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There Is No Game Over-

To Kill An Empire

- Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

-Genre: Skyrim!AU, fantasy, action

-Warnings/Tags: lots of killing, blood, ominous environments, not a love story so don’t expect it, madman Taehyung, jester Taehyung, reader being up close to a corpse, killer reader, slightly detailed murder scenes

-Word Count: 6,298 words

- Summary: The feeling of the boat tipping was enough to make your head spin, ready to inhale water. Your eyes shoot open as you see nothing, but are being guided by two men with a firm grip on your arm. Walking through the rain, you hear it subside as the hood over your face is taken off and you’re being thrown into a shack in Skyrim. The Dark Brotherhood Assassin is giving you a choice: life or death.

- Written by: my bestfriend @pjm-com​ 

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You feel the water subside as you’re picked up from the ground, spitting water from your mouth. 

“Get up,” You hear a man yell. It’s a little glitched, but your vision is cut off. There’s a blindfold over your face and your hands are tied, as you’re led to wherever the hell these idiots are taking you. You know you’ve left Resident Evil, the rain hard on your head while you try to figure out what other game you could possibly be in. Which others actually have a weather climate.

The first guy chuckles, followed by the second man. “Here boss.” He sounds a little more monotone as your feet hit the wooden plank of the building, making your knees buckle before you hit the middle of the floor. The rain hitting your face, ears perking at the boots hitting the floor.

“Whoever the fuck you guys are, you better tell me what the hell you want with me!”’

You’re shaking as you struggle to pick yourself up off the ground and move onto your knees, hearing another laugh that almost sounds scripted. Your head snaps towards the sound as someone cuts off your blindfold with a dagger that falls to the floor, an orcish dagger.

“Sleep well?”

Your eyes adjust towards the tall familiar figure of Astrid, the leader of the Dark Brotherhood. You’ve played this quest so many times before, but now you’re speechless as you sit on the floor with your limbs bound. You feel your stomach twist in anticipation as you clear your throat, but you don’t feel the need to run with the dialogue. You already know where you are, and who she was. So you decide to jump the gun. 

“You’re here because I killed Grelod the Kind, huh. The evil orphanage worker?” You hear yourself tremble, a little bit before you compose yourself. You’ve survived Resident Evil 7, and Skyrim wasn’t nearly as bad. As long as you avoided the dragons. She nods lightly, leg swinging as she pulls down the red mask that covers her face, twisted smile on her features.

Astrid cackles. “Grelod was, by all rights, a Dark Brotherhood contract. A Kill… that you stole.” 

She pauses, studying her Blade of Woe that holds ludicrous power. Almost every other stab paralyzes their target, a blade you needed while traveling through this game. One that was rewarded if you decided to stick with the dark brotherhood, or if you killed Astrid where she stood. Unsure of which you wanted to do, she goes on.

“A kill you must repay.”

“You want me to murder someone else?” You ask cautiously. “Who?”

She grins. “Well now, funny you should ask.”

The game lets you automatically free, letting you turn around to see the three captives in front of you. You’ve always just killed all of them in the game considering there isn’t a way for you to let them free if you only kill one of them. You listen to Astrid rant about the captives and how one has a contract. Only one of them has to die, and still to this day you had no idea who the hell it was. But you needed to figure it out fast. 

“Make your choice,” she continues. “Make your kill. I just want to observe… and admire.” 

She’s on about how you make your kill, and Astrid grants you the key to the shed if you kill them. You’re quick on your feet, pulling the glass sword from your back and taking a slice at the three captives. You watch the game splatter blood onto the floor, setting in the fear. The blood is real, and its sticking to your feet. And you just killed one guilty, two innocent. 

You turn to her, hearing her laugh behind you as she sits proudly. “Well, well. Aren’t we the overachiever. Three possibilities, three victims. Must have been one of them, right? So why take your chances?” She dodges the question of who was the real contract, and you decide to drop it. She drops the key in your hands, telling you it was important that you did as you were told. And if you decided to join them, she would welcome you with open arms. And then, she was gone. 

You turn to look at the bodies, guilt crawling up your spine before you shake your head. To finish this quest, you were going to have to kill many others, so you tried to push it to the back of your mind. Tell yourself that it was just a game, and be on your way. 

Looting the room for any valuables, you check how good your armor is. You see the old nordic armor and that’s when your realize you must be somewhat far in the game level wise. You push the key into the lock, opening the door as you step into the rain, washing your shoes of the blood as you watch it move into the soil. You’re unable to fast travel, so you start trekking your way through the land of Haafingar, where the capitol of Skyrim sits on the natural formed rock. 

You were getting out of this game one way or another.

Finally after what felt like years, you’ve mapped the terrain you’ve seen so far and finally have stepped foot in Falkreath; the town where the Dark Brotherhood keeps its sanctuary. It’s a little trickier to find, compared to the actual game, but you make your way into what seems like a caved in clearing and there it is. 

The huge black door sat right in front of your eyes, making you distracted from the pool of bubbling blood in the center of the crater in the earth. Taking timid steps, you admire how tall the door is, pressing your hand into the Dark Brotherhood’s logo and finally hear the door speak. 

“What is the music of life?” 

You breathe slowly, level head from the madness that is seeping through the cracks in the rocks. “Silence, my brother.”  You’re almost starting to think it’s not working considering nothing is happening, but sure enough the locks click. 

“Welcome home.”

You push open the concrete door, and shut it behind you before making your way down the cave before you see Astrid in the door way next to what seems like a desk. It was filled with lists and contracts, and sacks of gold. They meant business down here. You approach her slowly, her head turning as she wears a wicked grin. There’s fresh blood on her armor which makes you lean back a bit. 

“Ah, at last! I hope you found the place all right,” she hums proudly, happy that she has added another to her family. You nod answering her question, fighting the urge to fidget with your thumb knowing she’ll notice the weakness. 

“So… what happens now?”

Astrid circles you. “Well, what happens now is you start your new life in the Dark Brotherhood. You’re a part of the family, after all.” She says softly, voice thick and melodic almost like she was born to rule and lead. She picks at her nails uninterested in the conversation as she sits at her desk. 

“This, as you can see, is our Sanctuary. You won’t find a safer place in all of Skyrim,” she laughs, playing with the Blade of Woe carelessly in her hands. “So get comfortable.” You take a look around, eyes fixating on a Stone of Barenziah that is sitting perfectly on the dresser in the next room. It takes all your power not to stuff it in your pocket considering you never had the chance to collect all twenty four in the game. Astrid is waiting your answer, and you can either sound like you’re sucking up, or like you want to get the job done. 

You go with the ladder.

“When do I get to kill someone?” You ask blandly, and she kicks her feet onto her desk, smiling. 

“Soon, my dearest. Soon. I’m arranging a job for you, but I need some more time. For now, go talk to Nazir. He may have some smaller contracts to tide you over.” You nod, about to walk past her before she laughs. “Soon, the Night Mother will arrive. And things around here are sure to get even more interesting.”

You’re trying to decipher the words, wondering if she knew the Night Mother was against everything Astrid believed in. In the game, The Dark Brotherhood always followed The Five tenets, which are a set of rules the Dark Brotherhood followed up to and during the Oblivion crisis. Once Astrid became the leader, she dropped the old ways and you think anyone who wants to turn back to the old threaten her leadership… who knows. 

“Ah, but one last thing,” She starts again pushing clothes into your hands, making you wish you had just walked past her and into the sanctuary. “A welcome home present. The armor of the Dark Brotherhood. May it serve you well in all your… endeavors.” Finally you’re free and you notice the new armor in your hand, and you’re quick to change into it adding points to your protection. You feel more normal now wearing the amor, pulling the cowl over your head and emerging deeper into the ruins before seeing many others just like you. 

They’re all in a circle, starting with Babette telling a story about how she killed an old man preying on her, admiring the young Vampire. As much as you wanted to stay and listen, you push past the new members to find Nazir who is listening carefully to Babette. 

His voice booms low and smooth, like everyone here had an alluring voice. He’s a Redguard, a skilled fighter with curved swords and poisons. You’re glad you’re on the same side. 

“So you’re the newest member of our dwindling, dysfunctional little family. I’ve heard quite a bit about you.” Nazir said with a stone face, making you question what the hell he’s heard. You’ve been inside of the sanctuary for not even ten minutes. You’re ready to introduce yourself but he stops. “Save the niceties for now. I have no intention of getting invested in someone who may be dead tomorrow. If you’re still breathing in a few weeks, I’m sure we’ll be the best of friends.” Right.

You retrain your thoughts, crossing your arms as you look around. “Astrid said you’d have some work for me?”

Nazir scoffs. “Did she, now? Well, as it turns out, there are a few lingering contracts we haven’t had the chance to complete just yet. And more, dribbling in from time to time. I’ll assign them to you as they become available. To be completed at your leisure.” You always liked getting quests from him. They weren’t huge ones that demanded you go traveling through Dwarven ruins, they were small ones that weren’t time sensitive. “Sound’s easy enough.”

“It is,” he snorts. “These aren’t particularly glamorous assassinations, I’ll be honest. Don’t pay much, either.” He goes on about the price of the kills, and how you can ‘turn them in’. Either after you complete them, or all at once. The first three were going to be easy to kill, but they were all around the map of Skyrim so you figure it best that you turn them in all at once. It would save you the running back and forth. 

Once he hands you the three available kills, you’re pushing through the black door and into the wilderness of Falkreath. The little hold was secluded southwest of Whiterun, the biggest hold on the continent. Which basically means, you’re screwed if you wanted to get these kills done fast. 

Like you had thought before, they weren’t hard.

The first one you went for, the easiest one, was Narfi. He was a beggar that lived in an old abandoned house right on the waterfall in Ivarstead. You’ve been to that town many times to walk the seven thousand steps on your way to learn from the Greybeards. And hell, you’re happy you weren’t stuck doing that quest. Narfi is asleep, as always, and a simple arrow to the his back was easy to kill him quickly and be on your way to Windhelm. 

The aforementioned city was known for the water supply around it, the mills along the river were great places to find jobs if one was looking. Thats where the next target was. Ennodius. His kill was fairly easy as well, if you had the right angle. You snuck up behind him in the small tent he slept in outside of the mill. You used your dagger this time instead, pushing the blade deep into his back for an instant kill granted by the game. 

You oddly felt remorse for the fictional characters, wondering who on earth would want them dead. Either way, you had to pursue somehow to get the hell back to your home. 

Dawnstar wasn’t far from there, one of the snowiest provinces in Skyrim. It had mines there which were good for finding ebony and steel, and Betild was the one who owned the mine. She was a badass if you’ve ever seen one, showing the men who worked alongside her how it was done. You wouldn’t be surprised if it was one of her fellow employee’s who had dropped the hit. 

There was never a good way, from what you remember, to kill her silently as you watched her character haunched over the drawing table. You steadied your arrow on the base of your thumb, pulling it all the way back to your ear and closing one eye. You take a breath and let go of the line, watching the arrow fly down and hit Betild. Your eyes are wide, wondering if it was the armor that made you almost perfect, or if you’ve had a genuine knack for this thing. You make a mental note, that once you’re the hell out of this game, you’re going to try it. 

The guards hadn’t found you, and to your concern you were home free, jumping down from the roof and into the snow, hearing the fresh crunch under your feet. You make your way back towards the carriage, knowing it would take you to Falkreath as you jumped in the back. Planting forty gold inside the drivers hand, you settle yourself in, ready to get some shut eye for the long trip. 

Well, the trip to Falkreath felt like two minutes for you, seeing that if you took the carriage in the game, you automatically fast traveled. Oddly you felt tired, but maybe it would go away. You were still unsure the dynamics of this game. 

You stepped down from the wooden carriage and waited for the horseman to be far enough before you trailed back into the woods to the sanctuary, trying to be mindful that no one sees you. You’re dreading to turn in your contracts, knowing you would be sent on a wild chase to kill a bandit holed up in a Dwarven ruin. To your surprise, and relief, once you step inside, Astrid is nowhere to be seen. 

You’re thinking for a second maybe the game is glitched, but as you head into the heart of the sanctuary, one of the main characters of the Dark Brotherhood quest line is already there, meaning it had skipped the quest before. 

Not complaining, you quickly turn in your targets to Nazir, quick to greet the jester, Taehyung. 

“Another member of the family! Hello, hello. So very good to meet you!” 

The enthusiasm in his voice was comical, exactly what you expected from the video game jester. You try not to get too close to him considering that he was, fictional for one, but also potentially damaging to the dark brotherhood. 

“It’s good to meet you too, Taehyung!” You smile at him, in turn he does his little weird dance that always made you laugh as you played the regular game. He clicked his heels around before beaming back at you.

“So polite!” He yelled, teeth flashing at you. You felt almost calmed by him, even if he was a madman. “Taehyung likes you. The Night Mother is sure to like you too. Oh, we’re going to be fast friends. Fast friends!”

You decided to leave the charming jester to his duties to their night mother, but you look around. Everyone was greeting the jester who had brought the memories of old times back to the Dark Brotherhood. Astrid, who had a scowl on her face, was leaning against the wall as she watched them all interact. You could tell there was a hint of jealousy in her eyes, but you wanted to mind your business. 

Astrid does, indeed grant you to Mourning Never Comes quest, killing the bandit thug in the Dwarven ruins. You make it short, killing who you had to and nothing more, turning back towards the sanctuary to get ready for the start of another quest. 

The longest one in the game, and the last one.

Upon reentering the sanctuary, you’re stopped as you report. Something tells you Astrid is on edge, even in her voice she sounds a little scared. 

“I need your assistance with a matter of a more… personal nature.” Astrid says it quietly like she was trying to keep it from someone, in which you move closer to her to listen better. 

“Is something wrong?”

“It’s Taehyung.” She wasted no time in diving in. “Ever since he arrived, his behavior’s been.. well, erratic would be an understatement. I do believe he is truly mad.” Panic is relevant in her voice as she stabs her knife into the table, turning towards you. 

“But its worse than that.. He’s taken to locking himself in the Night Mother’s chamber, and talking. To someone. In hushed, but frantic tones.” You listen carefully, wondering if he was really as crazy as she said. He didn’t seem the type to want to overthrow the blonde leader. “Who is he speaking with? What are they planning? I fear treachery.” 

You remain silent, one of the safe options in the game. Astrid is unraveling piece by piece as she runs her hand through her hair. 

“You must understand,” she pleads, eyes wide and frantic. “If Taehyung is turning the others against me… against us… our family would not survive such division.” You blink in awe, not really thinking that he could be capable of that, considering he had no true motive to turn the brotherhood on each other. 

You tread lightly. “What do you want me to do?” 

“Dear sister,” she laughs. “I need you to steal into that chamber, and eavesdrop on their meeting. It’ll be no use clinging to the shadows. They’ll see you for sure. No, you need a hiding place. Somewhere they’d never think to look.” She takes a break, blue eyes crazy as they stare you down. You can tell her head is all over the place, even if her voice remains unwavered. 

“Like, inside the night mothers coffin.”

You can’t even believe your ears, eyes wide as you pull down the black mask covering your face. To hide in a coffin with their dead Dremora seemed outrageous. She was serious about Taehyung trying to take over, considering she started urging you towards the resting place. 

“But that seems so… disrespectful.” You don’t mean to come off so harsh but she shrugged off your words. 

“Be that as it may, we have no other choice. You need to remain unseen! Now go! Before they meet. And report back to me with whatever you learn.”

With that, she’s pushing you deeper into the cavern as you make your way to the coffin. You notice everyone turning in for the night, and you feel nerves crawling up your neck. You have to calm yourself down, creeping into the night mothers room, considering that you knew Taehyung would be frantic and crazy after he finds out you had been spying on him. 

Of course it’s locked as you reach the huge metal holder, taking a lock pick to the latch before it clicks open. You’re grossed out by the mummy like corpse in there, but the game drags you into the coffin anyways as the door locks behind you. You’re face to face with their dead god, while footsteps follow right in. You hear the wicked humming, hands caressing the outside of the coffin before Taehyung starts talking. 

“Are we alone? Yes… yes… alone. Sweet Solitude. No one will ever hear us, disturb us. Everything is going to according to plan.  The others… I’ve spoken to them. And they’re coming around, I know it. The wizard, Festus Krex… perhaps even the Argonian, and the un-child. What about you? Have you… have you spoken to anyone? No… of course not. I do the talking, the stalking, the seeing and the saying. And what do you do? Nothing! Not… not that I’m angry! No… never! Taehyung understands. Heh.. Taehyung always understands! And obeys!”

You cringe as you listen to him talking to himself, sighing in disgust at the corpse as he goes on. 

“You will talk when you’re ready, won’t you? Wont you… sweet night mother.”

You’re about ready to fall asleep before the night mother’s corpse glows, and you about shit your pants. 

“Poor Taehyung,” she croaks, her aura and spirit engulfing you enough to almost suffocate you. “Dear Taehyung.. Such a humble servant, but he will never hear my voice. For he is not the listener.”

Taehyung cuts in. “Oh, but how can I defend you? How can I exert your will? If you will not speak? To anyone?”

“Oh, but I will speak.” She continues. “I will speak to you, for you are the one. Yes, you. You, who shares my iron tomb, who warms my ancient bones, I give you this task; journey to Volunruud. Speak with Around Motierre.”

Her tomb goes black as you are turned in the coffin, Taehyung’s voice ringing in your ear.

“Poor Taehyung has failed you. Poor Taehyung is sorry, sweet mother. I’ve tried, so very hard. But I just can’t find the listener.”

The Night mother speaks again. “Tell Taehyung that the time has come. Tell him the words he has been waiting for, all these years.” As she whispers the sacred words, you’re pulled out of the coffin and onto your ass, Taehyung holding a knife to your throat. 

You have to admit, the crazy look in his eyes as he held your head back was probably the hottest thing you’ve seen all day. Until he started yelling. 

“What? What treachery! Defiler! Debaser and defiler! You have violated the sanctity of the Night Mother’s coffin. Explain yourself!”

You lay there out of breath, as he yells. “Speak worm!”

You push him off of you, the bells on his boots jingle as he falls back. “The night mother spoke to me! She said I am the one! She said to tell you, ‘Darkness rises when silence dies’.” 

He stopped in his tracks, knife long forgotten on the floor as he breathed. “Then it is true! She is back, our lady is back! She’s chosen a listener, she has chosen you!” He starts to click his heels, happy as he reveled in celebration, the sound of footsteps pausing the laughter as the doors to the night mothers chamber had been opened. 

Astrid stood at the door, panting as her face was drained of color. “By within, this ends now! Back away, fool. Whatever you’ve been planning is over!”

You listen to them go back and forth about the listener, before Astrid rushes into you, her face full of disbelief. 

“When I heard Taehyung screaming, I knew you had been discovered. I feared the worst. Are you all right?”

You nod as she checks over you. “Yes, I’m fine.”

She’s quick to cut you off. “Then what in within’ name is going on? Taehyung spoke to the night mother, but she spoke to you? Is this more of his rambling?” 

“It’s true,” you pant. “The night mother spoke to me, she said I was the one. She told me to meet with Amound Motierre in Volunruud.”

She seems surprised, and almost a little hurt as she retreats from the close proximity she had on you. 

“I have no idea who that is,” She admits.  “But Volunruud. I have heard of that, and I know where it is.”

You cautiously follow her as she almost storms off back to her office. “Should I go to Volunruud? I should talk to this man?”

Astrid stops in her tracks, turning on you as your eyes grow like saucers. 

“No,” she mumbles before yelling. “No! Listen, I don’t know what’s going on here, but you take your orders from me. Are we clear on that?” You can tell she’s losing a grip as she storms off towards the table. 

“Go see Nazir, do some work for him. I’ll find you when Im ready to discuss the matter further.” With that, she’s sending you off, and you’re dreading the next few contracts but at least it keeps you busy. Killing a vampire and an Orc isn’t easy, but they definitely pass the time. You were honestly a little scared. You’re curious if the game is going to stray from the storyline. Astrid was intimidating, yes, but you know that she’s actually on edge. From what you can tell, she’s a little skeptical of the jester and yourself. 

Not before long you’re back in front of Astrid, her office silent as she’s figuring out what to say. 

Finally, she speaks. “We need to talk.” The tone startles you as you nod for her to continue. “Something is happening here. I’m not sure entirely what that something is, but… well, we need to find out. If the night mother really did give you an order to talk to a contract, we’d be mad to ignore it. Having Taehyung here has caused enough madness, I think you’ll agree.”

You nod, ready to speak but she points to the door. “Go, sister. Go to Volunruud and find Amound Motierre and see where all this leads.” You get the notification that you have another quest as you move out of the stone iron door, and make your way to Volunruud. 

It’s past Whiterun and in the mountains. Once you finally get to the ruin, you open the double gate to the stone resting place of many Nords. Its eerily quiet, and you can almost hear your own heartbeat, but you aren’t worn out yet. Thanks to the fast travel. 

You delve deeper into the ruins, pulling out your dagger from its holder as a couple of skeletons approach you, the yellow torches lighting your way as you slice them into dust, stepping over their bodies before moving into the cavern. 

There he stood, past a dead drauger and past a hanging of vines, he stands proud with a bodyguard close behind him. 

“The night mother heard your pleas, Motierre.”

His bodyguard stands even closer as he nods frantically. “I’m so glad you’re here. Please, allow me to state my business. Surely your time is as valuable as my own. I would like to arrange a contract. Several, actually. I daresay, the most important work your organization has had in, well… centuries.”

“Go on,” You urge, watching the way he fiddled with an expensive looking amulet. 

“As I said, I want you to kill several people. You’ll find the targets, as well as their manners of elimination, quite varied. I’m sure someone of you disposition will probably even find it enjoyable. But you should know that these killings are but means to an end. For they pace the way to the most important target.”

Motierre seems almost bursting with excitement. “The real reason I’m speaking with a cutthroat in the bowels of this detestable crypt, for I seek the assassination of the emperor.”

You shrug, not even phased. “Leaders rise and fall. Business is business.”

He sighed in relief. “Here. Take these. They need to be delivered to your um.. superior.” His bodyguard. Rexus, delivers the items to you. The letter in detail is what needs to be done, while the amulet is for the payment. 

You take everything, asking no more questions, and getting the hell out of the little crypt as you scramble through the doors. You bound over to Astrid, almost knocking into her as you give her the information. 

“He wants us to kill the emperor!”

“You’re joking.” Her eyes widen as you hand her the amulet and the letter, eyes mulling over the items in her hand. “I guess we should follow the list and kill whoever is first huh?” Her eyes gleam with an almost sadistic glow. You gather things for your trip, moving past the huge stone door before meeting Taehyung at the entrance. He has a sack with him as well, much like yours and you’re confused. He never followed the listener in the game, so you’re wondering if this is just another glitch. 

He smiles like the dork he is, moving towards you as you both move towards the exit of the forest. 

“You okay if I come with you? Taehyung hasn’t had a good adventure in a while,” He hummed, making you laugh to yourself. He was funny. 

You shrug. “Sure I don’t see why not.. You’d just be sitting in the sanctuary tending to the night mother right?” Taehyung seems a little surprised, but he’s back on the beat as you guys make the way towards solitude. You weren’t gonna bother making the trip to and fro in between targets. You knew who you needed to kill and you’re hoping the end of this quest gets you the fuck out of here. 

“Yeah! Haha, funny thing is, that’s exactly what I would do. Have been doing it for years and years now.. I needed something different. Not sure what it is, but you seem like something I should follow.” Your eyebrow raises as Taehyung’s words but he quickly shakes his head, taking out a small bottle of Nord mead. “So, who are we killing first?”

“The emperor,” You say dryly, like it wasn’t this huge task. “We’re heading to solitude to kill his niece… at her wedding.” Taehyung laughs first and you follow suit, snickering behind your hand. It was twisted, and in any other situation you’d feel bad, but you knew in this game there would be minimal blood. Not like Resident Evil.

“That’s pretty funny, Y/N!” 

You smile but stay silent, trekking to Solitude as the night falls even darker. It was nice having Taehyung with you. The dark twisted joke he cracked on the way made the trip more bearable. Thanks to the game, you didn’t get anymore tired as you decided to fast travel the rest of the way to Skyrim’s capital. You felt a little nervous, even more so when Cicero mentioned that he was wanted in this town anyways. You snuck him in during the night, cowering by the walls as you climbed up to the security guard bridges, and waited on the ledge. You notice the loose gargoyle, and sit by it until the night slowly turned into the day. 

Taehyung sat close to you, a huge hood covering his features as he looked at you. You guess you kinda stared back at him for a moment, studying the soft features he had which was a deep contrast to his personality. 

“What?” You laugh, which makes Taehyung shrug. 

“Dunno,” he mumbles. He was fighting with the little bell on his jester outfit, moving to check to see Vitoria about to give her speech. You could sense he was going to say something, but Taehyung was up in seconds with his palms on the stone gargoyle hanging over her head. “Cmon! Quickly!”

You sprint up, hands helping his as you push the stone out of the holding, watching it fall a couple feet, before watching the bride herself fall to the floor. You and Taehyung are quick to make a getaway, almost tripping yourself as you escaped out of the side gates of the hold. It was fun, laughing with the brunette as you made it past the huge river, seeing the emperor’s huge ship. You and Taehyung take a double take at each other. 

“I’ve never seen his ship here this early?” You nod along with the jester, looking towards the huge wooden ship that was docking down at the East Empire Company. You’re wondering if you should cut the mission short. “You’re not supposed to be here are you?” Your eyes widen as you turn to him. You’re at a loss for words as you turn to him, crouching in the bushes just outside of the docs. 

“What do you mean?”

Taehyung shrugs. “Ever since I met you in the Sanctuary, I just knew that you weren’t supposed to be there. Even if you were special,” He laughed, face turning red before he looked to the ship. “Cmon.. You wanna take him out right here?” You look at him like a madman, cause he is.. but you were shocked. 

“You uh.. you don’t want to follow the plan?” You wondered if it would mess up the game for him, but it seemed Taehyung didn’t really care. He pulled your arm towards a huge bush, undergrowth and all as he crouched. 

“I mean.. I think after you leave, the world will return to how it was before I met you, and before I joined the dark brotherhood. I’ll be traveling with the night mother, and I won’t know Astrid. She plans to kill me, so. Once I get you out of here, I’ll be safe..” He looked a little sad, hand moving to hold yours. “Even if I really don’t want you to go.. If you were to stay and continue the quest, I know you would protect me from her, and soon I would be able to be your loyal father but.. Obviously you’re not supposed to be here..”

You smiled at him, holding his hand back. You wondered if you guys would really be here for a while, long enough to have a relationship, but that’s not where your head is. Your head is trying to get the hell out of here. 

“Yeah.. I should really get back.. even if I want to stay as well.”

Taehyung sighed. “Well.. let’s get a move on then.”

You guys trek through the shallow water before you’re swimming under the boat, pulling the chain that leads to the deepest part of the ship. You guys both start sneaking, your bow in hand while Taehyung had his dagger. You guys take turns silently killing people, your bow moving through the air to hit unsuspecting soldiers in the head, while Taehyung uses the backstab skill to kill others as well without alerting the whole ship. 

You’re moving past the Emperor’s guards like nothing, using the last couple of arrows as you finally reach the captain’s quarters, the emperor sitting in his chair. Emperor Titus Mede, sitting and waiting for your arrival. You and Taehyung share surprised looks that there’s no guards, and Titus Mede starts talking.

“And, Once more, I prove Commander Maro the fool. I told him you can’t stop the Dark Brotherhood. Never could.” You move forward in shock, before he starts talking directly to you. “Come now, don’t be shy. You haven’t come this far just to stand there gawking.”

“You were… expecting me?”

“You and I have a date with destiny, it would seem. But so it is with assassins and emperors, hmm? Yes, I must die. And you must deliver the blow. It is simply the way it is. But I wonder… would you suffer an old man a few more words, before the deed is done?” You remain silent, as if telling him to go on. “You will hear me out, then? Good.”

“You will kill me, and I have accepted that fate. But regardless of your path through life, I sense in you a certain… ambition. So I ask of you a favor. And Old man’s dying wish. While there are many who would see me dead, there is one who set the machine in motion. This person, whomever he or she may be, must be punished for their treachery. Once you have been rewarded for my assassination, I want you to kill the very person who ordered it. Would you do me this kindness?”

You sit and mull over the idea in your head, turning to Taheyung as you nod. 

“I’ll consider your request.”

The emperor smiles. “Now onto the business on hand…” he gets up and turn away from you, as he waits for the final blow. You waste no time in pulling back your bow, lodging the arrow right into the back of his head as he falls down to his doom, the dangerous music chanting in your ears finally coming to a rest as he dies. 

You and Taehyung stare at each other before he sighs, looking at you. “Now that’s no fun.. he didn’t even put up a fight.” The jester laughs, before crossing his arms. “I’ll make sure Amound Motierre dies, after you leave, Y/N.”

“Thank you,” you say quietly, eyes wide as you watch him pull out the blade he kept on him, pressing a kiss to your lips. One that was so soft and tender, you still felt it tingling as he knocked the living daylights out of you. 

The next scene that your eyes lay on, is a wooden door in the middle of a stone cold room. 

[ksj-com]

There Is No Game Over-

Welcome to the Family

- Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

- Genre: Resident Evil 7!AU, horror, angst, action, violence, slight fluff

- Warnings/Tags: torture cutting scene, characters tied up against will, reader torture gagged, mentally insane characters, cussing, gore, killing scenes, monsters, may need prior Resident Evil 7 knowledge to understand some scenes, life or death scenes, deputy Jungkook, death, weapons mention, argument scene, light jokes, little kissing, feeling of helplessness, sudden ending, Namjoon having to choose between you or other people to save

- Word Count: 6,613 words

- Summary: Being kidnapped by the Bakers always put you on edge when playing Resident Evil 7. Tagging along with Namjoon and helping him escape to find his girlfriend, you grow a deeper connection with him then you did while playing on a VR. 

|| Masterlist ||

A/N: Credit to @pjm-com​ for writing some of these scenes

The sound of a man screaming rings through your ears drums. You thought it was going to be Jungkook, but the next time you opened your eyes there was a man sitting next to you. Another man, who you realized was Jack from Resident Evil 7, was cutting the man’s cheek. You remembered this scene so vividly: Namjoon, the main character, didn’t want to eat the Baker family’s dinner because it was a bunch of organs and bugs. In result, Jack’s temper led to the moment that was unfolding in front of your eyes. Namjoon couldn’t fight back since he was restrained by ropes that tied his arms and legs to the chair. You wanted to get up and run, you knew this game map like the back of your hand, but you were in the same situation. Your arms and legs were tied tightly against the chair you were sitting on. A rag wrapped around your head, touching the back of your throat to cause you to gag if a sound threatened to come out. You decided to not risk budging, and continued to watch.

“He’s not eatin’ it, Jack! He’s not eatin’ it!” Marguerite shouts at the top of her lungs, her voice making you cringe.

“Shut the hell up, Marguerite,” Jack groans. Marguerite storms off as a response, leaving you both with Jack, Lucas, and Grandma Eveline. Jack was about to cut another slice in Namjoon’s other cheek, but the doorbell rings throughout the house.

“I bet it’s that damn cop again,” Lucas mentions before they both exit the kitchen. Eveline stayed in her wheelchair, perfectly silent and still. Because you’ve already played this game before, you knew she was nothing to worry about for now.

You watch Namjoon take this chance to try to escape the confines of the chair, tipping and knocking the chair over on its side. The weak wood chair breaks under Namjoon’s crashing weight. You both cringe from the loud noise that echoes from the crash. The second he shakes the rope off his wrists and ankles he rushes over to you, untying the cloth around your mouth and all the areas you were being tied down. Once he reaches your ankles, he notices that you have the same heartbeat watch that he has on his wrist.

“Looks like whatever they did to my wrist, they did the same to your ankle” he says. You look at his wrist for the first time. Previously in the game, Namjoon went through a chainsaw fight and the result ended in him losing one of his hands. Now, his hand looked as if it was stapled back on and fully functional. On top of that, he had a watch that tracked his health when playing the game. Comparing his wrist to your ankle, it looked exactly the same except your foot was the one that was stapled on instead.

You thought about what was going through Namjoon’s head during this whole game. Through the horrors and dangers of the infected household; did he ever think Mia wasn’t worth it? After all, his girlfriend is the reason why he was here in the first place.

“Namjoon, is Mia really worth all of this?” Your voice croaks. You were parched from having a rag pushed all the way to the back of your throat for so long.

He looks up at you flabbergasted. “Of course, why wouldn’t she be? There’s obviously something wrong with her and this place in general.”

You nod agreeing with him. You didn’t want to be here. You finished this game once and you definitely didn’t want to do it again…like this.

“Plus, she was your best friend. Don’t you think she’s worth it too?” He asks you. So that’s why you’re here. Memories flood into your head like a barrier just broke within your mind. You remember the beginning of the story now from your perspective.

•••

You were in the middle of watching TV when you saw the phone call from Namjoon. 

“Hello?” You brought the phone to your ear. You haven’t talked to Namjoon ever sense Mia went missing three years ago. He went off the walls when she was declared dead by the police. He knew something couldn’t be right.

“Hey, (Y/N). It’s Namjoon. Before you hang up I need to ask you something,” He waits to see if you would stay on the call before he dared to continue.

You sigh. “Is this about Mia?”

“Yes, but she’s alive. Trust me. She sent me video footage of her and I think she’s in danger. She’s in Louisiana and I was thinking that—“

“I could come with you?” You interrupt. The phone line goes silent. He was scared of your response. He obviously didn’t want to go alone. “Send me the video she sent you,” You say and hang up the call. There was no way you were actually considering going to Louisiana with Namjoon to find her…but she was your best friend after all.

A minute later you receive the video from Namjoon:

“What the fuck?” You mutter to yourself. You immediately go back to the text conversation between you and Namjoon. ‘I’m in,‘ you text him.

•••

And just like that, you were sucked into this mess. You snap back to present day, now untied from the chair. You knew exactly what to do: help Namjoon find Mia and get the hell out of this game…if you survive. You didn’t know how to tell Namjoon that you knew exactly what to do. Every jump scare, every fighting scene, every plot twist was ingrained into your mind. “Namjoon can I ask you one thing?” You rub the raw skin on your wrists.

“Anything.”

“Just…do what I say and follow me when I tell you to. You aren’t exactly logical when it comes to Mia sometimes,” you feel as though that’s the best possible way to tell him that you are in charge here. His brows furrow, but he nods in agreement. “Okay good, let’s looks around here.” You knew everything that needed to be found, opening drawers that contained ammo for the gun you will be getting later.

“I found a hatch!” Namjoon whispers loudly to get your attention. You had hoped he would find that hatch since that’s what you needed to get through to get to the next part of the game. He pulls at the wood door on the ground, but it doesn’t budge. “God dammit, it’s locked” he huffs.

“Stick with me. Let’s find the key.” This was the challenging part: the key was at the end of the hallway. In the game, when you approach the key area, Jack reappears. And worst of the all, he sees you and ends up chasing you around until you pick up the key and step into the hatch.

You and Namjoon were now sitting at the end of the hallway. As you stood in front of him, you slowly walk forward. “Why are you being so sl-“ Namjoon’s whisper stops abruptly when Jack comes walking to the end of the hallway. His posture hangs over a table, where the key was sitting, until he notices you both.

“Thought you’d just slip out before dinner was done?” Jack approaches with an axe in his hand.

You turn around, slipping past Namjoon for you to be in front again. You had to do this right because who knows if you would get a second chance. You grip Namjoon’s hand so you didn’t leave him behind anywhere. Making your way around the dining room and into the living room as Jack was on your heels. You circled around the living room table and back out to the hallway that contained no threat. This was your time as you both ran towards the key, but Namjoon smacks into your nonmoving back when Jack breaks through the wall in front of you.

“You’re wasting your time” Jack grunts.

You were so out of breath but the fear of death has you turning back around. Luckily, the new hole in the wall was in the room that contained the hatch. You looped around once again, going through the hole in the wall and snatching the key up on the table. Jack was no longer behind you both, but that didn’t stop you from rushing to the hatch door and unlocking it as quick as possible. You and Namjoon hopped in and closed the door behind you. The space was so cramped that you both had to be on your hands and knees to fit. It looked as if you were under the house. Ripped up foundation was the ceiling, while the floor was matted down dirt and trash. Broken windows, lawn equipment, and trash bags all crammed against the walls. You had wondered how they even stored this stuff down here to begin with.

“It reeks down here,” Namjoon scrunches his nose. The smell of mildew and garbage made you want to puke while you both crawl your way over to the other side of the hatch. The other side led you to a hole opening to another room in the house. He waits for you to pull yourself out of the opening before saying, “Where the hell are we now?”

The safe room, you thought to yourself. “Looks like the laundry room, I think we’re safe otherwise he would’ve been waiting here for us,” you patted yourself on the back for the improv.

“You’re right, but how do we get out of here without him seeing us?” He pulls his fingers through his tangled hair. You knew that once you stepped out of the room Jack wouldn’t be there, but one of the many boss battles that occur in the game is coming up sooner than you would like.

You eventually convinced Namjoon that you couldn’t stay in that room forever, and he finally grew enough courage to follow you through the open door. Once he realized that Jack was no where to be found, he continued to scavenge the area for any remaining things that could be useful.

A knocking on one of the windows stopped Namjoon in his tracks. You approach it, but Namjoon grabs your wrist. “What the hell are you doing? Would if it’s one of them?” He hisses.

Annoyed, you yank your wrist from his grasp. You knew who it was and you knew you were going to be safe. It was out of his knowledge to know these things, but you still couldn’t help but feel a bit offended that he would think that you would be stupid enough to approach something you weren’t sure about. You kept walking, ignoring his questions. He follows close behind, curious to see if something bad occurs. Not to your surprise, a cop stands at the window. Barb wire and broken wood planks spread across the window frame, but there was still enough space between the ripped up boards to see him in his uniform. The usual person that you would see as the cop in the game was replaced by someone that sent chills down your spine. It was Jungkook.

“Jungkook?” You gasp to yourself He looks at you confused, he didn’t recognize his own name. Is this a glitch?

“It’s deputy,” he scoffs.

“Okay, deputy, I know this is asking for a lot but could we use your pocket knife? We’re being held hostage in this house with no protection and we need your help. There are crazy people in this house,” You wanted to hide the fact that your eyes were bulging out of your skull because of the person you were talking to right now.

“Whoa whoa…not so fast. You don’t exactly seem like you’re playing with a full deck of cards yourself,” he reads your expression, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed into yours.

“Are you serious?” You say. He says that same line to Namjoon in the original game, but he’s talking to you this time. You figured he would go off script at least for that one.

“Listen, there have been several missing person cases around here, how do I know you’re not involved?” His flashlight is shining brightly at your face.

“You let me borrow your pocket knife and I’ll tell you whatever you want in the garage. The garage door is opened by a button which is inside a box that’s covered in tape. I need to get in there somehow,” You pray that this works since you weren’t going by the original dialogue of the video game cutscene anymore.

‘Jungkook’ thinks for a second before nodding slightly. He hands you a small knife through the gap in the window, “Garage. Now.”

You give him a nod before turning back around to meet the eyes of a confused Namjoon. “What?” You question. What does he have to say now?

“What was that?” he crosses his arms, quizzing you.

You roll your eyes. “What was what, Namjoon?” Your attitude raises, you just wanted to get out of here.

“The pocket knife, it wasn’t even in his hand or in sight when you asked him for it…how did you know he had one?” Namjoon’s voice was the only thing that made sound in the house.

You felt your body run cold, letting out a laugh to hide the fact that you had no logical explanation to give him. “Just a lucky guess. It’s a cop, so I just assumed he had something other than one gun,” you play it off with a shrug. Walking past him, you make your way down to the garage to cut open the taped barrier. A red button was now clearly visible when opening the metal cabinet-like door, so you don’t hesitate to smash the button and watch the door to the garage scale up. The garage was now completely laid out in front of you and Namjoon now. A police car and it’s lights rotated around the walls. The cop noticed you both immediately and approached you aggressively.

“Now, tell me what you guys are doing out here tonight?” He yells.

Namjoon couldn’t stand letting you talk all the time, so he steps in front of you to answer. “I’m trying to find my wife that went missing and things went bat-shit crazy—“

The police’s head whips around to see that the garage door that separates the outside world from this hellhole was now closing. “Put that door back up! Put that door back up!” He points his finger at you frantically, but by then it was too late. Namjoon stumbles back from fear, gasping for breath. A shovel was pushed through the deputy’s head from behind, the top of his head slides off of the shovel and onto the ground to reveal who was behind this act. It was Jack.

You’re half surprised that Jack is standing behind the beheaded cop, considering Jungkook, or who you thought was Jungkook, was in the game. You have a slight worry that the game won’t follow it’s normal track, but for now you act on instinct.

“Lets go!” You yell, yanking Namjoon by the arm considering he’s frozen to the floor. Making a jump for it, you scramble to get the keys that are lying innocently on the workbench before dashing to the other side of the garage. Namjoon is tripping over his own feet, rambling about how you even knew the keys were there. The sound of Jack’s shovel is slamming into the large metal shelf placed in the middle of the floor, sending cans of paint and debris everywhere. You use that little setback to shove Namjoon into the passenger seat, hopping in the drivers side and shoving the keys into the ignition. You’re almost convinced that the starter won’t flip, but after a few clicks the engine rumbles to life.

“Is this my own fucking car?” Namjoon yells, and you ignore him while pushing the pedal to the floor and attempting to run over Jack. Namjoon is scrambling to get his seatbelt on as if you guys were even leaving the garage. “Y/N, what the fuck are you doing?”

Sometimes, you wanted to just duck tape his mouth. “Namjoon, shut the hell up.”

He says nothing further as you throw the gear into reverse and step on the gas, backing up into the concrete wall before flooring it forwards again. It takes a few tries, but after the third or fourth crash, Jack is gone. You know better that he isn’t on the ground, and within seconds is peeling the roof back. Even if you know what’s coming, you and Namjoon share the same screaming as Jack pushes you aside and starts to drive the car. You remember the line perfectly, but the sound of Jack talking is drowned out by the tires squealing and various things breaking in the garage. You duck in your seat, bracing for the impact.

“Lower your head!”

“Why?” Namjoon says back, like it was the calmest thing in the word. His eyes bulge as he looks in front of him, and he’s sinking into his seat in seconds before Jack is driving the car into the metal beam.

Silence fills the garage and it’s almost deafening. You take a quick look towards Jack, not breathing in the middle of the seat, before scrambling out of the car and grabbing the gun. Namjoon unbuckles his belt and does the same, eyes glued to the figure in the car as you back into the opposite wall. Your faces light with red tones as the car goes up in flames, Jack coming out unscathed with his hand out. You’re quick to aim the gun at his head, shooting three times before he drops to the ground, the final explosion of the car leaving you and Namjoon on your feet. Once deemed safe, you’re locking your arms together and moving towards the ladder that drops to the floor.

“That was fucking crazy,” Namjoon shouts, and you can’t do anything else besides agree with him. He starts searching the garage for first aid med’s and any coins, or lock picks he could find. At least he still had that common sense. “Can I have the gun?” All shakiness aside, you hand the gun to him, heart slamming at the base of your sternum while Namjoon motions to climb the ladder. You’re one foot up before Jack spawns right next to you, leaving you caged between him and Namjoon.

“Do I have your attention? I’m about to show you something wonderful.”

You practically mouthed those words as he said them, eyes shut before you feel the hot blood splatter all over your face. The gunshot silences the room, even Namjoon’s breathing had come to a halt as the sound of Jack’s body hits the floor. You’re almost unfazed as you start climbing the ladder, leaving Namjoon down there wondering what the fuck just happened. He moves slow, sluggish like he’s about to pass out. You don’t care that you’re leaving him in the dust. You needed to get the metal ox head to open the door for later, and that’s the only thing on your mind.

Jack was out of the way. For now.

It’s been hours.

You and Namjoon haven’t made a dent in getting out it seems. You can feel the weight of the two brass dog heads in your pocket and the way they clink together is almost teasing. You need the third one to unlock the door to the outside, your mind is going crazy just thinking about it. The game is still on track, the monsters popping out at certain times, and you know that soon you’re going to have to face Jack again.

“Y/N. You think we have enough ammo?” Namjoon asks softly, like he’s tired. You can see it in his face too. His eyes look sunken in, back hunched even though he is steadily alert. You nod silently at his question, knowing that he was itching to get out of here too. You both halt before the double doors, knowing what lies behind them and in the back of his mind, Namjoon does too. He’s terrified. That he’s fighting for nothing, that he might lose you in the next fight. That he won’t be useful to you or Mia.

He’s not even sure why the hell he keeps going, any man in their right mind would’ve left the moment they entered the house but something tells Namjoon to stay. As you both enter the downstairs shower room, you can hear the low growl of the monsters pulling out of the wall, the black tar connecting them to the house as if it was one being.

You wince at the sight, shotgun ready as Namjoon loads up the Albert-01, and you both stand back to back to look at the masses slugging towards you. The huge black monster was most likely someone that had died in the Baker house. Maybe Clancy. The black claws on the end of the deformed hands were lunging at you both left and right, the head with huge canines for teeth wide open with the tongue hanging out. You leave minimal time to examine them further since you’re sick of seeing them, and move the shotgun barrel closer before pulling the tigger.

“Works every time,” you say to yourself, watching the head explode into black chunks that dissolve into the tile grout underneath your feet. You watch Namjoon take out the other monster one shot at a time, bullets flying through the skin before finally dropping to the ground. You’re unfazed as you reach the morgue, stomach dropping at the sight of the body bags dangling from the ceiling, the bronze dog head glinting in the light. You feel a wave of relief wash over you. You wanted to get out of this fucking mess.

“Joon! Look,” you breathe, scrambling up the stairs with Namjoon in tow. You both sit like idiots, watching it suspend from the metal beams over your head.

“Fucking finally. Let’s grab it and get out of here.”

You grab his hand, and prepare to jump as soon as you hear the floor boards creak behind you. You could never get away from him.

Pushing off of the ledge, you and Namjoon hurdle into the bottom half of the morgue, considering the area was a loft type of room. You both tuck before you hit the ground, rolling a little bit and soon in seconds you’re back on your feet. Jack jumps down like he’s supposed to, a huge version of hedge trimmers lay in his hand, snapping at any skin he could. Pushing the body bag to stun him like in the game, you soon get bored from the Mary-go-round game you play. It seems Jack does too considering he’s ripping open the chainlink fence.

“Another chainsaw!” Namjoon shouts, lunging across the concrete floor to grab at it before distancing himself. You, having already finished the game, pull out the circular saw. You didn’t wanna use it until now when it would be super handy. This wouldn’t have worked in the game, but once you both get Jack down, you and Namjoon stick the blades of each weapon into his gorging tumor. It shreds through the various amounts of adipose tissue, ripping through the dermal layer of skin before exploding the entire upper torso.

Great, you think. Another fluid to wash off my body. Back to the wall, you watch Jack’s nerve endings come alive in the bottom half of his body. It takes a couple steps towards you before falling.

Namjoon winces. “Just fucking stay dead, okay!?”

You felt a little more sluggish as you made your way back upstairs, glad no other monsters were spawning. You were beyond irritated. What if you actually died in this game? Would you wake up and it would’ve all been a fever dream? Or would your mom come in and find you gone? Would you re-spawn over and over again? It hurt your head to think about, so you leave it alone. Namjoon can feel your tense emotion as he trudges in front of you, flashlight pointing at the dark tunnels of the basement.

“You think we got a good chance of finding Mia?” He sounds cautious as he turns back to you, eyes pleading for you to say something. You’ve been silent for a little. You chew on your lip, debating if you even wanted to start something right now. You wanted to get out of there, too. Not at the expense of your life. So you decide to not bite your tongue.

“You still want to?”

Namjoon’s eyes widen a little. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because!” You snap, stopping in the middle of the tar-soaked hallway crossing your arms over your chest. “She almost beat you within an inch of your life the first twenty minutes we were inside the house! This family has been trying to kill us over and over again, and I have no doubt that they will come back. Why do you still want to stay?” Namjoon is deep in thought, voice cracking as he tries to speak.

“Other than the fact that I love her… It’s the right thing to do. I don’t know what else to do, so can’t you just work with me here?!” He’s yelling now, tears welling in his eyes while the ridges of his knuckles turning white as he clenches his fist around the Albert-01. You’re ready to rip out your hair, turning on him.

“I’ve been working with you, Namjoon! This whole fucking time!” You scream, voice straining. “Risking my life for someone who’s already infected! Aren’t you tired? Don’t you want to go home!?” Your chest is heaving, hands pushing your hair back as you drop the subject, continuing down the hall and up the stairs. It stays painfully silent, the tension thick between you and Namjoon. Once you enter the safe room, you feel little relieved as you push the cassette tape into the recorder.

The room was dimly lit by a single lamp placed in a wooden desk. The floor was slightly messy, papers were pressed into the floor boards and the shelves had miscellaneous items lazily thrown about. Random paintings were placed on the wall, one of a woman in a victorian-like dress and the others of simple nature. The huge green chest was sitting off to the side which held all of the things we didn’t need or didn’t have room to carry around.

“I’m sorry” Namjoon’s voice comes in from behind you

“Just forget it,” you scoff, back still facing towards him.

“No,” he shakes his head, eyes still focused on the back of your head.

“Namjoon-“

“You have no idea how important you are to me, (Y/N)!” He cuts you off before you could counter anything he had to say. You turn around to meet eyes with him. “I can’t lose you too…” he shakes his head. The feeling of your arms around him, makes his inner dam break. Tears flow down his cheeks and his sobs are hard as he gasps for breath after each cry. You just stood there, not letting go of his shaking body. This is what he needed right now.

“We’ll find her, and if we don’t, then we’ll die doing it” those words coming out of your mouth scared the shit out of you, but you couldn’t let Namjoon see that right now.

“Would if she’s not worth dying for?” He says quietly. You finally decide to let him go, both of you still close to one another.

“Then we won’t die,” you look up at him. Although he was more than half a foot taller than you, you didn’t feel small in front of him. Mentally, he looked up to you. He always thought you were the strongest person he ever met, and you were still living up to those standards. “Maybe we should try to wipe some of this blood and nasty black shit off or something?” You say, breaking away from his gaze.

“Sounds like a good idea” he laughs.

You take one of the pieces of fabric off of one of the drawers. “Damn, no mirrors in here,” you look around.

“Give it to me, I can do it.” You hand him the cloth and he searches your face. Why did this seem like such an intimate act to him? The cloth barely makes contact with your face. His motions were so gentle and slow. His wristband showed a red line across his wrist that you couldn’t help but glance at. You watched his face focus on the areas he was trying to wipe. When you met eyes, a smile broke onto both of your faces.

“Almost done?” Your voice hums.

“Yup, my turn,” he smiles and drops the cloth into your palms. He sits on the desk, making you more eye level to him. You swallow harshly before stepping in front of his open legged position. You peel his dark brown hair off of his sticky forehead.

“You got some sweaty ass forehead,” you joke.

“Shut up” he chuckles. The cloth drags down his face and around his mouth. Running along his lips, he pushes your hand down and away from his face. To your surprise, he brings his lips to yours. His hands lightly rested at the bottom of your back as his lips moved slowly around yours. Your eyes flutter shut and you felt yourself get lost in the moment. The kiss remained slow and meaningful until you pulled away.

“Namjoon this is—“

“Wrong? It doesn’t feel like it,” he kisses you again, except after a few seconds he’s the one that pulls away. “Unless it does for you, we can stop.”

“Shut up you dummy,” you take his head in your hands and pull him into another kiss. His arms wrap completely around you and pull you as close as you could be. He takes your bottom lip between his teeth, pulling and letting it snap back. Once the kiss was finished, both of your lips were red and swollen. The smiles on your lips slowly faded when you realized the reality that you two were in again.

“I suppose we should heal up ourselves with some med kits before going back out there,” you sigh. He nodded, watching you dig through the big green chest and scrounge up two medkits. Returning to Namjoon, you were about to shoot the medkit into his vein until you caught a look at his wristwatch. It was already green.

Wait, what? You thought to yourself. You swore that he was in the red a couple minutes ago.

“You healed me,” he answers the confusion that you were thinking to yourself.

You look up to him still confused. “How?”

“Hell if I know, but look at yours. You’re no different” he says. You look down at your ankle, what was once a blinking orange line, was now green as well.

“Well I guess we don’t need medkits anymore,” you look up at him bright-eyed. You had this game in the bag now! After placing the medkits back into the chest, it was time to go. Namjoon cocked his gun for it to be ready to fire at anytime.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

You were determined, now more than ever, to finally get the fuck out of the property.

Killing the mom was the scariest for you. It seemed like everywhere you went, the bugs were following you. In your ear, in your mouth.. But finally, Namjoon had killed the mom, grabbing the lantern and bolting out of there. Grabbing the two key cards was easy enough, but if you were honest, Lucas was scary in a psycho sadistic way. You had a feeling he knew how to fuck with somebody’s mind, which made traveling through his house all the more scarier.

Namjoon was quick to outsmart him, putting the bomb in the wall and giving you guys an exit. He had an iron grip on your hand, basically dragging you through the docks as you made it to the boat house. It was the last final fucking stretch and you feel like you could burst into tears.

“Namjoon!!” You scream, watching a four legged molded come from the water and block the way. The brunette was quick on his feet, shotgun aimed at the head of the body, firing within seconds as you both stepped over the corpse. Reaching the final chest. You both rummage through the container, grabbing everything you could and then some.

Armed with Albert-01 and the grenade launcher, you push as many bullets as you can into the bag, while packing the flame rounds into the gun. Namjoon is stocking on the med kits just in case, both of the shotguns strapped to his frame. A deep feeling settles in the pit of your stomach as you reach the top of the boat house to meet Mia and Zoe. You aren’t gonna see Namjoon again, and you’ll finally wake up in your own house. Unfortunately you have to table the thoughts as Zoe hands him the serum, Namjoon pocketing them as you brace for the worst impact of the game.

Jacks last, but not least, form in the game is a grotesque monster with eyes all over the skin. It was a boss battle you wanted to finish once, and never again, but you didn’t have that luck. You feel a hand wrap around your body, squishing flat against Namjoon’s as you’re thrown onto the wood of the deck, rolling before you come to a ragged stop. You’re on your feet in a few seconds, Namjoon struggling to regain his balance while you have the first few shots off at the eyes. They go out in three shots total, making Albert-01 your best friend as you run away from the hand that slaps down on the wooden planks.

You’re dodging the swipes, left and right, but Jack’s swings finally get the best of you. His arm launches you off the first floor. The shallow water from the second floor splashes in your mouth as you cough from the impact of falling on your back. The wind gets knocked right from your lungs, leaving you lying there breathless for a few seconds before shaking out of your daze.

Jack was focused on Namjoon when you got yourself back on your feet. This gave you a clear shot of the eyes that laid around Jack’s back and tail. You took the opportunity of a lifetime and began shooting like a mad man. Thankfully, your good aim managed to take them all out before Jack turned to face you again. You jumped up the ladder two bars at a time to be able to make it back to Namjoon.

“He’s just got one more eye on his stomach!” Your voice barely carries across the room as Jack shouted his offensive statements. “Someone has to distract him!”

As someone distracted Jack on the top level, the other person sneaks down to the lower level right under Jack. Thus, giving them the clear shot of the last eye placed on his stomach.

“You distract him, I got this.” Namjoon nods at you.

You fucking better, you thought to yourself. You took a deep breath to shake the anxiety dwelling deep within your body. Aimless gunshots exploded out of your gun as you drew Jack away from the only way down. Jack dragged his enormous body towards you. Thankfully his AI wasn’t made for two people so he was easily distracted from Namjoon.

There was little good news for you on the other hand, while you were cornered now with no ammo left in your gun. The only thing left was your grenade launcher. You quickly switched and started shooting at Jack helplessly. The kickback of the massive weapon left your shoulder aching, but the adrenaline running through your body left that a problem for later. Eventually, the grenade launcher used its last grenade and you were left with nothing.

You stood there defeated, watching Jack wind up his deadly arm. Not even a block would protect you from the blow. Is this it? You’re going to die in a video game?

Before your thoughts could roam even more into the unknown, Jack’s body fell through the floorboards. He did it.

You flew down the ladder to reunite with Namjoon once more. “We did it! We did it!” You jump into his arms. His arms wrapped around you tightly, you both spinning around the flooded room. You wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of there, so you took his hand in yours and ran for the exit where Zoe and Mia were waiting. Now was the time that could determine everything. There’s only one cure left and Namjoon had three different people that needed it. Will he choose Mia, his wife, and my best friend, that we both came here for? Or will he choose Zoe, the one that mentored us along the way? Or, is there even a slim chance that he’ll choose you?

You all three stood in front of him, watching the gears turning inside his head. Your heart was beating through your chest. You wanted him to pick you, but you understood the circumstances. He came here for Mia and he will choose Mia in the end.

“Mia…” Namjoon looks down at his feet while Mia walks toward his figure with a smile on her face. He finally makes eye contact with her, catching a glimpse of you in the background.

“I’m sorry. I came here for you, but I can’t use this on you,” He walks past her and inches towards you. “(Y/N), you’ve saved my ass too many times for me to leave you here to die.” He pushes the syringe into your wrist, making sure every last drop of the cure goes into your blood system.

You were left speechless, along with everyone else. Namjoon didn’t have the heart to look at Mia’s and Zoe’s face before guiding you both onto the boat out of there. You happened to see Mia and Zoe watching you both row off with the look of true fear on their face. You would be in that same position if Namjoon didn’t choose you. What would you have done then? You turned to face Namjoon again.

“Thank you…I should’ve said it sooner, but I was so shocked. I really thought you were going to pick Mia,” His eyes meet yours. There was no doubt that he was sad about leaving Mia behind, but after everything you both had been through he thought you were more important. It seemed harsh but it was true.

“I know I made the right choice. No looking back,” Namjoon gives you a warm smile. That was the last time you saw Namjoon when the boat flipped over and pure darkness devoured your vision.

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There’s No Game Over-

Fatality

- Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

- Genre: Mortal Kombat!AU, violence, action, smut

- Warnings/Tags: fighting, slightly gory scenes, Jungkook wanting to beat the living hell out of you, annoyed/asshole Jungkook, getting sucked into video game, reader learning how to fight, weapon mention, Jungkook clueless when it comes to feelings, kissing, squeezing, fucking on car hood, creampie, sad ending

- Word Count: 4,401 words

- Summary: When you’re sucked in the Mortal Kombat universe, you wondered if you would be competing against your favorite character: Jungkook. Seeing him through the screen, you couldn’t help but find him attractive even though he wasn’t real. How will the Mortal Kombat universe treat you and how will you escape?

|| Masterlist ||

“Take that!” Shouting fills the room. Fingers smash the controller joystick in circles while pressing the lettered buttons skillfully. Your tongue curls around your bottom lip from concentration.

The two fighters jump around, blocking and dodging the hits hurdling towards them. Although, you and your friend, May, were masters at Mortal Kombat, the health bar above her fighter was slimming to nothing quicker than yours was. You knew that the victory was yours when your fatality bar filled completely, available for use whenever you wanted to end the fight.

“Come on, man. That’s like your fifth one winning in a row,” she huffs as she watches her character’s bones get crushed and lay lifeless. Meanwhile, the screen focuses on your character with ‘Victory’ portrayed over them.

May decides to choose the ‘Select New Character’ button. It took some time for her to finally choose her character Jungkook, hoping he would break her losing streak.

“While you choose someone, I’m going to go to the bathroom real quick,” she sets down the controller. You give her a nod before she walks off down the hallway and out of sight.

Admiring her character choice, your thoughts slip out of your mouth to say to yourself. “The things I would do to him if I could,” you mumble.

His biceps bulge, along with the veins wrapping around his arms and to the top of his hands. The mystery of not knowing what his face looks like under the yellow half-mask he wears, makes the eyes resting above it so much more intriguing.

Suddenly, the controller within your palms began to violently shake like something inside was alive. While you tried to inspect what could have been causing the strange occurrence, you missed seeing the other half of the character selection screen fill with your appearance. Being too distracted by the controller, you never once looked up until it flew from your grasp. Looking up, you weren’t in the lit up basement you were just playing video games in. Instead, the sight of Jungkook stands in front of you. An empty city street, which looked like it was previously raided and torn apart, had broken windows and cars lit on fire on the side of the road. As if the situation couldn’t get anymore foreign, you look down at yourself. The casual clothes you were once wearing before were replaced by a more fitted outfit.

A tight bodysuit hugged your slim body, dipping deep between your breasts— something you definitely weren’t used to wearing. The suit was black with maroon lines cutting down the middle of your body and down your thighs. Your arms and shoulders were covered by a black jacket, containing red patches on your shoulders that had spikes poking out. To match the ‘dangerous’ appearance of the jacket, a loose belt hangs over your hips with a sharp golden skull in the front of it. A black cloth drapes around your neck, yet your cleavage still couldn’t be dared to be covered up unlike your face. A red mask covered your nose and mouth like Jungkook’s.

To say you were confused was an understatement. The setting looked like one of the backgrounds from Mortal Kombat, and seeing how Jungkook was standing in front of you made you do a double take. Are you in Mortal Kombat? You wish you could have the time to figure out what the hell was going on, but a countdown floating above the two of you was nearing 0 and the look Jungkook was giving you was anything but comforting. His eyes were narrow and burning holes into your own. He held his fighting stance until the countdown ended, instead of zero the word ‘Fight’ floats over you both. It didn’t take long for him to approach you, along with his fist that connected with your jaw.

In “real” life, the hit surely would’ve knocked you out instantly. Yet, it didn’t faze you at all. Continuing to stand there, not knowing what to do, he takes his chance to wind his arm back for another punch. Your arm blocks the hit perfectly, an instinct you didn’t know you had.

He wasn’t used to someone not willing to fight back, but he definitely took advantage of the opportunity to win an easy fight. Upper cuts, jabs, and kicks came towards you. You managed to block most, but you didn’t know how much longer you could do this.

“Stop! Please!” You hide your face behind your numbed arms.

Not to your surprise, he doesn’t listen. He was becoming frustrated from all the blocking and gave up trying to hit your upper body. A sweep to your legs sets your body now lying on the ground. You were about to pick yourself back up, but you remembered something about Mortal Kombat, you can’t get hit when you’re on the ground.

Like a little kid in the middle of a tantrum, you laid there with your arms crossed. He stood there, looking down at you and waiting for you to rise. When the time never came, he let his arms fall as he was clearly annoyed.

“Get up so we can finish this,” he spits. His brows were furrowed and his eyes narrowed on you.

“No,” you argue, “I’m not fighting you.”

“What the hell do you mean you’re not fighting me? This is Mortal Kombat, lady,” he yells, hands waving in the air from anger.

You rolled your eyes from being called ‘lady’ in such a tone. You shoot back in the same tone you were given. “I’m aware what this is. I was just playing it and got sucked in somehow. I don’t belong here and I’m definitely not getting my ass handed to me until I know how to fight back.” Yes, you were aware of how crazy you sounded.

“You’re insane! What are you talking about ‘game,’ and how do you not belong here?” He looked like he wanted to rip his hair out of his head. He clearly isn’t aware that this universe is just a game. Did these characters have their own lives inside of the game? The thought almost creeped you out.

“...Just forget it. There’s no point in explaining.”

A huff escapes his mouth before he walks in circles, casually kicking the cracked concrete under him. Being impatient, the silence from him didn’t last long. “Well I can’t get out of here until we end this so what are we going to do?”

You shrug, still planted in the same spot as before. Without the response he wanted from you, he took matters into his own hands.

“Get up,” he sighs.

“No, I already—“

He sounds defeated. “Get up. I’m gonna teach you how to fight.”

You paused, wondering if this was a trick. He could continue fighting you as soon as you stand yourself up, or he could actually show you how to fight in Mortal Kombat. Whatever he was truly thinking, you couldn’t lay down there forever.

He watched you pull yourself up. “Who are you anyways? I’ve never seen you around.”

You wondered that yourself. You could see that your short black hair was the same as how yours usually is, but did your face look the same? Using the reflection of the building’s windows as a mirror, you could see that the face looking back at you was similar but not the same. Your features were definitely yours, but more pulled back and sultry. It was you but more... sexy.

“My name is (Y/N),” you finally answer his question while turning back to face him.

“(Y/N)? Weird name but whatever,” he says.

“And Jungkook is totally normal, right?” You scoff.

“Let’s just get this over with. I’m dying to use one of my fatalities on you right now,” he rolls his eyes.

The sentence almost made you laugh, but you decided it was best to keep the giggle in. You didn’t want him to change his mind and fight you again.

Although you didn’t expect him to, he ended up keeping his word. Jungkook teaching you how to fight came easier to you than you thought it would. You’ve never been one to fight in your life, so you assumed that the quickness and strength in your hits wouldn’t be as effective as they were right now. The only explanation you had was that you had special skills now that you were in Mortal Kombat, but that sounded crazy...right?

After he taught you the basics, he had to stop the progress you two were making. “I clearly don’t know your special moves or anything since we’ve never met, so I don’t know how I’m gonna teach you that,” an annoyed tone began to peak through his voice once again.

Almost as if someone heard his words, a flail falls from the sky and lands in front of you. The confused expression that you gave Jungkook was reflected back at you.

“Well, that was strange,” he ponders.

You grasp the flail within your palms, the knowledge of how to use it hits you like a wall the second you touch the foreign object. You swing it around, utilizing it in combo moves and special moves. The ease that flowed out of you left Jungkook impressed. For the first time, you saw him not annoyed at you. After watching you, he suggests that you should take some time by yourself to discover everything you need, hoping it would take longer that way. As much as he would hate to admit, it was fun being with you. Doing something other than fighting people repeatedly. Not to mention that your company wasn’t half as bad as he wanted it to be. It would’ve made his thoughts less complicated after all.

“I’m gonna catch a few z’s over here until you feel you’re ready,” he says. As he rested his body on the concrete sidewalks, his eyes focused on you. You knew he was looking. It was obvious since every time you glanced over he frantically shut his eyes to pretend he was actually asleep.

Even though you knew Jungkook really wasn’t asleep, you walk over to his figure. You had grown tired too, probably more than he was since you were actually a real human.

“That sidewalk any comfortable?” you cock your head down at him.

His eyes open, head tilting up to look at you. “Not at all, but it’s something. I’m just cold.”

You look around for something that can be used as a blanket, but your eyes catch on a car parked on the side of the road, a tame fire continuously coming out the top. “Let’s go over by the fire for some warmth then,” you help him get to his feet.

He brushes off the pebbles that decorate his armor. It was a short distance and, in seconds, both of your backs were resting against the building behind the heat source. Butts on the cold pavement and shoulders side by side, you both stared at the fire in front of you in silence. He was trying hard not to look over at you, scared he would make the situation more awkward than he already felt it was. The peripheral view of your jet black hair would have to suffice.

You, on the other hand, were not so shy. You didn’t hesitate to twist your body over to face him before starting conversation. “Do you always wear that mask over your face?” You ask, watching his eyes meet yours. Seeing him this close made you feel so small next to him. He towered over you and everything about him was so intimidating—except his eyes. They were soft when looking at you, the exact opposite of the glare he would burn into your retinas from the beginning of the fight.

“Yeah I suppose...I never really notice it,” his eyes don’t fall from yours.

“Can I see what you look like underneath?” Your voice small, you watch his eyes widen a bit.

“What about you? Did you forget that you’re wearing a mask too?” His head leans back, away from your prodding fingers that tried to dig under his cloth.

You roll your eyes, ripping the mask off like no issue. Nothing came from his mouth other than a sigh. “Fine,” he slowly leans his face towards your grasp.

While slowly pulling down the mask, you realize the wide variety of things that could be under it. A gaping mouth of long rigid teeth could be hidden, maybe even a mouth with no teeth— which somehow would be even worse. Your roaming thoughts came to a halt when his mask was finally resting on his neck.

He was so normal. His nose and mouth completely untouched; no scars, no bruises, no imperfections of any sort. His lips were pink, and his cheeks were becoming the same color when he noticed you staring.

“What? Is something wrong?” He asks, his teeth now visible for your viewing. Straight and, also, normal. While you embarrassingly zoned out, his hands roamed the untouched parts of his face.

You finally snapped out of your trance. “No, no! It’s just... I wasn’t expecting that,” your little laugh puts him back at ease.

“Like what?” He grabs a shard of metal off the ground to see his reflection. He inspects the parts of his face that he’s never seen before.

“Like...normal, I suppose? I expected you to have all these scars or something, but you look so perfect,” you realize the words that fall from your mouth and you instantly feel the warmth of the fire focus on your cheeks.

A smile lifts his cheeks high, the first time you’ve ever seen it. “Perfect? Oh, come on. Look at you! How come I’ve never seen you before?” He raises the dreadful question once again.

“I guess I’m a new character or something,” you bite the inside of your cheek. Did you just lie? You had hoped so. As much as you’re enjoying his company, you wouldn’t want to stay here forever no matter what.

“That’s interesting. I didn’t know we got new characters,” he says, smile still shining brightly on his face. If that was the case, that meant this wasn’t the only time he got to see you and, honestly, he was happy about that.

You resorted your gaze back on the fire, being too nervous to continue to share eye contact with him. The piercing light from the fire and the exhaustion caused your eyes to sting. As a result, you decided to close your eyes and, unintentionally, your mind shut off into sleep.

Meanwhile, Jungkook was left alone with his thoughts. He was never tired to begin with nor has he ever needed sleep anyways. It wasn’t long before your head fell upon his shoulder while you were sleep. His instincts told him to nudge you off, but he fought it back for you. He needed this time to think about why he was feeling so confused about himself.

He didn’t want to fight you, but he didn’t want to be stuck in this round forever either. He needed to get a grip on himself. His cheek now rested on the top of your head as he let his thoughts roam wild. It was something he never did, living in a world where you live fight after fight, what else was there to think about? Maybe it’s better to live without having to think about things.

The hot flame of the fire returns to your view when your eyes squint open. Instantly raising your head, you realize the position that you and Jungkook were just in.

“Sorry,” you laugh nervously.

The warm look that you worked to get on his face was now replaced with the stern face that were not used to anymore. Was it because you accidentally fell asleep on his shoulder? “It’s fine. You ready?” He says, eyes avoiding yours.

That question made the lump in your throat grow even more. You didn’t want to be here forever, but you didn’t want to leave Jungkook here either. You thought you had gotten to him, broken his usual persona.

“Well?” he huffs. He hated the confusion he was clearly giving you right now.

“What’s the rush?” You scratch the back of your neck nervously.

“We can’t be here forever,” his voice soft now, losing the tough act quickly.

You nod, completely agreeing with him. Standing up, you help him up as well. Now face to face, his eyes look deeply into yours. Mesmerized in the moment, your fingers graze along his. Electricity shoots up every nerve. Starting from your fingers up to your lips that were now brushing against one another’s. Breathing in each other’s air, you were hypnotized in the moment. You took it upon yourself to make the move, connecting your lips into a light kiss.

Your minds were spinning— especially yours. First you were sucked into a video game and now you’re kissing a character from it? It sounded insane, but you didn’t want to stop.

On the other hand, the kiss comes to an abrupt stop when he pulls away. “I’ve never done anything like this before,” his eyes scan your face. At that moment, his innocence hits you like a brick.

“Do you want to...continue? I can show you,” you look up at him, guiding his hands to rests on your hips. Your bodies still close enough together to feel how hard each other you both were breathing. Your heart started racing when he took his bottom lip in and gave your hips a squeeze.

He dipped down quickly to smash his lips back on yours. It was full of hunger and need, his tongue skillfully making his way into each kiss. You were pleasantly surprised to know that you didn’t really need to teach him anything. As his hands wrap around your body, a moan falls out of his mouth. The vibration sends an exciting chill down your spine.

Your thought process was nonexistent as you tugged his clothes off. He wasn’t shy to strip you down as well, grabbing your ass roughly when it was bare. Both of you were only wearing underwear now as your lips were raw. He was lost in the moment, gripping one of your legs around him. The tight fitting underwear he was wearing didn’t hide the massive erection he had inside of them. He leaned himself back on the city building, pulling you with him.

His kisses travel to your neck, licking and sucking the tender skin. You couldn’t help but to tangled your fingers within his hair as your eyes fluttered closed. His hands travel around your body, he tried to look at your reaction when he touched somewhere new. He wanted to please you because he definitely didn’t know how to please himself all on his own.

Your breathing shuttered when his hands pushed against the front of your underwear. Your hips moving towards his touch as he continued to grind his fingers around you. He watched you, your head falling back, eyebrows furrowed a bit, your mouth partly open. Moans falling out of your lips.

He could feel the pressure building between his legs, an unknown feeling to him. All he knew was, the closer you got to touching him, the better it felt. He hugged you close, enjoying your thin cloths grinding together.

“Jungkook...wait,” you breathe into his ear. You lead him to a car parked on the street, obviously this one didn’t have a flame bursting out of it. Setting yourself up on the car hood, you looked at him standing it front of you. You loved being a tease, especially to someone who didn’t even know what they’ve been missing they’re whole life.

“Come here,” you spread your legs apart and taking off the last bit of clothing you had on. He stood there, taking in the sight that made him want to burst right there. “I can teach you how to use that. I know you’re wondering about it,” you gestured towards the rock hard dick being restricted by his underwear.

He makes his way closer, now standing between your legs. You pull his underwear down, his dick bouncing up now. “Tell me if this feels okay,” you look up at him. Your hand glides down his member, watching his mouth squeeze shut to keep in his moans.

“You like that?” you ask with a smirk on your face. He nods his head slowly. You were dripping for him and you wanted it now. You just hoped he was ready for it.

Leaning back on the car hood, you scoot down to him. Your entrance rested against his throbbing tip.

“How do I—“

“I’ll guide you,” you assure him. He was nervous to hurt you or to make himself look stupid.

You took the base of his cock within your hand, rubbing it around your folds before pushing him inside of you. A gasp came from both of your mouths, his eyes looking at your face. He took it to himself to pull out and back in, another moan falling from your mouth. He figured that’s what he needed to do, he continued to repeat his actions. His mind slipping as his pace grew faster. He gripped your hips to stay still as he pushed inside of you, the sound of your moans motivating him to go harder.

He remembered the way you looked when he rubbed you from earlier, so his thumb met with your clit. Moans turned into squeaks as he dug circles into you. He could feel himself coming closer to his high, unaware of how good it was going to feel.

“Just like that,” you whine, your arms grabbing to reach around his neck. Pulling him close, his strokes became sloppier and his breaths turn into moans. Your legs pull him into you after each thrust, you didn’t want him to stop but you knew he was close.

His lips push into yours once again, one of his hands grabbed your neck. The slight squeeze made your eyes roll to the back of your head from pleasure. Moans struggling to push through, you felt yourself reaching your high. Your hands claw at his back as your felt yourself cum all over his dick which was still pounding you.

The clenching of your walls, pushes him over the edge as he felt a type of pleasure he never felt before. He gripped your neck until the last drop of cum fell out of him. He was out of breath and speechless at what he just went through.

Pulling himself out of you, he could see his cum drip out of you before you sat yourself up and slid your underwear back on. He took in every second he could of your beautiful bare body. Who would’ve known that there was so much that he never experienced?

To explore the world that you both were in right now, you decide to go on a walk together. You show him the comfort of holding each other’s hands while walking, which he grew to love.

“I wonder why they decided to make a new character all of a sudden,” He thinks out loud. The playful swinging of you and Jungkook’s arms, hid the fact that you went into deep thought about it again.

Are you staying here forever? Are you leaving when this fight is over? Could you poof out of this world any second? Why are you here? You didn’t know if you should be sad about never being able to see Jungkook again or if this was your life from now on.

“Shall we see who’s gonna get their ass beat right now?” You give him a slight pinch. You watch a smile spread across his face.

“You’re going down,” he winks. You both were now standing in your starting positions. “Ready?” He asks.

“Never been readier,” you swing your flails around to get the feel of them once more. You both approach each other, saying ‘Go’ simultaneously.

You both took no time to start the fight, strategically laying out combos and blocking everything you could. The thrill of throwing punches and kicks, using your flails, blocking Jungkook’s moves; was terrifying but fun. You didn’t feel out of breath the whole time, the adrenaline keeping your energy at an all time high.

You swept Jungkook’s feet from under him. When he picked himself back up, you caught him off guard. He failed to block your combos, causing his health bar to fall dangerously low. Another sweep to the leg finished him off.

Like at the end of every Mortal Kombat fight, he stood there wobbling back and fourth for your fatality. You never discovered your fatality from earlier, so you threw a weak little punch to finish the job.

When the fight ended, Jungkook looks at you with wide eyes. “You won! You won!” He yells, excitedly. He ran up to you to give you a hug, yet he found himself running through your figure. Turning around confused, he sees you becoming transparent. He rushes up to you quickly, close enough for you to see sadness brim his eyes.

“What? This never happens!” he says. The back of his hand runs down where your cheek would be.

Did this mean you were leaving? You know you didn’t want to be here forever, yet why were you so hurt looking at the expression on his face. He knew that whatever was happening wasn’t good.

“Don’t leave,” he begged.

“I’m sorry, it’s out of my control,” you try to hold his hand against yours even though he couldn’t feel your touch. He tried to remember everything about you before you disappeared into thin air. He hoped this wouldn’t be the last time.

Meanwhile, the next time you opened your eyes you found yourself in a whole different video game universe that you’ve grown to fear...

[ksj-com]

There’s No Game Over

- Series masterlist | Oneshot series

- Summary: One moment you’re playing games. The next you’re within the screen fulfilling a role of each of your game’s characters. Will the jumping around from game to game come to an end or are you stuck in this loop forever?

- Status: In progress

- Overall warning: Violence, mature themes, scary atmospheres, gore, angst, smut, fluff, death

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- Status: Complete

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- Status: Complete

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- Written by: @pjm-com

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- Status: In progress

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- Status: In progress

The Prey

- Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

- Summary: It took a moment for you to realize the mask covering your face was one of the Noir’s from Welcome to the Game. Now being on the opposite end of the game, stalking the dark web victim was more fun than you thought when you realize the Noir partner by your side was supposedly your boyfriend. Not a bad looking one either.

- Status: In progress

Under the Pixel

- Pairing: Jimin x Reader

- Summary: With green diamonds over everyone’s heads, you could finally let out the breath that you’ve been holding from all the intense games from before. You’ve finally had enough of this jumping around from game to game and it was time to find out how to get out. With the hesitant help from your roommate, Jimin, the key to your way back home wasn’t something you’d expect.

- Status: In progress

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Request Masterlist:

Placing all my fics that were requested by you guys in here, so they’re all in one place!

Jungkook:

- One Night, Two Parties (Highschool!AU, Enemy2Lover!AU, smut)

Namjoon:

- My Little Secret (Highschool!AU, smut, angst, slight fluff)

Yoongi:

- Missed Calls (Long Distance!AU, fluff, light angst)

Seokjin:

- Signature Dish (Cooking show!AU, fluff, smut)

Hoseok:

- Pillow Talk (F2L!AU, fluff, smut)

Taehyung:

- What’s At Stake (Secret FwB!AU, College!AU, smut, angst)

Jimin:

- The One That Got Away (Club!AU, smut, light angst)

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Request #7

The One That Got Away

- Pairing: Jimin x Reader

- Genre: Club!AU, smut, light angst

- Warnings/Tags: alcohol mention, flirty Jimin, new years kiss, making out, public sex, bathroom sex, doggy style, dom!Jimin, slapping, slightly rough sex, almost getting caught, unprotected sex, cream pie, one night stand, oral fixiation

- Word Count: 3,338 words

- Summary: One forgetful move and your dream guy you spot at the club remains nothing more than a one night stand.

     “Cheers to the new year to come!” The entirety of the club yells. Shot glasses and drinks raised together, the sound of clinking pierces the air. Extended arms lean towards your glass, along with the familiar face standing next to you. Your best friend, Emily, had a bright smile shining across her face as she smashes her shot glass with your water. She wasn’t the only excited drunk in the club tonight.

     The 2020 countdown broadcasted on every TV in the building, meaning everyone’s eyes were either glued to the performances on the screen or they would glance at it every chance they could. Unless, their heads were being thrown back to take in a shot of course.

     The whole crowd went silent for a second as everyone downed their drinks after the celebration cheers. Water, instead of hard liquor, traveled down your throat. And with that, empty cups were set back down at the bar and the crowd dispersed. The club was in full swing again.

     “Let’s go dance some time away,” Emily pulls you out of the bar stool onto the dance floor. Still being sober, you weren’t as daring with your moves like Emily. But, you were sure sober enough to see how much of an idiot she looked like as she whipped her hair and jumped around off beat. Meanwhile, you jumped around with the beat of the music pulsing through your chest.

     Neon pink, purple, and blue lights sprayed across the moving crowd, cascading along your chest. Only being covered by a sheer lace top, your clothing was a little more risque tonight than you were used to. With a pair of black skinny jeans containing rips at both of your knees, a black casual jacket stopping at your mid thigh, black heels with strings wrapped around your ankle, and a black and gold Gucci belt at the center to finish off the look. You were covered in black clothing from head to toe, yet you still looked classy. Or as you would like to call yourself: a bad bitch.

     It would be a lie if you told yourself that you didn’t want a New Year’s kiss for tonight. In all your 23 years, you’ve never had someone by your side while the clock counted down to the New Year. It was a silly wish, but it was a little fantasy of yours since you were a teenager. This year you were so desperate for one, Emily might even be your New Year’s kiss tonight.

     Arms draped along each other’s shoulders, you both swayed along to the music. Rocking on both feet while yelling the lyrics of the blaring song. You weren’t drunk, but you probably looked like it right now. Feeling ridiculous, giggles arise from your throat. Maybe a drink or two wouldn’t be too bad.

     You couldn’t help but glance at the TV’s to see how much longer the world had until it entered 2020. With about an hour left, you decided to reside back to the bar. Dancing wasn’t really your thing like it was for Emily, anyways.

     “I’m gonna go back to the bar. Maybe get a drink or something,” you lean forwards for her to hear. Her body moved lazily around— clearly somewhat fatigued. She managed to push out a nod before a guy swoops in behind her. Her body immediately responds with grinding into him, his hands firmly holding her waist. 

     You decided it was your time to go, so you sat down at the bar once again. Humidity covered the hot air. You were especially warm from the dancing, so you took your time to catch your breath and fan yourself.

     “Hey there,” you hear a voice come from your right. A man with blonde hair sits down next to you, smile calmly spread across his lips. Your eyes direct towards his perfectly white teeth and perfect smile. Everything to his flawless skin, kind eyes, to his full lips were so perfect. 

     “Hey!” You realize that you’re staring. God, hopefully he doesn’t think I’m creepy.

     His smile, still existent, shines brightly when watching you talk. “I’m Jimin. You are?” His knees bounces under his seat, trying to hide his nerves.

     You watch him lick his lips, after popping out into a flirty smirk. “I’m (Y/N),” you give him a shy smile. It seemed like you could flirt with anyone unless they were good looking. Bad news, this guy was beyond good looking.

     He chuckles, resting his face in his palm on the bar. “Would you like a drink? It’s on me,” his gaze drops down your figure quickly.

     “Sure! Um, I’ll take a water. I want to remember tonight since it’s the start of a new decade and all,” you laugh nervously to yourself. Stop coming off as a loser. 

     Your worries fade away slightly because, whatever you were doing, he seemed to be into it. His eyes squeezed into crescents as his beautiful smile rose to his cheeks.

     “Fair enough. I’ll have a water for this pretty lady over here,” he announces to the bartender. The bartender with the name tag, Yoongi, keeps an unamused face while sliding you the glass of water.

     You couldn’t help but smile from what Jimin has to say. Was it corny? Yes. Was is okay because he was hot? Also, yes.

     As a thank you, you clink your glasses together before taking a drink. You watched his figure take in the clear liquid that was already in the glass from before. Was that water too?

     “Thank you, Jimin. I really needed that,” you give him a smile.

     “No problem. You come here with anyone tonight?” He taps his fingers on the glass. A few fingers accompanied by metal rings. Veins and muscles moving and bulging under his skin with his movements. It takes you a moment to snap out of another one of your stares.

     “Uh, yeah. I came with my friend Emily…” you voice trails off to nothing as you scan the crowd to find her. “Where the hell did she go?” Your brows furrow as your face twists with concern. After setting down your cup, you begin to hop off the chair.

     Jimin reads your face, looking back at the crowd to see what you’re looking for. “I’ll help you. What does she look like?”

     You were hesitant at first, but you needed all the help you could get. Showing him a picture of Emily, you both began to go your separate ways.

     “I’ll go outside. You check inside?” He asks. Eyes searching your face for an answer. 

     You nod. “Thank you, but why are you doing this?” You had just met him today, not even 15 minutes ago. Here he was, helping you find someone that he’s never met. 

     “Have to end 2019 with some good karma, right?” He flashed another smile while stepping towards the door to the outside.

      Charming, you think to yourself. Making sure to check each stall in the bathroom, yet each one was empty. With no luck in the restrooms, you try to see if you can see her dancing again. Each person gave you a dirty look while you tried to push past them. Still no sign of her. You return back to the bar as a last hope. Jimin probably left by now, leaving you sitting by yourself defeated.

     A hand rests on your shoulder. “I found her outside,” Jimin’s voice says from behind you. You turn around, surprised that he actually helped you and concerned with the serious look spread across his face. Oh god, what’s wrong?

     You follow him outside to see Emily sitting on the curb bawling her eyes out. She was a drunk crier, so you definitely weren’t as shooken up by the image of her looking like a mess in public like this. A ‘ thank you’ to Jimin falls from your lips again before sitting down beside her. Her body leaned into you when you draped your arm around her shoulders. Her cries made her body jolt from hiccups and sniffles.

     “Hey, what’s wrong?” You ask, resting your head on top of hers. The smell of liquor surrounded her.

     “Th-this one guy tha-that I was dancing with,” her sobs break up her words, “he-he wanted to hook up, b-but,” she began to break down in tears again. A quick glance and you realize Jimin was still there. A look of concern rested on his face as he watched Emily break down into you.

     Your attention snaps back to Emily. She still hasn’t gotten out what she was trying to say. Her sobs echoed down the street and you were sure that everyone around could hear her. “But what? Come on, you can tell me. What did he do?” You give her a light squeeze.

     “He fucking pushed me! And called me a bitch! Just because I said n-no!” She looked up for the first time. Mascara and eyeliner smeared all down her flushed cheeks. She was drunk. You could tell from the slurring of her words and the way she couldn’t look at you straight in the eyes while talking.

     “What an asshole...where is he now?” Jimin steps forward into the conversation. He crouched down to your guys’ level, to look at Emily. 

     “He left,” she sniffled. Now that she was more settled, you needed to cut her off from the booze tonight. 

     “Let’s call an Uber,” you pull out your phone.

     “No it’s okay. I got it. You stay. I'm not dragging you out of the night you want,” Emily shakes her head as she looks down at her phone, already on Uber.

     “Come on-“

     “No (Y/N), seriously. I’ll text you when I get home,” she assures. You figured it would be best to agree to avoid another mental breakdown later. 

     “You better,” you nudge her shoulder. Peeling yourself off the curb, you help Emily to her feet as well. She gets a glance of Jimin, visibly impressed when she looks back at you.

     “Go on,” she shoos you both away, causing your eyes to roll before walking back inside with Jimin.

     The club was filled with shouting when you both walked in. A glance at the TV helped you realize that everyone was counting down the 2019 timer.

     “I don’t even know how to thank you. You really didn’t have to do all that,” you yell over the crowd. 

     He rolls his eyes at you. “No I didn’t have to, but I did. And to thank me, you can be my New Year’s kiss,” he pulls you into the crowd. You laugh as you stood by his side. You got what you wanted tonight: your New Year’s kiss. To make things better, it was with an amazingly attractive guy.

     “5!...4!...” You and Jimin shouted together. “3!...2!...1!” Cheers vibrate throughout the building, arms reaching at the confetti falling from the ceiling. 

     Jimin’s arm snakes around your waist to pull you into him. His lips press to yours passionately. Meanwhile, confetti sprinkled on the tops of your heads. His lips pulled your bottom lip in, teeth closed around while it was being slowly pulled back out. Not a taste of liquor was on his lips, eliminating the chance that he was only hitting on you because he was drunk. 

     The kiss was perfect. His tongue slipping in your mouth slightly deepened the already hot kiss. To pull him closer, you wrapped your arms around his neck. His grip on your backside tightens on your lower back, his arms enveloping you within them. Now basically making out in the middle of the floor, you grew hot everywhere from embarrassment to excitement.

     His hands inch down towards your ass, squeezing it in his palms. Now, you had just hoped that he wanted what you did. You pull away both out of breath. Your foreheads were pressed together as you locked wild eyes. His gaze broke from yours to look back down at your lips. His own lips were more plump than they already were, swollen and red.

     “Let’s take this somewhere else,” you decide to take the initiative for once, heart pounding out of your chest while doing so. You felt a wash of relief when you see him bite back his smile, looking back up at you with dilated eyes. 

     “Where?”

     You drag him to the bathroom, praying to god that no one was in there. There were no feet under the stalls when you pushed open the door. Thank god. He hurriedly shoves you into the biggest stall, the door slamming shut behind you both. His body was pushed against yours, completely pinned to the wall. His boner was easily noticeable while being pressed against your lower stomach.

     He smashed his lips against yours while his hands roamed around your body quickly. Fingertips digging into your skin, electrifying everywhere they pushed into. Smacking of mouths and swirling tongues fill the bathroom stall.

     Your mind was spinning and your heart was beating outside of your chest. Not from nervousness, but from excitement. Public sex was definitely something you’ve never experienced before. If this guy wasn’t so hot, you probably wouldn’t be doing this right now to begin with.

     Your hands jumble to his pant buttons, popping the button off with ease. He was left standing there with his jeans pushed down to his thighs after he peeled them down. The quick loss of his touch made your body crave him even more, the withdrawal soon resolved when he pulls your tight shirt over your chest. A groan escapes his mouth when your perked breasts were now uncovered from the sheer material.

     “Fuck you’re so hot,” he brings his lips to your ear. Your knees went weak from the feeling of his hot breath and the sound of those words.

     He continues to undress you by pulling down your pants and underwear down to your ankles. His lips latch to your neck and collarbone, meanwhile your hand runs down his abs. The feeling of each ridge and muscle under his soft skin. As you continued to glide your fingers down, prickly shaved skin pushed against your touch. You push down his boxers to reveal the site of what you were just about to get ahold of. His dick rising from the lack of restraint now. Taking advantage of the perfect opportunity, you grabbed ahold of his length. You begin to pump it from under you, watching his head being thrown back. His adam’s apple bobbing as his moans are held back. 

     His hands grab your waist, suddenly pulling you against him to pull you into a long hot kiss. Shortly after, you’re twirled around to bend over the toilet seat. Your backside was completely exposed to him as you arched it upward towards him. Arms pushed against the wall behind the toilet to remain balance. The feeling of his dick wiggling between your folds made your eyes flutter shut. You were impatient and had enough of foreplay. You whine for him to give you more. Just what he wanted. 

     He smirked before inching inside of you. Your back wall being grinder against all the way until he couldn’t anymore. His strokes were deep and pushes moans from you every time.

     “You’re so fucking tight,” he growls. His hands slide up your torso to grip onto your breasts as he pounds into you. To send you even more over the edge, his fingers massage into your tender nipples. Your eyes were rolled to the back of your head to this point. Just as you were about to guide his hand to rub you to a climax, his hand slaps over your mouth.

     The sound of the bathroom door creaking open makes your stomach drop for a second. Your knees scurry on top of the toilet lid to hide your feet from under the stall. Jimin continues to thrust slowly as you both listen to the footsteps wander in the stall next to you both. Of course. 

     One of his fingers slips in your mouth, your head licks and bobs around the finger. His deep strokes don’t stop. His hips grind circles inside of you to feel everything he possibly could.

     You tried to listen for the stranger’s footsteps to leave the bathroom, but the intense pleasure eliminated the care for you to do so. Throwing yourself back into his thrusts, bouncing your ass around his cock which earns a muddled groan from Jimin as soon as the stranger finally leaves. His hand finds a place on your ass, spreading your cheeks rough and slapping it raw.

     His pace quickens and becomes sloppy. His teeth nip at your back to try to contain his moans. You, on the other hand, moaned loud enough to echo throughout the bathroom.

     “Cum in me,” you beg.

     He moans in response. Immediately standing up straight, pushing the middle of your back down further as he piledrived inside of you. His skin slapped against yours and the wet sounds of your pussy sucked him in. The thrusts become sloppier before you feel a liquid fill your insides all the way up to the brim. But, he wasn’t done yet.

     His hand reaches under you, pushing fast circles around your clit. Your core pushes over the edge, causing you to reach your climax after his. Mixed liquid spills out from underneath you as you scream from pleasure. Your knees knock together as you release the powerful high.

     After he pulls himself out of you, you stay bent over while he cleaned himself and you up. Not being too shy to give your ass one last smack before pulling your jeans over them once again. The smile he gave you had a whole new meaning then the smile you saw when you first met at the bar.

     Your phone began to rang and the caller ID read Emily. You decided to answer even though it was probably just her crying about nothing.

     “Hello?”

     “The Uber is a total creep and, don’t hate me, but I made him turn around to pick you up too because I don’t want to spend new years by myself,” she slurred on the other end. 

     You roll your eyes. Not wanting to cause her to breakdown again, you decided to just go along with what she was saying. “Well, okay then. Thanks for asking first,” you say sarcastically. “When will he be here?” You meet eyes with Jimin, the look of disappointment on his face.

      “He’s here now. We’re waiting for you,” she says.

     You smack your lips, “Shit, seriously? Okay I’ll be right out.” You end the call, quickly pulling your outfit back into place.

     “I’m sorry Jimin. It was great meeting you tonight, and I didn’t want to end it like this. But, I have to go because Emily, the girl from earlier, decided to call the Uber back” you ramble. 

     He laughs, hands in his front pockets while he watched you get flustered. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

     You nod at him for a final response before pushing yourself out of the bathroom. You push past people as you speed walked all the way through the club and outside to meet the Uber driver. You could tell it was the right one since Emily had her head sticking out the window on the drunk lookout for you. You plop down in the backseat out of breath.

     “Same place as before?” The Uber driver asks.

     “Yes please,” you nod. Emily lays her head on your shoulder. You watched the club disappear behind the car. It wasn’t long before you and Jimin both realize one thing: you forgot to get each other’s numbers.

Requested by: I lost the usernames from the rest of my requests, so I’m sorry :(

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Request #6

What’s At Stake

- Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

- Genre: Secret FwB!AU, College!AU, smut, angst

- Warnings/Tags: Fingering, nipple sucking, cum tasting, hooking up, jealous Tae, hate sex, car sex, riding, smacking, mark making, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving), daddy kink, ass play

- Word Count: 3727 words

- Summary: Hiding things from your best friend is never easy, especially when it’s secretly hooking up with her ex’s best friend. When you tell Taehyung about going to a party with a different guy jealousy strikes.

     “Harder,” you breathe.

     “Shh, quiet so they don’t hear us,” he pushes his finger against your lips. Watching you struggle not to make a noise as his other fingers jammed and curled inside of you. His thumb rubbed deep circles against your clit as your legs were pulled apart for him to see everything. His tongue ran along his bottom lip, eyes glued to your naked body under him. 

     Your whimpers were muffled from you biting your lip down to keep them inside. He knew exactly how to touch you to throw you over the edge. His pace quickens and your eyes squeezed shut. Your back arches as you feel yourself close now. Now that your chest was closer to his face, he connected his lips to your tender nipples. Your bare chest heaved and gasped while your toes curled to the sheets under them. His hand was so strong inside of you that he made your hips jerk back. Teeth sunk into your hand to try to minimize the screams of pleasure, cumming all over his fingers. You were out of breath when you watched him suck his fingers clean. The sinful look he gave you while doing so put you in a trance that eventually ended when his fingers popped out of his mouth.

     His lips were swollen from the intense makeout session you both had beforehand, giving them a wet and red appearance. He wraps them around your lips again, slipping his tongue across your teeth as he deepens the kiss. The taste of you lingered in his mouth. 

     Your hands glided down his pants to feel how hard he was. It wasn’t the first time you felt his hard cock, but you managed to be surprised by the massive length everytime. His groans vibrated through the kiss as your hands wrapped around him, giving a slight squeeze.

     “Fuck, you’re so ho-”

     “Aye, Tae! You gonna stay in your room all damn day?!” Jungkook interrupts him by yelling from downstairs. One thing that you’ve learned while hooking up with Taehyung is that no one can ever get peace and quiet at a frat house.

     Tae cursed under is breath before peeling himself off of you. He was obviously annoyed that what was about to happen just got disrupted, but he didn’t show it when he yelled back to Jungkook. “I’ll be down in a few minutes!” He rolled his eyes and sighed when he looked back down at you.

     “Raincheck?” you begin to sit up by him. He couldn’t look at you without skimming down your bare body first.

     “Sorry,” he mumbled.

     “No need. We can just see each other tomorrow or something?” You pull your shirt over your head. When your head pops into your shirt hole, you notice him smirking at your body in front of him. He finally looks back up at you with a look that you’ve never seen before on him: innocence.

     “Text me when you get back?” He asks with puppy dog eyes. You looked at him with a confused face. He’s never cared to text you unless you both wanted to fuck or to exchange dirty pictures and the look on his face says he wanted to have an actual conversation with you now.

     “Yeah, sure,” you nod. You were now completely dressed as he snuck you out of the house using the back door. You had to admit that it sucked having to be secretive about your hook ups. If people found out, both you and Tae would lose your best friends.

     Your best friend, Hannah, used to date Tae’s best friend, Jungkook. Everything was great. All of Hannah’s friends were friends with Jungkook’s friends and it became a big group of people that hung out all the time. Until they broke up. After Hannah found out that Jungkook sleezed around with a few random girls, she figured it would be a good idea to get him back by sending his nudes to half of the college. It was safe to say that whatever they had was done for good. Now, they hate each other and everyone associated with them. With the break up still being a fresh wound for both of them and, the hooking up between you and Tae only being about three months so far, you both decided to keep it a secret. You both didn’t want to lose your best friends for something that wasn’t even a relationship to begin with, so the only thing you had to hide was the sex.

     “Bye, cutie,” he whispers, smacking your ass lightly on the way out of the door.

     You giggle and wave goodbye before driving back to the dorms where Hannah, also your dorm mate, is laying on her bed glued to her phone as always. When you walk through the dorm door, she doesn’t peel her eyes from the screen when she speaks.

     “You heard about the party tonight?” Her tone sounds bored as she talks.

     “No? Who’s throwing it?”

     “Some rando. They’ve been telling people that they can’t get in without a date, like, what is this? Prom?” she scoffs.

     “Well we just need to find someone for us, duh. You act like Jimin doesn’t have the biggest crush on you,” you say, plopping yourself on your bed.

     She looks over at you, considering the option. “Honestly… not a bad idea and if he gets handsy, I’ll drop him at the party,” she causes both of you to laugh. Jimin was known to be a bit of a player. “Maybe you could bring Jin? I know you got a thing for seniors,” she jokes.

     You roll your eyes, “It was one time! After that I’m strictly sticking to our age: sophomores.” The one time you hook up with a senior, he was emotionally unstable and confessed his ‘love’ for you after one week of knowing him. Not to mention, he continuously sent you pictures of him crying when you told him to leave you alone. Hannah never fails to let you forget about that extremely awkward time.

     “Whatever. He’s hot so who cares?” she shrugs. You thought about how Jin is also in the frat house, but never really associated himself with Jungkook. You decided to give him a text, since you had his number from working with him on a previous project and, shortly after, he agrees.

Jin: For sure! I’ll meet you outside of the party at 8?

You: Sounds good! See you then :)

     You realize that you never texted Tae when you got back, so you decided to do it now.

You: I’m back btw. Sorry forgot to text ya

     You gnawed the inside of your cheek while waiting for his response. You probably would’ve bitten a hole in your cheek if he didn’t respond back quickly after.

Taehyung: No problem. Heard about the party tonight?

You: Yeah I’m going, are you?

Taehyung: Yes. Who are you going with?

You: Seokjin

     After that, the conversation stopped.

•••

     Tae couldn’t stop the clenching of his jaw as he walked over to Jin’s room across the hallway. Without saying a word, he pushed open his door causing Jin to jump. He was in the middle of buttoning up his shirt in front of a mirror. Unopened condoms laying on Jin’s nightstand were in Tae’s direct line of vision.

     “Getting ready for the party I see,” Tae stares at the yellow square links on the table as he made himself comfortable on his bed.

     “Yeah (Y/N) asked me to go with her tonight. Hopefully I’ll be able to use these,” Jin shoves the condoms in his pocket. Tae laughs, trying to hold back the urge to punch Jin in the face right then and there.

     “Yeah, you’re not going tonight,” Tae says.

     Jin turns around to look at Taehyung, obviously confused. “Why?”

     “Because if I see you in that house tonight, I’ll break your jaw,” Tae gets up from the bed, walking past Jin while patting his back. “Oh, I’ll take those condoms too,” he holds out his hand and looks at Jin.

     He scoffs before slapping the condoms into Taehyung’s palm. People in the frat house knew one thing: never argue with Taehyung.

•••

     It was now 7:55. You, Hannah, and Jimin waited outside of the party, watching the couples pour into the house. Jimin had his arm snaked around Hannah’s waist, which she had no problem showing how much it annoyed her with the look on her face. 

     It was cool enough outside to be able to see the puff of air that came out of everyone’s mouths everytime someone breathed. Your outfit wasn’t made for the weather, given the fact you expected Jin to be on time. He seemed like a nice enough guy to not stand you up, but here you were.

     “You guys don’t have to wait out here with me,” you plead for them to just go inside, so you could be in your feelings by yourself. They had no problem taking you up on your offer, which left you outside standing there like an idiot since no one else was walking into the party. Hugging your arms to your chest to maintain whatever warmth you still had, you sat yourself on the curb. You had no ride back to your dorms since Jimin was the one that gave everyone a ride.

     “Looking for somebody?” A deep voice startles you from behind. Realizing it was Taehyung when you turn around.

     “Not anymore. I just want to go home,” your teeth chatter together. Your fingers felt as if they were going to go numb any second now.

     “Come on, I can take you if you want,” he lays his jacket over your shoulders and pulls you up.

     Although he was being extremely sweet right now, you knew that this was his fault. He lived with Jin and was the only one that knew that you and him were going together, other than Hannah of course. Annoyance struck a chord within you when you stood face to face with him.

     “You know, if I could change these circumstances I would,” you say.

     “What?”

     “If things weren’t how they were right now, I would love to be with you Tae. Why do you have to make this so hard? Pushing people away from me? I know you are the reason I’m standing out here in the freezing cold and not in that house with Jin right now!” Your blood began to boil as you continued talking and you could see that his was starting to as well with the look of his jaw bulging out the sides of his face.

     “I’m driving you home, now,” he hissed through his teeth before taking your hand in his. As much as you would’ve fought back in that moment, it was too cold outside to say no to your only way home. You sat in his passenger seat, farthest away from him. The hard slam of his door made you avoid eye contact with him as he drove. The ride was silent. You stared out the window, not noticing the fact that Taehyung’s knuckles were white against the steering wheel. 

     “Look, I don’t understand why you’re so mad.” You were honestly so fed up with his attitude, considering he had ruined what could’ve been a good night. It’s not like you wanted to come with Jin, but that fact that Taehyung went the extra mile to fuck it up had you more than pissed off. 

     “You know damn well why I’m mad! You took Jin, out of all people. You forget to text me back, no doubt texting him asking if he wanted to go with you!” You roll your eyes, fingers playing with a loose thread on the side of your dress. A couple responses of retaliation run through your brain, but before you can even start to yell at him, the idiot is still talking. “Why did you even have to go to that stupid party? Jungkook went so we just could’ve stayed at my place, but no. You had to go with Jin.”

     You inhale a breath. “Alright first of all, it’s not like I was waiting for an oppurtunity to go with him, now you’re just being stupid.” You can practically feel the tension grow. “What are you even angry about? Like this is pointless. I can’t go with you, so I brought Jin. It’s not like we were going to fuck, or kiss, or makeout. You’re just whining at this point.” 

     Taehyung tries to talk but you cut him off. 

     “We’re not even really dating so why the hell do you care?”

     Now you’ve really done it, because you’re almost sure he’s stopped breathing. It sounds so dead in the car that the blood rushing in your ears is deafening at this point. Taehyung keeps driving and the houses that your eyes follow come to an end as the street is lined with trees and nothing else for miles.

     Knuckles paper white, he turns the steering wheel to the right so he can pull off to the side of the road. With the help of the shitty street lamp that provides you little to no light. The look on Taehyung’s face as he throws the car in park is nothing, if not terrifying. Now you’re wishing you hadn’t said anything. 

     “You really just fucking said that to me?” Your heart is slamming against your sternum as he kills the engine. You have no words and it feels like hours before you finally look up to meet his gaze. You almost detect a glint of hurt in his eyes, but with the dim lighting you can’t really tell. “We don’t have to be dating for me to care. We don’t even have to be fucking, for me to care. I cared about you way before we started hooking up. I cared before Jungkook and Hannah got into that huge fight.”

     You feel his emotions rolling off of him in waves, but he doesn’t let up. “Then, you go to this dumb party, with Jin. You know he was planning to bring condoms?” Taehyung moves closer to you now, you can feel his breath on your face. Maybe that’s because he isn’t done cussing you out. “I find that hilarious that Jin even thinks he has a chance. That, what? He was going to fuck you tonight? Touch you, make you moan like you do for me?”

     You let those words sink in, knowing damn well that Jin would’ve gotten nowhere if he tried to make a move. Looking at his eyes, you find that you can’t even look away from his stare. Like it’s holding you down to the seat.

     “You think he would, babygirl?” Taehyung lets out a slight growl that’s almost animalistic, but it still makes your nerves light on fire. “Treat you better than daddy does?” You know that tone like the back of your hand, and you know he’s waiting for an answer. The next time you look back to his eyes, there’s a mischievous look to them like he knows exactly what his next move is gonna be.

     “No, daddy.”

     He hums in approval. “Good girl. Get in the backseat. When I’m done with you, you’re gonna forget who the hell Jin is.”

     You obliged by scrambling to the back seat and watch him walk into the back to meet you there. His belt buckle was already undone when he pulled you into a long hot kiss. His breath was hot between the kisses. His tongue skillfully traveling inside your mouth and your neck. Your hand felt the fabric covering his dick and found it to already be rock hard underneath. “Let’s finish what we couldn’t earlier,” his voice is low. Your fingers unzipped his pants to pull them down and fall at his ankles. His length raised from the lack of constraint. “Show me how sorry you are for earlier. Daddy isn’t too pleased about what I heard.”

     His hand pushed the back of your head for your lips to make contact with his cock. You wrapped your mouth around the tip, working your way down his length. His hand was grabbing a ball of your hair, using that to his advantage to push you down deeper. Your throat stretched for him, spit gathering on the sides of your mouth. It wasn’t long before he was watching you gag repeatedly on his dick. The feeling of your throat closing around him made his head throw back in pleasure. He was fucking your throat raw, thrusting up into you and pouring every ounce of feeling from earlier into you. His teeth bite his bottom lip back to keep himself together.

     He pulled your head back from his dick to catch your breath. His hands traveled up your dress, stopping at your damp underwear. He pressed his thumb against your clit as his other hand yanked your dress above your bare chest. He had no problem picking your petite body to sit on top of him, the wet base of his cock now under you. He pulled his lips to your ear, “I don’t forgive you yet, babygirl.” His hand slaps your ass hard, yet the delicious sting makes you drip on top of him.

     You grinded circles against him, his hands squeezing and smacking your breasts. The lack of light made him look almost demonic with the blackness filling his eyes. 

     You finally slam down on him, causing him to suck in his breath sharply. You wanted him to feel sorry too. His hands grip and pull your ass apart. You bounced on top of him, making sure to feel the friction of your clit against his stubbly pubic bone. Your moans squeaked as he slipped his pinky into your ass. The pressure of another one of your holes being filled has your back arching. Relentlessly still smacking the same place on your ass, you were sure that there was going to be a welt there tomorrow.

     His fingers wrapped around your throat to pull you close. His lips pressed against yours as he fucks up into you. You could hear him growl when he pulls your lip between his teeth, pulling and letting it snap back in place. He could tell you were close, this was the moment he was waiting for. His hand dips down to smash into your clit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your left without breath. You were so close, but he wasn’t going to let you come yet.

     “Say my name,” he instructs.

     “Yes, Daddy,” you whimper. He smacks your ass again, a whine falling from your lips.

     “No, my name,” his pace and force leaves your body jolting back and fourth. You wanted to let go already, but he wasn’t done with you.

     “Yes, Taehyung,” Your mouth stays open, nonexistent screams try to escape.

     “Louder,” he growls, the grip on your throat tightening slightly.

     “Fuck me, Taehyung!” You scream his name from pleasure repeatedly until you both couldn’t contain yourselves anymore. His thrusts stutter inside of you until his warmth spreads inside your abdomen. His arms pull your body against his, chest heaving under you. He stayed inside of you, both of you laying there silent. Eventually, he pulled your face up with his finger under your chin. The kiss he planted was gentle and soft against your lips. He rested his forehead against yours, examining the features he could in the lighting.

     He had to make sure he didn’t say anything that he would regret, so he cut the moment short. “Maybe we should get going again. It’s pretty cold,” he laughs lightly. Now remembering the heat wasn’t on, you pushed your dress back down to your thighs.

     You agreed as you both climbed back up to the front seat. He insisted that you could keep his jacket on for the ride back since your dress was too skimpy to begin with. That comment made you roll your eyes, but you took the jacket anyways. The ride back to your dorm was enjoyable afterwards. Filled with you guys blaring songs and singing along, realizing that he could actually sing. You found both of you laughing at the same stupid things and enjoying each others presence without being sexual. Taehyung took the long way back to the dorm just to spend more time with you, but he never said anything and hoped you didn’t notice. 

     Although he took the long way home, you found yourself parked outside of the dorm in no time. His hand rested on your leg, the smile on his face spreading from ear to ear. You didn’t know how to say goodbye after the rollercoaster of events that happened tonight.

     “(Y/N), can we take this to the next level? I’ve been wanting to actually hang out with you other than having sex for awhile now. I don’t care what Jungkook would say anymore, I want to be with you,” his hand interlaces with yours.

     You sat there completely silent. You wanted to say yes, but you just couldn’t. You let the jacket fall off your shoulders and you slid away from his grasp. His smile faded when he saw that you weren’t as enthusiastic about the idea like he was.

     “It’s not that I don’t want to, Tae. But, Hannah has been my best friend for years now and…” you trail off. “I’m sorry. I can’t,” you look up to see that he’s not even looking at you anymore. His gaze was directed towards his hands on the steering wheel. Your heart broke by how defeated he looked in front of you. He said nothing else and you felt it was best to step out of the car to not make the situation worse.

     As soon as you closed the door shut, he sped off. You were outside alone once again.

Requested by: I lost the usernames from the rest of my requests, so I’m sorry :(

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Request #5 Pillow Talk

- Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

- Genre: F2L!AU, fluff, smut

- Warnings/Tags: Hoseok being the best guy in the world, cute dialogue, cuddling, lots of touching, tickling, morning sex, LOTS of kissing everywhere, nipple play, licking, fingering, toy play, unprotected sex, slight m. masturbation, pillow fights

- Word Count: 3511 words

- Summary: The morning after you and your best friend, Jung Hoseok, confessed your deep feelings for one another is filled with confessions that you’ve been too afraid to say for the years you’ve been friends. He also has a couple things on his mind that he’s been dying to do to you after all this time...

     The warmth of your covers made it difficult for you to peel your eyes open. The morning sun shielded by your white curtains casted a wash of brightness across your bedroom.

     Thinking that last night was only a dream, you felt your heart warm when you saw the man lying beside you. His soft features relaxed on his face, partially blocked by his black hair and the blanket pulled up to the bottom of his nose. Hoseok had a thing for sleeping in a bit later, you knew this because he would always respond to your texts hours after yours in the morning.

     You and Hoseok have been the closest of friends for years now, both being too shy to admit your true feelings for one another, that’s all it’s ever stayed—a friendship. Until last night when Hoseok was going through something tough— which normally never happened. He finally decided to take a leap of faith and admit that he had feelings for you, more than you could ever imagine. You were surprised, but relieved due to the fact that you felt the exact same way. It was a miracle and seemed like it came right out of a dumb rom-com. After coming clean, you saw the smile on his face appear for the first time that night; whatever he was going through didn’t matter at that moment.

     The rest of the night was nothing short of pure adorable innocence. Nothing further than a kiss and cuddling was done. Eventually you both ended up falling asleep while he clutched to you from behind. The feeling of him never letting go before you fell asleep was clearly false when you both woke up apart from each other in the morning. Obviously detached from one another during sleep, both of you were sprawled across the covers.

     An empty schedule left you wondering if he was planning on spending the whole day with you. You didn’t want him to leave. His presence comforted you like everything was normal, even in the midst of chaos.

     You slid out of bed to brush your teeth quickly. The one thing you hated most was the feeling of non brushed teeth. You tried your best to remain silent when sliding back into bed, but when you turned around to face Hoseok, his eyes crept open. A smile grew on his face when he saw you looking back at him, although the blanket covered his mouth from your view. 

     He always wanted to know what you looked like in the morning and he wasn’t disappointed with the sight in front of him. You were absolutely beautiful to him as your hair messily fell around your shoulders, eyebrow hairs bent out of shape, and your slightly puffy sleep eyes. He loved it and he was left smiling like an idiot still.

     “What?” you laugh, pushing his figure softly. 

     His smile was now visible from the blanket being pushed down. “You just look so pretty in the morning,” his morning voice was hoarse and deep.

     Blushing, you weren’t used to hearing compliments like that come out of his mouth. It was one thing for you guys to compliment each other as friends, but it hits different when it’s from someone more. “You don’t look so bad yourself,” you shake up his hair.

     He takes your wrist and uses it to pull you into his chest, hugging you close. His arms felt like home. You’ve spent days crying inside them while he comforted you, and days he’s pulled you close into them to pull you out of uncomfortable situations. He’s always been there when you needed him to.

     “Can I ask you something?” His heart thumped against his rib cage. The beat quickened and grew stronger after he asked you the question.

     You raise your chin to rest on his chest, looking up at him. “Anything.”

     “Do you remember the time you first realized that you wanted more than...a friendship with me?” He looked down at you with fragile eyes.

     “Well, you were definitely the biggest dork when we first met, so let me think about it for a second,” you joke. His chest rose as he chuckled, heart fluttering as he watched you think.

     It wasn’t an easy question, but it eventually clicked. “The first time I told you that I wasn’t feeling well, mentally, and you dragged me out of the house to see that terrible movie Truth or Dare. Even though it was bad, it helped me stop living in my head for that night,” you scoot up so you’re closer to his face, giving him a quick peck. “You’ve always been there for me.”

     He interlocks his fingers with yours before bringing it up to his mouth to kiss. “Of course, I had to treat my imaginary girlfriend right,” he says. The corniness left you laughing and rolling your eyes. 

     “What about you, cornball?” You ask.

     His answer came instantly, as if he was waiting for this moment to finally share. “The second you started to get comfortable enough with me where you weren’t afraid to laugh without covering your mouth, belch out after you chugged a whole can of Coke, wear your insanely baggy clothes, fart and laugh about it afterwards. It kept building up and now here I am, in love with your disgusting self.”

     “Tell me the truth!” You pout, now feeling slightly embarrassed. 

     “That is the truth, I swear,” he smiles. He knows what his words have done, but he didn’t care. He loved watching your cheeks turn into a deep shade of red whenever you were embarrassed.

     He pulls the blanket over both of your heads before climbing on top of you. His eyes scan your body lying below him. When his eyes meet yours once again, he shakes his head slightly with a smile on his face. “All those nights I told you good luck on your dates, watching you walk out in your little black dress… you killed me. Especially the nights you came back in tears. I wanted to show you what real love was.”

     “Show me now then,” you pull his face to yours, both lips connecting for a moment. He rubbed his hands together as if he had a written out plan to complete. 

     “Well first…” his fingers latch to your stomach, pinching and pushing into your sensitive skin. He knew how insanely ticklish you were, and sometimes, he just couldn’t help himself. Your laughs ripped through your throat while you twisted your body to try to knock him off of you. Your squirming didn’t work, so you decided to squish your fingers to reach his armpits.

     His body instantly tenses up as he falls to the side, both of you tangled in blankets. Now both of you were laughing as you wiggle your fingers into his armpits, his tickle weakness. He tried to squeeze his arms closed to limit your access, but you were already too far in. “Okay, okay!” he laughed, “no more tickles!”

     You finally stopped once he showed mercy, but he immediately tackles you back down so he's on top again. Both of you were panting and out of breath as you looked at each other with goofy smiles on your faces. He leaned down slowly until he planted a kiss on your forehead, down to the middle of your eyebrows, to your nose, and then to your lips. The kisses were slow and meaningful. His lips lingered there before traveling down further to your chin and neck. His kisses were soft, just like his fingers, which followed the path his lips created. Tracing gentle circles into the side of your neck while his lips kissed and grazed the other side. You laid there completely relaxed, taking in the loving touch. 

     He tugged at your sleeping tank top. It was loose and stretchy enough that he could pull the straps and whole shirt off with ease. You were left laying bare chested when he came back up to you, now realizing that the room was slightly chilly. Your nipples perked from the lack of clothing now covering them. This was the first time Hoseok has seen you like this, and he is not disappointed by your gorgeous body. His lips go back to kissing your neck to the middle of your chest. After each kiss, your skin tingled and wanted more of him. His lips were below your breast and traveling up to your nipple, now perked from pure excitement. He wrapped his mouth around your sensitive area, but instead of sucking, he swirled his tongue around your nipple. Meanwhile, his finger went back to tracing circles around your other one.

     Your eyes flutter closed, enjoying how delicate his actions were towards you even in intimate moments like this. Your hands tangle into his hair to get some grip on the pleasure of his tongue against you. Because your eyes were closed, you didn’t notice him looking up at you. Watching your mouth part slightly when he lightly blew air on your breast after licking it. Watching your brows furrow the tiniest bit when he didn’t place his lips back around it. Instead, he continues down your stomach. He glided his fingers beside his mouth, feeling your stomach suck in a bit as he reaches the middle. He wanted to feel all of you and notice every little thing about you as he touched you. He wanted this moment to last as long as he possibly could, enjoying the way your legs looked as he slid off your last pieces of clothing. Kissing your inner thighs and legs while taking them off. He tossed your clothing aside, making you giggle from slight nervousness. Now completely naked in front of him, you had hoped that you looked how he wanted you to.

     His hands glided all the way up your body. He loved and memorized every bump and indent along the way, stopping at your face. His eyes were warm when looking into your eyes. “I love you...so, so much.”

     “I love you too, Hobi,” you leaned your head into his palm. His head dipped down to kiss you again, he never wanted to let go of you or to stop kissing you. His new favorite thing was to have you in front of him like this. Both of you so vulnerable, but so okay with it because you trusted each other with the world. When it came to each other, nothing else mattered but the others wellbeing. He could never describe in words how much you meant to him, but he could show you with other things. He slipped his tongue along your bottom lip, gradually growing enough confidence to explore your mouth. Licking across your bottom teeth and the sides of your cheeks. One of his hands rested on one of your breasts, massaging it with his palm. Your breathing grew heavy when you felt yourself wanted him more and more.

     Your hands travel up his shirt to pull it off, to which he complied. Tossing his shirt aside with the rest of the clothes, you felt up and down his toned chest and back. But, you grew impatient for all of him. When you began to tug at his sweatpant waistline, he pulled away.

     “I want to do this right,” he whispers against your lips. So, he kept his sweatpants on as he kissed down to your lower stomach again. He interlaced his fingers with yours once again while he placed tender kisses on top of your pussy, down each lip, and all around. He noticed the grip on his hands tighten when he neared your clit, so he licked up to your clit where he pushed his lips to for one final kiss. You bit down on your bottom lip to contain your whimpers and whines. You widen your legs, propping each one on the sides of his head.

     He sucked gently on your lips, tasting the wetness that has been created while waiting for him. You couldn’t contain the whimper that came out of your lips when he blew on your wet pussy. His teasing drove you insane, and he knew it. He loved watching it. He let one of your hands go to glide up and down one of your inner thighs as he dragged his tongue up and down your folds. He looked up at you, your brows furrowed again from trying to hold in your moans. He finally decided to give you what you’ve been wanting. His tongue focuses on your clit, licking slow circles. The pace quickens at a slow rate, but he couldn’t help noticing that your free hand began to grip your breast and your hips lightly thrusting up towards his touch. He disconnects his other hand to push two of his fingers inside of you. The penetration of his fingers push you over the edge causing your moans to escape your mouth louder now. He looked up at you the whole time. He couldn’t believe how good you looked no matter what. He couldn’t pull himself away from your face, until your hands gripped his hair.

     “Hobi,” you moaned under your breath. The sound of his name coming out of your mouth made him moan in response. He tried to readjust himself into a better position, but he felt a bump under the mattress. Being curious as to what it was, he slipped his arm under the mattress to pull out a bullet vibrator. Your face turned red, you hoped he wouldn’t judge you for something like that. The surprised look on his face hid the fact that he was completely turned on by the thought of using it on you. He went back down to where he was.

     “Tell me if you don’t like it,” he looks up at you, watching you nod. You didn’t know what to expect. Toys weren’t ever used on you with any of your boyfriends because you kept them a secret due to being embarrassed. Seeing Hobi into one of your secrets made you feel relieved that, out of all people, he’s the one that found it.

     He pushed his tongue across your clit as he wiggled the vibrator between your lips. Turning it on when he found your entrance, your grip immediately went to the sheets. He pushed the vibrator inside of you at a slow pace as he licked around you. Your thighs pressed against his head as he began to increase his pace.

     “Oh-oh my god,” you moan. Your head was sunken into the pillow, your eyes rolled back. Your hips bucked underneath him while your thighs and stomach clenched. He knew you were close. He wanted you so bad but he couldn’t stop you like this. He dreamt about what you would look like releasing all around him. He couldn’t help his temptations. He pushed down his sweatpants and underwear, wrapping his fingers along his length as he watched you scream from pleasure.

     “I’m gonna c-cum,” you cry out. Pulling his face into your hips as your hands guided him to  push the toy into you at a quicker pace. He felt your cum around his fingers while pumping the toy into you, knowing you had just came. You laid there moaning and out of breath as he rode out your high. 

     When you opened your eyes again, he was laying beside you propped up on one of his elbows. His hard cock stole your attention from his face. You didn’t care if you just came, you wanted him inside of you. You laid on your side , facing away from him. Playfully wiggling your butt across his length, he finally scooted against you. He planted kisses on your cheek and neck. His hands sliding up and down your side. His hands were large, yet soft against your skin.

     You stick his dick between both of your thighs, causing him to bite his lip. He thrusts into them, grinding against your folds while doing so. “I want you so bad right now,” he whispers into your ear. His head rested against yours as he felt the bliss of your soft damp thighs going up and down his cock. You reached up and pulled his mouth to yours. You wanted to make him feel like how he did to you. Loved.

     Your leg raises up, giving him access to your entrance. Taking the invitation, he curls his length to meet your hole. He pushed himself inside slowly. The feeling of your tight walls fitting perfectly around him made his breathing stop for a moment. It was his time to whimper. He snaked his arm under your leg to keep it up. His rhythm was slow, and his moans made you even wetter.

     “All th-those assholes have n-no idea what they’ve been m-missing,” he struggles to get out.

     You gave into the dirty talk, this was your turn to tease. “Because no ones ever fucked me like you can,” those words make him moan and his pace to quicken. You watch his hand reach for the vibrator again and turning it on. Your eyes squeeze shut when he pushes it up and down your clit as he pushes himself inside of you. The vibration sends your body into a pleasure shock, your legs tensing along with the grip you have on his wrists. The feeling of your walls clenching around him drives him insane.

     “F-fuck (Y/N), you’re gonna make me cum,” he stutters.

     “Cum in me,” you whine, you wanted to tease him but he made you feel too good.

     His thrusts stop inside of you when you feel his cum shoot inside of you, filling you to the brim. He kept the vibrator pushed against you until, shortly after, you cum for the second time. Your legs tangle with his as you are both left out of breath. He throws the vibrator aside before his arms wrap around you loosely.

     “And I always thought you were innocent,” he says. 

     You nudge him, laughing. “Yeah well, I always thought you had a small dick. I guess one of us was wrong,” you joke. His mouth drops open, and for a moment you thought that he took you serious. “Kidding! I swear!” you lean back into him.

     A pillow smacks your head and you hear him laughing. You gasp, taking another pillow to hit him back. Soon enough, a full-on pillow fight breaks loose and Hoseok holds nothing back. He hits you with the pillow repeatedly. You end up curling up in a ball with the pillow swinging across your back.

     “Hobi!” You laugh uncontrollably as you show mercy. He finally gives in and places the pillow where it was before.

     “Did I go too rough?” he winks. 

     “Maybe,” you ignore the slightly sexual meaning behind his words. You looked up at him, your hair was a static mess. He laughs and pushes the hair away from your face.

     “Hey, what time is it?” He asks.

     You snap back into reality that he might not be able to stay with you all day as you look around for your phone. Finally finding it and turning on your screen, you were shocked to see that it was already noon. “Did you have anywhere you needed to go today?” The puppy dog eyes you gave him made his heart melt inside of his chest. 

     “No, do you?” He says. You shake your head with a smile. “So that means I can have you all to myself today?” He pulls you into his side and spreads the blankets over you both again. You laid there, tracing hearts over his bare chest and both head of heels for each other.

     “Why have you stuck with me for so long?” You say, quietly. You felt as if you didn’t deserve him suddenly. After all this time, he was a great guy to you and you shouldn’t have taken so long to notice.

     “Because you’re amazing. You didn’t need to have feelings back for me to know that,” he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m just lucky to have you now, that’s all,” he smiles.

     When you look up at him, he looks down at you. You were his world. You hugged him tightly, you were never letting him go. He gave you a whole new meaning on why you needed him in your life. You loved him like you’ve never loved before. Your feelings felt so escalated like you were a teenager again with a highschool crush, but you know that phase was over. This was real. All the giggling, tickling, teasing, flirting, and touching was real. Sometimes the person that you end up being with is closer than you think.

Requested by: I lost the usernames from the rest of my requests, so I’m sorry :(

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Request #4 Signature Dish

- Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

- Genre: Cooking show!AU, fluff, smut

- Warnings/Tags: slightly anxious reader, famous chef Jin, cooking date, dom Jin, oral fixation, fingering, sex in public place, angry Jin, rough sex, choking, making out, hair pulling, mark making, nipple sucking, ear licking/sucking, juice tasting, slight m. masturbation, cumming on stomach

- Word Count: 4203 words

- Summary: You thought you were lucky when the famous chef, Kim Seokjin slid right on you on a dating app. Both having a great time spending a romantic night together, cooking and talking. What you both didn’t know was that he was going to be the surprise guest judge on the cooking competition you were going to be in the next day. Will your previous date with him get in the way of your dream to become the next best chef, or will his judging be unbiased?

    “Are you serious?!” Emily, your best friend, screeched on the other end of the phone call.

     “Yes! He invited me over tonight!” Jumping up and down in the middle of your living room, your inner fangirl unleashed her excitement. Better to do it now than on the date.

     “Text me when it’s over and let me know how it went! Get ready and don’t look like a roach or I’ll kill you,” she avowed while laughing.

      Both sharing a laughing fit before saying your goodbyes, you found yourself alone with butterflies in your stomach. After work, you noticed that the famous chef Kim Seokjin showed interest in you on one of the dating apps you had in your phone. After texting him while keeping your cool, he asked you on a date at his house where he insisted on cooking you a great dinner. That date was tonight.

     Still dressed in your work clothes, you rummage through your closet frantically trying to find something remotely attractive to your figure. Finally managing to pull out a cute outfit, you fluffed up your hair and touched up your light makeup. You wore a loose fitted light blue blouse tucked into a high-waisted jean skirt with buttons going all the way down. To complete the look you had a simple gold bracelet, super small light brown purse, and white and black leopard print pumps that had a gold chain that traveled up your foot and around your ankles.

     “Don’t be a spaz tonight,” you point to yourself in the mirror. Since you were also a chef, it may be super easy for you two to hit it off. Maybe he could give you some tips tonight on cooking more difficult dishes. And, god, did you hope that he looked just as good as he did on TV. 

     Soon you find yourself standing in front of his house after your Uber drops you off. His house was enormous, wrapping around the end of a neighborhood that looked off to a view of mountains in the backyard. You take a quick breath before your heels click up to his front door and buzz the doorbell. The sound echoes through the house before he opens the door. His eyes light up when he motions for you to come in.

     “You look great!” he exclaimed with a bright smile spread across his face. Meeting your eyes with his made you almost freeze up. He was just as hot in person. His scruffy black hair to his dark plump lips to his tall, broad body. His light blue button up fell loosely around his toned body along with his khaki colored slacks.

     “Thank you,” you blush. He could read your body language that you were shy with him.

     “Don’t be so shy. I’m not intimidating in person like how I am on TV. I promise,” his hand found the middle of your back, guiding you to kitchen.

     His appearances on TV were somewhat comical from the hard-ass persona he created for himself. From yelling insults to cooks that made minor mistakes, he made people scared of him. But, he was known as one of the best cooks there was and that’s how he kept himself going. With that, the gentleness of the touch on your back seemed completely out of character.

     “You can sit down at the counter while I cook dinner—if you’d like,” he proposed by pulling out one of the chairs for you to sit in. 

     “Well I was thinking that I could give you a hand. You can give me pointers and, maybe, I have a few things up my sleeve as well. I’m a cook too,” you say, curious as to what his response would be.

     “I must’ve skimmed over that on your profile! Where do you work?” he sounds impressed.

     “I have my own restaurant. It’s called La Bella Cucina,” you answer, eating up the look he gives you as his eyes travel up and down your frame.

     “Italian...maybe you should be cooking dinner tonight,” he laughs. He walks over to his kitchen to sort all of the ingredients he had across his countertops.

     Scooting over next to him, you observe the ingredients out. “What were you planning on making?”

     His gaze drifts down at you with a look of admiration. “I was thinking of a spring pea risotto,” he states.

     “Piece of cake,” you give him a wink. 

     He ended up agreeing to you joining him. Standing side by side chopping up food, showing each other tricks and tips, and talking about the two different lives you both live. Normally, cooking next to such a famous chef would make you think that you would be a nervous wreck; yet it was so comfortable with him. Soon enough he was scooping the risotto onto a plate and you sprinkled some parmesan cheese on top to finish it off.

     “Wallah,” he smiles at you. Risotto was a more difficult dish to make and he was thrilled that you guys could work together to make such a delicious meal. Not to mention, you both really hit it off while cooking as well. 

     Once he set the dishes on the table, he pours some wine into both of your glasses. The wine had Picpoul de Pinet written on the olive colored bottle. “This wine has a nice acidity that pairs well with the lush risotto,” he sets the bottle aside after pouring both glasses.

     “Thank you for inviting me over to your home. It’s beautiful by the way,” you unfold the napkin onto your lap before sorting out the silverware in front of you. His gentle touch makes its way back onto your hand when he reaches across the table to place his palm over the top of your hand. The gliding of his thumb made your skin tingle under his touch. 

     “Definitely not as beautiful as you...the second I saw your picture I was so taken aback. And then when you said you’re cook as well? You’re amazing!” he enthused with bright eyes.

     “You have no idea what it means for a great chef like you to say that,” you marvel at his words and this whole situation unfolding.

     He shakes his head while raising his glass and you follow to clink against his, taking a sip afterwards. “Let’s eat shall we?” He sets down his glass.

     You both dive into the dish, immediately falling in love with the forkful in your mouth. Instantly the dish became one of your favorites from the flavor and the person you got to talk to while making it.

     “This is delicious,” you both say in unison causing you both to laugh.

•••

     When the night came to an end, you were quite surprised that he never lead you to his bedroom— a bit disappointed too. He opened his car door for you, a kind act you don’t see a lot of guys do anymore these days. As he drove you home, his hand rested on your thigh lightly. The size of his hands and lengthy fingers made your mind go elsewhere. You really wanted to invite him inside your home when you got there, but you figured that if he wanted to he wouldn't have waited this long. He walked you up to your front door and you couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed at the size difference between your guys’ houses.

     “Maybe on our second date, you can stay the night and we’ll cook breakfast together too,” he shoves his hands in his pockets. For the first time tonight he looked nervous.

     “Second date, huh?” You couldn’t help but smile. He did like you after all. 

     “I would love to, but only if you would like to as well,” his eyes dance across your face, searching for your answer.

     “Of course!” you exclaimed.

     Watching him inch closer to you, the butterflies in your stomach started to flutter immensely. “Perfect,” his voice breathes before his lips press against yours softly. It was an innocent kiss that left you feeling like you were on cloud nine when he pulled away, his hand still cupping one of your cheeks. “Goodnight (Y/N).”

     “Goodnight, drive safe!” you wave goodbye after he walks down your steps. You push open your door and flip the lights on. Standing by the window, you wait until he drives off before you realize that your cheeks hurt from the intense smile pastured across your face. Leaning against your closed door, you squeal from excitement from the kiss that you never thought you would have. You tossed and turned in your sheets for a while that night, nervous for the big day you had tomorrow and the lingering happiness you had from the night before.

•••

     The Uber ride was silent on your way to the film set. Nervousness coursed through your body, leading you to fiddle with your own fingers to occupy your anxiety. Today was the day that you had the opportunity to show the world the cooking skills you had. Hopefully, giving your restaurant publicity to become the best in town. The show you were arriving to was one of your favorites to watch on TV— called In The Flames. It was a cooking competition show where two people were chosen to make up a dish— based off of the theme for the episode— and the chef with the better dish wins $10,000 and a winner title. In this episode, you were going against a master chef named Min Yoongi who was another restaurant owner in your town. Having never met him, you hoped that he did not have the skill level you did.

     “We’re here,” the Uber driver wakes you out of your overthinking state of mind. When you walk into the building, people lead you to the dressing room where they made you change into a black chef jacket and matching black pants. They placed your hair in a half up-half down style, slapped on some warm brown eyeshadow, and amaranth colored lipstick on your lips. You didn’t have the time to say that you weren’t really feeling the look before you were pushed out to the filming set where you were able to meet your competitor Yoongi.

     You shake each other’s hands, his grip tighter than it should be. “May the best cook win,” his face was deadpan and the opposite of friendly.

     Giving him a warm smile and a nod, you turn away from him immediately after. You had to admit that meeting him gave you an uneasy feeling. Nothing about him seemed welcoming. Winning may be harder than you think today.

     It was almost time for the director to start filming, so you took the remaining time to check out the set. It was a big room with two kitchens next to each other. In the back, there was all the ingredients for any possible dish and in the front there was a small booth with three seats for the judges.

     “Are you guys ready? We’re filming in about a minute,” the director asks, both you and Yoongi nodding in response. The introduction of the show consisted of you and Yoongi sharing your backgrounds in cooking and what it meant for you if you won the money. Once filming the intro was over, you and Yoongi both stood in each of the kitchens.

     “And now we welcome our judges: Kim Namjoon, Jung Hoseok, and our special surprise judge… Kim Seokjin!” The host, Park Jimin, announces. Your stomach drops as you watch Jin walk towards the booth. His gaze meets yours and you watch him eyes widen and then narrow. Is that anger? You shrink into yourself. “Are you chefs ready to cook all you got tonight?” Jimin turns to face us.

     “Yes!” you both shout back in unison.

     “Tonight’s theme is...date night. Cook up your best dinner for a one on one night with that special someone,” he declares before the timer begins to tick on the huge clock hanging on the wall. You almost laugh from the irony, but then the idea hits you: make what you and Jin made last night!

     Jin’s eyes follow your every move as the timer ticks down to zero. You run to the back to collect all your ingredients and spread them across the counter. “You got this,” you whisper to yourself.

     To begin, you boil water for the peas and heat up the chicken stock while waiting for the water to boil. When the water is done boiling, you try to reach for the peas but they’re not there. Panic smacks you in the chest as you forget how to breathe while you look all over; until you find them buried back in the fridge you pulled them out of.

     “What the hell?” Your face twists with confusion as to how they were put back in there. You remember clearly that you pulled them out to begin with. You look around and catch a glimpse of Yoongi smirking to himself. Sabotage.

     Thankfully, after that the rest of the time went smoothly even though you lost a few minutes searching for your missing peas and, soon enough, you were dishing all three of the judge’s plates. You thought you were done with a minute to spare, but another idea came about when you looked at the wine rack. You ran across the room to grab Picpoul de Pinet wine and three wine glasses. The timer rings just as you pour the last glass, setting down the bottle with a wash of relief.

     “Cut! You guys can take a couple minute break before they try your dishes,” the director instructs. To your surprise, Jin approaches you.

     “So was last night a date or a way you can use me for today?” His enduring presence from last night was long gone as he looks at you with disgust. You stood there dumbfounded and a bit annoyed that he would think about you like that.

     “Excuse me? I didn’t even know you were going to be on this show today,” you stand your ground and cross your arms in front of him.

     “It’s really a shame because I thought we really hit it off,” he huffed, not believing a word you just said.

     “No, it’s really a shame that your ego is that big to think that I used you when I’m the one who helped you with dinner last night,” a ring buzzed through the room, signifying it’s time to start filming again. Jin resorts to sitting back down in his chair and waits for the director to start again. Meanwhile, you and Yoongi stood in front of the judge booth, you avoiding to make eye contact with Jin.

     “Action!” the director yells.

     Jimin’s voice begins right after saying, “(Y/N), let’s start out with your dish. Tell us what it is.”

     “I made a spring pea risotto with Picpoul de Pinet that has a nice acidity that pairs well with the lush risotto,” you quote the exact words Jin said about the wine last night. You smugly smile at Jin, “Enjoy.”

     If looks could kill, you’d be split in half by the way Jin stared at your while sipping the wine. You watch him pick up his fork and scoop a pile of the risotto in his mouth. “It’s a bit bland,” he mumbled. In response, the other two judges look at him in disbelief.

     “I think this dish is absolutely amazing! Great job on the risotto,” Jung Hoseok gives you a thumbs up before taking another bite.

     “Yeah ignore what Jin said… this is excellent,” Kim Namjoon nods his head to assure you. Jin sits there in silence as he rolls his eyes at the judges. 

     “Okay judges flip through your scores and show us what you think,” Jimin tucks his arms behind his back as he watches them fiddle with their number cards.

     “Okay, I think we’re ready,” Namjoon says. They turned their cards around at the same time: Hoseok-9, Namjoon-9, Jin-4. Your jaw drops when you see Jin’s card. You knew that your dish wasn’t bad; his pettiness making your blood boil.

     “Okay that averages out to 7.3! Well done (Y/N). Show us what you have for us Yoongi,” Jimin says. 

     “I made you guys a lobster fra diavolo,” Yoongi watches intently as the judges twirl their forks within the dish.

     “Wow… this is magnificent. Super creamy,” Jin wipes his mouth with a napkin.

     “Yes, it’s creamy, but I think it could’ve used a bit more salt,” said Namjoon.

     “Yeah and the lobster is a bit tough on mine,” Hoseok chews. You bite the inside of your cheek to try to hold the flustered look on Jin and Yoongi. When showing the scores for Yoongi: Hoseok-5, Namjoon-6, Jin-8.

     “Okay and that averages out to 6.3. Congratulations (Y/N)! You are the winner of In The Flames!” Jimin applauds along with the judges. Everyone had a smile on their face, but Jin’s face was stone cold. Yoongi nods, obviously disappointed in the outcome.

     “Thank you for having me on the show,” he says before walking out with his head down. The camera follows him out the door and then pans to you celebrating. The thought of $10,000 made you jump and hug all the judges to thank them.

     When the cameras turn off, you walk back over to Jin. “Looks like I didn’t need your approval to win,” you articulated. Everyone leaves the set but you two.

     “I guess not, but apparently you needed my recipe,” he barked back.

     “Maybe so, but at least I don’t have to lie about the food tasting good,” you laugh, jumping back to sit on the judge booth while still facing him.

     “Who said I lied?” a smile finally cracks his face.

     “The other judges’ opinions weren’t coming from an angry egotistical boy like yourself, so I assumed,” you retort.

     He closes the space between you both. “What did you just call me?”

     “An angry. egotistical. boy,” you eye him up and down.

     “Usually I wait a couple more dates for this, but it looks like you need to be shown a lesson right now,” he pulls the middle of your back against his torso as his body stood between your dangling legs. You couldn’t lie and act like his other hand pulling your hair back didn’t make you pool at the bottom of your panties. The way his tongue traveled up your neck to meet your lips made your eyes flutter closed. Once he reached your lips, he connected his to them in a deep kiss. His plump lips wrapped and pulled yours at a quick pace. Your arms wrap around his neck to deepen the kiss even more, his tongue sliding to lick up your mouth. His grip that he had on your hair tightened along with his jeans resting between your thighs. You could feel it pushing against you, so you wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him against you more as you yearned for the pressure. Your bodies pressed against one another when he pulled your head back to expose your neck. His lips roamed around the sensitive skin, leaving marks along the way. He tugs at the collar of your jacket before ripping the buttons off, leaving your chest bare for him to squeeze your breasts. You moan as he dips his head down to suck your nipples raw, licking around the tender area. His hand travels down to slip beneath your pants to rub you hard and quick against your underwear. Your breath hitches from his touch, grabbing his hair and bucking your hips to his fingers. To contain your moans, he connects his lips to yours. The dreadful colored lipstick was smeared on both of your faces at this point.

     He fumbled to unbuckle his belt, pants dropping to his ankles when he finally undid them. He didn’t hesitate to slide your pants and panties off as well, leaving you completely naked in the open filming set. He positioned your legs by having your feet up on the table, knees pulled apart, and your pussy propped up for him to enter into. You held yourself up with your arms slanted backward behind you on the table, biting your lip as you watched him look at you with his dilated pupils. Your pussy was dripping for his dick the second you first met him, and now was the time you’ve been waiting for.

     He spread your lips apart with his fingers, moaning as he takes in the sight. “Such a pretty pussy. I shouldn’t have contained myself on the first date,” he curls his finger inside. You whine from him only starting with one finger, but his other hand’s finger pushed into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around it and suck as you watch his reaction. He pulls his bottom lip in his mouth as he watches you. When he curls a second finger inside your cunt, he adds another finger to your mouth as well. As pumps into you faster, you thrust up into his fingers to go deeper. Moans getting muffled from the fingers in your mouth.

     “How about one more finger, hmm?” he whispers in your ear, licking and sucking the lobe.

     You nod and flutter your lashes up to meet his gaze. He moans as he watches you squirm while he slips his third finger in. Instead of adding a third finger to your mouth, he pulled them out to latch around your neck. Squeezing slightly, your moans manage to squeak out as his fingers slam into your soaking pussy. His grip loosens when he slowly pulls his fingers out to stick them in his mouth. He groans as he sucks your juices clean off his fingers. 

     He waited at your entrance with his huge length, wiggling it up and down your folds. Getting impatient, your scoot closer and whine for more. Feeding his ego a bit, he smirks. He’s sure to rub circles around your swollen clit as he inches himself inside of you. Your head drops back from the delicious stretch. Your loud moans echo throughout the large empty room. His breath stutters when he reaches balls deep inside of you. The suction of your tight pussy while he pulled out made him grip on your neck to contain himself. He sucked and nibbled your earlobe as he thrusted into you slowly, enjoying every second of it.

     “Harder,” you whimper. Doing exactly as said, he quickens the pace. The fronts of his thighs smacked into the edge of the table. The position he placed you in made it feel like his cock was being thrusted deep into your abdomen. To get a grip of the immense pleasure, you dug your nails into his shoulders. His hands dropped to your lower back to pull you into him more. As he ground circles inside of you, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you pushed your hips up and down his groin. The moans started to become high pitched as you felt yourself growing closer to your high. He took that as an opportunity to push you over the edge by thrusting at an insane rate of quickness. He watched as your mouth opened into an ‘O’ shape and your eyes screwed shut. Your grip on him tightened as you poured all over him still thrusting into you to reach his own bliss.

     Not long after, he pulled out of you quickly. Pumping his length as he laid you down across the table, his load shot and drizzled on your stomach. His moans become guttural as he tugs his last drips on top of you, making eye contact with you when he’s done.

     “One second...they have to have paper towels in this kitchen somewhere,” he picks up his pants before scanning the kitchen. “Ah ha!” he grabs a towel from one of the cabinets and wipes you up gently. Pulling you up from the booth, you now stood in front of each other once again. The disbelief that you just had sex with one of the most famous chefs makes you shy to look at him again normally. He cuts the awkwardness by pulling you into one more kiss.

     “I’m sorry for lying about your dish. I just didn’t want to admit that it was better than mine last night,” he confesses with a laugh.

     You giggle from his words. “I guess you’ll just have to prove your famous cooking to me on our next date,” you nudge his shoulder.

     “Yeah and my manners,” he blushes.

Requested by: I lost the usernames from the rest of my requests, so I’m sorry :(

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Request #3

Missed Calls

- Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

- Genre: Long Distance!AU, fluff, light angst

- Warnings/Tags: anxious reader, kissing, cuddling, bad cook Yoongi, cuteness overload, pure fluff

- Word Count: 3,391

- Summary: You and Yoongi have been long distance dating for about a year now ever since you moved. You had to admit that it took some getting used to. But something is off today when he isn’t answering your texts or calls all day.

     Your eyes peel open, the sunlight burning into your retinas. Placing your hand over your eyes to shield the sad truth that it’s time to get up. The phone sitting next to you was off, meaning the FaceTime with you and Yoongi must’ve ended during the night. He probably just ended it this morning when he woke up, you thought to yourself.

     Almost every night you and Yoongi called to fill in on each others’ days and just talk about random things. After all, it was the closest thing you two had to spending time with each other now.

     It has been almost a year since you guys have been apart from each other. Before, you both were together for a couple years throughout high school. You both have been through thick and thin together, but it was definitely the hardest obstacle when reality and the real world hit you both— growing up and living past high school. Everyone going their separate ways, people spreading their wings to colleges that are in places they’ve never been. It was just how it went for everyone— including you and Yoongi. Yoongi decided it was best for him to stay in Illinois for college, meanwhile you wanted to venture out to Minnesota. Not too far, but far enough for space from your family and your original home.

     Even though there was distance between you and Yoongi, the relationship you had still remained. It’s definitely something you both had to get used to, but it works nonetheless. Calls every night and sweet texts throughout the day is what kept you both connected. You were grateful to not live on campus with a roommate because you’re sure they would’ve wanted to rip your hair out by now. All the long nights you two had talking to each other would drive anyone crazy. Working your ass off and saving money for your own little condo really pays off. 

     After rubbing the sleep off your eyes, you rolled over to your phone once again. Sliding your fingers across your screen you send a text to Yoongi:

Good morning babe ☼

     And with that, one last stretch finally brought you to your feet. It was Saturday morning and you thought about the lack of things you had planned unlike other people. Having nothing to do made you even happier than going to parties, so your empty schedule didn’t really bother you. Other than a few groceries you needed to get, you looked forward to sitting in front of your TV and doing nothing.

     To wake yourself up, you freshened up yourself with a quick shower. The warm water hitting your face made you want to crawl back in your bed and sleep the rest of the day away. Not having the motivation to put together an outfit, you slip on your comfy clothes. Your comfy clothes consisted of a slightly purplish grey cropped fuzzy sweater that slid past your shoulders and white sweatpants. The waistband of the sweatpants was folded down once, making you stomach visible. You pulled a thick pink cloth headband over your head to cover your forehead which looked a little big when your overgrown bleach blonde hair was placed into a ponytail. To finish your lazy look, you slipped on a pair of white canvas tennis shoes. 

     It was 10am when you glanced at your phone, wondering if Yoongi ever texted back. The screen showed an empty screen, but you shrugged it off— it was only an hour. Maybe he’s busy today. 

     Just as you were about to leave, you pour some food in a dog bowl and give your dog a praise before stepping out the door. Keys spun around your finger as you waited for the condo’s elevator to take you to the ground floor. Your phone addiction took control again causing you to check your phone again— still nothing.

     As soon as you made it to your car, you blared some tunes. ‘Stuck With Me’ by The Neighborhood played as you backed out of your parking space and ventured out into the street. You tapped and sang along while driving until Starbucks caught your eye.

     Thoughts of a Frappuccino and a cake pop made your stomach grumble from the lack of breakfast you had this morning. Starbucks’ drive thru was always slow, causing you to flip through a couple of your socials on your phone. Seeing that Yoongi still hasn’t even read your message, you decide to text him again:

Have anything planned for today?

Who knows? Maybe he simply missed the first text notification and he’ll see the second one. You sigh and toss your phone on the passenger seat.

     The cash register takes your card and hands you your strawberry cake pop and caramel mocha Frappuccino. Devouring the cake pop in one bite, you were left sipping your drink on your way to the grocery store. 

     You shoved your hands in your pockets when you scanned the aisles of goods. Already having your necessities in your shopping cart, you found yourself in the snack aisle. Pulling out some popcorn and sweet Hostess boxes, you were satisfied with your cart.

     Once you were back home, you were placing eggs in your fridge when you felt a buzz in your pocket. Hoping it was from Yoongi, you pulled out your phone— a stupid Twitter notification.

     Noon. You sat in front of your TV with a grilled cheese in your hand. Clouds covered the sky in a dark grey blanket, and it wasn’t long before it started to storm outside. The perfect atmosphere to watch scary movies. You randomly picked out The Meg to watch seeing how it was one of the only scary movies on Netflix you haven’t seen yet. Blankets wrapped around you as you munch on food while your dog, Ollie, sat beside you.

     “You’re just so cute,” you coo as you throw him a piece of bread crust. Since you lived alone, you needed the company of something. That’s when you decided to get Ollie. He was still a puppy, but he was growing into his full size. He was a Samoyed, meaning he had long fluffy white fur and a black button nose. He was your own big teddy bear when you missed cuddles from Yoongi.

     You hugged a pillow to your chest and laid down next to Ollie, trying to push your worries away. After a couple minutes, you drifted off to sleep. 

     The brightness of the sun shining through the overcast weather woke up you up with a overdramatic stretch. During your nap, you headband flew off and your phone screen reflection showed that your face now had indentations where the pillow creased against your face. Clicking on your phone to illuminate the screen revealed that it was now 3pm and there was still no text back from Yoongi. Annoyance started to trickle within yourself. 

     He never did this. Whenever he was busy, he would let you know beforehand so you wouldn’t worry. Maybe he was hurt? You decided to try to call him. Your foot tapped the floor as you heard the rings turn into a voicemail.

     “If it’s important enough, just leave a message and I’ll get back to you,” Yoongi’s voice said on the automated message. You roll your eyes and hang up the call before it went to voicemail. Stop overthinking this. 

     Scrolling through social media, you notice that he hasn’t been active since yesterday. He hasn’t picked up his phone at all today? 

     To get your mind off things, you pull out Ollie’s leash. He immediately gets the hint that you’re taking him for a walk as his tail whips back and forth. It wasn’t raining anymore and you had nothing else to do.

     He pulls you out your door all the way outside where the chilly air hits your face. You walk past one of the older ladies in your building whose grown to be a best friend and mother figure to you while living here.

     “Hello (Y/N)! How are you doing today, love?” she smiles warmly. 

     You slow Ollie down and pull him to sit at your sit while you talk. “Well...not so good. Yoongi hasn’t been answering my texts or calls all day and I’m kinda worried. I don’t know if I’m being too clingy or not.” 

     “I mean, you guys live states away. It’s natural for you to feel worry. What exactly are you worrying over?” she asks.

     “A lot of things. I trust him but that thought in the back of my head still lingers that he might be doing something he shouldn’t. He could be hurt or in trouble. Maybe I’m just overthinking and he’s busy,” you hug your arms to your chest. It’s chillier than you thought it would be.

     “Don’t assume, dear. It makes the waiting and worrying intensify. You’ll just have to wait and see. Best of luck to you!” she nods. You knew she was right, but it wasn’t easy. 

     “Thank you. I’ll see you later,” you wave goodbye. You let Ollie tug his own path until you couldn’t handle the cold anymore.

      When you got back home, you plopped back onto the couch. Staring at the conversation between you and Yoongi, you couldn’t help but feel irritated. The first text you sent him was at 9am and it was now 4pm. Being so accustomed to texting him all day to make up for the fact you both couldn’t see each other, made the lack of texting bothersome and worrying. Just when you were thinking the worst, your phone dings.

Yoongi: Hey sorry. I was busy today. I made it up to you and delivered you something. Should be there any minute 😘

     You were in the middle of typing a thousand questions, but the doorbell buzzed before you could click send. You opened the door expecting a box sitting at your door, but instead, it was Yoongi with a smile planted on his face. He held a bouquet of pastel pink and white roses in his hand. Before you could thank him and grab the flowers, you jumped into his arms. It’s been months since the last time you both saw each other due to work schedules and linking times.

     You kiss him passionately as he twirls you around while you’re hugged into his chest. His lips press softly against yours as he holds you tightly to his chest. The moment you both let go, you were smiling ear to ear. He gestures the flowers for you to take.

     “Found these on the way and they reminded me of you. Sorry about not texting. I was driving all day and I wanted it to be a surprise,” he smiles.

     You brush it off, not wanting to bring up the fuss you would’ve made if he never ended up surprising you like this. As you placed your new flowers in a vase, he slid off his jacket. Thankfully, you weren’t the only one wearing your comfy clothes today. He wore a baggy white shirt with black sweatpants along with black slides and a pair of white headphones draped along his neck.

     Once you set your flowers on your dining table, you go over to hug Yoongi again. This time he was able to hug you back completely, swaying back and fourth. You breath in his fresh cologne smell, the smell that he always wore.

     “I’ve missed you so much,” you say into his chest.

    “I’ve missed you too, baby.” He presses his lips against your forehead. “What do you say about us spending the rest of tonight binging netflix and eating snacks and tomorrow I take you somewhere special?” he says, cocking his head down to look at you. 

     “Ooo somewhere special? Like what?” you question.

     “I did my research on this area and let’s say it’s another surprise” he kisses your nose.

    You both end up ordering pizza, tossing Ollie a few pieces of crust when finishing a slice. American Horror Story played on the TV. It was getting close to Halloween, so it was time to binge watch scary movies all night. Once the pizza was devoured, you both laid down together. He laid behind you on the couch, arms wrapped around your waist as you faced the TV. His grasp pulled you in close enough that both of your bodies were pressed up against one another.

     “It’s the little things like this that I miss the most,” he kisses your temple. His words made you melt into him— you felt the same way. You turn around to face him and cup your hands around his face. Brushing your thumbs across his cheeks, his eyes lit up as he looked at you. He looked so god damn adorable that you couldn’t help but kiss him.

     “Eventually, when we’re both done with school, distance won’t be a problem anymore. That’s all I have to keep telling myself. I love you so much and I can’t wait for the future with you by my side,” you gush.

     He takes one of your hands to interlace his fingers within. “How’d I get so lucky?” He could tell you were growing tired by the way your eyes drooped every now and again, so he shut off the TV to scoop you up in his arms. He lays you down on the bed where you pull the covers over yourself, him joining soon after. 

     Cuddling up to his chest, you feel him sigh contently before closing his eyes. “Goodnight (Y/N)...I love you.”

     “Goodnight babe. PS this is way better than a FaceTime call,” you cause him to chuckle. His fingers traced lines up and down your arm before you both fall asleep. 

     Yoongi woke up before you, like usual. Tucking your hair behind your ear before waking you up. “Good morning sunshine. Let’s get ready for the day I have planned.”

     You groan as you roll out of bed to get ready while Yoongi brings his suitcase of clothes up from his car. You wanted to actually try with your appearance today unlike yesterday. Pulling on a white knit sweater with the middle tucked into semi high waisted jeans with a hole slit on each knee. Pairing that with brown ankle boots and the same colored brimmed hat on top of your loosely curled hair.

     “Ready,” you step out to see Yoongi wearing a grey sweatshirt, green jacket, and ripped jeans. His eyes crinkle together as he smiled brightly.

     “You look perfect,” he takes your hand in his while you both walk down to his car to his first destination: a coffee shop.

     “I thought it would be good to start off our day with some breakfast and I know how much you like your coffee,” he parks his car and you both walk in. The smell of coffee beans and sweets fill the room. He orders a breakfast wrap for himself while you order yourself a hot coffee and a cheese danish.

     While you sipped your coffee and looked out the window, you heard Yoongi take a picture. Your eyes snap back to meet his and you tilt your head questioning him.

     “I needed a new screensaver and you looked so picture perfect just now. I couldn’t resist,” he shrugs.

     You couldn’t help but smile. He knew what his sweet words did to you every time he said them, yet he could never grow old of your gorgeous smile.

     Thankfully, Yoongi advised you take your hot coffee to go because the next activity he had in store was apple picking. He always thought the idea of ‘perfect fall dates’ were cheesy, but he knew how much of a sucker you were for them. 

     You occasionally sipped your coffee to heat your body up on the chilly day, but once you were finished, Yoongi ran through the tree aisles with you on his back. You wrapped your arms around his neck while bouncing all over his back as he sprinted as fast as he could, drawing laughs out of both of you. When he finally let you down, you managed to find a few good looking apples to place into your basket. Of course, you both had to point out the rotten stepped on apples and say ‘that’s you.’

     “Come here,” Yoongi whispered as he stood behind a tree. You followed him, not sure if he was going to point out another apple or something else.

     He takes off your hat before connecting his lips with yours as he held the hat up to cover your faces from the cool wind. In that moment, everything felt in place for you two. Being together and so happy to be able to physically touch one another again made you both so grateful for this moment.

     After picking out a few more apples, you both decided it was time to go back home and warm back up by cooking some apple pie. On the way back home you both jammed out to your favorite songs as his hand rested firmly on your thigh—something little that you’ve adored for the longest time.

•••

     “It says to mix all the dry ingredients in the bowl,” Yoongi reads off of a cookbook ‘Baking for Dummies.’ Flour was already powdered on both of your clothes and the counters. It was safe to say that you both were terrible cooks and bakers.

     Yoongi grabs the bowl and mixed everything with his hands since you couldn’t find a whisk for the life of you. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him trying so hard, yet looking so clueless. 

     “What are you laughing at, huh?” he smacks your ass, leaving a flour hand print on your jeans. You laugh, dipping your hands in the dry mixture and leaving hand prints on his sweatshirt. The kitchen was a mess, but it was a job for later.

     Yoongi dipped his hands in again and grabbed your cheeks, pulling you into a kiss. You wrapped your hands around his wrists as your lips tangled together. The string of kisses stop from Yoongi’s laughs.

     “This apple pie thing kind of failed,” he taps a circle of flour on the tip of your nose.

     “I would have to agree with that,” you say as you look around to the powder mess scattered across the kitchen.

     “I’ll make it up to you. Let’s change into some clean clothes and I’ll take you out to dinner and desert for tonight,” he smacks your other cheek to leave one last handprint. 

     After debating on where to go, you both decided that it would be a nice treat to go to The Cheesecake Factory. The chicken samosas you ordered were delicious, and just enough to still have room for desert. You and Yoongi decided to share a pineapple upside-down cheesecake.

     “Thank you so much for today and coming to visit, Yoongs. You’re the best seriously,” you shove a spoonful of cake in your mouth.

     “It’s not over yet. I have one last thing for you,” he pulls out a little box and flips the top open to see a skinny golden band with little diamonds in it. “Don’t worry, it’s a promise ring.”

     You felt tears build up in your eyes as he slid the ring on your finger. He kissed your hand before you placed your hand out to admire the sparkle emitting from the ring.

     “I figured that it was long overdue that I promise myself to you. I love you so much (Y/N) and I want you to know that, even if I may suck at answering your texts throughout the day, I still think about you every second. Now, when you miss me, you’ll have a piece of me with you at all times,” he holds both of your hands in his.

     “I love you so much,” you reach over and lock lips over the table. A tear of joy falls from your cheek. The love you had for each other will always keep you together, no matter the distance between.

Requested by: I lost the usernames from the rest of my requests, so I’m sorry :(

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Request #2 My Little Secret

- Pairing: Namjoon x Reader - Genre: Highschool!AU, smut, angst, slight fluff - Warnings/Tags: secret relationship, making out, teasing, alcohol mention, drug mention, flirting, flashing, drunk reader, grinding, drunk sex, choking, possessive Namjoon, nipple play, oral sex (f. receiving), mark making, rough sex, fingering, doggy style, hair pulling, restraints, riding, squirting, supportive best friend - Word Count: 5,211 words - Summary: You and Namjoon have been in a very intensely lustful and loving relationship for some time, but it’s been kept a secret. Namjoon was nerdy, being the captain of the math team. While you were one of the popular party animals of your grade. Fear of judgment and open commitment kept both of your mouths sealed, but Namjoon is growing impatient. It’s time for you to step up and forget about what people might say. 

|| To read Chloe’s story with Jungkook, click here ||

     High school was a drag. Everyday we ate the same kind of food, dress the same, sit in front of the same kind of teachers...yeah school was just that kind of hell.

     You found yourself sitting at lunch with your friends Olivia, Lucy, Hannah, and Chloe. Chloe was your best friend out of the group by far, you both couldn’t do anything without each other.

     Your fingers dug into the cold hard french fries and brought it to your mouth. Yuck. School lunches really were the worst, but you were too lazy to make yourself lunches everyday. You couldn’t even say anything because, no matter how stale the fries were, you still got them everyday. 

     Other than the food, lunch was the best part of the day. You always found yourself wheezing your head off from laughter with your friends over the dumbest stuff. Just as you were right now, hand slapping on the table as you tried not to choke on the fry in your mouth. The inside jokes you guys had always got you the most. It took you a couple minutes to wipe the tears forming on the corners of your eyes and to catch your breath.

     Everyone had already started a new conversation by the time you were able to function again. Looking up, you locked eyes with Namjoon across the room. He probably saw you laughing your ass off before, guessing by the humored smile spread across his face. He pulls his bottom lip in while looking at you, standing up and leaving the room immediately after.

     “Hey guys, I’ll be right back... gotta use the bathroom,” you spring to your feet and walk out of the cafeteria as casual as you can. Your feet quicken when you hear the doors shut behind you. The light taps of your sneakers hitting the school floor bounced through the locker halls. Your tongue brushes over your front teeth to make sure there’s no food stuck in them. You turn to a different hall where the janitors closet it. What a cliché.

     You open the door to see Namjoon inside waiting for you. The room had one dim lightbulb dangling from the ceiling. You close the door lightly behind you and look back at him.

     “You look good today,” he grabs you by your hips to pull you close to him. 

     “Not so bad yourself,” you look up at him. He looks down at you smiling with his cute dimples and ash blonde hair. Tip toeing up to him, your lips meets in a string of kisses. Smiling and giggling between some kisses from being in a janitors closet. It wasn’t new for you two to meet here occasionally to talk and kiss, but you couldn’t help but think it was a little ridiculous.

     His hands slide into your back pockets as you glided your palms across his chest. Providing a little space between your bodies so it wouldn’t get too heated in school. He almost pulls you over the edge when his hands give your ass a slight squeeze in your pockets. Your breath hiccups into his mouth, causing him to smirk. Your hands slide up to cup his face just before you disconnect the kiss. A little laugh rises in your throat when you both stand there looking at each other with goofy smiles on both faces. You flick your tongue on the tip of his nose and step away from him a bit. Stepping away revealed the visible boner he already had. You peel your eyes away from his dick to look at his face.

     “I’ll see you at Chloe’s party tonight, right?” You ask.

     He pushes his hands down his front jean pockets, creating space in order to make his boner not as noticeable. His eyes raked down your body while he rocked back and fourth on his heels. “Of course,” he nods.

     “Trust me, those blue balls won’t be there by the end of it,” you wink playfully before pushes the door open behind you. You couldn’t hide the smile on your face as you walked back to the cafeteria.

     For about 5 months, you and Namjoon have had a ‘thing.’ You both were basically dating and loyal to each other, but you wouldn’t call it dating since you both kept it a secret. You both hang out with completely different groups of people. Namjoon was the more nerdy side, while you were the party animal. You both were scared of the judgement and the drama that may be created once you both were together, so to solve that, you kept it to yourselves. Although, the hiding got old. The longer you both hid, the harder it grew to tell your best friend. If she accepted you, then no one else mattered. But, you never could find the right timing to tell her.

     You wiped the smile off your face when you walked through the cafeteria doors once again. Sitting back down to your table to meet your cold fries again.

     “Damn, is everything okay? Or did you just take a massive shit?” Chloe asks, followed by everyone laughing. You couldn’t help but join in on their laughter too from the question. The rest of lunch was discussing the party plans for tonight, which was all a blur to you.

     You notice on the corner of your eye that Namjoon walked in a little bit after you. Continuing to zone out, you thought about Namjoon and what it would be like if he sat over here— or if you sat over there. Would people be so used to the typical highschool stereotypes that people would talk about it, or would people not care at all?

     Fingers snap in front of your face to get your attention again. You blink a few times before realizing everyone at your table was looking at you confused. “What were you guys talking about? Sorry,” your words fumble out of your mouth.

•••

     Chloe examined her body in the mirror while complaining about a guy named Jungkook. They have been enemies, forever it seemed, and you never really understood a good reason as to why. Apparently he’s throwing a party tonight just like Chloe is, so she’s ranting about it. Meanwhile, you try to convince her that tonight will be a blast and her party will be the best, no matter whoever else is throwing a party.

     “Now move bitch so I can see how I look,” you laugh and nudge her aside. You fluffed up your blonde loosely curled hair in your hands and made sure your light makeup on your face was freshened up enough. The makeup was light enough to still be able to see the faint freckles that bloomed on your nose and top cheeks. The mascara making your blue eyes pop, contrasting your originally blonde eyelashes.

     You skimmed down to your outfit for tonight; you made sure to change before going over to Chloe’s house. A silky light tan blouse loosely covered your chest. It was a button up, but you left the top few buttons open. Your chest and upper stomach visible and bare, other than the simple necklace dropping to the middle of your chest. The blouse was tucked into a pair of light blue, high waisted, denim jeans. You had to admit that you looked damn good. Usually wearing leggings and sweatshirts everyday, you were surprised you had this kind of stuff in your closet.

     Excited for tonight, you twirl around to face Chloe with a smile on your face. You ask her if she has her eyes set on anyone for tonight, hoping it would create the perfect opportunity to tell her your secret.

     “What about you?” she asks. You were a bit nervous when the moment actually came.

     “Namjoon,” you say in a low tone voice in order to make it seem like you were half joking. It was a good thing you decided to test out the waters before telling her seriously.

     She scrunches her nose. “Going for a straight edge tonight? Changing it up I see.” You both laugh, yet you couldn’t help but feel you sink into yourself in slight embarrassment.

     Maybe next time, you think to yourself. The sound of the doorbell saved you from trying to explain yourself to Chloe. Your step brother, Hoseok, always hooked you guys up with alcohol and drugs for Chloe’s parties since he was of age. Everyone helps set up for the party and you both say goodbye to Hobi.

     “A little pregame never hurt nobody,” you nudge Chloe, making her giggle. You could handle your liquor way better than her, but that didn’t stop you guys from taking a couple shots and snacking a bit before the party started. You hoped that the drinks would loosen you up a bit to tell Chloe what’s been going on. You both joked with each other while eating chex mix and chips, waiting for the people to start flooding in. The doorbell rang and Chloe rushed to the door.

     Namjoon and a few other people stood at the door, waiting to be invited in. Chloe stood to the side, followed by greeting everyone inside. You couldn’t hide your smile when Namjoon made his way over to you in the kitchen. He was wearing a white shirt with a jean jacket and black jeans. He let his hair have a messy appearance, yet it still looked good.

     You hand him a drink in a red solo cup. You both end up taking a drink at the same time, fluttering your eyes up to meet his while drinking the painfully sweet liquid. Shooting you a wink while the cup was still up to his mouth made you giggle before you both disconnected the cups from your lips.

     “Shots anybody?” you lay a few shot glasses on the counter, the couple people at the party joining in. You pour some vanilla vodka in each cup, dribbling some between each glass. After clinking shot glasses with everybody, the drink burns down your throat and chest. Everyone does a couple more before people started to complain about how no one else was coming in.

     Chloe yanks you outside on her front porch and pushes her mouth next to your ear. “Flash the people over there when I say. Jungkook stole all the people away from my party and we have to get them back,” she whispers.

     Bordering drunk now, you went with it and shrugged for an answer. You waited for her to count down, unbuttoning the shirt buttons a little further down.

     “One, two, three!” she lifts her shirt up while you pull your blouse to each side. Chloe calls them to get their attention, and sure enough, her plan worked. You both started laughing when the people started flooding in from across the street. Since your job was done, you headed back inside to Namjoon who was still in the kitchen. You resume taking a couple more shots until you tap out for tonight. Taking so many shots in such short time might’ve not been the smartest idea.

     When you heard the song No Flockin by Kodak Black, you stumbled out to the floor as quickly as possible. This was your song and no one could stop you from making a complete fool out of yourself. You jumped around, waved your arms and head to the beat of the song. The room was almost spinning around you, but you didn’t care since your eyes were closed while dancing anyways. 

     You felt a body next to you and you look to see Chloe dancing next to you. She jumped around with you, both not caring how stupid you guys looked. You notice her look behind you before a presence was pressed up against your backside. You knew who it was, but acted confused since Chloe was there. You turned around to meet eyes with Namjoon. He gives you a lazy smile, clearly buzzed. When looking back at Chloe, she gives you a thumbs up with a big smile on her face.

     You begin to dance with him as Chloe walks away after noticing Jungkook. You grind into him, the harsher you grind the more his fingers grip your waist. You lean into him before dropping to the ground and popping back up, making sure your ass is back against his dick. When you lean back into him again, his hands slide around your waist to pull you as close as possible.

     “You’re so sexy, but you need to be taught a lesson from earlier. Can’t be teasing me like this just yet,” he drops his head to your neck while your bodies press against each other. You twirl around to lead him to one of the guest bedrooms. Even though this wasn’t your house, you knew Chloe’s house like the back of your hand.

     You shut the door behind you, watching the light from the hallway shrink to nothing. Namjoon takes no time to scoop you up and walk you over to the bed. He drops you down, you laughing from bouncing when hitting the bed. His lips smash against yours roughly, your tongues wrapping around each other’s. His hand wraps around your neck as he sucks your lips raw. You squirmed underneath him, wanting more. He pulled away just barely enough that your lips were still slightly touching his.

     “You’re mine. I want everyone to know by the end of tonight,” his lips suck harshly on your neck. Making sure to leave marks down to your chest. You moaned at his words, arching your chest up towards him. “All those guys looking at you. Not knowing that you’re take my dick. Only mine isn’t that right?” he mumbles and bites on your sensitive skin.

     “Yes. Only yours, Joonie,” you whine.

     “Good. And we’re telling them tonight babygirl,” he wraps his mouth around one of your nipples, sucking harshly while he flicked the other one rapidly. You suck in your bottom lip and bite down to try to stop yourself from making noise, but it was too much. You squeezed his hair in your hands and moaned his name. “It’s my turn to tease,” he shakes your hands off his head. Pinning your wrists to your sides as his tongue glides up your chest. You were both grinding into each other, feeling his massive length being restricted by his jeans. You cause him to groan when you lift your hips up to him to press against him harder.

     His lips meet yours again. Fumbling fingers ripped your blouse completely open and peeling your jeans off. He looked down at your body completely bare other than the baby blue lace underwear you had on. His fingers curled around the underwear band and slid them off slowly. He pulls you to the side of the bed and kneels down, so his face is in front of your pussy. He was still fully clothed while he licked and sucked your damp inner thighs. You jolt from the sudden roughness, snaking your body closer. You wanted nothing more than have your thighs be ear muffs to him right now. He took his time before reaching your pussy, pinching your lips and rubbing them together between his fingers. Everything was soaking wet and ready for him to do whatever he pleased to you. He continued the motion as he dug his tongue around your clit. Beginning to swirl it around in circles, and then, he started to suck. You whimper when he blows cool air before he switches his mouth and fingers.

     His tongue curls inside of you while his hand flicks and rubs your engorged clit. A sudden light smack to your pussy causing you to jump from the electrifying feeling running throughout your body. Your fingers pulled at the bed sheets and you could feel your core ignite. As you were heaving like a mad man, he switched again. His fingers slammed inside of you at an unholy pace. He brings himself up to kiss you roughly while doing so. Your tongues messier than you both think, the alcohol in your systems causing you to not really care either way. You pull his lip in between your teeth, causing him to moan.

     When his lip snaps back, he pulls his fingers out of you to flip you over. He quickly takes off his clothes before kneeling behind you on the bed. He pushes your face down and pulls your ass up to his raised cock. You arch your back to glide your pussy up and down his cock. A moan rises from his throat from the feeling of being pulled between your folds. He grabs your wrists again and pulls them both behind your back. He holds them in place while his other hand guides his cock into your pussy. He slides in with ease from how dripping wet you already were. 

     Moments later, he begins smacking inside of you quickly. Your skin ripples from the force of his hips against your ass. He smacked your ass and uses his free hand to grab your hair. Your cheek was still against the mattress as he fucked you senseless. Moans fill the room with the sound of the bed scooting across the floor each time he thrusts into you. He smacks your ass over and over. The pain of the blotched handprints on your ass cheek made your moans grow louder.

     “You like it when I take control, baby?” he pants. Sweat beaded across his chest and forehead.

     “Yes Joonie,” you muffle a whine.

     His hand let’s go of your hair and moves to your neck. He pulls you up while still pumping into you. He squeezed just enough to not fuck you into passing out. His thumb slightly pushing into your airway. Your moans squeak passed his grip and your vision was getting a little worse than it already was.

     He let’s go just in time for you to catch your breath. You spread out your legs further, his hand dipping between to rub your sloppy wet pussy. Your toes curl as you scream his name.

     “Just like that,” you whine. You feel yourself cum on his dick still slamming in you. The feeling of you clenching on his dick sends him over the edge. He pulls out and releases his cum on your back. You lay flat on your stomach as you feel the hot liquid rest on your back. Namjoon leaves and returns quickly with a rag to wipe you off with. He gently rubs your back until it’s dry and collapses next to you. His arms props him up so he’s facing you as his other hands traces up and down your spine. His finger traces further and further down until he gives your butt a little squeeze before resuming to his previous actions.

     “(Y/N)?” he says softly, completely going against how harsh his voice was from before. 

     You hum in response. Too fucked out, drunk, and tired to put together a proper sentence. 

     “I want to be exclusive with you for real. It wasn’t just me saying that in the heat of sex,” he looks at your soft skin. He isn’t drunk like you are and he was hoping this wasn’t going to be forgotten about in the morning.

     You pull his hand in yours and kiss his knuckle before laying your head on top of his hand. “I know. When we go back downstairs...” you drift your sentence off to nothing. You knock out before even finishing your sentence, making him chuckle. He kisses your temple and pulls a blanket over the both of your bare bodies. It wasn’t long before you both doze off together, yet it wasn’t long before you got back up as well.

     About 30 minutes later, you wake up dying of thirst. You roll out of bed and slip your clothes on blindly. You didn’t care if they were inside out or backwards. Wobbling down the steps, you notice Chloe cleaning up the party mess with no one else in the house. You knew it wasn’t late enough for everyone to have left yet, so you wondered what could’ve happened.

     “Where did the party go?” your words slur into one another. Your feet dragged over to the fridge to fill up a cup of water to the brim. You watch her throw away dirty cups in a garbage bag as you waited for your glass to fill from the fridge.

     “I’ll tell you when you’re not drunk,” she says in an annoyed tone. Your drunk mind almost tells her your secret right there, but the sliver of good judgement tells you it’s definitely not the time. She was not in a good mood. The only way you could stop yourself from spilling your secret was to slam the glass of water. You chugged the whole glass, water dripping past your chin. You guys talk for a bit while you fill up your glass for a second time.

     After tripping upstairs, you met Namjoon again upstairs just how you left. “Hey, I brought you some water,” you whisper while setting the glass on the nightstand. He groans and pulls you back in bed next to him, burying his head into the crook of your neck. He left soft kisses where he laid his head, causing your eyes to flutter closed. You sighed happily from the feeling of his soft breaths and his hands pulling you into his embrace.

     “I love you,” you blurt out for the first time. His head rises and he looks at you with wide eyes. You shrink into yourself and shy away, maybe you said it too soon? Answering your worries, his body twists on top of yours. He leaves kisses all over your face, causing you to smile and laugh. He looks at you with a smile on his face.

     “I love you too,” he breathes. The silence in the air reveals the sounds of moaning coming from downstairs.

     “Damn she’s really getting it down there,” you laugh. You couldn’t help but wonder who the hell would she be fucking when she was just cleaning up downstairs by herself.

     “Yeah. We might as well be getting it up here too,” he kisses your lips slowly.

     “You wanna go for a round two?” you cock your eyebrow.

     “Mmm maybe,” he mumbles against your lips before kissing them again. You twist so you’re on top of him. You slip off your clothing, him watching since he was already naked from before. You crawl back on top of him and roll your hips around his dick causing his head to fall back. Your hands trail up his bare chest. You were already wet from feeling him grow in your folds, so you guided him. You bit down as you sunk into him. He scoots up so he can lean on the bed’s headboard and he’s facing you.

     You swirl your hips around him while he’s inside before beginning to bounce on his lap. He watches your figure jiggle deliciously on top of his, but his hands grip at your breasts to hold them in place and lick every inch of them. His tongue teasing your nipples, making you moan and wrap your arms around his neck for support. He nibbles on your skin before his lips reach yours once again. His kisses were slow and passionate as his hands cup your face.

     Every thought that flooded his head just hoped that this would last forever. He really did love you and he hoped that tonight isn’t happening just because you’re drunk. He wanted you and everything that came with you. The worst thing that he could think of is that you would regret telling him that you love him. It would break him.

     His thoughts ran wild throughout his head, but pushed aside from the pleasure he was feeling. He watches you lean back and rest your hands on the tops of his thighs. Your arms resting behind you as you continued to grind and bounce on him. Your body rolling against him to still feel the friction against your sensitive clit.

     Namjoon turned on one of the lamps while you left the room earlier. Silently praising himself over it while he watched your gorgeous body. He began to claw at your waist and push you down further, taking in the last bit of his dick. He guided you to roll around his hips at a constant pace. He couldn’t contain his moan as he watched your pussy drip on him as he fucked you harder. His eyes travel up your body to your face.

     Slightly covered by hair, yet you could still tell you were on your last strings. Eyes screwed shut and biting your lips closed. Your mouth opened as your moans turned into cries. You were so close and he quickened his pace to watch you release on him.

     “Cum, baby. Let go,” he croaks in a low tone.

     You rub into him quickly until you feel yourself squirt all over him, dripping down his thighs and stomach. Your head falls back with your eyes screwed shut. You cry out from the intense pleasure until you feel him yank out of you quickly.

     He holds his dick in his hands as his cum falls over his fingers. He looks at you with wide eyes as he says, “Jesus I didn’t want to pull out— almost came in you.” You laugh in response as you wipe up his mess, taking the cloth out of your hands to wipe it up.

     “Do you-“

     “Shh...wait,” he interrupts by placing his finger against your lips. You both stare at each other in complete silence. The key part: silence. “Perfect. They’re done fucking. Let’s go join the party,” Namjoon starts to pull his clothes back on.

     Gulping back your nervousness, you join him by putting your clothes back on as well. “When I went down there, there was no one but Chloe so I think they went back over to Jungkook’s again,” you comb your fingers through your hair to tame the messiness. He stands behind you and watches you in the mirror, admiring how beautiful you looked even when you weren’t trying. He wrapped his arms around your waist to dip down, leaving a kiss on your cheek.

     “You’re so cute,” he smiles at you.

     You wrinkle your nose at him from the compliment. “No, I look like the definition of fucked up.” You looked at yourself in the mirror. Mascara crumbling and smeared down your cheeks, lipstick sucked off, and hair a frizzy mess.

    He laughs and shakes his head. “Come on. You look great,” he holds out his hand for you to grab. You made sure to wipe your under eyes clean before taking his hand. Your nerves are shown through your worrisome eyes and Namjoon can read right through it.

     “Hey, listen we can do this. But remember, the gap in the door is a separate reality. You may feel confident in us behind closed doors, but you need to be able to feel that same confidence outside. The only me is me. Are you sure the only you is you? You have to live like it, because at the end of the day, who cares what people are going to think?” He rubs your shoulders to comfort you before taking your hand again. 

     The first thing you saw when you walked over to Jungkook’s party was Chloe cuddled up at Jungkook’s side. The sight of them holding hands and kissing made your eyes almost pop out of your sockets. You walk over to her with Namjoon behind you.

     “What’s this?” you yell over the music.

     “We’re, like, dating now! Crazy right?” A smile grows on her face. Jungkook hugs her to his side as he talks to his friends.

     “Well...” you trail off as you look back at Namjoon. His smile widens as he meets eyes with you, he knows that you’re finally going to rip off the bandaid you both have had on your relationship. Now was the perfect time to finally start being everything you both wanted to be. You look back at Chloe who still had her goofy smile planted on her face. You clear your throat before saying,”Namjoon and I have been kinda...dating for awhile now.”

     Chloe’s mouth drops and she whispers in Jungkook’s ear that she’ll be right back. He let’s go of her waist and she pulls you aside. “Are you serious?” her eyes scan across your face, waiting for the joke’s punchline.

     You nod, ashamed that you didn’t tell her sooner.

     “Why didn’t you tell anyone? Why didn’t you tell me?” she questions.

     “I don’t know. Scared of judgement, drama, people butting into something that isn’t their business,” you bite your cheek. You dug yourself a hole by not telling anyone.

     She scoffs and crosses her arms. “Why would I judge you? You’re my best friend,” attitude ringing in her voice, she was clearly offended that her own best friend would hide something like that with her.

     “I- listen. I was just scared. You know me, I’m not the type to be in a relationship. I thought they just weren’t my thing, but he’s different. He makes me so happy. I thought that if people knew about us, then it would change things between us. And I like how we have been, but I think I’m ready to take it to the next step like how he has been.” You spill everything that has been on your mind, hoping it wouldn’t make the situation even worse.

     She pulls you in a hug. “You’re my bitch. You don’t have to be scared to tell me anything. If he makes you happy, that’s all that matters. You guys look cute together, so don’t be scared of what people say. Who cares, they’re probably just jealous anyways,” she shakes your shoulders. “Now go get your man. He’s waiting for you.”

     “Hold up... you and Jungkook though? How did that happen?” you laugh.

     She rolls her eyes as her smile grows on her face once again. “I’ll fill you in tomorrow...trust me.” She spins you around and you can see Namjoon across the room. He looks up at you with admiration and love in his eyes. You both walk back over to your previous places. 

     “How’d it go?” he whispers in your ear. 

     You lean back into him, the weight lifted from your chest. “It went good. Now let’s show everyone that we can’t be fucked with.” You flip around to face him, arms wrapped around his neck. You pull him into a kiss, you felt on top of the world. After that night, he was more than your little secret. 

Requested by: @pjm-com

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Request #1

One Night, Two Parties

- Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

- Genre: Highschool!AU, Enemy2Lover!AU, smut

- Warnings/Tags: (kinda) slow burn, alcohol mention, drug mention, party competition, flashing, partying, arguing, rough kissing, hickies, neck kissing, wall sex, rough sex, protected sex, fingering, slightly drunk sex, shirtless Jungkook

- Word Count: 6,015 words

- Summary: You and Jungkook have been popularity rivals for two years, and you don’t want to admit it’s just because you’re jealous of how easy he can make friends. You’ve been planning a party for the past week now only to find out that Jungkook has a party happening today as well. This is your time to show him who’s boss at this school by having a competition on who has the most people at their party.

|| To read Jasmin’s story with Namjoon, click here ||

     The sound of chalk on the board made the palm you were leaning on more and more comfortable by the minute. Equations with unknown meanings sprawled across the green slate in front of the classroom. The teacher has his glasses drooping to the brim of his nose; he was so in-the-zone that he wouldn’t even glance back to the class to explain what he was writing. 

     On the other end of the room, your eyes were beginning to become out of focus as you daydreamed about tonight. Maybe you’ll get plastered enough to bring someone in your room tonight and get freaky. The imagination of your mystery man slowly pulling your sticky clothes off and kissing all over your bare skin made you purse your lips together to keep yourself contained. Sex wasn’t a huge part of your life like some of the girls that you went to school with, but you couldn’t help the occasional daydream. Especially under the circumstances, it being the last and most boring class of the day.

     A piece of paper bounces off your head from behind and snaps you out of the fantasy you built inside your head. Knowing exactly who it was, you roll your eyes and ignore it. You close your eyes to hopefully catch a few zzz’s before class ends. Another paper bullet hits your head, making you annoyed enough to turn around. The boy sitting behind you, Yoongi, passes you a note. His face was clearly just as annoyed as yours from his note-taking being disrupted. You grasp the paper and open it up to see what’s inside.

     ‘You ready for the banger tonight? My house.’ You read the words written in terrible boy handwriting. You look around behind you to meet eyes with Jungkook. He smiled deviously at you in return to the scowl on your face. He really thought he was going to take tonight from you and be smug enough to invite you to his own party? Not happening.

     You flip the paper over to write your own note for him to see. The anger pushing through the pencil a little too hard seeing how it broke under your fingers when you were done writing. ‘Too late. People have been knowing about my party since the beginning of this week. Parents are out of town and everyone’s getting fucked up. Best party of the year for sure.’ Being satisfied with what you wrote, you turn back around and hand it to Yoongi to pass to Jungkook. Yoongi makes sure to show you how you’re being annoying by rolling his eyes before passing the note back to Jungkook.

     You turn back around to be slapped in the face with the gibberish written all over the board. Calculus was a bitch and you’ll regret not copying down the notes later, but you didn’t have the energy to care about it right now. Surely someone else will send you pictures of the notes over the weekend for you to copy down anyways.

     Jungkook didn’t hand you back a note until after the bell rang. You were placing your notebooks back in your backpack while Jungkook slid the note on top of your desk. You immediately unfold the paper to read ‘We’ll see about that then.’ You look up to see him by the door looking back at you, him making a throat cutting motion and a wink before walking out the door. You roll your eyes and sling your backpack over your shoulder. Yeah I guess we will.

     There was always a tension between you and Jungkook ever since he was new sophomore year. He instantly made friends from doing absolutely nothing other than being slightly attractive, at least that’s what every girl here thought. On the other hand, you were popular from actually being involved in extracurriculars, still having a social life, and not being a bitch. You couldn’t help but feel a bit envious at how he showed up out of no where and took your spot in people’s lives. It’s now senior year and your feelings for him haven’t changed. You both hated each other.

     “I just can’t believe he thinks he can ruin my party by throwing his own, like, I swear he goes out of his way just to ruin my life!” you rant as you looked at yourself in the mirror. A light green, skinny strapped, cropped tank top with a high waisted black skirt that ended at the middle of your thighs. You looked at yourself proudly. Playing sports and being active kept you in shape and you had a pretty set self esteem, so wearing tight clothing didn’t bother you. You had already freshened up your makeup, applying some dark nude lipstick as well. To complete the look, you let your straight hair fall around your shoulders.

     “Listen, I think you’re a tad over dramatic. Yes, it was a dick move to plan a party when he probably already knew you were going to throw one, but who cares? We’re gonna be loaded with shit that I doubt he will be, so who’s house is everyone gonna choose? Yours,” your best friend, Jasmin, crosses her arms while meeting your eyes in the mirror. She always knew how to cheer you up and make you confident in anything you weren’t. She was your ride or die to say the least. You’ve known her throughout your highschool years, and unlike most of your close friends, she’s always been by your side. “Now move bitch, so I can see how I look,” she laughs and pushes you aside.

     She fluffed up her blonde curly hair, inspecting her blue eyes and freckled face. You watched her; she was absolutely gorgeous. “Plus, I doubt he knows anyone over 21 around here to get him anything he wants like we do. Hobi should be coming any minute now to give us our deliveries,” she shrugged, her step brother was always willing to plug anything you guys wanted for your parties. Although she was right and comforting you, the thoughts in the back of your mind couldn’t help but resurface.

     “You’re right. I guess I’m just over thinking it,” you watch her. The roles now switched as she looks at her outfit now. She turns around with a smile planted across her face as she approaches you.

     “So...your eyes set on anyone for tonight?” she wiggles her eyebrow. You can feel a laugh rise in your throat as your unrealistic daydream replays in your mind. She must have noticed your cheeks flush when you told her no one because she didn’t believe a word you told her. “You’ll get a little frisky when you start drinking anyways, so I guess I’ll find out what you’re getting all red about later,” she jabs your side.

     “You’ll see that I’m only looking to have a good time with myself and my best friend, AKA you,” you lie to her and yourself. You didn’t want to admit that you wanted to catch someone’s attention tonight— not anyone in particular, but having people scan your body up and down gave you a thrill. Even if you wanted what you said to be true— it wasn’t. Since Jasmin could read you like a book, she could tell it wasn’t true either.

     “Mmhmm... okay (Y/N). Should I bring up the last time we had a party? After that drinking contest, you had no problem basically fucking that guy Jin in the middle of everyone dancing,” You pushed your fingers in your ears to make the story stop. God, you were such an embarrassing drunk sometimes.

     “Okay, fine. What about you? Who are you going for tonight?” You ask, watching her jokingly lick her lips.

     “Namjoon,” her voice straining while saying his name in a low tone. You couldn’t help but laugh at her poor imitation of him. But after your laughing fit, her answer finally set in making you scrunch your nose.

     “Going for a straight edge tonight? Changing it up I see,” She hits you lightly and just as she was about to reply, the doorbell buzzed throughout the house. You both exchange looks before heading towards the front door. 

     Hobi stands at the front door with booze hugged to his chest. You always had the hots for him while being friends with Jasmin, but you both decided he was off limits for you. You didn’t want to put Jasmin in an uncomfortable situation if something was to ever happen, even though you doubt it would ever anyways. “Well are you just gonna stare, or are you gonna help me carry these all in? There’s more in the trunk,” he scoffs and steps inside.

     You and Jasmin walk out to the open trunk. You both see the heaping amount of boozes from different assortments of Svedka, Bicardi, Vodka, Fireball, Smirnoff, Mike’s Hard Lemonade, Jack Daniels, etc. Not only were there bottles of liquor, but there were bags of joints and blunts. Thankfully, that was all there was since you didn’t feel like being the reason someone became addicted to coke tonight. 

     “Hell yeah,” you and Jasmin both say in unison before everyone empties everything out of the trunk and aligning it on your kitchen counters. Red cups were in stacks next to the liquor and the weed was spread across the table.

     The party started at nine and the clock was just passing eight. You both thanked Hoseok by paying him back and started pregaming when he left. You guys didn’t want to get too fucked up before the party actually started, so you both made sure to snack while drinking a little bit. It was safe to say that you felt a little tipsy, heat resting on your cheeks constantly and you feeling a bit more giggly than normal. You greeted the people that walked through your doors, slightly shouting over the music playing. It was already 9:30 when you realized how little of people showed up. You kept telling yourself that more people will show up later, but it really started to bother you when people began to complain about it.

     You agree that something is off and look out your window to see Jungkook’s house filled with people inside and outside. Him living across the street from you made it even more of a smack in the face at what was happening and you weren’t just going to sit and let it happen. You drag Jasmin out to your front porch, visible to everyone flooded on Jungkook’s front yard. You, having had a few drinks already, came up with an idea that your sober self would probably look in disgust at. You whisper your thoughts to Jasmin and she agreed with no hesitation.

     You both shout and wave your arms to get people’s attention. Once everyone’s eyes were on you two, you followed through with the plan. “Before you spend the rest of the night at Jungkook’s, make sure you know there’s a better party across the street,” you both shout and raise up your shirts. With no bra on for the both of you, your breasts flash everyone outside. Your heart was pounding out of your chest, nervous from the reaction you would receive. Luck was on your side tonight as everyone cheered and began flooding towards your house. People inside noticed the movement from everyone outdoors and followed, figuring there must be a reason a big crowd was leaving. Thank god.

     You were sure to greet everyone and tell them where everything was while they all walked in. Casually glancing over to Jungkook’s house to see if he was going to walk out as well. Sure enough, a couple minutes later Jungkook walks out bare chested and confused. What a meathead. He locks eyes with you and you take the perfect moment to mimic the same throat cutting motion he gave you earlier today. Clearly annoyed, he shakes his head and heads back inside his house.

     You eventually slide yourself with the crowd of people coming inside. The smell of marijuana faintly covering the room. Not a lot of people gravitated towards it to your surprise, most people already having a vape in hand. Either way, the room had a slight fog in the air. You planted yourself in the kitchen with the drinkers having shots. You join them only having a few for yourself since you were already tipsy. You were smart this time and there was no way you were going to let yourself get black out drunk. Jasmin was the polar opposite as you, she didn’t care and you were more of the ‘mom friend’ to her.

     She was out dancing like an idiot to Kodak Black, she was clearly already drunk. She jumped around aimlessly, people around her looking equally gone. You laughed as you jumped in next to her to the music. Smiles were on both of your faces and you were having a blast. On the corner of your eye, you saw Namjoon join Jasmin from behind. She grinds into him when she realized who it was after you gave her a wide eyed look. She looks at you with a giant grin on her face as you watch Namjoon’s hands grip at her waist. You gave her a secret thumbs up and scan the room to try to find a guy to do the same with. Your eyes stop on Jungkook.

     You approach him and stand in front of him while he dances. “Your party so boring that you had to join mine? Last time I checked you weren’t invited,” Your face twists as you watch him having a good time in your house.

     He scoffs, “Last time I checked most of these people weren’t invited to your house either, but here they are.”

     “Well they aren’t assholes like you are!” you shout, the alcohol coursing through your veins making it difficult to hold back what’s really on your mind.

     “Isn’t the alcohol supposed to make you a less uptight bitch?” He shoots back with disgust on his face.

      “How about you just get out of my house? My party, my rules,” you cross your arms with a look that could kill someone.

     “Gladly,” he taunts. He stops dancing and looks at you. The music abruptly stops causing everyone to start complaining. You whip around to see Taehyung, one of Jungkook’s minions, have his hands around the cut cords of your stereo. “Party back over at Jungkook’s! There’s actually music playing over there!” Jungkook cups his hands around his mouth to project his announcement. You bite your cheeks to hold in the tears while you watch everyone follow Jungkook back over to his house. 

     Once the house was basically empty, you rushed over to the cut up cords. You felt your stomach drop at the sight of the damaged equipment that wasn’t even yours. You look around for Jasmin to help think of what the hell to do in a situation like this, but she wasn’t in the room. Now that the house was silent from no people and no music, the sounds of moaning were muffled from the walls separating you both.

     “Gross,” you mutter to yourself as your focus turns back to the cords. You were so screwed. This was your dad’s stereo and you had no idea how to replace it by the time they came back home. You didn’t have the money nor do you know where it’s even from. Your body started to boil, you frustrated at the fact you couldn’t even look at the cords without three other versions of it twirling around your vision. How could Jungkook go that far just to take all those people back?

     Before you could process what you were doing, your feet were stomping over to Jungkook’s house. The music blaring outside of his house. You could call the cops on him to throw back a little bit of the ‘going too far’ medicine, but you threw a party too and didn’t want to risk it. Hot humidity hit you when you stepped into his house full of people. Pushing threw the sticky dancing bodies, you finally make it to Jungkook. He stood behind a bar handing drinks out to people. You yank him aside to a room away from music so you could both actually hear each other.

     “What the hell is wrong with you? Don’t you think cutting cords from an expensive ass stereo is a little too far for a fucking party? My parents are gonna kill me and here you are having a good time not giving a damn about what damage you just did to my house! Such an inconsiderate asshole!” You push him roughly while screaming into his face.

     He doesn’t hold back when he pushes you back with the same force, making you stumble on your feet a bit. Now it was his turn. “Do you really think I give a shit about what your parents are gonna think? Hell, I would actually love to see their reaction, see you get grounded and cry about it like the baby you are. You have despised me ever since I moved here, even though I haven’t done shit to you. You make everything a rivalry when I’m just trying to have a good time. You have to ruin everything by needing constant validation that you are the most important one in this school when, in the end, no one gives a shit,” his words burn into your body. “And the worst part of it all is no matter how much I want to hate you, I can’t. You never leave my mind,” his voice drops as he tries to raise his hand to your face.

     You scoff and smack his hand down. “How drunk are you to try that cheap shit on me? I’m not going to run into your arms like every girl here. Just because you can smooth talk your way into every girls panties doesn’t mean I apply.” you watch his face twist with rage and embarrassment.

     “Who the hell do you think I am? I don’t manipulate anyone for sex and I wouldn’t do that to you. Why do you hate me so goddamn much, (Y/N)?” His voice is so loud that you wouldn’t be surprised if everyone would be looking when you both walked out.

     “I don’t hate you, I just- I-“ your mind was spinning. Why couldn’t you be sober right now to put together a proper sentence? He slowly walked towards you, your eyes drifting down his bare chest. Toned and shiny from the perfect amount of sweat. Snap out of it. You’re drunk. “Just pay me back for the stereo,” you push past him, knocking his shoulder aside.

     After pushing your way through the party once again, the air was a nice relief. You took a deep breath of the crisp cool air to try to cool your adrenaline from the argument and confusing words Jungkook just told you. You figured that he hated you just as much as you hate him, but now that you think about it, how could you say that when you don’t really have that strong of a dislike for him? Yes, he was annoying in every way possible, but it’s not really his fault that your friends started to gravitate more to him than you. At the end of the day, those friends weren’t really your friends if they left you.

     Your thoughts stop when you reopen your front door to reveal how big of a mess the short lived party created. You groan into your hands, but suck it up to grab a garbage bag. Empty cups, crushed chips, spilled drinks, a puddle of unknown liquid scatter the floor. You inspect the thick cream color liquid with disgust. Puke, maybe?

     You started at one end of the room picking up and cleaning your place. Your mind went back to how undeniably good Jungkook looked as he was approaching you. The dimness of the room carved out the ridges of his abs and glistened on his sweaty high points. You kept telling yourself that he was only average for the past couple years, but you couldn’t deny that the thought of his looks now made your body tingle. You couldn’t understand if that was Jack Daniel’s making you soft for him or if you’ve finally have come to realize he’s really not the villain you have made him out to be.

     You never leave my mind. But, did he mean that in a good way or a bad way? He didn’t leave your mind either, but that’s because you always complained about something he said or did. So was that the same for him, or did he mean something else?

     You snap up when you hear someone’s feet slap the hard floor. Jasmin waddles her way over to the fridge for some water. Her hair tangled and frizzy while one of her shirt straps draped past her shoulder. “Where did the party go, hm?” Her words strung together, making her voice barely comprehendible. Her eyes watch you lazily as she filled up her cup. The mascara crumbling off of her lashes.

     “Jesus, look at you. I’ll tell you all about it when you’re able to understand what I’m saying,” you watch her roll her eyes at your comment.

     She slams the water in her cup, not hesitating to refill it up. She licks her lips, “so what were you and Jungkook talking about? Saw him giving you those ‘fuck me’ eyes before you walked over there.”

     You snort a laugh. “Excuse me?” You face was sour, yet your cheeks speckle with heat.

     “God, you’re so boy-stupid (Y/N),” she shakes her head and disappears with her second glass of water.

     “Says the one who only makes a move when she’s plastered!” You yell for her to hear with a joking smile on your face.

     “Hey! Rude!” She replies, fumbling up the stairs as she tries not to spill.

     You shake your head and laugh, resorting back to picking up your mess of a house. You notice a broken bottle on the floor, glass pieces pointing dangerously upward. Wiping the sweat off your forehead, you grab a broom to sweep up the pile. But, the sound of a door bell stops you in your tracks.

     Jungkook stands at the door looking down at you while you stare at him with furrowed brows. “Yes?”

     “Need some help? Kind of partied out,” he leans his arm on the door frame. “Here, by the way,” he digs in his pocket and gives you a roll of money.

     “Where did you even-“

     He interrupts you by saying, “Listen, I’m sorry about the stereo. You’re right. It was too far.”

     You look up at him to see if he was joking with you or not. You never thought you would hear the words ‘you’re right’ come from his mouth, but he was serious. You stuffed the money in your pocket because, hell, you needed it. Although he was being weirdly nice right now, you didn’t want it to be ruined by inviting him in. Who knows if another argument would fire up? “Well, thank you. I don’t need any help though,” you blow a strand of hair out of your face.

     “Suit yourself,” he turns around and begins walking back. Head down and hands in pockets as he steps down your front porch steps. 

     You chew at your lip while watching him. Maybe you should let him in to see what has been going on with him tonight. What’s the worst that could happen? You guys have already been ‘worst enemies’ so it wouldn’t be anything new if it was back to that after tonight. “Wait!”

     He turns around, only being at the bottom on your steps he looks up at you. His eyes scan down your body as you stand there in silence. Fuck, what do I say now?

     He spins on his heels and walks back up the steps. You gulp as his figure approaches you. He looks at you with the same look in his eyes as earlier, yet this time he crashes his lips on yours. The force makes you stumble back, so you both are inside the house now. He kicks the door closed behind him and pushes you against the wall next to it. Your mind is spinning at the turn of events, yet you really didn’t want to stop it.

     He pushes his lips against you roughly as his hands rest at your waist. You would have never thought the fantasy you daydreamed about earlier would end up being Jungkook, but here you were, not having a single problem with it. Your lips matched his when you both found the right rhythm. Your hands travel from his chest to being wrapped around his neck giving him the opening to feel you up. His hands stop at your breasts over your shirt giving them a squeeze.

     “I guess this answers my question about if you thinking about me all the time was a good or bad thing” you disconnect your lips with a smirk.

     He looked down at your lips while you spoke, both of you out of breath from the adrenaline pumping throughout both of your bodies. “Shut up,” he laughs breathily. Your mouths meet again, passion filled with each touch. His tongue licks around your mouth causing the kisses to become a bit messier and impatient. You tug at his bottom lip, releasing a quiet growl when it snaps back.

     You could taste the liquor on both of your mouths while you kiss. The sweet and bitter linger that each kiss provided made you never want to stop. Your hands claw through his dark brown hair, tangling each finger against his scalp. Every slight tug made a groan rise from his throat.

     Once he was done being teased, his hands gripped your ass. The yelp that came from your lips caused a smirk to spread across his face. He watches you squeeze your eyes shut from the pleasure. Lust filling his hooded eyes. He licks your lips before dipping to attach himself to your neck. Your eyes flutter while your neck cranes back, begging to be touched. A moan escapes your lips from him sucking the tender skin. The care of hiding hickies from your parents currently eliminated by his lips gently kissing the marks.

     You wrap your leg around his back side and pull him closer. His rock hard dick pushing against you cause your breath to hitch. He’s still focusing on your neck as his hands feel you up again, yet this time he’s under your shirt. His fingertips glide over your sensitive skin and stop under your bare breast. He draws back and bites his lip when he forgot that you weren’t wearing a bra. You whine for him to continue touching you by arching your chest towards him. He palms both of your breasts, squeezing them lightly dragging over your nipples. You whimper from the sudden and quick feeling of him touching your sensitive nipples. The feeling shooting throughout your body.

     One of his hands leaves your breast and travels up the inside of your bare thigh. Going up your skirt and stopping on the outside of your underwear. “Tell me you want it— that you want me,” he looks at you. 

     Talking during sex wasn’t really something you’ve done before. With that being said, you haven’t really been in a lot of sexual encounters to begin with. Your cheeks flush and you look at him shyly. “I want you,” your voice coming out softer than you would have liked.

     He tries to hide the smile that threatened to come across his face, so he brushes his nose over yours before connected your lips with him. This time the kiss was soft and sweet, almost innocent. The lust reappears when he makes you gasp by pulling your underwear aside to rub around your pussy. You gripped onto his hair as you moan uncontrollably in his mouth. You were already wet from before, but now you were drenched.

     “So wet for me? I thought I’d never see the day,” he whispers in your ear. All you could pull out of your mouth was another moan as his rubbing became rougher. Two of his fingers trail down your folds and wiggle into you inch by inch. Curling and pumping in and out of you at an unforgiving pace. You whine as you grind down into him and grip his shoulders. While he pumps fiercely into you, his other hand pinches and gropes your breasts. His breath is hot against your skin, watching you so vulnerable under his touch.

     “I want more,” you pull your lip in between your teeth. He pauses to meet eyes with you, batting your lashes playfully. He pulls your underwear past your hips and down to the floor. You step out of them and watch him unzip his jeans. He lets them fall to the ground around his feet after pulling a condom out of his pocket. His dick rises from the lack of restraint the jeans provided causing your legs to squeeze together from the excitement. You watch him pump his length a few more times before sliding the condom on.

     “I didn’t know that the famous Jungkook practiced safe sex,” you giggle. You honestly didn’t care since you were on birth control but it’s better to be safe then sorry.

     “I didn’t even know the famous (Y/N) had sex to begin with,” he glances up at you with a smug smile.

     Barely, you thought to yourself. You stayed silent since he already started to cease the space between your two bodies. You pull your shirt over your body, leaving you with just your skirt on. You begin to tug it down, but his hands stop you. 

     “Keep the skirt on,” his voice raspy. You could feel his dick resting between your legs. You couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. You weren’t usually the one for casual sex; you figure that’s all this really was. In all honesty, you hope it isn’t. He could tell the uneasiness on your face when he asked,” Are you sure you want to?”

     You nod eagerly. Fuck it, even if it was casual his dick will probably be bomb given the massive size of the thing.

     “Just tell me if it ever hurts or anything,” he kisses your forehead and trails his lips to your lips once again. One of his arms wraps around the back of your thigh to lift, completely exposing yourself under the skirt. He keeps your leg lifted as he slowly slides in your impatiently dripping pussy. Your eyes screw shut, the delicious stretch has your hands latching back on his hair. “Fuck...you’re so tight baby,” his breath stutters. Despite the dirty actions, you feel your heart skip a beat at him call you baby like this. Your feelings for him have completely changed since the beginning of the night, and you hope he won’t crush you when you finally begin to grow feelings for him.

     He pushes and pulls at a constant pace, enjoying every bit of you while doing so. The heavenly tug your fingers give his hair while the suction of your pussy, wanting to keep him in while he pulls out, almost makes him want to let go right now, but he doesn’t want to blow this opportunity. The opportunity to show that he can make you feel something other than anger. He wanted to show you that you guys could function together without wanting to shoot each other’s heads off. Of course, sex wasn’t going to make you realize everything he wanted you to about him, but it was a start given the circumstances of tonight.

     His kisses are the only thing holding you both from screaming each other’s names. Wet sounds and slapping skin hid the sounds of the moans you both made in each other’s mouths. His free hand snakes around your waist to hug you against him creating a friction every time he pounded inside of you. The friction against your clit made your eyes roll back while your walls clench around him. You could feel your core ignite as each stroke hit blissfully against your spot. As you felt yourself grow closer, your arms pressed up against the wall trying to hold something that wasn’t there. Your moans became higher in pitch, almost as squeaks. His fingers dig into your skin from him trying not to release his load. As if you thought he couldn’t get any deeper, the hand on your back drops down to your ass to pull the cheek. His strokes rise into you, causing your body to jump up every time.

     He growls before lifting your other leg under his other arm, guiding you to now wrap both of your legs around his waist. His hands hold you up below your ass along with the force of being pushed against the wall. He slams into you as he holds you in place. It was obvious that you both were going to reach your high any second now. Your moans barely even making it out of your throat as you watch him. The sweat on his forehead making his messy hair stick to it and his adam’s apple bob as he groans over and over again— music to your ears. You felt yourself explode from pleasure as water floods on the floor below you two. Your tight clenching pussy drives him over the edge as he fills the barrier between both of you. You hug him close as you bounce on his dick to ride out both of your highs.

     Your legs reached the ground again, immediately shaking from how weak they feel. You both look at each other panting with wide eyes. You both can’t believe that just happened. He’s still inches from your face and his hands glide up and down the curve of your hips.

     “I guess this means we don’t hate each other anymore right?” he chuckles, but the look he gives you when he meets your eyes is telling you that he’s hoping he’s right. 

     You pull away from his stare to pull your shirt back on, so he takes the moment to pull his pants over himself as well. “That might be something I have to think about,” you wink at him to be a tease.

     “Do you have to think about us going on a date sometime?” He loops his belt around his waist, acting casual about what he just said.

     “What?” you freeze in disbelief.

     “You. Me. Dating. Squashing this beef we’ve had for, I don’t know how long. I’m over it. You’re a great person minus the ‘hating me’ part and you’re beautiful...like seriously,” his hand combs through his tangled mess. 

     You laugh from being shy from compliments. “I would love to go on a date with you,” you look down at your feet. His smile grows. “On one condition, we don’t throw parties on the same night anymore.”

     “Silly girl, we’ll be throwing one party together from now on, duh.” he boops your nose. You both spend the rest of the night side by side at the party. Brushing off everyone’s shocked faces whenever he pulled you into a kiss.

     Who would’ve known you’d end up being head over heels over the one you once thought ruined your life?

Requested by: @penguinkyung

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The Purge Night- Locked Doors

- Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

- Genre: The Purge!AU, smut, fluff, angst, gore

- Warnings/Tags: Married with kids, Namjoon being a good dad, soft Namjoon, pregnant reader, gory, murder more than once, emotional death, pretty vanilla Namjoon, fingering, sweet talking, quiet sex, unprotective sex, missionary, cheesecake mention, sad ending, stabbing, throat being slit, caregiver Namjoon, death of a loved one

- Word Count: 4745 words

- Summary: Happily married, two beautiful kids, and living comfortably in your new neighborhood— what else could you ask for? You and Namjoon made sure the new house had the best security for tonight. Nothing would hurt you guys more than losing one of your precious children. Everyone is confident in the house’s protection, but what if danger was already inside before the doors closed?

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A/N: Last one for my Purge series, I hope you guys liked it! I’m going to be starting something new soon so stay following if you’re interested to see what it is! It has to do with requests *wink wink.*

     The pan sizzled as you pushed the stir fry around, the smell of garlic rising with the steam. You shook some salt causing a little flame to rise from the food. Meanwhile, two kids scamper after each other, screaming and giggling from the immense exhilaration they receive from playing tag.

     “Don’t go knocking into anything you two!” You warn them. Although, you didn’t mean it because they were the best kids you could ask for. Kind and well behaved— the most well behaved a pair of 6 year old twins could be. They looked so much like their father with their dark hair and a big bright smile that cheers up the whole room instantly. It still amazes you that you raised such handsome and polite little boys, but you could’ve never done it without your  husband.

     “They’ll be fine baby,” A pair of arms snake around your waist. You sink into his touch while scrambling the spatula through the frying vegetables. He places a kiss on your temple while rubbing your stomach. It has been about two months, so it was slightly bulged. He sets his chin on the top of your head and watches you cook. You look up at him with a pout, craving another kiss. As a result, he turns you around to place another one on your lips. “Just wait until there’s another one added to the bunch,” he causes you to smile.

     “I’d probably be bald by now if you weren’t here. Those boys will be the death of me, so let’s hope this one is just one,” You laugh and cringe at the thought of having another set of twins in this house. Namjoon would probably love it, but you on the other hand would rather stick to one more for now. 

     “Come on, it wouldn’t be that bad,” His lips graze against yours. You roll your eyes playfully at him. Your arms resting on top of his shoulders while his laid at your waist. You go on your tip toes to plant another kiss on his lips. 

     “Ewwwww!” Kyle and Jason say in unison. You both laugh and pull away from each other. Kids definitely made it a challenge to show affection towards one another without receiving a disgusted sound in the process.

     “Sit down at the table, so Mommy can make your plates okay?” You glance over at them, watching them rush over to the dinner table. They still couldn’t resist punching each other around in their seats. Namjoon sits across from them at the table, laughing at the hyper ness radiating off of them.

     You scoop up a couple spoons of rice and stir fry on each plate, setting the kids’ dinner plates down first. You sit yourself down after setting yours and Namjoon’s plate down at the table. Once you sat down you sighed from the quietness. The kids were too busy stuffing their facing to create another ruckus for right now. Namjoon places his hand on your thigh and smiles at you.

     “Hey kids we need to thank Mommy for making dinner for us today. You know it’s going to be a good dinner when she’s cooking,” He taps the table to get the kids’ attention. He was right— he was a terrible cook.

     “Thank you Mommy,” They say in a monotone fashion which makes you belt out in a laugh. You watch them return back to their plates in unison.

     Namjoon rolls his eyes at the lack of enthusiasm. “Thank you, beautiful. It looks and smells great.”

     You thank him for the compliment and you both join the boys eating. A couple minutes into dinner, a thump is heard from the basement. Namjoon furrows his brows, wiping the food from his face with a napkin before backing his chair out from the table. You watched him walk downstairs filled with worry. It wasn’t even 7 yet, so what would someone be doing here?

     “Be careful,” you follow him, but stop at the top of the stairs. You wait there when he disappears from your view, tapping your foot to ease the anxiety you felt. Namjoon reappears with a shrug and makes his way back up the stairs.

     “Nothing to worry about. I didn’t see anything,” he notices the look on everyone’s faces. He bends down to the boys and tickles them for a laugh to ease the tension. You sit yourself back down with Namjoon to continue eating.

     “How was everyone’s day?” You hum to end the sounds of silence and chewing noises. 

     “Good,” The twins say together. “One of the girls in my class told me she thinks I’m cute,” Jason chest huffs out with confidence. An ‘ooooo’ comes from yours and Namjoon’s mouth.

     “Wait, Lexi?! She said that to me too!” Kyle crosses his arms over his chest. They begin to push each other around, saying “No, she likes me!” back and forth.

     “Hey! Knock it off, did you guys forget you both look like each other? Of course she thinks you both are cute,” You stop the arguing, while Namjoon tries to hold in his laughter.

     “Oh yeah,” they giggle.

     “Hard to top what just happened, but my day was pretty good. I talked to Jin and he said that my work was so outstanding that I could be looking at a promotion in the near future,” Namjoon takes another bite of rice. You squeal and give him a hug.

     “That’s great, Joon! It’s about time he’s recognized how talented you are,” you cause him to shy away and smile. He was always timid when it came to his work and the compliments he received on it. He despised people that are cocky and gloat about how much better they were, so he was the exact opposite.

     Once everyone had finished their dinner, they set it in the sink. You scrub the dirty dishes and look out the window above the sink to the backyard. Namjoon was outside playing baseball with the boys, draining all the energy they had stored throughout the day. He stood on his knees to toss the ball at them at an even level, once Jason hit the ball he bolted around the imaginary bases. Kyle picked up the ball from the ground and threw it at Namjoon, causing him to playfully fall back from the oh-so-forceful throw. The boys laughed and piled on top of him, a grunt coming from Namjoon’s mouth.

     “You guys are too heavy to do that to me now!” Namjoon tickles them off. You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself while watching them.

     You hoped the baby in your belly was— first off— only a single baby, and—secondly— a girl. Having two boys was fun and cute to watch Namjoon have his own little minions, but you wanted your own little girl to bond over things. Namjoon has his boys to play sports and rough house with, and you wanted a girl to talk about boy problems and dress up in cute clothing. It was stupid because, no matter what, you’ll love them unconditionally. Yet, you secretly wished for it. 

     You set your last clean dish on the drying mat before plopping on the couch with a whole cheesecake on a plate. You called it a pregnant craving, but Namjoon just thought it was hilarious. The fridge was always stocked with a cheesecake for times like these. You clicked on How To Get Away With Murder on the TV and your body was instantly in a trance. A trance of shoving a forkful for cheesecake in your mouth every 30 seconds while your eyes were glued to the screen. The trance was broken when Namjoon and the kids jumped down on the couch next to you.

     Kyle and Jason knocked out on the couch basically the second they laid their heads down on it. “You really know how to wear them out,” you look down at Jason asleep on your lap.

     “I have to or they would never fall asleep,” he whispers, inching his fingers near your cheesecake. You give him a glare, causing a snicker to come from him. “Rule number one, never take (Y/N)’s cheesecake,” he raises his hands up in surrender. You laugh and roll your eyes at the comment. Once again, he wasn’t wrong.

     He quickly dips his finger and pops it in his mouth, immediately kissing your forehead to try to undo the unruly action he just did to you. You didn’t have it in you to be mad at him, so you just laughed. After that, he scoops up the boys on his shoulders to take them to bed. He made sure to activate the security system on the way back. You listened as the metal walls fell over the doors and windows. He walks back to you and wraps his arm around your shoulder.

     “You finished devouring your cake?” He jokes. You laugh and set your empty plate down on the table. He kisses you when you rest your back against the couch again, his thumb resting on your chin. “I love you,” he pulls away. His eyes set on yours, warm and full of love like always. 

     “I love you more,” you tease. He shakes his head and kisses you again. You both lean back on the couch, his body resting on top of yours. 

     The purge siren goes off in the background, causing him to pull away. Your body snaps back to reality, to the night that sent chills up your spine— The Purge. 

     Namjoon could always read what you were thinking. “It’ll be okay. The security is the best in the country and, even if something does happen, I’ll never let anyone hurt you,” he says softly. You nod and wrap your arms around his neck. He pushes his fingers into your sides, making you yelp from being ticklish. He pulls you up and carries you to your guys’ room making sure to close the door behind him with his foot while passing it. Laying you on the bed softly he looks at you with his goofy smile.

     “Have to keep quiet...the kids,” he whispers and winks at you. He let’s go of you to take off his shirt and toss aside, crawling on top of you to make his way back to your lips. Your mouths pushed together softly, each kiss filled with sweetness and love. You were so lucky to have him in your life; he was your best friend and obviously more. The way you both bond and click so easily made you always comfortable to do anything around him— and vice versa. You could feel his smile through the kisses. One of his hands twirled through your hair while the other lightly skimmed across your stomach with his fingertips. Everywhere he touched you felt his warmth sinking into your skin which only made you want more. He always knew how to make everything gentle, his kisses soft yet still passionate.

     He reaches behind him to pull a blanket over the both of you just in case the kids came in you would both be shielded. You separate your legs more to give him room. Your casual dress bunching at the top of your thighs making it clear to see your underwear. He pulls his body in, hips grinding into you. The friction of his pants against your almost bare entrance made your breath hiccup. Your kisses travel along the bottom of his jaw causing a quiet moan to flow out of his lips. Your hands glide up and down his bare back, feeling the bumps of muscle and his shoulder blades. Meanwhile his lips found their way to your breasts, kissing each before traveling down further to your stomach. You look down at him and watch him kiss and trace shapes on your skin.

     “I can’t wait for this little one to join our family,” his eyes look up to meet yours. He felt so blessed to be able to have a family with you and he was confident that you guys would spend the rest of your lives together.

     “I hope it’s a girl,” you say out loud for the first time, curious to see if he would agree or disagree.

     He nodded, looking back down in front of him. “Me too, she’ll be just as beautiful as her mother.” You felt your heartbeat pick up a bit when those words came out of his mouth. He always knew what to say and how to make you feel on top of the world. He brings his face to yours once again, cupping your face in his large hands. He kisses your nose before meeting your lips again, a moan muffled within the kiss from one of his hands thumbing circles on your underwear.

     “Quiet baby,” he breathes, pulling your bottom lip with his teeth. He watches your eyes flutter back when he pushes your underwear aside to slide a finger in. He curls his fingers inside as his tongue begins to swirl around your sensitive nipples. Pregnancy makes them even more sensitive than usual, so the sudden sensation makes you gasp. Your fingers entangled through his hair, clutching handfuls to try to control yourself from being too loud. Your hips lift and circulate around his fingers inside of you and his thumb pushing into your clit.

     You try to push his pants off, making him laugh against your chest. The vibration carried through your body to each tip. He got the hint that you were growing impatient for him, so he kicked off his pants and boxers. You bit your lip at the sight of his naked body in front of you, his length eager to inch inside of you. You pull him in and kiss him vigorously as your hand desperately clings onto his length hovering over your entrance. He groans as you wiggle him through your folds and jerk him. 

     He grabs the back of your knee and pushes it up and over his shoulder so he can sink inside deeply. He sighs with his eyes shut while he pushes deeper and deeper in you, going in circles to touch everywhere he can. You squeeze your hand over your mouth to hold in your moans. He begins to pump into you at a slow pace, watching you struggle to contain yourself.

     “Hard to keep quiet?” He smirks into your neck, you can feel his breath heat up your skin like a flame. His lips connect to your neck while his hands grope your breasts, squeezing and massaging them within his palm. His thrusts grow faster, making your hands latch onto his back instead of your mouth now. His forehead is pressed against yours and you can see him trying to hold on for as long as he can, his lip being sucked in by his teeth from the painful pleasure of your fingers scratching up his back.

     “Fuck, fuck” you whine. You pull him into you, making him go deeper. Your body desperate to vocalize the pleasure every time his dick hits your spot.

     “You make me feel so good. God, I love you so much,” he struggles to complete his sentence. Sweat beads make his body slippery from the heat being created under the blanket.

     Your body takes in his loving words and releases all over, causing him to be set over the edge as well. You feel him fill you up while he fucks into you until you are both done. When he pulls out, sliding his underwear back on and lays your dress down to your knees again. He dips down to embrace your hips into his body as he rests his head on your stomach. You watch him cuddle into you and his eyes slowly close while you play with his hair. It wasn’t long after that you found yourself caving into being tired and falling asleep too.

     “Mommy! Daddy!” Your two boys burst into the room crying causing you and Namjoon to jump into action. You kneel on the ground while they cry into your shoulders.

     “What’s wrong? Shhh, it’s okay. Tell Mommy and Daddy what’s wrong,” You coo and try to wipe their faces clean.

     “We h-heard something in the-the basement!” they hiccup, tears flowing nonstop into every crevice of their small faces.

     Namjoon’s heart drops to the floor as you both shoot each other a look of concern. His body shoots up as he quickly pulls on his clothes while grabbing a metal baseball bat from the closet. He rushes to the kitchen to give you a knife before walking out the bedroom door once again. You shoo your kids to the closet as you sit against the door with the knife gripped into your hands.

     Namjoon inches towards the basement door for the second time today. The house was dark since all the lights were off, but he wasn’t stupid. He tries to flick the switch to turn the basement lights on, yet it remained unlit. He curses to himself as he yanked a drawer open to get a flashlight. He couldn’t help but feel terrified at what he might find in the basement as he shined the light beam down the stairs. His steps creaked underneath his feet as he slowly made his way downstairs. He whips the flashlight around the basement, showing the unpacked boxes stacked on top of one another like before. You both haven’t finished the basement yet and it was a future plan for the house that just wasn’t approached yet. 

     He illuminates the fuse box to reveal the torn out cables and wires, giving him the reason why the lights weren’t turning on. A piercing scream cut Namjoon’s basement search short. His body flying up the stairs to see what was happening. His eyes grew wide at the sight of a man pinning you on the floor with a knife being held to your neck. One of your hands were inches away from the knife that was knocked out of your hand on the floor, the man’s knee holding your wrist in place. You screamed out in pain again as his knife tore through your skin, joining the cuts he gave you on your arms, face, and chest. 

     The sight of Namjoon behind you brings tears to your eyes as you scream to try to warn him of the figure approaching him from behind. Namjoon whips around, but the second man knees his groin. Namjoon yells and falls to the ground in pain. Blood flies from his mouth when the man kicks him in the stomach over and over again.

     “Stop hurting him, please! Stop!” Your begging is interrupting by the knife digging into your cheek. You scream out in pain. Your hot blood trickling down to the floor from each open wound.

     “Shut the hell up or I’ll slit your throat right now, pretty lady,” The guy above you spits on your face and laughs. His lips break apart to reveal a row of rotten teeth in his mouth.

     You watch the man become satisfied with Namjoon, finally leaving him alone. He begins to approach the closet, but Namjoon slowly gets to his feet once more. Blood and drool dripping off of his bottom lip and chin. His stance was staggered, but he managed to use what was left in him to push the man’s body into the closet door causing it to disconnect and concave into the closet. Kyle and Jason scoot up to the opposite wall and watch in horror as the man crashes into the ground face first.

     Namjoon races towards the knife on the ground beside you and slices the guy’s throat open on top of you. His cut so powerful that it nearly took his head off completely. The guy collapsed on top of you, gurgling his own blood. Without hesitation, Namjoon stabbed the other guy at the top of his spine and dragged it down his body. His yells mixed with the painful screams of the dying man.

     Your kids rush out of the closet, bawling their eyes out as they scurry towards you. You cry as you push the dead man off of you only to reveal your own body that looks like it was rubbed up and down a cheese grater.

     “Oh my god,” Namjoon looks down at you with tears in his eyes. He scoops you up and carries you to the couch, making sure to lay your delicate body down carefully. “Kyle. Jason. Stay here with her. Got it? I need to check out the rest of the house to make sure there’s no one else,” He grabs the baseball bat and the flash light once again and searches the house. He disappears out of sight, leaving you with your kids latched on to your legs crying.

     “Mommy will be okay,” you look down at them. You couldn’t see much other than their eyes sparkling with tears. Their crying didn’t settle down no matter what you said, but why would it when you looked like you were on your deathbed in front of their innocent eyes.

     A couple minutes later, Namjoon reappears. “All clear...” he drops his weapons when he sees you on the couch. He carries a few lit up candles around you, so everyone was visible. He dabs a wet rag over your body while he sniffles to try to stop him from losing all sanity in front of his wife and kids. “Can you two grab me the first aid kit?” His voice shakes while asking.

     “Babe, I’ll be okay,” you attempt to get up but his hand keeps you in place.

     “You’re staying right there,” he demands. The kids run off to the bathroom to find what their father just asked them to. Namjoon pushes the sticky hair out of your face, so his lips have room to push against forehead. “I can’t lose you. We can’t lose you,” he whispers.

     Your boys come running back with a big white box. Namjoon set it in his lap and takes out the wraps of gauze. He weaves it over your shoulders into an ‘X’ that covers your chest the best he could, and then, up and down your arms. Even though he just cleaned you up, the wounds already made a new mess of blood from the constant heavy flow pouring out of you.

     “We’re going to take you to the hospital tomorrow morning to get you stitched up,” he reassures you with a faint smile. The pain in his eyes was evident with the tears brimming his waterline.

     You couldn’t help but notice yourself feel sick. Your stomach twisting and your head feeling foggy. It was growing more difficult to keep your eyes straight and focused. You didn’t want to scare your kids, so you tried to hide it. Namjoon could tell by your silence something was wrong.

     “Kids, go to your room,” Namjoon orders them while watching your skin grow paler.

     “But-“

     “I said go to your room, now!” A tear falls down his face. The boys could tell the tone in his voice was no where near okay, so they followed his instructions. He watches them walk around the corner out of sight before turning back around to meet your porcelain face again. The deep cuts on your chest made your breaths harsh and ragged. Your lungs felt smaller every time you tried to breathe in. Your body is shivering and cold, yet pooling with sweat at the same time. Namjoon places his hand around your cheek carefully. You fall into his touch, your tears dripping into his palm. He notices how cool you were so he pulls a blanket up to your chest.

     “Only a few hours until morning. You can do it,” he searches into your eyes, but you break away from his gaze.

     “I don’t think I can,” you croak, shaking your head slightly. Your words break Namjoon’s heart, this time he couldn’t hide it. He begins to cry, tears streaming down his face and his shoulders jumping from his sharp inhales.

     “Please don’t leave us,” his lips quivered and coughed.

     “I love you so so much,” your voice breaks. You were both crying— both scared of losing each other. You didn’t want to die, but you could feel your body shutting down. The life inside you clinging on to whatever was left, it was scared too.

     “No, no, no,” he sobbed and shook his head, aggressively wiping every tear falling from his eyes. His cheeks were red and raw from the constant motion.

     “I’m not gonna make it Joon. Look at me,” your voice was weak and ripped through your throat to get out. Your bandages were already soaked through, almost black from the excessive blood.

     His hands fumble inside the box again to get more bandages, but your hand grabs his wrist loosely. That was as much strength you could release right now and it was diminishing by the second. His eyes meet yours with pure sadness. “I don’t know how to live without you by my side.”

     “You have to...for Kyle and Jason,” You begin to cry whatever was left in you. You weren’t going to be able to see them grow up, get married, become handsome young men like their father. You weren’t going to birth your third baby and even see what gender it was going to be. You weren’t going to grow old with the love of your life. This was it for you and you couldn’t even think about accepting that, but how could anyone?

     Your fears become mute from the lack of energy to do anything about them. Your eyes grew heavy and it wasn’t long before you found them closed. Your body felt like it was being sunk inside the couch to an endless void.

     “Don’t go, please!” you hear Namjoon shout, but it felt like he was at the end of a tunnel.

     “I love you,” you managed to use the last of your energy to say your final words. And that was it. Your body became limp, your head falling to the side.

     Namjoon set his head on top of your breathless chest. He didn’t care that the blood stuck to his face from the bandages while he wrapped his arms underneath your body to pull you as close to him as possible. His sobbed for what seemed like forever. He didn’t want to accept the fact that you were truly gone.

     Kyle and Jason heard the loud crying from their room, and couldn’t ignore it. They snuck around to see what was happening and began to cry themselves when they saw their father hung over their mother’s lifeless body. Namjoon turns around and tells them to come next to him. They rush into his arms, everyone crying nonstop.

     “Let’s tell Mommy goodnight, okay?” Namjoon chokes out, wiping his nose. The two boys wipe their tears as they inch near your body.

     “Goodnight Mommy,” each of them take their turn to say those words and to place a kiss to your forehead. Namjoon looks at his hands to try to avoid watching  the painful scene in front of him— until it was his turn to say goodnight to you.

     “Goodnight... we’ll see each other again some day. I promise,” He kisses your forehead and kept his lips there for moments after. He wished you would be awake looking at him with that gorgeous smile on your face when he pulled away from you, but your face was still pale and limp. Tears fell from his face again as he pulled the blanket over the rest of your body, covering your face.

     Everyone spent the rest of the night laying down next to the couch. Namjoon held his two boys in his arms while they slept. Faces swollen and rashes from wiping tears repeatedly spread across everyone’s faces. Namjoon couldn’t help but notice how much they looked like you as they cuddled into his arms.

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The Purge Night-

Savior

- Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

- Genre: The Purge!AU, violence, smut, gore, fluff

- Warnings/Tags: Anxious/scared/paranoid reader, rape threat mention, almost being choked to death, gun mention, cars exploding with people in them, not connected limbs, gory death scene, guy getting beaten, shy/awkward Taehyung, first time handjob, finger sucking, ball play

- Word Count: 4,176

- Summary: Being stuck in traffic after work was the worst, but it takes a whole new level when it’s purge night. You are stuck in the city thinking you are alone, until you notice someone following you in the shadows. They can’t be there for good intentions, right?

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     The computer screen felt like it was burning through your retinas and a headache was building up behind your eyes. Your fingers tapped the keyboard while you were finishing your work as quickly as possible so you could just go home. The sound of swallowing down an Ibuprofen or two, and just having the time to yourself to close your eyes with a cold rag over your forehead made you want to take the keyboard and smash it into the computer screen. Wanting to say fuck all your coworkers and leave, but you decide to stay rooted into your office chair. You glanced at the time— 6:15pm. It was getting too late to stay any longer, so you logged out of your computer and gathered your things up into your purse before heading out. 

     Once the click of your heels set foot on the floor, you noticed no one else was really in the office. You were stupid to risk staying late tonight, but the assignment you were working on for your boss was very important to you. Once you start typing away, time goes by without you noticing, and soon enough, you’re the only one in the office on purge night. Your pace quickens until you reach the building’s elevator. It must’ve been at the first floor because the wait for the doors to slide open was brutal. You tapped your heels to the floor anxiously.

     “Fuck this,” you groan and abandon the spot you were standing at. A couple minutes to wait for the elevator was a few minutes too long for you to waste right now. Resorting to the stairs, you flew down as fast as you could. Once you made it to the bottom, you dug your hand into your purse to try to find your car keys while approaching your vehicle in the building’s parking garage. Only a few seconds later you felt the cold key against your fingers. You yanked it out and immediately unlocked the car, shoving your body inside.

     You twisted the key into the ignition and immediately gassed out of the parking garage to reveal the street outside of it— empty other than a few cars. You counted your blessings and turned onto the street. You wove your way around the city streets and intersections until your car halts. Traffic was backed up on the highway you needed to get onto to leave the city— well shit.

     You worked in the city, but could never imagine living there. The only fault to that was the traffic. The only way home was going over a bridge on a highway— as if highways weren’t bad enough. You completely forgot how the bridge rises for purge night once it hits 7, stopping people from entering and escaping. If you don’t make it over that bridge tonight, you’ll be stuck here over night. 

     “Hey jackass, get off my ass!” You raise your middle finger at the guy behind you, him doing the same to you. You roll your eyes and scoff. The line of cars inched further and further across the highway approaching the bridge. You couldn’t help but glance at the time every couple minutes to make sure you can make it through in time. Your fingers tap the steering wheel as your left leg bounces in your seat. You turn on your music to try to get something else going through your head other than your thoughts— didn’t work. 

     6:50pm. Traffic begins to finally get moving although your adrenaline was through the roof. Driving as quickly as you could behind the line of cars, you noticed people began to zoom past you on the shoulders of the road, one car completely taking off your right rear view mirror. Time was closing and people were getting just as anxious as you were. You look ahead and see the bridge is about a half a mile ahead of you and your mind begins to sink into your skull. 

     The bridge was rising meaning that the cars in the center of the split were too. Not only that, some cars were zooming across to make it through. At first people made it across no problem, but once the gap started to increase, the cars in the middle began to crash into the water below. The cars on the rising bridge began to slide back onto the cars behind them, creating a pile of cars at the end of the highway. Some cars, still fighting for their life, continued to fly by on the shoulder to try to gun it across the gap. Most didn’t make it. You watched in horror at the scene in front of you. The moment you looked down at the time, the sirens went off. 

     “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You smack and bang your hands on the steering wheel. How could you be so stupid to think you would be lucky enough to make it through tonight? No assignment should have to cost you your life. You rest your forehead on the steering wheel and take a few breaths. You needed to calm down and think. You pull over to the shoulder of the highway and turned your car off. You had no weapons on you and you were not going to leave your car unless you had to.

     The music from your phone was all you had to keep you company tonight. You reclined back your seat a bit and looked around. People around you were doing the same— the people with families were turned around in their seats to comfort their kids. Your heart ached for them. It’s impossible to fathom the intense fear they have for tonight. Not only do they have to protect themselves, but their own children as well. You stopped staring and looked down on your phone to occupy yourself.

     It didn’t take long for the sun to set, and you had to admit that it was a pretty sight to watch the warm colors cascade over the water and city behind you. Reality set back in when it was completely dark outside and you could hear faint gunshots. You sunk into your seat and found yourself praying to anything that could be listening that you would make it through tonight. Fear makes people do the most out of the ordinary things because, here you were praying when you weren’t even religious in the slightest.

     Your body jolted up when you heard an explosion come from behind you. You watched out of your left rear view mirror at the dark highway. Another one set off and this time you watched it happen. It was a car erupting in fire. One car after another and it was approaching you. Your hands covered your mouth while you watched through blurred vision that it happened to the car with the family inside. The car a couple vehicles down from you exploded, making your car move a little from the force. Your body flew into action. You ran out of your car, chucking your heels in the air so you could run faster. Another car exploded, this time pushing your body forward onto the ground. You laid there covering your head from the falling glass and limbs that you could hear crash to the ground. Hot shards of metal landed to the ground in flames, one landing right on the top of your hand. You cry out in pain as you desperately scrape it off your skin, leaving a burn on the top of one of your hands. 

     You peel yourself off of the ground and begin to crawl behind the small concrete wall divider in the middle of the road. You watch as a man with a bazooka in his hand laughs as he watches the scene of utter destruction unfold in front of him. He catches you watching him and fake jumps at you to make you get on your bare feet and bolt away. You hear his manic laughing subside as you run further and further from him. 

     The skin under your feet is scraped raw as you finally slow your run down to a walking pace. You try not to put too much pressure on each foot while walking, making your pace short and awkward. You stagger your way down the sidewalk when you hear a pair of footsteps behind you. You turn around and see nothing, making you a bit on edge. You continue walking to hear the same thing again. If you walk faster, the footsteps behind walk faster too. Every once in awhile you turn around to see nothing until you whip around as fast as you can to see a man slip into the shadows.

     “What the fuck do you want from me, huh?! Come out and kill me already! What are you-“ Your yelling cuts short from a hand smacking your mouth shut.

     “You should’ve stayed in your car,” The man from earlier pushes his mouth against your ear. He throws you to the ground hard. You smack the back of your head on the concrete, causing you to feel lightheaded. The man climbs on top of you and closes both of his hands firmly on your throat, squeezing tightly. “Now that I look at you gasping for air, makes me want to have a little fun with you after I’m done squeezing your neck closed,” he chuckles. He brings his face close and licks up your cheek. You squirm under his body and try to free from his grip but he’s too strong. You thought it was over when you felt your lungs shrink and your vision start to close in on the man staring down at you with a menacing grin. 

     It was all cut short when he was knocked off of you at the very last second.  You cough and suck in the air you were just lacking as you watch a man hit him in the chest over and over again. His skin is shredded and blood is everywhere as he is being hit over and over again, the force so strong that his ribs concave. He chokes on his own blood as he looks down at his body that looks like a slaughter movie prop. The man finally stops hitting him and walks over to you to pull you up off the ground. You notice his weapon is a baseball back with long nails sticking out on the end, covered in blood all the way to the handle. You look down and can’t contain the bile that emerges from your mouth. He looks down at you in silence and his fingers graze over your bruised neck when you stand up straight again. He has a LED mask on and you try to look through it to see his actual face but it was hopeless. Once he was done looking at your neck, he patted your shoulder and began to walk away.

     “Thank you for saving me,” you stand there dumbfounded. He did not turn around or acknowledge your appreciation, so you continued walking the way you were before. You couldn’t help but jump at every little noise you heard after that, not sure if it was your mind messing with you or something to actually be scared about. You knew your mind wasn’t playing with you when you walked upon a group of people killing and beating a guy on the ground. You slide to the side of a building and watch. The guy with the same mask as earlier is within those group of people.

     “Jesus fucking Christ,” you gasp and go into the building you were standing by, which happened to be a small Walmart. You try to hide in one of the check out lanes, curling yourself in a ball and cupping your hands around your ears. You just wanted to go home. You started to cry when hearing the scream of the innocent man outside. When you look up, you see the masked man sitting in a chair in front of you, just watching you. You scurry and back up into the aisle until you hit a wall, tears running down your cheeks as you look back at him.

     He sets his baseball bat down beside him before he sits down on the ground in front of you. His head tilts as he watches the tears run down your skin, eyes scanning down to your hands.

     “Wh-Who are you?” You sniffle and wait for a response. Nothing. He lightly pulls your hands close to him, a burn and blood blisters at the top of your hand. He glides his finger over it, making you pull your hands back quickly. What’s with this guy? Something about him was different, clearly. The weapon by his side caught your eye, pieces of skin and other debris were caught in the nails while the wood of the baseball bat was almost soggy with blood. He noticed your face turn pale at the gruesome sight and he rolls the baseball bat across the floor, searching for your response to his action.

     Once again surprising you, he takes a piece of hair in your face, twisting it and tucking it behind your ear. After, he places both of his hands and spreads your cheeks apart in the process of wiping your tears away. His hands were big and rough and made the sweet action come off as awkward and weird. He notices that you are a bit uncomfortable with him, so he backs away a bit. Since he was being bold, you figured you would give it a chance. You scoot towards him and touch the sides of his mask. He flinches back as a response, only to place his head back in your hands a couple seconds later. You proceed to lift off his mask which also went over his head as a hood.

     A boy looks at you. Blonde wavy hair falls on top of his forehead. His face soft and full. He looks up at you and you can see his eyes dance across your face looking for you to say something. He was attractive to say the least, but he looked so innocent. It baffled you that his looks showed him looking so different than how he actually was— a killer. 

     “Sorry, I’m not really good with...people,” His deep voice made it sound like a mumble. You were shocked to hear him talk for once. Now that the mask didn’t dehumanize him, you thought it would be time to actually thank him. You wrap your hands around him in an embrace.

     “Thank you for saving me earlier,” You feel his arms still at his sides. He was stiff as a board, but slowly placed his arms loosely around you. 

     “No problem. I saw you running and he was following you. I decided to follow your tracks in case something happened— which it did,” He scoots next to you. You notice he has an earring in one of his ears.  He rests his head against the wall and looks ahead.

     “Why though?” You look up at him. Why didn’t he just let you die? He clearly didn’t care about that guy outside getting beaten to death.

     “Well... I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t because you’re gorgeous,” You both start to blush slightly at the sudden change of direction in the conversation. The sound of a group of people laughing come from outside. “Shh, be quiet.” He pulls you into him noticing you were scared. You curl up into his chest and look out the window. You couldn’t help but notice his heartbeat quicken.

     “Tae, you in there? We’re heading out now,” One of the guys yell and you can see his figure in the window.

     “Yeah man, I’m here. You guys can go without me. I think I’m done for the night,” His voice echoes through the store.

     “Whatever, suit yourself.”

     He rolls his eyes and let’s go of you. You look at him, making him roll his eyes once more. “Eh it gets boring. Maybe I can make you think I’m not a creep by the end of tonight,” He shrugs, making you laugh.

     You both end up walking up and down the aisles together, talking like normal people. Now that he actually responded to you, you guys really hit it off. Once you made your way to the sleeping aisle, you flipped a pillow around in your hands before hitting him in the chest with it.

     “Oh really?” He grabs his own pillow off the shelf and hits your side. You guys take your turns hitting each other playfully, which was ironic. You having fun with someone like this tonight while people are out there getting killed almost made you feel guilty. Your laughter pushed those thoughts away as you collapsed on one of the showcase beds. He did the same, you both out of breath from laughing so hard. You and him faced the ceiling as you guys continued talking about little things like what you both did on a daily basis. He was still in college, not the most popular seeing how not a lot of people even knew he existed. He kept to himself most of the time, only sticking to his assignments and the few people he was already friends with from high school. 

     “So basically you’re a loser,” he punches your arm lightly and laughs. Propping himself on his elbow, he looked down at you talking. He looked angelic almost. You felt your cheeks glow from his eyes on you. There was something about him that was special— the fact you could talk to him so easily. 

     You look up at him and push his hair out of his face, tapping your finger on his cute nose afterwards. Your thumb glided along the bottom of his smiling lips while you caressed his cheek. His eyes drop to your lips.

     “You know, I meant what I said earlier— about you being gorgeous and all,” his voice deep and raspy. You could get drunk off of just listening to him talk. You look at his hooded eyes and he dips down to give you a soft peck on the lips. He pulls back up and looks away. “Sorry, it’s just...I’ve never done anything like that before.”

     “So you’re saying that you’ve killed people but have never kissed nor had sex with a girl?” You laugh with a smirk on your lips.

    “Shut up,” He laughs from embarrassment. “I’ve never even had a girlfriend. I’m too weird for people I guess you could say.”

     You shut him up by pulling him down to kiss you again. “Yeah maybe you’re weird but I like it.” He smiles against your lips and kisses you gently. Opening his mouth slightly and licking up your lips.

     “I don’t know what to do,” his cheeks flush. You guide his hand on your breast where he gives you a squeeze. Your back arches in response, giving him the confidence to travel on top of you between your legs. His lips connect back with yours as his hands roam under your bra, massaging and pinching your nipples. You moan into his mouth and wrap your legs around him. You pull him forward as you grind yourself onto his groin. He begins to get the rhythm of things and begins to thrust himself against your jeans. The friction and pressure feels like pure ecstasy, and you let him know it. His mouth is plump from kissing when he travels down to your sensitive neck. He’s sure not to be too rough and his soft kisses leave you whimpering.

     “I won’t hurt you,” he whispers against your skin, making you feel warm and fuzzy. He made you feel so comfortable and you didn’t give two shits if you’ve only known him for a night. His mouth replaces his hand as he flicks his tongue around your nipple. He looks up at you and watches your eyes flutter close from his touch. He massages your other breast while he sucked and left marks on the other. You grind you body against his, so he sends one of his hands down to rub circles around you through your clothing.

     “What now?” he looks up at you innocently. You tell him to come sit up by you on the bed. You twist your finger around the bottom of his shirt while you inch your lips closer to his. You start kissing him again, getting dizzy from the feeling of his lips against yours. You glide your hands up and down his bare stomach until you start to unbutton his pants. He kicks them off with anticipation, making you feel exhilarated. You’ve never felt so wanted.

     Your fingers graze over his thighs, watching him grow impatient. His hard dick waiting to be touched by you. The first time it’s been touched by anyone else but himself. You watched him bite his lip when your hand touched his cock. You pull his face into yours, the kisses hot and sloppy while you jerked him off. You pull his bottom lip between your teeth and give it a tug. He shoves his head into your neck and growls from the pleasure from having someone else take him to his high. He plants kisses on your jaw and behind your ear. You spit on your hand and begin to tug him quicker, his head being thrown back. The sight of his jawline and strong neck while he vocalized the pleasure he was feeling was enough to make you come right there.

     Your other hand joins in on the handjob, his length big enough to still be able to jerk it with two hands. You watch as he begins to thrust into your hands. Your mouth all of a sudden occupied with two of his fingers he shoved between your lips. You suck and swirl your tongue around them while pumping him between his thighs. 

     “God,” he breathes and his moaning grows louder. One of your hands travel down to his balls, massaging and lightly tugging the sensitive area. You feel him pull and push his fingers in your mouth as he fucks your hand. He licks and sucks your earlobe to try to maintain his moans. He pulls your ear between his teeth and pulls as he becomes undone in your hands. You still going until he is fully done.

     You jog over to get a towel from one of the aisles to wipe off your hands and him as well. He watches you with his hands tucked under his head, he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. 

     “What about you?” he said, referring to you being pleasured as well. You toss the towel to the ground and climb up next to him. 

     “Until next time,” you wink and snuggle up to him. His face lights up and he nods, pulling you close. You both lay there in comfortable silence.

     “I feel like I’ve known you forever. It’s unfortunate the first time we met was tonight,” he says softly. He didn’t receive a response from you causing him to look over. You were asleep next to him, forehead pressed against his cheek. Afraid he may wake you up, he didn’t say another word. He rubbed the bottom of your back until he felt his eyes close and take him to sleep too.

     The sirens woke you both up in the morning. “Hey sleepyhead, we have to get out of here before the manager fucks us up for being in here,” he whispers into your ear.

     You groan before rolling out of the bed. You looked over at him, goofy smiled plastered on his face. His eyes were slightly puffy from just waking up and his hair screaming bed head. You guys both walk out of the building. He carried you on his back when he noticed how much you cringed when walking on your bare feet.

     You guys stopped to watch the bridge fall back down to connect the two roads again. It was time to go home. He set you down carefully and you both say your goodbyes. You turn around to begin walking, but his hand twists you around one last time. He pulls you into a tight hug.

     “Thank you for being my friend tonight. Isn’t easy making them for me,” His face looks at the bridge full of cars. You give him a squeeze and a smile before turning back around again. The walk was painful— on your feet and your head. You turn back around when you’re on the bridge to see him put his mask back on and wave goodbye.

     “Until next time,” he whispers to himself as he watches you disappear across the bridge.

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The Purge Night-

Killing Arena

- Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

- Genre: The Purge!AU, violence, angst, smut

- Warnings/Tags: Mother being murdered, dog death mention, kidnapping, tying up body limbs etc., human auction, idiot guards not protecting the one door with an exit, running away from the arena, almost shooting Jungkook, Jungkook saving the reader and her father, oral sex (m & f. receiving), 69 sex, semi-public sex on a roof, reader’s father playing cupid, face riding, tongue fucking

- Word Count: 5,074

- Summary: Living in a poor neighborhood for years, you were quite aware something weird was going on. Instead of simply killing people, trucks have abducted an abundance of people and drive off with them. You’ve always wondered what happened to them. This year’s purge it is your time to find out. You meet a man, Jungkook, on the truck you were abducted on. Once you find out you’ve been placed in a killing game with this man you’ve just been acquainted to, you have to decide whether you guys stick together and try to escape or end up sticking to the rules of the ruthless game. 

|| Masterlist ||

     Chest heaving, throat burning, and mind spinning. You held your puppy in your hands, praying it wouldn’t make a noise. You could feel his tail hitting you from wagging so hard. He thought this was a game, that these visitors in your house were guests. You wish you had the innocence he had, but one day you know that it will grow off of him too just like it did to you. You were 16. Everyone always thinks that they’re so mature for their age, but in reality no one has a clue. Everyone including you.

     Your mother was across the room scrambled under the kitchen counters as you watched through the closet door. It wasn’t a good hiding place, neither was yours, but the kitchen was right by the apartment’s front door. It didn’t take long for the men to find her. She tried to fight them off, but a kitchen knife to a gun is an easy fight. They shot her in the hand that was holding the knife. Her painful screaming as they dragged her out of the door by her hair made the tears brimming at your eyes fall onto your cheeks to quickly slide off onto your puppy’s head.

     You stayed in that same place all night, staring at the front door. Apparently satisfied with your mother, those men never came back for you and your mother never came back home after that night. The first person you saw after the incident was your father, who watches over the family business every year. That was the first time you ever saw your father cry. His face in his hands, yet you could still see his brows furrowing over his fingertips and the shudders of his shoulders when you told him the news. Not only were you heartbroken that your own mother was gone, it only broke your heart even more to see your father completely devastated as well.

     After that night, guilt fed off of your every thought, every action, just everything. You had dreams about that night over and over again, it haunted you. Why couldn’t they have taken you? Why didn’t you just get up from that damn closet and at least try to stop them? And what the hell happened to her? When you have to take the place of your dead mother in a household when you’re only 16— those are the situations that really mature you. 

      It’ll be five years today since that night. You and your father are as close as ever and still live together. A part of you wanted to move out to find your own place, but you couldn’t leave your dad alone. Not after everything you guys have been through. You were grown now, and you had to stop going with your dad on the purge nights. You needed to protect your home, taking the job your mother once had. It pained your father, but he understood.

     It’ll be the second year defending the house on your own tonight. And of course you felt like you were going to shit yourself from fear every second of it. You saw a truck last year in your neighborhood, men fully dressed in army apparel throwing people into the back of it. You assumed it was the same people that took your mom. They apparently came here every year, abducting people and them never coming back. You obviously wanted to know what was going on, but not being in a situation where you would figure it out once and for all. 

     “I have to get going soon, baby girl, it’ll be 7 soon,” your dad sighs across the dinner table from you. He always dreaded leaving you here, for obvious reasons, and always offered if you wanted to tag along instead. You declined every time even though it kills you on the inside.

     You throw a noodle at your begging dog beside the table. His jaws smack around the food quickly, followed by him swallowing it without even chewing. “Good boy Kip,” You pet the fur under his ear. Besides your dad, Kip was your best friend. He’s grown into an adult German Shepard and is the most loyal partner you could ask for. He is always there when you are crying to lick the tears off your face and make you laugh at how ridiculous he acted sometimes for a stupid dog treat. Plus, he favored you over anyone he ever met which you have to give him credit for. 

     “If those fuckers from last year try me again, I swear I’ll blow their god damn head off this time,” Your dad mumbles while watching the news showing recaps of things that happened during last year’s purge. The TV showed buildings’ windows shattered to the ground and belongings thrown out into the street. It wasn’t your father’s business, but something similar happened to him last year. He gets up to turn the TV off and hugs you goodbye. “Be safe. I love you,” he squeezes you tight before letting go to plant a big kiss on the top of your head.

     “I love you too, Dad. I have Kip with me, I’m sure I’ll be fine,” you both look over at Kip, making him wag his tail fiercely on the ground he sits on. A chuckle comes from your dad before he turns around and walks out the door, giving you one last look before closing it behind him.

     You sigh as you shove your hands in your pockets, twisting your heels on the ground to face Kip once again. “Hungry?” He tilts his head in response and you take it as a yes, grabbing his bowl to fill it up with his food. As you pour the pebbles into his bowl, the purge sirens go off. His ears fly to the back of his head as he barks at the sound ringing through the town. “Shhh, boy, it’s okay. Here’s your food,” he stops to gobble down the bowl. You watch him eat and slurp up some water before he’s satisfied.

     His paws click behind you while walking to your bedroom to open the shoebox from under your bed. You pull it onto your lap and set the lid on your bed beside you. A pistol lays at the bottom, a clip already inside. Your fingers touch the cold metal and embrace it into your hand. You gaze at the weapon in your palm.

     If only I had this 5 years ago, a thought runs in the back of your head. You push the gun into your pocket and sit down in the living room. You closed your curtains and locked your door. “Let’s do this,” you try to convince yourself to Kip that you are prepared for the worst, but were you really?

     You pulled a chair by the window and watched through the curtain at the streets under you. Kip sat next to you and followed suit. You both watched the sun travel off the visible skyline, leaving you with swallowing darkness. A mouse scurries along the perimeter of the room, catching Kip’s eye. He gets up from his spot and chases after the small rodent. A small laugh rises from your throat as you watch him fail to try to catch it in his paws. Once he realizes the mouse is away from his sight, he begins to sniff along the walls that face the apartment hallway that connects to all the other rooms. He stops at the foot of the door, and at that moment, you both notice a shadow standing outside the door. Kip backs away a couple steps and started to bark aggressively.

     You whip around your seat and yank out the gun from your back pocket. The second he began to bark, the door caved in immediately. Your body froze when you see the same men pour into your room and shoot Kip to the ground. A yelp leaves his mouth and he crashes to the floor. Your eyes fall onto him and it feels like the room was in slow motion. You watched his body still breathing, and snap back to reality. The men rush towards you and you desperately pull the trigger as quickly as you could, but it was too late. The bullets were stopped by a chest piece and they continued to move towards you. Your gun ran out of bullets and you looked around frantically at where to go, but before you could run, their arm was wrapped around your neck.

     They pulled you out of the room slowly because you weren’t getting out of there without a fight. Your eyes locked onto Kip and just as they were pulling you out of sight. His tongue hung to the floor as he struggled to breathe. You stopped fighting back and you felt your heart sink into your chest.

     “I’m so sorry,” were the last words you said to him before you were pulled out of sight. The last thing you saw was his chest stop moving. You began to cry as you tried to keep your throat open to breathe under the man’s arm. They dragged you out to the back of the building where the van was. They were hiding this year.

     “Don’t even think about running,” The man lets go and you feel a cloth pull from behind you into your mouth. It was pulled and tied so tightly that you could feel the cloth make you gag. After that, your wrists were yanked behind you and smushed together. A zip tie locked them both in place before you are being pushed into a truck with about a dozen people looking at you with the same cloth around their mouths and tied wrists. You tumble in and sit down across from a man looking at you with empathy in his eyes. You probably looked fucking ridiculous. Your mouth covered with drool down to your chin and your cheeks red and full of tears just like your eyes.

     The doors slam shut and you feel the truck start to move again. Apparently you were the last stop because no one else was picked up. The truck was filled with people crying and sniffling, but the talking of the army men is what interested you the most.

     “You think only 50k? Jesus, come on. I say at least 100 for her,” they talk about another girl in the truck. Her body trembles when the men point their fingers at her. Their conversation is cut short by the doors opening once again and they begin tossing everyone out of the truck. When they throw you, you try to land on your feet. Failing, you fall forward and smack the side of your cheek to the pavement from not being able to use your hands to stop the fall. Before curling up in pain, they pull you up with a ball of your hair back onto your feet. The second after standing up, the snout of a gun is pushing you forward to join a line walking into a building. 

     Everyone is formed into a horizontal line on a platform behind a curtain. Are we on a fucking stage? You think to yourself. The sound of an older woman talking comes from the other side. “...to allow us to rid our country, our cities, our neighborhoods of those unwanted, unneeded... unnecessary.” Her voice darkens, making everyone in line squirm except for the same man you made contact with earlier. He stands incredibly still, hurt in his eyes.

     Your gaze is cut short by the curtain opening, revealing a crowd of people staring at all of you with smiles on their faces and clapping hands as they watched you all shrink into yourselves. “Who is ready to bid?” She stands to the side of the stage.

     You gasp, sucking in the cloth to touch to back of your throat making you cough. Tears start to shake at your waterline. An auction begins, one person after another. When it hit you, your eyes shoots across the audience as your price escalated more and more. When the last price was named it was $250k. Your knees felt as if they were going to break beneath you.

     When the auction was finished, everyone was pushed into a room where they were beginning to take off everyone’s mouth pieces. Everyone froze when one of the young men in the audience walked into the room to pull out the trembling girl from the truck. She was never seen after that. You wondered if she was saved or if the man wanted to kill her on her own since he interrupted the bid earlier for her. 

     With zip ties still around wrists, everyone was pushed out into the hallway into a huge dark room. It looked like an arena that people would play laser tag in, with random walls and hallways and little open spaces where spotlights shines onto the ground. Other than the spotlights, the surrounding room was pitch black. Everyone was thrown into one of the spotlights with arms still tied. The man from earlier hissed into your ear. 

     “We need to get the hell out of here right now. Follow me,” He scoots into the darkness and you do quickly as well. He cuts off his ties with a pocketknife he kept in his pocket and helped cut off yours as well. A spotlight appears on a door across the room where people begin to walk out of. They drop a bunch of weapons onto the floor and return back to the doors they just came from. The second the weapons hit the floor, the room fills with silence and all at once everyone starts to run for them including the man that cut you loose. He grabs two guns and bolts back to the darkness where you were.

     “Take this now,” He tosses you the gun and it fumbles into your hands. You were so confused at what was going on, why wasn’t he? The sound of gun shots ring into your ears from behind him. You cock your head around his figure and see that the bidders have walked into the room and are having a war with the people they bought.

     The man pulls you next to him and leads you up against the wall. You couldn’t see him, so he pulled you along next to him as he scooted along the wall. His hands felt what was behind him until he stopped on a doorknob. It was the door that you both came from. He took a deep breath before sneaking out the door and pulling you through. Being prepared to fight, he whipped around with his gun in all directions. There was no one there. It would have been common sense to have at least one of the guards to sit by the door. He wasted no time to think about it and immediately started to sprint towards the exit door at the end of the hall. The sounds of the screams from the other room were still heard and made your blood curdle.

     You both push into the door and witness a car swerving away from the building with a bunch of cars behind him chasing him. Once again, another blessing that was definitely about to be taken advantage of. He takes your hands and runs off until you both could barely breathe. You both find yourself stopped at the side of a random building. The streetlight that was beside you guys was knocked to the ground, making you guys impossible to see from an outsider’s perspective. 

     “Listen, thank you so much, but I need to go to my dad’s store. He’s there guarding it and I need to make sure he’s okay. I have to help him,” Your hands were on your legs as you try to slow down your breathing. You can’t help but think back Kip and how you watched him take his last breaths.

     “I’ll take you there, so I have somewhere to go too,” he runs his hands through his sweaty hair. You agreed and you both make your way to your father’s store, trying to create small talk. You needed answers as to why he knew what he did about that killing arena you both were just placed in, so you asked.

     “I was in there before. I was the last one alive, so they let me go... it was chaos. No one knew who was a good guy or who was a bad guy, so everyone was just killing everyone. It was a bloodbath, and I try to forget it,” He looks down at the pavement he walks on.

     “When?” You asked quietly, hoping you weren’t prying into his mind too much.

     “Five years ago,” He sighs. You stop in your tracks and your blood boils within your veins. “I killed almost everyone in there because they were going to kill me. I wish I would’ve ended up dead some nights, so I could forget the looks on their faces. Their families not being able to see them again...” His voice trails off when he notices you’re not next to him anymore. You stand there with your fist clenched and gripping the gun so hard it hurt.

     “My mother was abducted by them five fucking years ago. You— you are probably the one that fucking killed her!” Your teeth grind across each other to keep yourself from shooting him right then and there.

     “I-I didn’t know. I’m so so so sorry!” He walks towards you with his arms reached out. You scoff and back away.

     “Get the fuck away from me and stay away or I’ll shoot you like I should right now,” You walk ahead of him and don’t turn around because if you did, you would pull the trigger under your fingertips.

     You managed to make it to your father’s shop safely. The building’s windows were busted and some things were rummaged through on the inside. You walked inside and saw two bodies lay lifeless in one of the aisles. Must’ve been the scumbags who tried to raid this place again, you think to yourself. You see your dad at the other side of the aisle shocked to see you there. Everything that happened floods over your body, the gun falls from your hands and you run into his arms sobbing. You explained everything that happened, even the man who basically admitted to killing your mother. Your dad takes you to the roof of the building, so he has an outlook of the street.

     “I’m not mad at him...and you shouldn’t be either,” Your dad dangles his legs off the side of the building, interrupting the silence that has grown between you two for a bit.

     “How could I not be? He killed-“

     “You don’t know that for sure. And he did it for survival, just like you would have, and so would I. You can’t blame someone for wanting to live...listen, we both miss her. Hell, I think about her everyday. She was the love of my life and I know I won’t find someone else like her, but you have to let go honey. It’s hard, but think about it this way. If he wouldn’t have lived that night, you probably wouldn’t be here with me right now,” He searches your face for an answer.

     You didn’t know how to feel. You felt angry, of course. But, apart of you understood where your dad was coming from. You nod and look down at your wrists which were still irritated from the zip locks cutting into them earlier. “I don’t think I can let go of her,” you mutter.

     “It’ll becomes easier with time. That’s all that can mend a broken heart,” He pulls you into a hug.

     You pull away when you hear the sound of people giggling on the street. They didn’t see you both, and walk into the store. The sound of crashing bottles and laughter filled the inside of the store. You both get up, ready for a fight. When you turn around, you are startled at the sight of a group of men facing you both. All dressed as the guards from earlier.

     “Well, well, well look who it is. We were on the look out for new replacements, but we ran into one of the fuckers that escaped. Maybe we should just shoot you right here, same with your pops, and we’ll call it a night, yeah?” One of the guys looks at the others to search for a response and finds that they all agree. They raise their guns at you and your father. You close your eyes to hold in the tears you wanted to let loose. Just as you thought it was over, of course it wasn’t. You heard the couple from earlier walk out of the store and walk off into the night. Completely unaware of the scene happening above them. 

     The sound of a burst of bullets let loose in front of you and your eyes screw shut. After a second of silence, you open your eyes. You thought the bullets were for you and your dad, but you find your dad untouched as well. All of the guards fall to the ground and reveal a man behind all of them holding a gun. He approaches you both and reaches out his hand for you to grab. He takes off his hood to reveal it was the same man from earlier. You take his hand and he pulls you up, doing the same to your dad as well.

     “Thank you...Dad this is the guy I was talking about earlier,” Your dad’s eyes go wide. He shakes his hand and thanks him with a smile on his face. Their was pain behind his eyes, but he held it in. 

     “I’m very sorry, sir. I can’t even explain-“ 

     “We forgive you,” Your dad stops him in his tracks. “We forgive you, son.”

     “The least you have to let me do is help you guard your store for the rest of the night,” He begs. Your dad nods in agreement.

     “I can’t say no to that,” Your dad laughs. All three of you sit on the roof for about an hour before they catch you yawn. You decide to take a nap, going to the break room and laying on one of the long tables. He decides to guard you in the break room as your father stays on the roof.

     You watch his figure stand outside the glass part of the door until you feel your exhaustion take over. The next thing you feel is clothing laid over you when you wake up. You pull it close to realize it’s his sweatshirt. You get up and try to give it back now that you’re awake.

     “Go ahead and keep it, it’s chilly outside,” he says looking down at you. You look up at his face and realize how close you two are from each other. The back of his hand reaches up and grazes the side of your face softly. His breath hits you warmer the closer he inches to your skin. His touch comforts you and almost makes you forget about the hell you both went though tonight. Your lips glide against his before connecting into a kiss. His lips move in sync with yours, his lips softer than you could ever imagine. His hand goes under your hair and behind your neck to pull you in to deepen the kiss a bit more. He backs away to lay one more kiss on your lips before looking at you in the eyes.

     “I think it’s my time to get some sleep,” You dad’s voice yells from the stairs that lead to the roof. You both part away from each other and snap out of the trance you were once in.

     “Okay Dad, we’ll cover for you!” You yell back up. You guys separate and he covers your dad while you take the roof. You sit there wondering what got into you down there. You can’t just kiss someone you met in one night, especially purge night. You shake your head to yourself and sigh.

     “Something wrong?” The man’s voice is heard from behind you.

     “Me? Oh no, no...aren’t you supposed to be guarding my dad?” You look back at him.

     “He said he wanted us to talk, so he made up the whole ‘wanting to get some rest’ story,” He smiles, making you roll your eyes. Really, Dad? He takes a seat next to you and leans back on his arms. “You know, the sky is so beautiful. It’s a shame how messed up things are below it,” His voice somehow soothes you as you watch the morning sun creep back into the sky.

     You lean back to match his body language and you look over at him, admiring the scene in front of him. His eyes travel to meet yours and there’s enough light to see him look down and become flushed. You place your hand on his and scoot a little closer. Your head rests on the side of his arm and you look back ahead of you. You knew this might end up to what happened earlier but you didn’t care. This man saved your life today, more than once at that.

     “Really, thank you for saving my life tonight,” You squeeze his hand slightly.

     “Don’t thank me. It’s the least I could do,” his eyes watch you lean against him. He pulls the hood over your head playfully, making you laugh and sit back up. You hit him lightly, but he grabs your hand in mid air to pull you close by your arm. Your lips meet again, this time the sirens go off the second your lips touch. He pulls your legs onto his lap and kisses you passionately. You were praying your dad wasn’t going to walk up here.

     Your hands travel down his chest to rest between his legs where the sweatpants he was wearing clearly revealed the boner inside. He groaned a little bit from your touch and you took the opportunity to slip your tongue in his mouth. Your hands glided around him through his sweatpants, and he pulled away from the kiss when you tugged at his waistband.

     “Are you sure?” He whispers against your lips. You connected your lips back to his as an answer. He slid his sweats down to his thighs, you immediately grip his length and jerk him off. His lips travel to your neck, making you pool underneath you. You travel down to lick around his tip and suck it, making him groan quietly. His hand holds your ass as you lick all around him.

     “Sit on me while you suck me off,” he says through his teeth as he pulls off your shorts. He lays down on his back and you place your knees on each side of his face. He looks up at you and licks his fingers before curling them inside of you. “So wet already,” he pulls you down closer to him. You can feel his breath against you. You begin to take his dick in your mouth slowly, making sure to suck in your cheeks when pulling back out. His tongue took the place of his fingers, licking all around inside of you. His thumb drew circles around your clit, making you whine around his dick.

     He began to thrust into your throat, pushing it further in. He switched his mouth and fingers once again. His fingers thrusting and curling into you faster and his mouth licking around your clit. When he started sucking and pulling your body against his, you screwed your eyes shut and disconnected from his cock. You begin jerking him off as you moan and grind your hips down. The moment you place your mouth around his once more, he fucks into your throat roughly as he tongue fucked you to heaven between your legs. You felt your core grow hot as your throat grew raw. The roof of the building echoed with moans and it wasn’t long before his dick started to shoot hot liquid down your throat, his free hand holding your face down to take his whole load.

     When he was done releasing, he continued to drive his tongue into you. You sat up and rode his face. He flicked his tongue in places you have never felt while one of his hands touched what the tongue couldn’t. His other hand traveled up your sweatshirt and groped your breasts. Your eyes screwed shut and your legs began to shake.

     “Mmm, cum for me. I can feel you wanting to,” He picks up the pace before you thought that was even possible. You bite down on your arm sleeve to hold in the scream of pleasure you felt as you came in his mouth. He licked and finger fucked you through the high. You wanted it to last forever. 

     You get off of him and slide your clothes back on. You look at him wipe his mouth and wish you could climb right back on top of him. “I think the purge sirens went off while we were kissing,” you laugh shyly.

     “Oh, I guess I better get going then?” He stands up and pulls you up afterwards. “But only if this isn’t the last time we’ll see each other,” He looks down at you, hair in his face.

     “No, of course not. Here, put your number in my phone,” you slide him your phone where he puts his number in. “After this whole crazy night, I still don’t know your name. I’m (Y/N),” You watch him look up at you with a slight smile.

     “I’m Jungkook,” He hands you your phone back and walks off. He waves goodbye before heading out of the store, leaving you by yourself on the roof to think about everything that happened that night.

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The Purge Night-

Gunpoint

- Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

- Genre: ThePurge!AU, Hitman!AU, violence, smut, gore

- Warnings/Tags: pre-meditated murder, dark web hitman mention, (kind of?) slow burn, killing, fantasizing about ripping out someones diaphragm, soft Hoseok, crying reader, eventual smut, fucking over a kitchen counter, light spanking, marking hickeys 

- Word Count: 3649 words

- Summary: There are a lot of black market jobs that really come to life during the purge— including hiring a hitman. When Hoseok sees his target for tonight, will he pull the trigger or make an exception for you?

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A/N: Thank you to my bestfriend Jasmin (aka @pjm-com) for writing out my idea for this story for me because my mentality to do ANYTHING today was not having it. If you like this story, check out her writings because they are amazing 

     Hoseok was excited for tonight, something he could feel in his veins weeks before the actual day came. He spent the prior hours preparing his weapons for that night to keep him alive, and that thought alone made him laugh. He was untouchable. He wasn’t marked by anyone else, but he was known to be dangerous in every way possible which meant work would be heavy in the towns over. The towns who had never seen his face, who hadn’t experienced him standing over someone about to blow out their brains.

     On purge night, there were two types of services that people could order. A protection service, in which someone would be posted outside your house to keep the crazy killers outside. There was another service as well, but it was highly illegal and fortunately for Hoseok, it was his full time job. Even sitting at his computer now, he’s searching through his e-mails on targets he has to kill before the week is up and oddly enough there is only one scheduled for tonight. A sick twisted smile forms on his face as he realizes that, he can take his time with you tonight. He could make it as quick as he wanted, or watch them die painfully tonight. 

     “This poor mother fucker,” he says as he leans back in his chair as he sipped on some alcohol. He’s already thought of five ways he can obliterate the body, man or women, he didn’t care. He could cut the sternum right under the chest plate and flip the diaphragm back, watching them struggle to breath without the main supporting muscle. But he’d save his sick fantasies for later before he gets too excited, and opens the e-mail. No specific information, no specific way to kill, just an address and a photo was all he needed to get the job done. Turning off his computer, he gets up and goes down into a secret room and is flicking the lights on to reveal an armory that he keeps just for his job. It paid in heaps of cash, which was why he had the best weapons known to man, some he’s been saving for special occasions.

     He moves towards the room with familiarity, knowing where everything is as he pulls out a bag that he’s had ready for weeks now. Unrolling the small bundle, Hoseok spreads it out on the table to show two of his favorite weapons. The Ruger SR40c which had its own silencer. It was one of the most dangerous handguns out there and he was honored to have it in his possession, right next to a needle that he can inject into her jugular vein to paralyze her. With confidence, he brings the gun into his view before putting it in his stomach holster that keeps the gun strapped to his back, before pocketing the needle. He’s leaving the room quickly to walk into the main portion of his house and shut it down for the night. He lived in a penthouse on the seventh floor of a large building in the city so he was not worried at all about someone waiting for him to get home. 

     In no time he’s pulling the work address up on maps and making his way down to his car in the parking garage, a black Cadillac that has aided him through many drive-by shootings. He gets into the car and immediately locks the doors out of habit before setting his phone on a mount and pulling out of there. Lucky for him, the house was one in the suburbs not even five minutes from here and given the timestamp in the information file, as he pulls up to the office building and spots his target getting into her car. 

     You hadn’t even seen him following you, and he’s already suspected you’re an idiot— case in point. He’s following you a few cars back to the house that looks nicer than he expected. He wasn’t usually supposed to ask questions on the job, but why would someone want you dead? Pushing the thoughts out of his head, he decides to turn off the main road and find a spot to park in the woods near your house. He could climb in the window when it was safe and slit your throat, or do something else if his mind thought it up. He watches you walk into your house, eyes over your shoulder every few minutes and the clock on his wrist tells him that it’s five minutes till the alarm is supposed to sound. He gets out of his car and starts treading through the thistle and branches to arrive at the edge of the forest right in front of your house. 

     His instincts kick in as he drops to his knees, another figure dressed in a suit and tie just like him, walking up to your house. Hoseok felt anger bubble in his chest. This was his kill, his money, and before he can plan on torturing the other hitman, a thought racks his mind. You fucking idiot, he thinks. That’s not a hitman, but a protection agent and it was like the devil had put this glorious opportunity right into his hands. He takes his gun out of the holster, glad that the agent had chosen to park far away, so it would make it easier for Hoseok to drag his body away. He’s lifting up the Ruger, aiming straight at his head, and he’s thanking the heavens for his silencer because within a split second the man is collapsing to the ground with a hole in his head. 

     Scanning the area, he doesn’t see a soul so Hoseok decides to move quickly since you’re already inside your house. He drags the agent back to his car after searching his body for any documents of concrete evidence that he was assigned to her house. After finding nothing, he shuts the car door and turns to her house before walking the same path the agent had moments ago. His knuckles knock on your door formally, a smile on his features as you open the door with wide eyes. “Miss Y/N?” He calls, extending his hand. You take it cautiously before nodding. 

     “Yes, that’s me. Are you my agent?” Hoseok nods and she’s ready to open the door to let him in before her eyes are fixed on something behind his shoulder. He turns around ready to whip out his pistol before he sees a toddler running from a girl’s car, whom he could only assume to be his nanny, up the stairs and to his mother. She coos at him happily, swinging him up in her arms and planting kisses all over his face. Hoseok can’t help but crack a smile at how happy you both looked together. A happiness he hasn’t felt in a long time. 

     “Hey sport, how was day camp?” He decides to do an outside perimeter check right as the alarm sounds, the boring speech filling his ears. Before rounding himself back inside to meet you guys eating at the dinner table. It must’ve been leftovers since he’d only been outside for all of six minutes, but your kid was chowing down either way. She turns to Hoseok, a soft smile on her face and he can tell she’s tired and worn out, and a little hint of fear lies in her eyes. He’s upset for a second, that he’d be leaving this kid without a mother since the contract only instructed you. He mentally slaps himself in the face. He’s here to kill you, not feel sorry for you. “Would you like any?”

     He shakes his head, putting his hands up. “No thank you, Miss. I already ate. Sit there and enjoy it, I’ll protect you.” She nods and continues to eat, making small talk with her kid about his day. Hoseok tunes it out, because he knows if he pays too much attention to it, he’ll start freaking out. It took him years to get over the death of his wife and kid. Five long years and he’s still scrambling to put his heart back into his chest. 

     He decides to watch the front door while they eat, and she’s getting him ready for bed. He’s doing a check of the halls and the bedrooms trying to find a place that he could hide in plain sight for later. While he’s in her bedroom, looking out her window to make sure no one was haunting the streets before he hears a soft hiccup behind him. You shut your door after tucking in your son, sobbing into your hands before your eyes are wide open at his figure in your room. 

     “Hey, I was just looking out your window to make sure no one’s waiting to ambush you… everything okay?” He asks in the softest voice possible. You look like you’re about to break apart right in his view and before he can ask again, you’re pressed into his chest crying. He short circuits with you in his arms, and he does the first thing he can think of which is holding you closer and sit on the bed. “Hey, it’s okay to let it out.. what’s wrong?” You’re gasping for air in his chest, hiccuping every so often as he rubs your back in rhythmic circles. 

     “It’s just.. my son.. He’s my everything and I’m barely s-scraping by to take care of him,” you sob and he sits there listening. “My fiancé was killed in the purge three years ago and it’s just been so hard without him.” Hoseok feels a jab of pain in his heart at your words. It’s something he knows very well, a pain he felt every night for the past five years.

     “That must be hard.. My wife and kid died in the purge as well, five years ago and that’s why I do what I do today.” He lies a little. The real reason he kills is because he has revenge for the world, cause he’s mad at the world. He screams at the stars every chance he gets, tears in his eyes asking God why he took the only thing keeping him going. They never respond back. Maybe they never will. “I want to protect people to make sure no more loved ones get killed in these sadistic games.” She offers a small hum as an answer, pulling away to wipe her tears before quietly apologizing. 

     “It’s just. I can’t protect him, not like you could. Please, keep him safe.” She’s begging him, tears in her eyes and streaming down her face. Maybe Hoseok breaks in that moment, a small piece of the wall he’s built is crumbling right now. He nods, thumb reaching up to push the tears away. “Even if you have to sacrifice my life over his, please make sure he’s safe.” Hoseok makes a promise to not touch a hair on that child’s head, no matter what happens tonight. He lets you lay in his chest as your breathing slows, and to his surprise you’re asleep within minutes. 

     Setting you straight on your bed, he makes sure you’re warm and cozy before shutting the door and sighing. It kills him on the inside but he walks into your boy’s room, and watches him for a while. He babbles in his sleep, a few words that Hoseok can’t understand. One does tear him a new one, your son mumbling ‘dad’ in his sleep. Hoseok can’t stay any longer but he vows to protect this kid his life if it’s the last thing he does. Pushing the thoughts out of his head, he goes downstairs to check all the doors and windows but the street stays surprisingly empty. That didn’t matter, because the killer was on the inside. 

     Now, as he sits and watches TV comfortably in your home, he wonders if he’ll be able to do it. Kill you in your sleep after you just cried in his arms. After he realizes you guys share the same pain, he won’t know if he has the heart. If he declines the job, he’ll be fired but maybe it’s worth it. A couple hours pass and it’s nighttime now, and Hoseok decides to go up to your room, to watch you for a while. You twist and turn in your sleep and as he inches closer, he’s afraid to wake you up. He kneels at your bedside, needle in his hand but he hasn’t removed it from his pocket. Your face is soft and free of stress lines as it rests against your pillow, hair fanned out against the sheets. The stains of your tears are evident on your face and it takes everything in his power to not wipe the remaining residue away. 

     Before he gets too far, your eyes open lazily before fixating on his figure. You don’t flinch cause you have great faith in how well he would be able to protect you, and you end up offering him a small smile. “Is everything alright?”  As if on cue, her kid starts crying and you’re suddenly on high alert.

     “He’s fine, he’s fine,” Hoseok calms you down instantly since he’s sure no ones in the house. He watches the look in your eyes return to normal and he fights internally with himself. “I’m sure a bad dream or something. Go check on him, I’m going to use the bathroom, okay?” You nod and he steps aside to let you tend to your kid while he slinks into the nearest restroom. He’s honestly nervous right now as he splashes water onto his face. He’s killed people without any mercy, and he’s wondering why the hell he can’t do it. Why he wants to stay outside your door and protect you every night. He opens the window once he decides that he can’t do it, and chucks the needle as far as he can away from the house. After slamming it shut, he pulls out his phone and deletes any trace of himself on the profile as much as he can in that time amount. He texts one of his close friends, asking him to wipe all his accounts clean before he steps into the hall. 

     After seeing your son asleep and your bed empty, he decides to trail downstairs and he spots you in the kitchen with your arms crossed as you wait for the coffee to be done brewing. He joins you in the kitchen and you guys sit in silence for a little bit. “Would you like a cup?” Hoseok nods and you pour him one, pushing the creamer and sugar towards him before making one of your own. 

     “You’re not going back to bed?” He exhales, and you shake your head. 

     “I wanna stay up with you. I can never sleep on nights like these, and I want to be awake should anything happen.. if that’s okay.” Hoseok nods and mixes the cream and sugar together before taking a drink. You sit at the island with your coffee in hand, as you sip from it momentarily. “Sorry for dumping all of that on you.. That’s not professional.” Hoseok shakes his head, leaning against the counter that you were sitting at. 

     “Don’t be. It’s good to know at least someone shares my grief.”

     You laugh softly at that before you exhale, shrugging. “I don’t know.. It’s just been so long since I’ve had a man in my house, or even someone to talk to. To hold me. It’s different, it’s not something I’ve had in a while.” Hoseok nods, looking at you, hyper aware of everything you do from flickering your eyes back and forth from his own and his lips, to your fingertips idly playing with each other on the table. Something in Hoseok snaps and he pushes his face forward to kiss you, something that almost makes him laugh. He was planning on killing you tonight, and here he is kissing you over your counter.

     He’s surprised as you kiss him back with fire, the same amount he had given you. He pulls away, your foreheads together as he laughs into your mouth, kissing you again before pulling away entirely. “I’m sorry,” he breathes. “I shouldn’t have done that.” You shrug as you get up, rounding the corner of the island before running your hands up his chest. He’s watching you with lust and fire as you shake your head.

     “It’s okay..” You were feeling some sort of way with him, and maybe it was desperation or lust but you wanted him. “This is the first attention I’ve had in three years.” His hands are on your hips as he pulls you closer into his chest, no restraint as he kisses you again. Your hands are around his neck in an instant, pulling your faces closer as you kissed him hungrily, wanting to diminish all space between your chests. “Just touch me,” you mumble and his last rope of control snaps as he grabs your thighs and sets you on the counter, pushing his dick into your core. You moan against his lips at how fast this was happening but you couldn’t care less as his hands are pushing your shirt up and over your head. He’s feeling your hips and your back while you’re undoing his tie, throwing it to the floor before working on his buttons. 

     Hoseok’s mind is spinning as he’s unhooking your bra and discarding that to the floor as well with his shirt too. Your tongue is licking up into his mouth which he takes the opportunity to lightly suck on it, making your legs tremble as you feel yourself getting more wet. “God, you’re just perfect,” he groans as he picks you up again and sets you down on the ground, one last hungry kiss to your lips before turning you around. “Gonna fuck you real good over the counter.” You whine in approval and push your pajama pants and underwear down in one go, kicking them around your feet while Hoseok’s working on his buttons. 

     “Hurry,” you breathe, and within seconds you feel the head pushing into you making your head drop into your arms. He doesn’t start out slow, and you thank god for the stamina he has gifted this man because he’s pounding into your pussy hard. “Holy shit,” you moan, your voice bouncing with each thrust into you while his hands grabbing handfuls of your ass. You’ve been so touched starved that you could cum right now if you think about it, but you wanted this to last as long as you could keep it. Hoseok’s bent over your figure, hips shoving you against the counter tops as he’s kissing your spine and marking your shoulders by biting and sucking wherever he could. 

     “You’re really fucking tight,” he growls giving your ass a playful smack and you moan into your own hand, careful not to wake your son. He’s not giving up, if anything he’s moaning louder into your ear as he picks up the pace, thrusting harder into you reaching spots that are making your toes curl into the floor. 

     “O-oh fuck.” You whine, eyes screwing shut as you slam back into his cock so he’d reach farther in you. That earns louder groans from the both of you, and his thrusts are getting sloppier by the second while your stomach is convulsing in pleasure. “I think I’m gonna come soon..”

     Hoseok hums in agreement, growling loudly as he starts to speed up, getting louder. “F-fuck me too.. I wanted to last longer but holy hell,” he whines. With one more slap to your ass, you’re cumming on his cock, clenching around him with a loud cry. Soon enough he fucks you through your high, and he’s cumming inside you, filling you up as he’s moaning into your ear. “Fuuuuck.” He drags it out, chest heaving as he pulls out of you and watches his cum drip from your pussy. He doesn’t hesitate to turn you around, pulling you into a kiss that was filled with passion. One you could feel when his lips first touched yours. 

     You both laugh embarrassed as you pull away, Hoseok cleaning you guys both up as you pull your clothes back on a little awkwardly. Hoseok wanted to stay here. Fuck his penthouse, fuck his job. He had enough money to support you and your boy if he’d give you a chance. He kisses your lips again, holding you close as you’re smiling into his lips. You guys make your way to the living room so he can keep an eye on you, a movie on the TV. No one really says anything for awhile until you speak up, voice wavering.

     “Maybe you’d want to protect me next year too? And the year after that?” Your voice is uncertain, and Hoseok’s eyes are wide as he looks down at you. He presses his lips against yours again, softly before he’s nodding against your forehead. 

     “Of course I will.. for however many years you’ll have me, I’ll stay.” 

     Hoseok found the last pieces of his heart he was scrambling for, something to fill the void. His heart was overflowing in competition now that he had you, and had a little boy that he could protect too. As you lay there in his arms asleep while he watches the windows, he plays with your hair gently as he thinks. Now he can stop screaming at the stars, because the motivation to keep going lies in his lap.

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The Purge Night-

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- Pairing: Jimin x Reader

- Genre: ThePurge!AU, gore, violence, angst, smut

- Warnings/Tags: Watching the worst movie in cinematic history, reverse cowgirl, unprotected sex, dirty talk, cumming on your ass, home invasion, Jimin being a hero, killing a hobo with a trash can lid, stab mention, intense game of hide and seek, eye gauging, achilles tendon cutting

- Word Count: 2792 words

- Summary: This is the first year you and Jimin have been living together. Although your guys’ house and neighborhood isn’t the best, it wasn’t really thought of being a problem until tonight. Without a security system, will you and Jimin survive the night during the purge? The 12 hour countdown starts now. 

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     Popcorn flooding into your mouth and your eyes glued to the TV screen while in your pajamas was how you loved spending most of your nights with Jimin. You and Jimin were home bodies, especially tonight. The last thing that you both wanted to do was to endanger yourselves and step out on the streets. The realtor, when buying this house, said that the neighborhood wasn’t the best but it was mostly quiet during this time of year. The people around here were mostly protecting the businesses they owned from people trashing it since they couldn’t afford much to replenish a lot.

     You cuddled up in Jimin’s chest to watch Scream before it blinked to a blue screen. The Emergency Broadcast system announced the beginning of The Purge. It was exactly 7:00pm and it will be exactly 7:00am tomorrow morning until the next alarm will go off again. Twelve nail-biting hours. You both couldn’t help but feel nervous about tonight—who wouldn’t, except absolute psychopaths.

     “Babe, we’ll be okay. Just remember what the realtor told us. If something happens, I won’t let anyone hurt you,” His fingers grazed over your back lightly as he looks down at you. He lifts your chin to kiss you lightly. One kiss turned into a string of kisses and laughs in between.

     “I love you,” you whine. You couldn’t imagine life without him and the thought of a situation where he would risk his life for you took you to areas in your thoughts you didn’t want to go. Pushing thoughts aside, you lock your lips back on his softly. His tongue pushes gently against yours. You scoot up a bit while he turns his head to deepen the kiss. Just as you were done scooting up, his hands cup around the back of your thighs to pull you on top of him. His hands glide up the back of your thighs and continue to travel under your pajama shorts. He rests them on your ass and gives a slight squeeze.

     Your hands slide under his shirt and lift it off. You throw it aside and do the same with your own top. He pulls you close to him, his body heat radiating back onto you. Your lips travel to his neck and collarbone as you grind down on his sweatpants underneath you. He grabs a handful of your hair to drag your head back up to his. He smashes his lips onto yours.

     “Take those pants off and turn around,” he whispers into your ear while his other hand starts to tug at your shorts. You kick off your shorts and underwear while he follows. You sit back on him, yet facing away as he instructed. Your hands rest on his thighs as you glide along his length. You bite your lips to hold in your moans from starting so soon. His hands sit at your waist to create more pressure on top of him.

     Once you’re too impatient to wait, you sit up a bit to hover over him. He grabs his cock and pushes it up to rest at your entrance. You slowly sit down on top of him, your eyes immediately rolling to the back of your head when it was fully in. A sigh coming from his lips while you grind in circles around him. Once you begin to lift and drop on top of him, his hands grip your hips tightly and help you with the rhythm. He sits up a bit and grabs a ball of your hair to tug your hair back. He thrusts into you while sucking on your neck. His other hand travels to your clit to push hard circles into, causing you to let out breathless moans. Your legs begin to shake and Jimin notices. He lays back down and holds your body in place as he drives into you quickly and smacks your ass harshly.

     “Cum on my dick, babygirl. I can feel you tightening around me,” He smacks your ass once more, adding to the hand print that’s beginning to form. Gasping for breath, you squeeze his thighs for support as you squirt all over his cock. You cry out as he continues to thrust into your high until he reaches his own. He pulls out and you feel the heat shoot on your ass. Jimin leaves to wash up and retrieve a rag to clean up his mess on you. When he’s finished, he tosses the rag in the laundry room. He pulls his clothes back on, bringing your clothes back when he plopped down beside your laying body. He kisses down your back before lifting you up and slipping your clothes on for you. He pulls your legs onto his lap and holds you close. He looks down at you and smiles.

     “How can you be so cute and innocent looking after what we just did?” He laughs. He taps your nose and carries you to bed, noticing how tired you were. You both lay down beside one another in bed, you cuddled into his chest while he faced the ceiling. “Don’t be afraid. Go to sleep, I’ve got you,” He rests his cheek on your forehead and squeezes you closer. Your exhaustion finally gives in before you close your eyes.

     You wake up to the sound of a window shattering in the room next door and Jimin shooting up in bed. Jimin motions to hide under the bed since the blankets went to the floor on both sides and it would be the best place to hide. You both scurry under the bed and try to quietly shuffle against the wooden floor. 

     “Yoo-hoo... come out, come out wherever you are. I saw you both get freaky in here earlier...where are you now huh?” He calls throughout the small house. His footsteps were slow and careful, roaming around the house. He went into the bathroom and you could hear him whip back the shower curtain. You bit your knuckle to hold in the fact that you were trembling from fear. Glancing over at Jimin, you couldn’t make out much other than a slight reflection in his eyes. It wasn’t long before you heard the bedroom door click and creak open. You held your breath and looked around to where you could hear the footsteps. He first walked to your side, and then made his way to Jimin’s. His footsteps stopped for a moment before turning around and walking out of the room. The house was filled with silence for 10 minutes before Jimin pulled your hands in his.

     “I’m going to go check it out and make sure he’s gone,” You shake your head fiercely to what he was saying. Would if he was still in the house? The idea was absurd and could be a death wish. “I love you baby,” he kisses the top of your hands. Your fingers latched onto his shirt to pull him back in, but he continued to make his way out like nothing. You creeped out from under the bed and stood by the door where Jimin was. Jimin opened the door and stepped out, looking around in the dark room. Just as he was about to turn around and tell you it was safe, the man jumped out from the corner and started throwing fists at Jimin. Jimin did not hesitate to try to take him to the floor.

     “Go, (Y/N)! Get out of here! Now!” His voice was low when he yelled. The last thing you saw was the man beginning to fight back harder and throw a punch across Jimin’s cheek before you ran out the door. 

     You ran and your legs would not stop until you reached an alley at the end of your block. You collapsed to the ground panting and shaking uncontrollably. You were crying while you were running and you didn’t notice until now. Your cheeks stung as you wiped away the tears. Curled up in a ball, you sat there. You didn’t care if someone caught you. How could you have just left Jimin like that? Your head rested on your knees and your arms hugged everything together.

     Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder and your head snaps up to see Jimin. He’s completely out of breath and there’s a stab wound between the column of his neck and his shoulder. Your body jolts up at the sight of him bleeding, but the adrenaline going through his body makes him look completely unfazed at the fact he has a stab wound.

     “Jimin! Are you okay?! What happened?” You’re hands cup his face and search for any other marks. One of his eyes were swollen shut with yellow and purple skin surrounding it. Along with that, his bottom lip was broken open slightly and swollen as well.

     “I’m fine. He’s not dead and he’s probably still after us. I knocked him down pretty good and ran for it. Fuck, I’m so stupid for not getting any weapons for tonight,” He shakes his head and looks down.

     “There’s no point in shooting yourself down for it. You can’t go back now and it is what it is. We have to get that bandaged up,” You peel his shirt off of the wound making him wince.

     “No, we have to make sure we stay alive tonight before we worry about that. I’m fine for now,” You give him a small understanding nod. He takes your hand and steps into the alley. You both had no clue where to go, but standing out in the open was no choice.

     A man was sitting in a bed made out of worn clothes. His body rocked back and forth until he noticed you both step into his territory. He stood up and started sprinting at Jimin while screaming nonsense. Jimin yanked a metal trash can lid off and swung it at the man’s head. The guy’s body fell to the ground and was starting to get back up, but not for long. Jimin hit his back and head repeatedly until there was no sign of him moving. He dropped the lid next to him and gripped his shoulder in pain.

     “It’s okay. Remember what I said,” He says quietly. You couldn’t help but think about how he’s enduring everything while you stand idle, waiting for him to be the hero. That’s what he told you to do, yes, but what if he loses a fight? It’s not like these were high school fights that ended in detentions— these fights ended in death tonight. You couldn’t lose Jimin. 

     “Hey, hey. It’s okay...come on baby. We’ve got this, okay?” His hands hold your face and he thumbs away the tears streaming down your face now. He pulls you into his chest and sways you back and forth. 

     Your tears were cut short from the sound of a motorcycle revving its engine at one end of the alley. You both had nowhere to go other than the dumpster, so that’s where you went. Jimin closed the lid on top and peaked through a hole burnt into the side of the dumpster. A beam of light shoots to the back of the wall as the headlight of the motorcycle makes its way down the alley. You were about to puke from the smell and the overwhelming anxiety flooding over your body for the second time tonight. When the light disappeared, Jimin lifted his head above and saw that he was gone. He stepped out and helped you out before rummaging through the homeless man’s belongings.

     “He’s got to have something here that can be used as a weapon,” He pushes empty bottles and wrappers aside to find nothing. He moves over to the bed and separates all the cloth to reveal a swiss army knife and a pocket knife. He gives you the pocketknife, him keeping the swiss knife in his hands.

     “My idea is that we go back to the house. If he’s there, we fight him. He doesn’t have a weapon any bigger than the ones we have so we take him and wait the rest of the night out. If he’s not there, then we wait for him until seven hits. It’s 4:00am now. We have three hours to go,” He glances at his phone for the time. “Well?” He waits for your response. You nod in agreement, and immediately after, he takes your hand in his once more. You both jog to your house, making sure to stay within the shadows when possible.

     When you stepped into your house, the first thing you noticed was the glass covering the floor along with a big shard with blood on it. You assumed that’s what he used to cut Jimin with, and if that was the case, did he have any weapons on him at all? You guys decided that Jimin would cover the window area and you would cover the front door. In case one person got attacked, the other person could creep and attack from behind. They were across from each other, so it wasn’t a far reach. You gripped your knife in your hand and stared at Jimin looking back at you.

     Now that the light from the moon was on him again, you noticed that his skin started to become paler and his facial features were lazy. His blinks were slow and his mouth curved down into a frown. He wasn’t feeling well and it was obvious. His eyes flickered when a noise came from outside the window. The same man came into view and he jumped into the house once again.

     “You guys suck at hide and seek. Choosing the same place twice? Come on,” the man scoffed. Jimin shot up and shoved the cork screw part of his swiss army knife into the man’s eye. The guy screamed in pain, but that didn’t stop him from trying to fight back. Jimin was having a hard time keeping up, his reactions slowed due to his loss of blood. You crawled quickly over to the scene and did not hesitate to slice at both of the man’s achilles’ tendons. He instantly falls to the ground on his back, and you hover over him and shove the knife repeatedly into his stomach. Blood oozes everywhere, covering you and the floor around you. You cry as you push into him. He’s already dead, but you couldn’t stop. Anger for the man almost taking Jimin away from you and the fear of him taking your life washed over your body and it was impossible to control. Jimin rips you away and pulls you into him for what seems like the hundredth time tonight. Your shuddering body drops the knife beside you and you feel disgusting at what you had just done.

     “You’re okay. It’s okay now. He’s gone. Shhh,” he says while holding your face to his. You didn’t realize you were sobbing hysterically. He kisses your forehead and squeezes you weakly. You snap back to what was really happening. You needed to stop being a baby and help Jimin from bleeding out. You suck up the mess on your face and pull Jimin to the bathroom. You sit him down on the toilet. His shirt is covered in blood from you and the wound. Your shaky hands run under water with soap before you carefully pull his sticky shirt off. The slight dab of a wet rag makes him wince. Once the blood was as cleaned up as it was going to get, you place a gauze patch over it to contain the mess.

     “I’m sorry...I shouldn’t have left you,” you move to dab over the little bit of blood coming out of the cut on his lip. He pushes your hand away and shakes his head.

     “Don’t be. If you would have stayed, who would know what would’ve happened. We’re here together right now, aren’t we?” He interlocks both of his hands with yours and cracks a small grin. “Let’s wait out the rest of the night and we can go to sleep tomorrow without a worry.”

     “Yeah, not until next year,” you sigh.

     “Next year is next year. Let’s survive this one first. We’ve got one more hour,” he says while you both sit down in the corner next to the window. The hour was excruciatingly long before the siren filled the streets again.

     “I think we’re going to have to go house hunting again,” you laugh a bit to hide how completely serious you are.