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[H/C] BTS If You Tease Them in Public

A/N: This is a shorter drabble piece/headcanon as I have a busy week this week! Genre: 18+ (Minors DNI!), Smut/Suggestive How would BTS react if you teased them in public?

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Kim Seokjin

He'd get a bit flustered if you tried to tease him in public. Most of your relationship was wholesome and behind closed doors, but if you tried to bring it into the public eye, he'd get a bit shy. In private when he's in control he's flirtatious, and a bit fun, but if you take the reins, he's a blushing mess.

Especially if you went to just squeeze his ass; something as simple as that can make him practically melt in public. He's definitely a hardcore switch in that sense, he'd give up a bit of dominance if you took it from him. Although he wouldn't show that in public!

"Y/N!" he'd just gasp and turn all red, hiding away shyly.

Secretly, though, he's about to pull you behind some doors and show you what it did to him.

Kim Namjoon

He'd be pissed, but not in the 'I'm genuinely angry at you way', in the 'I'm going to punish you when we get home' way. The entire night he'd be sending daggers at you, even if it was a single comment that you had whispered in his ear. If it was enough to get him riled up and wanting more, he'd be mad that he couldn't have you right then and there. Plus, he'd know you were very aware of what his reaction would be.

"As soon as we're home you're going to get much more than you asked for, baby," He'd whisper in your ear, hand rising a little under your shirt just a bit to tease you back, before going off to what he was doing again.

Min Yoongi

He wouldn't show it, at all. To the point, at first, you weren't even sure if he was phased at all by the teasing. Maybe he didn't get the suggestive nature or notice how you were eating the ice cream, making dead eye contact with him as you did. But by the time you were going home you were pinned right up against the cool metal of the car, him growling angrily into your ear. "You're getting it later." Fic based on this

Jung Hoseok

There was no way you were going to get away with teasing. Moreso- there was no way you were going to win it. He'd tease you right back with ten times more force, both of you pushing the limits of 'How acceptable is this PDA?' It would start with you just touching his shirt, lifting it the tiniest bit with your finger during a quick peck. So he, knowing what you were trying to do, would rest his hand on your lower back. Soon it would turn into a game of who could push the other; whose breaking point would be reached first?

Spoiler Alert: It's yours as soon as his hand started basically going down your pants under the table, reaching close to the straps of your underwear as you just blurted that you had to go to the bathroom, Hoseok followed close behind.

Park Jimin

This man is the king of teasing.

As soon as you tease him, he's going to tease you ten times harder back, making you number one on the annoying PDA couple list. But one thing that really got him was the time you two were hanging out with Taehyung.

There was no room left on the couch, so he sat on the floor in front of you. Soon enough, his head found himself between your thighs. You'd tighten them around his head.

"What, are you into getting crushed by thighs?" You'd tease him.

"Only yours" he would smirk and then put his hands on either side of them, squeezing them.

Kim Taehyung would follow with a gag.

Kim Taehyung

He'd play it off as a silly little joke. You'd tease him once, and he'd laugh it off. You'd tease him twice, and he'd hesitantly laugh it off, but you could tell his facade was shaking a tiny bit, finding it harder to keep his cool more and more. However, he has a threshold that can only take so much before he pins you up against the wall, not giving a single shit about who was watching. "I let you go the first couple of times baby, but this is getting ridiculous" he'd whisper, practically by your ear, reaching down and kissing your neck with a peck, "Stop it before I have to take you into the bathroom and fuck you so loud everyone here will know how you acted tonight."

Jeon Jungkook

He'd be a bit shy at first from the teasing. He's a bit nervous in terms of public affection and would prefer to keep your relationship to yourselves, especially to save him from the teasing of other members. But, once he's more comfortable in the relationship, and you decide to tease him in public, he's a light switch.

Depending on which way you flick him, he can become a needy puddle in your arms in a second. That, or he can pin you up against a wall and tell you to knock it off. It all depends on if you're begging for him, or threatening him.

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hello writer!! how are you? how was your day? remember to drink water ✨️✨️

Hi! I'm doing alright, I've had a very busy week so I haven't gotten much writing time which is a bit sad :( ++ lots of medical shit which isn't fun! Today was a good day though, currently, I'm in a theatre production and we're in our tech week. Today was our last day of it! Super excited about that. Will drink some water and I hope your day was going good too! :)

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Late Night Drive (Yoongi x Reader)

Rating: 18+ (MDNI)

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut, PWNP

Contains: Dom!Yoongi, Oral (m. and f. receiving), Slight Breeding Kink, Slight Degradation, Slight Exhibition

Synopsis: Y/N was extremely teasing. Both were impatient, so the car would have to do.

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It took him two seconds getting into the car.

“We’re going home,” he growled, turning the key and flipping on the headlights as he drove down the road.

“Baby,” she whined, looking over to Yoongi.

The entire night she had been playing a game of cat and mouse with her boyfriend. (Y/N), the entire night, was fully aware of the glances that Yoongi kept giving her throughout the night while she sat through the double date they had planned with Jungkook and his girlfriend. By the first round of drinks, her hand had rested on Yoongi’s thigh. By the main course, it was reaching further and further up into the inter thigh, resting there, a pinky grazing upon a bulge that was beginning to grow.

Yoongi was madly pissed about it, not even words could fully explain how truly pissed he was. She was not going to get away with acting like that in public, Yoongi wouldn’t allow it for a second.

During the meal, he had grabbed her hand, forcing it back down, and squishing her thigh between his big hand.

“Just wait until we get home.”

By the time they found themselves in the car, Yoongi’s grip on the steering wheel as he kept his eyes directly on the road was so rough his knuckles had gone white.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) had began to occupy herself. She was begging for it the entire night, and her clit was practically pulsing underneath her panties, begging for attention. She even picked out the beautiful velvety red ones that she knew Yoongi liked more than any other pair.

“Can’t you just pull over?” She begged again, “I know you want it as bad as I do,” she pleaded.

“You’re so fucking desperate,” he scoffed, not even parting eyes to her again, “Did all of this just to rile me up? Did you even want to go on the date with Jungkook or just sleep with me.”

“You know I love date nights with you, Yoongs,” (Y/N) mumbled, reaching to move her legs up against the dashboard, her heels coming off as well, “I just thought the stars were pretty enough to fuck under.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows furrowed as he sharply inhaled. (Y/N) knew that sentence got him good.

“Fucking hell,” he whispered under his breath, but still kept driving.

Now begging for a release, (Y/N) slowly reached her hand underneath the fabric of her tight black dress; it had begun to rise up due to her legs being kicked upwards. Underneath Yoongi could see out of the corner of his eyes the red peaking out from beneath, the stark contrast.

“Are you sure you want to wait until we get home?” She whispered, “It wouldn’t be as fun then.”

Yoongi moved and slowed down his driving a bit, it was late at night so there were practically no cars out. One hand tightened his grip on the steering wheel, while the other moved to grasp onto (Y/N)’s raised thigh.

She let out a soft moan as he grabbed onto it, purposefully raising the dress a bit more with her index finger.

“You even dressed all pretty underneath for me?” He whispered, “I don’t even have to fully look to know how fucking desperate your face must look right now. You just want me to finger you here right in this car, huh?”

She let out a soft moan to affirm, and Yoongi let out a growl in return.

His index finger reached around to hook around the fabric of the red panties, which were now completely soaked with anticipation. The forefront of the finger reached around to lap up how wet she truly was, before moving upwards towards her clit to rub in small circles.

“How long were you sitting there this fucking wet?” he mumbled.

“The entire dinner.” She responded with a moan as she spread her legs a bit, however the car restricted her movement a lot as she pulled her legs back, allowing Yoongi a pretty view that would tease him to have to miss.

“Surprised you didn’t get the whole seat soaked,” He mumbled as he reached around and added his middle finger into the mix, rubbing faster.

“Yoongi,” she moaned out as he did, her head throwing backwards.

He paused for a second, reaching over to the radio and completely shutting it down. Usually they would have few words on a night home and just listen to music and enjoy the ride together. Not now, however. Yoongi wanted to hear everything.

Soon he dove back in, and inserted both fingers swiftly. He was skilled with them to say the least, having lots of experience, especially particularly with what (Y/N) liked. Of course, she preferred him eating her out, but this would do.

“Ah, more,” She moaned.

Yoongi was able to hold quite a fast speed with his other hand while he multitasked on the road and her. She had been so wet, she barely needed any preparation, and he slicked by inside of her with no restriction.

“I can’t give you more until you get home, but at this point I’m not sure you deserve it.” He growled.

“I do!” She responded, “Please, I want you to fuck me right now!”

A beat. Yoongi went faster as her moans grew more desperate, the pleasure sinking into her stomach at how aggressively Yoongi had began to finger her. That pace was a sure sign that he was getting equally as sexually frustrated at her teasing, and taking it out on her.

With a swift turn, he pulled over to the side of the abandoned road, unbuckling himself and pulling her seat back.

“Get in the back right now,” he growled, moving back there as he climbed over the dash.

(Y/N) smiled with satisfaction of getting what she wanted, and head eagerly back, leaving the panties behind.

“You couldn’t fucking wait ten minutes,” He said as he grabbed her wrists, pinning her down horizontally across the back seats, pushing himself over her.

A rush of excitement went down her spine as she laid under Yoongi’s cold gaze.

“Neither could you,” She smirked, when Yoongi suddenly inserted both his fingers again into her, returning at such a pace that cut her snarkiness off.

“What’s the word?” he grumbled, going faster.

“Ah- ah- snow globe!” she moaned out, barely able to let it off her tongue at the sudden return of pleasure from him.

“Good,” he said, “Because I’m going to fuck you over and over until you’re barely able to walk out of this car.”

Yoongi leaned down and connected his lips hungrily underneath the dress. He licked down at her, still fingering her in such a pace that the stimulation of his warm tongue, contrasted to the ignored clit sent her legs shaking. He lapped at it with such a ferocity that her hips began to shake with the stimulation. However, he quickly restricted the movement by pinning her hips with his other (now free) hand.

“I’m going to-“

“No”

He backed off so fast, (Y/N) got a wave of whiplash, gasping as she reached her hips up at Yoongi, begging for more unconsciously. Her clit was a shimmery pretty red at the attention, the arousal only greedy for more.

“God,” he whispered, “You’re so needy,”

“You love me.” She smirked.

“I do,” he responded, “So fucking much. But no sweet talk is going to escape you from this punishment.”

Slowly he reached down and pulled down his pants, struggling against his bulge a bit as he sprung out, the tip equally as red and needy.

“This is hardly a punishment,” (Y/N) smiled, “You clearly need this as much as I do”

“Stop talking or else I’ll make you shut up,”

“Make me.”

He moved upwards, and connected the tip of his dick to her lips. She barely had any time to register what he wanted before it was shoved in between her lips, forcing her mouth open as her eyes widened.

“Choke on it, see what talking back gets you.”

(Y/N) closed her eyes as she took Yoongi in her mouth, runnng her tongue over his tip while she got the opportunity. Any more was shut down however as soon as he started thrusting into her mouth, almost making her gag for a second.

“Try to talk now.” he said, continuing to thrust as spit began to dribble down the corner of (Y/N)’s mouth.

(Y/N) at any moment knew she could just tap her hand against his side and he’d stop, but she was enjoying it. She kept lapping up Yoongi as much as she possibly could, her tongue running along him at whatever chance she got within the reckless thrusts. That was pretty little, however.

Soon, he pulled out, a kiss connecting them both still together as spit ran down (Y/N)’s face for a moment before Yoongi wiped it off.

“I don’t have a condom in here,” Yoongi groaned.

“I don’t care,” (Y/N) said, meeting eyes with Yoongi, “Please,”

After that however, soon Yoongi was aligning himself at her entrance, shoving himself in. A moan released from (Y/N)’s mouth.

“Finally,” she moaned out.

Yoongi scoffed as he thrusted into her, not even giving her time to adjust as he pushed himself in. There was no restriction however, as (Y/N) was so eager that even a lack of lube couldn’t even stop them either.

“Yoongi!” she moaned, “God you feel so good,”

“You do too,” he said before leaning over her ear, “And I’m going to fuck you and watch my cum drip out of you since that’s all you wanted tonight.”

His thrusts got faster at the idea, and (Y/N) only grew more excited. Her hands reached over to his back, nails digging in as her thighs began to shake.

“Please, I want that so bad,” she moaned.

It wasn’t before long she got exactly what she wanted. Yoongi’s thrusts got more reckless as he felt himself on edge.

“Are you sure?” he asked one last time, “I’m about to come,”

“Yes!” She moaned, her legs shaking again.

Yoongi finally snapped as he coated the inside of (Y/N), riding it out with slow rhythmic thrusts. As soon as he pulled out, (Y/N) went through her own orgasm. Her voice broke into a high pitch as she came, squirting onto Yoongi’s stomach. He minded little.

“You’re so pretty,” He whispered as he looked down at her.

Throughout the ordeal, her boobs peaked out the top of her dress, haven fallen out, and she was glistening with sweat, legs spread and black dress stained with the white that was dripping out of her entrance. Her eyes were fucked out, but still meeting Yoongi’s. Her mouth sat agape, trying to catch her breath.

“I needed that,” she smiled, laughing out a bit. “See what I mean the stars were pretty enough to fuck under now?”

“Shut up, because you’re only going to get your real punishment when you get home.” Yoongi said, climbing back into the front seat, zipping up his pants. His own hair stuck to his forehead as he drove back home.

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[H/C] BTS When You're Sick

A/N: I have some big things coming up for Chronicles of Hollow House if you like spooky month definitely check it out!

Pairing: BTS x GN!Reader

Synopsis: You're stuck at home sick, but your boyfriend is very happy to take care of you.

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Kim Seokjin

You hadn't even gone out of bed that morning after he shuffled himself out to get ready for the day. Usually, you would be the first riser in the relationship, so when he slept in without being awoken by a good morning kiss he had his suspicions.

It wasn't until he came over, pecking your face all over with kisses that you woke up.

"(Y/N)," he mumbled over and over again to get you to wake up from your slumber. "(Y/N)"

Your head pounded as you came back to your senses.

"Jin?" you groaned, you felt sweat basically coating your entire body.

"Goodmorning lovely," he said, placing a bowl of soup into your lap.

"Get out, you're going to get sick," You tried your best to shoo him away as he ran his fingers to push back your hair from your face.

"I'm fine with that!" he smiled, "Now eat your soup, I made it with love!"

Kim Namjoon

You had been over the toilet for two hours trying to compose yourself.

"(Y/N), just let me in please," Namjoon begged, rapping his knuckles at the door to try to get you to finally let him in.

"No!" You insisted before gagging again, still holding yourself over.

You had too much pride to let your boyfriend see you throwing up, hunched over. Not to mention, still in your pjs, drenched head to toe in sweat.

"(Y/N), please," he said, "Just unlock the door!"

In reality, he was just extremely worried for you and wanted to be there for you. Eventually, after some stubbornness, you flushed the toilet and unlocked the door. He came bursting through and sat by next to you.

"Hey, hey, dear, do you think you're done for now?" he asked, running over and playing with her hair.

"I don't want you to see me like this," you moaned out resting your head, "But yeah,"

"It's okay," he said gently, leaning over and kissing you on the forehead, "Let's run you a shower okay?"

Min Yoongi

"Why didn't you tell me?"

He was fuming a little bit. Maybe a lot-a-bit.

You sat on the couch, barely able to move as you held an ice pack against your forehead. You had gone down with an awful fever and asked Namjoon to buy you some aspirin. Namjoon was the next best option since you didn't really want to ask Yoongi and bother him while he was working.

So there he stood with a bag from the closest drugstore, phone in the other hand.

"RM told you," You asked barely able to raise your voice above a whisper, your voice hoarse.

"Yes, he did tell me," Yoongi said before bringing over a cup of tea to sip, "Take some"

"Sorry," You mumbled out, now that he had calmed down a bit, "I didn't want to ruin-"

He immediately shut you up by coving your mouth and shaking his head.

"It's fine, save your voice." he moved to sit over and hug you.

Jung Hoseok

"Asprin, water, cough drops-" he kept listing of a ton of things, "Cuddles, hugs, all of it, you want it I got it,"

You had woken up a bit under the weather. Your eyes were itchy and your throat was a bit scratchy, but that was all because of some springtime allergies. Yet, Hoseok was taking it to the next level to assure your care.

"It's okay," You tried to reassure your frantic boyfriend, reaching out for his hand.

"But I want to help you feel better," he insisted leaning down and kissing you quickly on the nose. "So please let me,"

"Fine, you can help me by..." you paused for a second thinking, "Giving me some cuddles."

"Done." he jumped in bed and opened his arms, wrapping you in his arms as you sneezed again, doing your best to face away from him.

"Ah-" he laughed before kissing you on the forehead, "Dirty water"

Park Jimin

You two were practicing your dance routine together. It had been a couple of days since starting, and you two were doing a ton of hard work to get the dance right.

"Okay, let's go back," Jimin said, grabbing some water and taking a sip, "To the 3rd count"

You nodded, standing up again, that part had some difficult footwork that you had been working on a lot. He turned on the music as you two started again.

"One two three four, two two three four-" he counted out loud, and you two had a jump switch. However, once you did it, you landed on it wrong.

You felt your ankle flip between your fall as you landed, feeling a sharp snap!

"Ow," you moaned out as you gripped your ankle, not moving off the ground, feeling the pain slowly burn upwards.

"(Y/N)!" he yelled going to your side, and lifting you upwards, "Oh- your ankle, love," he whispered, "Careful,"

He slowly helped you up onto your side.

"I'll bring you to urgent care" he insisted, helping you up.

"What about the dance?"

"Forget the dance," he scoffed, "I'm going to make sure your ankle is okay first!

Kim Taeyhung

"I'm not letting you go if you like it or not!" he said, hugging you.

You had been sick from the flu and insisted that Taehyung needed to keep his space to make sure that he didn't get sick. But he blatantly ignored your pleas.

"Baby," you insisted looking down at him, "You can't get sick, the others will kill you,"

"Let me die then!" he said hugging you still, leaning up to put his head in the nook of your neck.

"You're so dramatic," you said as you hugged him tighter, giving in the love.

"I'm not letting go until I hug you back to health," he said rubbing your back.

It would be a miracle if he didn't also get sick, but he'd rather you not be alone while you were sick either.

Jeon Jungkook

You had been waiting for Jungkook to get home from work, curled up in his side of the bed. Earlier you had called out of work because your head hurt too much, Jungkook always got up much earlier than you so he didn't even realize.

Jungkook also, on the other hand, came home before you, so when he came into the room to take a nap;

"Aaah!" he yelled in surprise when he saw you curled up in bed, "oh my god you scared me, did you get out of work early?"

"No," you let out, your voice hoarse.

"Oh!" he said as he moved over and sat on your side of the bed, removing the blankets from your face to see you, "Baby, next time your sick call me, I could have come home."

You shrugged as you closed your eyes again, tucking your head back into the bed to ignore the light that made your head pound even more.

"What's wrong?"

"Migraine" you mumbled, shaking your head, "Throat too,"

"I'll be back in a minute then," he said leaning down and kissing your forehead, "I'll go pick up some stuff for you. Go back to bed love,"

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Let it be known: Kim Seokjin has devestated my night by releasing Astronaut and making me cry

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Needy (Jungkook x Reader)

Pairing: Switch!Jungkook x Switch!Fem!Reader Genre: Smut (MDNI) Contains: Phone sex, mutual masturbation Synopsis: Jungkook has been missing Y/N for a while, two months was too long to go without her. He gets an opportunity when she texts him. W/C: 2.5k AO3 Link ════════════════════════════════════

Jungkook was mad, knees deep in love. He was suffocating in the feeling, feeling it begin to choke him downwards. His love was a brume of emotions blocking his emotions, so intense that he couldn’t see any rationality in front of him.

Six months. Six, long, atrociously dreary months that he had to wait until he could see her again. He just wanted her to be near him, in front of him. He’d do anything to have that. He missed everything he had once.

He had adored everything about her. The taste of her lips, the way she parted them when she laughed. The cute things she liked to collect simply because they had meaning to her. The way she’d stumble over small objects sometimes. The fact that she would entertain him and scorn him at the same time. He longed for the nights you two would take off your shoes and just dance in his room, alone, to a vinyl record.

Your tongue was an eternity to him. The ethereality of his nights with you lingered among his dreams and deepest desires. His legacy was to be alongside you through thick and thin.

Why did fate have to bring you apart for so long? Why did they have to go on tour?

“Jungkook,” Yoongi snapped, violently pulling him out of the haze.

“Sorry,” He said sheepishly as he drew back to the present time, the rest of the members surrounding him.

“You need some water?” Hoseok asked handing it over to him, “You’ve been out of it all day.”

“Just have a headache,” he made an excuse as he looked at him, “Can I rest for a bit?”

Namjoon raised his eyebrow at Hoseok, a bit concerned for Jungkook. He nodded anyways.

“Thank you,” Jungkook said, grabbing his phone and bag, and putting it in his pocket as he head out the door.

He head to his dorm and flopped down on the bed, his phone falling to the side, opening up with the force. The lock screen was a photo of him and (Y/N). Everything reminded him of her, every part of him wanted her. He picked up the phone and tapped into his photo albums, scrolling through the album labeled ‘(Y/N) <3’.

Photos of them swiped through the screen, and he watched sighing. Some photos were cute candid photos he took of her during dates, such as when they were baking and had flour all over her nose. Others were goofy photos she took up close. As he scrolled through he suddenly came to an abrupt stop, his face going a bit red as he watched the photo slide onto the screen.

(Y/N), sitting on her bed, mirror in front of her. She was lifting Jungkook’s shirt, which had teasingly been put on; the fabric was strictly in between her teeth. No bra, her boobs hanging out and perky in the reflection of the mirror. Her shorts were barely covering anything. Her other hand propped herself back.

Jungkook bit his lip as he looked at the photo, he didn’t even remember saving that photo in his photo album. As he looked at it, he felt his stomach churn a bit, his pants getting tighter at the sight in front of him.

“Jungkook!” (Y/N) cried, laid back against the bed, mouth agape as she tried to regain herself.

He stood, in front of her, deep within her as he thrusted into her unrelentlessly.

“Say it louder,” Jungkook moaned, tightly holding her upwards against the bed as he rocked his hips at a fast pace.

(Y/N) laid under him, her hands reached up to cup her breasts, holding them upwards in place to prevent them from rocking. Jungkook laid on top of her, sweating dripping down his forehead. His tattooed hand grazed along her side, partially holding her down with it. Meanwhile, his hair fell forward against his face, looking down and ravishing in her.

“Jungkook!” she yelled through her moans, not even keeping her eyes opened as she did.

He let out a moan that melted into a deep rasp as he leaned his head forward. Their foreheads practically touched.

“You’re so hot,” he whispered, his lips connecting with hers in a desperate attempt at contact. He forced his way in without warning as he explored her mouth. The kiss was sloppy, mashing together feverishly.

Jungkook felt as though if he was away from her for just one second, he would die.

“You’re mine (Y/N), and only mine, you hear me?” he whispered into her ear as they parted mouthed, his red lips grazing against her cheek.

“I’m all yours,” She whispered back, her hand reaching up to pull at the back of his head, “I always will be.”

Jungkook moaned quietly as he bit his lip, his hand down at his pants. He palmed himself, pushing the heel for a fraction of friction against his hard-on. Six more months until he could touch her again. It was too long, much too long for moments like these. Slowly, his hand went to unzip his pants, pulling them down, hooking the waistband of his boxers down with them. His hard-on leapt up and slapped against his stomach, the tip bright red begging for attention.

He reached his hand down and slowly pumped at it, flicking his wrist with it. Her hand, touching him and pumping it, getting him off and making him belong to her at the touch. His mouth fell open as his breathing got rougher, his mind flying off and sparking in all different directions. He fell apart just from one photo of (Y/N). How would he act if it was the real (Y/N)?

Suddenly, he jumped up at a ringing noise. His phone dinged, making him jump up in surprise. A text.

(Y/N)

10:32 P.M.

Hi Kookie <3

(Y/N) had been alone for too long.

She had spent the entire day trying to find anything to accompany the time. She had cleaned the counters multiple times, watched two netflix movies, and managed to fix up an entire meal to eat by herself. Once she got home from work, there was nothing. Each day treaded on at a dreary pace.

Usually, once she got home from work, Jungkook would be waiting for her with a giant hug. He’d light up her day. They would sometimes play video games if one of them was in the mood. But recently she had nothing.

She sat on the couch, and quickly texted just a hello to him, just wanting to see him.

Kookie<3

10:32 P.M.

Hi :) WYD?

She smiled at the text and quickly typed a reply.

(Y/N)

10:33 P.M

Missing you :)

Kookie<3

10:33 P.M.

Me too ;)

Kookie<3

10:33 P.M.

I mean :)*

She laughed a bit.

(Y/N)

10:33 P.M.

Aww you miss me? ;)

Kookie<3

10:33 P.M.

Do you expect me not to after two months?

She paused for a second, looking at the text.

(Y/N)

10:34 P.M.

No :( only six more left to go!!

Kookie<3

10:34 P.M.

Too long, I miss you so much right now you don’t even know.

The period at the end. That set off a bell in (Y/N)’s mind. The only time he ever put an end to one of his texts is if he was trying to come off serious. The only time he would try to be serious?: When he wanted to be hot. She smirked at that.

(Y/N)

10:35 P.M

Really? How much?

Kookie<3

10:35 P.M.

More than words can explain.

(Y/N)

10:35 P.M.

Explain to me baby, you can use your words

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She sighed at the lack of response at that. She watched as the typing bubble went up and down, and smirked knowing that she had flustered him. Correct, Jungkook was desperately needy at the moment. That made her stomach spark a bit at the thought. Had Jungkook been sitting there the entire time just thinking about her? Would he had gone so far as to get himself off to the thought of her? The thoughts made her bubble.

Kookie<3

10:38 P.M.

It’s a bit embarrassing, I don’t know if you want to hear about that right now.

He was getting shy, and that sent a bit of power to her.

(Y/N)

10:39 P.M.

Of course I do baby, are you just too shy to say it?

Kookie<3

10:40 P.M.

I need you.

She was about to reply when a face time started, and she smiled a bit, answering the call.

“Hi baby,” (Y/N) said sweetly down the phone, moving to show her face

Jungkook’ s camera was a bit off-center, he was already sweating a bit, and out of breath as he called. Just looking at his eyes, (Y/N) knew what he was doing. He that that hazy look over them, clouding his judgement.

“You were having fun weren’t you?” (Y/N) asked with a smile.

“Yeah,” he rasped out, almost in a shy whisper as he looked at her.

“Did you call me because you wanted me to help you?”

“Yeah,” he repeated, barely able to form words.

“Show me” (Y/N) commanded.

Jungkook nodded, and moved his camera around. His dick was peaking out above the covers as he turned. Precum was slowly oozing out of him, making it so when he touched the tip to move the covers, a string slowly connected the very bottom of his index finger to him.

“Oh, baby you should of called me sooner, what got you so riled up,” She asked.

“I saw a photo of you.” Jungkook said as he began to wrap his arm around himself again, slowly pumping.

She smiled, moving the camera onto the stand to reveal fully what she was wearing. She was dressed in one of Jungkook’s shirts, and that turned him on even more. Slowly she lifted it up, biting it in her mouth just the same, unclipping her bra with it.

“This one?” she asked dropping the fabric out of her mouth.

“Yeah,” he said through a moan.

“I want to see your face while you get off to me Kookie,” she smirked, and Jungkook moved to place his phone on a nightstand as well, so that she could get a full view of him.

He had removed his shirt, his abs glistened slightly with sweat as he moved, his boxers still around his knees as he sat up and pulled the rest of them down. Flexing backwards, he put all of himself on display for (Y/N).

“Perfect,” she whispered as she fully took off the shirt, then removing her shorts as well.

“I wish I could touch you,” Jungkook whimpered as he watched, his hand getting faster.

“Me too, Kookie,” she said as she slowly moved down the panties, which were already damp with the amount of foreplay. It had been months since they had done this.

Slowly a finger went down to her heat, slowly rubbing circles onto the clit just like Jungkook would. As he watched, he bit his lip, it was so much better to watch versus imagine.

“Pretend its me fucking you right now,” Jungkook turned, switching sides, “I want you to imagine me claiming you over and over again.”

“Ah,” she stumbled a bit, not expecting the sudden possessiveness as she nodded.

She began to insert a finger into herself, and Jungkook watched licking his lips.

“More.” he said, “Be as rough as I am.”

(Y/N) nodded as she put two in, being slow and delicate just to piss Jungkook off a little bit. Clearly he wanted to be a bit in charge, so (Y/N) was going to tease if she had to give up the role.

“You know I’m not nearly as soft as you’re acting like,” he growled as his eyebrows furrowed a bit, “I want you to fall apart to the thought of me.”

She smirked at that, and began to insert two more, spreading her legs for Jungkook to get the view. At the sudden intensity, she let out a moan, throwing her head back as she fingered herself. Jungkook got off on seeing it too, watching the love of his life have the same dirty thoughts as he did earlier.

“Better,” he said, “Now say my name.”

“Jungkook” she moaned out, and Jungkook smirked, pumping himself harder.

“I bet you just wish I was there marking you all up right now,” he said smirking.

(Y/N) nodded as her lips parted. Her hips began to buck up into her fingers as Jungkook talked, needing more. She needed him. The best she could do was close her eyes and pretend.

“I do,” she moaned out with a nod, “I bet you wish you had someone to praise you.”

Jungkook smirked and continued pumping himself faster. Both of their speeds began to rise with the anticipation of the talk, their conversation diluting into moans as they both fell into the haze. The closest they could get to each other was in a screen, so they put themselves on an open display. Jungkook had began to rub faster, his head tilting back, while (Y/N)’s back arched, legs shaking.

“Kookie, I’m close,” she moaned.

“Me too, go faster,” he said, “I want to hear it all,”

“Kookie, Jungkook- ah-“ her voice got louder, her words turning into a stream of nonsensical rambles.

She came, spurting out in one fell swoop as she gasped for air afterwards. All he needed to hear was his name, as he too came, the cum lurching up and painting his stomach in white.

They both slowly caught their breaths, looking at the phone at the same time to admire what they had just created.

“I needed that,” Jungkook whispered.

“You’re so needy,” (Y/N) teased with a laugh.

“You’re the one who just moaned my name,” he said.

“You’re the one who initiated this,” she poked back, and soon they both divulged into laughter.

The glistening moment of laughter was shared between them. It was a moment that just made them want to be together more. The times that they could just spend, even after all of that, to be light and airy with each other was a blessing to the both of them.

“I miss you,” Jungkook broke.

“Maybe I’ll try to visit one of your tour spots,” (Y/N) smiled, “I miss you too.”

[sugarycandies]

Is there any chance of a second part of Strays? 🥺

Strays || Pt. 2 [ Min Yoongi x Reader ]

PART 1

Pairing: Gang Member!Yoongi x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst, Slowburn, Gang AU

Synopsis: Y/N and Yoongi had a slow proceeding relationship, and they both got softer. Love comes at a cost, especially when you can't protect your loved ones all the time.

TW: Extreme Violence, proceed with caution

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I never thought I'd add more to Strays, but I ended up really loving the concept of it :)

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It had been a couple of months since Yoongi swore to himself that he would protect (Y/N) no matter what happened.

That safety came at a cost. No matter how many cold nights Yoongi dreamed to keep her tight and hold her to protect her from the dangers of the outside world, he knew he had to keep her an arm's distance away. He never introduced her to the rest of his family, Purple Bangtan, no matter how much the other members would tease him for his newfound soft side for her. If he brought her too close, if the other gangs ever realized how much she meant to him, that would be putting her in danger.

He had promised to keep her safe. So he would never allow that to happen.

Rain battered against the window, slowly dripping towards the bottom in cascading trails. (Y/N) watched as they fell, her legs up as she was wrapped up in a blanket at her house. Against her legs laid a purring cat, Holly, who she had let in earlier after she went out to feed her, noticing the fact she was soaked.

Yoongi hadn’t shown up to feed her that day.

That worried (Y/N) a bit, but she let the fading pitter-patter from the windowpane lull her anxieties away. It was an awfully rainy day, so maybe he was just staying in and keeping warm. She hadn’t seen much on the news about Purple Bangtan, so clearly they weren’t getting in danger. He had to be safe, he was too stubborn to let something hold him down and too smart to have gotten into danger in the first place.

Since then their relationship had gotten a bit more easygoing, (Y/N) could even go as far as to believe Yoongi was beginning to unwind a bit around her. Each day they would still meet to feed Holly, and they would sit there for a bit, talking about what they did. Sometimes (Y/N) would invite Yoongi inside and they would stay there for a bit. (Y/N) would offer him to stay the night, never once had he stayed long enough for (Y/N) to wake up and still see him there. Sometimes she doubted he ever stayed the entire night at all, for all of his stuff would be gone the next day.

Part of her wished she could just hold him tightly, to fight tooth and nail to make him stay a bit happy. She could see it in his eyes, the fact he could never settle down, stay in one spot. The way whenever they were together, his eyes would keep going to the window. Though he tried to hide it, she could see the silver shine of a gun always in his jacket whenever he hung it up. He was always prepared for the worst to happen at any moment wherever he went. Some days he wouldn’t speak much when they met to feed the cat. She would be encountered with stony eyes, not even lifting to meet hers, hugged by the black circles underneath them. Those days she missed his gummy smiles. She wanted nothing but to rub his shoulders and release every single tangle of stress. Burden was the backpack he carried upon him each day.

Suddenly, a wild knock came at the door, making (Y/N) quickly look over at it. She hid Holly in another room, afraid someone had let the landlord know she was inside. Heading to the door, she swung it open.

Min Yoongi, stood there, his hair and clothes soaked, sticking flat against him. His face was completely washed over, mouth agape as his chest heaved up and down. The cold dead eyes he wore were downcasted and drowsily half-lidded. His pants were tattered and torn, revealing his knees which were painted with scrapes. One hand was reached up to his left side, pressing tightly against his jacket.

“Yoongi,” (Y/N) gasped quickly, “Come in”

He didn’t say anything as he quickly sat on the couch, still breathing heavily as his head fell backward. She paid little mind to how soaked the couch was getting but watched as his arm fell limply to the side, and his jacket was darkly stained with maroon, the antithesis to his shiny teal fabric.

“Holy shit” she gasped out as she looked, and quickly propped his head up, looking at the jacket. 

She sprung right to work as she peeled off the jacket, looking to see his white shirt was more darkly stained, a wound pierced through the fabric, dripping further down by the second. Furthermore, she pulled up the shirt and looked at the gash.  It was torn open, a strike down his abdomen. (Y/N) looked next to her, before pausing, she had nothing around quickly to cover the wound. So instead, she peeled off her shirt, wrapping it tightly around his waist.

Yoongi sat there staring, shallowly breathing as his eyes lingered upon her.

“(Y/N)-” he breathily tried to speak but was barely able to get the words out.

“It's okay,” she said quickly standing up, “I’ll make sure you’re alright.”

(Y/N) was frantic, part of her debated on calling 911, but everything else told her that she couldn’t. If she turned Yoongi in, he’d be locked up instantly for the various things he was wanted for. But she couldn’t let him die. She opened her bathroom cabinet and found some gauze and ointment, bringing it out to him.

She pulled back up the shirt and now replaced it with something better, cleaning the sides with the ointment, pressing gauze, and bandaging tightly against the wound to stop the bleeding. She grabbed a glass of water and put the cup up to his lips, watching as the adrenaline seemed to calm down and he regained consciousness. 

“I think I’m going to call 911,” She said quickly.

“No,” Yoongi said almost instantly, shaking his head lightly as he looked down, “Call, RM”

“What’s his number?” She asked quickly.

“Phone left pocket.” he clarified as he moved slightly over to the side to have better access to the jacket pocket.

She put her hand in and took out Yoongi’s phone, unlocking it by putting his face on the camera. (Y/N) scrolled through his contacts to find RM, then called.

“Yoongi, where are you? You were supposed to be back three hours ago!” The voice picked up instantly, he had a stern loud voice.

“Uh- Yoongi is with me right now-” She said gently, looking over at him.

“What are you, a blue? You have some nerve to call. What do you want for him, money? Food? You’re going to get none of it!”

“No, no, I- my name is (Y/N),” She said gently, “He’s really hurt and he came to my apartment, I don’t know if you know but he’s been talking with me recently, he has a gash and I was just treating it and he told me to call you.”

“Wait- he’s hurt?” The voice change hit hard as his voice turned from a deep threat to wavering concern. “I know who you are, put him on the line.”

(Y/N) looked over to Yoongi, he seemed to be regaining a bit of his color, and a bit more aware.

“Go put a shirt on,” he said, eyes flickering up and down, before stretching out his hand to take the phone.

(Y/N) had let Holly out of her room now that everything was beginning to settle down. Sensing Yoongi wasn’t alright, Holly sat by his side, tail flicking back and forth.

It only took another five minutes for another knock on the door to arrive. (Y/N) lept up from where she was seated on the couch, carefully making seeing over Yoongi kept conscious. After the initial scare though, he seemed to blow it off.

“Suga,” Two men stood at the door, looking at Yoongi, “Take off the bandage and come here.”

One held a sewing kit in one hand, beginning to thread a needle with a first aid kit, (Y/N)’s eyes widened as she watched.

“Is that safe?” She asked concerned.

“As safe as it can be.” The man with the needle said, cleaning the point with an alcohol wipe and beginning to remove the bandages from Yoongi.

“RM, can you take (Y/N) to the other room so she doesn’t Jin stab me,” he said looking over to the other man who stood tall in the doorway.

He nodded, and the two of them went into the kitchen. (Y/N) nervously tried to peer into the living room to see if he was okay, biting her lip to try to self-soothe. RM pushed his arm out in front of her and shook his head. (Y/N), intimidated, backed off.

“So you’re the one Suga has been going soft over,” He said looking her up and down.

“Uh- soft?” (Y/N) asked nervously with an awkward smile, although her stomach fluttered a bit when he said so.

“He’s been much more secretive on missions than before,” He said.

That was why he hadn’t been on the news. Her mind went directly to the day she first saw him, on the news. The way he was running away from a building he set on fire, flicking the match once more into the gasoline all on camera. Since then nothing was ever publicized about them other than rumors of their growing territory.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” She asked, “I wouldn’t say that’s going soft.”

“It is to an extent.” he stated, “But he’s also grown to be even more desperate in expanding our areas to this block as well. He’s getting sidetracked.”

(Y/N) wasn’t sure if she was supposed to apologize or not. But- Yoongi had wanted to do these things for her? For what reason?

“He’s all set,” Jin came into the room, tossing the blood-covered needle into the trash. (Y/N) gulped as she watched it fall, hitting the plastic bag with a soft crackle.

Back in the living room, Yoongi sat with his would once more covered, but now bleeding much less. He was sat up, his face once more flushed a bit redder than it was before. She let out a sigh of relief at seeing he was alright.

“What happened?” She asked now, sitting by Yoongi.

Yoongi put his head into his hands, exhaling as he did. RM and Jin surrounded him as well, still standing, hovering by the door. “I got a threat from Clan Blue.” He said, scoffing as he did, “While I was on the perimeter of South Avenue.”

“Clan Blue?” RM asked now intrigued, “They’ve been dormant for years.”

“Could they have come back under a new leader?” Jin spoke, looking at the three of them.

(Y/N) paused for a second to watch them talk, this seemed to be serious. Yet, she was completely lost. She never heard of Clan Blue before.

“I’ll make something for us to eat,” (Y/N) said awkwardly standing. However, while cooking, she still listened in to bits and pieces of the conversation.

“They have, and their name is Ghost,” Yoongi stated before his voice pushed to a whisper, “So…. threat…. jumped…” 

She tried her best to make out what Yoongi was saying, but she couldn’t. Focusing on finishing her food, she brought out a couple of plates to the boys, who looked surprised at the meal.

“You can stay to eat,” she said gently, clearly RM wasn’t the biggest fan of hers yet due to being a ‘distraction’, and she wasn't sure how Jin felt, so she wanted to make a good impression.

“(Y/N), you didn’t have-” Yoongi began but was quickly cut off by a satisfied moan.

“THIS IS SO GOOD,” Jin yelled sitting down as he ate the pasta that she cooked.

“This is quite good,” RM said, “better than what we usually have.”

Yoongi nodded as well, looking up at (Y/N). His face was a bit red in embarrassment but took the meal anyway.

“Thank you.” the tiniest smile came to the corner of his mouth as he looked down at his food and ate, and that was enough to leave (Y/N) satisfied. Holly leaned up to Yoongi’s side and bumped her head into his hand.

Since then, (Y/N) was sure to send Yoongi home each night with some food to bring back as well. Not only was she feeding her stray Holly, but she was feeding part of Purple Bangtan (mainly Yoongi) as well.

Each day Yoongi would give the same, “We don’t need it.. You don't have to do this for us.” etc. 

(Y/N) still wanted to do it, just to see how happy Jin and RM got from the gift once was enough to fuel her to keep cooking more. Now that she knew Purple Bangtan’s general opinion of her, she wanted to make sure that changed. She didn’t want to just be a distraction to Yoongi.

But she made Yoongi soft. That made her soft too.

Over the next few hangouts, Yoongi and (Y/N) began to meld more into one. Yoongi would start spending more days (never the nights, still, however) together. He’d come back with praises of the cooking from the rest of the gang.

(Y/N) began to feel sparks whenever Yoongi did something small, such as lightly brushing her hand whenever they pet Holly at the same time. When they brushed past each other at the end. The way sometimes if they both bent down at the same time their knees would knock together. It was all perfect for her.

They both wanted more.

“Hey, she’s still asleep,”

“That’s hilarious!”

“This is the easiest job I’ve had in a while,”

(Y/N) woke up to hear a bunch of noises jumbled together, barely being able to make out what was being said. She slowly opened her eyes to see three figures hanging above her. She was barely able to even get a glimpse before she was covered once more, a cloth pressed tightly against her face.

“Shh,” A voice said, “It’s okay,”

She tried to keep consciousness, but she felt herself slowly growing dizzier, the cloth dampening her vision and drowning her in a scent that burnt her nostrils.

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“Ah, you’re finally awake.” A voice laughed, a female, “Gods, for being Suga’s little pet, you’re quite weak yourself.

She blinked the sleep out of her eyes, black dots scattering her vision. Above her sat a woman in a tight blue dress, a smirk across her face, and pink hair flying downwards to her shoulders.

“What, do you mean?” (Y/N) tried to ask but was met with a slap to her face, stinging.

“You don’t speak out of order, dog,” She smirked. (Y/N) tried to move her hands but was ultimately unable to, they were tightly bound together behind her, “It’s only a matter of time before the other dogs arrive.”

The woman walked up and kneeled down in front of (Y/N), pulling her chin upwards to meet her eyes. She had bright pink lipstick on, and a smirk underneath it.

“God, finally just to get rid of one of the members of Purple Bangtan will be such an achievement,” She mewled as she pulled out a gun, twirling it in circles on her index finger, playing with the trigger.

(Y/N) felt a sting of fear rip through her as she met this woman in the eyes. She had to have been in Clan Blue. Even in the empty room that she found herself in, blue banners decorated the side.

“He wouldn’t be stupid enough to come here!” (Y/N) said desperately, “It’s obviously a trap.”

“Ohhh, darling,” The woman’s grin grew too wide, looking down at (Y/N) as she stood, “Don’t you understand? You’ve basically adopted a stray. He’s imprinted on you, and now he’s gone soft with a few little scratches to the chin. He’ll follow you anywhere you go. It’s so feeble.”

She gulped, and for his well-being, she prayed that he wouldn’t come. Hours passed in that room, and the woman left soon after, leaving (Y/N) just to keep repeating ‘Don’t come.’ over and over.

“The puppy is here,” A bodyguard said, passing by (Y/N)’s door.

“Let him in to play.” The woman said, opening up the door to (Y/N), and looking over at her.

“He’s coming in all injured for you,” The woman pouted at (Y/N), “See? Soft.”

Yoongi burst through the door, a gun tightly in his hand, his face covered in blood as he breathed heavily. His knuckles were bone white against his skin. His eyes were so narrow and glaring in a protective nature that (Y/N) had never seen before. 

“You, better, let her go.” He heaved, “Right. Now.”

“That was quicker than expected, maybe you’re not as hurt as I thought.” The woman held up her gun, finger going to the trigger.

Yoongi predicted this, and ducked down, the bullet creating a hole in the wall. He kicked beneath her, stumbling her backward off her feet. The woman shot her arm out and knocked Yoongi’s gun off to the side, making him pull out a knife instead from his jacket, and swing it violently at her. He was skillful but fighting tooth and nail against her, rabid. He managed to draw blood across her cheek, and knock her gun out too. The woman held up her own as well though, and kicked him in the stomach with her heel, making him reel upwards for a second. At that moment, the woman grabbed his side and squeezed him right where the gash was, prying it open through the shirt and making Yoongi let out a yell in pain. His hand flung open, dropping the knife.

“Yoongi!” (Y/N) yelled and noticed the knife that had fallen, and quickly reached over with her arms, peeling her back while they were still fist fighting and taking the knife to the rope on her desperately. She let out a gasp as she nicked her finger in the process, but continued.

Meanwhile, their fight gained more desperate as the woman headbutted Yoongi, pushing him further back, biting his shoulder, and doing whatever she could to fight against him. He was seeing red, everywhere, these people had put (Y/N) in danger.

And he swore to protect her.

He felt his abdomen burn as he tried to gain a one-up on the competition, and he gasped through the pain.

(Y/N) managed to free herself from the grips of the rope and looked at the dagger in her hand for a minute. She watched as the reflection of Yoongi shone in the cool steel. He was desperately fighting, basically pinned down to the ground as the woman flipped upwards on top of him. 

She had come from a small town, nowhere near the city. No idea what gang life was like, and here she was. 

When (Y/N) first moved into the city, the last place she thought she’d be was here.

“Ah!” The woman gasped in shock as she felt something pierce through the back of her shoulder, puncturing up into her.

Yoongi’s eyes widened as he met (Y/N)’s, the sweet innocent flower girl, now covered with blood on her hands that pooled down the dagger.

The woman gasped for air, pinned down to the ground as (Y/N) then twisted the knife, feeling the tension of the muscle pull back at her, she tore it out. Blood pooled even more from the shoulder, as the woman tried her best to hold her back, it being out of reach to put pressure on.

“Holy shit-” she whispered, gasping, “Holy shit-”

Yoongi stood up, and quickly grabbed (Y/N)’s hands, which had now dropped the knives. They shook violently in his, watching as the woman she just stabbed begin to sob on the floor.

“Yoongi,” she whispered desperately.

“Shh, shh,” he cooed quietly to her, “Stop, it’s okay, you’re safe. That was Ghost, from Blue Clan”

“But-” (Y/N) said, feeling guilt begin to swallow up into her mouth, metallic.

She couldn’t leave the woman to be there, bleeding out on the floor, pleading to whatever she could. Her mother, god, fate, anything. (Y/N) looked up to the bannered walls, and pulled one down, taking the fabric in her hand. She wrapped it tightly around the wound.

“Promise you won’t hurt Purple Bangtan,” (Y/N) said, looking down now at Ghost.

“We won’t mess with you again.” She sobbed.

“Promise you won’t tell anyone what happened here.” 

“I won’t!”

(Y/N) grabbed a phone from one of the knocked-out body guards outside of the room, called 911, and threw it at Ghost, watching as she grabbed the phone with her hand. Yoongi watched agape as she did so.

“You’re too soft for this world,” Yoongi said as they head back to her apartment, sitting as he watched (Y/N) wash her hands.

“I didn’t want her to die,” She whispered, “I couldn’t live with that.”

Yoongi paused for a second, looking (Y/N) up and down as she kept washing her hands over and over again, trying to get the blood stains out. He slowly stood up, and hugged her, cradling her in his arms.

(Y/N) gasped as he did, feeling a wash of comfort over her, melting into the touch.

“Thank you” she whispered quietly, “For saving me.”

“Thank you for saving me,” He said, turning her around in his arms.

They looked at each other for a moment. They were both soft, but soft things could meld together. Love made people mendable, and that was okay. Yoongi grasped her cheek, and in a flash pulled her in, connecting their lips together as they became one.

“Please stay the night,” (Y/N) whispered against Yoongi’s lips as they parted.

“I will.”

[sugarycandies]

The Chronicles of Hollow House

Chapter 1

Pairing: BTS x Reader (One-Shots per each member)

Genre: 18+ MINORS DNI, Smut with Plot, Slowburn, Supernatural, Horror-Themes, Angst

Synopsis: A house across the street serves as a warning. It had an outside so perilous and terrifying that no one was reckless enough to strut inside. Regardless, the noises inside the house bud concerningly, nurturing the curiosity of Y/N. One night, she sees someone, something, prowling outside of the house. The following day, she receives a formal invite to a dinner party at the house. She can only wonder what lies inside such an infamously avoided household.

Word Count: 3k

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*Can be read as separate two-parters (Introduction + Specific Character Chapter)

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Entry #31

The house stood taller than any other on the block. I ran by it today, every time I walk past it I just get the feeling I’m being watched. I hate that thing and I never want to go near it in my life. Who the hell is living there?

(Y/N) lived in a cottage-like house. A well-tended and nice garden decorated the outside, as a small grey brick wall hugged around it, leaving a gate to enter from. She prided herself on making her house look approachable and nice. It was a small house, but a homey one nonetheless. Yet, no one would be even able to see her beautiful exterior other than herself, and that was due to the house.

An enormous, decrepit, and sordid house that sorely sat upon the hill across from her own leaned over any goers through the street. Throughout the years, never once had it been put up the sale, but no one had ever seen anyone outside of the house before either. Whenever a package was left outside, or the mailbox got too full, the mail inside if it disappeared. Sometimes when someone came to knock on the door, no one would come to answer. It has been sworn that truly, no one ever lived there at all.

It was a full moon, hanging above the two houses on the solemn street. (Y/N) sat in her kitchen, making herself a meal, stirring the pot that held some pasta boiling inside. Her kitchen was compact and woody, but fit the vibe of her house. While she cooked, she hummed along to a song playing on her phone, a distance away from her. 

Suddenly, she heard a loud ‘thud!’, making her stutter for a second, freezing. She carefully listened as she felt her limbs lock up. The noise had originated from the end of the hall, echoing through. She didn’t feel as alone as she was before, and she had never felt so terrified of that feeling. It crept up her back and whispered along her neck, locking her joints. Slowly, she reached over to her phone, pausing the music to listen closer. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Looking around her kitchen, she reached for a steak knife nearby, gripping the handle tightly. She flipped the blade around in her hand, the sharp side out first. With an inexperienced hand, she pointed the knife outwards as she looked down her hall. Darkness cascaded across the walls, making the end of the hall imperceptible. The light switch mocked her from the other end of the hall, forcing herself to plunge in.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

(Y/N) walked further into the hallway, fearful, but pushing through as she flicked on the light, making the walk seem much less intimidating. The knife led her forwards as she tried to listen again for the noise. A crash came directly from the door next to her: her bedroom door.

(Y/N) sharply inhaled in preparation for what she might see. She slowly opened the door, leading with her knife. She used the tip of her foot to push open the door, it creaked open meticulously, dragging onwards. The breeze brought her skin to goosebumps, and in front of her she saw her window, pried up, curtains flipping around in the breeze.

“Whoever the hell is in here, I’m calling the police!” she yelled, holding her knife as she looked around, not seeing anyone, “So you better fucking run!”

“Mrrreow!”

(Y/N) gasped as she looked down, just to be met with a black cat rubbing up against the door, pushing it open more. Looking closer at her room now, she noticed a couple of candles had been knocked down, as well as some beads. Her trashcan had been ransacked.

“Oh,” she whispered feeling a bit more sympathetic now. She must have left open the window on accident, although she swore she hadn’t, “Poor baby, are you hungry?”

The cat meowed again, before jumping over to her desk when suddenly he came eye to eye with something. The cat quickly grabbed a small ring on her desk, took it in his mouth, and jumped back out the window. (Y/N) gasped at how quickly it had happened.

“Hey!” She yelled looking out the window, running over to it, “Give that back!”

(Y/N) pushed through the window and looked out, watching the cat scurry across over to the house across the street, the house. Outside of the house was a figure that she could barely make out in the distance, slowly reaching down and petting the cat, it was large and extremely muscular. It grabbed the ring out of the mouth of the cat, and slowly held it up, he had large claws that barely silhouetted in the light. (Y/N) gasped as she watched, was this the person who lived next door? The figure turned and met eyes with her as she hung out the window, and she felt a strike in her chest. 

He had glowing, yellow eyes.

She lept out of the window and slammed it shut, quickly shutting her curtains and drawing them tight. Her fingers ran up to the top of the window and locked it in place. Who? No, what, was that? Anxiously (Y/N) ran her fingers through her hair as she tried to keep her composure, her chest pulsing upwards and down with her heavy breaths to steady her posture.

Yellow eyes haunted her dreams.

The next morning, (Y/N) woke up, sleeping in without the sun to wake her up, curtains drawn still. She moved her limbs sluggishly as she rubbed her eyes, looking into the mirror to see dark circles drawn below. The knife still sat on her dresser. Hungry, she walked out to make something for breakfast.

Ding dong!

Her head whipped over to the door. She gulped. Slowly, she heads over to peak through the eye hole, squinting one eye to peer through. All she saw was her porch and the house that loomed into the distance. No one. An envelope slipped under the door, and she stopped looking for a second confused before she peered through the hole again. No one. How the hell did the letter get there?

The envelope was a deep red, a wax seal elegantly placed holding it together. Ms. (Y/N) was written on the front. Curiosity pulled her like she was drawn by a string to the letter, as she shakily picked it up. She dug under the wax seal and lifted it up with her nails, a small cardstock-like paper inside. A note, that had been addressed to her.

Dear (Y/N),

You are humbly invited on this day, October 24th, to visit our humble abode, Hollow House, on the top of the hill. We believe we have something of yours, and now you have a secret of ours. We’d like to discuss it over a humble dinner. Tonight at 5 pm, show up and knock on the door three times in quick succession. State your name, and the door will be unlocked for you. Head down the hall, and you will meet my butler to bring you to us.

If you fail to arrive, we will have to take measures into our own hands.

Dearly,

Kim Namjoon

(Y/N) felt her hair rise as she read the letter. She couldn’t tell if was a threat or an invitation. She ran her finger over it before looking at the time, she only had a couple of hours. Part of her didn’t want to go, but the last sentence kept her going.

If you fail to arrive, we will have to take measures into our own hands.

Despite everything in her begging for her not to go, to pretend she had never seen the invite at all, she showed up. Right at 5 pm, she trekked up the hill, looking decently nice. She wore a tight red dress, wearing lipstick to match, and a jacket that hugged her shoulders from the cold. Every single part of the letter had shown an element of elegancy, so she felt pressured to present so.

Heading up to the door, she noticed the intricate detailing of the wood. It had to have been decades old by its victorian style, but still, the gold on the knob was perfectly shined as if it hadn’t aged past a month. She raised her fist, knocking three times. Upon the third knock, the door swung open on its own, almost knocking (Y/N) back in surprise.

The hall was a mahogany wood, dressed in a red carpet and wallpaper. Old paintings and portraits of men hung against the wall, seven men, in particular, each to their own frame. She looked across the frames, were these family members? The air was thick, and she felt crowded and tight as she walked down the empty hallway. There was an ethereal chorus of people around her blind to the eye.

“Hello?” She called down the hallway, an opening was at the far end, and she kept going down the hallway, hesitant.

“Goodevening (Y/N), we’re expecting you.” She gasped, feeling the voice upon the back of her neck.

When she turned, she was met by a tall man, dressed in a nice black suit, his hair slicked back. She could have sworn he wasn’t there before.

“My name is Seokjin, I’ll show you to Mr. Kim.” He said with a bow, “Please, follow me. I will take your coat.” he swiftly wrapped an arm around her, taking her jacket off. He slung it over the arm that hung at a 90-degree angle in front of him, bringing it with him.

“Uh- thank you,” she said gulping, “How did you get behind me, I could have sworn there was no one there.”

“I was there the entire time,” he said simply as he walked, not addressing the concern fully. There had been too many strange coincidences over and over again, and (Y/N) was getting overwhelmed with trying to find rationality in all of them.

She was brought to a long table, seven seats across it. At the end stood a man, with his hair slicked back, and hands folded. The rest of the men held their heads down, the only other seat open 

“Good evening,” The man at the end of the table said, “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Kim Namjoon, the owner of this house.”

Seokjin moved to pull a chair for (Y/N) out, motioning for her to sit, to which she hesitantly complied. He moved past to stand behind Kim Namjoon’s chair, watching from afar.

“I believe last night you saw something, unexplainable.” He said, narrowing his eyes. Two of the boys looked further down, pouting, “In trade for this ring, If you promise not to disclose any information we give you, we will explain.”

(Y/N) at this point barely cared about the ring, all she wanted was answers to everything that was happening, and she nodded.

“This is Jeon Jungkook,” Namjoon motioned to Jungkook, who was sitting closest to him, and he finally looked up, he held an innocent look, “You saw him and Hoseok here last night.”

“I only saw one man.” (Y/N) corrected.

“Hoseok,” Namjoon said, and another boy stood up.

“I’m so sorry Ma’am!” He quickly jumped out of his seat and bowed, “Jungkook and I were just playing a game, I broke into your house and stole your ring as a bet!” 

Namjoon nodded at the apology.

“That’s impossible, it was a cat,” (Y/N) interjected.

“Hoseok here has the ability to turn into a cat,” Namjoon said, and Hoseok slowly sat down nodding. “And Jungkook here is a werewolf.”

(Y/N) paused for a second, at first she could have sworn it off as a joke, but everything in her just told her it was impossible. 

“We have protected the supernatural in my family for generations,” Namjoon said, looking around the table, “We have created a family here, and this information and what you saw tonight would put my family in grave danger. I can’t have that.”

“So, werewolves, vampires, all of that is real?” (Y/N) asked looking around, none of these boys were human, and that settled in. It made everything make sense, the letter, the strange circumstances surrounding everything. It was all because it wasn’t rational to begin with. 

“Precisely,” Namjoon said, “Their existence has been attempted to be wiped out and portrayed as fiction since their discovery. My family has sworn to protect them as they are as humane as us. I will do anything to protect these people, including covering up your disappearance if so necessary. If you do not wish that, then we can enter a legally binding contract in order to make sure this does not get told to anyone.”

(Y/N) looked at the boys surrounding her. Each of them looked either scared, angry, or both. Namjoon, in the center of them all, hung over them all protectively. She realized then the true nature of this house- the real reason why it felt so abandoned. It was because they had to for their safety.

“Alright,” she nodded, “I won’t tell anyone.”

A collective sigh of relief came from the boys, as they relaxed in their seats. Namjoon let a satisfied smirk come to his face.

“But I want to help.”

Namjoon’s eyebrows raised, and everyone turned to look at her in shock.

“You’re just protecting these people?” she said looking around at everyone, “I’ll help since I’m the only other one that knows. I can bring you all food and run errands outside of the house. I’ll help with whatever is needed.”

“Oh my god, can you get us a tv?” One of the boys peered up, “I’ve always wanted a tv!”

“Taehyung,” Namjoon looked over to him, “You can't spring these questions-”

“Sure.” (Y/N) said, “I have an extra one in my bedroom that I don’t use.”

“Namjoon please let her stay!” Taehyung turned, letting out his bottom lip in a pleading glance, “I like her already! She’s going to get us a tv!”

Namjoon paused and then looked forward at (Y/N). “Fine. We will accept your help.”

“Then introduce me to all of you,” she said with a smile, “I’ll run errands for you so that you all don’t risk exposing yourselves.”

“We will chat over this dinner then.” Kim Namjoon nodded, as Seokjin brought out plates of food for the two of you, “I did promise food after all.”

Entry #32, October 24, 2022.Today I learned about the seven men that inhabit Hollow House (The House), and I have contracted myself to help their cause. Why? A mix of curiosity and empathy. They all seemed extremely sheltered and a bit uptight to rules, and I wanted to alleviate that. Plus, they have all unveiled a secret to me that I have stumbled upon by accident, the nature of their supernatural abilities. I want to know how this works and why the Kim family is the way they are. They seemed like normal boys most of all, minus the occasionally terrifying behaviors.

First, Namjoon, is the (human?) owner of the house, and a descendant of the Kim family. He seems extremely protective and caring about everyone in there, going as far as to threaten to kill me. He invited me over to dinner and gave me back the ring. The others seem to respect him a lot. I’m not sure if he fully trusts me yet. I want to gain that trust.

Min Yoongi didn’t speak much if at all during my meeting with him, but from what I know he isn’t alive. He seemed to float when he walked, and his voice when he did speak was airy and barely comprehensible. He seemed off, a bit too closed off.

Jung Hoseok was the cat who broke into my house, so I assume he is a shapeshifter. He seemed apologetic over the situation from last night. During our meal he talked a lot, so he seems very outgoing. He seemed like a fun person to hang around with and he pushed for conversation.

Kim Taeyhung had the sharpest teeth and didn’t eat his meal in the slightest. All he drank was this deep, red wine that Seokjin poured separately. Yet, he spoke with me a bit, he seems kind of outgoing as well. I assumed from this he might be a vampire, and during the meal whenever his stomach rumbled, he looked at me in hunger.

Park Jimin was simply a mix of the most angelic but dived into the darkest smiles I’ve ever seen in my life. He kept looking at me during the entirety of the meal I had. His eyes were extremely dark, almost pulling me in. I have no idea what sort of supernatural creature he is, I can’t put a label on him.

Kim Seokjin seemed to take on the role of the butler in the house, yet he kept appearing and reappearing at the quickest speeds I have ever seen. He seemed extremely polite, and I didn’t get the opportunity to learn much about him during the conversation as he kept quiet next to Namjoon the entire time. I wonder if there is a way to have a conversation with just him.

Finally, Jeon Jungkook. He is the yellow eyes that kept appearing in my dreams. So he was a werewolf? It was a full moon, so I guess that makes sense. He seemed to have quite an apologetic nature for last night too, but he seemed extremely intrigued by me there. Why did he want my ring in the first place anyways to go as far as to tell Hoseok to break in for it? 

By learning more about this place, I’ve got seven more questions to learn about. But I will be the one to uncover what truly they mean, what goes on inside the walls. What are the stories of these people that so have gone as far as to know my name? Part of me wonders what I’ve wrapped myself into. But I’ve gone too far deep now, so there’s no stopping what lies behind the Hollow House.

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Spirits Blossom [Jimin x Reader]

Pairing: Soft Dom!Jimin x Sub Fem!Reader

Genre: 18+ MINORS DNI Smut, Porn with some plot, worship, orgasm denial, praise kink

Synopsis: Jimin is a spirit of desire. The story of "The Legend of Florere Pond" is a folktale passed down for generations about a desire-granting spirit that lived in a peach blossom pond. (Y/N), who has been having a rough time, seeks out this spirit in hope of release. He is more than happy to help with those desires in any way he can.

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She was desperate.

The Legend of Florere Pond is the passed-down town tale in (Y/N)’s town. If you walked far enough into the forest, you’d find its entrance close to a sycamore tree. People say very few people have come across it, as only those deemed worthy by the spirit guarding it are allowed to pass into its domain. Those who have claimed to see it described it as a tranquil icy blue pond with the most transparent, beautiful water. Peach trees in perpetual bloom cascaded their blossoms decorating the lake in a light pink layer. Speckling the pink lay differing greens of lilypads. Most importantly: when you touch down upon the water, blooming ripples would sprout from your fingertips and reflect a gentle finger mirroring yours from the depths below. If you managed to coax the spirit out, he would be able to see into your deepest desires.

(Y/N) needed some sort of escape, the world had gotten too fast. Work had been a nightmare, her co-workers only harassed her more due to her being a new employee, and her boss only fed into it. Her family had cut her out recently due to a fallout over her choice to leave law school. On top of all of that? Her best friend had recently stopped talking to her. The last solace of her day was her pet cat that she could come home and talk to, but no one ever gave her full accompaniment. Everything had felt empty, gray.

God, what would she do for a bit of color? And, my, did Florere Pound sound radiant.

She kissed her cat on top of the forehead between the ears, giving one last scratch after feeding him. Then, she slung a bag over her shoulders and head out. The sun rained upon her, covering her in a blanket of summertime warmth. Yet, that warmth did little to reach near her bones, only touching the surface of the tension that gnawed like frostbite inside of her. She found herself at the edge of tall trees looming above her, blocking out the sun from her once more. With one foot, she stepped inside and began to roam through.

It was much chillier within the walls of the forest. The trees were too thick to truly see anything through them, and she had turned too many times to find which way she had begun. Her heart beat faster as she got more committed to the forest, and the realization set in. Everything had looked the same, growing dizzier and dizzier, tree, upon the grass, upon another tree, upon a puddle. Everything was the same over and over, nothing defining enough use as a landmark. No sycamore tree was in sight, and (Y/N) grew desperate. 

“Shit!” She yelled as she looked at what she could only assume was the same tree she had usually been looking at, and kicked a rock in her frustration. It batted against the bark of the tree, doing little to hurt it.

(Y/N) took out her phone- no signal. She’d have to wander until she was close enough to get at least a bar. That way she could look up on maps some routes to get back.

She turned around for what she could only assume was the seventeenth time she had decided to ‘turn around’ to find her way back, and began to walk again. How naive did she have to be to believe in some ‘spirit’ anyway?

Looming above her was a tree that contrasted beyond the rest. It was a striking white, with crawling limbs touching the sky, and patches of leaves dwindling off it. A sycamore tree.

‘Come closer, I want to see you.’

The whispery voice shimmered in her ears, she could almost feel the light tease of lips against her ear with how intimately close the voice was to her. A light breeze brought goosebumps across her neck, feeling like nails tickling down her back, carving the arch within it. Her eyes widened, and she felt the pull to the sycamore tree in front of her.

All doubts began to slowly flood her mind, and that simple touch released the tension that was in her shoulders. She turned back sharply, to see nothing behind her as if she had imagined it all in her head. Once more she looked at the sycamore tree, every second that she wasn’t getting closer to it felt like reigning in a pulling force. So, she gave in, allowing herself to be pushed in front of it.

Yet, beyond the tree there was nothing, so she lightly touched it, running her fingers against the rough bark. A wave of dizziness crashed over her, and she tried to keep upright, holding onto the tree to keep herself up. She swung around to rest her back against it, her breath growing into heaves as she fought against the darkness that was swallowing her.

‘It’s okay.’ The same voice reassured lightly, ‘You’ll be here soon.’

Her head felt heavy as she raised it, feeling her whole world turned upside down. She was curled up into herself on the ground, the sun glistening upon her once more. Her vision slowly adjusted, and she saw herself, slightly distorted below her. Slowly raising up in confusion, she looked down to see her reflection, rippling against light ripples within a body of water. Adorned in the water floated by soft pink blossoms- peach blossoms. It was real all along? 

There was only one way to test that theory. She reached her hand into the water, dipping the very tip of her index finger into the water, and reflecting upon it: another finger similar to hers.

“(Y/N),” the voice whispered, “(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N).”

“What?” She responded a bit confused, she could tell the voice was one of a male.

“Such a pretty name, (Y/N).” He said again, his voice was airy and bright, almost in a teasing tone.

“Thank you?” she responded in confusion, “Is this…”

“Florere Pond? Yes.” He said.

(Y/N) looked around, seeing everything around her, it was truly as colorful as all the tales told it to be. Peach trees completely surrounded the pond, fog lingering between them, and the lake was such a vibrant aqua.

“Look,” the voice called, “Look into the water.”

She looked down, and gently swiped her arm across the water, pushing away the petals that covered the surface. There, lingering in the reflection showed a boy, reflecting as if he was right above the pond as she was. He had beautiful pink hair, and plump lips to match his soft face. His smile reached into his eyes as he laughed a bit, wearing a silky white shirt that near translucent, and tight black dress pants that wrapped around high-waisted. 

“Let’s get acquainted, shall we? It’s only fair you get to know me if I grant you your deepest desires,” he said, slowly his reflection got close to yours, the volume raising as he did. Yet, when she looked above the water next to her, there was nothing.

“My name is Jimin,” He whispered, “and all I am here to do is help you, take care of you, please you.”

“... Jimin?” She whispered looking at his reflection, and he nodded as he smiled, his hand slowly reaching over to her face, yet all she felt was heat against the area.

“It sounds prettier from you,” he laughed teasingly into her ear as he stroked his thumb on her cheek.

She felt herself get warmer from the attention, and tried to collect the words as they scattered in her mind.

“I, just, didn’t want to be alone.” she finally stammered out, looking at the spirit.

“I know,” he whispered, “You just need some time to relax, to get away from the ‘real world’ for a moment.” 

“It’s been all too much,” she whispered, tears beginning to glisten, as did the surface of the water, her eyes.

Jimin smiled lightly again and leaned closer to her ear again. The same tingly sensation rose within her stomach as he did.

“It’s okay, here we’re alone, and we can do whatever you want.” he said quietly, “I know you’re thinking of so many ways I could help you relax right now. Every single touch is sending you into overdrive, I see it, I feel it.”

He wasn’t even corporal, and this spirit had managed to make her stomach erupt. Every inch of her skin was begging to feel the same sensations as her neck and ear had to the mere existence of a breeze that she took to be his breath.

“Please,” she finally released, this spirit had managed to gain trust through mere subtleties.

He laughed a bit, “Whatever you so desire, my dear.”

The reflection disappeared, and for a moment she felt alone once more. The air grew thick as she looked down, confused. The water began to ripple a bit, and slowly the ends of pink hair peaked through the blossoms, a head raising out of the water, soon following the soaked shirt of Jimin, clinging tightly against his skin as he pulled himself out. He was lean, but muscular through and through. Seeing him outside of a reflection set it for her, and the comforting smile he gave once his eyes opened to meet hers.

“I’ll give you the best night of your life,” he said, moving closer to her as the peach blossoms moved against his path, “You’ll go back to your world feeling more relaxed than you ever have if you so let me.”

He leaned forward and coyishly moved to rest his head in the cranny of her neck, looking innocently up into her eyes. Yet, beyond it was a devilish smirk. He was an enigma to anything you had ever seen before, a toying playful spirit, a helpful hand, and a sinner wrapped up into one being.

“Yes,” she let out lightly, looking down at the spirit beneath her. He laughed lightly, sending shivers once more down her body as he did right against the skin of her neck.

Slowly his lips connected to the skin, his hand slowly trailing to the arch of her back again, resting in it as she pushed herself forward into his touch. He kissed lightly against it, his lips exploring every inch of the area, moving up to her jaw, and cheek, and then slowly meeting with half-lidded eyes into hers.

“Oh (Y/N),” he whispered, “I’ve had my eyes on you for a while. It took you so long just to come to wander into my domain so that I could see you for myself.”

So he had known her? She gulped against his words and opened her eyes.

“I caught your attention?” she whispered.

“Of course, you did, dear.” he smirked, “And I could only hope you’d welcome me in.”

Once more he resumed what he was doing, connecting his lips against hers in a gentle romantic kiss. The mere touch sent sparks throughout the entirety of (Y/N)’s body, his kiss served as a miracle giver, a blessing upon her. Every stroke and touch took every worry and pulled it out upon release. It was magical. He got growingly more curious as his lips trailed down to the edge of her shirt, looking up at her once more with eyes growing in his own sinful desire.

“Would you like me to remove this for you, dear?” he asked, leaving her just to breathlessly nod.

Slowly his fingers hooked around the edges of her shirt, lifting it up, his hands holding her hips as he reached down and kissed upon the edges of her breasts that showed beyond the bra that was still covering them. Soon, he grew a tiny bit rougher as he sucked, leaving purple blooms to begin to grow. He grew greedier upon each one, and she only grew more desperate against the teasing.

Soon her own hand began to explore, running fingers through his pink hair, which was awfully soft. Her hand trailed against his back and ran up his shirt, running nails down his back lightly.

“You’re getting needier,” he laughed a bit as he still kept low, “it’s cute.”

The praise only sent her into more desire as she nodded.

He ran his lips down to the base of her stomach, looking at her shorts, hooking around them as well as he pulled them down, hooking around the panties as he basked in her full glory.

“Ah, my apologies, it must be so rude for me not even to give back.” He smiled as he pulled back for a moment, and she gasped out at the lack of touch. The cold kiss of air against her clit made her shiver. Slowly he pulled off his own shirt, revealing abs that glistened against the surface of the water. He removed his pants, to reveal his true desires as well, hiding as he too was awfully aroused, shown in the tent in his boxers. Soon, those were off too as he sprung out, hitting his stomach. He gave off a show as he removed his clothes, turning, making sure each article took as long as possible to take off.

“Please,” she pleaded, “Jimin-”

“You’re so impatient darling” he whispered as he looked at her, watching as she was practically squirming.

Her own finger slowly lowered down to her clit, rubbing against it as she was desperate. The finger glided along perfectly as the arousal slicked her already.

“Shh” he reached forward and grabbed her wrist, stopping her movement and making her whine, “I’m supposed to be the one pleasuring you darling, don’t you remember?”

Biting her lip she nodded, this spirit singlehandedly was the most caring, and pleasurable being.

“I want to worship and bask in your beauty” he whispered, “In hopes that you’d see the same reflection I see of you in front of me, the you I’ve wanted for so so long, darling.”

Slowly he kissed down lower and lower against her, his lips grazing her folds, pulling her forward so that her legs dangled into the pond he stood in.

“Jimin please just touch me,” she whispered.

He licked his lips as he looked up at her, “I want to savor every single taste of you darling, you have to be patient with me.” 

Slowly he reached forward and pressed deeper into her, lips connecting with her clit as he began to lick, lips connecting his spit with her own wetness against her. She felt a wave of pleasure rack over her as his tongue worked against her, everything so smooth. She leaned herself back, bucking her hips up into his mouth as her head tilted back, moans falling out of her mouth as he worked against her.

He rested his hands against her hips, helping her hold herself up as he did just as he promised- savoring every single bit of her he got on his tongue, working perfectly as he licked stripes running up and down her, stimulating her clit with a flick. He kissed her again as his fingers tightened on her hips. Her own hands found his hair and tightened, pushing him further down on her. He didn’t mind it in the slightest.

“So sweet” he whispered as he pulled away for a second, just for her to push him back in, and he hummed against her pleased despite the forcefulness.

Her stomach tightened a bit as she felt herself getting close, Jimin slowly pulled away as he looked up at her, making her whine.

“Not yet, darling, there’s still so much we have to do,” he said, “I can’t have you releasing this early.” 

He raised himself a bit more out of the water, his dick fresh out against the air. (Y/N) leaned up and looked down at it, her hand reaching down and wrapping around the base as she began to pump it.

“Ah- now you don’t have to please me,” Jimin insisted as he leaned his head back, the smirk still coming onto his face as he watched her practically fall apart in desperation, crawling to him. It lit up a fire within him that he made the cool facade.

“I want to” she whispered, “God, I really want to.”

Jimin couldn’t argue with that as he bit his lip, nodding, letting her pump him for a bit, his own moans coming out.

“(Y/N), you’re so pretty like this,” he said smiling as he looked down.

“You do too,” She said quietly as she looked up at him.

His own hand trailed down as she pumped, and head down to her entrance, slowly teasing it with his finger, before smoothly plunging into her, beginning to move. She moaned and her hand fell back, not stopping her movements on him as he pumped him. Slowly he added a second, moving faster as she gasped, spreading her legs.

“More,” she whispered breathlessly, making Jimin tease a smile against his lips, which were agape.

“Anything for you,” he whispered, “Your begging would make me want to do anything.”

He moved to line himself up with her entrance, before slowly pushing in. She felt full as he did, and all of her worries completely drained at that point, leaving her just to focus on the pleasure he gave.

He thrusted into her, rocking his hips slowly as he wrapped his arms around her, pushing her closer to the edge of the pond. All (Y/N) could do was wrap her arms around him as well, holding him as she dug her nails into his back. She held her head into his neck, moaning into the skin.

“Jimin” she moaned, “God, Jimin.”

The way she said his name sent him into overdrive, feeling himself shiver.

“Oh (Y/N),” he whispered into her ear again, making the goosebumps raise again, his hips rocked rhythmically, skillful and graceful. The water rippled in time with his thrusts below him.

Slowly he pulled her deeper into the water, making her gasp, but the water was warm around her. Blossoms floated around her as they tingled against her back, surrounding the both of them as Jimin didn’t even stutter in his thrusts, getting only faster as he did. His mouth roamed once more and found her neck, kissing hickies right into the skin again.

She felt herself getting close, “Jimin-” she whispered, “Jimin-”

Jimin picked her up and pulled out of the water again, stopping his movements for a moment, and making her gasp.

“No-” she sobbed out at the sudden loss of buildup. Jimin fully removed himself from the water, pining her down underneath him.

“Not yet,” he whispered into her ear, “Not yet, not yet”

He reached his thumb down and teased her clit again, still deep inside of her. Once more he rocked slowly, now on top of her as she lay on her back in the soft grass. Jimin was beautiful with the sun reflecting on top of him, and he was glowing. His thrusts once more resumed at a normal pace, making her grow more desperate.

“Please, please let me come!” she cried out, feeling her orgasms get closer and closer each time they were denied.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he whispered, his thrusts suddenly gaining in pace as he got even faster against her, rocking her chest up and down. He took the opportunity to take one in his hand, kneading it and teasing against the nipple, his mouth going to work at the other one.

“I'm coming!” She yelled as Jimin moved out, and she felt her whole world rock around her as her hips spasmed, sharp squirts falling out, and Jimin smirked as he squirted all over him, feeling proud as he did, still rubbing her clit harshly to pull her through the orgasm. Once she was done, he pumped himself a couple of times, moaning as he too came on her stomach.

(Y/N), as she lay on the floor, felt lighter than she ever had, looking up into Jimin’s eyes, which had lost the arousal and were replaced with the same innocence she saw earlier.

“Oh, (Y/N),” he whispered, “we made such a mess,” he said leaning down and resting his head on the middle of her chest.

Her eyes widened at the two sides of this man and nodded. 

“How do you feel?” he asked, hand reaching to stroke her cheek once more, caringly.

“So, much lighter,” was all she could get out, she felt like she wanted to lie there forever, in the midst of the peach blossom-covered grass with the man who just made all of her worries go away.

“Good,” he whispered, “Then your desire is fulfilled?”

“No, replaced,” she responded, “I want you.”

He laughed, “That’s a hard bargain,” he whispered, “But anything for you.”

She had fallen asleep soon after.

Ring. Ring.

She groggily turned her head, looking next to her, 7:00 A.M, her alarm for work was going off. Part of her wished that she could close her eyes and go back to that pond, return to that dream state once more. Yet, she had duties. The eyes of that man lingered in her mind, feeling disappointed as she had to go brush her teeth. She got into her work clothes and was prepared to start another god-forsaken day.

She head out of her apartment and opened the door to look to see the apartment next to her was fully sold, with boxes adorning the outside of it.

“Hello!” that voice.

She looked down the hall to see the same man from her dreams walk forward, carrying a box.

“My name is Jimin. I think you live in room 130, right? I’m moving into 131! I hope we can be good friends!” he bowed politely to you. A teasing smirk though ghosted beyond that bow.

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[H/C] Halloween Date Nights with BTS

A/N: In a spooky mood? Check out and join the taglist for Chronicles of Hollow House, a supernatural Halloween-inspired fic series, BTS x Reader! Synopsis: BTS brings Reader on various halloween-themed dates!

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Kim Seokjin

Haunted House

He's a scardy cat, and you're well aware of this, which is why you suggested a nice night at home with maybe a nice romantic dinner. Then you could carve pumpkins, something nice.

Jin adamantly refused- he wanted to go visit a haunted house.

Why he wanted to? Maybe it was a sense of pride to show off to you.

(Your guess was that he wanted to show off he could considering the rest of the younger members did it fine.)

When you got there he was already looking like he was about to chicken out.

His hand's grip on yours was tighter than it ever had been.

Plus the fact you could tell he was sweating and getting a bit conscious about it as he wiped his forehead with the heel of his palm.

"Are you sure you don't want to go home?" You'd offer to him.

He refused, again, he was too far gone.

Once you two got in he was already on edge by the introduction video, gripping onto your shoulder.

He jumped at a jumpscare, letting out an 'ah!' at the end of the introduction video, holding onto you.

You comforted him by holding his hand a bit tighter.

You two got deeper into the house and he was about to cry at that point, eyes screwed shut. He was barely noticing anything going around.

A scare actor next to him jumped out, and he screamed, flailing his arms in front of him as he got closer to you.

If anything- Jin's abrupt screaming startled you more than the actors.

One time though you got scared, and jumped into Jin's arms, him holding you protectively as he yelled at the scare actor too.

In the end, he had to practically peel away from you, since he was so attached "Never again."

Regardless, however, it was a very memorable night, and you had quite a few things to use as blackmail against him.

Kim Namjoon

Corn Maze

You both wanted something simple, but still fun.

While looking for a cute date night, you guys found a corn maze advertised, and decided 'Why not?'

What you didn't know about was the next 20 minutes of absolute fumbling you'd be doing inside.

"Have we been going in circles?"

"I think this is the same dead corn on the floor"

"No that's definitely a different piece of corn.."

About 30 minutes in you two were about to give up and took a break as you sat at a dead end.

Namjoon would put an arm around your shoulder and just hug you for a bit.

"What if we just ran through the corn?"

"You can't do that, that's cheating!"

After debating on if you should just go through or not, you decided on eventually trying to push through the corn.

"Why is it wet??"

Of course, the corn was very damp and surprisingly sturdy, trying to push through it proved quite difficult.

Eventually, you both got through, and Namjoon gave you a celebratory kiss, despite the fact you had to resort to desperate measures.

Min Yoongi

Graveyard Visit

As for a Halloween date, you two wanted to do something a bit quieter, but neither of you was the biggest fan of horror movies.

Plus you wanted to get Yoongi out of the studio.

So you decided to go with him to go out to visit a graveyard.

At the graveyard, you two took some cleaning supplies and left flowers, and cleaned some of the graves.

Which might not sound that fun, but it was a respectful thing to do.

Not to mention something other than focusing on writing music, but still doing something was a nice distraction.

After you two finished cleaning some graves up, you found an empty part far in the back and laid down to have a picnic.

You made some spooky treats and cooked him some of his favorite foods.

He eventually fell asleep resting his head on your shoulder, and you two cuddled there and rested for a bit.

It was a relaxing night that he desperately needed for a while.

On the drive home, you two noticed some people out trick or treating, and decided to leave a bucket of 'take one!' candy out.

(Suga added- 'Or more. If you want to be like that.')

Jung Hoseok

Couples Costumes

J-hope had been looking forward to Halloween for a while

To the point, he had a whole notebook filled with ideas for costumes.

Toaster and Toast? Washing Machine and Drier? Queen and King of hearts?

He had so many cheesy ideas up his sleeve, his favorite though was PB + J

"Oh my god you look so cute" he would laugh as you come out, fully in a bread suit with purple fabric for the 'jelly'.

"I look ridiculous"

He only looked more ridiculous with the biggest grin on his face as he wore the peanut butter version of the same suit.

You pouted, and he let out an 'aw!'.

He would walk over and give you the biggest hug ever, which funnily enough connected the costumes, although the hug was extremely awkward.

"I can't even kiss you like this!"

"Of course, I can!" he would say and lean forward and kiss you, the costumes heavily getting in the way.

"You're ridiculous" you'd respond laughing, no matter how unhappy with the costumes you were, you had to admit J-Hope made them funny.

Park Jimin

Pumpkin Carving

The idea of pumpkin carving sort of came out on a whim

"I've always wanted to try carving one!"

The two of you first went pumpkin picking to find the perfect pumpkins

"I'll call him, Mochi" he'd joke holding up a pumpkin.

"Looks just like you"

Afterward, he found a tiny pumpkin with a large stem to compare to you.

"So this one will be called, Y/N!"

Whatever that means.

Taking both home, you two began carving

You went for a nice cat with a moon in the background as your inspiration.

Meanwhile, he went for a puppy.

Cutting open the pumpkin he immediately complained.

"It's so slimy!" he would say reaching in to scoop it out, before resorting to a spoon.

He tried to tease you by wiping his hand on your shoulder, so you jokingly pretended to throw pumpkin guts at him in response.

"This is a nice shirt, watch yourself!"

After you're done he'd turn the pumpkin around to reveal a really bad carving of what seems to be a face? With another taller face?

"See, it's me and you!" he would laugh

Kim Taeyhung

Trick or Treating

You knew this was his excuse to go trick or treating.

It had to be, while else would he offer to go with you when you said you were bringing your cousin trick or treating.

That was basically sealed once you realized the fact he came in a full vampire costume

With a traditional sheet-ghost costume for you

After some begging, you put it on and walked around with your cousin, who was dressed up as a pumpkin and you three walked around

V kept complimenting on all of the costumes he saw, finding some cute ones.

He also complimented all of the decorations of the house.

"One day our house will have to be decorated like this!" he said as he looked at a giant inflatable ghost that was lit up, a fog machine included.

He held your hand and basically pulled you around more than your cousin did.

The two of them began to run off together due to their excitement.

It was adorable how good he was with children.

He'd kneel down and tell him to take one, and whisper 'Trick or treat!' into his ear for him when he hesitated at any of the doors

Once he came back to you and held your hand you knew if you two had children one day, Halloween would immediately be their favorite holiday.

Jeon Jungkook

Horror Movie

His idea to watch a Halloween movie was not unreasonable for him

HE didn't find them that scary, YOU on the other hand weren't the biggest fan of them.

You were most definitely not a fan of embarrassing yourself in front of Jungkook too.

Especially when throughout the entire movie he made fun of the scares since they didn't phase him.

You on the other hand were on the edge of your seat.

As soon as he noticed this after the first scare he would wrap his arm around you.

"Shh, it's okay" he would whisper holding you, and kissing your forehead.

"I'll protect you from the spooky movie" he would tease making you poke his side, lightly tickling him.

"Okay stop I'm sorry!"

He's lucky he's sweet and throughout the entire movie peppers you with kisses whenever you're scared.

In the end, you actually barely watched the movie, as the entire time you were hidden in Jungkook's chest.

Midway through the movie too, he would get distracted by you with him and instead focus all his attention on kissing you, rubbing your back, etc.

"Do you even remember a single thing that happened?" he'd as once he was confused about the ending.

"Not a clue."

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Chronicles Of Hollow House Masterlist

Reader x BTS

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Status: Currently Writing

Genre: Thriller/Supernatural/Smut Synopsis: A house across the street serves as a warning. It had an outside so perilous and terrifying that no one was reckless enough to strut inside. Regardless, the noises inside the house bud concerningly, nurturing the curiosity of Y/N. One night, she sees someone, something, prowling outside of the house. The following day, she receives a formal invite to a dinner party at the house. She can only wonder what lies inside such an infamously avoided household. TWS: Horror-Themes, +18

Chapters

*Can be read as separate two-parters (Introduction + Specific Character Chapter) or as a complete series! The chapter order listed is in recommended order if you'd like to read as a full series.

Introduction

Kim Taehyung [TBA]

Min Yoongi [TBA]

Jung Hoseok [TBA]

Park Jimin [TBA]

Jeon Jungkook [TBA]

Kim Seokjin [TBA]

Kim Namjoon [TBA] •─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

To be added to taglist, please comment ++ If you have a specific character you want to be tagged in please let me know.

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hi admin, would you write hybrid!member or hybrid!reader? wanna know to make a request xx

Yeah! I'm fully alright with that :) Lmk your request!

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Heyy Can you write a hdc about boyfriend yoongi please ? 😊

[H/C] BTS as Boyfriends

A/N: Hey! Thank you for the request! Again I love Yoongi with my whole heart and love writing about him <3.

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Kim Seokjin

If there's one thing about Kim Seokjin, is that he loves spoiling the people he cares about.

His number one person on that list, none other than you.

Taking you out to stores, arcades, wherever you wanted to go that day if you so wanted to

Of course, you'd do your best to spoil him back but he'd get too shy and modest.

He's big on making your day better and taking care of you.

The best boyfriend if you're sick for sure, he'd make sure you're eating properly and getting as much rest as possible.

His favorite date night would be to just stay at home and make a meal with you.

He'd either enjoy it with you- or if you brought food with him to work he'd of course do an Eat Jin with it.

Raves about you all the time to all the other members.

Although he is a HUGE romantic

Anniversaries? You bet they'd be the biggest things (although extremely cheesy)

Rose Petals on the floor, (He'd complain about cleaning it later), wine, and a romantic dinner.

Kim Namjoon

He's a bit more of a protective boyfriend

When he's away for tour or work, he'd constantly be messaging you.

"Hey, how was your day today?" "Are you doing alright darling?"

Would do anything to make sure you were safe and happy.

He's not too big on PDA, but when you all are alone he's quite the cuddler

He'd take you on dates to more fun-oriented places and you'd realize how much of a goofball he is

But he's a charming goofball none less

His favorite date nights would be ones that you two really get a connection on

Late-night drives with the music on and windows down? Those would be his absolute favorite.

He'd take you to work and show you what he was working on all the time as well, proud and wanting to show you.

Of course, he'd praise you for your accomplishments too.

Min Yoongi

People don't expect him to be as doting of a boyfriend as he actually is

But he is behind closed doors for sure

When he's stressed out or just has had a long day, he'll come home and just hug you, not wanting to let go.

His favorite naps are the ones you're with him for.

He'd love resting his head on your chest or in the crook of your neck and just relaxing.

In terms of inspiration, you're his biggest.

When writing songs, and producing, all he can think about is you.

He has a notebook of songs that he wants to write for you but never has published any of them.

Jungkook would find it on accident, and of course, be threatened into silence.

He thought none of the songs were good enough to truly capture who you are to him.

You'd come in, knowing he didn't want to really be bothered while he was working, but drop something like food off, give him a quick kiss on the forehead, and leave.

And he'd love that about you, how you knew his boundaries but still showed him love in small ways.

That was more than enough to him.

Jung Hoseok

There is never a dull moment with him as your boyfriend.

He simply would not allow it; he'd bring you on dates, trips, and anything possible.

And even if it was a day he was too tired to do all of that, he'd stay home with you and just cuddle. Maybe he'd crack some jokes and watch movies with you.

No matter what though, as long as you two are together there is no room for something to be boring.

He'd turn the simplest things into a show of affection

Cooking? He'd draw a little heart with any condiment he used.

Cleaning the house? You bet he's putting on music and dancing around as he does it.

Even when he's tired, and stressed, he'd just hold onto you while you comforted him.

And he's the same way with you.

A long day at work? You bet he'd be putting on a bath for you and finding your favorite movie at the time on Netflix to put on.

He's absolutely caring and adores you with his entire heart.

Park Jimin

There are two sides to Jimin you see mainly dating him

The sweet and cuddly Jimin who just wants to spend time with you

and a complete pain in your ass.

When he wants to do something, you bet he'd just walk up behind you and nuzzle into your shoulder, mumbling your name over and over until you paid attention to him.

And if he's doing something flirtatious he knew flustered you? By god, he'd be smug about it the entire time.

If he's got you in his lap, he'd be poking your thighs or shoulder every once in a while, messing up your hair, but all so lovingly.

But that same day he could fall asleep in your lap, being the cutest piece of shit you could imagine.

If he knew you were in a bad mood, however, he'd drop the smugness and just take care of you.

He'd do anything for you of course, and that made all the teasing worth it in your heart.

He's a master at flustering you and being the most confident person alive, but as soon as you do something that makes him flustered he gets all shy about it.

Kim Taehyung

Teasing you is one of his favorite things to do

He'd love just playing with you, playing jokes and pranks on you all the time

His love language is basically teasing

But when someone tries to tease you? He'd get all huffy and protective

Because you're his, of course!

If you teased him back? He'd roll with it and even find it funny.

When things get serious though, there's such a 180 he can pull and it's intriguing for sure.

He's a protective, caring boy who would do anything for the person he loves.

If things were rough, he'd do anything he could to make it better.

He loves big shows of romance too sometimes, whenever there was an anniversary he'd take care of you the entire time, and drop the teasing.

Just for the day of course, because the next day he'd go back to his goofy self.

He'd love writing slow songs about you too.

Jeon Jungkook

At first, your relationship would seem more like a 'fling' than anything.

He'd treat it very lightly, and be confident in what he had.

But then as soon as it gets serious? He's flustered and doesn't know what to do

Flings? Perfectly his game. A relationship? He was less experienced at that.

But eventually, you two would get through that phase as she shyly would confess and take your relationship to a more steady one.

Once that happens? He's a caring guy.

He'd want to spend as much quality time with you as possible.

Not to mention he's a huge gift-giver.

He'd want to bring you home and teach you all of the games that he played so that when he was away and had free time you could play them together

And he's such a gentle teacher while doing it.

And if you're not as good as him? He'd protect you and hype you up when you made a good play. If you were equal or better? He'd hype the hell out of you up even more.

"That's my carry!"

He'd give you so much to the point where you could have a drawer full of things you gave him.

As well as sweatshirts you'd steal from him of course.

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I would like to request bad boy yoongi x fem reader + fluff. Maybe he's in a gang? sometimes feeding the stray cats when nobody sees him? That's when the reader meets him? (although there were already rumors of him being dangerous in the neighborhood)? the reader is just an innocent angel 🥹? him being like "you are too good for this world" "i am NOT A SOFTIE" (but he is when he's with her)

PART 2

A/N: Thank you for the request! This one was so fun to write lol, I love myself some good Min Yoongi! Genre: Fluff Synopsis: Y/N moves into a new city, unaware of the gang wars happening in it. Yet, she meets a strange man she saw on the news when going to feed her stray cat. TW: Jumping, Gang Violence Word Count: 3.5k AO3 Link

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When (Y/N) first moved into the city, the last place she thought she’d be was here.

(Y/N) first lived in a small town off near the coast, not shabby by any means, but nowhere near as intense and busy as the city. She got good grades, always showed up to work on time, and kept a good simple lifestyle. Her parents were quite concerned by the idea of her living on her own after college and making such a big change, but she insisted. A job opportunity had come up- a flower shop had opened up there that she had been interested in for a while, so she made her final decision.

Since her arrival, it took only a few steps into the city streets to hear the rumors of the Purple Bangtan. She was in the midst of a subway station, only hearing bits and pieces of phone calls and meetings as she patiently waited for her train. However, one conversation stood out amongst the rest, prickling at her ears.

“You saw a purple bandana?” Two women sat, both eyebrows furrowed, tense, and hunched over in their hushed conversation.

“On the tree next to 35th Avenue, the one at the corner? It was hanging off one of the branches,” The other woman explained, making the initiator bite her cheek.

“They’re expanding their territory like mad now,” She whispered, “All the way up to 35th Avenue now? How can we even expect to be safe anymore?”

This piqued her interest. Surely, there couldn’t be that big of an issue? She had heard of gang culture many times before but never had to live through it herself. When she first revealed she was moving to this particular city with her friends, she was met with ferocious disdain from them. They told her that the gangs would eat her alive; that Purple Bangtan was one of the most infamous, most influential gangs you could get. Despite all of their concern, she knew they had never lived here before either, so maybe it wasn’t all bad, that the reputation had just preceded it outside of the city, inflated. Yet, seemingly that wasn’t the case as she so thought.

Within the week she had moved into her apartment, getting comfortable and forgetting all about the Purple Bangtan’s existence.

The soft pitter-patter of the rain provided a pleasant backdrop for a quiet night in her apartment. She laid in her room, enjoying the comfort provided by the noise. Remote in hand, she flicked through a bunch of channels, indecisive about what she wanted to watch at that moment. A flash of purple on her screen made her pause as the memories came flooding back.

“...and welcome to Channel 3 news! This just in, Purple Bangtan strikes again, the attacks growing more concerning as a prevalent gang war divides the city with devastating consequences to the civilians. Three large buildings, all on Main Street have been set on fire, with one person identified on security cameras running away from the buildings.”

She squinted as she looked at the person, a man with seemingly minty blue hair, running away wearing a bright purple jacket, facing backward away from the camera. He turns to the side for a split second, throwing a lit match, igniting everything in the process. A rock from the camera’s blindspot gets thrown into the frame, launching at the lens, sufficiently rendering it unusable in the chase. The news went no further into the case, and (Y/N) shut off the television. She didn’t know how to feel about it. The incident was two blocks down from her building. They were getting closer.

The next day, she went outside her building to hear meowing. Her apartment was in the midst of a slightly quieter street, so the noise was a bit of a surprise to her. But- curiosity took over as she felt like she had to go investigate. Who wouldn’t want to potentially see a kitten? She looked around to see a couple of cats, prowling together behind a dumpster. One was biting at a dead rat by the side of it, making (Y/N) wince a tiny bit.

“Oh, babies you must be so hungry.” She looked down and reached the back end of her palm out in order to approach them.

Two looked apprehensive, and (Y/N) expected such a reaction, but one slowly moved up and sniffed the back of her hand. The conviviality of the action left the cat interested. He slowly reached his neck out and sniffed, before eventually deciding that (Y/N) was indeed a trustworthy person, and rubbed her hand with his head.

“Aww, don’t worry, I’ll be right back!” (Y/N) was left with an idea as she stood up, quickly petting him on the top of the head, “I'll name you Mang.”

Soon the visits with Mang became daily, and she would come at the end of every night to set out a bowl and feed Mang, and the other occasional couple of stray cats by pouring food. She had a set couple of bags just dedicated to them, and she grew quite attached.

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(Y/N) went out in order to feed Mang, which had become a ritual now. It fit perfectly in between taking the train after work and going inside to cook dinner. She head down into the alleyway and was surprised when Mang didn’t immediately head out to her. He always met her.

“Mang?” she called out into the alley; her voice echoed off the building sides with a lack of reply.

She looked further down into the alleyway, she never went down past the garbage, she knew it connected a couple of buildings further in and exited on the other side of the street, so it wasn’t a dead end. But, the oversized buildings in between cast down a gloomy shadow. If she went further down- it would get harder to see, combined with the fact the sun was already setting. She gulped but proceeded to shakily step one foot next to the other to get further down the alley.

“Mang? Come out?” she called out to him, part of her worried that he might have gotten attacked- or ran over.

She walked further down and felt something against the top of her head, and she looked up. Hanging off a low balcony above her- a piece of ribbon. It was too dark to make out any distinct qualities of it, other than the fact it hung tied to the bottom of a railing. It stretched far enough to hit the top of her head as she kept her eyes focused lower.

She paid no mind, for a small white cat began barreling towards her, and she smiled. “Mang!”

(Y/N) leaned down to hug the cat, mumbling sweetly to her as pet her. Mang purred against her side, leaning happily into her touch.

“Her name is Holly.” a deep voice corrected, and (Y/N) quickly raised her eyes in confusion.

She recognized that hair immediately, the soft mint, but only it draped along over his forehead, accompanying cold brown eyes, narrowed what she assumed could only be in annoyance. He wore a white loose t-shirt, with draped blue jeans. Memories of seeing the man light the match and toss it to the side as if it was nothing replayed in her head.

“I’m sorry, is this your cat?” She? Holly? Two things came to mind, one of them had the gender wrong, and (Y/N) wasn’t sure which, and this man- from Purple Bangtan, had named Mang.

“I’ve been feeding her for weeks.” He said, and (Y/N) noticed the fact that he held a bowl full of cat food in his hands, he set it down, Holly-Mang(?) licking it up happily.

“Oh, that’s really sweet of you,” (Y/N) said gently, looking over him, the image kept replaying in her head, “But, I have been too, I guess Mang has been swindling me.”

She leaned down and continued to pet the cat.

“First of all, her name is Holly,” he said as he leaned down as well, Holly-Mang moving over to rub against his legs. “Second of all, I’ve noticed she’s been stronger recently- or at least more energetic.”

The two images in her head conflicted, the arsonist gang member, and this man who has a very sweet cat rubbing up against him, one that he had chosen to feed.

“Are you part of Purple Bangtan?” A beat.

The boy looked up and raised an eyebrow, “You’re not from the city are you?”

“Not really.” She gulped, worried that she had done something wrong.

“You can’t just go around asking people that.” He narrowed his eyes, “That could get you in a lot of trouble. How long have you been staying here?”

“About two weeks now,” she admitted as she met eyes with him, she thought he didn’t seem to have any intention of hurting her.

“And you’re wandering into gang territory if you didn’t notice.” he said as he motioned up to the balcony, where the purple fabric flew, “You need to be much more observant.”

(Y/N) sheepishly nodded, now a bit embarrassed at the fact she was getting lectured by a potential gang member. But- in truth he was right.

“I promise I won’t report if you are-” she said quickly, not wanting to make any enemies, “It was just a question!”

“Then yes.” he said, “And don’t make promises to gangs, know you will be held to that promise. You’re too innocent for this city, it’s foolish, so you better smarten up if you don’t want to get hurt.”

“We can call her Holly,” she said giving into the name, although deep in her mind she knew she’d still call the cat Mang in her heart.

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They had a cordial contract. Each day they’d both feed Holly, and sometimes if they went to go feed her at the same time, they would simply say nothing. The first couple of times it happened, the boy would simply leave, but one time he didn’t. He sat there, still petting Holly.

“My name’s (Y/N) by the way. What is your name?” (Y/N) asked that day.

“... Why?” he said, “Thinking of ratting out?”

“No!” She said, she couldn’t imagine it now, this man cared as much about Holly as she did, “If we’re going to be seeing each other a lot, I’d just want a name to call you.”

The silence was thick after that, the boy going just to pet the cat, and no response to her question. It left her feeling a pang in her stomach, worried now that she had just potentially ruined her relationship with cat-gang-boy, or that targets were locked on her.

“Suga.” he admitted.

“Flows off the tongue, Suga, it's cool,” She said with a smile as she called over Holly with a few ‘tsks’, making her strut on over to receive the attention from (Y/N) too.

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“This can’t be happening!” She looked at the time, 5:31, she had missed her train, the last train, by one minute.

It started with her falling on her way inside the subway station, tripping down the stairs, and thoroughly embarrassing herself during her morning commute. During work, she had miss-trimmed some flowers, resulting in her having to completely redo a bouquet she was working on (with a stern talking to from her boss). Then, on the way back, her walk was delayed by traffic and rioters crowding the streets. So now she found herself trying once more to walk- this time all the way back home, while the streets were thoroughly crowded. The icing on the cake? The sky was turning a dull gray, and the streets began to soak against the rain that had begun to pour. (Y/N) hadn’t had a ‘Rainy Day Walk’ on her schedule for the day, so she didn’t have an umbrella with her.

Guess she’d have to find another way.

On her walk, she did her best to try to run through crowds, but the city was extremely busy that day. She also had never really had to walk back before, so she was desperately trying to use google maps to find her way back.

5 Percent Warning.

This couldn’t be happening.

She tried to find her way through the city, but to no avail, which only got much worse when her phone eventually died. Ten minutes later she was completely lost, trying to find any sign of a marker that she could use to find her way home. Maybe even a map of some kind. But that was to no avail as she passed by. Eventually, she found an area of the city that was quieter, with fewer people crowding the streets. At least it would be easier to get by!

As she walked, she noticed how eerily quiet that area was. It was a part of town she barely recognized, the doors all unlabeled, looking closer to a residential area if anything. No shops were in sight, at least ones that she could tell were open and welcoming. The air was getting colder and her clothes were thoroughly soaked.

“What do you think you’re doing here?”

Goosebumps rose on the back of her neck as she felt something cold against it, and a figure had graciously taken the time to wrap his arms around (Y/N) and pull her back against her chest. At the same heave of her chest with her breathing, she felt the coolness of his breath against her ear.

“Please let me go,” She whimpered, “I’m just trying to get home!” she looked around again, and saw a piece of cloth hanging on a tree nearby- a blue one.

“Take off your purse, put it on the ground, walk forward, and don’t look back then.” He said, “or else I won’t hesitate to push this night into your pretty skin. You’re quite an idiot for coming around here, a beautiful, little one.”

(Y/N) reached to her shoulder and tried to take off her bag, slipping the purse off, and it hit the ground with a thunk. Inside was her dead phone, wallet, and keys to her apartment. Now she was really screwed with any idea of getting back.

Suddenly, she felt the weight release off her back, and she let out a momentary sigh of relief until she heard the yell of the same man.

“An attack out in the middle of the open? God, how arrogant are you blues these days?” (Y/N) could recognize that voice from anywhere now, she turned around.

Her attacker, a man she could see now who looked about in his forties, struggled against the grip of none other than Suga, who held a blade right up to his neck too. 

“This has been Purple Bangtan area for years, I’m surprised you think you can still just come up and claim it like it's nothing. Where are your friends? Are you out here acting alone? Trying to be a big shot and bring home some meaningless empty territory and cash back home? Prove yourself. Well, you never will, you’re worthless.” he scorned as he flipped the man around, and kneed him sharply in the balls, pushing him against the ground before pinning him with his foot on his chest. 

(Y/N)’s eyes widened as she watched. “Okay, just let him go!” she said gulping.

Suga looked up and met eyes with her, scoffing, but complying as he pushed him to the side. He walked over to pick up the soaked purse and handed it back.

“Thank you,” (Y/N) gave him a relieved smile.

“What are you doing around here in some random gang territory?” he asked, putting his hand in between her shoulders. His hand was large and rough against her back, but it guided her with a sense of fragility to move, “And in the rain? You’re going to catch hypothermia, not to mention you’re getting jumped already.”

“I got lost,” (Y/N) replied, “I missed the train.”

Suga let out a tight sigh as he furrowed his eyebrows, but when he looked over, they weren’t in frustration, but concern. He slowly took off his jacket and handed it over to her. (Y/N) was confused by the gesture at first but slowly pulled it over herself.

“It’s at least not a soaked sweater,” he said finally as he began over.

“But you’re going to get cold!” She scoffed.

“You’re too good for this world.” he said, “Concerned about me, not wanting to hurt the man who tried to rob you.”

(Y/N) didn’t quite know how to reply, but just nodded.

“I’ll bring you home.”

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She had gotten to know Suga a lot over the next month. He’d come more often at the same time you would to feed the cat, and you’d sit there petting Holly, (who you both figured out WAS indeed a girl).

(Y/N) also learned he had a couple of friends, RM, J-Hope, Jimin, and more. She figured out Suga was just his gang name, and he wasn’t quite comfortable enough to tell you his real name yet. That Purple Bangtan was mostly concerned with other gang’s businesses over citizens.

“Why did you join?” The question had lingered on her mind for a while.

“Purple Bangtan?” She nodded, and Suga paused to think, “I was broke, had no home, no purpose. They gave me one. I’d do anything to protect them. They saved me.”

(Y/N) had never really thought about gangs in that way, but it made sense. Suga was wrapped up in a business that was bigger than he could ever be, in a trade that is dangerous, but that wasn’t his choice.

“Why did you set fire to those buildings?”

“God, those?” he raised his eyebrows, “They belonged to the blue clan, and had tried to kidnap Jimin!” His voice raised in a bit of anger at thinking about it.

“Oh,” (Y/N) paused, and now the pictures made a lot more sense in her mind, they didn’t belong as contrasting images, but in a gallery of a man who’d do anything to protect someone he deemed worthy of it, “I see why.”

Suga raised his head.

“You just want to protect people you care about.”

They both paused, and Suga nodded.

“Why did you save me then.”

Suga was in the middle of petting Holly, but his hand stopped at the base of her tail, pausing at that question. There were many things to Suga, the hard-assed man who was notorious for being in the most influential gang. For example, he had quite the talent for arson, could fight anyone with ease that crossed his way, and had countless bloodstains of all types over his hands.

There were also things that little people knew about. For, there was also the fact that he could play piano, had a strong connection with a stray cat named Holly, and that he was soft for a woman named (Y/N).  

“... You need to be protected.” he settled on, looking up and seeing her face, which was contorted a bit, “and, I.. Holly needed you here to visit her too.” 

(Y/N) was a relief to Suga after a long day. Throughout he’d be doing business, defending, behind-the-scenes work, and more. Every day was different, but one thing stayed the same. That each day at around 6 p.m, (Y/N), a sweet innocent girl, would come to feed Holly with him. With all the pessimism in his life, seeing someone with just a ray of sunshine, perfectly pure to the world around her, was just so relieving to him. It was a de-stressor. He wanted her there, and he’d protect her at any cost. Which is why when she wasn’t there at her normal time, he still held a bit of worry as he went on his patrol that night, and was even more vigilant to your attack.

“You needed me?” She caught the mistake, smiling brightly.

“... Holly did.” he hid behind the cat, and looked up, his voice going higher to mock Molly, “How would I get my second portion of food any other way!”

“You wanted me around!” (Y/N) was giddy as she said it again, “Suga, you really are a softie!”

“I’m not a softie!” He said scoffing, and then switched his tone, “.. It’s Min Yoongi by the way.”

She smiled, Min Yoongi, perfect.

“Well, ‘Min Yoongi’, how about we hang out somewhere else for a change? We can watch a movie sometime.” She offered with a smile, “Or, go out to eat.”

“Sure.” he said, “But know you’re getting into a dangerous life by asking me to do something like that.”

“Oh, I’m not worried” (Y/N) smiled, and went back inside as she waved, “Meet me here again tomorrow and we will then!”

As (Y/N) went back inside, Suga swore he’d protect her, at all costs.

Continue to part 2

[sugarycandies]

The Painting (Jimin x Reader)

Pairing: Jimin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Synopsis: Jimin knew that the girl Y/N presented herself as wasn't the one she truly was. He'd do anything to tear apart that facade and know who you truly were, as he was falling deeply in love with the pieces that did show of her.

Word Count: 2.5k

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It took just one glance. Just one single glimmer out of the corner of his eyes. He recognized it right away- how could he not? The way the dress just perfectly curved around her hips, adding small creases around the side. How it ended just right against the midsection of your thighs, kissing tightly against the skin, leaving little to no room. Most of all, how she carried herself in it; despite her eyes roaming around the room, she held her chin high, yet her body beautifully let loose in stark contrast. She didn’t care who’s eyes were on her, even if they were eating her up high to low. Especially if they weren’t- for all she cared about was the fact she, in herself, could appear as though she could carry herself in such an appearance.

He knew right away it was a facade; a deception she had meticulously crafted over the years. During high school, she had created this false identity. One painted in the most delightful makeup, against the tightest dresses and brightest of smiles. A portrait of aromas and attributes, wholly superficial in nature, but a comforting blanket of security. She had hated the cold that truth gave.

Jimin saw through it. Unlike the other people in the room, (especially the man she was currently finding herself flirtatiously involved with as she danced, which Jimin was quite unamused by), he knew you were simply the exhibit of an aesthetical piece. A beautiful one at that, one with lots of rose golds, pinks, and purples, perhaps one of a chameleon. Despite however many touch-ups she created to her exhibit, Jimin could see the cracks in between the strokes, underneath it another painting that remained an enigma. One crack? The way your eyes just so subtly held apprehension below the mascara underneath. The tells were subtle, but there. Jimin’s goal, meanwhile, was to satisfy the want to take his nails against the mosaic, and chip down everything she had created. He desired to watch as the paint crumbled would against the floor. Everything he could to see what lay underneath it all. What was so dastardly that you would try anything to make other people not see it?

Sophomore year of college, his curiosity began.

-✦-

“(Y/N)!” he whined, rolling his head against the edge of the couch. Sophomore year of college, and she had freshly moved into her new dorm room, a simple task in itself, but Jimin had insisted his help was necessary for it. 

“What is it now?” She replied back, lifting her head up. She was crouched down, the heels of her hands pressing against the dipping ends of a cardboard box.

“I came here to help, so please just let me.” Jimin tried, puppy eyes matching the protruded lower lip.

So far, (Y/N) had re-arranged the furniture, posted most of her wall art, and decorated her desk. Several more boxes of clothes and other things yet to be unpacked are still scattered on the floor. Yet, every time Jimin had tried to touch one, she shooed him away. Which led him to his current status, lying there watching as she did all of the work.

“It’s my shit Jimin, I’m not going to let you do it for me,” She stubbornly replied, grabbing another box as she stood, slamming it against the desk as she rummaged through supplies, she took out some books and rested them on a nearby shelf, “I told you- if you’re going to come I’m not going to let you help. Now you get to just sit there and look pretty.”

Jimin flopped against the couch and let out a small sigh. To no response, he peaked his head over at (Y/N) again, seeing as she had already returned back to unpacking. He let out another loud sigh, but nothing again. Once more he tried, this time letting out an overly loud obnoxious yawn.

“If you’re so bored go home.” She said sassily, finally turning to look over to Jimin.

“I know you want my company.” Jimin teased as he looked at her, “If you didn’t you wouldn’t of let me come at all!”

She let out a tiny laugh, one that barely escaped her lips, or maybe even a scoff. Jimin couldn’t tell. What he could tell, though, was the fact that a smile had curled up against her mouth, despite of whether she wanted to or not. As soon as it faded away, once more returning to her work, it didn’t leave Jimin’s mind. Over and over he listened to it, seeing the smile on her face in his memories. He never wanted it to fade away. It was so small, surely, but it was just a moment that Jimin knew was genuine.

A crack.

-✦-

He looked at where she stood now, talking to the man in front of her. This unknown man surely looked put together, that was no lie, but Jimin couldn’t find a single thing he liked about him. Worst of all, the hand that lay against her waist, was snaking around her lower back.

“Jimin?” A voice called, and he finally took his eyes off, turning to see his friend, Taehyung, next to him. The glass in his hand swished as he turned to see him, once more being brought back to the bar and freshly poured drinks. A moment had barely even passed.

“Yeah?” he asked, looking over to him, bringing the glass to his mouth. The sweet taste lingered against his tongue.

“Is that really (Y/N)? From college?” Taehyung asked, looking at her, “Damn, she hasn’t changed a bit!”

Oh, but she had. She was still as beautiful as she was before, and wore the same type of dresses, sure. But her smile wasn’t the same. No, not at least the ones Jimin remembered. Since that fateful first, every single one was a snapshot in his mind, as they became more and more frequent around him. This wasn’t that smile.

“Yeah. She’s the same old (Y/N) as before.” Jimin swallowed, yet this time no alcohol resided in his mouth.

“You should go talk to her, dude! It’s been years!” Taehyung knowingly nudged Jimin.

He couldn’t, even if he tried he felt as though he was glued against the velvety barstool. 

-✦-

“(Y/N)?” Jimin asked, senior year of college, knocking at her door, “(Y/N) are you home?”

No response. Jimin tried again, this time harsher against the wood in his frantic knocking. He had to get in, the fact that there was nothing only made his heart beat faster. He felt as though there was a woodpecker beating at his head, the only words of ‘no’ pulsing through it, over and over, drilling it into his mind.

 (Y/N): 

Jimin?

8:03 P.M

Jimin:(Y/N) !! What’s up??

8:03 P.M

(Y/N):I think I’ve finally gotten the courage to ask Jungkook out on a date. Wish me some goddamn luck I need it LMFAO

8:04 P..M

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This was his last chance. He had been longing for it for months, piecing and destroying the perfect way to ask you out. Throughout the years only more of her imperfections had shown, and the more it had made him grow to love her. Every prose, writing, text, anything he could think of to finally show her how she made him feel like the lightest man alive- and oh my how infatuated he was by her- was never good enough for her. Something had to be perfect, to let her know that she was beautiful to him, no matter how many cracks she had.

Only he could show that to you. He was the one that you opened up to. The perfection he wanted to give you, was seemingly no matter now. 

She walked down the hallway.

“Jimin! Did you see my text?”

“Yes- I wanted-” he stumbled upon his words, it had to be for her, how could he say it?

“He said yes.” You smiled, “He actually said yes.”

Another crack.

-✦-

“No.” Jimin said to Taehyung, so she and Jungkook hadn’t worked out. He didn’t recognize this man in the slightest. To that day he had never found the perfect words to say to her, ones that would let her be his.

“C’mon, you’ve been pining on her for what? Four years? Swoop her away from that creepy guy and talk to her!” Taehyung insisted.

-✦-

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

Jimin found himself in the eye of a hurricane. Clothes were strewn about everywhere, and she stood with tears, slowly rolling down her face in the midst of it.

A crack.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry, I swear.”

“Get out of here! You lied to me! You actually fucking lied to me! Do you even want me to be happy?”

Another crack.

He found himself lost for words. He knew he had been wrong. Last night, he had messaged (Y/N) a photo of Jungkook with another woman. Truly, he was just looking out for her! He didn’t know that it was his sister.

“It wasn’t a lie! I was just looking out for you.” Jimin insisted, watching as she rolled against the wall.

“Jungkook said all you’ve been doing is trying to get him to leave me!” She insisted, “That you’ve been glaring at him, finding any way possible to just see something wrong with him. It’s fucking weird!”

That wasn’t true in the slightest, he thought Jungkook was a perfectly interesting man. Sure, it had hurt for a while to see him with her when he couldn’t be, so he hadn’t been particularly kind to him, but he hadn’t been outright rude to him either. Had Jungkook been this hurt by it? Or was he overemphasizing it?

“Get out of here if you aren’t going to say anything!”

-✦-

“She wouldn’t want to see me,” Jimin said, but on that beat, he glanced once more- just a glance. Expecting to be met once more with the most perfect dress, instead, his eyes met hers. She was looking right back at him, wide-doe-eyed.

As if pulled by that glance, he found himself in the queue at the museum, looking front row-center at that beautiful painting in front of him. He stood up and walked towards it.

“Jimin, what are you doing here?” She pulled away quickly from the man, making distance.

“Uh, I’m drinking with Taehyung.” he said sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck, “Who’s this?”

“Oh, this is, uh” She faltered for a moment looking at the man, before seeing he had already moved away once Jimin looked over. She sheepishly looked back at Jimin with an awkward smile- not the one he had so memorized.

“You and Jungkook didn’t work out?”

The air was thick at the question, and Jimin felt bad for asking it for a moment. His heart sank, was it too soon?

“No.” she said quietly, “He was a bit of a jealous type. Plus- we both were going through some things at the time that didn’t make us the best partners.”

He looked closely at the portrait, leaning over the velvety rope. A crack.

The air was awkward, as Jimin avoided strict eye contact with her, looking back towards the bar. He noticed something he hadn’t noticed from so far away, her eyes held an extra gloss. 

“Do you mind taking this conversation outside, I need some air,” (Y/N) said finally.

As they both stepped out, the cold air was quite apparent. (Y/N) hugged herself as she looked out. Jimin the chill as well, but he couldn’t tell if the raised hair on his arms was caused by the situation or the bite of the breeze.  

“I’m sorry,” She let out after a moment, “I believed Hoseok, I didn’t even let you give your side of things.”

Jimin gulped, that was true, but he wasn’t so innocent himself.

“I wanted to look after you, yes,” He said quietly, “But I should of been kinder about Jungkook, I’m sorry too.”

(Y/N) let out a tiny scoff laugh like she usually did, but it slowly grew. Her laugh got lighter and fell forward. Maybe it was the alcohol tinted still on her lips making it happen, or the sudden relief or a burden on her shoulders. Jimin looked at her, in slight concern.

“I can’t believe I spent two years so nervous to talk to you when that’s all it took,” She gasped out, wiping her eyes, tears had begun to fall, “Wow, I’m such an idiot.”

Jimin grazed his fingernails against the painting.

“You’re not an idiot, (Y/N), you were just nervous.” He gulped, “I was too! I’ve been avoiding talking to you about it.”

“God, I was such a bitch in college, I’m so sorry,” she said again, her laughs subsiding as her eyes turned to Jimin, “How were you friends with me?”

He gulped. Slowly he dug his fingernails into the painting, feeling the paint underneath his fingertips, the canvas succumbing to his pressure.

“... I knew you weren’t the bitch you presented yourself as.” He insisted.

That seemingly left (Y/N) lost for words, and he continued to elaborate.

“You never were. I wanted to know who you truly were, and, every time we hung out I saw a bit of that. You that just liked music, the you that cared about the people close to you, the you who was too nervous to talk to your crush because you feared rejection. I saw you that really wanted to take someone on a date to the arcade or dance in the rain.” memories flooded into his brain, the things that she said to him in passing. Ones that (Y/N) was shocked to think he remembered. 

“You thought all of that about me?” She said, eyes wide.

He took the moment to feel the fingers dip, puncturing through the canvas, and he tore downwards, feeling the entire beautiful chameleon painting rip against him. And beneath?

“Jimin,” She said, “I’m, not all that good you think I am. I was an asshole.”

A sketch of a scared woman, a beautiful one still, but one who felt as though she wasn’t all that great herself. A rose, growing against her chest, shakily colored in with crayon. A painting that was infinitely better than the superficial one before it. It was artistic, different, and non-traditional. One that society surely would look upon, but one that Jimin found beautiful as it was true to herself. He saw clearly now.

“You don’t need to look like this to be ‘good’,” he said motioning to her up and down,“ he said gently, “Let’s start over, let me get to know you then, not the ‘bitch’ in college. Let me see you.”

(Y/N) shakily reached for her purse, reaching for her phone, “Let me update your number?” she smiled at him, the same one that reached her eyes that he remembered before.

“Of course, how does tomorrow at 7 sound? We can go to the arcade. I’ll text you the address.”

[sugarycandies]

➤ Requests Status: Open!

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I write for BTS and GOT7 currently! I will do reader x member (fem, masc, or androgynous.) I will take requests for one-shots and head-canons.

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I am not comfortable however with age gaps, incest, assault, extreme amounts of gore, and hardcore BDSM.

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Yoongi Fluff

Strays Pt. 2