Min Yoongi | Mafia!BTS | 220 Words | Pro .01 Preview
Warnings: None
“My side of the story. There is none, if you can’t connect him to the crimes, then obviously he isn’t the one who committed them. Simple as that.” You said turning your gaze away from the women who gripped her pen tightly the skin pulling tighter around her forehead than it already was from her tight bun, to fall on the diamond ring and silver band around your ring finger. “We both know that’s not true. You can’t protect him forever Miss L/N.” She tried to say professionally but you could hear her restraint.
“It’s sad for you isn’t it. That I have the right to refuse to answer any of your questions. As it seems, I am the victim here, and I know nothing.” You said returning your gaze to the women. “It’s Mrs. Min thank you.” Those were your last words for the remainder of the time she was there. No matter how many questions she asked, you remained silent and focused on the shimmering jewel adorning your finger. The longing for the man you loved causing your heart to clench painfully in your chest.
“You may think your keeping your husband safe, but the truth always comes out Mrs. Min.” She finished saying your name bitterly before taking her leave, her heels clicking off in the distance.
Reality never hits you until after you step away from the problem. It felt like a punch in the gut and the return of the familiar sting in your eyes made your chest constrict even more. It didn’t really hit you until you were outside the front door and leaning against the wall next to it. That was it, just like that. A few words, curses, yelling even; before you walked out and that was it. No more Jiyong.
Some part of you felt relief. You wouldn’t have to wake up every day and acknowledge that the man that had just laid in the bed next to you and held you while you slept was in love with another women. For the most part however, you were just in pain. Your chest hurt, your breath felt like it was being stolen from you as you tried to keep yourself from crying. You wondered if you would ever get over the pain, but you had a feeling you wouldn’t. You lifted your bag onto your shoulders and raised your head up, shaking it slightly to rid your eyes of the tears and walked towards the elevator. Even if your heart was shattered, and your walk was slow as if hesitant.
Unrequited Love Park Jimin x Reader | Eventual Kim Seokjin x Reader
You willingly let yourself be used over and over again by someone you knew would never love you. How long could you continue to let it happen before you’ve had enough?
Angst | Smut | Fluff
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Ⅰ. Mr. Producer || Coming Soon
Min Yoongi x Reader
Yoongi hated you for what you didn’t know. You were someone who loved music just like he did yet he always seemed to be glaring at you, it hurt. Especially since you loved him so much.
Angst | Fluff
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ⅠⅠ.Back To You || Coming Soon
Min Yoongi x Reader
It took a lot for you to realize that maybe neither one of you were happy. Maybe it was time for you to go separate ways, but neither of you wanted to, no matter how toxic the relationship was.
Angst | Hinted Fluff
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ⅠⅠⅠ. The Last [M] Mafia!au
Min Yoongi x Reader
He was a notorious leader in the world you somehow managed to get dragged into. You were like an innocent child in a dark painful universe, and for that reason you stood out to him. You were an angel.
Angst | Smut(Maybe) | Fluff
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Ⅰ. A New Sound [M] || Coming Soon
Jung Hoseok x Reader
You’re life was depressing. Same people, same schedule, same sounds everyday. He was sound that you had been craving for so long, something new and just what you needed.
Slight Angst | Fluff
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ⅠⅠ. Welcome Back
Jung Hoseok x Reader
He was finally home.
Fluff | Drabble
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Ⅰ. Rap God [M] || Coming Soon
Kim Namjoon x Reader
He was a rap god that much was for sure, but his mouth wasn’t just great at spitting meaningful words at impossible speeds but you were the only one that really knew that.
Smut
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Ⅰ. Spoiled
Jeon Jungkook x Reader
You’re the normal attention craving girlfriend, simple as that.
Fluff | Drabble
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ⅠⅠ. Ambivalent [M] || Coming Soon
Jeon Jungkook x Reader
You never really like the heartthrob that was Jeon Jungkook, star baseball player and captain of your colleges baseball team, at least that was what you thought until your friend started bringing him around the dorm and he decided he didn’t know how to act.
The peace that settled around you was overwhelming, so much so that you couldn't quite remember when you had experienced something so lovely. You didn't feel pain or exhaustion, fear or worry. It wasn't too hot or too cold. It was just right, and you felt nothing. You were hazy with the comfort of a lovely pull to close your eyes. A pull that was telling you to let go, despite the nagging feeling not to. It was odd though. It wasn't the kind of pull you felt when you laid in a comfortable bed buried beneath warm blankets in comfy pajamas, dreading that you had to get up the next day. No, this pull was different.
Meaning, if you closed your eyes, some part of you knew that you would not be waking up. There was a part of you telling you not to listen to it, ignore it and keep your eyes open because you didn't want to sleep forever. You had so much to be awake for, so much more to experience. Especially since you could hear his voice. Especially because you could see his face, and feel his tears.
He was begging.
The love of your life, he was beautiful, cradling you in his arms, rocking you gently yet roughly to keep your presence with him. He never begged. He wasn't a man that begged, no he was higher than that. He was the man that made people beg. Yet, you were aware of the tiny drops hitting your face as he called your name desperately. His slightly chapped lips moving against your forehead, pressing against it every now and again. You then noticed.
An acute pain in your back. His hand roughly pressed to a bloodied hole in your stomach. Applying pressure that you could slowly feel as the shock drifted to a ware. The ringing in your ears quieted, and you heard him. You heard him whimpering your name and calling to the heavens not to take you away from him. He didn't care if he was homeless and barely surviving, just don't take you away from him.
You remembered now. You remembered when you felt such peace, it was in his arms. Sleeping next to him, kissing him, hugging him. Him.
You remembered the argument, and the desperation to stop him from his suicide mission. You remembered the bullet piercing the skin of your back and leaving your stomach in the most cinematic way possible. You remembered your scream.
You remembered this moment.
Why did it feel so unreal?
You swallowed slowly, mouth opening as if to speak which was more difficult than it should have been. No matter how hard you tried, you could not force anything out louder than a whisper. He was telling you not to talk, conserve your energy but that was pointless now and you both knew it. Admitting it however, was far more difficult than you could both handle. You knew the ending to this story and so did he. You both knew it wasn't in your favor.
His name rang across your tired brain.
"Yoongi..." You whispered, pained. His gaze snapped to yours, your eyes no longer glazed over but staring directly at him, taking in his beauty. "It's okay..." You cooed him gently, providing him with the small amount of comfort he so desperately needed. He shook his head closing his eyes, refusing to accept that it was okay, pressing his forehead to yours, his black hair mixing with yours.
You became aware of your surroundings and the sirens that grew louder and louder until it was deafening.
"Put your hands up where I can see them!"
He refused shaking his head, cursing and daring the cops to pull you away from him. Unfortunately, he wasn't exactly a one-man army. He was yanked away from you and you weakly held your hand out to him, eyes still locked with his as he fought against the suited men with everything he had in him, trying his hardest to get you back in his arms.
"It's okay..." You whispered yet again, as you were taken away from him, and away from your love, and away from what you considered to be life itself.
Lee Taemin | Stripper!SHINee | 2.3K Words| .01 .02
Warnings: public sex, smut, dirty talk, unprotected sex
The music pulsed through the speakers of the night club hitting your skin in delicious waves. The tight black dress you adorned shined with the flicker of the lights creating a certain glow around you. Your hair moved with the wild movements of your body, earning a pair of eyes to stay locked on you. In your own little world, you danced not with a man, not with a women, but by yourself, and you didn’t give a fuck. The alcohol pumped through your system aiding in your current attitude.
You weren’t here for anybody but yourself, at least that’s what it started with. All night the same pair of eyes had been watching you though. Drinking in the craziness that was you, lust dancing in the person’s brown orbs. Of course you had noticed them, in fact, you had noticed them hours ago, but it was nice to know you were that attractive enough to said person for them to watch you from their seat for the last 3 hours. Sometime during your wild night, it had become about giving the person a show.
To dance for him and to make him want you.
That was now your goal.
In attempts to aid your show, you willing let the stripper dancing amongst all the women next to you wrap his arms around your waist and sway with you. His body moving against yours. The cheap fabric of his shirt scratching the bare skin of your back, yet you didn’t care as your eyes locked with those of the man you really wanted. He took a slow sip from his glass, swallowing the liquid before licking his deliciously plump lips. He slowly stood from his chair much to your shock and you had to stop yourself from gasping as he began to walk towards you. His movements matching that of a lion stalking its prey. His steps were slow as if he knew how much you were anticipating meeting him.
Your eyes trailed down his figure. He wore a black sleeves shirt, and somewhat baggy pants held up by a white belt, and black shoes. That’s when you caught sight of his wristband that read the club’s name. He was a stripper. You couldn’t stop yourself from letting your tongue drift over your lips at the naughty thoughts you had of the man. You dared to miss the smirk that drifted over his lips. When he finally came to a halt in front of you, he waved the man behind you off, which he left with no hesitation. His eyes never left yours, but his hands came up to rest on the curves of your waist.
You almost flinched from the heat radiating where his hands touched. “Dance with me?” He asked quietly. His voice was just as angelic as you thought it would be and you found yourself nodding dumbly. He smirked yet again and tugged your forward to collide with his chest. His hands trailed from your waist to the small of your back, leaning forward making you dip back slightly. In what all a blur before he was using his body to make you dance. Moves that you definitely wouldn’t have been able to do on your own. He twirled you around and brought you close again so your back rested against his chest this time. Your arms were crossed as your hands were intertwined with his. His leaned down slowly, his hot breath tickly your ear, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand to attention.
This was definitely crazier than you were expecting tonight. “You know you have been teasing me all night?” He whispered. You bit your lip gently and leaned back into his toned back, nodding your head to confirm his question. He began to hum the tune of the music blaring through the club speakers, swaying offbeat with you. If you had not known better it would have seemed as if he was trying to romance you. You gasped when you felt the evidence of his arousal curve into the deep of your back. “See what you did?” He said, before taking your lobe between his lips sucking softly, his hands left yours and trailed down your body to rest back on your hips. Your hands came up to wrap around his neck from behind and dig into the soft locks of his orangish, silver blonde hair.
You barely registered the feeling of his fingers ascending up your dress, succeeding in lifting the fabric to expose your equally black lace panties. Never mind that fact that you were in a public night. The dance floor was crowded with drunk masses and no one paid you two any mind. His thumb caressed the band of your panties, before he took the edges of the flimsy band between his fingers and lifted the fabric to slide his hand in, successfully cupping the entirety of your heated core in his equally heated hand. You gasped and threw your head back to rest of his shoulder, your back arching off his chest. His other hand traveled back up, slipping over your right breast, not before squeezing slightly, stopping at your chin which he gripped in his hand, his finger smoothing over your lips. He gave his firm order.
“Suck.”
You obliged and immediately opened your mouth, taking in his long digit, sucking lightly. “Look at you.” He chuckled under his breath. “Sucking on a stranger’s fingers in the middle of a strip club.” He continued to tease you. You hummed around his finger, running your soft muscle of your digit. “God it’s like velvet” He said, mostly to himself.
His hand the was still buried in your panties, shifted allowing two digits to slip between your folds and come in contact with your already wet and swollen clit. He began to slowly circle the bundle of nerves with just the pads of his fingers, resulting in you bucking against his hand, the soft abuse sending shivers up and down your spine. You latched onto his arm as his fingers increased in pace, clearly trying to coax you into a orgasm in the middle of a crowded place.
Somehow knowing that you were literally standing right in front of people turned you on. The music could stop and all it would take was for one person to turn around and witness the abuse this stranger was giving to your body. That’s when you realized you didn’t even know the man’s name, but for some reason that added to the excitement. So you didn’t ask.
The familiar burning sensation began to pool in the bottom of your stomach. The ache to reach your much needed orgasm urging you to rock your hips against his hand, sucking harder on the digit still buried between your lips. “Such a dirty girl, trying to get yourself off with all these people standing here.” He moved his head to your left shoulder, sucking on the exposed skin leaving purple bruises in his wake. “Go ahead then. Cum.” He harshly whispered, giving a particularly harsh rub sending you over the edge. Your moan was drowned out by the music, your body shaking, reading to collapse. You continued to spasm slightly from the aftermath of your much needed orgasm, nails digging into the stranger’s arm.
Before you could open your eyes, your dress was tugged down and you were being pulled through the masses a people to a door that read ‘PRIVATE’. The man was desperate, that much was evident by the tight grip he had on your wrist. You willingly followed, staring fondly at his toned ass, that showed just enough through the decently baggy pants. You were pulled through the door and into another room that held a couch and nothing else, but a few pictures on the wall of very provocative men and women doing such activities as you were about to do. A purple light rested on the ceiling above and that added to the suspense when your eyes fell back on the eyes of man that had just made you cum with little to no effort.
“Couch now.” He said simply, daring you to defy him.
You immediately complied sitting down on the couch waiting for him to make the next move. He stalked towards you again much like he had done earlier, and it still proved to be just a skin tingling as it was before. He slowly crawled on top of you and began to place gentle kisses on the column of your throat, your chin and finally your lips. You relaxed into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting him lower you back onto the couch. His hand smoothed up your thighs, lifting the dress completely, disconnecting the kiss for a brief second to remove the cloth from your body, his lips quickly connecting back with yours.
He sat up on his heels and lifting his shirt over his head exposing his well formed abs and beautifully tanned skin. He leaned back down this time his lips met the skin of your stomach, his tongue slowly coming through his lips to drag down to the edge of your panties. He took the edges between his teeth and dragged them down your legs. Once they were completely off, he took the fabric from his mouth and held it to his nose, taking in a deep breath. You could do nothing but stare at him, mouth watering at his slow elegant movements. He grabbed your ankles, tugging you till your back rested flat against the couch, leaning down and burying his face between your legs much to your shock.
A scream left your mouth when he took your bud between his lips sucking harshly, holding your legs wide open. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the mere feeling of his tongue alone, burying itself between your southern lips, and flattening against the sensitive nub. “H-Holy fuck.” You whispered, lifting your hips to push more of yourself into his mouth. Yet again you found yourself racing towards your ecstasy. You fingers tightly gripped his hair tugging harshly to which he grunted and sucked harder and quicker. He wasn’t going to use his fingers, no he was going to make you come with nothing but his tongue.
The farther and farther your back arched off the couch indicated just how close you were getting to your orgasm. Just when you thought it could arch no more, the bow broke and a very similar scream to earlier left your mouth, but this time it was heard loud and clear, and it was music to the man ears. His tongue eagerly collecting the juices you provided him.
He sat up panting and smirking at you, licking your essence from his lips. You were in the same state, panting and flushed not knowing how much more you could handle. He leaned down and pecked your lips before standing to hastily remove his pants. Once he had the useless fabric off his skin, you quickly took note of the thing you wouldn’t even call women’s underwear strapped to his skin. A g-string. He was a stripper after all.
He peeled the string from his seemingly sparkling skin before kneeling in front of you yet again, this time taking your legs and resting them on the curvature of his hips. You expected him to ease into you, but that was not even close to how he slam himself balls deep inside of you causing you to let out a long moan as you threw your head back. He grunted doing the same, giving you time to adjust to his size. He pulled back and rested his tip at your opening before shoving himself back inside of you, your mouth falling open in a silent cry. He repeated the motion, you couldn’t count how many times, but each time the thrust was more aggressive than the last.
He slid himself free from you, turning you over onto your stomach and entering you forcefully again. His fingernails dragged down your back coaxing you to dip your back, your breast shaking with each thrust he delivered. Eventually, one of his hands came up and gripped your hair pulling you back to meet his thrust which began to increase in pace. The sound of your ass meeting his hips over and over again driving you to push back against him as hard as you could, wanting him deeper in you. Your cries and moans resonated through the room, along with the sound of his occasional grunt.
“Fuck yes baby that’s it. Fuck yourself on my cock.” He said gripping your round globe in his free hand, watching as you began to push your hips back to meet his at an overwhelming pace. He threw his head back and hissed while you continued to cry and moan. The pleasure racking through your body becoming too much for you to handle. Once he felt your walls tightening around his stiff member, he released your hair and gripped both of your hips, increasing the pace. Your nails dug into the cushions of the couch, eyes rolling yet again, head falling to the cushion, mouth open in a silent moan.
“Come on baby, just one more time.” He cooed, spreading your cheeks to watch himself disappear within you over and over again. “Oh my god, yes!” Your voice finally returning and you almost pulled yourself away from him when the third and final and most intense orgasm you had ever had tore through your body. He let out his loudest groan yet and pushed against you, resting his chest against your back as he emptied himself into you.
He slowed his thrust panting as you shivered underneath him. You couldn’t even bring yourself to laugh when he fell from on top of you, to the floor. Within seconds you found your eyes falling shut.
When you came to the next day, you were still in the tiny room, a worn looking blanket thrown over your body and no man in sight. You looked at the watch on your wrist, reading 10:23AM, meaning you were late for work. Your eyes fell on a note stuck to the fabric of your dress.
Mafia!au | When you go out after they asked you not to
Warnings: Spanking, Fingering (Female Receiving)
SEOKJIN
“Do you get why I asked you to not to leave this house?!” His voice was louder than it usually was, causing you to flinch. Your fist balled in the black cape coat you wore as you bit your lip nodding silently. You felt like a child. “If you know then why did you leave?” He asked, quiet now. The gang was in a turf war, and the opposing gang was looking for any kind of way to weaken BTS, and you would be a perfect start. In knowing that, Seokjin had asked you not to leave the house without a bodyguard, and not leave at night at all, for your own safety, but you didn’t listen and almost ended up hurt. “Until you learn to listen to me, you’re not leaving this house.” Were his final words, the look on his face leaving no room for argument, so you nodded without any words.
YOONGI
He was silent, watching you, his eyes angry, but his face stoic. “Yoo-”, you began to say. “Shut up.” He was dangerously quiet, so you closed your mouth, almost immediately. You sighed and moved to take a seat at the table your boyfriend currently sat at. “I didn’t say you could sit.” He once again made his authority known. You stopped and remained in your spot. “Since you want to go out and party in those ridiculous heels and that string you call a dress, you can stand there in the outfit for as long as I see fit, and till I feel you learned your lesson.” He finally spoke up, crossing his legs and intertwining his fingers in his lap. “I ca-”, he cut you off yet again. “I said quiet!” His voice boomed, and you made the decision to keep your mouth shut and just stand. Goodbye to good ankles.
HOSEOK
“Do you like me being mad at you? Huh? Do you like me scolding you” He asked loudly, standing in front of you with his arms crossed. “No, I was bored, I’m sorry.” You tried to reason, sitting inside the house all day, waiting for a war to pass was not only boring, but you were lonely, seeing as how Hoseok was rarely home. “I know that. I don’t keep you in here because I want to, it’s because I have to.” Were his final words before he gestured to the bedroom with his head. “I want you in that room, naked and waiting for me by the time I get there.” He demanded, eyes still focused on you, you wasted no time in listening to his orders. You hoped you would be able to walk.
NAMJOON
You never liked to make Namjoon mad for various reason, no one did. Your main reason was that he held his grudge, especially when it was something he was very serious about. Like you staying indoors until he could settle the turf war that was happening between the gangs. However, you disobeyed and now you were bent over Namjoon’s knees, counting every time his hand met the bare skin of your ass. “Ten.” You whimpered, the smack sounding through the air. “I asked you nicely and you deliberately disobeyed me, so how many do you think you should get huh?”
JIMIN
You sighed for the umpteenth time that night, watching Jimin from your seat on the couch. He was perched in his office chair behind his desk, typing away at his computer. You had tried more than once to slip away to shower and go to bed, but he always stopped you with a curt ‘sit’. You felt like a child in time out, but you knew that was what it was meant to feel like. The only thing he had said to you when you walked through the front door was, “Since you want to lie and ignore me like a child, I’ll treat you like one.” That was the last thing he had said to you, and that was almost 2 hours ago. You hated his silence and you also hated that he was mad enough to make you sit in total silence with nothing to do. You knew you were going to be here for a while.
TAEHYUNG
Your groans and screams were the only things that could be heard throughout your quaint apartment. Your thighs shook from the overbearing pleasure happening between your legs. “Do you think you learned your lesson yet baby girl?” Taehyung asks, licking your essence off his fingers. The only response you could give was a whimper, causing him to chuckle. “I didn’t think so either.”He said with a dark chuckle. You could only groan in protest, pulling at the cuffs chaining you to your headboard.
JUNGKOOK
Jungkook held you in place in his lap tightly by your waist, taking a sip from his cup of bourbon. His eyes stayed on the crowd of people on the dance floor drunk and grinding against each other, where you had just been minutes ago until he had shown up and dragged you away. You were surprised to see him take a seat at a table and bring you to sit in his lap. He wasn’t talking but you could tell by his aura and tense body that he was more than angry. So you just sat there quiet, and waited for his next move, which you were emotionally preparing yourself for. “I hope you know you’re in a lot of trouble.” He finally said in a low voice, and your head fell, sighing heavily.
You placed your cheek in your hand as you watched Jiyong’s eyes follow Seunghyun’s wife across the room as she walked towards Seunghyun. You knew when you entered this relationship, the strong feelings Jiyong held towards Seunghyun’s wife. You also knew that this was never supposed to be a relationship if you were to call it that. You were both here to satisfy each other’s sexual needs, but somewhere along the way, you fell in love with the artist. He was sweet and gentle with you, treated you how no other man would, but his heart was with someone else. You had fallen hard and he was still falling hard for a taken women.
You trusted him though. He was smart and he was also a good friend. So you knew and everyone that knew of his deep longing for Seunghyun’s wife would only ever be longing. Jiyong was a loyal man and he would never step foot into that cage, not only because it was wrong, but also because Seunghyun was his best friend and he cared far more for his family than he did his aching heart. He met you at a dinner party. You were a close friend of CL, and she had brought you and the rest of the girls from 2NE1 to the party, not wanting to be the only girl.
You talked and laughed, drank and danced with Jiyong all night, so much that you ended up in his bed pressed against his chest all night, and all morning. No sex. It shocked you when Jiyong told you he just wanted some company and in a friendly way. So you guys watched a movie and drank some of his expensive alcohols before passing out on the couch, you on top of him, his arms wrapped around you tightly.
From there you guys continued to see each other before you finally bedded each other and left it at that. Never discussed a relationship of any sort, it was a ‘hey lets me up and fuck,’ type of friendship. When you found out about his love for Seunghyun’s wife, you were more than disappointed. It wasn’t because he was in love with another woman, it was because he had asked you to be his and even bought you the necklace that hangs around your neck day and night. You met Seunghyun’s wife at the studio to work on a song with Ji, but you were more than forgotten as Jiyong spent his time watching Seunghyun’s wife with desperation.
You sighed and twiddled with the necklace that hung around your neck, a mini champagne bottle with a ruby heart inside. It made you laugh when he gave it to you, symbolizing how you guys met. You thought it was the sweetest thing ever, but now it was a constant reminder that you were in a one-sided relationship. “What’s the matter?” You heard the voice of Daesung reach your ears. You turned around and smiled at him, Daesung was the only other member you were super close with beside Jiyong. “It’s nothing, I’m just overthinking.” You answered him before bringing the glass of whiskey to your lips and taking a sip only to grit at the test.
“It doesn’t seem like nothing since when do you drink whiskey?” He glanced at the necklace around your neck knowing full well what was wrong. “Since, the man you’re in love with loves someone else.” You said not even realizing your words. “I knew it. Why don’t you talk to him?” He said Daesung was the only other person beside yourself that knew of Jiyong’s problem. “Because he just denies everything and says I’m the one he loves, when we both know, that’s not true.” You went back to fiddling with your necklace. “You know, you have feelings too right?” He said rubbing your back, trying to soothe you.
“I know, I just …I want to wait because he’s suffering so much. I keep hoping maybe he’ll get over her but hasn’t and it’s been a whole 6 months that Seunghyun and her have been married.” You said feeling tears prick in the corners of your eyes. When you had first fight out about his love for her, you were upset and didn’t talk to him for a few days, almost a week. He, however, put it in your mind that he was not in love with her and it was infatuation that would melt over.
You believed him. You believed him every time. He always made it seem as if he was over her when she wasn’t around. The minute she walked through the door, however, he was back to his puppy dog self and aching for her to love him. There were numerous time when you had blown up and full on yelled at him and ended up staying at Daesung’s house for a few days to cool down.
“You have to realize Y/N that, you have a heart too. You’re just letting him break it over and over again. You need someone to treat you like how you treat him, not be ignored.” He said, and no matter how much you wanted to tell him otherwise, you knew he was right. “Make the right choices for yourself.” Was the last thing he said to you before he walked away from you. You stared down at the bar table in front of you.
He was right, you needed to look out for yourself because all you had was you.
The night continued on with Jiyong still focusing all attention of Seunghyun’s wife. By the time the party had ended and Jiyong and you were on your way back to the flat, you knew what you had to do. When Jiyong parked the car and shut it off, you climbed out and unlocked the front door without even waiting for him, he, however, seemed to be in too much of a daze to notice. You rolled your eyes and ventured into your guy’s bedroom stripping and stepping into the shower, not caring that the water was ice cold. You sighed and quickly washed before stepping out and drying yourself off. You caught your reflection in the mirror and stared yourself directly in the eyes.
What did she have that made her so special? You didn’t understand how he could be so completely and helplessly in love with someone he had never had any kind of loving relationship with. You shook your head and tied your hair up in a tight bun and changing into some sweatpants and a regular shirt. You walked out of the bathroom to see Jiyong laying on his back on the bed with his arm over his eyes and the other spread out on the bed. You ignored him and entered the walk in closet.
You realized just how long you had been with Jiyong when you looked at all the clothes and shoes organized in the closet. The many things Jiyong had bought you to make up for his ignorance. You grabbed a few shirts and a couple pairs of pants folding them and stuffing them inside one of your airport bags. You slipped your socks on followed by your shoes before you were startled by Jiyong.
“What are you doing?” He asked, his eyebrow raised. You made eye contact with him and noticed that his eyes didn’t hold that same infatuation that they did when he looked at Seunghyun’s wife. “I’m leaving, I’ll pick up the rest of my stuff later.” Your answer was simple as you pushed past him with your bag slung over your shoulder. You entered the bathroom once again, throwing all of your necessities in the bag. “Leaving? What for?” He said, his voice rushed. “Where are you going?” His hand closed over yours as you tried to place your toothbrush in the bag. “I’m going to stay with Daesung, then I’m moving back home when I have the money for a plane ticket.” Your voice never wavering as you answered him.
You knew Daesung was right, you never put yourself first, always everyone else, especially Jiyong. “Permanently?” He asked now his eyes frantically moving over your figure as if trying to make sure this was real. His hands latched onto your hips to stop you from the leaving the restroom, moving so he was standing in front of the doorway. “I don’t know Ji, but I know that I won’t be back for a while.” Your hands traveled around your neck and unclasped the necklace, grabbing his hand from your hip and placing the necklace in it.
You once again pushed past him, making your way down the stairs. “Why?” You heard his voice call quietly from behind you.
You didn’t know what but that word triggered something in you and all you could see was red. “Why!? You don’t even know I exist until you need me to satisfy your sexual needs! The only person you know is Seunghyun’s wife! All you care about is her! If she was here right now, you wouldn’t even notice I was leaving!” You turned on your heel and grabbed your car keys from the bowl. “That isn’t true.” He stopped you once again.
“How is it not! All night, the only thing you did was look at her like a sad ass dog! Wake up! She doesn’t love you!” The look the flashed in his eyes caused your heart to clench but you couldn’t be nice anymore, he didn’t understand nice. “While I sat at the bar and drank to drown out the fact that the love of my life doesn’t give two shits about me, you were watching her every move like she is some goddess!” You could feel the tears sliding down your face now.
“It’s not fair! I cook, I clean, I cater to your every need! When you come home from work I’m here cooking you dinner, setting up a bath for you to relax in! When you overwork yourself so much in the studio, that you get sick, who takes care of you! Me, not her!” Your words were not only hitting him hard, but they were also hitting you hard.
“Me, not her!” The sobs that racked your body caused the bag to fall off your shoulder. Jiyong moved to hug you but you backed away from him and his touch. “Don’t touch me.” Your voice was quiet now. You were no longer yelling, you could feel the ache in your throat knowing your voice would most likely be gone in a few hours. You picked up your bag and turned on your heel, walking out the front door without another word.
Kwon Jiyong | BIGBANG | 760 Words | Mini-Series: Me, Not Her
Warnings: None
He understood. He understood the moment you walked through the door that you weren’t his. The women he had managed to fall for wasn’t and would never be his, simply because...you were happy. He understood. He understood that the man that did call you his was his best friend and he understood that you would never be anything more than a friend and girlfriend of his best friend. When you had walked through the doors of the YG building looking for TOP or Seunghyun he was surprised. Not only because you were looking for man that didn’t really take much interest in dating but also because you were so shockingly beautiful it amazed him Seunghyun had managed to hide something, not just from him, but everyone in YG.
When you walked in the building that god forsaken day 3 months ago, was when Seunghyun had decided to spill the beans. Jiyong could see. He could see that Seunghyun was happier than he had been in a long time and whenever you were around he was completely enthralled by you.
He would keep his distance, because he wanted happiness for his best friend and for the women he had ultimately fallen in love with. He would find love in someone else, at least that’s what he kept telling himself. Now that he sat in the first row of the church with Youngbae beside him to the left and Daesung on his right, he could feel the pain creeping up into his heart as he watched Seunghyun slipped a shiny expensive looking ring onto your finger. The vows that seeped into the air and into his ears were filled with nothing but sincerity and deep love, a love that he longed for.
He wouldn’t be selfish.
Jiyong would not take this long searched for happiness from Seunghyun. Even if he were to try, he would not succeed. Since you, you were madly in love with Seunghyun just as much as he was you.
Jiyong closed his eyes tightly as he heard the two final words that brought you and Seunghyun together as one, “I do.” He felt a small smile drift onto his lips at the words that you said with no hesitation and strongly. Words he wishes you were saying to him.
“You may kiss the bride.”
Jiyong looked up just in time to see Seunghyun claim your lips, claim your heart...claim you, and he felt a shaky breath leave him. It was sealed. He had lost.
When the time for dancing came Seunghyun twirled you around the dance floor like the princess you were and finally into Jiyong’s arms to dance with the best man. You smiled shyly at the man. You had always been like that around him. Shy and quiet. “Your suit looks really nice.” you said kindly as Jiyong continued to sway with you. “Thank you, you look absolutely beautiful.” you couldn’t help but smile at his words. You knew, of course you knew, Jiyong was a man that spoke his mind so you knew months before now that he was in love with you. You however, couldn’t return the feelings because another man had captured your heart. “I wanna kiss you so bad but you’re not mine.” he whispered against your shoulder so you couldn’t see his face.
“Jiyong please, I don’t want this to be the reason we can’t at least be friends.” He lifted his head from your shoulder at your words. “We can’t ever be friends.” his words were quick and harsh but quiet. You didn’t flinch though, nor did you pull away from him. “We can’t be friends because I’m so in love with you it hurts to see my best friend touch and kiss you. To be the one to wake up to your face every morning and care for. It’s not me it’s him and that’s why we can’t be friends, because no matter how much I try if I continue to see you, ill never move on.” he said in one breath before he passed you back into Seunghyun’s arms smiling his signature smile at the man. “Congratulations man. She’s a keeper.” he patted Seunghyun on the back before he walked away and you were twirled around and your lips were claimed once again by your new husband. “You look so beautiful baby.” Seunghyun said against your lips causing you to smile and wrap your arms around his neck in a hug.
Over his shoulder you could see Jiyong walking out the church doors without looking back once.
“Baby.” A quiet voice whispered before you felt kisses being trailed down your neck gently. A hand was rubbing your back in a comforting way and you were surrounded by warmth. You sighed and snuggled further into the warmth emitting source. You heard a quiet chuckle and felt the rumble before you forced yourself to open your eyes. You looked up to see none other than your boyfriend Hoseok smiling at you. He was home.
The long tour that never seemed to end was finally over and he was home. You could see the exhaustion evident on his face but covering that was the pure joy to see you. “Hey, baby girl. I missed you.” He leaned down and placed his lips against yours in a soft kiss. You responded immediately curling your fingers in his shirt. His hand continued to rub soothing circles on your back not really helping in keeping you awake. He pulled back from the kiss and buried his nose in your hair taking in your scent. The face timing and phone calls weren’t nearly enough and now that he was physically here and holding you in his arms he needed to make sure he was really here and this wasn’t just another dream his mind decided to conjure up to mess with him.
He had found himself in stores on tour buying useless stuff for you for when he got back, he bought stuff that reminded him of you and other stuff that he knew you would like. Saying he missed you, would be an understatement. But now that you were in his arms cuddled into his chest. He could feel you, hear you, see you …smell you. He was exhausted but he wanted to stay awake just make himself realize that he was back with you.
Sure enough, this was real and you were pressed against his chest. “Hoseok when did you get back?” You asked in a tired voice rubbing his chest. He hummed and you felt the vibration against your cheek. “About an hour ago. I showered and ate before I woke you. It’s only 3:00 so you should go back to sleep.” He wrapped an arm around your waist and brought you on top of his body and wrapped his other arm around you securely. Your face was in the crook of his neck and your nose was met with the familiar scent that was Hoseok. Soap, coffee, and mint. A smell you had grown accustomed to and were extremely familiar with. You sighed thinking that this was your own personal heaven.
You were in one of his shirts and some night shorts while he wore a plain white shirt and some basketball shorts. You would have preferred it if you could feel his skin against yours but this would have to do for now. “Welcome home.” You mumbled dozing off. Hoseok lets a smile cross his lips and he kissed your temple. “Glad to be back.”
No, not the kind of spoiled that you get everything you want and had tons of useless things you didn’t need. No, you were spoiled for your boyfriend's attention. Your boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook spoiled you with his attention. You spent most of your time cuddled up to his chest or holding his hand, or him running his fingers through your hair. Anything that had to do with him touching you or pampering you. You didn’t really allow him to buy you gifts, instead, you asked for a kiss or time to cuddle or watch a movie together and Jungkook found it rather cute.
Well, you were sick and you were extra needy. You woke up this morning and Jungkook was playing some online game with his friends before you stole his attention with a serious of coughs and cute sneezes.
Now you were rolled up like a burrito laying on a mountain of blankets and pillows Jungkook had laid out for you on the living room floor. You were surrounded by treats and snacks of any kind you could think of, with your favorite movie playing on the TV. The best part was you were snuggled up against Jungkook and he was gently kneading your scalp. You were barely able to focus on the movie since you had to keep yourself from purring like a cat or moaning as what it's usually called.
You felt his lips meet your forehead before he began to stand. You whined and looked up at him as he gave you his signature bunny smile and moved towards the kitchen. You sat up to see what he was doing but since you were on the floor you couldn’t see over the bar. He soon exited carrying a little red bottle with a clear cup in his hand.
Once again, a whine left your lips. Jungkook chuckled “Baby how else are you supposed to get better. I can't kiss you if you never get better.” at the mention of kisses you immediately reached up to take the small cup from his hand but he held it back from you and placed it against your lips. You titled your head back as he poured the disgusting medicine in your mouth. You gritted your teeth and a shiver racked your body as Jungkook continued to laugh at the cute look on your face. Your nose red and scrunched up from the taste, cheeks puffed out and slightly pink from the fever. “You’re so cute.” you opened your eyes just as he laid back down on the ground, but not before pressing a small kiss to the pout on your lips and patted his chest. You smiled and snuggled back up to him just as you had been before.
You felt his hand resume its place on your scalp and he began to hum a quiet tune. His fingers applied a bit more pressure than before and you felt your eyes began to droop after a while, the medicine kicking in.
Yes, you were spoiled for your boyfriend's attention all the time, but what girl wasn’t?
