This is literally my first time ever attempting to write smut (please blame Admin M) sooooo yea if it sucks I’m really really sorry :/ but the piano stuff was super fun to write!!
Rated M for smut
“Jagiya…” Jimin whined in your ear.
“Mmmmmm,” you sighed as you snuggled deeper into the blankets.
“Jagiay, you promised,” he said and poked your nose until you opened your eyes to glare at him.
You sighed. “I know…but it’s like 9 am on a Saturday, Jiminnie….”
“Pllllleeeeaaaasssssee, y/n?” His entire face pulled upwards into a smile, and really, how could you resist that face.
“Fine. Come on,” you said, rolling yourself out of bed.
//
“Okay so put your thumb on this key here.”
“This one?”
“Yup!”
Jimin tentatively placed his thumb on the key and looked over at you, eyes big and shining, like a child allowed into a candy shop for the first time.
You made yourself refocus on the lesson. “Yea so um that’s middle C. Now place the rest of your fingers on the next four notes. Those are D-G. And lift your bridge up.”
“Bridge?” Jimin’s nose wrinkled in confusion.
“The bridge of your hand. It’s like the line of knuckles where your fingers meet your palm.”
He dropped his hand from the piano in exasperation.
“Okay okay okay. Make a fist. Now open it as you place it back on the piano.”
He followed your instructions, ending up with a hand as flat as the first time.
“Jimin, no. Think of it like…like a bubble! No, Jimin, not like that. You’re hand’s still flat.”
“Y/n, what even is this?”
“Okay give me your hand.” You make his hand cup around yours, lifting the center of his hand up. “No, your arm isn’t supposed to lift with it.”
“Y/n, why can’t we just learn the notes? Why do I have to make this ‘bridge’ thing?” he whined.
“Because you can strain your hand otherwise! And this makes your playing sound better!”
“But I don’t even know how to play yet!” He pouted at you, his bottom lip wavering.
“If you don’t practice good habits now, you never will!”
“Jagi~~” He poked his lip out even further, if that was even possible.
You sighed, rolling your eyes. “Fine. So your thumb is on C, your index finger is on D, middle finger on E, ring finger on F, and your pinkie is on G.”
He pressed down each finger. “C-D-E-F-G?”
“Perfect!” His face lit up at your praise.
“Let’s play something now!”
He looked over at you with so much hope and excitement in his eyes.
“Haha fine. I’m just going to move your hands and press your fingers down okay? It’s super simple, just try to remember what we do, okay?”
He nodded, brow already furrowing in concentration. You reached for his hands from your seat next to him, trying to angle your hands to grasp both of his. It wasn’t working.
“Y/n, this isn’t working.”
“Thank you, Captain Obvious. Do you have a suggestion?”
“You could reach from behind me?” You couldn’t tell if he was saying this innocently or if he had an ulterior motive in mind, but you couldn’t think of a better idea.
You stood up from the bench and moved behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck to reach over and grab his hands. You folded his fingers down until only his index finger remained in his left hand the index and middle finger in his right.
Sure, hand wise this position was better, but at the same time…your chest was pressed up pretty intimately to the back of his head. You took a deep breath, trying to focus on teaching him how to play one song. Just one song, and you could go home. Go back to sleep. You pressed his fingers into the keys, making him play the bass part to Heart and Soul.
You only succeeded getting to the third chord when you felt his lips press into the inside of your elbow.
“Jimin….”
“Mmmmm?” You could feel his lips smirking against your skin.
“Concentrate.”
His only response was licking a stripe over where he had kissed you.
“Are we really going to do this?”
He started nibbling and sucking on the same spot of flesh.
“I thought you wanted to learn to play piano?” You asked, actually curious.
He pulled away from your newly developed bruise, studying it for a minute. “I did. Still do. But this is more fun.” He leaned back down, slowly kissing up your arm. He paused again. “I mean, haven’t you always wanted to do it on top of a piano?” At this, he finally turned his head to look up at you, hooded eyes staring into yours. You held his gaze. He bit his lip, drawing your attention downwards. He licked over the bite, and you couldn’t help it anymore. You lowered your head to take over the attention of his chewed lips.
The angle you both were at was again awkward. He broke off the kiss and patted his lap. You swung your leg over the bench and his lap, straddling his thighs. “Hi,” you breathed.
“Hey.” His lips pulled up.
You brought your mouth back down to his, this time slower. Your hands wound around his neck as you deepened the kiss, his tongue licking the seam of your lips, seeking entrance. When your mouth parted, he took his time, nibbling on the bottom before licking into the roof of your mouth. He gripped the sides of your waist, rolling your body down on his slowly hardening crotch. As he stood up to lay you on the top of the piano, he sucked your tongue into his mouth, timing the sucks to the grinding of his hips.
Giving one last suck, he pulled away, nibbling down your jaw as he pulled your shirt up and off your body. He paused a moment to take in your heaving chest and smirking before diving back down to lap at a clothed nipple. Your back arched when his teeth clamped down and his other hand snaked up to pinch and pull at the other.
“Jimin” you moaned, trying to shove his head and damned tongue from your breast and further down your body.
He chuckled. “Alright I get it.” With one last tender kiss to both breasts, he slunk down to your jeans, popping the button open and pulling the zipper down. You raised your hips to help him slide them off along with your underwear then placed your feet on the keys, the discordant notes resonating through the room. But instead of going straight to where you wanted him, he began laving at your thighs.
“Jimin” this time you growled, grabbing onto his hair.
“Haha okay jagi. ‘M sorry.” You relaxed your hold as his breath finally ghosted over your slit. He give one lick from the bottom to the top before pulling you open with his hands. With his eyes locked on yours, he attacked your clit, sucking it into his mouth and occasionally scraping it with his teeth. He moved one of his hands over to slide two fingers in, immediately curling them up into your G-spot. Your legs clamped together when he found the spot, his fingers relentlessly pressing in and mouth never moving.
“J-Jimin”
He hummed in response, the vibrations shooting even more pleasure into your body as you spasmed against his mouth and fingers. He stilled his fingers but kept lapping until there were no more tremors passing through your body.
You groaned as he pulled away from you. His hands were already pulling at his pants to shove them down. He pushed your legs apart again, moving his body back on top of you. He leaned down to kiss you again as his cock slowly entered.
“You still doing okay?” His voice caressed your lips.
“Yea, babe. I’m good. You’re good. Just keep going.”
He nodded, lips moving to suck on your neck and ear as his hips resumed grinding against you, cock dragging along your walls. It didn’t take too long for him to near his orgasm. His hand moved between your bodies to rub your clit, bringing your orgasm crashing down with his.
You both took a minute to catch your breath afterwards, Jimin using his shirt to wipe down as much of the mess he had left on you and the piano.
“I cannot believe we desecrated a piano like that.” You stated, trying to climb off the top without causing more stress to the instrument.
Jimin smirked as he passed you your gathered clothes. “So when’s our next lesson?”
Hello, I love your account! Could you please do a B.A.P reaction to you (the reader) doing yoga? 🙈❤
BAP Reacting to You Doing Yoga
Yongguk would not doubt stare at you for the entire yoga session, if he caught you glancing his way he would send a wink over to you and give you a big ol’ smile that nearly knocked you off your feet.
Himchan would probably be a bit more subtle, every couple of seconds he glanced your way but as soon as your eyes met his he looked away embarrassed. He was tempted to try it with you but didn’t scared he might hurt himself in the process.
Daehyun would probably be the one to try it with you, intending to do ‘couple yoga’ but then after releasing it’s harder than it looks he would give up and sit back watching you. He would tell you you’re doing great and give you thumbs up.
Youngjae would be similar to Yongguk in the way he stares at you but it would be more out of fascination. He would probably try to get a lesson or two from you with the intention of being closer to you and your passion.
Jongup would watch you then silently follow your movements acing every position. He wasn’t confident in couple yoga but agreed to it as you insisted. On the first trial of couple yoga he aced it again but on the second trial he had a bit more trouble. After the session he agreed to come along with you to more sessions.
Zelo would be really embarrassed when he went to your first yoga session. He couldn’t help the blush that appeared on his cheeks as he watched you. You thought he would be good at yoga with his long limbs and dancing skills but when he tried it with you he totally fell over not having the balance needed. He was flustered but when you laughed, he eased enjoying see you smile.
Thank you! I liked this idea so I did it right away, I actually do yoga so it was funny imagining this :^) - Admin S
You and Taehyung stared at each other, inhaling and exhaling each other’s air. After a moment, he sighed, tension dissipating from his body as he rested his forehead against yours. He rubbed your noses together. “I miss you. We miss you. Blow this guy off today and stay here with us.”
As you hesitated, he slid his arms to wrap around your waist and dragged your body away from the door into the curve of his body. He nuzzled into your neck, breathing in your scent. “Please, y/n? I’m sorry we’ve been ignoring you this week. Stay.” His hands kneaded into your sides and back, causing you to melt even more into him. Before you could give in completely, a door creaked open.
“Taehyung?”
Jimin’s high voice ripped Taehyung out of his nuzzling. He looked up at you with a question in his eyes. As you started to say yes, your phone started buzzing on the shoe cabinet. He looked over at the caller ID, eyes hardening at the name that popped up on the screen. “Just helping Y/n with her stuff, Chimchim.”
“Y/n’s here?”
“Yea, but she’s just leaving to go meet some people. Right, Y/n?” he asked mockingly, head cocking sideways.
“R-right. Bye, guys. See you tonight?” you inquired, voice shaking in confusion. You hurriedly caught your belongings as Taehyung practically shoved them at you.
“Hm, I don’t know if we’ll be here but maybe. Have fun, bye.” He opened the door and rushed you through it, shutting and locking it behind you.
Shell-shocked as to what the hell had just happened, you stood for a moment before realizing your phone was still buzzing. Aaron was calling you for a second time.
“H-hello?”
“Hey! Sorry I got held up! Yoojin needs some help with a project. Is it cool if we meet up later?”
“Yea, sure. Just, um text I guess.”
“Sounds good! See you later.”
The line cut off, silence pressing in around you. You pulled the phone away from your ear, staring at it for a moment before glancing back at the door. There’s no way you could go back in there after that. Repositioning your bag, you headed out for the library to try to make your day at least somewhat productive.
//
Holding your coffee in one hand and some borrowed library textbooks in the other, you searched around for a table. You never thought there’d be so many people at the library on a Saturday afternoon to be honest. You decided to check the basement level before giving up. As you navigated around the shelves, you stumbled across a table with someone vaguely familiar sitting there.
“Namjoon oppa?”
He startled, looking up at you. “Y/n!”
Hushes immediately arose from the tables surrounding them.
“Oops,” he grimaced. “Hey, Y/n,” he tried again, this time whispering.
You giggled. “Hey,” you whispered back. “Do you mind if I join you?”
“Of course.” He smiled, dimples poking through.
You tried to focus on studying, but every few minutes you could feel Namjoon’s eyes glancing your way when he thought you weren’t paying attention. You couldn’t take it anymore.
“What is it, oppa?” You asked, closing your book.
“What do you mean?” He asked innocently.
At your exasperated face, he leaned back, also closing his book. “I guess I’m just curious why you’re here and not back at home with the maknaes from hell? Not that I mind your company or anything!”
“Oh. Well I guess I kind of got sexiled? Well, no maybe not? Taehyung asked me to stay but then kicked me out? I don’t know…” you groaned, throwing your head into your palms.
He cleared his throat. “Ah…”
“Yea. I’m just really confused right now. Are they always like this? Jimin told me it’d be okay if I stayed and that I wouldn’t be intruding on them, but then this happens and I just. I just don’t know what to think.”
“Maybe you should talk to them about it?”
“Well maybe if they were actually around to talk about it with,” you mumbled under your breath.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Look, Y/n. What I do know is that they like having you around, and whatever else may or may not be happening, you should definitely talk it out with them.”
“I know you’re right, oppa. I’ll try to talk with them next time I see them.”
“Great! Okay now back to studying.”
“Haha yes, oppa.”
You spent the rest of the afternoon at the library with Namjoon, fully taking advantage of his brain to help you with any tough passages. He even treated you to samgyupsal afterwards as a wish for good luck and promised to meet you in the library again whenever you needed more help.
“Thanks, oppa!” You called as he dropped you off in front of your apartment.
You trudged up the stairs, footsteps getting heavier and heavier as you approached your floor. You heard the muted noise of the TV as you slid your key into the lock, flipping it over and pushing the door in. You pushed back your hurt at seeing the three boys cuddled up on the couch with Jungkook curled up in the blanket you had left, seemingly asleep on Jimin’s lap. You quietly started putting away your shoes and bag, trying to bring as little attention to your arrival as possible.
“How was your date with oppa?”
Jimin elbowed Taehyung. “Don’t be rude, Tae.” He smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. “How was your day, Y/n? Sorry we’ve all been a little busy this week. You should bring your boyfriend by so we can meet him.”
You sighed. “I don’t know what the hell started this boyfriend thing,” you spat out as quietly as you could in order to not wake Jungkook. “But it would be really super nice if it could all stop. I do not have a boyfriend.” You glared at Taehyung, thinking back to his aggressiveness from the morning.
He sneered back at you. “What about the oppa who dropped you off?”
“Oppa?!?! Oppa??? Oppa was Kim Namjoon, your hyung, who kindly helped me with some homework since I was basically shoved out of my own home today,” you whispered-yelled back.
“You were kicked out?” Jimin sat up as best he could with a lap full of maknae, looking at Taehyung. “But Tae said-”
“You were going anyways? He was calling you as you were leaving.”
“I was only making plans because it didn’t seem like anyone wanted to hang out today, or this whole week in fact, and I didn’t want to be alone. I was going to change my mind when you asked, but then you told me to leave.”
Jimin slapped Taehyung on the back of the head. “You idiot.”
“Anyways, it’s been a very draining day so I may just head back to my room to relax before crashing.”
Quicker than you thought possible, Taehyung soon stood in your path, blocking your way. “So that guy who you’ve been hanging out with?”
“Aaron?”
“Aaron,” he repeated scathingly. “He’s not your boyfriend?”
“No?” You answered, starting to seriously question his mental capacity.
“But Yoongi hyung said he saw you flirting with him at dinner the other night.”
“That is what this is all about?? Okay first of all-” Taehyung’s hand covered your mouth, eyes darting over to the still sleeping Jungkook.
“Shhhh” he whispered, eyes starting to dance again with something dark rippling under the surface.
You ripped his hand away from your face. “First of all,” you continued, this time more quietly, “it’s nobody’s business, even Yoongi’s, to report back to you on what I do or who I see when I’m not here. Second of all, what I still don’t understand is why does it matter to you if I go on dates? You can’t just expect me to go hang out with other people who are also attractive and single.”
Taehyung pulled you to him, this time much more gently than that morning’s hold. He cupped your face, thumb tenderly stroking your cheek. “I already told you earlier, y/n. We’re more than happy to help with whatever needs you may have.”
“Tae,” came Jimin’s voice, warning hanging heavy in the air.
He ignored it, bringing his face closer to yours. “Just a little kiss, y/n,” he whispered in your ear.
“But you three?”
“Jimin,” he called a little louder, “please inform her that this is fine with you. That it’s okay with all of us.”
“Taehyung, I’m not going to force Y/n into anything.”
“Jimin,” Taehyung growled.
You shuddered, never having heard Taehyung’s voice drop so low.
Jimin forfeited. “It really is okay with us, Y/n. If you want to kiss Tae, go for it.”
Taehyung locked your gazes again, lips forming into a half smirk. “What do you say, princess?”
When you paused, he pulled back a little bit, only keeping you hands linked. “We’re in a polyamorous relationship, Y/n. Which means we’re all okay with having more love to go around when the right person comes along, and we think you’re the right person. But we also don’t want to pressure you, so if you’re not into this, that’s totally fine, and we’ll act like this never happened, and I will try my best to not get all possessive again, though no promises it’ll work. You’re just really beautiful, Y/n.”
You looked down at your linked hands. “Maybe just a little one? You whispered so quietly you basically only mouthed the words.
“I’m sorry. What was that?” Taehyung reinvaded your space, cupping your chin again and pulling your face to look at his.
“Okay.”
“Okay what, Y/n? Full consent is very important at times like-”
“Ohmygod okay yes Tae, you can kiss me ohmygod.”
The hand that was holding yours moved up to cup the back of your neck as he leaned in closer to you, his other hand keeping your jaw in place. He took his time approaching you, either to not scare you or to make you crazy with impatience. “Will you just-”
He cut you off, molding your lips to his and slowly sucked out the remainder of your breath stored up from the rest of your speech. He kept it soft and gentle, only the barest hints of his tongue running along your bottom lip and the slightest nip of teeth that foreshadowed of things to come. You finally pulled back when you had no more air left to give, but his teeth and tongue kept going, trailing down your neck and settling where his nose had been that morning, sucking and biting until you couldn’t take the pressure anymore. “Taehyung”
He pulled back, looking that mark left with pride. “Mine” He looked back at you, realigning his body with yours and staring down with the most possessive gaze yet. “Now was that so bad, princess?”
“I’m gonna need you to calm down on the whole princess thing, sir.” You scolded, putting your hands on his chest and trying to gain some much needed space from him.
“Why? Cause you like it too much?” He nipped at your nose. “Call me sir again.” This time he shot you a full smirk, eyes drooping back down to your lips.
“Noona?” a groggy voice inquired.
“Oops. I think we woke up Kookie.” With a final satisfied look, Taehyung turned around. “Noona’s here, Kookie.”
You tentatively waved from around Taehyung’s back. “Hey, Kookie.”
“Y/n noona, where’ve you been?” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes as he sat up from Jimin’s lap.
“She’s been avoiding us because we were too hot for her to handle.”
You shoved Taehyung away from you. “That is not the reason and you know it!”
Now that Taehyung wasn’t blocking you and Jungkook had woken up more, his eyes focused on the bruise left on your neck. His eyes widened.
“Not fair, hyung!” He whined, turning to pout at Jimin. “You let Tae be the first!”
Jimin shrugged. “You know how Tae gets.”
“Plus, it’s not like you won’t get the opportunity,” Taehyung added. “Well if y/n’s okay with it still that is?”
All three focused on you with varying levels of curiosity and hope. You swallowed, suddenly nervous. “Um sure?”
Jungkook sprang up. “Great! I’ll go next.”
Jimin promptly grabbed his arm and yanked him back down. “Give her time to process. And if we’re going to do this, we should do this right. Y/n, would you want to go on a date with us?”
Now this question was a lot more simple to answer. “Of course.”
You pulled out of the cuddle pile and stumbled towards the kitchen, feeling much like one of those zombies from the movie as you ran into furniture and walls. After a very unamusing game of where’s the light switch, fluorescent light flooded the kitchen allowing you to find a water bottle. You quickly unscrewed the cap and guzzled down a few swigs.
In the midst of drinking, you heard someone stumble in behind you. Arms wrapped around your middle and you could feel the pout before the plea even began. “Share?”
You sighed, passing the bottle over your shoulder. He unwound his arms, taking a sip from the bottle. You reopened the fridge, taking inventory of snackage options. Your eyes finally landed on Taehyung’s cookie dough tucked away in the corner of the freezer. Score.
Grabbing the tub and a spoon, you hopped onto the opposite counter from Jimin, digging into the sugary goodness. He eyed your find, a small smile growing on his face. “So I assume now is as good as time as any to talk about stuff?“
You rolled your eyes. “Did you purposefully plan to talk to me while I’m stuffing my face?”
“Well yea. Cookie dough is emotionally stabilizing for everybody.”
“Ha. Okay well shoot I guess.”
“I was actually thinking you could start? Since you’d probably have more questions or things you wanted to talk about? I also didn’t want to give too much information…but I guess a good place to start is how you’re feeling?”
“Feelings? This really is a cookie dough conversation.” You took a bite.
It was his turn to roll his eyes.
“Fine, fine. I’m better than I was? I mean I don’t want you to think I was angry, cause I wasn’t. I’m totally fine if you’re all boyfriends, I was just shocked? I just didn’t expect it…especially the picture.” You paused, frozen by the recollection of just what the image was. “But,” you finally continued, “if you don’t mind me asking, what exactly is whatever you all have?”
“Well I’ve known Kookie for as long as I can remember. We grew up on the same street in Busan. He has a hyung who’s the same age as me and Tae. I mainly played with his brother when we were younger, but as the years progressed, I ended up spending more time with Jungkook.”
“So you were together in high school?”
“Nope. Although looking back, that probably would’ve been fun.” He grinned. “It was just never like that? Anyways, I moved up here first to start school and that’s where I met Tae our freshman year. That’s when it all started. We actually met at a party pretty similar to the first one we took you to and hit it off.”
“He asked you out?”
“Um not quite.”
At your questioning look, he elaborated, “We fucked.”
“Ahhhhhh,” you took another big bite of cookie dough.
“Yea well after that (and a few other times) we finally went out on an official date and moved in together our second year. So then when Kookie came up, I talked Tae into letting him move in with us since he didn’t know anyone here, and the rest is history.
He trailed off, giving you time to think. “Do I need to leave?” you inquired softly.
“What?!?! Why would you leave? Unless you don’t feel comfortable?”
“No! Well I mean I guess at first it was a little weird, but I think that was more to do with seeing parts of you that I wasn’t really prepared for…um yea anyways.
But then I started thinking more. Am I intruding? I don’t want to ruin what you all have here.”
“You’re not ruining anything! Seriously! I promise! We all love having you here.”
“You’re sure?”
He smiled. “Positive.”
You smiled back. “Kay! Well I’ve got class hella early so I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”
“Most definitely.”
You both left the kitchen, Jimin veering back to the human pile on the couch and you back to your room.
//
“Alright guys. Let’s call it a day. You all look like shit.” You looked around at your study group, their eyes matching your exhaustion level.
As you started packing your belongings together, one of your classmates, Aaron, grabbed your arm, motioning for you to wait a minute.
You settled back into the library chair, watching the others file out and waving goodbye to your friends. As the last person passed through the door, you turned back to him. “What’s up?”
“I was wondering if you would maybe want to get dinner? If you were hungry?”
“Like a date?”
“Yea. If you want?”
You studied your classmate. It wasn’t like he was unattractive. He was another exchange student with a California surfer look, blonde hair, blue eyes, the whole shebang. And you were feeling a little lonely lately. Not that the guys were treating you any differently technically. They were just a lot more open now about their relationship and it made you realize just how single you really were.
You nodded yes. “Sure! Where are you thinking?”
“There’s this super good soup place a block away! It’s open 24 hours.”
“That sounds perfect!”
“Great!”
He carried your bag as you walked the way to the restaurant. He cracked jokes along the way and you found yourself laughing more than you had in a few weeks. Halfway through dinner, you felt the uncanny feeling of someone’s eyes on you. You glanced around the restaurant, meeting Yoongi’s eyes at the takeout counter. You waved to him, watching his eyes narrow as he waved back and you went back to flirting with Aaron.
When you arrived back home, you strangely found the common area devoid of all roommates, which proved a sign to come for the rest of the week. You barely saw any of them, just catching glimpses coming and going, with tight, tense smiles shot your way.
Finally the weekend approached. Saturday had unofficially became roommies’ cuddle day, full of movies and junk food, ignoring adult responsibilities (and the occasional nursing of hangovers). But when you crawled out of your cave come midmorning, with a fuzzy blanket in tow for superb snuggling capabilities, there were still no roommates. No food, no TV, no anything.
Instead you heard the low tone of male voices through the bottom crack of Jungkook’s door. You decided to make yourself comfy on the sofa just in case they were moving slow that morning. But as 5 minutes turned into 10 which turned into 30, those low tones turned into low moans. You sat stunned for another minute before shaking it off and heading to take a shower as you texted Aaron.
You quickly got ready, throwing on the one cute outfit you had left that was still clean and put more makeup on then you had even glanced at for probably a solid month because you were not about to let those guys have more fun than you. What you didn’t expect though was to be met with Taehyung sitting on top of your blanket, stretched out on the couch with only sweat pants on.
Trying not to make a deal out of your roommates’ blatant sexcapades, you decided to just grab your shoes and purse and leave. Unfortunately, someone had other ideas.
“Where are you going?”
You turned to see Taehyung not even looking at you, instead watching TV with a blank face.
“Out.” You turned back to resume collecting all your items.
“With who?”
You sighed this time before turning around. “Does it matter?”
This time, he was studying you, eyes roaming from your head to your toes. “Glad to see we warrant so much of your time.”
“Whatever,” you muttered under your breath.
“Hm?” Taehyung sat up.
“Nothing, Taehyung. I’ll see you later. Maybe.”
“Well if you stayed home, maybe you could see me now.”
“If I stayed home? Where have you been? Where have any of you been? For this whole week?”
“Maybe you’d know if you weren’t out with your boyfriend.”
You really weren’t getting out anytime soon at this rate. You dropped your stuff with a clatter. “Okay how the fuck do you even - no you know what, that’s not even important. Are you seriously getting on to me for seeing someone??? YOU DATE TWO GUYS.”
“All of whom are friends with you. Or at least used to be until you blew us off for the first decent looking dick that passed you by.” As he spoke, he slid off the couch, moving closer.
“I have needs okay. I can’t just stay single for the rest of my life because I’m apparently roommates with three possessive af guys.”
“Why don’t you just come to us?” Taehyung asked quietly with a smirk as he herded you towards the door.
“Why? What?” you spluttered. “TAE YOU’RE ALL GAY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TRYING TO PULL HERE JESUS LET ME LIVE”
He paused, head tilted and leaned closer, your body pressed flush against the front door. “Is that what you thought, princess?”
