i have been accused of some things that i want to address first. I haven’t seen everything that’s been said about me, but from some of the messages i have received it seems that is a rumour that i have either lied about my mental health or have told people to kill themselves. let me make myself perfectly clear: i have never and would never lie about something as serious as this nor would i ever tell anyone to hurt themselves for whatever reason. i have been struggling with my own mental health for years and it has left me absolutely mangled, and the assumption that i would lie about it or ever wish that upon anyone else is vile.
this isn’t the only thing that’s been going around that isn’t true.
i never did this. enough time has passed that i would be able to not only own up to it if i had done this but also apologise for it, but i was not the person who sent those asks. i don’t understand why this lie is being shared, especially from someone who has worried about the “ethics” of everything surrounding me.
there is also the belief that all i have ever cared about is popularity. this isn’t true. i didn’t want popularity. i wanted friends. i guess it was stupid of me to expect people to understand the difference. if all i wanted was popularity, then this post would be made months from now.
there are other things that have been said about me that is simply not true, but that isn’t what this post is about. besides, i think we’re past the point where people will ever believe me.
for months now, it feels like the world is collapsing around me. there seems to be new responsibilities placed on my shoulders every day and the pressure to do well is suffocating. i can’t do all the things i’m being asked to do and i have nothing and no one to turn to now, when things are at its worst.
i am ending my life.
i’ve already attempted three times in the last eight months but i’m doing it properly this time. i’m cleaning up after myself and i’m saying goodbye. for the same reason i didn’t go into detail about what’s happened here in my note irl, i won’t go into what happened to me irl on here.
some of you might want to say that i shouldn’t, that i will be missed and that people want me here. this isn’t true, and i wish people didn’t feel so comfortable lying to me.
someone i considered a close friend called me a sociopath, a word i haven’t been able to hear or read since without having a panic attack.
my closest friend, who made such a big deal about always being there for me and told me time and time again i could lean on them, was the very first person to leave me when everything happened. she was with me for two of my attempts, she knew how much the guilt weighed me down and she still believed i would ever risk putting myself through that again. how can anyone want me around when the one who said she cared about me the most doesn’t even want me to be here.
even those who said they believed i’ve changed can’t stomach talking to me.
but i don’t blame anyone. i know it’s hard to like me. no one hates me more than i hate myself. hating me is easy, so i could never be mad at anyone for doing so.
i’ve been in so much pain. i’ve apologised a hundred times but no one ever wants to apologise to me. people have spoken ill about me for at the very least months, probably for over a year, yet no one ever wants to apologise for the paranoia this has caused me. i’ve been made to feel like my mental health is a burden, that i should feel guilty for being ill, when i was moments away from attempting someone told me that “everything always happens to them”, as if my mental health and my pain was worse for her than it was for me. i was never forgiven no matter how much pain i was in and how many times i apologised, but forgiveness is easily given to the person who did the exact same thing as me then said it’s “normal to talk shit about your friends behind their backs”
i’m not going to force anyone to apologise. those who don’t want to apologise never will. many probably think i deserved all the pain. and they’re probably right. i used to think my depression was my punishment for all the things i did. i didn’t want to get help because i knew i deserved to feel the way i do. i’m sorry for all the frustration i must have caused to those have begged me to get help only to have me stubbornly refuse.
i wanted to do this differently. i wanted to be more at peace, to be able to tell people that i have no anger in my heart and that i would be able to unblock everyone, but i can’t do that. i’m not upset with anyone, but i can’t find the strength to unblock anyone. i know it doesn’t matter
i’ve had people come onto my blog and screenshot my posts to send them to people i have blocked. i can’t begin to describe the paranoia this has caused. my poor mental health probably helped make me more paranoid, but that doesn’t change how much fear i’ve been going through these last two months.
it started with me feeling like i could never post anything on tumblr, terrified that regardless of what i did to distance myself from others, my posts would still be shared far and wide, even though it was the very last thing i wanted. then i started worrying about people finding me on other social medias. i tried just going private at first, but the paranoia didn’t go away. most of my social media accounts have now been deleted.
this last two weeks have been hell. i used to be so excited to go to uni, but recently i’ve only felt terror about the possibility of meeting people i don’t want to meet when i start uni. i know there’s seven billion people on earth and that i’m being stupid but i can’t help it. i’m terrified. i can’t live like this any longer.
people have been telling me that i am more than my mistakes and i will move on from this but if all it takes to bring it back up is a shitpost about a weird dream i had then i don’t see how i’ll ever be free from it
to all those who hated me, i’m sorry for not being better. to those few who still cared for me, i’m sorry for not getting better.
please don’t feel guilt. this was inevitable. it was always meant to be like this.
This is a collab with @kittymyg :) you can read her version here.
cw// lactation kink
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Soft, warm, squishy.
Laying in your shared bed while resting against your triple d's was heaven in itself for Yoongi.
You had been married to Yoongi, a Japanese Bobtail cat hybrid, for five years, and you both cherished every second of it.
He loved rubbing his head against your lactating chest, and sometimes if he was really good you would allow him a few mouthfuls of your milk as a special treat.
You were still asleep, and he had just woken up, and seeing how you were both naked from the previous nights activities, he saw it as an open invitation for some milk.
He moved himself so that while you were asleep on your back, he was laying on top of you facing you, at eye level with your left tit.
He latched onto you, and had swallowed only a few mouthfuls of your sweet milk, when you grabbed him by the nape of his neck, effectively making his whole body go slack, including his mouth. The milk that was in his mouth was spilled out, running out of his mouth and down his face onto you.
You let go of his nape and he begins to cough up what little milk he managed to choke on.
He sits up and manages to wheeze out a, "What was that for?".
"Thats for drinking my milk before your own children get their breakfast. That's why.", You say while climbing out of bed and tugging a pair of shorts on while Yoongi still sputters on the remains of milk in his throat.
You don't even bother putting a shirt on as you walk to the next room, the nursery that held your eight month old triplets, Suan, Soyeon, and Suji, one of them still asleep, and two of which at the sight of you began mewling out of hunger.
You take the two crying hybrid children out of the shared crib, and carry them over to the rocking chair with the intent of nursing them.
You sit yourself down, and they imediately begin suckling your milk as if it was their last meal.
You knew Yoongi liked your milk, but to drink your milk before your children did was a big no-no. If you were to let him, he would keep drinking your milk even if he was already full, and leave none for your children. He kept insisting that you should feed them a formula instead of your milk so he could have you all to himself, and you had tried that, only to be met with resistance when the triplets absolutely refused to drink it.
Yoongi walked in the nursery, and sat down on the couch by the rocking chair. After a few minutes, he looked over at you, down to your feeding children, then back up to you and had the audacity to whisper-ask, "Are they almost done?".
To which you lovingly elbow him in the ribs and chuckled quietly to yourself.
"I think so, they're beginning to nod off, and Suan's still asleep."
He nods.
A minute later, they've both been burped, and are now asleep.
You both walk back to the bedroom, Yoongi hot on your heels. You sit up in bed and he immediately jumps to your side latching himself on your right tit this time, happily purring while getting some milk.
A minute or so later, you hear mewling from the nursery, and he grumbles out a, "You gotta be kidding me.", while you get up again to feed the crying child, and at this point, he feels like he wants to start crying.
Time of Death (Jungkook x Reader) (10 Seconds Part 4)
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Word Count: 8.9k
Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Stalking, Obsession, Forced Relationships, Blood (Lots of it), Gore, Fear, Panic/Anxiety, Discussions of dead bodies, Mourning, Depictions of a corpse, Detailed Depictions of Wounds, Burying A Body, Mentions of Abuse, Mentions of Child Abuse (not depicted)
I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals.
Preview: The thought of the frail boy, huddled in the kitchen corner and drenched in his own father’s blood with his body mere feet away had you halting to a stop. He had killed him for you, to save your life and his own. Why didn’t that scare you? Was it because he had killed a horrible person? Perhaps if it had been someone you had cared about you would have lunged for those keys without a single hesitation. But he had murdered his mother’s abuser, the man who manipulated him, and the monster that terrified you.
A/N: Surprise! This is a 2k Follower Celebration Gift! I think I did a good job of keeping it a secret hehe. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, I never thought I would write a fourth installment to the 10 Series but here it is! I can’t wait to see what you all think about this new chapter, I’ll see you in the comments and in my inbox! Happy 2k my Little Delights 💜💜💜
Part 1 Here // Part 2 Here // Part 3 Here
The time of death was ten minutes to seven.
The kettle was whistling painfully loud.
Your fingers that had dried with blood were curled into Jungkook’s tresses still attempting to soothe his shaking form. His wails had quieted down, the only sounds leaving his body being soft sniffles, hiccups, and the occasional sob. He was still shaking, horribly so, and his grip on you was near bruising as he refused to let you go. He was using you as his anchor, the only thing keeping him rooted in that spot and drifting away into a sea of dark despair.
The air was thick with the coppery scent of blood and half cooked food. The meal that Mrs. Jeon had been cooking was left abandoned long ago. You didn’t know how much time had passed, but the blood coating you and Jungkook was stiff, dark, and flaking uncomfortably.
The body laying on the floor a few feet away from you was still oozing blood onto the tile of the kitchen floor. The skin though had paled significantly, and it’s chest had fallen still. There was no other way around it, he was definitely dead.
He was finally dead.
Your breaths had slowed now, your heart settling despite the horrific scene in front of you. You tilted your head back and rested it against the base cabinets behind you, allowing your eyes to flutter shut and your chest to expand with a great inhale. Despite what you had witnessed that night, that felt like the first time you had actually been able to breathe without a weight on your shoulders or a glare drilling into your spine.
Despite your captivity, you felt free.
So, you allowed yourself those few, brief moments of relief. You allowed Jungkook to cry all of his guilt away into the security of your neck, your fingers sifting through his hair gently as you rested your chin on his head.
You couldn’t rest for long though, you had work to do.
“Jungkook,” You whispered, your lips pressed against his dark mop of hair. “You need to let me get up.”
Painkillers aren’t necessary when you have a snake hybrid willing to do anything for you.
yoongi x reader
snake hybrid au
trigger warnings: menstruation, vomit, pain
1,3k words
Yoongi always slept in. On normal occasions, this irked you. Right now, it suited you perfectly. You had woken up with a fever and you were now sitting on the bathroom floor, trying to keep your nausea at bay. The cold, tiled wall of the bathroom felt incredible against your overheated skin but it did nothing to quell the feeling of something pushing against the back of your throat. If you hadn’t known what time of the month it was, you would definitely have been worried.
Your period was a pain, but you were more than pleased to finally get it. It had been a constant source of stress for over a week, from the moment you realised it was late. Yoongi was the love of your life and there was nothing you would love more than to one day have a family of your own, but having a biological child with him might prove to be tricky.
The fact that your boyfriend was part human and part snake meant that you were uncertain if the two of you would ever be able to have a child of your own, but this wasn’t of much importance right now. There was no doubt in your mind that Yoongi would agree on the fact that a baby was the very last thing you wanted at this point in your lives, which meant the appearance of your period was nothing short of a blessing, even if it was ten days late.
Loud snoring told you that Yoongi was still sleeping soundly in his bed. This would unfortunately not be the case for very long. Whatever you had eaten the day before was now rushing upwards, and you barely had any time at all to lean over the toilet before it all came spilling out of your mouth. Beyond the sound of your stomach emptying, the rustling of blankets and hurried footsteps could be heard.
Cold hands landed on the back of your neck, pulling your hair away from your sweaty skin. His cool touch was a welcome sensation, the feeling calming your uneasy stomach at once. You let your weary body slump against the wall next to the toilet, almost completely deaf to Yoongi’s frantic whispers. The cold touch moved from your neck as his large hand engulfed your wrist, pulling off one of the hair ties that resided there to put your hair up.
You were next. His inhumane strength benefited him yet again as he hooked one arm under your knees and let the other circle around your back to lift you into the air. He must have known about the fragility of your stomach, as his movements were slow and calculated to avoid you throwing up all over him and yourself.
Courteous as ever, he placed you upon his side of the bed, which was infinitely colder than your side, despite the fact that you had left the bed twenty minutes ago and he had left less than two minutes ago. His hand laid itself on your forehead, the concern on his face becoming even more palpable. He had touched your skin often enough to know that it was now far warmer than it had ever been since he met you.
The drumming in your head was becoming unbearable. You needed Yoongi to go get you some painkillers, but you had no idea how to convey this to him. Opening your mouth was too risky, you had no way of knowing what exactly would come out of your mouth if you did that. The only other method of communication that came to mind was miming, so you raised your hand to tap the heel of your hand against your blistering warm forehead.
Your boyfriend was as sweet as he was oblivious. He did not understand that you were signalling that you were suffering from a headache, thinking instead that you were trying to hit yourself as a sort of punishment. He wasn’t sure what you were punishing yourself for, maybe for worrying him? Maybe you had plans today that could no longer come to fruition because of your predicament? Either way, you had no reason to harm yourself. His wrist wrapped around yours and he brought both your hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles fervently.
The cold, affectionate touch momentarily wiped your mind of all other thoughts. It was only until your head gave a particularly painful throb that you remembered what you had wanted from him in the first place. A pitiful moan left your parched mouth, and you could see in his darkened eyes that he had misunderstood this as well. You removed your hand from his grip, resting your palm against your forehead with a pout.
Understanding crossed his face and he got to his feet at once. It wasn’t until he had vacated his spot on the edge of the bed that you realised how comforting his presence really was. He left the room to seek what you wanted, and you could hear his valiant search by the banging of cupboard doors and the moving of various items from beneath the comfort of the thick blanket.
A couple of minutes passed before the sheepish shuffling of his feet could be heard in your bedroom again. His hands were clasped together in front of him, a diffident look on his face. He hadn’t found what he was looking for and you knew it before he had even opened his mouth. A mix between an exasperated laugh and a groan left your chapped lips. You closed your eyes and didn’t open them again until the bed dipped slightly as Yoongi sat down next to you, gracing your skin with his cold hands.
Your tired eyes roamed over the skin of his exposed torso, relishing in the feeling of home that overwhelmed you just by looking at him. He lifted the duvet slightly and slid underneath, nestling his cold body close to yours. A sigh of relief escaped you and Yoongi let out a low hum, an action he regretted the next second as you winced. His position meant that every sound that left his mouth would be right next to your ear, which would surely do nothing other than worsening the painful pounding within your head.
“I’m sorry baby, I’m just not used to all this. Your periods are usually not this bad.”
Having never told him about your period, you were surprised that he had picked up on it. Was he keeping track of your cycle? You knew he must have some knowledge of how your body changed during the month; your ovulation triggered his heat, which in turn meant that no one would be able to contact either one of you for an entire week.
The realisation came hand in hand with your flaming red cheeks. If his superior sense of smell could pick up on your arousal, then it could surely pick up on other… things as well. If Yoongi noticed how your pulse picked up in embarrassment or how your body heat suddenly seemed to rise, then he didn’t say anything.
But you suspected that he might have understood either way. He let out a low hum before leaning even closer to you. Your eyes shot open as you felt him bite your ear, but they slid shut again a moment later when you felt his venom surge through you. Having a boyfriend that would cuddle you when you were feeling unwell was great, having a boyfriend that had venom which worked to numb your aches was a blessing.
His arms wrapped around you, with one hand resting against your forehead to keep your temperature down. A gentle kiss against the shell of your ear was the last thing you felt before falling back to sleep, everything from the excruciating pain in your midriff to the pounding within your head forgotten.
Your life takes an unexpected turn when your firend convinces you to walk into the jungle during what is supposed to be a relaxing vacation
ot7 x reader
snake hybrid au
trigger warnings: yandere themes, injuries, mentions of smut, manipulation
3,3k words
a big shoutout to @sluttyandere for giving me the title of this drabble and to @min-hoax for being there when it happened lol
Your life used to be uneventful. Every day was the same, and you could feel the beginnings of a burnout. There had only been one thing you had to look forward to, one thing that would finally break the monotonous pattern of your everyday life; a trip to South America with your best friend. This vacation had been the turning point in your life, the thing that flipped your entire world upside down.
The trip had been exactly what you needed to destress from work, but the joy quickly soured when your best friend came with one of her infamous bad ideas on one of the last days of the trip; the two of you should go into the jungle to see if you could find some exotic animals.
Images of wild animals tearing you limb from limb flashed in your mind and you voiced this concern to your friend, who promptly ignored your every fear. The next day started with the two of you walking into the jungle. Your impromptu trip into the wilderness was cut short thirty minutes later when your friend had gotten her food stuck on a tree root sticking out of the ground.
There was nothing you could have done as you watched your friend fall to the ground, her ankle twisted in a strange angle. You had called out for her at once, yet your attempts to get to her were halted when your own foot got caught up in something. Desperate to make sure your friend wasn’t too badly injured, you merely shook your leg, hoping to untangle yourself from whatever it was that kept you stuck to the spot.
From her vantage point on the ground, she was able to see what you didn’t. Her shriek only made you struggle more, thinking her leg was so badly injured that she was at a risk of passing out. But no matter how much you squirmed to get out of the thing keeping you still, you were unable to move. Finally, you decided to look down.
Seven or so snakes were curling around your right leg, their thick bodies wrapped tightly around your bare skin. Their tongues were out, smelling the scent of your sweat. Fear paralyzed you. Just one of these snakes looked big enough to kill you, but seven…
Your friend yelled your name and you were pulled out of your trance. Two shaking hands reached down towards the snakes. One hand wrapped tremulously around the snake that had reached your thigh and was now poking against your shorts. Much to your horror, the snake turned at once, deciding to move its head into your open palm. You shivered as the snake almost tried to huddle up in your hand.
The other snakes were following the lead of the first one, moving towards your hand. You pulled your hand back at once and the snake that had snuggled against your palm fell to the ground hissing. Your friend cried out yet again, fueling your own terror and desperation. Wrapping your hands around the snakes at random, you pulled them away from you with frightened yelps leaving your mouth all the while.
Nothing seemed to work. You threw the snakes away from you, but they were back a couple of seconds later, curling around every part of you they could reach. You were crying in earnest now, tears streaming down your face as sobs left your mouth. You couldn’t explain it, but it almost seemed like the snakes were obsessed with you, one way or the other. They refused to leave you alone.
“Please, I have to check on my friend!”
You didn’t know why you had said it. Fear seemed to have taken over you, speaking and moving without you putting any conscious thought behind it. Surprise overwhelmed you a moment later, as all the snakes pulled away from you. You stared down at them, dumbstruck. Had they understood what you had just told them? No, they couldn’t have, they were wild animals.
Just standing there would be foolish, you had just gotten your freedom back and you wouldn’t let the monsters at your feet take it back. You rushed towards your friend, crouching down at her side to get a look at her leg. Despite your lack of medical know-how, you recognised a broken leg when you saw it. The area around her ankle was flaming red and swollen, and you could tell right away that her ankle bone was definitely not where it was supposed to be.
Gently, you removed her leg from the root it had gotten stuck on. She whined and moaned all the while, but her eyes were not on you. A brief look over your shoulder told you that the group of snakes had not yet vacated the area. Their heads were turned in your direction, as if they were watching you.
Like the snakes, the terror you felt had not departed. You weren’t sure if your trembling legs would be able to carry you back to civilization, and the prospect of not only getting you safely out of the jungle, but your injured friend as well… You had to try. Staying here was not an option, and neither was leaving her behind.
You had gotten to your feet and had somehow managed to pull your friend up as well. She was precariously balancing one foot, most of body weight leaned on you. Despite her pale face, which was tinted with green, and the obvious pain she was in, you couldn’t help but wish that you could push her off you.
It didn’t take long for the two of you to topple over. You had lifted your foot to take a step, but shifting your weight had been too much and you immediately began leaning towards the ground. At once, something curled around your leg, pulling you upright. You didn’t dare look down, already knowing what sight would greet you if you decided to take a peek.
The knowledge that the snakes were back on you made your legs give out. Unfortunately, you did not land on the wet dirt of the jungle floor, but on several snakes. You let out a screech, trying your hardest to get away from the snakes. Your friend was no help, as a quick glance in her direction told you that she had passed out.
You wished you could pass out as well. There didn’t seem to be any way out of this. Closing your eyes, you tried to force yourself to sleep. Things would be much easier if you just didn’t have to think. Maybe the pain of being eaten alive would be lessened by unconsciousness.
A hand touched your waist, pressing gently against your supple flesh. Hope reappeared, surging up your body and leaving your mouth as a pleased moan. Finally, someone had found you and would carry you out of the jungle. The person gripped your waist tightly and moved another arm under your knees, heaving you into the air. You braved a peek at the ground, trying to figure out why the snakes weren’t curling around your rescuer the same way they had curled around you. The person holding you was tall enough to make you feel like you were a safe distance from the ground, but the snakes were nowhere to be seen.
Confused, you looked up at the person holding you, hoping that they might have an answer as to why the snakes had left. Whatever hope or happiness you had felt, died away the instance you looked into the face of your rescuer. His deep dimples did nothing to lure your attention away from his glowing eyes, yellow irises with slit pupils. Bizarrely, his tongue stuck out of his mouth. Your eyes were impossibly wide as you noticed how the tip of the tongue was split, almost like a…
Realisation hit you with the force of a sledgehammer. You shot a look over the man’s shoulder and felt your stomach begin to churn as you saw the snakes that had previously surrounded you turning into humans. The shock overwhelmed you, and there was nothing you could do to stop yourself from fainting in the arms of the stranger.
Several hours passed before you awoke, but it felt like you had been in the jungle just seconds before. You had woken up in your hotel room, wrapped up in your warm comforter. Relief washed over you. It had been a dream, nothing else. You turned towards the other bed in the room, intending to tell your friend about your bizarra dream. It was empty. Pricklings of panic started in the back of your mind, but you wouldn’t let it settle. The sound of running water in the bathroom told you she was just taking a shower.
Deciding she was safe, you turned over and fell asleep again. Your friend was out of the shower and sitting on her bed when you woke again. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, until you noticed her leg was in a cast. Dread filled you, the fear you had felt when you woke up from that horrid dream coming back to you. Or had it really been a dream?
Your friend was quick to reassure you that she was doing alright, that she had merely slipped in the shower. You let your tense muscles relax and you sank back onto the bed, not noticing how your friend was trying to gain control over her trembling hands. She had promised not to tell you the truth.
The rest of the vacation went by quickly and you were back in your own apartment in no time. The start of your trip had been so lovely, but you tried your very hardest to not think of what had happened at the very end. Besides your odd nightmare that still haunted you, your friend had been weirdly distant ever since you woke up after your nightmare.
She had promised you to call you once she was back in her own apartment, but she had yet to do it despite the fact that you knew she would have arrived at her home an hour ago. You would have been concerned for her wellbeing had it not been for the fact that she had been active on Twitter for quite some time now. This made you concerned for the wellbeing of your friendship. Was she mad at you? Had you done something to her during the last days of the trip?
A sigh escaped your lips. Knowing her, you would never be able to worm the truth out of her. You resigned to packing out your suitcase, figuring that a distraction would do you well. The red suitcase which had been with you for many years and was the only suitcase you owned sat in the corner of your room. Much to your surprise, another suitcase sat next to it. The newly appeared suitcase was much smaller than your red one and it was in a deep green colour. You would have thought it belonged to your friend had it not been for the note on the lid that had your name written on it.
You rested your head against the suitcase, as if you would somehow be able to hear the contents of the suitcase. Shaking it seemed a little bit too risky for you, what if whatever was inside it was breakable? You felt a bit silly. Your name was on the suitcase, so why on earth were you so terrified to open it? It belonged to you now, did it not? So really, what were you afraid of?
Clutching the zipper in one hand, you took a deep breath before opening the suitcase. Every muscle in your body tensed, goosebumps forming all over your skin. No sound could be heard other than your rapidly beating heart. The suitcase was filled with snakes. The very same snakes that had curled around you in that dream, which was most definitely not been a dream. Your friend had lied to you.
The snakes began making their way out of the suitcase, and you crawled backwards as fast as your tense body would allow. Despite your struggles, you knew it wouldn’t matter. You knew the snakes would follow after you for as long as it took to get to you. The back of your head slammed painfully against the wall and you let out a moan of pain, clutching your aching head. You didn’t notice that the snakes had picked up their speed at the sound of your pain.
One snake had lingered by the suitcase, not rushing towards you like the others. As the snakes finally reached you, you kept your eyes on the one who was inexplicably keeping its distance. You found the snake’s eyes, glowing yellow with slit pupils. The contents of your stomach shifted uncomfortably as you watched the snake coil around itself. You blinked. The snake that had been furthest from you was no longer a snake when you opened your eyes.
A man stood in the middle of the room, staring down at your petrified figure. You gaped at the man. It was the same man from the jungle, the one with the deep dimples. He took a step in your direction, causing you to try to flatten yourself against the wall. You regretted this action immediately, as you had unintentionally pressed one of the snakes hard against the wall. You shot forward again, shrieking as you realised how close the man now was.
He grabbed your wrists and pulled you to your feet, ignoring your desperate flailing. You were slowly sat down on your couch, his movements much gentler than you would have thought possible of a man that was half human and half snake. The man sat down next to you, grasping your thigh before you could move away from him. A moment passed, and there was nowhere else for you to move. Six other men had joined you and the dimpled man, some sitting on the couch next to you and some sitting on the floor in front of you.
You looked over your shoulder and saw that all the snakes had vanished. There were differences between all the men, but they all had the same eyes. Guessing where the men had come from was no challenge, yet you felt queasy as your suspicions were confirmed. With a jolt, you realised that all of the men were touching you one way or another. Trying to pull away from the boys didn’t work, as they grabbed you again right away. You could tell right away that this would be a long day.
You kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the men to lash out and hurt you, but it never happened. They sat perfectly still next to you, which went against all your expectations. What surprised you even more was the fact that they all were fluent in English. None of them looked as if they came from an English speaking country and considering you had first met them in South America, you would never have expected it.
The men remained calm in their seats for the next couple of hours, only fussing if you ever moved out of reach. You wanted to tell them that their constant affection was uncomfortable, but speaking out now felt wrong. Besides, you were still not sure that they wouldn’t snap at you if you tested their patience.
Therefore, there was nothing you could do other than to listen to the dimpled man as he explained everything to you. Apparently, half animals, half humans were completely normal and hybrids were to be found all over the world. They also, if the men in front of you were to be trusted, had mates and for some inexplicable reason, you were their mate.
Protesting felt foolish. They knew more about hybrids than you, and if they told you that you needed to be with them, then who were you to refuse? According to them, they also needed to move in with you, at once. Nevermind that your apartment was too small, nevermind that you would never earn enough to be able to provide for them. They had to live with you.
The first couple of months were rough. You had lived alone for years and having to share your relatively tiny home with seven men who were all larger than you proved to be more than difficult, and it certainly did not help that all seven of them insisted on being glued to you at all times. There was only one salvation from your now cramped home, but not something you would ever voice.
To be able to afford to feed your massive household, you had to pick up a second job. More of your time was spent at work than at home, much to the dismay of the seven snakes at home. You had suggested that they too should pick up jobs, help you keep you all afloat. They merely hissed when you brought this up, telling you horror stories of what happened to hybrids that mingled with humans. Sure, you were desperate to earn more money, but you couldn’t justify putting others in danger just for money.
Your struggles were only intensified when all seven of them suddenly fell ill. None of them were able to get out of bed, all of them claiming to suffer from fevers. They didn’t feel any warmer than usual whenever you checked their temperature, but your judgement couldn’t be trusted. It was hard to focus on trivial things such as temperature when they were nuzzling so aggressively against your hand, their tongues gently tickling your wrist.
The situation only worsened when you were told why they were feeling under the weather. You could never have guessed that hybrids experienced heat. Finding out what that meant and how you were involved ruined your whole day. Yet there was nothing you could do. They made it perfectly clear that your participation was needed so they didn’t end up becoming even more sick.
Feeling helpless, you could do nothing but get into bed with them that night and hope everything turned out alright. You would have preferred to stay in a different room when they were like this, but again, they claimed that you needed to be near them at all times due to the fact that you were supposedly their mate.
That night had been hell. You hadn’t gotten even a second of sleep, the seven men in your bed demanding that you keep touching them and pleasing them all through the night. Getting them off you in the morning was impossible, and you could almost feel your wallet burning with the money you were losing from not showing up to work. The boys insisted that money didn’t matter, all that mattered was their love for you. And boy did they love you.
The thing the boys loved the most about you was the fact that you were gullible. Yes, you had provided them with food and housing, but you would never have done so if you weren’t so willing to believe them. You never once even thought of fact checking their claims. A quick google search would have told you right away that snakes don’t mate for life, but no matter. The boys wanted you, so they would have you. What you didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt you, right?
•••> Warnings: imagined smut, blood thirst, aggressive yearning, masturbation (seokjin), multiple orgasms (seokjin), fangs and venom, PubliclyNude!Tae, unidentified werewolf knot, brief thoughts of suicide/depression, seokjin is unhinged, so is Tae, things are about to get inTAEnse (heh sorry)
The head of the Bangenov estate, Kim Seokjin, appeared seemingly out of no where.
You were a junior in university, just barely scraping by to avoid class cancellation, collecting debt after debt as you attempted to pursue the degree you loved. Needless to say, you were drowning in the prospect of owed money. The number was surely into the hundreds of thousands by then.
It was when you had finished working your twelve hour shift at the local diner- no one else wanted to hire you, afraid that a college student would be irresponsible and unable to work much- when you came home to a rather elegant-looking envelope with your name scrawled across the top. There was no address and no evidence as to where it came from.
Still dressed in your skirt and apron, you took a seat at your rickety and tiny kitchen table to carefully open the envelope with all of your attention.
•••> Warnings: imagined smut, blood thirst, aggressive yearning, masturbation (seokjin), multiple orgasms (seokjin), fangs and venom, PubliclyNude!Tae, unidentified werewolf knot, brief thoughts of suicide/depression, seokjin is unhinged, so is Tae, things are about to get inTAEnse (heh sorry)
The head of the Bangenov estate, Kim Seokjin, appeared seemingly out of no where.
You were a junior in university, just barely scraping by to avoid class cancellation, collecting debt after debt as you attempted to pursue the degree you loved. Needless to say, you were drowning in the prospect of owed money. The number was surely into the hundreds of thousands by then.
It was when you had finished working your twelve hour shift at the local diner- no one else wanted to hire you, afraid that a college student would be irresponsible and unable to work much- when you came home to a rather elegant-looking envelope with your name scrawled across the top. There was no address and no evidence as to where it came from.
Still dressed in your skirt and apron, you took a seat at your rickety and tiny kitchen table to carefully open the envelope with all of your attention.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and I do not condone any of the actions of the characters in this fiction. This is to be treated as pure fantasy, and should not be misconstrued to be demeaning the idols in any way. If any of the above warnings cause you discomfort, kindly refrain from reading.
This is a non-consensual setting, please proceed only if you are not triggered by the warnings. All warnings for Chapter 1 and 2 apply. I repeat, please be sure to read all the warnings carefully.
Author’s note: This is the final chapter of the Poison Apple Trilogy. Please make sure to read Part 1 and Part 2 before proceeding.
Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Vampire Jungkook, Stalking, Obsession, Manipulation, Forced Relationships, Blood (Lots of it), Fear, Panic/Anxiety Attacks, Mind games, Tormenting the MC, Discussions of discovering dead bodies, Jungkook frightens the mc, Jungkook watches the mc sleep
I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals.
Preview: There was someone crouched down in between the trees and ferns. It wasn’t a stance that had suggested they had fallen or were looking for something, it resembled that of a predator patiently waiting for it’s innocent prey to come stumbling by. You could make out a few of its features, although it was mostly concealed by the greenery. Pale flesh stretched over it’s limbs, so light that it appeared like it hadn’t ever seen a ray of sunlight. There was a mop of unruly, dark curls poking out from the leaves, and worst of all, piercing red eyes that were staring back into your own. They resembled thick pools of blood, a deep crimson color that forced trembles throughout your once still form. You were certain you were staring into the eyes of a demon, there was no way that was a human hiding in there
A/N: Did anybody ask for a supernatural AU? The answer is no but I wrote it anyways and scared the shit out of myself. I hope you enjoy it if you read it, I finished this surprisingly quickly and it was really fun! My fingers are numb now though and I’m going to bed. Also, this is my first fic post Bouquet Series! Happy reading, I can’t wait for asks and to see you in the comments 😊💜
The scent of sulfur was thick in the air.
Your fingers fiddled with the string of your one untied shoelace as you gazed up into the sky from your spot seated on the covered porch. You gently leaned your face into your hand, cupping the full flesh as you rested your elbow on your bent knee, your other leg extended out in front of you as you rolled your ankle from side to side.
It was raining now, the soft tapping of the rain against the soil would have been enough of a melody to send you off to sleep had it not been for the sudden crack of lightning that shattered and broke off creating thin scars in the sky.
You loved the smell of rain, sweet yet earthy, it reminded you of home. You closed your eyes for a moment, listening to the rain and the soft rumble of thunder in the sky. You could hear the light creak of the old wooden porch swing mere feet away from you before another flash lit up the sky, this time far brighter than before spurring your eyes to snap open and trace each splinter of light.
You then began to count; 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 - another flash. The storm was about a mile away, this was a neat trick your grandfather had taught you years ago. You knew it wouldn’t be long before the light rain developed into an angry torrent and you would be forced back inside. The storms there weren’t very forgiving and it wouldn’t be surprising if the rain began to slant and drenched you completely through.
With a soft sigh you drew both your legs to your chest and settled your chin on top of your knees, determined to remain in your spot until you had to retreat into the warmth and safety of your house. You loved your house dearly, it had been your grandparents before they moved down south and was then passed onto your parents. The siding which was once a pure white was now faded and peeling away at the corners from years of weathering. The porch swing was creaky and wobbly, and the stairsteps squeaky and in need of a fix. But you still loved it.
You probably loved the backyard the most though, it was relatively large and melted into the edge of the forest behind it. The trees had been there far longer than the house and now towered over it. It was a little alcove away from everyone else, and at one point you had treasured that. But now with your parents gone, headed south to help take care of your grandmother who had just had her second heart surgery, it was far too quiet and incredibly lonely. There was something undeniably eerie about the house, now that it was empty like the life had left with your parents. But you knew you couldn’t be selfish, your grandparents needed help and you had school. Classes didn’t stop for just you.
You raised your hands from your legs, pressing them palms down against the porch beneath you. You swiped the grainy planks of wood mindlessly before you pushed off of the ground, the rain had finally arrived in heavy, thick, wet streams. That was your queue to retreat back into the empty, quiet house behind you.
Listen i just need to say this. I know for a FACT that any of the boys in and any and all of beautiful incredible stories you write would cry while having sex with mc for the first time. Who just sheds a few tears to who is full on sobbing is up to you to decide but I know this in my bones!
hmm, you do have a point, but not every single one of the boys cries while having sex... some cry before or after! let’s take a look at who cries the most and who cries the least
tw: talks of sex, brief mentions of non-con and violence, a whole bunch of simps
Cries the most
AD(G) Jungkook: Jungkook has been obsessed with you since he was a teenager, and finally being able to be intimate with you will make him break down. The mere thought is enough to make him tear up. If you did have sex, you would have to stop every now and then just to check if he’s doing alright. He starts begging you to continue every time you stop, and he starts sobbing when he comes (luckily, he only does this the first few times you have sex)
7DS Hoseok: Hoseok adores you and would do anything to get you to like him as much as he likes you. If you ever suggested having sex with him, he would most likely burst into tears out of joy. He manages to keep himself together throughout most of the actual sex, but he starts crying when he comes and he doesn’t stop crying until he falls asleep, his head tucked into the crook of your neck.
7DS Seokjin: Seokjin is also very much in love with you, and would therefore be over the moon if you ever mentioned having sex with him, especially after what happened with your professor. He would lock himself in the bathroom before you sleep together, saying he wanted some time to prepare himself. In reality, he would want to admire himself for a while before he had sex with you. This is when he would let a few tears slip.
LOM Jungkook: Jungkook would most likely cry both before and after sex because he has a better understanding now of what dangers sex can lead to. He’ll be damned if anything comes between you, if anything takes your eyes off him.
FMN Hoseok: Hoseok, similarly to AD(G) Jungkook, has been in love with you for many years. Anything romantic will feel like a triumph to him, as he has been trying so hard for so long to get you to like him. He won’t cry during sex, but he will do a little happy dance alone in the bathroom, at which time a few tears might roll down his cheeks.
7DS Jimin: Jimin is so deluded that he would think that you sleeping with him means you are head over heels in love with him and want to stay with him forever. He’ll cry a bit while imagining you in a white wedding dress, but he’ll be less than pleased if you ever mention that you might not want anything other than sex.
Baby boy Taehyung: He’s a virgin and a bit insecure, so he will most likely cry a bit just out of fear of what that experience might entail. He’ll pretend it isn’t a big deal when he goes to spend the night with you, but his bloodshot eyes will tell you right away what happened when you weren’t there to comfort him. No worries, just pull him into your arms and give him kisses and all fear will be forgotten.
7DS Jungkook: Jungkook will cry after sex because he can’t believe he had gotten so far. So many had tried before him, but he is the only one who managed to get you to fall for him. He is the only one who got you into bed, and that is something that makes him more emotional than he likes to admit.
Snake Yoongi: Yoongi will probably not cry anytime before, during or after sex, mostly because his snake side makes sex more animalistic than when two humans have sex. However, there will be a quiet moment between the two of you where you’re just laying in bed, and he will be struck by how lucky he is to be in the position he is in. He can’t believe how much his life has changed because of you, and this will make him cry.
MILF Namjoon: Namjoon won’t cry where you and Yoongi can see, but he will most likely lock himself in the bathroom and cry a bit because of everything that’s going on. Between the uncertainty of your feelings towards him, his relationship with Yoongi that he has to keep secret and his father’s intimidating presence, he will be beyond stressed and overwhelmed.
TFTPTM Seokjin: Seokjin would most likely cry some happy tears after you’ve had sex. He’s been through a lot of hardships, but through all of it, all he has ever wanted was you. Sex will probably feel like proof that he really does have you.
7DS Yoongi: Doesn’t have sex because he’s scared of hurting you. If he did have sex with you, then he would most likely be in tears the entire time out of fear of hurting you.
GBH Jimin: Again, he does not have sex. He’s too busy killing people :/ If he did ask you to sleep with him, he would probably cry in an attempt to persuade you to say yes. If that didn’t work, then he would use his magic on you to get you to agree.
7DS Taehyung: He doesn’t cry because he likes you, he cries because he likes sex.
SS Yoongi: The two of you have been together for so long that neither one of you are overly emotional during moments like those, but Yoongi did definitely cry a bit when he first moved in with you and thought about how nice it would be if you dated and did… other things.
MILF Yoongi: Yoongi wouldn’t cry because he is a player who has had a lot of sex and also, he does not have any emotions B) (you and Namjoon laugh at him after he ran to the bathroom to hide his crying after you told him you like him)
7DS Namjoon: Namjoon wouldn’t cry because he thinks it’s too much work :/
AL Seokjin: Seokjin would also not cry, as he has an image to uphold. What if you realise how much he actually likes you? No, he can’t let that happen. This doesn’t mean that he doesn’t get a little bit teary-eyed at the thought of being with you, you just don’t get to see it.
Prinsessen Yoongi: The king would not cry, he views it to be weak and cowardly. He loves seeing you cry though, especially if you do so while his cock is shoved in your mouth.
Haunt You Jungkook: He is homosexual and in love with Jimin. He would not fuck you :/ (but yes, he would cry while having sex with Jimin)
Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Werewolf Namjoon, Stalking, Obsession, Forced Relationships, Blood (Lots of it), Gore, Fear, Panic/Anxiety, Discussions of discovering dead bodies, People going missing, Devious Intentions, Depictions of Guns, Mourning, Wolf Courtship Rituals
I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals.
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Preview: A calm life in a small village was all you ever knew, your days spent in the bakery and keeping to yourself. You liked the quiet and gentle nature of your life, but one day a wolf stands outside of your window, a stranger arrives, and people begin to go missing. Do you dare don your red coat and enter the forest?
A/N: Hello babes! My fellow authors and myself decided to change up the order of our release dates for our Forbidden Fables Collab! And, since I recently finished this little beauty, I get to release it first. yay! Now I can sit back and savor the delectable writings of my fellow authors 💜 I hope you enjoy Run Little Red it was fun to make! I can’t wait to read the comments and asks 💜
There was a wolf outside your window.
It’s eyes gleaming in the early morning light like molten gold with silver fur that melted into the snow.
You sat up in bed, wrapping your patchwork quilt around your shoulders as you scooted to the foot of the bed. It was staring at you, that much you were sure of. And that startled you, the almost human like appearance to its gaze was intense and unsettling. It was an animal, but it appeared to be far more intelligent than you had first anticipated.
Maybe it was hungry, perhaps that was why it was so intent on peering through your window.
No, it certainly wasn’t, that was evident. What you had missed before was glaringly obvious now, its silver muzzle was stained in red. It had made a fresh kill before it had wandered over to your cottage mere feet from the woods.
So, if it wasn’t hungry, why was it here?
You watched in morbid fascination as its tongue slipped out of its mouth and laved over the fresh, thick, crimson blood that decorated its muzzle. You could see the rows of sharp canines hidden within its maw for mere seconds before the wolf clenched its jaw shut and settled on its hindlegs in the drift of snow.
“My, what big teeth you have.” You whispered to yourself, your voice seemingly louder in the empty room.
your writing is beyond words, the way you write always makes me feel warm and comfortable 🥰🥰 this fic is the same as all the others you’ve posted in one aspect: it is absolutely incredible
i’ve said it before and i will say it again: bts werewolf aus are unmatched!!! and you’ve written it so beautifully!!!! more often than not, werewolf aus are lacklustre because of how often it’s been done but this fic was nothing short than a breath of fresh air
namjoon was suuuper sexy (as he always is 😌), yet the lingering feeling of creepiness and paranoia never leaves you, not even for a second. and the plot twist?????!!!!! 🙀🙀🙀🙀 G I R L
i will never stop loving (you)r fics and this fic in particular?
Pairing: Yandere!Jungkook x reader
Genre: Explicit ||18 + ONLY
Summary: A one night stand turns into a nightmare.
TW: NON-CON, r*pe, blood, choking, drugging, aggression, violence, whipping, cumshot, impreg kink, dirty talk, kidnapping, slapping, aggressive ass slapping
+This is very dark stuff. Please do not read if these things trigger you. I do not condone or support these acts. My writing is purely fictional and does not truly represent any member.
author’s note: finally wrote my first smut you guys! i hope you like it! please let me know!
The new intern’s already made copious mistakes? Seems like he needs a little more training. (8th February, 8pm GMT)
Day 2: First date (Yandere! Jimin)
Dates at an amusement park are full of excitement, but nothing beats the thrill of being caught (9th February, 8pm GMT)
Day 3: Moving in (Yandere! Namjoon)
Visiting Namjoon’s childhood home ends up leading to something far less innocent. (10th February, 8pm GMT)
Day 4: Dating life (Yandere! Yoongi)
Yoongi decides he’s going to teach you to be wary of going outside his own way, involving very little pain and much more pleasure (11th February, 8pm GMT)
Day 5: Meeting the parents (Yandere! Taehyung)
You teach Taehyung a lesson for embarrassing you in front of your parents. (12th February, 8pm GMT)
Day 6: Wedding Plans (Yandere! Jungkook)
Jungkook can’t stop looking at the ring on his finger, so you give him another. (13th February, 8pm GMT)
Day 7: Married couple (Yandere! Seokjin)
Cooking doesn’t always go to plan, but luckily it’s easy to clean up. (14th February, 8pm GMT)
Despite Namjoon and Yoongi being in a comitted relationship, neither one of them was angry when they both ended up falling in love with the same woman. Too bad their father was already dating her.
Yoongi x Namjoon, Reader x Yoongi, Reader x Namjoon
Stepmom au
Trigger warnings: smut (blowjobs, fingering, handjobs, brief showersex, threesomes, voyeurism, slight somnophilia), fluff, you’re dating an old man, breif mentions of death and body shaming
24.4k words
Life hits you fast. One day, you had been sitting in the break room, sipping coffee and listening to your coworkers complain. One had a sore back, one had a young girl in her class that seemed to thrive on pulling others hair, one had a son who had just entered puberty. They had looked over at you, waiting for you to tell them your complaints. You had swallowed your mouthful of coffee, wincing at the feeling of the warm drink stinging your tongue and the back of your throat.
You were a fair bit younger than your coworkers, something that rarely bothered you or any of your seniors. It did bother you in this very moment though, when you had to tell them that your biggest complaint was that life seemed to be going too slow for you. You wanted excitement. You had expected laughter from the people around you, completely forgetting that they too had been young once.
Still, in fear of being looked down on you made an off hand comment about how the most exhilarating thing that had happened to you this month was when one of your pupils had poured glue into the backpack of the boy in front of him. The boy had swiftly turned around in his seat with his metal pencil sharpener in his hand, glaring at the child before chucking the pencil sharpener at their head. The loud clang of the pencil sharpener hitting the child in the middle of the forehead and the subsequent wails had taken everyone’s attention away from the figurine they were supposed to be making out of used toilet rolls. You had been forced to make some rather uncomfortable phone calls that day, and that poor child had walked around with a cartoonish bump on his head for a week.
You had known for years that the job as an elementary school teacher was nothing glamorous, and you had lived that truth yourself. You had lost count of all the times you had found strange objects stuck in your hair when you had gotten home. You hadn’t expected to get any solutions to what could strictly only be described as a champagne problem, as there wasn’t much time for fun when you spent all your energy at your job. Much to your surprise, one of your coworkers had an idea.
Mr Park was a name you were familiar with, a name you were sure everyone in the country was familiar with. How could you not know of the man twice your age with an entire imperium under his name? He held lavish parties every couple of months, and your coworker had somehow managed to get in contact with one of the people helping set up the party. Your coworker gave you their phone number with a wink.
Before you knew it, you were standing in the middle of a crowded room wearing a black dress that was so short that you knew that the parents of several of your students would throw a fit if they saw you. You were sitting on a stool at the bar, your feet swinging childishly. You kept your eyes on your black pumps so you had an excuse not to take a sip from the bitter drink in your hand. Why you had ordered it in the first place was beyond you, as you knew your favourite drinks were the colourful ones with small umbrellas.
It seemed like someone had read your mind, as a tall glass with a pink liquid was placed in front of you. The fruity smell of the drink hit you full on and you almost closed your eyes so you could enjoy the scent better. You tried to tell the bartender that you hadn’t ordered this drink, but the man behind the bar simply pointed to a man on the opposite end of the bar.
The first thing you noticed was that he was a fair bit older than you, grey streaks in his hair and crows feet by his eyes telling you that he had lived a much longer life than you. The second thing you noticed was that he was surrounded by the most beautiful women you had ever seen in your life. The only thing longer than their blonde hair was their slim and toned legs. Their blue eyes shimmered in the lights, and they were all glued to the man looking directly at you. Thirdly, that man was most likely the richest man in the building. Mr Park himself was staring at you so intensely that you felt the need to shift in your seat, something heavy settling in the pit of your stomach.
Why you had caught his eye was beyond you, as you would surely have picked one of the supermodels encircling him if you were him. Mr Park defied everyone’s expectations when he looked past the blue-eyed beauties and let his sight fall on you, and you watched as the expressions on the girls faces changed from beaming to something sour. You felt guilt for a brief moment before your view of the models was blocked by Mr Park himself.
You had wanted excitement, and that was what you had gotten with Mr Park. Your whirlwind romance nearly gave you whiplash, and even you were shocked when he asked you to move in with him. You had been unsure, but the guarantee of security had sealed the deal for you. Within a month of meeting, he had convinced you to leave your apartment to move into his mansion with him and his two sons.
Mr Park introduced you to his sons as their new stepmother. It felt odd to have this role thrusted on you so suddenly, but you were more than willing to be that for the boys if that was what they needed. After all, you did have a lot of experience with children. Except, Mr Park’s sons were not children.
Yoongi, the oldest, was twenty and Namjoon was nineteen. Both of the boys were in college and they were both way too old to ever depend on you the way a small child would. It certainly did not help that you were only a couple of years older than the two of them.
You had imagined a hundred different scenarios about your first meeting with the boys, yet nothing could have prepared you for the shock of finding out that Yoongi and Namjoon were not young children, but grown men. Your eyes were trained on the floor as the two boys as they scrutinized your appearance; everything from your heated cheeks to the hand resting on your waist, which now weighed about a hundred pounds more than it had mere moments ago. The boys were happy that neither you nor Mr Park noticed how their eyes lingered on your chest.
As time progressed, it proved to be near impossible to become closer to your new stepsons, no matter how hard you tried. You assumed that Mr Park also wanted you to bond with his sons, as you could see no other reason as to why he left you home alone with the boys so often. It almost seemed like the boys were allergic to your very presence, and after living with them for a month all you knew about them was that Yoongi had been adopted by Mr Park and that Namjoon’s mother had died due to mysterious circumstances years ago.
You knew how odd it must be for them to suddenly have you in their lives. In regards to age, it would have made more sense if you were dating one of the boys. You knew it would take some time for the awkwardness to die out, and you could only hope that the boys would grow to like you. After all, Mr Park had made it perfectly clear that you were here to stay.
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The boys knew that it must be quite upsetting to you to see them scuttle away every time you moved towards them and it did tug at their heartstrings, even if they didn’t want to admit it. Despite how guilty they felt after running away from you, it did not change the fact that they did not see you as the loving stepmother you were so clearly trying to be.
Neither one of the boys were sure why you were so insistent on getting closer to them. Namjoon theorised that you only felt like you had to be close to them because of your job; being caring and nurturing was a side effect of working as a teacher. Yoongi has joked several times about how glad he was that you weren’t a teacher at his college, as he would be far too distracted to learn anything if he had the opportunity to stare at you for an entire hour every day. Namjoon would always retaliate by saying that Yoongi never paid attention in lectures, regardless of who the teacher was. His grades proved Namjoon’s point.
Namjoon did agree with Yoongi, even if he didn’t say it. You were far too attractive for your own good and he spent way too many nights fantasizing about what it would be like to fuck his father’s girlfriend. He felt guilty for thinking about it, and he was eternally grateful for the fact that Yoongi never made fun of his glowing red cheeks every time he came to visit the older man. Yoongi knew what was on Namjoon’s mind even if neither one of the boys said anything about it. Namjoon had never been able to keep a secret from Yoongi.
Yoongi had moved in with Namjoon and his father when he was thirteen years old. His parents had just passed away in a car crash, and since his father was the co-CEO alongside Namjoon’s father, Yoongi went to live with Mr Park. The death of Yoongi’s parents meant that Mr Park would now receive a much larger income, a fact that had turned many heads the first year after the accident. Yoongi was surprisingly not too caught up in this conspiracy theory. The reason behind his parents’ death wouldn’t change Mr Park’s horrid behaviour.
There could surely be an endless amount of reasons as to why Mr Park acted as he did, but Yoongi’s first thought about why Mr Park was so distant was simply because the man wasn’t used to having two young boys living with him. After some time it became apparent that this wasn’t the reason at all, as Yoongi was still receiving the same treatment nearly a year after he had moved in. This didn’t come as much of a shock to Yoongi, as he had watched Namjoon endure the same cold, apathetic way of parenting as Yoongi.
The stress that came with losing his parents and moving into a home with what was practically strangers had taken an immense toll on Yoongi’s mental health back in the day. He knew perfectly well why he had been able to survive his tragic circumstances; Namjoon. The boy who was a year younger and a head taller than him. Yoongi chuckled whenever he remembered how nervous he was about getting Namjoon to like him.
Both boys had seen each other every now and then at school, but they had never talked to each other. Neither one had ever seen a real reason as to why they would, they were, after all, in two different grades. Yoongi had been perfectly content with his friends, never even thinking to spare a glance towards Namjoon. The same could not be said for the younger of the two.
Namjoon had spotted Yoongi on his very first day of school, and Yoongi had occupied his every thought since that fateful day. Namjoon had wanted a reason to go up to Yoongi and talk to him, as he was never able to muster the courage to just walk up to him. When he first found out that Yoongi would be living with them, he was overjoyed over the fact that he finally had an opportunity to get closer to the older boy. The brief moment of glee was overshadowed by guilt a moment later, as Namjoon caught himself in feeling happy that Yoongi’s parents were dead.
Despite the minor age gap, it seemed like Yoongi possessed an endless amount of knowledge that Namjoon could only dream of having. This didn’t necessarily pertain to the world of academics, as Namjoon had always loved school and schoolwork. No, Yoongi had experience from real life that Namjoon deemed necessary to succeed in the real world.
Yoongi knew how to kiss. He knew how to get people to like him, and he knew how to be the perfect boyfriend. When Namjoon was twelve, there was no information as sacred as this. Now when Namjoon remembered his obsession with getting people to like him, he felt nothing but shame and embarrassment. He wouldn’t change anything about how he had acted though, if he was given the chance. He wouldn’t be as close as he was to Yoongi now had it not been for his skewed world view when he was younger.
Namjoon had tried to be suave when asking Yoongi for tips on how to get girls to like him, an act he had failed miserably due to his flaming red cheeks alone. Yoongi never said anything about how much Namjoon cheered him up during the days he was at his lowest, when he missed his parents the most. He thought the best way to repay the younger boy would be to give him the best advice he knew.
Yoongi’s teachings seemed to have little to no effect on Namjoon’s ability to get a girlfriend. If they didn’t know any better, they would have guessed that all the girls in the world were simply allergic to Namjoon. Yoongi had known from the very first time Namjoon had asked for help that Namjoon simply lacked the air of confidence needed to make girls swoon. He had never told Namjoon this, because he saw no reason to crush the spirits of the younger boy.
This secret that Yoongi kept became more and more obvious through the years. By the time Namjoon was eighteen he had completely given up on ever getting himself a girlfriend. Even though he had decided that there was no reason for him to continue the search for a girlfriend, as he believed he would never get one, he still didn’t stop whining and complaining about it. Yoongi quickly grew accustomed to it, and there had only been one time where he felt the need to stop Namjoon’s whining.
“Hold on, what did you just say?”
Namjoon looked down at the hand resting on his chest. Yoongi had thrown it out to put a stopper to Namjoon’s pity party. Namjoon looked back at Yoongi’s face and was surprised to see his raised eyebrows and gaping mouth. What Namjoon had said that was so shocking was beyond him, but Yoongi was luckily not one to beat around the bush.
“Did you just say you would never cum? Why would you say that?”
Namjoon’s bewildered expression quickly morphed into one of bashfulness and he hid his red cheeks from sight by looking down at his hands. Yoongi continued to stare at Namjoon in shock and confusion, waiting for the younger man to explain what exactly he had meant. Namjoon cleared his throat and tried to get past his embarrassment.
“Well, how am I supposed to cum if no one wants to sleep with me?”
“Just jerk off?”
Namjoon’s cheeks burned even brighter at this and he pulled on the collar of his shirt. Yoongi’s bedroom had suddenly become much warmer than it had been mere minutes ago. Namjoon shook his head and Yoongi felt his eyes become twice as big as they normally were.
“You’ve never jerked off?!”
Namjoon flopped backwards on Yoongi’s bed with a whine, throwing his arms up to cover his face. Yoongi shifted in seat, taken aback by how uncomfortable his jeans suddenly felt. Namjoon didn’t move, merely shook his head. He let out a low whimper before speaking again.
“It just feels so awkward to touch… it. I don’t even like touching it when I have to pee…”
Yoongi let out an exasperated groan; this was surely the straightest man he had ever talked to. With a sinking heart, he got to his feet and pulled Namjoon up. Namjoon looked at Yoongi in confusion but said nothing as he let the older man manhandle him until he was pleased with Namjoon’s placement: sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard. Yoongi then leaned out his bedroom door and called for Mr Park. He closed the bedroom door when he got no answer, assuming that Mr Park was at work. Yoongi felt a bit foolish for checking if Mr Park was home, because when was he ever?
Namjoons shivered when Yoongi turned back to him. Yoongi held a look in his eyes that Namjoon had never seen before, and it made him feel like he was about to catch on fire. Yoongi licked his lips before crawling onto the bed, sitting down next to Namjoon. Yoongi stared at the side of Namjoon’s face, waiting for the younger boy to look at him. Namjoon didn’t notice this, as his eyes were glued to Yoongi’s hand which had come to rest upon his thick thigh. Yoongi sighed and grabbed Namjoon’s chin, forcing him to look up.
“You stop me if I do something that makes you uncomfortable, okay? I’m doing this for you, so you decide when we go further and when we’ve gone too far. Got that?”
Namjoon nodded his head furiously, his legs bouncing slightly on the bed. Yoongi hadn’t told him what was going on but there was no need. Nervous jitters ran through Namjoon’s body and he struggled to remain still on the bed. Yoongi moved his hand an inch and began undoing the zipper on Namjoon’s jeans. Yoongi let out a hiss of pain as Namjoon jumped slightly and Yoongi scratched his finger on the zipper. Namjoon was too nervous to speak, but he let out a low whimper to let Yoongi know that he hadn’t done it on purpose. He knew he was forgiven when Yoongi chuckled.
“Eager, are we?”
The smug smile fell from his face as Namjoon let out a low moan. Yoongi suddenly felt the need to create some distance between him and Namjoon, so he scooted away and gestured for Namjoon to undo his pants by himself. He ignored the low whine Namjoon let out when he had moved away from him. Yoongi briefly wondered if it had been unwise of him to let Namjoon do this on his own, as he was barely able to open his pants due to his trembling hands. After what felt like an eternity they were finally undone and Namjoon hurried to pull them down his legs before kicking them off completely.
He was now sitting in his boxers and Yoongi felt his mouth begin to fill with water as he looked at Namjoon. He could see his cock through the boxers, and he was huge. Yoongi was briefly happy for the fact that Namjoon had never found himself a girlfriend, for unselfish reasons, because he would surely split that girl in half with that cock of his.
Yoongi was unable to contain himself and he reached forward and pulled down Namjoon’s boxers, biting down on his lip to stop from moaning at the sheer size of him. His hand was an inch away from Namjoon’s dick when he stopped himself. He wasn’t doing this because he wanted to touch Namjoon, he was doing this because he wanted Namjoon to learn how to make himself feel good.
Yoongi sat next to Namjoon again and pulled up his phone. Namjoon looked over his shoulder as he pulled up PornHub in his browser and clicked on the first video. A girl appeared on the screen, a large, purple dildo in her hand. Namjoon flushed and turned away as loud moans began spilling out of the iPhone speakers. Yoongi grabbed Namjoon’s chin and forced him to watch the video.
“How does this make you feel Joonie?”
Namjoon felt his dick twitch the same second Yoongi whispered into his ear, but he decided that must have happened because the girl in the video had just put the dildo into her mouth and was now gagging on it. He imagined a faceless girl gagging on his penis, and it twitched again. He let out a low moan when the person with his cock in their mouth gained a face, and he saw Yoongi lying beneath him.
“Horny. It makes me feel horny.”
There was really no need for Namjoon to verbally confirm this, as Yoongi’s eyes had been trained on his cock ever since it had been pulled out. He had seen the way it had reacted to the pretty blonde on his phone. He knew what Namjoon wanted, what he needed. He leaned even closer to him, letting his lips touch the shell of his ear.
“Touch yourself then.”
Namjoon’s hand flew to his cock, but he dropped it after only holding it in his hand for a split second. Yoongi closed his eyes and let out a sigh before he reached for Namjoon’s hand. He wrapped Namjoon’s hand around his cock, his own hand on top of Namjoon’s. Namjoon’s mouth fell open as Yoongi slowly moved his hand, guiding both of their hands up and down Namjoon’s cock. Yoongi tried to let go, but the hand remained stagnant on the penis if Yoongi wasn’t there to move it.
Namjoon leaned his head back and closed his eyes, letting soft moans spill from his mouth. Besides from the intense feeling of heat overwhelming him and a tightening in the pit of his stomach, he felt another emotion. Awkwardness. Yoongi was basically giving him a handjob, something Namjoon would never have been able to foresee, even if he had had several dreams about it. Namjoon felt like he should say something.
“So, uhm… you do this often?”
The sentence was broken in two due to the fact that Namjoon was so clouded by lust that he for a brief second had forgotten how to speak. Namjoon cursed himself for not using that time to think through what he was about to say, because there was surely not a thing in the world he could have said that would have been more embarrassing. He squeezed his eyes shut when Yoongi let out a loud snort. His eyes stung with unshed tears and fear gripped him when he realised that Yoongi could very well kick him out of his room.
“Jerk myself off? A couple of times a week. Help jerk off a cute eighteen-year-old that has never touched his penis before? Never.”
“I have touched my penis before!”
Namjoon blushed furiously following this statement. Yoongi chuckled at Namjoon before letting his thumb swipe over the tip of Namjoon’s cock. This yanked Namjoon out of his embarrassment and he whined loudly. He grabbed onto Yoongi’s shirt, his tight fist wrapped hard around the fabric. Yoongi felt the temperature in the room rise rapidly, and there was suddenly a need to finish off Namjoon right away.
Yoongi increased his speed, making Namjoon moan loudly. His hips were thrusting wildly, not used to the pleasure. Yoongi didn’t slow down for a second, his eyes glued to Namjoon’s face. Yoongi lifted his hips up slightly to deal with how uncomfortably tight his pants had gotten out of nowhere, but his eyes never strayed from Namjoon’s face. He knew he would regret looking away when Namjoon finally reached his peak.
A smirk formed on Yoongi’s face as Namjoon’s mouth fell into a silent moan, his eyes rolling back. Yoongi had to bite his lip to stifle the laugh he wanted to let out when he felt Namjoon spill all over their hands. Yoongi finally let his eyes leave Namjoon’s face, choosing to look down on the mess covering their hands. He let his hand squeeze Namjoon slightly, relishing in the way Namjoon whined and writhed underneath him.
“Ah, Yoongi… No more, please…”
Yoongi let out a low laugh before he moved over and kissed Namjoon on the forehead. Yoongi’s face flushed with heat half a second later when he realised what he had done and he hurried off the bed, muttering something about cleaning up. Yoongi refused to look at himself in the mirror when he washed his hands and he refused to look at Namjoon five minutes later, when he had come back out into the bedroom with a wet washcloth that he was now moving gently around Namjoon’s genitals.
He didn’t look at Namjoon until he had thrown the washcloth back into the bathroom and sat down on the bed next to him. Yoongi had thought of some witty remark, but he didn’t say it. He had turned to see Namjoon staring at him, and he forgot all about the witty remark, about speaking at all when Namjoon leaned in, pressing his lips softly against his.
Yoongi’s mind was going haywire. Nothing in the world existed other than Namjoon’s large, warm hands that rested softly upon his chest, his plump lips that tasted like raspberries. Yoongi frowned when Namjoon pulled away. He opened his eyes without realising that he had ever closed them in the first place. Namjoon’s hands were in his lap, his fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt.
“I like girls, Yoongi. I’m sure I do. But maybe… Maybe I like boys too. Or, at least one boy.”
The older of the two had to strain to hear what Namjoon was saying, a soft smile on his face. Yoongi placed a finger under Namjoon’s chin, tiling his head up. Namjoon was only able to hold eye contact with him for a split second before his eyes began to roam over the room, clearly way too nervous to look at Yoongi for an extended period of time.
He didn’t stop looking over the room until Yoongi finally closed the distance between them again, their lips meeting in what had started as a soft kiss. Namjoon shuffled closer to Yoongi, and Yoongi followed suit, pushing himself up against Namjoon’s body. His hands moved over Namjoon’s body, somehow ending up on his chest. Without meaning to, he squeezed Namjoon’s chest.
Namjoon let out a startled squeak and jumped back. He looked at Yoongi in confusion, not knowing that all Yoongi could focus on was Namjoon’s flushed cheeks and dilated pupils. Yoongi didn’t move his hands and he was pleased when Namjoon made no move to relocate the hands either. Yoongi cleared his throat loudly, keeping his eyes locked on Namjoon’s lips.
“I don’t care much if I’m dating a girl, a boy or anything else. I’m happy as long as they have big tits.”
It was impossible to not pick up on the teasing tone in Yoongi’s voice, which somehow made Namjoon even more embarrassed. Yoongi squeezed Namjoon’s chest once again and Namjoon fell to the side with a loud whine, his arm going up to cover his face. Despite his best efforts to hide his face, Yoongi could still see his red cheeks. Yoongi’s hands moved down to his waist and flipped him onto his back before he crawled over him.
Although he had tried his hardest to conceal his face only seconds ago, Namjoon did nothing to protest when Yoongi pulled his arm away from his face. Namjoon knew what was coming next, even though he hadn’t consciously thought about it. The second his face was out in the open again Yoongi kissed him, his hands cupping Namjoon’s face gently. Yoongi knew he had embarrassed the younger boy, and even though he was incredibly cute with red cheeks, Yoongi wanted Namjoon to be comfortable.
Much to Yoongi’s surprise, Namjoon had picked up the mantle when Yoongi had decided it was time to slow down slightly. Yoongi let out a yelp when he felt a pair of big hands make their way under his shirt, roaming freely over the overheated skin. Namjoon’s hands moved to his back and Yoongi pulled away from the kiss with a moan as Namjoon dug his nails into his back. Namjoon wasn’t deterred by Yoongi pulling away and his lips moved down Yoongi’s neck.
An unsettling thought formed in Yoongi’s mind. Namjoon had never done any of this before? How far was he planning to go? It was easy to go all the way in the heat of the moment, but Yoongi wouldn’t be able to live with himself if Namjoon agreed to something now that he would later regret. Just as he opened his mouth to ask whether Namjoon was sure he wanted to do this, the sound of a door opening could be heard from downstairs.
Namjoon let out a squeal before pushing Yoongi off him, hurrying to crawl under the covers. Yoongi remained immobile on the bed, causing Namjoon to let out a sigh and pulling Yoongi under the covers with him. Yoongi could only hope that Namjoon didn’t notice how fast his heart was beating as Namjoon rested his head on his chest.
“Pretend to sleep.”
Yoongi wasn’t quite sure why he had to do this, but he did it nonetheless. He closed his eyes, and only a second later he could hear footsteps right outside the bedroom door. He pressed his face into Namjoon’s hair to avoid the temptation to look up at the newcomer. The very same second Namjoon felt Yoongi press his face against him he let out a giggle, and Yoongi had to pinch him to remind him to be quiet.
The bedroom door opened and Mr Park stepped in. He didn’t step closer to see if the boys were really asleep, something Yoongi was very grateful for. He didn’t like to think about how things might change around the house if Mr Park had seen the two of them in bed while they both had raging boners.
Mr Park closed the bedroom door quietly, muttering something neither one of the boys could hear. They waited a while until he was out of earshot before they both pulled apart, looking at each other. They looked the other way the second they made eye contact, partly because they were shy, partly because they had to resist the urge to burst out laughing.
Once they calmed down they got comfortable again, their arms wrapped tightly around each other. Yoongi’s hand was caressing the back of Namjoon’s hair, playing with the short strands of hair. Namjoon let out a low whine and hid his face in Yoongi’s neck.
“Yoongi… can I stay here tonight?”
Yoongi cooed at the query and pulled Namjoon impossibly closer, kissing his forehead. Namjoon let out a low hum, kissing Yoongi’s neck. Yoongi was shocked by how the action seemed to lack any sexual undertones. It simply felt… nice. It was intimate, in a way that neither Yoongi or Namjoon had experienced before.
“Namjoon… you can stay here as long as you like.”
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There was never a need for “the talk”. Namjoon and Yoongi seemed to have come to some silent agreement about their relationship; they were boyfriends. They also knew, without ever saying it, that their relationship had started long before the night they spent together in Yoongi’s bedroom. There was a reason as to why neither one of them ever went on a date, years before they had even thought of becoming a couple.
They were able to spend many nights in each other's bedroom without Mr Park ever suspecting anything. For one, Mr Park wasn’t home often enough to even notice that something was off. Secondly, Namjoon was the smartest guy in his grade, and Yoongi desperately needed help getting his grades up. It made perfect sense that Yoongi needed help from Namjoon. Yoongi was barely able to scrape himself some C’s, his entire university career hanging on the line. He was not the only one who knew that he would be kicked out of uni if he didn’t do something about his grades.
Yoongi was furious with Mr Park. Not once while growing up had Mr Park taken even the slightest interest in his schoolwork and hobbies, yet here was, butting in whenever he had the opportunity. Yoongi knew very well that he had only gotten into the uni he wanted because Mr Park had given them a generous tip, but he still didn’t feel like Mr Park should have any say on how he was doing in school when he had never cared about it before.
When you came into their life, it was with a fierce determination. You found out about Yoongi’s struggles with uni when you accidentally read a letter he had left on the coffee table in the living room. You hadn’t wanted to snoop around, you only wanted to see whether it was important or not. The boys often left garbage around, and you very much felt a need to clean up after the boys.
Finding out about the letter felt like, as bad as it sounds, a blessing. You had gone through university yourself and was now a teacher; there was surely no one better to help him improve his grades? This would be the perfect way to bond with Yoongi, and after spending so much time watching the two boys you knew that if you got Yoongi to like you, Namjoon would like you as well.
You had decided that the best course of action would be to bring the letter up over dinner. Even though the boys weren’t comfortable around you just yet, you still insisted on eating dinner together every evening. You thought it seemed like a nice thing to do, even if the boys didn’t seem too fond of it. The boys would, of course, never admit to how much they actually liked eating your cooking. It was a welcome change from their usual takeaway dinners.
Yoongi had briefly worried whether you intruding on what had previously been viewed as dates would make them ill-tempered, but your presence was more than welcomed. He had always hated it when others interrupted the time he had alone with Namjoon, and for a short while right after you had moved in, he had been less than pleased about the fact that you were always around. It was easy to overcome these emotions, as you had such a calming aura that it was impossible to dislike you.
“Uhm, Yoongi, I found a letter of yours on the coffee table today.”
It was difficult for Yoongi to tear his eyes away from the delicious meal in front of him; you truly were a saint in the kitchen. He looked up at you with a small smile, a smile that fell the very instant he saw which letter you were talking about. Yoongi reached forward and snatched the letter out of your hand, scowling at you. Namjoon peeked at Yoongi out of the corner of his eye. He was willing to jump into the conversation if needed, but he would let Yoongi have the chance to deal with it himself first.
“I’m really sorry that you’re struggling with school, but I figured I could-”
“It’s none of your business.”
Namjoon couldn’t pretend not to pay attention to the conversation anymore. His eyes flitted between you, who had gone completely blank from the shock of being cut off abruptly, and Yoongi, who was glaring at you with flared nostrils. He didn’t like when others started meddling in his business. You cleared your throat, ready to try to move on from the minor setback.
“You know, I’m a teacher and I’ve finished uni, so I think I could be of great help.”
Yoongi let out a loud groan and turned away from the dinner table, squeezing his eyes shut in irritation. Patience had never been a virtue of his. He turned back to you, and Namjoon recognised the look in his eyes at once. Yoongi was at the edge now, and it would be unwise to push him any further. Unfortunately, you did not know Yoongi the way Namjoon did.
“Please, I only want to help.”
“Shut up you hag!”
Namjoon closed his eyes, forcing back a sigh. He knew this would happen. When he had opened his eyes, you had gotten out of your seat. He looked at you wide eyed as you trembled in anger. You had your fair share of experience with insufferable children, but Yoongi was a grown man and your day had been far too long to deal with this.
“I’m only trying to help, that’s all I ever do! I clean after you, I cook for you and you treat me like this? I’m not the only one who cares about your education, your father cares too, that’s why he spent so much money to get you into the school in the first place.”
Yoongi got to his feet too, and you would have to be blind to not see the fury in his eyes. You gulped and felt a need to divert your eyes, yet your pride prevented you from doing so. You wanted respect, even if you did have to fight tooth and nail to get it.
“Shut up. Shut the fuck up. Mr Park is not my father and you are not my mother, so stop trying to act like it.” You opened your mouth, ready to protest, but you were silenced when Yoongi picked up his plate of food and flung it at you. You bit down hard on your lip as you landed harshly on the tiled floor of the kitchen, your knees aching from your desperate attempt to get out of harm’s way.
“You would know all about daddy’s money, wouldn’t you?! Why else would you stay, it certainly can’t be for that asshole’s personality! He’s never even around! No, you were just a pathetic excuse of a teacher who decided she wanted a pay rise, who decided to be a slut and whore herself out to any rich guy that walked by. Is that not it? Are you not a filthy slut, Y/N?”
The silence was thick after Yoongi’s outburst, suffocating. You wanted to scream, cry, yell, but you had no voice. Yoongi had, somehow, forcefully taken it from you. So you said nothing as you got to your feet, turned away from them and walked away in silence. You made no sound until you had made it to your bedroom, locked the door behind you and crawled under the bedsheets. Only then did you find the strength to make your voice heard, but every sound that left your lips was a sob.
You lost count of time under the blanket and without noticing, without meaning to, you had fallen asleep. You woke up hours later, feeling overheated and groggy. You had no idea what time it was and what had happened hours before, and you didn’t realise that it was late in the evening until you had put on all your makeup and was trying to decide on what to wear to work. You removed your makeup with a high temper, annoyed both at yourself for being so silly and at Yoongi for being so cruel to you.
A low knock came from your bedroom door and you scoffed loudly. You wouldn’t talk to Yoongi, you refused, and you wouldn’t let Mr Park in now. That felt like a loss somehow, like you would be proving Yoongi right. You had no intention of opening the door until a soft voice spoke from the other side.
“Y/N? It’s me. Open up please.”
You stared at the door for a short while, trying to decide whether you should open the door for Namjoon. He hadn’t done anything to you directly, but from the look of fear in his eyes right before Yoongi lost his temper completely told you that he had known about how close Yoongi was to having an outburst. Despite this, you couldn’t help but feel guilty at the thought of leaving Namjoon standing there waiting for you.
You unlocked the door with a sigh, turning your back on the door the very same moment you heard it open. If you had watched the door as Namjoon had opened it you would also have seen Yoongi standing behind Namjoon, watching over his shoulder. You would also have seen the crestfallen look on Yoongi’s face as Namjoon gently pushed him back when he tried to enter your room.
You had gotten comfortable in your bed again, wrapping the comforter tight around yourself. Namjoon moved slowly towards you, as if he was afraid that you would lash out at him. He sat down on the end of the bed and looked over at you. From the very first moment you had met him, there had been something special with Namjoon. Everything about him screamed “peaceful” and “understanding”. One look from him was enough to set off the waterworks. He didn’t need to say that he understood what you were feeling, you could see in his eyes that he knew exactly what was going on in your mind.
You looked down at your lap as the tears raced down your face. Namjoon moved to sit next to you, wrapping a warm arm around your shoulders. You leaned your head on his shoulder, letting his tender touch calm you down again. You sniffled slightly before apologising. It’s wild how silly you feel the very moment you stop crying.
“Why are you apologising? What Yoongi did back there wasn’t alright, you have every right to be upset. What he did was uncalled for and untrue.”
You shook your head at once, feeling shame creep up on you as your vision got blurry from tears and your throat constricted. There was no doubt in your mind that Yoongi had only said those things in the heat of the moment, that he didn’t truly mean those things, which was why it hurt so much more that there really was some truth behind it.
“No, he’s right. Your father is never around, all I see of him is a couple thousand dollars in my bank account every month. I haven’t seen him in ages. Maybe I am just in it for the money and privileges.”
Namjoon shushed you as a new wave of tears came over you, wrapping you even tighter in his embrace as you cried into the crook of his neck. He never let go of you as he maneuvered downwards until the two of you were laying on your sides. His hand moved in small circles on your back, his voice low as he whispered in your ear.
“You’re not staying with him just for the money. You’re staying for us as well.”
You let out a snort which was followed by a chuckle from Namjoon. He was joking, but there was some truth in it. You saw him and Yoongi much more than you saw Mr Park, and you would be lying if you said that you felt nothing at all for the boys. You cared greatly for them, even if you would never say it aloud. Instead you showed your affections through cooking and cleaning. This meant that you could never be sure of whether your intentions had been made clear, but you were sure they knew right now, at this very moment. Namjoon wouldn’t be holding you like this if he didn’t know.
Namjoon was big, warm and comforting. Sleep came far too easy for you, and Namjoon made no move to leave the room, not even when your soft snores made their appearance. The door creaked over and a smile split across Namjoon’s face as he saw Yoongi lean over him, his face inches from his own.
“What did she tell you?”
Yoongi’s soft whisper was loud in the quiet room, yet you didn’t stir. Namjoon looked at Yoongi with sympathy in his eyes, and Yoongi cursed him internally for being so good at picking up on other’s moods. Namjoon knew that he didn’t really want to know what she had said, but whether she was still mad at him. Namjoon reached a hand out and stroked Yoongi’s hair out of his eyes.
“She’s not mad at you. She… agrees with you.”
Yoongi’s eyes widened and he looked over at your sleeping form. He had regretted what he said the very same second you left the kitchen, yet he could never have imagined that you would believe in it yourself. Yoongi kept his eyes on you for a long time. He wanted to apologise and hug you, but waking you up now seemed by far the dumbest thing he could do.
It was late, and he knew that he should be heading to bed, yet there was something keeping him rooted to the spot. Leaving without having apologised felt wrong and he was sure he could have stood there all night if it wasn’t for the fact that Namjoon was staring a hole into his face. Namjoon wrapped his hand around his wrist and tugged slightly.
“Yoongi, you’re going to get a backache from standing like that.”
Yoongi left out a low grunt to let Namjoon know that he had heard him, but made no move to change his position. Namjoon let out a sigh and slowly reached up to Yoongi’s face again. A sense of guilt was beginning to creep up on Yoongi now. It must have shown in his face, because Namjoon let out a low sigh just seconds later.
“Yoongi, darling, lay down with us.”
He should say no. He would, in normal circumstances, flat out refused to lay down in the same bed as Mr Park’s girlfriend. But if there was anything he needed now, it was comfort, and there was nothing that looked more inviting than your warm bed and thick comforter. With the knowledge that he would never have done this if he was feeling less drowsy and upset, he crawled under the covers and snuggled up against you. It took less than five minutes for both of the boys to fall asleep.
You woke up early in the morning feeling you had stepped right into a furnace. The heat was overwhelming and there was a heavy weight on you keeping you pressed against the bed. You had to wrestle your way out of bed, which did nothing to help with the fact that you were already sweaty and clammy. You couldn’t see the source of your issues until you had gotten out of bed.
Both of the boys had been sleeping next to you. You had remembered falling asleep next to Namjoon, but Yoongi’s presence came as quite the shock. When had he joined you? You could only thank the lucky stars that your fiance was busy with work at the moment, as you doubted he would have been very pleased if he came home to find you in bed with his two sons.
A quick shower and change of clothing later and you were back in your bedroom. The only thing that had changed while you were gone was the fact that Yoongi was now awake, sitting bolt upright in your bed. He got up when he saw you, his hands wringing together in front of him. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it again, seemingly unable to find the right words.
But words weren’t needed. You opened your arms wide and Yoongi stepped into them without a moment’s hesitation. Yoongi was still warm, having come straight out of the bed. Hugging him felt… nice. It didn’t feel upsetting, like a reminder of the events of the previous evening, nor did it feel wrong, like a reminder of your boyfriend who was far away at all times. As a matter of fact, it felt right. It was almost like this was where you were always supposed to be.
Yoongi enjoyed the hug far more than he would ever care to admit. He had made up all sorts of horror scenarios where you would yell at him, kick him out of the room, refuse to talk to him. Namjoon would have told him he was silly for thinking that you would ever be mad at him, but the worry didn’t cease. Not until you had wrapped your arms around him. There was no opportunity to be pessimistic as he was wrapped in your arms. Everything would be alright.
~~~~~~~
Yoongi was more than willing to let you help with his schoolwork after your argument, and his grades reflected that. Much to the boys’ surprise, their relationship seemed to be on the same trajectory as Yoongi’s grades. An invisible weight was lifted from their shoulders when Yoongi’s future was no longer in jeopardy. It had never felt right for Namjoon to come home with good grades, either, even though Yoongi often reassured him that this truly did not matter.
Yoongi’s improvement meant that Namjoon no longer felt guilt when bragging about his grades, which led to Namjoon calling Yoongi in high spirits after he had gotten an A+ on his latest test. Yoongi congratulated him, even though he was well aware of the fact that giving Namjoon any grade lower than an A would be a crime.
Despite Namjoon’s good grades being a given at this point, both you and Yoongi thought it would be wrong not to give Namjoon some sort of prize for his achievement. They both remembered all the nights Namjoon would spend studying for this test alone. Of course, this bothered Yoongi much more than it bothered you, though you did not know it. But you had noticed something.
There was a certain glint in Namjoon’s eye as he looked at the older boy, and it was not difficult to see that Yoongi returned the affection in tenfold. You had accidentally walked in on them the night before Namjoon’s big test. The scene you had walked in on wasn’t sexual, not at all. It was intimate though, far too intimate for you to look at it for too long without feeling ill at ease.
One of Namjoon’s hands was wiping at his tearstained face while the other rested in Yoongi’s left hand. Yoongi’s right hand was tangled in Namjoon’s hair, massaging his scalp softly. You could see Yoongi’s lips moving, but had no chance hearing what he was muttering to the younger boy.
In the late nights, you would hear their doors open and the floorboards creaking as they walked over them. And the sounds you would hear coming from their bedrooms later on… You couldn’t even pretend to mistake it for something else. The boys had never told you what their secret was, but there was no need. You had picked up on the signs and you understood them perfectly well.
The knowledge of Namjoon and Yoongi’s relationship was not something you were willing to share with anyone, not even your boyfriend. You figured there would be no point in doing so, seeing that he was so rarely at home. You would be surprised if he even knew the names of the two boys living under his roof.
However, neither one of the boys seemed to care about the lack of interest Mr Park showed in their personal life, so you decided it would be best to not care either. Of course, if the boys ever told you about a wish to be closer to Mr Park there would be no time wasted; you’d be calling Mr Park and demanding a change in behaviour at once.
You had asked Yoongi if you should tell Mr Park about Namjoon’s phenomenal grade, to which Yoongi only rolled his eyes. This reaction was to be expected, but you still felt it would be better to ask if they wanted Mr Park to be involved instead of ruling him out without much thought. Not involving Mr Park meant that Namjoon’s excited call had been heard only by you two, and the subsequent discussion about what to get him to reward him for his good grades also remained between the two of you.
“I can think of something you can give him.”
Yoongi followed his comment by giving you the “elevator look”; looking you up and down slowly, his eyes taking in your every feature. You slapped him on the chest and let out an annoyed groan. It had the intended effect, as Yoongi did not notice how flustered his actions had made you.
“Yoongi, you’re an idiot. Don’t you think we should give him something together? I don’t know him that well, what if I get him something he doesn’t like?”
Yoongi scoffed, grabbing an apple off the counter. Why he had made eye contact with you while doing this was beyond you, though you wish he didn’t have to do it while biting into the apple. Some emotion was swirling within his eyes, keeping you locked in his gaze. You were only able to break away when Yoongi moved the apple away from his face to show you the juices running down his chin. This had been too much for you, and you hurriedly turned around to hide your scorching hot cheeks.
“Well, I know what I’m going to give him, and it wouldn’t be… appropriate if you joined in on this gift. Better if you find something else.”
He didn’t tell what he was going to give Namjoon, but there was no need. His hooded eyes and the way he moved to cover his lower body from sight told you exactly what he was planning on giving Namjoon. Yoongi had told you an intimate part of his private life without even saying the word, and the smirk resting carelessly on his face revealed that he knew the implications of his actions and simply did not care.
The front door opened and Namjoon’s shouted “hello” reverberated through the house. Yoongi rushed towards him, and a shiver ran down your spine as he briefly brushed against you in his hurry to reach his… boyfriend. When he had passed you, you were left to stare at all the space he had to walk. There was more than enough space for him to walk past you without being in contact with you at all.
Yoongi wasn’t the only one who was racing to get somewhere. While your legs stood still, your mind was in a scramble, trying to make sense of everything. You blindly reached out and pulled yourself to sit on the counter. You figured it would be best to be seated if you came to some sort of revelation in your confusion.
Even though you had known about Yoongi and Namjoon’s relationship for a while now, it was something they both had kept quiet about. Judging by Yoongi’s behaviour, they did apparently not feel the need to keep it from you anymore, which you knew should make you happy. Them coming out to you would be great, it would mean that there was finally some trust established between the three of you. Despite this, there was a feeling in the pit of your stomach telling you that things weren’t quite right.
Why did Yoongi speak to you the way he had? He was very obviously in a relationship with Namjoon, so what on earth was he doing looking at you like that? Did Namjoon know about Yoongi’s behaviour, and if he did, did he care about it? Or was Yoongi going behind his back, and you were in the eye of the storm that their breakup undeniably would be? No, this couldn’t be it. Yoongi wouldn’t have looked at Namjoon the way he did if he didn’t mean it.
“Hi Y/N, did Yoongi tell you about my test?”
You were pulled out of your reverie when Namjoon came skipping into the kitchen, a wide grin on his face. In his hand was a sheet of paper, the red letter A written clearly at the top. You didn’t jump down from the counter before opening your arms wide, and you realised why that was a mistake the second Namjoon returned the hug.
His fit body was pressed against yours. Your knees were on either side of his hips, and it would be so easy to just lock your legs together behind his back. His face was resting on your neck, his chest against yours. Worst of all, his crotch was lined up perfectly with your own. Try as you might, you were not able to keep the crude images from forming in your head. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, and it would require no effort from you at all to let your hands slide upwards to tangle your fingers into his hair.
The final straw came when you imagined yourself tugging on his hair causing him to throw his head back in a moan. You pushed Namjoon away to stop yourself from acting on your filthy urges, yet a small part of you wished you could have kept him close to you. Partly because of how nice it felt, partly because of how dejected he now looked. If you didn’t know any better you would have said that he had enjoyed the hug just as much as you.
He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows and inquisitive eyes, but you knew that telling him the real reason why you had pulled away would be wrong. You reached for the test in his hand, hoping it would make him forget about the awkward moment that just passed and would do something about the pout on his face. You briefly looked over the test, your eyes widening infinitesimally at each and every word. This was incredibly advanced stuff, and you knew why Namjoon had been so satisfied with the result.
“Wow Namjoon, this is… wow. I’m proud of you.”
Namjoon’s frown fell at once and he beamed at you. You could see that he was restraining himself in a way. You could imagine him bouncing on the spot in joy, as he often did, and you gestured for him to do so. You couldn’t figure out why he had felt the need to hold himself back, he had acted out in joy in the past. A torrent of insecurities washed over you when you came to this revelation, why did he feel the need to hold back around you all of a sudden?
His eyes glinted when you gave him permission, but much to your surprise, he did not start doing his signature happy bounces. Instead he walked back up to you and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist. You felt your body temperature skyrocket and you were more hesitant to put your arms around him this time.
Namjoon was pressed as closely to your body as humanly possible, yet he kept tugging on you, trying to move closer to you. Your legs trembled slightly as you tried to make up your mind, but instinct told you that it would be best to do it. You wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your ankles together behind his back.
He gave a slight start that made your blood run cold, but he proved a second later that there was no need for you to worry about whether you had done the right thing or not. Namjoon’s right hand moved down at once and grabbed the back of your thigh, right below your ass. He used his grip to pull your crotch closer to his and to bury his face in your neck even further.
You were frozen in his grip, knowing all too well how inappropriate this position was for the two of you. Yet, you didn’t view your intimate hug as the worst part about this situation. The worst part was how much you liked it, and judging by Namjoon’s low hums and the rumbling deep within his chest, he enjoyed it too. His lips brushed against your neck and you let out a shaky breath that you didn’t know you had been holding in.
Namjoon pulled back to look at you, something you cursed him for in your head the very same moment he had done it. You had now made eye contact, and you knew there was nothing now that could tear your gaze away from his. His eyes held some sort of magnetic pull, keeping you locked within his eyes and making it seem almost illegal, certainly wrong, to look away.
A nervous laugh left your throat, which seemed to ease the mounting tension slightly. You turned your head slightly in a desperate attempt to find something that would take your mind off how deliciously plump his lips looked. You turning your attention away from Namjoon caused you to miss out on how he had tilted his head slightly, ready to lean in.
“Well, Namjoon, what do you want? As your reward for doing so well?”
Namjoon cleared his throat and stepped back slightly, allowing you to jump down from the counter. You refused to look at him, fearing that the embarrassment might make you crumble right then and there. You could hear Namjoon shuffling slightly, yet your eyes remained glued to the floor. Looking at him now felt unwise, as you weren’t sure your self control would hold if your gaze remained on him for too long.
“Well, I am in need of a new haircut…”
Despite your best efforts to keep your sights averted from him, his request made you look up at him in confusion. He could have said anything he wanted and he chose to bring up haircuts? You let out a short laugh, scratching the back of your neck in confusion.
“Uh, I can pay for a trip to the hairdresser, if that’s what you want…”
“No!”
Your eyebrows furrowed together. Namjoon seemed almost panicked at the suggestion, his eyes darting wildly around the room. It made you wish that the moment before had never passed, as it would be as easy as breathing to take him into your arms to calm him down if it wasn’t for the catastrophic consequences it would have.
“You see, uhm… I get nervous! Yes, very nervous. Hair salons are scary, I don’t like going.”
If you had been able to pay attention to anything other than Namjoon, then you would have heard Yoongi scoff from the living room. You looked at Namjoon in astonishment, surprised that he would have such a fear, yet you felt no need to inquire further about it. There was no need to force him to go into detail about his fears and phobias.
“So… Should I cut your hair?”
The moment you finished your proposition, you realised it was silly. The most reasonable thing to suggest would have been to get a hairdresser, someone who actually knew what they were doing. The thought alone of you holding a pair of scissors, or any sharp object at all, near Namjoon’s face and neck made your heartbeat rise rapidly and caused sweat to form on your hairline.
“Yes! I want you to cut my hair, that would be great!”
Why Namjoon had heard your suggestion and thought it was a great idea rather than fearing for his life was beyond you. You would certainly not let someone as clumsy as you cut your hair. Maybe Namjoon didn’t hold his life in the same regard as you did? Either way, you had promised to get him something, and if this is what he wanted…
Thirty minutes later, and the two of you were in the bathroom together. You had had quite the disagreement over whether the door should be open or not; he thought the heat would become unbearable if the door was shut and therefore wanted it open, while you didn’t like the thought of Yoongi being able to walk by and laugh at how badly you had fucked up Namjoon’s hair at any moment. You compromised, and the door was left slightly ajar.
Your tools (weapons) were laid out on the sink next to you. You had dragged a chair from the kitchen into the bathroom, a task that was made considerably harder by the fact that Namjoon kept tugging on it, telling you to give it to him so he could carry it. You made it crystal clear that the reward was all-inclusive, he would do no work at all. He had grumbled at this, but had eventually surrendered.
A trembling hand reached out and clutched the scissors tightly. You had asked Namjoon how short he had wanted his hair cut, and he had given a disgustingly vague answer. He had told you that he trusted you to not make him look bad, a statement that made your stomach twist. The defeat would be that much greater if you failed knowing how much faith Namjoon had in you.
You hadn’t mentioned that this would be the very first time you had ever cut someone else’s hair, and you had no plan on telling him now. You tried not to think of all the times you had cut your own hair as a child and how horrible it had looked afterwards as you ran your hand through his hair, catching the strands between your fingers. This was where you met your first issue.
At the feeling of your hands in your hair, a shiver ran through Namjoon. You hurriedly pulled the scissor you had held an inch away from Namjoon’s head out of reach before you leant over Namjoon’s shoulder to look at him. He smiled sheepishly at you, his eyes only peeking up at you for half a second before darting to his hands.
“It feels nice.”
You sighed loudly and Namjoon winced slightly. You straightened up to think clearly, wondering how on earth you would be able to do this if he was going to move every time you touched him. Neither one of you mentioned the fact that your hand was still buried in his hair.
“Namjoon, I can’t do this if you’re going to move around.”
Your point was accentuated by Namjoon shivering yet again, but you had to admit that it had been your fault this time. Your fingers were moving nimbly against his scalp, massaging him. The best thing to do would probably be removing your hand so you at the very least had a chance to keep Namjoon still, yet your every nerve protested against it. It just felt too good to keep your hands in his hair.
You tried again, and you could see how the back of his neck was tensed up, fighting against the urge to shudder. You let out a shaky breath before doing what you had put off doing for some time now; cutting his hair. It was only a small lock of hair and it disappeared down the back of his shirt the very same second you let go of it, but it felt like a victory nonetheless.
“Good job.”
Namjoon’s voice was a mere whisper, but it cut right through the nervous haze you had found yourself in. You let out a small giggle, ruffling his hair slightly before leaning back a bit, wanting to see how much of a difference you had made. This proved to be unwise, as you lost sight of the lock of hair you had just cut off. It took some searching to find it again, but once you did you continued cutting his hair. It went without a hitch until Namjoon started squirming.
“What now?”
Namjoon had been battling with himself ever since you began cutting his hair. The feeling of your delicate hands pulling gently at his hair, the occasional cool touch from the scissors against his overheated skin, your warm breath against his ear as you leaned closer to get a better look. It had all been slowly driving him out of his mind, causing him to think things he shouldn’t be thinking about the woman his father was dating.
He looked up at you and you had to cover your mouth to stop from cooing. He had a pout on his lips and his eyes were wide as he looked up at you. He shifted slightly in his seat and let out a whine. You knew it would be most reasonable to be annoyed with him right now, but he was far too cute for you to be able to hold a grudge against him.
“There’s a lot of hair down my shirt, it’s itchy!”
His whine forced you to turn away from him to hide your shy smile. You fiddled with the hem of your shirt in a foolish attempt to seem less awkward and to hide your real reason for turning away. You were in for the shock of a lifetime when you turned back around to look at Namjoon.
He had gotten up from his seat and had pulled his shirt off. It was now laying on a heap on the floor and he was busying himself with brushing short hairs off his chest. The scissors clattered loudly to the tiled floor, and Namjoon’s eyes shot to you. You got on your knees at once to pick up the scissors, too scared of what might happen if you made eye contact with him now.
When you straightened up again, Namjoon was seated on the chair again. You decided that it would be best to let the moment pass and you continued cutting his hair. Your eyes never strayed from the back and sides of Namjoon’s head, sure your legs would give out if you did. Namjoon was grateful for your undivided attention to the back of his head, as it meant that you wouldn’t notice his flaming red cheeks. He could only hope that your hand didn’t go any lower as you cut the hair around his ears, as you might end up feeling his rapid pulse against your hand.
After what seemed like a decade, the haircut was finally finished. You had to admit that you had done a good job, there was seemingly no hair that strayed majorly in length compared to the rest of the hair. Sure, it was a bit scruffy due to your lack of expertise and experience, but that was only to be expected. You blew on the hair and on the back of Namjoon’s neck, causing him to shudder violently.
Namjoon had gotten up from his chair and was standing in front of the mirror, examining his new hairstyle. His face was impassive, causing a nervous jolt to go through you. You started picking at the skin around your nails, just to have something to do to keep you occupied from the worry about Namjoon’s reaction.
“Y/N, you did really well!”
Your head whipped up at the praise. You had planned to make eye contact with Namjoon, but cringed slightly when you realised that you had made eye contact with his nipples before your sights were anywhere near Namjoon’s face. It didn’t seem like he had noticed though, as he was beaming at you. You had to suppress a grin at the sight of his deep dimples.
“I’m happy that you like it.”
A natural smile formed on your lips, and it gradually changed to a more forced smile as the moment was prolonged. The time when looking into each other's eyes went from being sweet to being awkward had passed a long time ago, and it almost seemed like there was a silent staring competition between the two of you. If that was the case, then Namjoon lost, as he broke the eye contact to look down at his hands.
You turned away from him and squatted. You began gathering hair in your hand, figuring it would be best to get rid of as much as possible with your hands before bringing the vacuum cleaner. You paid no attention to Namjoon, he might as well not have been there had it not been for the fact that he spoke a second later.
“Well, I’m going to jump in the shower to get rid of all the, uh… baby hairs on me.”
You let out a noncommittal hum and stood up, leaning over the chair to brush off the hair on it. Namjoon let out a series of confused stutters and swallowed thickly, trying to grasp confidence and courage out of thin air.
“And that means that you have to leave.”
He blurted out the words, and you had to spend an entire second trying to decode what he had just said. You sprung up at once when you realised your error, and moved towards the door. You then briefly turned back with the intention of picking up the chair and bringing it back to the kitchen with you, but you changed your mind an instant later when you saw that it was still covered in hair.
You turned one last time and finally left the bathroom, closing the door behind you. You leaned against the door, barely noticing the click of the lock and the sound of the shower turning on. All you could focus on was the loud pounding of your heart in your ears and how incredibly stupid you felt. A chuckle came from down the hallway, and you leaned forward slightly to peer towards the sound.
“What, you didn’t join him in the shower?”
“Yoongi!”
~~~~~~~
The next couple of weeks went by in a haze of confusing feelings and hurried exits from rooms you had just entered. The tension that had been lying like a heavy blanket over the bathroom as you cut Namjoon’s hair had not been eradicated once you left the room. As a matter of fact, it had followed you out. Yoongi had noticed the odd tension between the two of you, but instead of trying to make it vanish, he slipped into it as well. Being alone in a room with one of the boys was enough to make your temperature rise and your pulse to skyrocket, but being with the both of them was unbearable
You needed to get out of the house, and for once, your boyfriend came through. Mr Park had sent both you and the boys a message telling you that he had a business meeting in another city. The business meeting was across the country, and for some inexplicable reason, he wanted you to go with him. You could only guess that this was because he would be gone for nearly three weeks.
A perk of dating the richest man in the country would surely be all the luxury. When he first told you about the meeting, he had mentioned private jets and expensive sports cars. He had, apparently, only mentioned those in relation to his journey. You were shocked to say the least when you found out that your boyfriend was already in the city the meeting was to be held. The shock wasn’t lessened when you found out that the boys, too, had been invited to go with you.
This meant that a seven hour long train ride was ahead of you. Alone, with the boys. You were nervous to say the least and you often found yourself pacing the room, wondering how the train ride would go. You had even considered backing out of the trip, but you had accidentally let this slip over dinner with the boys. The look on Namjoon’s face made you regret you had ever even thought of it.
Getting time off work was no problem at all, if you looked away from the suggestive eyebrow raises your coworkers had given you as you walked out of the school. Everything was prepared now and you were ready to leave. The biggest hurdle remained; being able to control yourself during the train ride.
You had originally planned on getting the boys up early on a Saturday to be able to get on an early train and hopefully being with your boyfriend before dinner. This plan had, needless to say, not come to fruition. You were already off to a bad start when you woke up at 10 a.m., three hours later than originally planned.
To make matters worse, Namjoon had carried all the suitcases and bags to the front door to make it easier to pick them up when they had to leave in the morning. The thought was incredibly kind, had it not been for the fact that he completely forgot to tell the other two about it. Thus, you spent another thirty minutes that morning running around trying to find your bag. You had even packed an entirely new bag of clothes when you came downstairs and saw where yours had been.
You had gotten yourself ready to go and was halfway through the door when you remembered you had forgotten something. It was like an itch you could not reach, for no matter how hard you tried, you could not remember what it was you had forgotten. Normally, you would have just left without it, as it probably wasn’t that important if it was that easy for you to forget and so hard for you to remember.
“Y/N? What time is it?”
Namjoon’s sleepy voice came out of nowhere and you gave a start at the sound. You whirled around and saw Namjoon’s head poking out of Yoongi’s bedroom, his hair sticking up in odd places. Realisation, relief and embarrassment washed over you at the same time. You had forgotten the boys and you had been fully prepared to leave without them.
You told Namjoon that you had overslept and pushed him back into Yoongi’s bedroom, deciding it would be his job to get the other boy out of bed. You decided to wait in the living room until the two of them were ready and it took a total of fifteen minutes until you heard tottering footsteps coming into the room behind you. You got to your feet, thinking that both of the boys were ready to go.
“Yoongi doesn’t want to get up.”
Namjoon smiled sheepishly at you as you let out a groan. You had suspected that something like this could happen, but you had held out hope, hoping that Yoongi would follow Namjoon, as he always did. You pushed yourself off the couch with a groan of annoyance. You hadn’t wanted to be the one to wake up Yoongi because you knew how hard it was to get him out of bed in the morning, yet you knew that you had no other option now.
You went up to his bedroom and wasted no time on things such as knocking on the door and taking a peek into the room before fully stepping in. You flicked the light switch as you entered the room, taking no notice of the groans coming from the bed. The man in the bed has disappeared under the duvet so you went to the end of the bed, grabbed the blanket and tugged hard. He hadn’t expected it, and was therefore unable to keep the blanket over him.
“No, Y/N…”
Something deep within your stomach fluttered at the sound of his deep morning voice and you were desperate to push the feeling away. You cleared your throat and Yoongi raised his head slightly to squint at you. You pointed at him then at the bathroom, telling him quite clearly that he needed to get up right away. He didn't jump out of the bed as you had wanted to though, he merely scoffed and laid down again.
You threw your head back and squeezed your eyes shut. This was going to be a long day. You rushed forwards and grabbed the pillow his head was resting on and yanked it out from under him. Yoongi protested loudly when he could no longer feel the pillow, but he felt it again a second later when you brought it down on him.
“Get. Up. You. Ass!”
Each word was punctuated with a hit with the pillow and soon your yells were matched with Yoongi’s. He somehow managed to grab onto the pillow and pulled hard, trying to jerk it out of your hands. If he had known how tight your grip on the pillow was, then he would never have tried it. You lost your footing and fell forwards. The both of you let out a groan of pain as you landed on top of Yoongi.
Embarrassment hit you hard a moment later when you realised where you had landed. You pushed against his chest in an attempt to get up, something that proved to be near impossible. Yoongi wrapped his arms and legs around you, giggling as he forced you under him and pulled the duvet over the both of you. You stopped your struggling after less than a minute, realising you would be unable to wrestle out of his hold.
“Go to sleep Y/N.”
Despite being incredibly pressed for time, you felt no need to get up. He was warm and it did feel nice to lay down, to not worry about what you had to do or where you had to be. The bliss could, unfortunately, not go on forever. You heaved Yoongi off you with a sigh and rolled out of bed. Your hands wrapped around Yoongi’s wrists and tugged, pulling him up into a sitting position.
“Yoongi…”
He waved his hand at you, telling you quite clearly that he knew what you were going to say and he wouldn’t argue with it. Still, you felt it would be best to get him out of bed so you pulled him all the way out of bed. He complained, but you could see the glint in his eye from miles away. You left the bedroom to let him get dressed and joined Namjoon in the living room.
Yoongi came tottering into the living room ten minutes later, rubbing his eyes. You got to your feet, a smile on your face. You were late, but you were finally ready to go. Or so you thought. Yoongi walked into the kitchen and came back out with a smile on his face a couple of minutes later.
“I’ve ordered some Chinese food.”
Your jaw fell and you were sure that if you raised your eyebrows any further, they would disappear into your hairline. You were at a loss for words, but still spluttered wildly in an attempt to find words to explain your confusion. Your eyes flitted over to Namjoon, thinking that he might share your opinion. But he did not, and you finally found your voice again when you saw the grin on his face.
“Yoongi, what are you thinking? We have to leave soon!”
Your indignation was only worsened when Yoongi had the audacity to smile. You threw your hands in the air and turned on the spot, getting ready to pace up and down the living room while ranting about immaturity and lack of respect. Namjoon halted you in your tracks when his long, slender fingers wrapped around your wrist. You looked down at him and he smiled sweetly, patting the empty spot next to him on the couch. You sat down with a grumble and crossed both your arms and legs.
Namjoon wrapped an arm around your shoulder and squeezed lightly. A sudden wave of drowsiness washed over you and you closed your eyes briefly. Why had you decided to get up so early? As you were curled up against Namjoon's warm body, you could not think of a single reason as to why you had ever thought it would be a good idea to get up at the crack of dawn when you had the entire day at your leisure.
Without meaning to, you had fallen asleep. You didn’t know this had happened until Namjoon was gently prodding you in an attempt to rile you from your slumber while Yoongi was busy placing all the takeout onto the coffee table. A sleepy haze made it nearly impossible to understand what was really going on, but you had no quarrels when Yoongi brought a pair of chopsticks to your face. You opened your mouth and ate the food given to you, not registering anything about it besides how delicious it was.
Your open mouth told the boys you wanted more food, and they fed it to you while trying their hardest to suppress their giggles. The wish to not move a muscle had apparently overpowered your wish to eat, yet you were still hungry. Luckily for you, both of the boys were more than willing to feed you. They peeked at each other every now and then, ensuring the other that they were thinking the exact same thing; you were far too cute for your own good.
The food was gone before you knew it, but you remained still on the couch for a few moments longer, savouring the few lazy moments which were so rare nowadays. Yoongi was the one to attempt to get you up now, and he bragged loudly to Namjoon when he managed to get you to your feet. A loud yawn escaped you as you rubbed your eyes.
“We need to make sure everything is ready to go before we leave.”
You looked around blearily, as if all the things you needed to pack that you hadn’t yet would be lying in plain view. Namjoon placed a hand on your back, catching your attention at once. He had a sweet smile on his face, a stark contrast to the smirk on Yoongi’s.
“It’s already done, Yoongi and I did it while you napped.”
The ability to speak had apparently escaped you, as you merely blinked at him. He let out a low laugh which made you snap out of your trance. Bags were stacked neatly by the front door, and you did feel slightly guilty when you moved the bags to make sure everything was ready. You abandoned the search when a scoff was heard behind you
“Don’t you trust us?”
Yoongi’s accusation was paired with a piercing glare. You returned the look, keeping the eye contact even though it made goosebumps rise all over your body and made your knees feel weak. It didn’t feel right to break off the eye contact until Yoongi let a gentle smile grace his face.
The rest of the day went by in a breeze. You finally got on your train around one p.m. with all your luggage, even though Yoongi made many jokes about how you had forgotten everything from your charger to your head at home. Each joke was followed by him dodging a swipe from you.
The journey was long, but rather enjoyable. Namjoon had brought a book and had disappeared behind it the second he sat down on the train. Yoongi had sat down right next to you, much closer than you deemed strictly necessary. It did make your temperature rise slightly, yet you made no move to create distance between the two of you. It felt nice to be so close to him.
After about three hours, Yoongi had pulled a tangerine out of his pocket. He peeled it, split it in half and handed you one of the halfs. You took it out of his outstretched hand, nudging him slightly in thanks. But when you had emptied his hand, it was not placed back on his lap. He had let it fall onto your thigh.
You choked loudly on a slice of the tangerine, and Yoongi moved his hand to hit you on the back. The tangerine dislodged itself and you sank into your seat, closing your eyes and resting your head on Yoongi’s shoulder. You hadn’t noticed how Namjoon had lowered his book and was looking at you in concern.
The next ten minutes was spent finishing your tangerine. You swallowed the last slice and turned to look out the window. Your head snapped back when you felt Yoongi’s hand fall back on your thigh. You stared intently at the side of his head, yet he made no move to look back at you. His eyes were on Namjoon, whose book was still in front of his face. Namjoon had squirmed quite a bit earlier, and his shirt had ridden up. The skin of his abdomen was on display, and the urge to reach out and caress it was overwhelming.
Your attention was brought back to Yoongi when he squeezed your thigh. You looked down at the hand, before looking up at Yoongi. He was staring right back at you. This didn’t have the same effect on you as you were sure it would have under normal circumstances. You would probably jumped a foot into the air if you had looked over at Yoongi to find him staring at you at home, yet not a single muscle moved as you looked at Yoongi. It would feel inappropriate, in a way, to move now.
If you didn’t know any better, you would have guessed that his hand had a mind of its own. His fingers slowly moved downwards, yet his eyes never left yours. You gulped when you felt his fingertips grace softly against your clothed crotch. You knew this was wrong, you knew you should push away his hand before getting to your feet, screaming at him and storming out.
But you didn’t get up, you didn’t scream at him and you couldn’t even imagine storming out now. You grabbed his wrist as his thumb pressed firmly against your crotch. Yoongi raised his eyebrows, silently asking you if you wanted him to move his hand. You shook your head infinitesimally before moving your hips slightly, pressing his hand harder against your crotch.
He hadn’t expected it, and if you were honest with yourself, you had never expected it yourself. Yoongi’s eyes were wide, but he made it perfectly clear that he did not mind. His hand wandered slightly upwards and you felt a jolt of disappointment. That was until his fingers began fiddling with the hem of your tights. You gulped as his fingers made their way into your pants and brushed gently against your cotton panties.
“Ugh, I’m so hungry!”
Yoongi jerked his hand out of your pants and you sat up straight at Namjoon’s exclamation. He had slammed his book shut and slid down his seat, groaning all the while. Your cheeks were ablaze and you could only hope that no one noticed. You braved a glance in Yoongi’s direction, finding some consolation in the fact that his cheeks were burning scarlet as well. Namjoon’s eyes flitted between the two of you, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“What’s up with you?”
A nervous peek at Yoongi told him that you were at a loss for words and did not know how to explain this situation. Yoongi took charge and leaned forward slightly, helping Namjoon get back into his seat. He tried to make eye contact with Yoongi, but Yoongi had busied himself with brushing imaginary dust off Namjoon’s pants.
“How about we get off at the next stop and get some food?”
“What?”
You couldn’t keep quiet anymore. Get off at the next stop? It would take you even longer to get to your destination! Mr Park was waiting for you, he was expecting you there by the end of the day. The thought made your stomach plummet. Your boyfriend had invited you on what was basically a vacation, and on your way there you had been more than willing to let his adopted son finger you. A feeling of nausea settled deep within your stomach as shame overtook you, disgust rolling over you in waves. You were despicable.
The self loathing made you deaf to everything around you, which meant you missed the boys agreeing to get off the train and going out to eat. Namjoon grabbed your hand and pulled you to your feet. You didn’t protest when you were handed your luggage and when you were led off the train, onto the platform.
Yoongi and Namjoon were in a heated discussion, but about what was beyond you. Your mind was running amuck, trying to make sense of your emotions and your betrayal. You were dating Mr Park. He was your boyfriend. But you saw his sons more often than you saw him. Every evening, the three of you would eat dinner together and watch movies. You’d go to bed with a smile on your face because you had spent hours with the boys. You couldn’t remember the last time you had been so happy after spending time with your boyfriend.
You couldn’t remember ever being as happy with your boyfriend as you were with the boys. A hand was placed onto your lower back. Yoongi was steering you into a restaurant, but you didn’t catch the name of the place. The hand on your back had caused your mind to go haywire yet again. Your boyfriend had never had this power over you before, this power to make your mind swim and your knees to go weak.
A menu was placed before you, and you numbly pointed to the very first dish on the menu when the waiter came to your table. The meal came a mere ten minutes later and it was enjoyable enough, even if it wasn’t something you would normally order. It did, however, clear your mind and you were now able to engage in the conversation Yoongi and Namjoon was having.
They wanted to stay in this town overnight. You knew you should argue, tell them that they needed to leave so they could be with their father as soon as possible. Yet, you did not open your mouth once to protest. Laying down in a bed at your destination would be nice, sure, but laying down in a bed now… The boys grabbed the luggage and you all walked to the closest hotel. You were busy trying to dig your wallet out of your purse while the boys got a room for the three of you. The wallet you were looking for was still at the bottom of your purse when Yoongi informed you that they had already paid for the room.
Yoongi placed a hand over your mouth when you opened it to object to this decision. Namjoon giggled loudly while pulling your luggage. You opened the door to your hotel room when you finally got there, but Yoongi grabbed you by the back of your shirt and yanked you out of the room before you could turn on the lights and look around properly. Namjoon clutched your hand in his and pulled you away from the room before you could make any attempts to enter it.
“Let’s go sightseeing!”
The suggestion made you groan loudly, as all you wanted to do after your long journey was to lay down and relax. Neither one of the boys seemed to share your sentiments, as they were both bouncing up and down with excitement. Yoongi’s gummy smile was, shockingly, also present. You had been certain that he at least would have shared your views on how incredibly nice it would have been if you could have laid down for a bit.
Yoongi and Namjoon maintained their levels of giddiness for hours, even though they were both yawning every other minute at the end of the night. Time had flown by, and it was nearly midnight when the three of you began making your way to your hotel room. It was impossible to not notice the strange glances the boys would shoot each other on the way to the hotel room. They were nervous. You had suspected so from the very first look they had exchanged, but all your misgivings vanished when Namjoon twirled his necklace so tightly around his finger that he had to ask for help to get it off.
They were certainly not the only ones who felt anxious. Had they maybe come to the same realisation that you had? Had they realised that the woman they continuously flirted with was the same woman their father was dating? Did they find you gross now? Were they angry with you? Would they lash out? No, they wouldn’t. And their nervousness did not come from a realisation of how deeply wrong your feelings for each other were.
The cause of their nerves became apparent when you stepped into your hotel room. In the middle of the hotel room stood a bed. The only bed in the room. You scanned the room quickly. It seemed that the only two options you had was to sleep on the bed or on the dilapidated and scratchy carpeted floor. Had this really been the only available room in the entire hotel? Or was there a possibility that this had, to some capacity, been planned? They had gotten the room without discussing it with you first and they had insisted that you didn’t get as much as a peek of the room.
You swivelled around to glare down the two boys. Namjoon was staring straight up into the air, as if there was nothing more interesting in the world than the discoloured popcorn ceiling. Yoongi, on the other hand, was staring right at you. He didn’t even have the audacity to look sheepish. He pulled off his jacket and threw it carelessly onto the chair next to the bathroom door. There were about a million things you wanted to say at this very moment, yet you kept your mouth shut until Yoongi moved to tug your jacket off as well.
“What exactly do you think you’re doing?”
You cringed at how badly you had stuttered your way through that sentence, knowing full well that the question did not have nearly as forceful as you originally intended. Despite the fact that you were flabbergasted that the boys had gone behind your back and done something like this, you still let Yoongi slide the soft jacket down your arms before putting it next to his own jacket. You had been forced to close your eyes to stop yourself from shuddering when Yoongi’s fingers brushed against your recently exposed skin.
“You’ve been complaining about how tired you are the entire night! You can’t sleep in these clothes, now can you? I’m just… helping you get ready.”
Namjoon’s head whipped to look at you when you let out a loud scoff. Yoongi must think you were stupid if he believed you would actually fall for this lie, but judging by the sly grin on his face, he had only said it as some sick joke. Yoongi moved towards your luggage and started pulling the zipper open, again murmuring about ‘helping you’.
You snatched your bag from him and stormed into the bathroom, locking it behind you. You brushed your teeth and washed your face before you got onto your knees to rummage through your bag for something to wear to bed. A horrifying memory popped into your head, forcing you to place your head into your hands with a groan. You had deliberately chosen to not pack pyjamas, opting instead to pack your raunchiest lingerie in an attempt to get your boyfriend in the mood to do something he more often than not claimed he was too tired to do.
Your horniess had, once again, come to bite you in your behind. You now had the impossible task of trying to figure out what to wear when you would be sharing a bed with your boyfriend's sons. At this point, the only right answer seemed to be not wearing anything at all, which also happened to be the worst thing you could possibly do in this situation.
All the clothes you had spent half an hour putting neatly into your bag unravelled on the tiled bathroom floor as you turned your bag on its head. You looked through the mountain of clothes in front of you, sweat beginning to form on your hairline. Clapping your hand over your mouth was the only thing you could do to suppress the scream of jubilation as you pulled out an old t-shirt that had belonged to Mr Park.
You had added it to your bag in hopes that he would find it sexy that you wore his clothes, and while you had doubted that this would happen even as you placed it in the depths of your bag there was nothing you could do now other than thanking your lucky stars. You pulled your clothes off with some difficulty, having forgotten completely about how hard it was to remove these particular tights. In your search you had also found a pair of white shorts that were intended for something much fancier and much less intimate, but they would do for one night.
The care you had taken while packing your bag the first time around was nowhere to be found as you stuffed the clothes into the bag, caring very little about trivial things such as wrinkling and tearing. It almost seemed like the bag was heavier now than it was earlier today, but that could also have something to do with the fact you were carrying the bag differently now. There had been no need for the bag to be placed so awkwardly in front of your body the way it was now.
Namjoon had found himself a new book to read and was laying on the bed reading it while Yoongi was leaning against him, his phone in his hand as you came out into the main living area. Yoongi peeked up from his phone for a split second before he looked back down, a low whistle leaving his lips. Namjoon looked at Yoongi in confusion before looking over at you. His jaw dropped and you watched with trembling knees as his book slid out of his hand and landed on the carpeted floor with a dull thud.
Yoongi said nothing as he placed his phone onto the bedside drawer and got off the bed, pulling Namjoon after him into the bathroom. Yoongi didn’t even look at you, having clearly sensed how far beyond your comfort zone you were. You jumped into the bed and covered yourself with the duvet the second Namjoon closed and locked the door behind him.
You got comfortable on the side of the bed furthest from the bathroom, keeping your back to it to ensure that there was no chance to make eye contact. You shut your eyes when you heard the bathroom door opening again, figuring it would be best to just pretend to be asleep when they laid down with you. It would surely lower the chances of an awkward encounter.
A pair of hands gently reached out and grabbed your hips from behind, pulling you back slightly. It was hard to tell who it was in the dark, but you realised it was Yoongi when he put his face into your neck and inhaled deeply. Your toes curled and you twitched slightly to stop yourself from shivering. Your resolve was rapidly dwindling, and you feared that you would be able to hold yourself back at all if you continued to lay so closely to Yoongi
A soft moan was followed by you squirming slightly, all while pretending to be asleep. You managed to squirm about an inch or so away from Yoongi when you met another obstacle. Namjoon. He had gotten in on the other side of the bed. Trying to move was futile, there was nothing you could do to change your predicament. You let your head rest on Namjoon’s chest, hoping to fall asleep quickly so as not to be able to think about this any longer.
Ten minutes later, you were fast asleep. But you didn’t get the long night’s sleep as you had originally wanted. It was dark when you woke up, which told you quite plainly that it was far too early for you to be awake. Going back to sleep seemed the most reasonable option, however, you had woken up believing you were in a boiler. The heat was nearly unbearable, but it would soon be the least of your worries.
You had noticed Namjoon stirring the very moment you awoke, but you had yet to notice how he was moving. Both of his legs were wrapped around one of yours and his hips were moving frantically. He was humping your leg. Your mouth had fallen open in shock, and you had no chance at all to stop yourself from letting out a loud gasp when you realised that not only was he humping your leg, his hand was also down your shorts.
He was still sleeping, you knew he was, because he would never have the courage to do anything even remotely similar to this. A particularly loud and vulgar moan left his lips and he jerked violently, causing his hand to go even further down your shorts. You felt your thighs begin to tremble, his fingertips were only an inch away from your clit now.
You closed your eyes and took a few steadying breaths to collect yourself. You gently grabbed onto his wrist, pulling his hand slowly out of your short while ignoring the feeling of disappointment in the pit of your stomach. Revolving slowly, you turned your back to Namjoon. His tight hold around your leg was the only thing keeping you from jumping straight into the air when you turned and saw that Yoongi was awake, staring right at you. The familiar sly grin crossed his face.
“He’s naughty, isn’t he? I guess you’ve never seen this side of him before, he’s usually much less shy when he’s drunk or asleep. You should have expected this, you know. After all, you are wearing his shirt.”
You felt yourself paling. Namjoon’s shirt? No, this shirt belonged to Mr Park. Or at least you thought it did. You had found it in the laundry room, and you had just assumed that it was his. A low groan followed by a chuckle mingled with the sounds of Namjoon moaning and whimpering. That must have been why Namjoon had such an intense reaction to seeing you.
As much as you didn’t want to be a part of something as intimate as this, it was impossible not to notice that he was getting close. His whimpering was frantic now, his hips moving faster than ever. Then he stopped. Yoongi had reached over you to place his hands on Namjoon’s waist, pushing him away from you. Namjoon continued to thrust and whine, getting so worked up that he ended up waking up. He looked around the room blearily before turning to look at you and Yoongi. The realisation of what he had done came that very moment and he blushed furiously.
“Y/N, I am so sorry, I really didn’t mean to- ah!”
Yoongi cut him off by reaching into his pants and clutching his cock in his hand. Namjoon gasped loudly,writhing in pleasure. He shot a nervous glance in your direction before leaning his head back and moaning loudly as Yoongi swiped his thumb over the head of his cock. Yoongi hummed and scooted closer, his body pressed up against your back.
It was like someone had lit a fire inside of you. You clenched your thighs over and over, restraining yourself from whining at the lack of friction. You were at your very limit. All you wanted to do was to move Yoongi’s hand onto your own groin, or to move his hand so you could climb onto Namjoon.
Yoongi seemed to be aware of your wishes as he let out a low hum before letting go of Namjoon. Namjoon whined loudly and bucked his hips, moving his hands downwards with the intention of finishing himself off. A sharp look from Yoongi sent over your shoulder told Namjoon that he needed to be patient if he wanted to cum at all.
Yoongi put his new hand to good use, lifting one of your legs and placing his own thigh between yours. You gulped as you felt his leg brush against your crotch, but you were no longer able to keep quiet when he pressed his thigh up against you, finally giving you the friction you had been craving for so long. His hand returned to Namjoon’s dick as your desperate hands grabbed the sides of Yoongi’s knee, holding his leg in place as you rocked your hips back and forth against his thigh.
There was seemingly nothing standing between you and your orgasm now. Your hips had reached new speeds and paired with the pornographic image in front of you; Namjoon on the verge of cumming. He had gripped your wrist in his in a vice-like grip, his eyes squeezed shut while moans flowed continuously from his open mouth. You could tell he had reached his peak when he threw his head back, his entire body vibrating from the force of his orgasm.
“Mommy!”
Namjoon’s yell was undoubtedly a product of the heat of the moment, yet it made both you and Yoongi freeze. Namjoon kept thrusting into Yoongi’s unmoving hand, working his way through his orgasm. Once he stopped shivering, he looked over at the two of you before remembering what he had said as he came. His eyes widened and he opened his mouth to apologise.
Your next move held no conscious thought behind it. If you had taken a moment to think it through then there was no doubt that you would have refused to do it. But this action had been born from a deep-rooted need, it was powerful and visceral. You had been wanting to do this for so long, you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore.
Before Namjoon could utter a word, you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him towards you, into a kiss. Namjoon froze for half a second before he moaned into your mouth, grabbing onto your waist and pulling you close. Yoongi let his legs slip from between yours, but his hand replaced it a second later. You threw your head back in a moan, your lips making a wet sound as they seperated from Namjoon’s.
“You’re both full of surprises today, aren’t you mommy?”
Yoongi’s voice was a mere whisper, but it was uttered against the shell of your ear. You whined as Namjoon’s hands left your waist, moving upwards to cup your breasts in his hand. Namjoon’s mutters of ‘mommy, please’ was forgotten about as Yoongi reached his other hand around you, grabbing your chin harshly and forcing you to turn your head to face him. He kissed you harshly, his tongue pressing against yours. His hand moved from your chin to rest on your throat, squeezing occasionally.
You had to, yet again, thank your lucky stars. This would never have happened if you had followed your plan, which would be to travel directly to the city where Mr Park’s business meeting would be held. Your eyes shot open. Mr Park. You were supposed to be with him right now. Your boyfriend was expecting you and here you were, in some dingy hotel room having sex with his sons.
You pushed both the boys off you, crawling swiftly towards the end of the bed to get out. You got to your feet and stood in front of the bed. Both of the boys looked at you in confusion and you could see a touch of hurt in their expressions as well. You cleared your throat and decided to move your attention from the boys to the clothes which were halfway off. The shirt you were wearing was pulled over your chest, exposing both your breasts, and your shorts were sitting low on your hips. Hurried hands fixed your clothing before you looked back up at the boys.
“I can’t… Your father… I’m…”
There was nothing you could say to explain this, nothing you could do to justify it, not even to yourself. You closed your eyes briefly to stem the oncoming flow of tears. You found that there was nothing you could do to stop your feelings of shame, disgust and overwhelming sadness from gathering in your eyes and rolling down your cheeks. Eyes still tightly shut, you hurried over to the bathroom door.
You locked the door behind you and turned on the sink before crumbling to the floor. One hand pressed over your mouth to stop your loud sobs from filling the room, one hand pressed against your chest to fight against the feeling that your heart would fall out. You had turned on the sink to muffle your own cries, not knowing they also muffled the cries of the boys.
~~~~~~
Safe to say, what had happened in the hotel room that night had hung over you for the entirety of the trip. You had spent as much time as possible in the hotel room with Mr Park, which meant that you rarely saw the boys. Try as you might, you could not act like this didn’t affect you. Every night was spent the same; lying to your boyfriend about needing to take a shower so you could get away from him. Technically, you never lied to him, you did get into the shower every night, but more often than not, it was to cry.
The boys’ absence was starting to tear you apart. They meant more to you than you cared to admit, you knew that much, but not even you could have foreseen how much their separation from you would hurt. Of course, this wasn’t their fault. You had been the one to put your foot down, despite the protests. The decision had been absolute, and at the time, you were certain you wouldn’t go back on your word. But your resolve was rapidly dwindling.
You made sure to keep a safe distance even when you returned home, which proved to be one of the hardest challenges you had ever had to face. You had long ago forgotten how many times you had woken up to find one or two of the boys in your bed. The amount of times you had wrapped your arms around them and gone back to sleep was also lost to you. In a fit of defiance, you had locked the bedroom door one night before going to sleep. You had woken up in the middle of the night to the sound of soft knocks on your door. Too tired to do anything else, you had simply turned over and fallen back to sleep. The boys never came into your room again after that night.
A believable excuse you had used all the time right after your trip was that you had to stay at work late, because there was simply too much to do. This excuse did no longer work, as you were now nearing the summer and your work days were shorter and shorter. You received the shock of a lifetime when you stepped out of the school at the end of a day, only to find Yoongi sitting in his car, waiting for you.
He had spotted you the moment you had left the building, which meant there was no chance for you to slip away undetected. Knowing Yoongi, walking away from him would only lead to a screaming match between the two of you. With a sigh, you opened the passenger side door and got in.
The feeling of Yoongi’s glare in the side of your head was enough to make shivers run down your spine, yet you resolutely kept your eyes on the landscape beyond your window. Yoongi let out a low sigh before he started driving, his hands clutching the wheel much tighter than strictly necessary. After five minutes of complete silence, Yoongi decided he had to say something.
“I know you love us, and want us. Denying it is stupid, and so is ignoring us.”
He had tried his very hardest to keep the sharpness in his voice present throughout, but much to his dismay, it ebbed away at the end of his statement. No matter how hard he tried, he could not hide how hurt he had been. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand where you were coming from, he just wished the circumstances were different. In a perfect world, he or Namjoon would have met you before their father did.
Your hands were squeezing your thighs painfully to stop yourself from shaking, eyes shut to keep back the tears. You wished they didn’t know you so well. He was right, of course he was. There hadn’t been a single second since you met the boys that you hadn’t spent thinking about them, and they knew it well.
“That doesn’t matter.”
Your voice was a mere whisper, but there was no doubt that Yoongi heard it. He swerved violently, causing you to look up at him in alarm. This was the first time you had looked at him since you had entered his car. He pulled over to the side of the road and turned to you, his eyes burning so intensely that you flinched.
“Doesn’t matter? Doesn’t fucking matter? Are you dumb? Of course it fucking matters! You’re holding yourself back, making yourself unhappy by being with that prick and you’re going to tell me it doesn’t matter?”
You were trembling now, there was no hiding it. You swallowed thickly, trying to regain your senses. Not replying wasn’t an option. You closed your eyes, being well aware of the fact that looking at Yoongi would only make it harder to answer him.
“Yoongi, I can’t just-”
“Yes you can!”
He had completely given up on trying to remain calm. Both of his hands had shot out to grab yours, and they were now clasped so tightly in his hand that you briefly wondered if you ever would get them back. You looked up from your intertwined hands to his face, which proved to be the biggest mistake of your life. His eyes were brimming with tears and his bottom lip was quivering. You wanted to reach out to him, to comfort him, but you were at a complete loss for words.
“Please, Y/N, please. Please, please, please… No one is happy like this, not you, not me or Namjoon, not -”
“Your father is happy.”
Yoongi let go of your hands in favour of banging his fists against the wheel, sobbing loudly while doing so. The very air in the car had gained a thousand pounds, crushing you under its weight. You were suffocating. You tore the car door open, stumbling out into the street. The road was deserted, due to the fact that you had finished your workday much earlier than usual.
If you thought you would be given some space, you were sorely mistaken. Yoongi followed right after you, slamming his car door shut so powerfully that you fleetingly feared that he would smash the car door window. The window was intact, but it didn’t look like Yoongi was. He grabbed you by your upper arms, a crazed look in his eyes.
“That fucker is not my father, and I can guarantee you, by how little time he spends at home, he wouldn’t notice if you were dead or alive. No, he isn’t fucking happy, he’s horny. There’s a difference, and you know it.”
It would be a lie to say that his words didn’t hurt you, even though you knew it to be true. You hadn’t seen your boyfriend at all since the trip. You took a step away from Yoongi, but he took two steps forward. His grip on your arms slackened to a gentle touch, and he looked at you with so much love that you quite frankly did not know what to do with yourself.
“He is a clown, he doesn’t love you. I love you, Namjoon loves you. He doesn’t know how to touch you, to please you. I doubt he even knows what a clit is, let alone where it is. You know we can please you, you know we love you. Don’t hold back anymore, please. Let yourself be happy. Please.”
His hands had moved from your arms to your waist, pulling you closer. Your hands instinctively moved to his chest, relishing in the feeling of his warm body underneath the palms of your hands. You knew what he wanted now, he made himself perfectly clear with the way his eyes were glued to your lips. Be damned with wrong and right, be damned with your ass of a boyfriend that you hadn’t seen in months. You leaned in and kissed Yoongi.
You could have lived in this moment for the rest of your life. The reason why you had held yourself back from doing this for so long seemed so… stupid right now. No excuse in the world was good enough to deny yourself this. Yoongi was the first to pull away. It had to be that way, you would never be able to do it yourself.
“Let’s go home baby.”
Yoongi’s soft whisper brushed against your lips and you nodded softly. It didn’t feel right to speak right now. He went back to the car and opened the passenger side door before reaching his hand out towards you. You took his hand and let him help you into the car, even if it did feel a little silly.
The drive home was quiet, but it felt much easier to sit next to him now. Breathing felt easier now. An immeasurable weight had just lifted off your chest and you felt more at ease than you had in weeks. Yoongi held your hand in his throughout the entire ride. His grip didn’t hurt, but it told you quite clearly that he had no intention of letting go any time soon.
He didn't let go of you until you had parked outside your home, at which time he all but ran to get to your side to open the door for you. You let him help you out of the car with a nervous smile and suspiciously warm face, completely missing the fact that he was just as flustered as you.
If there was anyone more oblivious to the other’s predicament than the two of you, it would have to be Namjoon. He had jumped onto Yoongi the second he entered the house, talking too loud and too fast for either one of you to be able to understand what he was saying. A sheet of paper was waved in front of your faces. Yoongi yanked it out of his hand and held it still in front of you so you could read it. Namjoon watched with glee as both of your jaws dropped.
Namjoon had finished top of his class. Yoongi let go of the sheet of paper, letting it soar gently towards the ground until you snatched it up. He had grabbed Namjoon’s face with both of his hands and kissed Namjoon. Namjoon leant into Yoongi, pressing his hands against the older’s chest. There was no indication that either one of the boys still remembered you were there.
Yoongi pulled away only to lean towards Namjoon to whisper something into his ear. Namjoon’s cheeks flushed and he giggled shyly, nodding his head in agreement to Yoongi’s words. Then his eyes met yours. His smile fell, your heart exploding into a million small pieces as you watched the joy slip from his face.
He jerked in your direction before taking a step back, nibbling at his bottom lip. You cursed yourself for all you had done these past months. A fear began to creep up your body, making you feel like you were seconds from sinking into the ground and disappearing forever. Yoongi had accepted you and had zero issues with pulling you into his arms again, but would Namjoon do the same? Or had you ruined your relationship forever?
You walked up to Namjoon and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. All your fears dissipated into the air around you as he wrapped his arms around your middle, hugging you so tightly to you that it almost seemed like he was trying to fuse your bodies together. He would forgive you when you apologised, he would take you back, you knew he would.
After what seemed like centuries, you finally stepped away from each other. You could have stayed in his arms for the rest of your life. Yoongi put his hands on Namjoon’s shoulder and squeezed gently causing Namjoon to swivel on the spot. No matter how long you lived with the boys you would never stop marveling at how they were able to communicate so well without ever saying a word.
Yoongi merely raised his eyebrows and Namjoon left the room, headed towards the bedrooms. Yoongi then turned his attention to you. He placed one hand on your hips, the other on your cheek, gently caressing your face. You waited for him to say something, but he didn’t speak until after he had pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.
“I’m going to give Namjoon his… reward, I guess, for doing so well. The door will be unlocked. You are free to join us, if you want.”
“Won’t Namjoon be uncomfortable?”
He shook his head, a smile on his face. Yoongi knew perfectly well that there was nothing that would make Namjoon happier than if you decided to join them, and he found it almost laughable that you hadn’t picked up on how awestruck he really was with you. He didn’t laugh though, even if it was tempting. He would never laugh at you.
“Trust me, he would love it. I’ll leave you to think about it for a while.”
With that, he left you in favour of following Namjoon’s footsteps into the bedroom. You went into the living room and sat down on the couch, thinking things through. If this was only a question of wants and wishes, then the answer was obvious. You would join them, spend the rest of the day in bed with them. But you had to consider what had happened to get you to this point.
The boys might have forgiven you for what you had done, but had you forgiven yourself? Would you ever forgive yourself for putting all three of you in so much pain just because you were so blinded with what you perceived as right and wrong? And what would it be like if you decided to join them? They had been together for a long time, they knew each other in a way you didn’t. Would you make things awkward or, god forbid, ruin things completely if you entered that bedroom?
You would never know if you didn’t try. You got to your feet, and with wobbly legs, you began making your way towards the bedroom. When you were standing in front of the door you found that reaching for the doorknob and opening the door was a lot harder to do than expected. You needed a moment to calm yourself, and you rested your head against the cool door. After counting to ten, you pushed yourself upright and opened the door. The sight that met you made your head spin.
Namjoon was sitting on the bed facing the door, but he hadn’t spotted you. His eyes were shut and his head was thrown back, loud moans spilling uncontrollably out of him. The sounds he was making were so obscene that even the filthiest porn star would become flustered when hearing it. You clenched your legs together and bit down on your lips to stop from whimpering.
The cause of Namjoon’s pleasure could not be more obvious. Yoongi was sitting on his knees on the floor, situated so perfectly between Namjoon’s legs that you would have thought he was meant to be there all the time. Yoongi’s lips were wrapped around Namjoon’s cock, gagging and gurgling lewdly. Namjoon hadn’t noticed a thing, but Yoongi must have heard the door open, because he pulled back and turned to look at you.
You had to stop yourself from protesting when Yoongi pulled away. It felt wrong for Yoongi to not be between his legs. Namjoon whined loudly and looked at Yoongi, his eyes furrowed in confusion. He pushed on Yoongi’s shoulder, clearly frustrated. Yoongi let out a snort and titled his head in your direction, which finally made Namjoon notice you.
He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Now that Yoongi had moved out of the way, you had a clear view of Namjoon. All of Namjoon. His long cock was resting against the tan skin of his stomach. His shoulders were heaving and you could see the sheen of sweat on his chest and face from the doorway.
Something deep within your stomach was burning. It moved rapidly throughout you, consuming you. Nothing outside of this bedroom existed, and if it did, it was certainly not worth your attention. You realised that the fire inside you hadn’t consumed you, it had become you. There was only one thing you wanted, and you would be damned if you didn’t get it.
You moved swiftly to Namjoon, pressing your lips firmly against his in a kiss. Namjoon moaned into your mouth, his hands on your hips. His hands felt bigger than they ever had before as his fingers dug into your flesh. Wild fantasies about those large hands lifting you against the wall before he pounded into you clouded your mind, but you knew that wouldn’t be happening tonight. Not that you minded, you were more than willing to settle for the bed right now.
Yoongi moved up behind you and tugged on your shirt. You pulled away from the kiss for half a moment to yank your shirt off before leaning in to kiss Namjoon again. Yoongi undid the clasp on your bra and helped push it down your arms. He then roamed his hands over your back, massaging at your skin at random.
The hand on your hip moved to your chest, Namjoon grabbing your boob and squeezing it tenderly. He swallowed your moans as Yoongi began kissing up and down your back, his hot, wet mouth doing nothing to quell the burning inside you. His hand moved smoothly over your stomach, down to your jeans, unbuttoning them before yanking them downwards. You ignored this for the most part, too caught up in Namjoon’s lips and hands. It wasn’t until Yoongi gave you a hard smack on your ass that you stepped out the pants that pooled around your ankles. You then pushed Namjoon down onto his back before climbing onto the bed yourself.
Your clothed crotch grinded against his cock, and you both moaned at the sensation. Namjoon moved one hand back to your hip, trying to pull you back down to repeat the move, but something stopped you in your tracks.
Yoongi had placed his hand on your hips to stop you from repeating the move. An instant before you turned to scold him, he grabbed your panties and pulled them down. The cold air against your warm and soaked folds made you shiver. Namjoon paid it no mind, his hips still bucking upwards in an attempt to get more friction.
Yoongi pressed the ruined panties against his face and breathed deeply, letting out a loud moan. His head leaned back and he held your soiled panties to his face as if it was his last lifeline. Namjoon, who had been watching Yoongi’s lewd actions over your shoulder, began whining at once, his hand reaching for the panties.
A look in Yoongi’s eyes told you quite clearly that he wasn’t pleased with how loud and demanding Namjoon was being. He quelled the younger’s complaints by shoving the panties into his mouth. A loud moan made his chest vibrate and the muscles around your crotch clenched when you heard Namjoon sucking on your panties, groaning in pleasure all the while.
A warm nose swiped against your folds, causing you to lose your balance and lean forward to rest your head on Namjoon’s chest. You exhaled shakily,and Namjoon quivered at the sensation of your breath against the warm, sweaty skin of his neck. Namjoon moved quickly, his hand massaging your breasts as Yoongi finally took you into his mouth. You cried out in pleasure as his tongue swirled against your sensitive skin and sucked on your clit, your mind only becoming more jumbled up as Namjoon rolled your nipples between his fingers.
“I thought… I thought this was supposed to be- ah! To be Namjoon’s reward.”
Speaking was a difficult feat due to the intense pleasure, and neither one of the boys had seemed interested in slowing down, let alone stopping their ministrations to let you speak. Because of this, your voice had been breathy to a point near unintelligibility and your stuttering made it virtually impossible to finish the sentence. The boys laughed at your struggles, and Yoongi’s low, deep chuckle made vibrations move through your genitals. You trembled and Yoongi had to place his hands on your hips to stop you from squirming out of his reach.
“Hmmm, Y/N… You are my reward, and I’ll be damned if I don’t treat my reward nicely.”
Namjoon had pulled your panties out of his mouth to answer you. He threw your panties off the bed and grabbed you by the back of your neck to pull you closer to him. His lips hit your neck first, then your cheeks, then finally where you wanted them the most; your lips. You only got to kiss for half a second before Yoongi grabbed your hips harshly and threw you onto the bed.
Before you could protest, he had manhandled you onto your hands and knees. He was equally rough as he grabbed Namjoon to get on his knees in front of you. You knew what Yoongi had intended right away, so you grabbed Namjoon’s dick and put it into your mouth. Namjoon moaned loudly, tangling his fingers in your hair. His cock tasted salty, but it wasn’t something you hadn’t expected.
Yoongi’s trailed his hand up and down your back as he his crotch up with yours. Shivers ran down through your body in anticipation to what was coming next. His thumb ran up and down your folds, briefly pushing into your vagina and swirling around. You pushed your hips backwards while whining, desperate for more stimulation. Yoongi answered your moans with a sharp slap on your ass, grabbing onto your flesh and forcing you to stop moving.
Yoongi grasped your hips tightly in his hands before he slammed into you. You moaned loudly around Namjoon’s cock, making vibrations run through his crotch. Namjoon hissed and tugged hard on your hair, which elicited yet another moan. He was nearly delirious with pleasure, his eyes shut tight as he moved his hips.
It seemed that Yoongi didn’t want to be left out, as he didn’t waste a second, moving his hips hard and fast against yours, over and over again. One of his hands was on your ass, keeping a firm grip on it to hold you still while he fucked into you while the other hand was reaching beneath you, rubbing your clit. There was no need for you to move at all to suck Namjoon off, due to both Yoongi’s ruthless pace and Namjoon’s wild thrusting into your mouth.
The boys realised you were close to the edge before you realised it yourself. Your thighs were shaking and your head was spinning, moans spilling unabashedly out from your mouth. You would have worried that the neighbours heard you if it wasn’t for the fact that every sound you made was muffled by Namjoon’s dick.
Your orgasm hit you hard and caused you to arch your back and your vision to go blurry. Both of the boys slowed down their pace to help you get through your orgasm. They knew it was over when you pulled Namjoon’s cock out of your mouth and slumped onto the bed, breathing heavily.
You were exhausted. You closed your eyes and tried to block out the sound of Namjoon and Yoongi helping each other reach their peak so you could rest a bit. Their cum hit your on your back, but you didn’t feel like making a big deal out of it. The boys laid down next to you, both of them moving their hands up and down your body and massaging it wherever they felt like it.
“You did really well, angel.”
If you had more energy, then you would probably have scoffed. The way you saw it, you had barely done anything at all. You hadn’t even made them cum. A feeling of guilt settled within the pit of your stomach. In theory, there had really been no reason for you to be there at all. You hadn’t done anything except from cumming loudly around their cocks. You felt a bit ashamed of yourself, but you decided it would be best to keep this to yourself. It went without saying that sharing this secret would not end well.
After about fifteen minutes, the three of you decided it would be best to get cleaned up. The three of you piled into the shower, giggling all the while. Without ever saying a word regarding it, both of the boys had decided that you were unable to clean yourself and they had to do it for you. This went exactly the way you had expected, with your chest and hips more vigorously cleaned than any other part of your body.
It wasn’t until Namjoon started circling your clit that you realised how far they were willing to go. Yoongi, seeing how Namjoon’s touch affected you, did not want to be left out. He grabbed your breasts and massaged them, relishing in the soft sighs you let out. You remembered how unimportant you had been in your encounter moments ago, and you decided that this would be the perfect opportunity to make up for it.
You reached for both of their cocks, wrapping your hands tenderly around them and jerking them off at a slow pace. The reactions were immediate. Yoongi hissed and placed his hands on your shoulders to steady himself as he began thrusting into your hand. Namjoon, still sensitive from his previous orgasm, whined and writhed against your touch. You briefly loosened your grip on Namjoon to see if he wanted to pull away, but all he did was whine even more loudly.
It didn’t take long until Namjoon came, all but yelling as his cum hit your back. He leaned his head against your shoulder and took deep, steadying breaths. Yoongi followed not long after, grabbing your tit and squeezing almost painfully hard as he came on your stomach. The three of you were back where you started, but you didn’t mind. You could have stayed in this shower with the boys from the rest of your life.
The glint in Yoongi’s eye told you that he wouldn’t let this favour go unrepaid. He fell to his knees and pulled your legs apart, pushing his face against your crotch. You were ready to get lost in his touch when you heard a knock on the bathroom door. You all froze until you heard Mr Park’s voice call out.
Namjoon moved to get out of the shower, but you pushed him back in. You placed a finger on your lips, telling them to keep quiet. A fluffy towel wrapped around your wet body was the only protection you had as you opened the door a couple of inches to look out into the hallway.
Mr Park grinned at you and leaned in to kiss you. You kissed back, ignoring how the taste of his lips made your stomach churn. When you pulled back, you expected him to take a step back, to keep a comfortable distance. He did not do this. What he did instead made your skin crawl. He tugged at your towel, all while talking loudly about having shower sex with you.
You felt your blood turn into ice as there was a loud ruckus behind you. One of the boys had knocked over something, most likely in annoyance or jealousy. Mr Park tried to open the door wider to take a look into the bathroom, but you pushed hard against his chest. The look on his face told you quite plainly that you would be kicked out into the street if you didn’t have a good excuse as to why you had shoved him away.
A girly giggle, a wide grin and your arms pressed together to make your cleavage more visible, and Mr Park was sated. His hand trailed down your bare arm and you prayed that he would put this all to rest, that he would leave you alone. Someone up there must have heard you, as Mr Park told you he had hired a private chef and that the four of you would be eating dinner together. After this announcement, he left you to get ready.
The bathroom door was promptly slammed shut and you turned to glare at whoever it was that had made the noise that had nearly ruined everything. Namjoon smiled sheepishly at you, a bottle of shampoo at his feet. You sighed, but decided there was no reason to get mad. Everything had turned out alright in the end.
You towelled yourself dry before you walked out of the bathroom to get dressed. The three of you decided it would be best if you left first, because Mr Park already knew you were in there. Once you had gotten dressed, you went back to the bathroom to get the boys so they knew the coast was clear before they left the room. They entered their own bedrooms to get dressed, which proved to be a slight challenge as all of Namjoon’s clothes were in Yoongi’s room.
After a while, all three of you were dressed and headed downstairs to the dining room. The table was set beautifully and the most mouthwatering food you had ever seen was adorning the table. You moved to sit down, but Mr Park stopped you by raising his hand. All three of you looked at him in surprise.
“Now, I know you’re all hungry, but there is something I want to say first. Now, don’t look so glum, Namjoon. We all know that you need the food least of all.
Both you and Yoongi bristled at the unprovoked comment about Namjoon’s weight, but neither one of you said anything. It broke your heart to see Namjoon look down at the floor with a trembling bottom lip, but there was nothing you could do now to make him feel better. You kept your mouth shut, hoping it would make Mr Park say whatever he wanted to say quicker.
“If there is one thing my sons know, it is that I have never been good with women. Well, that’s a lie, I’m incredible with women. The thing I’m bad at is relationships. Boys, you remembered how it used to be here. Sluts and whores walking in and out of the house whenever they felt like it.”
You looked over at the boys to see if they understood where this was going. They looked just as confused as you felt, which made you feel slightly better about the situation. You could clearly see that Namjoon’s jaw was clenched, the angry tick telling you that he, too, had been affronted with the terms Mr Park had used to describe the women he had had sexual encounters with in the past.
“That was until I met you, Y/N. You have changed me to a better man, and has made me realise that I don’t want to just fuck every pretty girl I see. I want a real relationship, a long lasting relationship and I want commitment. To me, to our family, to everything we own and everything we are. So, Y/N, will you be my wife?”
Time had stopped. Mr Park had gotten on one knee and was staring up at you with eyes wide with hope. In his hand was a small, velvet box with a diamond ring inside. You looked over at Namjoon and Yoongi, and the same devastation you felt in your heart was mirrored on their face.
You didn’t want to say yes. Of course you didn’t want to say yes. If the time you had spent as Mr Park’s girlfriend had taught you anything, it was that your world didn’t revolve around the sun, nor the moon, nor your job and certainly not Mr Park. The centre of your universe was the boys, and saying yes to Mr Park would go against your very being.
Yet, you had to thank Mr Park for everything you now loved. You would never have met the boys if you hadn’t started dating him, you wouldn’t have gotten to go on the three week long vacation and you would definitely not be living in such a grandiose house if it wasn’t for him. Rejecting his marriage proposal would no doubt get you kicked out of this house and would end with all the luxuries and privileges given to you being ripped away. Could you really give up this lifestyle after having lived so comfortably for so long?
Mr Park was now looking at you with uncertainty. He had most likely assumed that you would have yelled out “yes!” right away and jumped into his arms with joy. The boys looked uncertain too. They had feared that you would say yes, but your hesitation did nothing to quell their worries. Namjoon looked like he was at the verge of tears and you could see Yoongi trembling with repressed rage. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You had come to a decision. You opened your eyes again and looked directly into Mr Park’s eyes.
Yoongi x Namjoon, Reader x Yoongi, Reader x Namjoon
Stepmom au
!This teaser includes NSFW contents!
If you didn’t know any better, you would have guessed that his hand had a mind of its own. His fingers slowly moved downwards, yet his eyes never left yours. You gulped when you felt his fingertips grace softly against your clothed crotch. You knew this was wrong, you knew you should push away his hand before getting to your feet, screaming at him and storming out.
But you didn’t get up, you didn’t scream at him and you couldn’t even imagine storming out now. You grabbed his wrist as his thumb pressed firmly against your crotch. Yoongi raised his eyebrows, silently asking you if you wanted him to move his hand. You shook your head infinitesimally before moving your hips slightly, pressing his hand harder against your crotch.
He hadn’t expected it, and if you were honest with yourself, you had never expected it yourself. Yoongi’s eyes were wide, but he made it perfectly clear that he did not mind. His hand wandered slightly upwards and you felt a jolt of disappointment. That was until his fingers began fiddling with the hem of your tights. You gulped as his fingers made their way into your pants and brushed gently against your cotton panties.
Trigger Warning(s): Mentions of religion or lack thereof, blood, murder, idk how the human body works, (unknown) consumption of blood, manipulation, stalking, male masturbation (again, horribly written), Namjoon is an asshole, and musical terms because i play music rip, minor character death, slight gore. it gets really shitty towards the end. i’m sorry
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