▪︎BTS do their first OT8 live stream after their military service. However, Areum clearly has serious problems.
BTS x eighth!memberOC
That's a hard day for Areum.
After all those years apart from the group, it felt just... weird... Why? She had spent so many years with boys... They were a family isn't it?
She was in the production process for the Arirang album era, but she tryna stay away from them as much as possible. But not today. They have to do a live for Armys. So she should sit next to them and talk about their upcoming comeback.
When the live started she put a smile on her face. This moment was important for ARMYs. It was their first OT8 live after boys military service. If Armys feels something wrong they wouldn't let this go. So many speculation, pressure, and misinformation.
BTS have been through a lot of things behind the scenes. Nobody knows.
Areum sighed, spoke quietly : "Okey... Areum. Just focus on Armys. Act normal. Watch your mouth."
Areum was known for her frankness. So thats seems not possible...
Jimin was sitting next to her and ofcourse he knew she was nervous. He placed his hand on her leg and gently stroked it: "It's okay. I will be right here. Next to you..."
She smiled: "You always do."
Everyone was start to talk about how they are excited for the Arirang. The other BTS members had been eagerly awaiting this moment. They had been apart for a long time, but now it was all left behind.
Jin made a joke: "Oh, I wish you guys hadn't come back. Areum and I were fine on our own."
Everyone, including ARMY, knew Jin was joking. The boys laughed. But Areum seemed very distant now; she just maintained her poker face.
Yet there was one person who couldn't take their eyes off Areum throughout the entire live... Jungkook... He was caught looking at Areum from time to time with a hurt expression.
Nobody knows... nobody can know.
Areum breathed a sigh of relief when they said goodbye to the ARMYs and ended the live.
She was desperate to pack her things and leave the company as quickly as possible, but... Taehyung stopped her : "Ara... How long will this go on? Why are you still running away? You're acting like a child."
Oh, here it comes... Namjoon, with his years of leadership experience, knew this dialogue would lead to an argument. He wanted to intervene.
"Taehyung i think you shouldn't say like that."
Areum said: "Nevermind Joon. I don't have the energy to argue anymore. I'm not running away either. It's just been a very tiring day. I want to rest."
When the group went on hiatus, Areum sold all their properties in Korea and moved to Los Angeles. Her familys home was not in Seoul. That's why she was staying at the hotel during the process of releasing new album.
Taehyung reached out to her: "I just want to talk."
Areum knew she needed to sit down and talk. If she continued like this, she would only continue to torment herself and her members.
Summary: You and Taehyung got invited to the Celine after party on a public beach at night. As fans are watching and filming you two, you can’t stop each other from flirting, not knowing that things will get pretty… interesting.
Word count: ~1,3k
Warnings/tags: full public-filmed make out and grinding, toilet sex, clothed sex, filmed sex + penetration, nipple-breast play, heavy flirting, one night type shit, cum eating (reader eats), unprotected sex (stay safe), they cum together🤞🏻, cums in her.
Song rec:
She- Harry Styles
Ice cream man- Tyga
Break from Toronto- PARTYNEXTDOOR
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You and Taehyung were invited to the Celine show, and right now, you were at the after party. The after party was on a beach, at night, with other gorgeous models. You were the prettiest though, all the models had their eyes on you and they were all surprised of how nice, sociable and humble you were. Some even asked to take pictures with you, which you accepted, of course.
During that night, you noticed a weird feeling, something new. Something had changed between you and Taehyung. Why were you both acting like this? You were so flirty with each other. While dancing together, he brought you closer to him, caressed your body from your head to your ass. Sometimes you would even get your lips an inch away from each other then just laugh and get back. You never acted like that usually? But somehow, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of each other.
And the worst is, everybody could see you. Including fans, models and reporters. The beach was private, but the street wasn’t. Up the stairs to go to the beach, fans were filming and watching you. So if anything happened in between you and Taehyung, they’ll immediately see it and post it everywhere. However, this was the least of your concerns, Taehyung was much more interesting.
It’s like this wasn’t you and him from Bts, but just two friends flirting and hanging out with each other.
After drinking some more alcohol with him, he takes your hand and brings you close to him once again. His hips are stuck on yours, slowly moving right and left to the music, his hands still exploring your curves and getting them under your skirt or t-shirt occasionally. He’s not shy, he isn’t worried about the fans and cameras neither. On the contrary, being in public couldn’t turn him more on. His dick rubbing against his luxury pants, and the bulge of his pants rubbing against your stomach.
He grinds himself discreetly against you, his dick getting harder and begging to get his pants off. He stares at your revealing cleavage, your breast sitting perfectly, as you bite your lower lip and look straight onto his eyes. Suddenly, he cups your face with one hand, keeping his other one on your hips under your skirt, and pushes you against the wall behind the bar. The fans are quiet, silently screaming to not disturb you, observing the scene and filming you two.
He gets closer to you and pushes eagerly his lips on yours, catching your top lip in between his and sucking on it. He tilts his head trying to get a better taste of your previous drink and to get deeper. His grip on you is firm, he doesn’t stop pushing you up against the wall and the fans are zooming in on the work of your lips. Then, he moves his hand from your hips to beside your head, pinning you, and brings the other one to your waist. He puts one of his leg in between yours and brings it closer to your crotch, before rubbing it against your clit under your skirt. You gently, discreetly move forth and back on his leg, trying to not be too explicit for the cameras and fans. He was so hungry for you. He wanted to have you for the whole night, just for himself.
‘Just one night, it won’t hurt to have fun. Will it?’ You think. It’s not like it will ruin your whole reputation and career. You’re a human, you’re allowed to have fun too. The kiss gets more and more heated, grinding on his leg isn’t enough and it’s getting hard to breathe. So you break the kiss but he lifts you up, bringing you to the public but clean toilets. He closes the door behind and smashes his lips against yours, sliding his tongue under your lip and licking your bottom ones. He shuts the toilet and sits down on it. First, you stand in between his legs as he looks up at you. How can he look so dominant in this position? He stares at your hard nipple through your white, transparent t-shirt, then grabs your boob and wraps his lips around it. Sucking hard on your nipple through the tissue as he stains it with his spit. With his other hand, he cups your free boob and massages it. You moan at the warm feeling. You push him off and get your clothes off. But right as you were about to take your t-shirt off, he stops you.
‘Keep your clothes on y/n, just take off your pants.’
He says in a deep voice. And when he said your name, it reminded you of what you’re doing right now, and with whom. You start taking off your pants. How were you going to explain this to Army? Bts? Your agency? But the sound of a belt cuts your thoughts. He’s also taking off his pants. But he, unlike you, takes off his boxers and let his tall and thick cock stand proudly by itself. He pushes your pants with his on the side and pats his lap, indicating you he wants you to sit on it. You get over him, face to face and your legs outside of his, and he pulls your panties to the side just so that he can enter you. He touches your pussy a few seconds to see if you’re wet enough and smirks. He looks proud of himself, he knew how he made you feel, and he liked it. You slowly lower your hips, approaching your cunt to his dick and places it in front of your entrance. Then once it’s lined up perfectly, he grabs your hips and pushes them against his. You start jumping on it, moaning as his big curved cock hits all the rights spots. He curses under his breath, and you moan. He watches your tits jump with you, up and down and going round. He also looks at your face, your expressions. He needs to know that he’s making you feel good, he needs this validation.
Watching your tits and face is great, but he’s upset he can’t see your ass that’s probably a whole show that he can’t miss. So he gets his phone and puts it in selfie mode, filming your ass slapping against his hips on camera. In the video, you can see him biting his lips and smirking and you can hear all of your moans. You keep going and he keeps filming until your legs are starting to get tired and you’re slowly reaching your highest. So he puts his phone behind you against the door, on a little shelf there was and starts helping you by lifting you up with his hands, and thrusting aggressively in and out of you.
You feel a warm feeling coming and you feel yourself about to reach your orgasm. He also feels it coming and goes faster, and deeper. You finally reach your orgasm together as you both release in the spot, moans could be heard miles away. You catch up your breath and look at him. He gets his phone, zooms on his dick inside your pussy and tells you to get up and release his cum on his stomach. You do as he pleases and get up keeping his semen in you, then releasing it on his lower stomach. He laughs a little. You lean forward and clean his tummy, eating up all of his delicious cum on his abs.
‘Cute’
He says looking up lazily at you. You clean yourselves before putting back on your clothes, kissing a bit and getting out of the toilet like nothing happened. He finishes his video with you wobbling out of the toilet like a penguin and him gently laughing. After he’s done he hugs you from beside and trust me, twitter and Armys will never, forget about “that one night”.
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Y/N sits at the desk in her hotel room, trying to read all the comments. She and Jungkook decided to do a live after the concert, though she started it without him while he's on the shower, him having let her shower first.
"Ah, I'm so tired, Army." She mumbles, her voice sounding just as tired as she feels. She rests her head on her arm, her blinks lasting longer as she tries to fight off sleep.
Before she knows it, her eyes shut another time, the young woman slipping into unconscious. Even breaths emit from her as she falls asleep on the live.
Jungkook walks out of the bathroom after taking a shower.
"Are you live?" Jungkook asks. He frowns when he doesn't get a response and walks over. "Y/N?" He gently pokes her shoulder. Jungkook quietly laughs as he realizes she's asleep. "Ah, jagi."
Jungkook waves to the camera.
"Hello, Army. I won't continue the live, I don't want to wake her up. Goodnight." He waves before ending the live. Jungkook carefully picks Y/N up making her stir.
"Jungkook?" She groggily mumbles.
"You're okay. You can go back to sleep. I'm just moving you to the bed." He whispers.
"Wait. The live." Her head jolts up.
"I already ended it. It's all taken care of." Jungkook assures. "Let's just go to sleep." He puts her in bed, covering her up with the blanket. Jungkook gets in bed next to her and she cuddles into his chest, immediately falling back asleep, the man quickly falling asleep as well.
"it's nearly twelve. is yuki not back yet?" asked jay as he looked at his apple watch which displayed the time.
"i don't think so. her room is still dark," noted niki with a yawn. the members were slowly heading off to their room to sleep. all except jay, niki, and jake who were in the living room watching a television show.
it was the second night that yuki's presence was absent during the night. the second night starting from the day she received harsh criticism from the instructor. the seven boys weren't dumb. they knew that something in her changed. she become more closed off (if that was possible) and was practicing even harder. her passion to get better was clearly evident.
"you guys can head to bed first. i'll wait for her," hummed jake, sitting comfortably on the couch. jay and niki exchanged glances but nevertheless, they listened to the boy.
at a separate building, yuki was done running through the dance for what seemed like the fourteenth time of the night. she panted as she sat down on the floor before reaching out and drinking her water. she needed to practice even more. she needed to practice until she could be on the same level as the rest of her members.
being the only female in hybe, yuki had to train with the rest of the male trainees. as obviously they didn't have enough female trainees or staff to train yuki by herself. it would've been a waste of money too. until they had enough female trainees, they could then properly separate female and male trainees. throughout her trainee years, yuki found it hard to dance the way the males did. having different anatomies, the way she would dance would differ from them. but that's what made her stand out. she could dance with more grace than they ever could.
yuki felt like she was in the dark during her trainee years. being the only female from her male trainees, it was harder for her to fit in with the crowd. she did of course occasionally had a few friends here and there but the feeling of isolation still remained there. that's why she questioned her existence at the hybe label for years. she wanted to move to a different agency but somehow, she was always drawn back to stay at hybe. there was just...something about hybe that made her want to stay.
but now, she would be debuting as the only female in a male group. she couldn't believe the news when si hyuk first told her about it. it was a crazy idea.but, yuki couldn't give up the opportunity to debut when it was given to her.
shaking off her thoughts yuki stood up from her spot and gathered her things.
yuki arrived at her dorm, quietly unlocking the door and taking out her sneakers, and laying them neatly on the floor. the dorm was dark and just like always, she knew that her members were asleep. however to her surprise, she saw a brown-haired male laying on the couch with the television turned on to its lowest volume.
she quietly walked over to him, perplexed that he was deep asleep. he was sleeping peacefully, a hand on his chest holding onto the television remote. the female gently removed his grasp on the remote and turned off the television. knowing she was too weak to carry him back into his room she sighed before entering her room to grab something.
she placed the blanket over his body, ensuring that he wouldn't be cold when he was asleep. she whispered a good night to him before heading over to her own room.
for the next few nights, it was a norm for yuki to see jake sleeping on the couch. she always wondered why he was sleeping on the couch instead of in the room, where it was much more comfortable.
that night yuki entered the dorm expecting jake to be asleep once again, however, to her surprise, he was awake (barely), nearly dozing off on the couch with his head bent in an awkward position. yuki had to stifle her laughter.
she walked over to jake, shaking his shoulder gently which made him wake up from his near slumber.
"oh um what yeah hi," he mumbled, rubbing his lids with his hands.
"jake, shouldn't you be sleeping in your room?" questioned yuki quietly.
"well uh i've been kind of waiting for you to come back from training for the past few nights but i always fell asleep," jake sheepishly admitted, making yuki taken aback. there was a ghost of a smile on her pink lips.
"thank you for waiting for me," she thanked the male, taking a seat beside him on the plump couch. she let out a small sigh of relief at the feeling.
"it's no problem. but you should stop coming back from practice so late," yawned jake, his eyelids growing heavy and his vision blurring. yuki didn't say anything in return, staring at her lap.
yuki felt a weight on her shoulder, startling her from her busy thoughts. she felt his soft brown hair poking her neck, his breath slow and steady.
"jake?" she whispered. but to no avail did he respond. he was dead asleep.
"good night," with a yawn yuki found herself falling asleep, her own head unconsciously resting on top of his.
"once again everyone, the group dynamics, and energy... why has it not improved since last week?" questioned the instructor, disappointment lacing into his words. the room went silent. the sound of a pin drop could be heard.
"yuki has improved her dancing but what's the point of individual improvement if your group synchronization and dynamics won't?" the instructor rubbed his forehead, "individually, you all are great dancers but as a group, it's very awkward and incomplete."
before the instructor left the room he looked at the males, "whatever situation you have with yuki, fix it." with that, he left.
a bit after he had left, yuki walked through the corridors, returning from the water fountain. she rubbed her sweaty palms against her shorts, about to reach for the doorknob until she heard the conversation going on inside the practice room.
"don't you think yuki is greatly affecting our group dynamics and synchronization?" she identified the voice as jungwon, their leader.
"well...she does dance a bit differently than us but i think it's alright," sunghoon responded to his question.
"yeah, she's been practicing really hard over the past few days," acknowledged niki.
"but no matter how much she practices- or even us, we'll still perform 'awkwardly' and 'incomplete'," heeseung paused, "i think it's because our friendship with yuki hasn't progressed at all,"
there were noises of agreement from everyone.
"like jake mentioned before, she has the opportunity to drop out of the group anytime soon but why hasn't she?" queried jungwon out loud. jay and jake exchanged glances. at his statement, yuki was taken aback, dropping her water bottle onto the ground. the loud noise made all the boys turn their heads towards the door where the said female was standing.
"yuki-" gasped jake.
"i'm sorry for making so many mistakes and being so awkward with you all. i'm so sorry that i-"
jungwon harshly cut off her words, "stop apologizing yuki. if our debut doesn't go smoothly, you should really consider dropping out of the group. you won't be forgiven easily if you mess things up,"
yuki opened her mouth to speak but closed it tightly. for a moment there, jungwon felt guilty as he watched yuki's expression change. the sound of the air con was pronounced in the silence of the room. no one in the room moved and not a sound from any of them was made.
"actually i was considering dropping out anyways," she lied. her voice was soft, almost fragile as if she would cry at any minute. feeling like she would break down any second, she hurriedly grabbed her bag inside the dance studio, ignoring jake and jay who were calling her name. she exited a room without a second glance at them, already feeling a tear escaping from her eye.
"jungwon, i think you went too far."
it was already turning dark. yuki didn't know how long she had been roaming around the hybe building and to her surprise, it was a lot bigger than she thought it was. she didn't know where she was going nor did she have a plan. she just needed to be away from them and alone. she found herself at the rooftop of the building. yuki sat against the wall, knees curled up against her chest, brown eyes gazing at the sky.
the night was deep. the silvery moon contrasted against the dark blue night sky with shimmering sparkling dots of light twinkling to say hello to the girl. sounds of loud chatters and music from restaurants could be heard. the night wind breezed against the girl, tousling strands of her blonde hair.
she leaned her head against the wall as she recalled the events that happened.
'you should really consider dropping out of the group.'
jungwon's words that kept repeating in her head had stung her deeply.
there was truth to what the instructor and her fellow members had said. as a group, they were awkward. yuki blamed herself largely for the reason why her friendship with her members was growing slowly. it had been a month since they met and their friendship had not progressed at all. perhaps it was because yuki thought to herself that she knew she would never be able to fit in with them. she often imagined what it would be like if they debuted without her. it would've been perfect.
yuki hated herself for not trying harder to befriend them. but for her it was hard. especially since they all seemed so well off without her, resulting in her sitting out in conversations and only nodding or saying a few words at a time. she felt like she could never fit in. and she wished so hard that she could do so.
but sometimes, no matter how much effort you put into something, it won't turn out the way you want it to be.
yuki had never felt so alone ever since the middle of her trainee years. with having to live further from her family, losing contact with her close friends, and practically not having a lot of friends in hybe and distancing from her closest friends who were in hybe, she was alone. she hated feeling so lonely. and as time went on, her loneliness felt more like solitude.
there were nights when yuki drowned herself in thoughts that kept her awake. nights where her loneliness would take hold of her. all she could do in those dark hours was cry. plead for someone to take away her loneliness. with every moment of isolation, her anxiety deepened. it threatened to swallow her whole. but with frequent visits to psychologists and anxiety pills, it made it a bit easier for her to live her life.
yuki didn't know when she started crying.
a flood of salty tears gushed down her milky cheeks. she wiped her eyes but they kept falling down anyways. realizing that she wouldn't stop crying, yuki let herself cry.
her heart was heavy with dread, shame, loneliness, and sadness. her tears fell onto her knees, rolling down her skin as they continued to fall like the rain. a sob escaped from her trembling lips. there was a tightening around her throat and it felt like it was harder to breathe.
she recognized this feeling all too well.
her chest started heaving up and down faster than it did before and it was harder for her to think. sobs escaped her lips one after the other and it felt like the whole neighborhood could hear her crying. in the midst of her panic attack, she could hardly hear the sound of the door pushing open, alongside her name being called by someone.
"yuki? yuki!" the male sprinted to her figure, kneeling down in front of her. he peeled her fingers off her face, revealing her slightly swollen eyes and her tear-stained cheek. his heart cracked at the sight of her crying. he hated seeing her in this state. in her weak and fragile state. without a second thought, he brought her into his embrace. one of his hands was on her head while the other was on the small of her back, rubbing it up and down in an attempt to calm her.
"im here now yuki. you're not alone," he spoke with such gentleness to her as if she were a child, "remember your breathing exercises. breathe with me yuki."
with the familiarity of his voice, yuki knew who it was. she followed his breathing as steady as she could. her once loud sobs had quietly died down to quiet whimpers and the tears that escaped from her eyes took a pause. his slim fingers brushed her hair. once he could feel that her breath was steady he slowly moved himself away from the female.
"yuki, tell me what's wrong," he asked with worry glazing in his eyes.
"i...feel so alone," her voice was still cracked and in her throat, "i told them i would drop out of enhypen," she could feel the tears in her eyes gather once again, threatening to drop.
"tell me what happened. truthfully,"
and so, yuki did. she told him about how she felt so alone during her trainee years, how she felt like she was an outcast amongst them, their awkward friendship, and how she felt like she wasn't good enough to debut with them. and while she did, he listened itently, rubbing circles on her palm.
"im so sorry you had to go through that yuki. no one deserves to feel like an outcast. i know you tried your hardest. your efforts were not wasted," he rolled his sweater past his elbows, doing a threatening pose, "should i go to your dorms and teach them a lesson?"
this earned an airy chuckle from yuki, "don't. i don't think it would be very sunbae of you to do so,"
the male rolled down his sleeve, his head turning to face yuki. he stared at her with earnestness and sincerity, "yuki, you're a great trainee and an even greater person. you're so talented. so fucking talented. imagine being the only female trainee in hybe. you're a fucking legend yuki! you're so good at singing, dancing, and rapping. heck, you could even take my spot in my group if si hyuk-nim allows it. i wish you could see how talented you are. i know it's hard to befriend people. boys specifically. but as long as they don't put in their efforts, both parties won't go anywhere. i don't want you to give up. but if it's hurting you this much, as a friend, i don't want you to go on with them."
yuki felt like crying for the third time of the day. she was moved by his sincerity. she knew that he was the type of person who would never fail to comfort her. but if it wasn't for the way he was staring at her and holding her hand and how fast her heart was racing, she definitely would've cried. without a word, she wrapped her arms around his body, pulling him into a hug.
"i can't thank you enough beomgyu."
"you don't need to thank me stupid. i'd do this for you any day," he snorted, patting the top of her head.
"how did you find me anyway?" the two broke their shared embrace.
beomgyu tapped his chin, "psychic powers?" yuki squinted her eyes at him, "okay fine i happened to see you run to the staircase and god you're a fast runner. you might as well train to become the second usain bolt instead,"
a laugh escaped yuki's lips. her laugh was one of beomgyu's favorite things about her. even when she would mock him, her laughter was full of warmth and life. he found himself smiling, glad that he was able to make her laugh.
"oh god...where do i go for the night? i can't face them after all that. has happened," yuki's laughter died down, realizing that she really had nowhere to go for the night.
