seeing how confident and radiant hobi was at jimmy fallon made me so happy and excited for the ot7 reunion, i swear i'm vibrating at a frequency that could shatter glass.
hobi always brings me peace and reminds me why i love them the way i do, plus he's such an amazing performer. i can't remember the last time i felt this genuine happiness after watching solo content but you can really tell the end of the hiatus is approaching now. the air is buzzing with expectation, like a promising spring.
"Do you have such a good memory or do I come here too often?" you asked laughing, looking at the drink that appeared faster than your ass landed on the bar chair.
"Two in one" the bartender chuckled winking at you. "Although this is more of a memorable submissive that does not subjugate to dominants" he laughed crossing his arms over his chest.
"Aaah... so I have a bad reputation in this club" you smiled taking a sip of the strong drink.
"You could say that..."
"Well isn't it my fault... how can I submit to a Dominant who is afraid to bring me to my knees" you shrugged
"Mmm... should I try my luck as your Dominant?"
"Is it worth it to make our wonderful bartender-client relationship awkward?" You winked at the bartender smiling.
"Oh, you're a meanie" he snorted.
"By the way, what's with the atmosphere in this place today. Is it just me or is everyone really that nervous?" you asked looking around the club
"Oh... that..." he chuckled softly "the owner of the club is supposed to be here today"
"Aaaah, the *legendary owner* that everyone keeps talking about?" You clapped your hands and laughed.
"Oh right, you just showed up here not that long ago so you haven't seen him yet" the bartender laughed louder before practically eating you up with his eyes looking you over from head to toe... "Damn... this is gonna be interesting. Oh, the future scene is already making me insanely hard on" he growled before heading to the other end of the bar.
Your glass froze before touching your lips as the club suddenly went silent. This is interesting, you thought, turning your head towards the exit. Your eyes widened when you saw HIM! You didn't even have to ask if this man was the owner. The power that emanated from him filled every inch of the club, filling the air with a predatory and viscous power, forcing everyone present to look at the floor. You tried to figure out what exactly was so confusing about this man dressed in all black, who, like a shark, slowly moved through the crowd on the first floor.
It felt like all the air was knocked out of your lungs with a powerful blow. A small white square that made your mouth open in a mixture of surprise and shock. This man... he was a priest. This stately man who could bring even the strongest Dominant to his knees with just one look, was a fucking priest!
Your jaw tensed as his gaze met yours. You could feel the slight tremors that took over your body with every step this man took towards you. You slowly stood up from your chair before dropping to your knees, like every other submissive in the bar area. Your heart began to beat faster as a pair of black oxfords appeared right in front of you.
"Aren't you radiating too much power kneeling in such a submissive position?" his voice was as deep as his gaze.
"Perhaps the priest who owns a secret elite BDSM club is forcing my professional personality to come out, contrary to my inner submissive. Unfortunately, these two don't get along very well," you said, grinning, looking at the floor.
"The reporter, whose name is on everyone's lips due to high-profile articles, is a VIP member of a secret elite BDSM club owned by a priest." His voice was completely emotionless, which made you even more nervous. Your jaw tensed, of course he knew everything about you...
"Is that a threat?"
"Did you feel it?" You looked up, but a strong slap made you look back down at the floor. You laughed softly, not because of the slap, but because of the intense arousal it caused. "I heard you were a defiant, but I didn't know you weren't trained in basic etiquette." Your mouth watered with thirst when you heard the slightest hint of amusement in his voice. You exhaled sharply, barely holding back the trembling in your body when he squatted down in front of you. His cold fingers ran over the skin on your cheek that was hot from the slap. He slightly lifted your chin up, but you still looked at the floor. You shuddered slightly when he moved closer to your ear, still holding your chin in his fingers. "One slap turned a fierce lioness into a submissive kitten. Now I wonder how submissive you will become after spending the whole night at my mercy." He whispered softly before letting you go, standing back up. You couldn't take another breath from the arousal that was choking you. It seemed like if just one more word came out of this man's mouth, you would cum right now.
He walked past you, sitting down on your chair. Only now, slightly raising your gaze, you realized that the bar area was completely empty and closed with thick curtains separating you from the club. You were so focused on this man that you did not hear what was happening around you.
"Turn around" you froze from the clear order in his voice. You slowly turned towards him, still looking at the floor. You swallowed loudly when you realized that you were between his long legs. As soon as you raised your head, your face would be only a couple of inches from his crotch. “Wider,” he said, and you didn’t need to clarify what exactly he was talking about. You spread your thighs as wide as you could, placing your hands on top of your thighs. His fingers traced the side of your neck, lifting your face all the way up. Goosebumps ran through your body as you met his gaze again. You gulped loudly as your gaze slid over his skin and the few buttons undone on his shirt where a moment ago there had been a white priest collar. Your eyes widened when you saw the tattoos covering his skin. But even more surprised was his sinful beauty. “Open your mouth,” he took your glass, taking a sip. Leaning forward slightly, he opened his mouth slightly, allowing the liquid to flow and fill your mouth. You took a sip of the scalding drink, feeling everything inside you twist into a tight knot. "God is clearly more at calm with you on his side," you whispered, looking at his beautiful angel face. Your eyes widened as you realized you had said it out loud. You quickly looked down at the floor, expecting another slap because of your cheeky mouth. But instead, you heard a quiet laugh that made your blood turn to ice.
"You think?" he asked still laughing. His fingers grabbed your chin making you flinch. His thumb slid into your mouth pressing your tongue. You barely kept yourself from flinching in pain from his actions. You smiled slightly. Only now did it dawn on you what you had been feeling all this time. In front of you sat not just a dominant, but also a sadist. Dangerous, strong, inspiring fear equal to arousal - a sadist! The pain was so strong that it was impossible to get used to it, but for some reason it made you even wetter between your legs.
He released you as tears rolled down your cheeks. He ran his fingers over the wet trail on your cheek before touching his lips with his fingertips. "I'm not a masochist" you whispered barely keeping calm, still feeling the pain that slowly spread throughout your body.
Your jaw clenched as he laughed softly at your words. "Mmm," he shook his head. "I wonder if it's your profession or if your gut instinct allows you to see the true face of someone in front of you?" he asked, but the question was clearly not meant to be answered. He stood up from his chair, running his fingers through your hair before disappearing as suddenly as he had appeared.
You plopped down on the floor, unable to stop the violent tremors that ran through your body. Your fingers dug into your forearm, which was helping you up off the floor. You winced when you met the bartender's gaze, who helped you sit down on the nearest couch. "Yeah, that's exactly what he is," the bartender said with a smirk, covering you with a blanket.
. . .
“Fuck... you idiot! And what do you think you’re doing here?” You couldn’t stop scolding yourself when you found yourself in front of the doors of the church... His church. You continued to walk in circles in front of the entrance, not daring to cross the threshold.
You were glad that the service had already started, as it gave you the opportunity to remain unnoticed. Sitting in the last row in a dark corner, you continued to look at everyone around. There were quite a lot of people for Wednesday. For a second, you mentally laughed whether people came for the service or to look at the handsome face of the priest.
You almost opened your mouth in surprise at how different his aura was from the one in the club. Now, in front of your eyes, he was bright, warm and caring. You grinned, wondering if this could be considered a hypocrite. Or are these two parts of one whole. Even after the end, no one was in a hurry to leave, wanting to talk to him. He gave everyone his radiant smile, making people glow with happiness. Whatever dirt you wanted to find here, there clearly wasn't any. You snorted, almost in irritation at his perfection. You wandered the empty hallways, looking at the stickers and children's drawings of thanks on the walls.
"I haven't seen you before," a voice behind you made you flinch slightly.
Your eyes widened in surprise when you turned to see a teenager. "This is my first time here," you replied, smiling slightly.
"I hope you don't have any bad thoughts..." he said, crossing his arms over his chest. "I mean father Kim"
"Bad thoughts?" You raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"You didn't take your eyes off father Kim the entire service." He narrowed his eyes, looking at you suspiciously. "And you're too beautiful," he snorted, and you laughed.
"That sounds like a disadvantage."
"Yeah! You're so beautiful that it might make Taehyung think about leaving the church," the boy snorted.
"Taehyung?" You asked in surprise
"Yeah. Father Kim allows us to call him by his first name. That's why I wouldn't want to lose such a wonderful mentor who really helps for someone like us and not just scolding for every single action!" he practically muttered.
"A teenager defending a priest, that's something new. Remembering my youth, I hated going to church," you smiled. "Although... I think the priest in that church was about 150 years old and he led the service at a speed of 50 words per hour," you shrugged and grinned.
"Yeah, we had one like that before. And then Taehyung came. He's not like anyone else," the teenager practically glowed with happiness when talking about him.
"That's for sure," you snorted under your breath.
“That’s why don’t even think about him. If you want to seduce someone, seduce me, beautiful lady! I’m almost 18 and I’m full of energy for all your fantasies!” the guy winked at you, looking you up and down with a hungry gaze.
Winked? Your mouth dropped open in shock, and you laughed out loud at the blatant flirting from this boy.
“Unfortunately, my prayers for your discretion were not answered today either, Luca!” HIS voice sounded behind you, causing the teen to run away giggling and blowing you a kiss.
You turned towards him, once again amazed by his beauty. You continued to stand silently in the middle of the empty hallway, looking at each other, having lost track of time. “You won’t even ask why I’m here?” You finally broke the silence.
“Do I really need pretend that I don’t know the answer to this question?” He chuckled as he walked past you towards the exit. You snorted, following him. You didn't even know why you were following him, but for some reason the thought of leaving didn't even cross your mind.
You were surprised at how dark it was outside when you walked out the back door of the church. You walked along the path that wound between the tall trees until you found yourself in front of the house. You turned towards the church but couldn't see it because of the thick trees separating you. "What is this place?" you asked, looking around, but you couldn't see anything except trees.
"My house," he said calmly. You stopped abruptly, as if someone had punched you, knocking all the air out of you. Your eyes widened as a sudden fear filled your body.
"Are you obsessed with privacy that much?" You clenched your fists as the words flew out without even thinking. Your profession will ruin you. You should control yourself better, especially around him.
He didn't answer, slowly walking up to the door. He opened the door, stepping into the depths of the darkness of his house. It took all your courage to cross that threshold, stepping into the consuming darkness. It was so dark that you couldn't even tell if you were still in the same room with him or not. You slowly stepped forward, hoping not to bump into anything on your way. You squealed loudly, covering your mouth, when he suddenly appeared behind you, loudly slamming the front door.
"Be brave," he said and you continued to step forward. You practically exhaled when he lit a candle, filling the large room with dim light. You were at a loss as to what you should do. All your thoughts were erased, leaving only an animal fear. And you didn't even see him...
You turned towards him, and immediately regretted it. The slap was so hard that it made you lose your balance, plopping down on the floor. You laughed as the heat of excitement filled your body. "Finally, we speak the same language" you whispered quietly, kneeling down. Now you knew exactly who was in front of you now. You smirked when such a strong pain passed in a matter of minutes. Even last time, you were shocked that such a strong slap did not leave a single mark on your face.
The room was so quiet that you were not even sure if he was still in the room, but you did not really want to check. You flinched when the barely audible creak of a chair was heard behind you. It seemed like an eternity had passed, but he still did not break the silence. You trembled with anticipation ... was it okay for you to talk, should you get up from your knees, or was it better to remain submissive until the order from Him sounded. You slightly raised your head and flinched when you met his gaze in the reflection of the glass door of the bookcase.
"You can't even sit still for 10 minutes?" He chuckled, and a shudder ran through your body. "You said you weren't a masochist..." He stood up from his chair and you involuntarily shuddered in fear. "But your blatant disobedience, deserving punishment, makes me think otherwise." He walked up to you, and it took all your self-control not to pull away from him. "Should I show you who you really are?" A tight grip on your hair made you sigh in pain. He pulled your hair down, forcing you to raise your head to meet his dark gaze.
"Since I'm going to get punished anyway, let me ask how such different personalities coexist in one body?" You chuckled before groaning in pain.
With one jerk, he lifted you to your feet, turning you to face him.
"Okay... I wouldn't be so interested if you obeyed without resistance." The smile on his face made you tremble in fear. Only now did you notice that the priest collar was missing, as well as the hint of clemency. "I advise you to choose a safe word," he said, running his fingers along your neck before squeezing it. This time, the trembling wasn't just from fear.
"Saint," you moaned, and Taehyung chuckled, noding his head.
"As you say," he replied, letting go of you. "Follow me," you lowered your head, hiding your smile. You were simply going crazy with excitement at the sound of his orders, because they were imbued with an all-consuming absolute power. You slowly followed him deeper into the dark hallway until you found yourself in front of the stairs leading to the basement. "Even the slightest mistake here will be severely punished," he warned as your mouth opened to blurt out a caustic comment about the basement. You clenched your teeth, mentally glad that your thoughts were not voiced out loud. “Anything I should know?” He turned to face you and you took a step back at how dark and heavy his gaze was.
“Needles,” you practically whispered and he nodded before heading down the stairs. You covered your mouth as you gasped loudly in surprise. His basement resembled the most vinegary torture chamber. He pointed to a table and you didn’t need to be told what your next step was. You slowly undressed, trying to keep your fingers from shaking. You turned and saw him standing in front of the St. Andrew’s cross.
Isn't that blasphemous.. you clenched your teeth tighter before that thought could leave your mouth... maybe you should ask for a gag.
"It won't save you," he said, and you flinched as you realized he was watching you. "I mean a gag..." he chuckled. "After all, your every thought is clearly written on your face."
You rolled your eyes and immediately regretted it. A strong hand grabbed your neck, slamming you into the wall behind you. "Wasn't my warning clear enough," he growled.
"I'm sorry, Sir," you whispered, gasping for air as his grip tightened.
"What exactly are you asking for forgiveness for? For coming to my church? For being disappointed when you didn't find what you came here for? Or for continuing to test my patience with your very existence?"
Every word he said made your body shake harder. The darkness of his eyes consumed you... you fell to your knees as he released you. You gulped loudly as you watched him. He walked up to the cross, running his fingers over the smooth wood.
He turned his head slightly in your direction, and you didn't need to voice his next order. You rose from the floor, walking towards the cross as he headed towards the wall covered with all type of spanking tools.
You looked at the cross in front of you, which seemed completely untouched.
"You are the first person to cross the threshold of this house," he answered your unspoken question. You flinched as his cold palm pressed against your hot skin, pushing you to the wooden cross in front of you. His fingers quickly and too skillfully fastened the straps on your wrists and ankles.
You moaned loudly as the blow landed on your back. "Count," Taehyung growled.
"one..."
The slap, the pain, the heat... "two"... you were choking.
"three..."
"four"
"five"
"six"
"seven"
Your body was no longer yours. Tears were running down your cheeks. You could barely breathe because of the sobs choking you. The pain was squeezing your body in a vice, covering you with a new shade of pain with each slap. Your safe word was practically on the tip of your tongue. But then why did you want him to not stop instead.
"eight.. nine... ...nineteen... twenty" you heard the rattan cane fall to the floor, making you gasp, fighting the pain that was devouring you. The pain was unbearable, then why were you so excited and wet. Proving with your whole body that he was right. He untied you and you sat down on the floor, your legs refusing to hold you up.
"Here," he ordered. You sighed loudly when you turned around to see him sitting on a chair that looked like a throne.
You slowly crawled towards him on trembling legs and arms. He was so calm, only a barely noticeable trace of sweat on his neck exposed the fact that he was the one who destroyed your body. His total calm, made your body throb, especially between your legs. He sat silently, drilling you with dark eyes. Challenging you with what you would able do next. You gulped, suddenly thirsty, when he spread his legs wide, allowing you to crawl close to him. Your trembling fingers slowly pulled towards his pants. You were on the edge... you sighed when your fingers touched his pants, slowly unbuttoning them. The fact that he allowed you to touch felt like it was only your imagination and not reality. You moaned softly, wrapping your fingers around his hard cock. You quickly lowered your mouth onto his length, afraid that he might change his mind. He sat absolutely motionless with a mask of calm on his face.
“Deeper” he ordered and you obeyed lower your mouth on his length. “I said deeper” he practically growled. You took him deeper, until his cock slid into your throat, taking away your ability to breathe. Your eyes were stinging with tears and your lungs were burning with lack of air. He had given you a stark choice: survival or submission!
You looked up in hopes of salvation, but his gaze was like a knife, slowly sliding between your ribs. You moaned in desperate relief as his cum filled your throat, making you come along with him. You leaned back, finally taking a breath. He stood up from the chair, returning to his original appearance, while you lay on the floor completely destroyed by his dominion.
“Wash yourself. Get dressed. And if you ever again decide that you have the right to cross the line - I will show you where your choice ends” his gaze was as merciless as his tone. He turned and headed towards the exit. "The church visit is over," he said before leaving the chamber.
I didn't have the courage to put this in the comment section of J-Hope new MV but I cannot wait for the day where a Male Kpop Artist sings/dances/in the same frame next to a Black Female Rapper- Singer in an actual MV. Kinda looking at you RM(NamJoon), Jungkook and yeah J-Hope. We will get there one day ...one day.....someday....The last time an Asian Man and Black Woman was together in a MV was Aaliyah. But please no hate ...I understand Black Woman are seen in the world as secondary how dare the Black Woman grace their talent next to these stars. I know RM, Jungkook, and J hope aren't like that. But I said what I said.
(Take my tarot interpretation with a grain of salt and sugar)
I asked the BTS members what they envision for the 2025 (or even 2026) comeback. Each one of them has an element that they want to stress on.
Overall and common theme— Two of Wands
They want to open more doors for themselves and expand their legacy
Woodland Oracle— Finding Self Worth, Inspiration, and Wisdom
BTS have felt and seen a lot of things. The process has made them wise and experienced. Their only advice is to not downplay themselves and continue walking with their heads up high.
(Now let’s get to what each member wants to do with the group comeback. I got some interpretations of what they want their music and visuals to look like and sound like.)
(I also used three different decks because the members wanted different pictorial representation. I used the mythology card deck for Namjoon, Jin and Hoseok, original Arthur Waite for Yoongi and Taehyung, and Cat tarot for Jimin and Jungkook)
Namjoon
Ace of swords + The Fool
Namjoon is bursting with creative and intellectual energy. He wants a new chapter for BTS’ perception and career. He’s not too strict with what he wants but he wants something bold, divisive and unique for the comeback.
I see him gravitating towards two songs— Spring Day and Sea (hidden track from ly her). It seems he wants to expand on those two themes. BTS have gone through a lot of seas and deserts and spring days in the past two and a half years and he wants to showcase that pain and fulfilment.
Jin
The Chariot
Well Jin was a bit curt sjdjjdjd. I sort of see him want the same thing as Namjoon— a revisit of the Sea themes. I also see Jin wanting to recreate that map of the soul seven rollout. He really wants to travel and explore a lot with this album. It seems his heart is really all about exploring and trying out new things. He doesn’t seem to want to jinx it or hold himself back by already coming up with an image but he too wants a song like Sea.
Hoseok
King of Swords + Six of Swords
Hoseok also wants a Sea song theme. He sort of wants to show BTS’ self discipline and ability to bounce back. Something about moving on and also rising from ashes. He sort of sees BTS group returning with vengeance and prowess unlike any other.
Yoongi
Ace of Swords + Six of Pentacles reversed + The Fool
Yoongi has similar cards as Namjoon but from a different deck. He’s not really thought of revisiting songs but he too shares the vision of going all out and bold. The reversed six of pentacles is showing me that Yoongi really wants to talk about something that was really unfair that happened to BTS. Something about them being betrayed or cheated out of something. Maybe the media? Or something that happened to them personally? He wants to bare his and BTS’ bruises. If Namjoon wishes for something hopeful, I see Yoongi wishes for something dark and contemplative.
Taehyung
High Priestess Reversed + the Emperor + Knight of Wands
Taehyung wants to make a song about similiar things as Yoongi— something about trust being broken, shallowness, superficiality, ignorance. I think this is because he sees BTS as an outlet that can help bring awareness to certain things. But at the same time he wants to show a “cool” side. Like despite all BTS went through, they came back like the Emperor and Knight card here. He might want something that’s also flirty. My brain heard Fake Love so I guess he wants something like that.
Jimin
The Chariot + The Magician Reversed + Page of Cups.
Like Jin, Jimin wants to travel with this work. He feels the most comfortable with BTS, and he treats their work like a throne. He might want to make a song also talking about some deceit that he has faced— like Yoongi and Taehyung. He also wants to try something super new and connect with his inner child once again with BTS.
Jungkook
The Sun Reversed + Lovers
Awwww… he’s just so happy to unite with the members. I guess that’s what he wants to make the music on— about the period where they weren’t together and then their reunion. It seems he wants this to be the defining track on the album. For him, the BTS bond is what makes the music hit for others and for himself too. So that’s really what he wants to focus on. He might take hands on approach with this track.
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Overall I think the men are restless to come back. They have so many stories to share and concepts to explore. They all pretty much want the same thing.
