- let me go!”
You dig your nails hard into Mingyu’s forearm. He hisses but only tightens his grip.
“You need to calm down.”
“Fuck you! He ruined my life!”
You sob. You’re so angry, you feel like your chest will burst. You haven’t felt this much seething rage in your life. Anger at Minji for discarding you just like that, like you’re a speck of unwanted dirt, anger at Jihoon that he could hate you so much it made him endanger your livelihood, anger at yourself for crying in a situation like this instead of tearing him limb from limb-
Someone else steps forward then, placing heavy hands on your shoulders. It cuts your view of Jihoon, and it only makes you angrier.
“Omega, look at me.”
Instinctively, your eyes look up into warm, brown ones. Seungcheol’s face is set in stone. It betrays no emotion, a stark contrast to the anger and hurt in yours.
“Let’s talk about this, okay? Tell us what happened.”
Mingyu’s arm has loosened enough for you to rip it off now. You glare at Seungcheol.
“Screw you. You’re taking his side.”
“I’m not taking any sides-”
Your scoff is borderline a laugh, and nearly hysterical. “Of course you are! He’s in your pack. He’s your omega. And I’m…. I’m-”
I’m not. I will be discarded by you just like Minji discarded me.
Your chest heaves with another sob. Your hands hold your head, trying to stabilize it because you feel like it’s about to explode. You’re surrounded by shocked faces. Everyone is there. You need to get out of here.
So you bolt.
Someone tries to grab your arm as you’re leaving, but you determinedly shake it off. You don’t know where you’re going. You just can’t stay here. You take the stairs instead of the elevator, nearly falling off them twice because you can’t see through your tears. Your anger is dissipating, and being replaced by panic and sadness.
You walk for so long it makes your feet ache. You have no sense of time, you just keep going. The morning air is so cold, it stings your cheeks. You can’t feel your fingertips. You cross shops, houses, a lot of traffic, before you feel like you can no longer go on. Your legs are shaking when you sit down on a bench inside a tiny park. It’s still morning. The sun isn’t properly up. The air is crisp, and that seems to calm you down a bit.
You don't know what you’re going to do.
Jihoon is logically the only person who could’ve told Minji about what’s been going on. He certainly has the motive for it. He doesn’t like you, and he has always made that abundantly clear. You just never believed that he would go so far. Maybe you spending Soonyoung’s rut with him was the final straw. Maybe he just couldn’t take it anymore.
Despite being warranted in the way you acted, you’re embarrassed at your outburst. This isn’t like you at all. You don’t lash out like this no matter how you’ve been wronged. But you were so angry. Blinded by boiling hot rage. You couldn’t hold back.
You try to think rationally about what you can do next. You still have enough money saved up to catch a train all the way back to Seoul. The line ends close to your home. You can walk the rest of the way. You have some savings that can pay rent and bills for a couple of months. You can be careful about your spending. You can amp up commissions a bit as well, advertise more so hopefully you can get more work. But you will most likely need to get another job if you’re going to survive. Yeji will definitely help find openings for you.
Your heart is breaking.
You think back to that anxious feeling you had this morning. That voice in your head. You should’ve known this wouldn’t last. Happiness, pure and unadulterated, is just not something meant for you. You’re resigned to this fate. The fate of being alone.
Your phone buzzes periodically every few minutes, probably someone from the pack trying to track you down. You’re in no mood to talk to any of them. You’re deeply, painfully aware that you yelled at and physically attacked their pack omega, so you’re definitely not welcome around any of them anymore. The problem is that all your stuff is still back at the hotel. Or in the bus, more accurately. So in any case, you will have to go back. You can’t leave for Seoul from here directly.
Or maybe you can. You contemplate for a minute. You can ask someone from staff to send back your stuff later. It’s not a whole lot. You have your phone, wallet and keys on you. You make up your mind, opening your phone so you can text Youngwoo, the team’s scheduler.
You tell her you need to go back to Seoul urgently, and if she could please ensure your stuff gets there in the next few days, and that you will pay for it. Instead of replying, she calls you. You sigh, bracing yourself before answering the call.
“Where are you?”
You look around. “I don’t know. Some park. I’m close to downtown. I’ll take a train.”
“Okay, can you stay there for a bit while I confirm with Junseo if this is allowed?”
Junseo is the team’s manager, and also the person who met you on your first day, helping you sign your contract. You hesitate, but it’s not like you have a choice. “Okay.”
You wait for Youngwoo to call you back, staring into space. Your eyes are burning and your nose won’t stop running. Briefly, you contemplate leaving anyway. If Minji said your contract is null and void, then there’s no point in sticking around.
Speak of the devil, your phone buzzes with a text from Minji.
[minji]: you can’t leave. complete your service or you will have to pay a heavy fine.
You grit your teeth. Of course Junseo called Minji the second he heard that you want to leave. You feel anger boil up in you all over again. You can’t do this. You can’t stay after what has happened. After what Jihoon did. You know you can’t blame the other members for his actions, but to you, they are a monolith. Attacking Jihoon means attacking all of them. Hating Jihoon means hating all of them.
It doesn’t matter whether your heart protests. You’re done.
It takes a lot for you to gather the courage and stamina to go back to the hotel. It’s almost painful. You’re anxious, hurt, embarrassed, still very angry. They’re all outside now, standing in the parking lot around the bus. Heads turn as they spot you, and you would have to be blind to not see how on edge they all are. You ignore them.
“Sorry about that.” Youngwoo looks sheepish when you approach her. “When I told him, he immediately called the Service.”
You shake your head. “It’s fine. It was a pipe dream anyway. Do you mind if I sit in your bus?”
Youngwoo nods, gesturing to the smaller coach behind the main bus. You follow her there, head down, resolutely not looking at anyone from the team. When someone tries to grip your arm, you viciously pull away.
“Don’t touch me.” You hiss.
You realise it’s Seungkwan, retreating his hand immediately. He looks so hurt that you have to look away. Fresh tears spring into your eyes, but you are determined to not let them fall. You don’t deserve any of this. You wish you could go back and never sign this contract. You wish you never knew what their loves felt like, so it wouldn’t hurt so much when it was taken away.
You don’t talk to anyone during the drive, except to ask them if there’s any way to room on their floor instead of with the team. Youngwoo probably feels bad for you, because she says she will adjust it, no worries. Normally, you wouldn’t like her sympathy, but today that sympathy is helping you stay away from the team, so you will take it.
You don’t see any of them until you’re settling into bed that night. The room is much smaller, since it’s for one person, but the bed is comfortable enough. Even if it wasn’t, it’s not like you can complain. Beggars can’t be choosers. When someone knocks at your door, you assume it is Youngwoo. You don’t know why you didn’t consider that it could be someone from the pack. So you’re surprised to see Seungcheol when you open the door.
He’s wearing a simple white shirt and sweatpants, hands shoved into the pockets, hair disheveled. His cheeks look rosy. When he half smiles, his cheek indents.
“Can I come in or will you yell at me?” His voice is lighthearted.
You sigh deeply but step aside anyway. You already feel bad for how you snubbed Seungkwan, even though none of this is his fault. You don’t want another innocent casualty in this whole mess.
Seungcheol doesn’t speak immediately as he enters the room. He looks around a bit before sitting on the bed. You don’t know what to do with yourself, so you just stand, blankly staring at the wall. He watches you in silence for a few minutes, and it unnerves you slightly.
“I want to understand, Y/N.” His voice is soft, kind. “Please. Help me understand.”
Your face crumples.
You really believed you had cried yourself out on that park bench, but there’s really no shortage of tears now as broad tracks roll down your cheeks. Seungcheol is on his feet quickly but carefully, and he’s cautious as he wraps you up in his arms. Your head hits his collarbone, cheek cushioned by his firm chest. You let yourself cry a little, not as heavily as before, but it feels just as painful. Maybe he can feel the way your body shakes, because he squeezes you tighter.
“Do you want me to scent you?” He whispers in your hair.
You want to say yes so badly. You yearn for comfort. You know your omega is distressed. You want nothing more than to get that same comfort and love that you have recently gotten used to.
But you’re hurt. You feel like a caged animal. Your feelings of anger and betrayal extend beyond the confines of what Jihoon did. It colors your opinion on the whole pack. Even though it shouldn’t. And you feel helpless about how to deal with the poison now coursing through you.
“I hate you.” Your voice is thick with tears, tinged with pain.
“I know.” His voice is calm like the ground under your feet. His chin rests on top of your head.
He holds you for what feels like forever, until your muscles are loosening and you’re leaning heavily on him. He has no problem holding you up, and you let your burning eyelids close for a little bit, chasing relief.
“I don’t know what to do.” You finally say after a long time, throat hoarse.
“I want to help you, but I can’t do that if you won’t let me.”
You shake your head and finally pull away. Seungcheol keeps his hands on your arms to keep you steady until you move away from him completely.
“There’s nothing you can do for me.” You begin. “Jihoon called my boss and told her I was cozying up to you guys. She canceled my contract and essentially fired me. But I still have to stay until the service is over or they will sue me to hell and back.”
Seungcheol is silent as he processes your words. You sit down on the edge of the mattress, suddenly feeling bone tired. After a few minutes, he speaks.
“Jihoon didn’t tell her.”
You scoff. “Of course he did. No one else knew.”
Seungcheol looks unconvinced. “We weren’t exactly subtle. Anyone could figure it out.”
“Minji said she has solid proof.”
“She just said that, right? She didn’t actually tell you what this proof was.”
You frown, watching him closely. He looks relaxed enough, arms crossed over his chest. “What are you implying? That she lied?”
He shakes his head. “No. But I do think she exaggerated. I’m sure she doesn’t have proof, which would make this wrongful termination. You can sue her.”
You sigh tiredly. “She didn’t fire me. She’s forcing me to resign.”
Seungcheol raises an eyebrow. “That basically confirms what I’m saying. They can’t justify firing you because they don’t have solid proof, so they’re making you resign.”
You don’t know how to feel about all this. You bite your lip, feeling apprehensive and confused. You genuinely don’t know what to believe anymore. What Seungcheol is saying makes sense. Your call with Minji was so frantic and overwhelming, and she was so quick to dismiss you and get you off the phone that you didn’t really consider how suspicious her words were. Seungcheol is listening to all of it with a clear head, so it’s easier for him to think about it like this in contrast to how panicked you were when it was actually happening.
But what does this mean for you? What can you do to make this go away? You know you can’t work for the Service anymore. Even if you can prove Minji is lying and keep your job, there’s too much bad blood there. Switching teams wouldn’t help. Rumours spread. Whoever manages you next will know of this whole thing, and they will likely label you uncooperative and unprofessional.
You’re uncertain if you even want to continue working with the Service, anyway. In the last few weeks, you have entertained the thought of joining the pack and leaving this job behind. Doing something else. But now, that option seems pretty much out the door. So where do you all go from here?
Seungcheol seems to almost read your mind, because he sighs and sits down next to you, his weight making the mattress sink.
“Just sit on this a little bit. Don’t make any rash decisions. I think everyone needs to cool down some. You’re here with us until the end of the season anyway. We’ll figure it out, okay?”
You want to question why he said ‘we’ instead of ‘you’, but you shelf it for another time. You can’t do this right now. You’re so exhausted.
Seungcheol leaves shortly after making sure you don’t need anything else. When you turn off the lights and slide under the covers, it’s pitch black. You don’t bother turning a lamp on. There’s something eerie about lying in complete darkness alone, something that makes you feel isolated. You go over the events of the day in your head, marveling at how happy you were when the day started and comparing that to now, lying alone in this bed with nothing but this growing sadness in your heart. The silence is so loud that it almost feels like it’s pressing on your ears, suffocating you from the inside out. You don’t like this feeling. It scares you.
You squint at your phone when you pick it up and the light attacks your eyes. You click on Seungkwan’s contact and stare at the flickering bar, wondering what to type, if you should type at all. Finally, you make up your mind.
[me]: Awake?
You wait for a few minutes. Your heart jumps when you get a reply.
[kwannie]: yea
You don’t know if he’s just hurt or if he’s mad at you, but you click the phone button. It rings once before he answers it.
“Are you in bed?” You ask. Your voice sounds so loud in the silence that surrounds you.
He hums in affirmation but doesn’t say anything more. You hesitate.
“I’m not used to sleeping without one of you guys.” You confess, pulling your knees tighter to your chest as you lay on your side. Curling into a ball comforts you just a little, but not enough.
Seungkwan is silent for a bit, but you can hear shuffling. “So come upstairs.”
You’re surprised at the suggestion. It doesn’t sound like Seungkwan even wants to talk to you, by the tone of his voice, let alone be anywhere near you. So you didn’t think he would say this at all.
“You’re okay with that?” You know you sound cautious, worried. “And who are you rooming with? I know everyone isn’t exactly….. comfortable with me right now. Maybe I shouldn’t.”
He sighs. “Fine.”
The phone clicks, and the line goes silent. You blink a few times, pulling the phone away and looking at the screen. You’re confused, and then hurt. You didn’t realise he was this pissed. But you can’t blame him. You were so harsh on him for something he isn’t remotely involved with. You would react the same way if you were in his position.
When there’s knocking on your door, you are startled. You fumble around in the dark before clicking on the lamp beside you, scrambling to open the door when there’s a second, more impatient knock.
Seungkwan looks like he’s just rolled out of bed, hair sticking up everywhere, and it makes your heart squeeze. You don’t say a word when you let him in, when you lock the door, turn off the light again, or when you slide back under the blanket of your tiny bed. You’re practically on top of him in the small space, one arm and one leg draped over his body, but it still doesn’t feel like enough. Your fingers dig into his skin where his shirt rides up, arms winding tightly around your body. His tongue laps over your scent gland. Citrus and sea salt mix with your scent. You want to cry again, and the tears clog your throat, make your eyes sting. You melt under his touch. In the inky black of the room, your other senses are heightened, and you bask in them.
“I can’t stay away from you.” You sigh, voice cracking. Seungkwan squeezes you tighter, and it feels like he’s milking all your grief from your body.
“I don’t ever want you to.” He whispers back.
You feel defeated by the weight of your feelings. Everything that happened today aside, you know you are in love with Seungkwan. And you know you feel just as strongly for many members in the pack. You also know that if you give it time, you will fall in love with the rest of them too. Hansol, Jeonghan, Minghao, Wonwoo, Soonyoung, Jun, Joshua, Chan…. hell, maybe even Seungcheol. Mingyu and Seokmin have helped you so much too. But this amazing feeling, the feeling of falling in love, is stained by the bitter betrayal, the confusion, the self doubt. You’re not even sure if you believe Minji now, or the narrative you’ve created in your head. Is Jihoon really at fault? Or is it just wandering eyes from staff?
You’re weary to your very bones, lost in the storms of your head for the entire day. You just want to bask in Seungkwan for now. Even if it’s just for this one night.
…………………..
Seungkwan tries hard to convince you to come to practice the next morning, but you’re apprehensive. For one, you’re not sure you can be around them when the air is so awkward and stifling. Secondly, you don’t even know if you want to be around them. You’re not as convinced about what happened after the talk with Seungcheol, but you still don’t know if you completely trust Jihoon not to rat you out. Seungcheol seemed confident that it wasn’t the omega who did it, but you don’t know if he’s just biased.
You need to find out the truth somehow.
You manage to get out of going with Seungkwan by telling him you need to get some stuff in order back at home, and then you go for a walk to clear your head. The morning air is crisp and fresh, and remnants of Seungkwan’s scent linger on you, putting you at ease. You find yourself at a quaint little café in the city, and that’s when you call Yeji.
You met Yeji right after graduation at one of those hobby clubs you joined to kill time and keep you occupied. You don’t even remember what the club was for, but you came out of it with an incredible friend so you’re grateful. Yeji works in the Service’s finance department, and she was the one who told you how it worked in the first place. She was with the company long before you were, so if anyone has connections, it’s her.
She picks up on the second ring, and she sounds very worried over the phone.
“I didn’t want to call in case you were going through it.” She states after pleasantries. “When I heard what Minji did, I was floored.”
“What does she have on me, Yeji?” You ask, staring at the steam that rises from your coffee cup. “She’s been so short with me. She’s acting like I haven’t known her for so many months at all.”
Yeji sighs over the phone. Behind her, you can hear the voices of her coworkers milling about, the clacking of keyboards.
“I honestly don’t know. All I heard was to hold off on your cheque. Nobody in the office really knows anything. You know how management is.”
You do. There’s often a glaring lack of communication. “Can you find out?”
“Maybe.” She replies. There’s a small silence before she speaks again. “Can I give you advice?”
“Please do.” You mumble. “I need an outside perspective so badly.”
“Look, I’ve been working at this place for years. I’ve seen many, many omegas getting attached to their clients and eventually mating with them. Or even mating during an appointment. The only difference here is that your client is a pack instead of one alpha. But your circumstance isn’t out of the ordinary.”
You are a little surprised to hear it. Frankly, your experiences before this pack were always so clinical that the thought of any sort of attraction happening didn’t occur to you at all. But you suppose it has happened to others.
“I’ve even heard of Service Omegas going into heat during an appointment because they form such an intense connection with their clients. It’s not allowed, technically. But it still happens. She can terminate your employment but she can’t do anything more. You don’t owe her any kind of money. So don’t beat yourself up over this, okay?”
You feel a wave of gratitude wash over you at the words. You always knew that Yeji was calm and rational. Usually, you are too. But this whole situation has left you so emotionally charged that her levelheadedness is a welcome change.
“Second, and I’m not blaming you for what you did, but I highly doubt that pack omega ratted you out to Minji.”
You frown, surprised. “Why do you say that?”
“Minji doesn’t talk to clients ever. For regular ones, they fill out a form that she gives to all the Service Omegas she manages. She doesn’t even go through all the details. She leaves that up to you guys. And for high profile clients like pro teams, she talks to their managers only.”
Your fingers still where they are fiddling with a napkin. Your mind goes back, and you remember yesterday, when you told Youngwoo you were going back to Seoul and you got a message from Minji in the next few minutes telling you that you couldn’t and you had to stay to finish the service. Youngwoo told you that Junseo called her. You relay this fact to Yeji immediately over the phone. She barks out a laugh.
“Minji never answers calls that quickly, you know this! Her phone is always on Do Not Disturb, even during work hours. Except for the ones she screens. She probably has that team’s manager on fucking speed dial. Girl, she’s been keeping tabs on you.”
You’re appalled at Yeji’s accusation. “Is she even allowed to do that?”
“I have no idea. But I’ll ask someone in Legal.”
“Please do.” You mumble, lost in thought. You’re quickly realising that if it’s Junseo ratting you out, then Jihoon was innocent all along. You accused him for nothing. You attacked him over something he had no part in. You groan, leaning forward until your forehead bangs against the table.
“I fucked up big time, Yeji.” You whine.
She hums over the phone, but her voice is tinged in amusement. “They wanted you to join their pack, right?”
“Yeah.”
“And you wanted to join it too?”
You hesitate. “I was leaning that way.”
“Then you have to figure out how to fix this mess.” Yeji’s words are harsh but her voice is soft. “I don’t know what any of them are like, so I can’t give you advice on how, but if I know anything about you, it’s that you can convince them to feel the same way about you again.”
“I’m not so sure.” You sigh, finally sitting up again. Your forehead stings. “They’re very tight knit and protective of each other. I’m sure a lot of them hate me now for what I did to their omega.”
“You won’t know unless you try.”
She’s right, of course. You need to go through this painful ordeal in any case. It scares you a bit, fills you with unbelievable dread. Just the thought of them looking at you with disdain sends painful sparks shooting across your chest. But if there’s any chance of you salvaging this, you need to brace yourself and walk right into the fire. You think of Seungcheol coming to see you last night, Seungkwan right after him after just one call. They have been gracious beyond your wildest imaginations, even after all the shit you’ve pulled. This must mean you have some chance, right? It has to.
You finish your coffee quickly, shooting Seungkwan a text telling him that you’re heading back to the hotel and you will see him there. You have a plan cooking in your head, but apprehension is at the forefront of your brain. You don’t know if this will work, but as Yeji said, you won’t know unless you try.
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OT13/MISC:
⦿ FATES, INTERTWINED - OT13
↳ everyone knows about the red string of fate: a delicate thread tied at the base of the pinky finger, something that connects you with your soulmate. your one perfect person. your other half. so why do you have thirteen strings?
↳ soulmate AU, angst, smut
⦿ IDOL SVT X IDOL READER
↳ headcanons, platonic
⦿ KINKTOBER 2025
↳ theme: supernatural entities
↳ members featured: jeonghan, seungcheol, joshua, wonwoo
↳ slight angst, fluff, nothing else it’s all wholesome stuff
⦿ SWEATY
↳ cheol and s/o in the gym together having a little friendly competition but they're both competitive as hell so things get steamy in the end
↳ smut, nsfw, unprotected sex, established relationship
⦿ WHO IS IN CONTROL?
↳ seungcheol doesn’t want to see you with other men. he only wants to see you with jeonghan.
↳ scoups x reader (established), jeonghan x reader, smut, voyeurism
⦿ DISTANCE
↳ When your roommate Seungcheol decides that he likes your coworker, he wants your help in pursuing her. Unbeknownst to him, you have been in love with him for years.
↳ roommates AU, friends to lovers, angst, unrequited love, smut
⦿ MOVING ON - PART 2
↳ after a devastating breakup, your brother’s best friend is looking for a place to stay, and ever the saint, your brother offers your shared apartment. you don’t mind, not really. you just feel really sad for him.
↳ brother’s best friend trope, angst, unrequited love, smut
⦿ HAVE YOU READY
↳ soon to be wed, you are brimming with panic about what comes with this new change in your life. luckily for you, your Royal Advisor will not let you leave the castle without being fully prepared.
↳ princess!reader, royal AU, smut
⦿ WANT U BACK
↳ choi seungcheol is not the kind of man you get over. he is the kind of man you win back.
↳ ex boyfriend!seungcheol, angst, fluff, smut
⦿ WHAT SHE DESERVES
↳ friends to lovers, smut, minimal plot with porn
⦿ TOUCH MY HEART
↳ you have never, in your entire life, thought that an alpha would be interested in you. so when choi seungcheol, your quiet but confident alpha coworker, starts courting you, you don’t know what to do with his affections.
↳ seungcheol doesn’t want to see you with other men. he only wants to see you with jeonghan.
↳ scoups x reader (established), jeonghan x reader, smut, voyeurism
⦿ LOVE CONFESSION
↳ the only effective way to move on from yoon jeonghan is to date someone else. but it doesn’t work, because sooner or later, all roads will lead back to him.
↳ friends with benefits, college au, smut
⦿ LET US LIVE, SINCE WE MUST DIE
↳ joshua loves jeonghan too much to rat him out, so he just tries to stay out of jeonghan’s business. but when jeonghan brings you home, joshua finds that he wants to be involved. even if it means it will doom him.
↳ serial killer!jeonghan, (feat. joshua x reader), dark themes, smut
⦿ BACK TO YOU
↳ it doesn’t matter if you run away. jeonghan will find you, and he will bring you back.
↳ mafia au, dark themes, smut
JOSHUA HONG:
⦿ I CAN STILL SEE IT ALL
↳ you meet joshua for the first time since he left the country as a teenager to pursue his dreams. you are sure he doesn’t remember you, despite the fact that you haven’t forgotten him for a single day in the last fifteen years.
↳ best friends to strangers to friends to lovers, non au, angst, smut
⦿ LET US LIVE, SINCE WE MUST DIE
↳ joshua loves jeonghan too much to rat him out, so he just tries to stay out of jeonghan’s business. but when jeonghan brings you home, joshua finds that he wants to be involved. even if it means it will doom him.
↳ serial killer!jeonghan, (feat. jeonghan x reader), dark themes, smut
KWON SOONYOUNG:
⦿ NERVOUS
↳ idol!hoshi, gn!reader, fluff, literally nothing else it’s just fluff and comfort
LEE JIHOON:
⦿ FANTASIES
↳ jihoon’s studio has been a strictly professional workspace for him. until today.
↳ smut, porn without plot
KIM MINGYU:
⦿ ENCORE
↳ backstage sex with mingyu. that’s it.
↳ smut
XU MINGHAO:
⦿ DATING XU MINGHAO
↳ short drabble about what dating him is like, fluff
LEE CHAN:
⦿ WANT YOU BAD
↳ when a mishap during university examinations lands you and your colleague lee chan into a mountain of work, you suggest pulling an all nighter to get it done. you end up doing everything except the actual work assigned to you.
summary: you lose a bet to your boyfriend, but severely underestimate the seventeen members' favoritism towards you.
cw/tags: vernon x idol!reader, gn!reader but written with fem!reader in mind, no specified age but reader is older than dino for the sake of comedy, crack and fluff, mature language, jeongcheol coparenting yn because i said so
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summary: bts' infatuation with one of their juniors runs deeper than it should
pairings: bts x fem reader
warnings: 3-8 year age gap, possessive & obsessive behavior, manipulation, violence
chapter warnings: none
a/n: the event referenced in this chapter is the all-around event at the tokyo olympics. this chapter takes place at the same time as what was i made for?
Vacation didn't come often when you were part of one of the biggest groups in the world. BigHit finally agreed to let the members film another season of In the Soop, which was the only way to get time off from work. Having cameras film their every movement wasn't ideal, but it was better than bouncing around between the recording studio, photoshoots, and interviews.
"Don't turn the TV off." Taehyung snatched the remote from Seokjin's hand. "Gymnastics is next."
"I didn't know you were into gymanstics, Taehyungie." Jimin chuckled.
Taehyung shook his head. "I'm not. I'm into her."
Sitting on the ground was a Korean gymnast, stretching with other gymnasts. She easily moved into the splits to stretch her legs, impressing the members who sat back down to watch her. Her face was familiar, one that they had seen somewhere on social media but couldn't pinpoint who she was.
"Who are we watching?" Seokjin asked.
"Y/L/N Y/N. She's one of the best gymnasts in the world right now. She's the first Korean gymnast to qualify for the all-around gymnastics event." Taehyung explained, putting the volume of the television up to try and listen to the conversation you were having with your coach amidst the loud chatter of the arena.
"My parents have talked about her." Jungkook piped up. "My mom loves her."
After the warmup ended, Y/N followed a handful of gymnasts to the vault for their one-touch warmup. She was fourth in line, right behind Simone Biles, and both athletes looked nervous. Y/N was fidgeting with her fingers, watching the first two gymnasts complete their passes with ease. She was hiding her nerves well but Taehyung could see the uncertainty in her eyes.
"She looks so nervous." He muttered.
Hoseok scrunched up his face. "How can you tell? She's just standing there."
"Look at the way she's fidgeting with her fingers. She looks like she's going to throw up." Taehyung pointed out.
True to his word, Y/N still playing around with her fingers as she watched Simone prepare for her one-touch pass. She watched closely as Simone ran toward the vault, jumping on the springboard with full force only to rotate in the air one-and-a-half times, even with the support of the vault. She landed on her feet carefully and immediately walked toward her coach, clearly not in the right state of mind. Y/N only looked even more nervous after seeing Simone fail to complete her pass with the usual precision.
Seokjin scoffed, "How did you even notice that? You sound like a creep."
"I don't know, I guess I've watched too many videos of her." Taehyung shrugged.
Jimin threw a chip at him. "You really are a creep."
Y/N easily completed your one-touch pass before disappearing into the back with her coach to wait for her turn in the all-around event. Taehyung nodded his head in satisfaction, unsurprised that her warmup was perfect. He wasn't sure why she was so nervous but he hoped that her nerves were gone now after completing her one-touch pass with no issues.
"Wow."
"Wow."
"That's so cool."
"How does she do that?"
"I want to try vault."
"You would eat shit if you did."
"Y/N is definitely winning this event." Taehyung smirked. "The other competitors are nothing compared to Y/N."
Maybe Seokjin was right about him being a creep for knowing so much about a young girl, but Y/N caught his attention when one of her highlight videos at an international competition was recommended on YouTube. Call it fate, but Taehyung felt that her video was on his homepage at the right time. He was bored out of his mind being stuck in his home because of the pandemic but Y/N immediately took his boredom away. He fell down a rabbit hole and by dawn, he knew every bit of information about her.
"You're so kind, Taehyung." Jimin patted his back. "But she's a good gymnast so I understand why you're a fan."
"Good? She's not good, she's brilliant."
Yoongi rolled his eyes before flipping to another channel. "Calm down, Prince Charming."
Y/N did win the event.
And she did well just as Taehyung predicted. In fact, she did so well that she performed a skill during her floor routine that no other gymnast had performed which allowed it to be added to the Code of Points.
"That was crazy to watch." Hoseok picked up the remote to switch to YouTube. "Are there any videos of her to watch?"
"I don't get how she did everything so easily," Namjoon said. "Why does her body move like that? How can it move like that? That should not be scientifically possible."
Yoongi rolled his eyes, "Is this your first time watching a gymnast compete?"
Taehyung put the volume up to drown their grating voices, more interested in watching Y/N receive her gold medal. It effectively silenced them as they brought their focus back to the TV. Although Y/N had no idea that they were watching her, they cheered loudly when she received her medal and flowers. Bam celebrated with them, barking loudly while dashing around the living room. He knocked several furniture pieces over but the members paid him no mind.
"Are there any other videos of her competing? I want to see more." Hoseok said.
"I have a playlist of her videos." Taehyung grabbed the remote off of the floor before switching over to YouTube. He logged into his account, his homepage being filled with videos of Y/N.
The other members shared a look with one another, creeped out by how much Taehyung liked her. They watched as Taehyung clicked on his playlists, mortified by how created multiple just for one person. They ranged from full routines, interviews, appearances on variety shows; it seemed as if almost every single video that was posted about her on YouTube was sorted into a playlist.
Taehyung had always been a unique person. They noticed from their debut days that when he became fixated on something, he became obsessed with it. It didn’t happen often but they noticed his behavior from when he was young. There was nothing alarming about the way he acted considering his fixations didn’t last long but this; this was new. It was his first time being fixated on a person, on a human being. That fact alone made his obsession terrifying. The curated playlists he had solely dedicated to Y/N only solidified their fears even further.
His obsession with Y/N ran much deeper than being her fan.
"You're very organized." Yoongi noted.
"It's easier to look up her videos this way." Taehyung hummed, clicking on the playlist of Y/N's highlights at various competitions. He scrolled down before selecting a video from the 2019 World Championships.
"It's like you're obsessed." Jimin joked.
Jungkook elbowed him harshly in the ribs, giving him a look to knock it off but Jimin simply shrugged. Surely, Taehyung would know that he was joking and meant no harm.
"You could say that." Taehyung replied. "Something about her draws me in, you know?"
"Sure." Seokjin nodded.
They fell silent as the video started, deciding to focus on Y/N's performances rather than question Taeyhyung's creepy obsession with her. They were continuously impressed with how talented she was, wondering how someone could perform such complex skills with ease. After watching her balance beam routine, they could understand why she was named the Olympic Champion. She easily stood out compared to the other gymnasts who were competing.
"Has Y/N guest starred on any variety shows?" Namjoon asked. "I'm surprised I haven't heard about her until today."
"A few," Taehyung switched to a playlist that was dedicated to the scarce variety show appearances that Y/N had. "She's too busy with training to guest star but she tries when she's available." He selected an episode of Knowing Bros, which had a whooping ten million views.
As the group watched the episode in silence together, the other members could understand why Y/N drew Taehyung in so easily. She was a captivating person because of her charming personality which made her extremely likable. She was kind to the cast members of Knowing Bros, making them laugh with her witty remarks and awe them with her talented skills. She was extremely well-spoken that it left everybody wanting to hear her speak more.
"Can we watch an interview?" Jungkook requested, moving closer to the TV. He sat on his knees like a toddler, captivated by all of the thumbnails that had Y/N's face on it. "I like hearing her talk."
"Of course."
Taehyung grinned to himself as he changed playlists once again. He knew from the start that the rest of the members would eventually take a liking to Y/N once he introduced them to her. None of them were avid fans of gymnastics so he had anticipated that the Tokyo Olympics were going to be where they got the first impression of her. He was satisfied with their blatant interest with her, hoping it would lead him once step closer to meeting her. Although he was one of the most famous celebrities in South Korea, Taehyung was aware that his interest in Y/N would spark controversy and he intended to avoid that. If the other members also became a fan of hers, he was sure they could convince their management team to set something up with her.
Truth be told, there were several instances where Taehyung wanted to stage a meet-cute with Y/N but her whereabouts made it difficult. Rarely was she ever in Korea because she was training in the U.S. and when she was visiting home, it was for a brief amount of time. Not only that, he would have to figure out the places she would go if she did stay longer than a couple of weeks which was quite frankly, too much work for him. He was desperate to meet her in-person but wanted a valid excuse to do so.
"I like her." Yoongi stated. "I can see why she's really popular."
"Charming, isn't she?" Taehyung asked. "That's what I like about her so much. She does the bare minimum but she easily draws you in."
"She's like a drug." Jungkook piped up.
Namjoon shook his head, "Terrible comparison."
"He's right." Taehyung shrugged. "She's addictive and once you get a taste of her, you can't get enough."
