warnings: smut (minors do not interact), unprotected sex (bc it's fun to fantasize about in fictional situations but please use protection irl), small mentions of mafia shit (again), sex work
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note: yet another smut drabble that's actually just a buildup for a whole ass wip! enjoy
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You're not much of a crybaby, not when life has a way of toughening you up.
But right now, with your legs high up in the sky as you lay on your back, your skin reveling in the soft velvet of the sheets, you blubber incoherently with uncontrollable tears streaming down your face.
The reason for your tears is wearing a smug look as he looks down at your pitiful, crying form.
"Why are you crying, princess?"
His thumb never leaves your clit just as his cock never leaves your warm, wet heat. But he doesn't move.
"Yoongi—"
"Yeah? What do you want?"
He's ruthless, rubbing circles on your sensitive nub but remaining otherwise motionless while he's balls deep inside you.
You hate crying. You hate pleading, as well. But Yoongi singlehandedly makes you do both.
After all, Min Yoongi owns the streets of Daegu. It should be a no-brainer that he owns your body, too.
He loves you like this, loves when your tough facade breaks just for him, loves when you whine and beg and plead to him, loves when you fall apart because of him.
"Yoongi," you whimper when he twitches inside you, "move."
If someone else tries ordering him around, they'd lose a limb.
But here you are, your pleas commanding him to fold to your every whim, your moans and lewd sounds spurring him to give you what you want.
And he does.
Yoongi starts off slow, knowing just how much you love the buildup despite your whining. He gathers a generous amount of spit in his mouth and lets it drop on your waiting cunt, groaning when he observes the mix of juices pooling between your spread legs where the two of you are joined.
"I've spoiled you too much," he teases, his hips starting to pick up a faster pace. "Bossing me around. Never saying please."
You're too fucked out to respond and it's not like he expects you to, anyway. Not when he starts jackhammering into you just the way you like it, and he begins to feel the fluttering of your walls.
"Yoongi," you sob, and as if to appease him, you chant, "please, please, please—"
And then you fall.
Yoongi loves it when you climax. You thrash around, hands gripping anything you can reach – the sheets, the bed posts, your hair, your tits. There's a beautiful vulnerability to the sight, a stark contrast to the tough, closed-off act you normally put on.
In truth, the both of you are closed-off people. But right here, with your cunt squeezing the life out of his dick, with your naked bodies connected in the most intimate of ways, he allows himself the same moment of vulnerability.
He falls. He reaches his peak and spills inside you, leaning down and groaning into your neck as you wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace.
Anyone looking at the two of you right now would think you're two lovers basking in the afterglow.
In another world, maybe. But in this dark little paradise, you can only wish.
Because he's Min Yoongi, the ruthless mob boss, the topdog of Daegu. And you're just a no-named prostitute, a whore, a nobody.
You know better than to dwell on it. So you suck it up, put on a face for him, and try to make the rest of his visit worth his while and worth his money.
After all, he's paying for you.
"Hey," he calls out just as the two of you are getting dressed. "Are you available tomorrow?"
"Oh, it's my day off tomor—"
"Not to work," he clarifies. "I mean, to go out."
Your eyebrows furrow.
"Out?" you repeat. "Out where?"
"To dinner."
You blink. "You want to take me out to dinner? Why?"
"Don't people usually go out for dinner to celebrate their birthdays?"
"My... birthday...? Wait, what?"
Yoongi just smirks. He then kisses your cheek before walking out the room with a quick, "I'll pick you up at seven," thrown over his shoulder.
You're dumbfounded. You're flustered. And truthfully, you're a bit excited. But most of all, you're confused.
Because how did Yoongi know tomorrow's your birthday?
BEHOLD. Julien meeting Liam properly for the first time and being really weirdly religious about it. I write these with humanizations in mind but there's nothing explicitly human in this so imagine what you want. About 600 words under the cut (and you can tell where I ran out of steam, lol).
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"You're real."
That's the first thing out of Julien's mouth when Liam's crutches click across the floor and the man comes into his line of sight. They're both standing there, the breath sucked out of their lungs, and neither of them move a step closer. Julien's hand clutches at his chest - he can feel his heart beating a million miles an hour, he's alive, he's alive, and Liam standing right here in front of him proves it, without any more doubt.
"Dear lord, you're real," he repeats, his voice shaky and thick with gratitude. And maybe some tears, as well.
"Thank god, thank you, thank you, thank you," the praise falls out of his lips like they're the only words he knows, remembering who he's standing in front of far too late.
"I owe you my life, I owe you more than my life," he continues on, and he can feel his legs shake as every sinew in them snaps, as every pound per square inch of solid stone grinds his bones into fine dust and collapses his lungs. The permanent bruises throb, dark purple and hot. He falls onto his knees and grunts in more pain, but finds it fitting. Liam's still staring. Julien can't parse his expression. His hands twitch in front of him, wanting to reach out, but how are you supposed to make sense of touching someone so otherworldly, so transcendent? You don't. You can't.
"You, you- I thought I was stuck there forever. Stuck forever, waiting for someone to save me that would never come. But you did, you did, mon ange, you did..."
And now there are more thank yous bubbling past his lips. I need to praise you, worship you, revere you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
"...My name is Liam."
His mouth is set in a thin line. Julien still doesn't know what it means. He's not great at reading people yet. He's spent too long not having anyone to read.
He breaks out of his spell. He tries to wipe away the tears running rivers down his face with the meat of his shaking hands, but it doesn't quite work. He thinks he sees Liam's own hand reach out, off his crutch, but then it quickly retreats back to the handle. Julien raises to his feet with the help of the wall.
"Liam," he repeats softly, and Liam nods, as if to confirm he got it right. The word is clumsy in his mouth and not at all the way Liam himself had just pronounced it.
Julien's eyebrows scrunch in the way they do when he's thinking hard about something. His eyes flit from Liam's legs back up to his face. He tries not to let it make him angry.
"...I'm glad you're here," is what he settles on instead of fervent appreciation, and this is when Liam smiles. Julien has to remind himself to breathe.
"I'm glad you're here, too. With us."
Us. Us. Liam considers them all a unit, something together instead of separated into those who know suffering and those who dug their way out of it.
He had been trying to be the latter. He doesn't like to think about if it was actually worth it in the end. It makes him space out too bad. He looks up at Liam again. He can't find any words. All he had ever mustered up were prayers, pleas for forgiveness and mercy, and now that he's been given that... now what?
"I don't have anything to give you," he says, and Liam looks confused, now. Julien knows what confusion looks like.
"As thanks," he elaborates, and his hands wave around thin and useless in front of him, "I don't have anything."
"I don't need anything," Liam responds simply, and no, that can't be right.
pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader, jeon jungkook x reader (yes they're different people)
plot: the jeon twins have become nothing more than two strikingly similar looking guys who share a mere home address and a last name. but in their senior year of college, the estranged twins may have found one more thing they share in common – you.
warnings: jeon twins au, possible headache bc the use of jeongguk and jung kook is v confusing (but they're different people here your honor), specific warnings will be emphasized in the actual completed fic (whenever that may be)
masterlist + disclaimers.
note: this is an au i had since amas 2021. haven't finished it yet so please manage ur expectations bc 1. i'm too lazy and unmotivated to finish this, and 2. i have no idea where i'm going with the plot ^^
JEON JEONGGUK.
nickname: Guk
description: the older twin, the golden son, the responsible one
appearance: styles his hair in a short & clean cut, has eleven piercings (6 on the right earlobe, 3 on the left earlobe, 1 through the right eyebrow, 1 on the lower lip), prefers studs as earrings, has a full sleeve tattoo on his right arm
hobbies: studying (yes he's smart too bc god has favorites), working out, singing (holds nightly karaoke sessions by himself), boxing (does it recreatively, not competitively)
JEON JUNG KOOK.
nickname: JK
description: the younger twin, the black sheep, the rebellious one
appearance: has his long hair slicked back to complement his undercut, has 6 visible piercings on his earlobes (but rumor has it he has more elsewhere *wink*), prefers hoops or dangling earrings, has a couple of small tattoos on his arm but covers them with long sleeved shirts
hobbies: drawing (prefers old-fashioned sketching over digital), working out, playing guitar (he's self taught!), riding his motorcycle (he wears knee pads & a helmet bc safety is cool)
warnings: smut (minors do not interact), wet humping, fighting (not physical, but they have a big argument), cheating (kinda, the first col drabble explains it better so it's better to read that first!), gangster squad au
masterlist + disclaimers.
note: our col!couple is back at it (like rabbits) again! there'll probably be another drabble or two after this to complete the au ^^
— previous: city of lights. | next: neon lights.
You thought it would be a one-time thing.
But one night of pleasure turned into several nights of passion. One night of secrecy turned into several nights of indulgence.
It's not far-fetched to say that this arrangement with Jungkook, like many other things in your life, is going out of your control.
But you aren't complaining.
“Fuck!”
Jungkook says the word breathlessly, his hands on your waist as the both of you stand under the shower head. It's one of those rare morning-afters when you don't have to rush back home at dawn, so the both of you are making the most out of it.
“Jungkook, mmm,” you moan, shifting your weight on your feet and arching your back to get a better angle. “Wait— Just...”
His hands grip your ass to pull you flush against his body. Slowly but surely, he rocks back and forth, rubbing your pussy lips with the length of his dick, fucking you but not really fucking you at the same time.
"Don't worry,” Jungkook says, grunting when you cross your legs with his cock right between your puffy pussy lips, your juices making him glide deliciously back and forth. "Not inside, okay?" he tells you as you moan again, wiggling your hips to stimulate both of your pleasures.
“You’re so pretty,” he groans. “And so wet, fuck.”
“And you’re so big," you whimper. “Want you inside me."
“I know, doll, but you're still sore from last night, remember? Shit, just like that—” A roll of his hips. “Besides, We don't have much time. Taehyung's coming back at noon, right?"
Again with the 'Taehyung.' It's always 'Taehyung this, Taehyung that.'
Of course, you've known all along that Jungkook and his crew are planning something against your mob boss boyfriend. You've known all along how much of a pawn you are in the grand scheme of things. You've known all along that what you and Jungkook have right now has a hidden motive behind it.
You've known all that, and yet you can't help but be disappointed.
If you were just a pawn, Jungkook didn't have to bring you soup and heating pads that one time you had cramps. If you were just a pawn, he didn't have to be content just snuggling with you that one night you weren't in the mood for sex.
If you were just a pawn, he doesn't have to care if you're sore or not.
You halt his movements, pulling away from him to turn around with your back against his chest. “You know I’m Taehyung's girl, right? Not you? You're awfully more up to date with him than I am,” you point out, reaching between your legs to place his dick back between your legs and wet-humping it.
“Well, that sounds like a you problem,” he teases, reaching around to play with your clit. “Maybe I should be the one dating him, then.”
“You'd love that, wouldn't you?” You reply, his fingers and your hips moving even faster and moments later, the both of you reach your highs, with your hole clenching around nothing and him finishing on your pussy.
After a few breaths, he kisses you tenderly before wrapping towels around you and himself, and leading you back to the bedroom. As he's turning away to put on his clothes, you notice something shiny peaking out from one of his pockets. Your heart stops when you see something gold.
A police badge.
Much later when you're both seated at his breakfast table, you're holding in your doubts and questions, choosing not to say anything yet as you finish your makeup and put on the earrings Taehyung got for you.
Maybe Jungkook notices how you've spaced out. Or maybe he notices how you've gone a bit distant. Either way, the shift in the air is noticeable and the tension is undeniably thick.
"Do you have to do that in front of me?" he asks, scowling through a mouthful of cereal.
You stop and stare at him.
"Do you have to make yourself pretty for him in front of me?" he spits out.
"What's the matter?" you ask him blankly.
"Why are you dressing up so much for him?"
"Why didn't you tell me you were a cop?"
Silence. The cat's out of the bag and there's no turning back now.
After a few tense beats, he tries to placate you. "I hid it to protect you," he sighs, his hand reaching out to touch yours. "Trust me."
You pull your hand away.
"No," you scoff. "I don't trust you, Jungkook, the bible salesman." You add, "I should've known life would do me dirty again."
"Hold on," he bites back. "You knew we were planning something. You knew I was trying to bring Taehyung down."
"I thought you were just like all the others who tried! You think you're the first one, Jungkook? You're not special," you say angrily. "How was I supposed to know you were the fucking police?"
He doesn't answer. Or more appropriately, he can't answer. His mouth opens and closes, no sound coming out.
"So if you're a cop," you start slowly, softly, your eyes on the table, "and your goal is to have Taehyung arrested... Where does that leave me?"
You look up at him.
"I'm in too deep," you continue. "My association with Taehyung runs too deep for me not to be implicated. If you arrest him..."
"Doll..."
"...will you arrest me, too?"
His silence tells you everything you need to know.
You stand up hurriedly, packing your things mindlessly and heading out the door.
Storming out of his place, you leave your disappointed heart and wistful dreams behind.
warnings: smut (minors do not interact), unprotected sex (please use protection irl), mentions of mafia shit that are just buildups for future drabbles, cheating (kinda, it's complicated)
masterlist + disclaimers.
note: just a little (smutty) test drabble as i establish this blog! this was based on a scene from the film gangster squad
— prev: (none) | next: backstreet buildings.
You giggle in between sweet, lingering kisses on Jungkook's neck.
"Hey," he says from below you, his hands gently gliding up and down your bare back. "Come up here a second."
You giggle again, shaking your head as your lips reach his collarbone now.
"Doll," he tries again in amusement, "I said, come up here."
You humor him, taking your lips of his skin.
"Well," he starts with an over-the-top 'thinking' expression. "I was wondering if—"
He cuts himself off by kissing you on the lips.
You laugh into the kiss, endeared.
"You're so silly," you say as you break away.
"But I'm serious. I was wondering if—"
He kisses you again.
You smile, deepening the kiss, all too aware of the fact that you two are still naked from last night's escapades and one small movement could easily slip his hard member back inside your wet heat.
Jungkook doesn't ignore this fact and promptly grabs your hips, positions you easily, and slips inside you.
"Mmmm," you moan at the welcome intrusion. When he bounces you up and down, gentle but deep, you murmur, "where have you been all my life," you sigh, continuing, "Jungkook, the bible salesman?"
"Drinking," he grunts a reply.
"Oh," you exclaim as he hits a particularly deep spot inside you. "Well, that's a noble profession."
"Yeah?" Jungkook groans when you swivel your hips in perfect, confident motions before going back to bouncing up and down on his dick.
He knows that you know he's not actually a bible salesman.
In fact, you have an inkling your little tryst right now has less to do with you and has more to do with someone else.
That someone else being your boyfriend.
Technically, he's not really your boyfriend because, well, he never asked to be. He just, one day, decided that you're his woman, his girl, his possession.
You didn't – and still don't – have room to object. That's just how it is with Kim Taehyung. The infamous mob boss. The king of the city.
"Close, doll?"
But while you may be Kim Taehyung's girl, it's not his dick you're warming at this moment.
"So close," you whisper in response, refusing to let your mind wander off from the gorgeous man below you.
Meeting Jeon Jungkook last night was a surprise on your part and an orchestration on his.
He sweet-talked his way to you just as you conveniently left your boyfriend's table for a short breather. The lighting in the restaurant was aesthetically dimmed but you could see right through his bible salesman act.
Still, you ended the night in his bed.
You don't mind that he and his ragtag crew of six are using you. You don't mind being a pawn in their game.
You don't mind that he's fucking you to get to your boyfriend. The same way he doesn't mind that you're using him in a misguided act of rebellion.
"Shit," Jungkook groans, his eyes zeroed on the shiny mess between your legs and the way your puffy pussy lips are swallowing him whole.
You pull him up to a sitting position, never ceasing the bouncing of your hips. You wrap your arms around him as he angles his legs comfortably with the new position and starts to meet your hips halfway.
"Fuck," you moan in Jungkook's embrace, your eyes feasting on the view of the city from the windows behind him.
The city is beautiful in the wee hours of the morning but it's much more of a marvel at night. And as Jungkook spills inside you and you cum on his cock, you can't help but think of what would happen the next time you see the pretty city lights.
"He's gonna kill us, you know," you say breathlessly, matter-of-factly, just as the both of you are coming down from your highs.
He plays with your hair, cock softening inside you but he makes no move to slip out.
"Who?" he murmurs, feigning ignorance.
You stare at him pointedly.
"V."
His hands move from your hair to your lips.
"Voldemort?"
You huff.
"Van Helsing?"
"Jungkook."
"That doesn't start with a V—"
You clench around him and he shuts up.
"Jungkook," you say. "I know this is about V." You gesture to the two of you. "I know this is about Taehyung."
"You're too sharp for your own good," he sighs. "What are you doing with that knucklehead, anyway? He doesn't seem like your type."
You look him in the eye. That exact question, the exact same answer.
pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader, jeon jungkook x reader (yes they're different people)
plot: the jeon twins have become nothing more than two strikingly similar looking guys who share a mere home address and a last name. but in their senior year of college, the estranged twins may have found one more thing they share in common – you.
warnings: jeon twins au, possible headache bc the use of jeongguk and jung kook is v confusing (but they're different people here your honor), specific warnings will be emphasized in the actual completed fic (whenever that may be)
series index. | masterlist + disclaimers.
note: normally i don't post unfinished wips (especially ones with plots that aren't completely fleshed out yet) but this au has been sitting in my drafts since amas 2021, so i thought why not post a lil snippet and just dip right after? (p.s. please manage ur expectations bc 1. i'm too lazy to write this and 2. i have no idea where i'm going with this plot)
More often than not, identical twins are actually more different than similar.
The Jeon twins are a testament to that, even going as far as to insisting they’re entire opposites instead of merely different.
Jeongguk — the older of the two by a mere seven minutes; the golden son — can’t remember the last time he and his younger brother Jung Kook — the black sheep of the family by a great margin; the problematic son — saw eye to eye. In fact, their whole lives have been a flurry of grit and determination to prove they’re not the identical twins people saw them to be; that they’re individuals, that they’re their own persons.
First it was the nicknames. Despite the differences in spelling, Jeongguk and Jung Kook sound almost exactly the same and neither twin is having that. Thus, Jeongguk became “Guk” and Jung Kook became “JK”. Anyone who calls them otherwise will earn themselves a grimace from the older twin and a scoff from the younger.
Next it was their personalities, and by extension, their forms of expression. Both twins are conventionally attractive, a commonality they can’t help but share through their genes, but each own up to the word “beautiful” in their own unique ways.
Jeongguk is the calmer of the two, the more responsible one, the reliable pillar. His stellar grades and bookish habits surprisingly go hand in hand with his eleven piercings and constant need to work out at the gym. He prefers his hair in a short, neat cut and favors studs as earrings for a generally clean look.
Jung Kook on the other hand is the more adventurous of the two, the mysterious one, the wild card. His grades are just enough to make him pass despite the fact that he rarely shows up to classes, always disappearing during periods of time and reappearing as if nothing is amiss. He prefers his long, chin-length hair slicked back so that it complements his undercut and favors hoops as well as dangling earrings for a slightly bolder look.
Despite these insistent differences, the twins still end up in the same university, in the same campus, albeit in different programs. Guk earned himself an academic scholarship into the business program their parents always pushed at, whereas JK also landed himself a scholarship through his participation in their old high school’s varsity team that allows him to pursue a sports science program.
Studying completely different majors and living in completely different parts in the huge campus, the two brothers see each other less and less with each passing year.
After their freshman year, JK stops coming home for holidays and breaks. In the middle of their sophomore year, Guk stops making excuses for his younger twin whenever their parents ask questions. By their junior year, the two brothers have become nothing more than two strikingly similar looking guys who share a mere home address and a last name.
But in their senior year, the estranged Jeon twins may have found one more thing they share in common.
Something. Someone.
You.
You’ve known JK since your first year and after that first hookup, you’ve become a regular fixture in his apartment. You fight endlessly, you make up frequently, you fuck constantly, but most of all, you care for each other deeply. Though you never really crossed the line between friends-who-fuck and something more, you know him well enough to be assured of your place in his life.
You trust him. That is, until you meet his twin.
You meet Guk in your last year of college, which opens up a whole new jar of questions. Why didn’t JK tell you about his twin brother? Didn’t he trust you? What other secrets is he hiding?
Will you just be another thing they have in common that ends up further driving the wedge between them?
He’s running out of time.
Fuck, Jung Kook knew he shouldn’t have come here. No amount of money is worth the stress of putting himself in sketchy situations. Not to mention this is the longest he’s been gone and there’s no doubt that his phone is filled to the brim with your concerned texts and voicemails.
“What did Yoongi tell you about this guy?” his partner Namjoon asks him as they’re observing their client from a distance.
“Nothing,” Jung Kook replies robotically.
“Figures.”
A tense silence falls over them. Nothing like the smug, comfortable silences they shared in previous gigs. This one is more fragile, more different. Just like how this client seems more different, more dangerous.
“You still wanna go through with this, JK?” Namjoon still thinks to ask even though he already knows the answer.
The logical decision would be for Jung Kook to say no, to not risk their safety for the sake of measly profits that they only get a portion of, to walk away and forget all about the sketchy looking client. But Jung Kook has never been exactly logical.
Your face flashes through his mind, your smile, your laugh, the way you felt in his arms, the sincerity in your voice when you said three peculiar words to him, the tears you cried when he shut you out weeks ago.
Even in this tense situation, you’re all he thinks of. You’re it for him and that’s exactly why he needs to make this gig. He needs the money. He needs you.
So instead, Jung Kook replies with, “yes,” and takes a step forward.
All he needs to do is take a step forward.
The front door is already open and he can already see the inside of the apartment, but for some reason Jeongguk can’t move. Maybe he’s afraid of what he might find. Or more specifically, what he might not find.
It’s been a week since he heard around campus that his twin brother has gone AWOL, and this time around doesn’t seem like one of his usual two-to-three-day disappearances. Normally Jeongguk wouldn’t meddle. After all, it’s been several months (or was it years?) since he last physically saw and talked to his own twin. But something is tugging at him this time. Something tells him this time is different.
He sighs. Then takes a step forward.
JK’s apartment looks exactly like how he remembers it, save for a few minor changes. Nothing seems to be amiss. Nothing indicates distress or disturbance, but almost everything indicates a voluntary exit. He pinches the bridge of his nose. He’s heard all the rumors about what exactly his twin does in his spare time. He once tried confronting him about it but was met with an enraged cry of, “mind your own business!” When he asked again on a particularly calm day when they were both civil with each other, the latter merely whispered a shaky, “nothing too dangerous, I swear.”
Guk paces around the modest apartment, running his hands through his hair in agitation. It’s obvious what he has to do but how exactly does he start looking for his younger brother who’s been gone for nearly three weeks? He doesn’t know where to begin, where to sit down and think. He doesn’t even know if this apartment is the right starting point.
A knock on the door. Then another one. Then a series of hard knocks followed by frantic shouting.
“I know you’re in there, asshole!”
Jeongguk lurches out of his seat and fumbles with the locks on the door. He doesn’t know if the shouting was directed at him, that whoever is outside was talking about him, or at his absent brother. The yelling continues with a mix of “open up!” and “I hate you! I hate you!” before he finally manages to open the door and is greeted with the sight of an angry, tear-stained face.
You’re panting, looking at him as if he’s the bane of your existence but that’s impossible because he’s sure he’s never met you before.
“You asshole!” you screech at him as you step forward and land punches on his chest, not noticing how it’s slightly bigger and sturdier than you’re used to. “You act all cold to me out of the blue! Disappear for three weeks, ignore my calls and texts! Then you come back and not tell me? I hate you, JK, I hate you!”
Jeongguk is bewildered and if he isn’t so distracted by your hands on his chest and your pretty eyes trained on him, he would’ve noticed how your entire body relaxed in his hold and your lips formed a pout.
“Fuck it,” you whisper.
Then you kiss him.
He’s kissing you back.
You deepen the kiss, and it’s like the past three weeks of worrying never happened. The kiss is as explosive as usual, both of you so into it with passion and eagerness, and you’re just grateful he’s back. He’s safe and in your arms again. Your tongue darts out to trace his lower lips and you hear him moan appreciatively before your wet muscle feels something different. Something metal.
You pull back all of a sudden. His eyes are still closed as he tries to chase your lips but you push his chest back with narrowed eyes. He opens his eyes in a daze.
“You got a lip piercing?” Your squinted eyes land on his right eyebrow. “And another on your eyebrow?” Your eyes trace the six studs that form an aesthetically straight line on his right ear. “You look different. You cut your hair. And your arm… those tattoos…” you trail off when you spot a full sleeve tattoo on his right arm instead of the few inked doodles you remember. “JK, what’s going on?”
The name which you call him snaps Guk out of his kiss-induced haze and he finally, finally, takes a good look at you. You’re beautiful. Wait, that’s probably an understatement. You’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen — from your swollen lips to your arched eyebrow to your sweet, confused face.
“Who are you?” he asks. Something he should’ve done before he welcomed your lips on his.
You growl adorably in irritation and he almost kisses you again before you spit back a retort. “I’m not playing around. Be serious for once, JK.”
“That’s the thing,” he says slowly as he steps back and looks at you cautiously. “I’m not exactly JK… I’m his twin brother—“
“I told you to stop messing with me!”
“I’m not! I’m not, I swear!” He holds his hands up in surrender when you look at him threateningly. “I’m his twin brother, Jeongguk, but I mostly go by Guk. I’m sorry my brother never told you about me but I’m sure he has his reasons.”
Your eyes narrow even further. “What are you implying? If you’re saying he— Are you saying he doesn’t trust me?”
“That’s not what I meant. Look, I’m sorry, I don’t know any more than you do but I promise you I’m telling the truth.” He grips his hair in frustration and resumes his earlier pacing.
You eye him cautiously when he finally takes a seat on the couch. You observe how he looks eerily similar to JK, if not the exact same — from his doe eyes to his luscious hair to his full, rosy lips — yet he harbors his own unique features that separate him from your missing lover. Your chest aches when you remember those same pouty lips spouting hurtful words at you weeks ago and shutting you out.
“So you’re really…” you start cautiously, “…JK’s twin brother?”
“I am,” he answers promptly and you vaguely hear him add a hushed, “unfortunately.”
JK has always been secretive with you but hiding the fact that he has a twin brother is like a slap to your face. How could he have kept something this big from you? How could he, when you have always been unapologetically open with him?
“Why didn’t he ever tell me?” you whisper, your voice cracking in the end.
Jeongguk sighs. “I don’t know.”
You’re both quiet when you sit on the couch a few inches away from him. You both stare at nothing on the floor, with you trying to grasp the fact that JK never told you about his identical twin and with Guk trying to comprehend the truth that his twin brother never told him about you.
“Jeongguk… I mean, Guk?” you whisper. “Do you know where he is?”
He answers after a minute. “I don’t.”
Another minute. “Is he in danger?”
Half a minute, then Jeongguk turns to you with soft voice. “I hope not.”
warnings: fluff (the calm kind, not the tooth-rotting kind sadly), revelations, mentions of past car accident, mafia au (but no specific details in this particular drabble), other warnings withheld due to possible spoilers
masterlist + disclaimers.
note: would u look at that, no smut for once HAH anyways a lot of u guys seemed to like the first drabble (read that first if u haven't yet!) so here's an attempt at a continuation <3 please share your thoughts! feedback and reviews always keep me going ^^
— prev: in the darkest little paradise | next: everything just stops
The harbor at night shows the best view of the city.
It's tragic, really, how little you see of the city you live in. You only ever lingered in places near your apartment or near your work, and you no longer remember the area you grew up in as a child.
This unfamiliar side of the city — the side with skyrise buildings, bustling night life, and uptown streets — is wholly new to you.
"Are you cold?"
And amongst other things that are new...
"I'm fine," you answer as you feel his presence behind you. "Just enjoying the view."
A warm jacket is placed on your shoulders and you smile at the action. This is a side of Yoongi that's kind of new to you. You only ever spent time with each other in the bedroom, and there, he's always so dominating, so intense. It's nice to get to know this softer, caring side of Yoongi outside of sex.
Regardless, you pull the jacket tighter around you. You don't really feel cold but he decides to wrap you in his arms anyway, your back to his chest, as you both look out the harbor.
"Did you enjoy dinner?" he asks, resting his chin on the top of your head.
"I loved it," you affirm, soaking in the intimacy he's offering.
Yoongi's always commanding and rough in bed, but you aren't a stranger to his sweet kisses and affectionate touches during aftercare. Still, you always told yourself to keep your distance, to not get too attached, because at the end of the night, he's still a paying client.
Tonight, though, you allow yourself small luxuries.
"Good," he says, relieved, before whispering in your ear, "happy birthday, princess."
You smile, closing your eyes. This is the best birthday you've had in a while. You take a moment to soak in the feeling, but after about a few minutes, you know you can't avoid it any longer.
You need answers.
"Yoongi?"
"Mm?"
You feel his lips on your neck.
"How did you know my birthday?"
He plants a chaste kiss on your neck.
"Does it matter how I know?" he asks.
"It matters to me."
He pauses and contemplates before his lips reach your ear.
"What would you do if I said it was a lucky guess?"
You shiver at his voice, then you open your eyes.
"I would say you're a liar," you eventually say, "and then I'd ask you how you know about my allergy."
You're referring to the incident earlier when Yoongi ordered a dish that was supposed to have certain ingredients in it that you're allergic to, but he was quick to tell the staff to remove them before you could even say anything.
"Then I would say you're too sharp for your own good," he concludes, sighing.
You blink in confusion, before pulling out of his embrace to turn around and look at him properly. He looks back at you with a forlorn expression.
"You really don't remember, princess?"
"Remember what, Yoongi?"
"Think for a minute. Please." His voice starts to become frantic. "Don't you remember anything at all? Anything?"
"Yoongi, I don't—"
"You have to remember." His voice is getting louder, desperation lacing his features. "Try and think back to eight years ago. Try and think back to before the accident."
Accident? How could he have known about that?
Around eight or so years ago, you got into a pretty bad car accident which led you to lose your memories. The doctors hoped it was just temporary but unfortunately, you current memory only dates back to when you woke up at the hospital to see your mother's distraught face. Anything before the accident was a complete blank.
It's a sensitive topic for you so you never really told anyone. No one else of importance needed to know, anyway. The only one who knew was your mother and she's already passed.
So how the fuck does Yoongi know?
"Yoongi, you're not making any sense," you tell him, tears starting to pool in the corners of your eyes. "You're scaring me."
"No, no, don't be scared." He cups your cheeks and plants a small, reassuring kiss on your lips. "I'm sorry. I just... really want you to remember on your own..."
"Remember what?" you ask him for the second time. "What do I need to remember, Yoongi? And how the fuck do you know about my accident?"
Your voice is getting louder, your tears finally falling. You have half the mind to be more quiet but the way he is talking to you (or not talking to you) is getting on your nerves.
He clearly knows something. And since it very clearly involves you, you deserve to know everything.
Yoongi stares at you for what seems like a long time, debating whether or not to finally give you the answers you're seeking.
In the end, he decides to tell you the truth.
"Princess..." he starts slowly, "your accident..."
And all the pieces fall—
"I know about it because," he continues, "I was the reason behind it."
—right into place.
He then tells you all you deserve to know – that you've been in love since you were teenagers, that some rival gang orchestrated your accident eight years ago in an attempt to spite him, that you lost all your memories because of it, and that your mother convinced him to leave you to keep you safe.
It wasn't easy leaving you, but with you losing your memories and with his risky line of work, he eventually backed off, thinking you were better off with a fresh, blank start.
But when he saw you again at the city's red district about a year ago, he couldn't resist his longing anymore. He had to have you again in any way he could have you. Even if it meant you didn't remember. Even if it meant he was a stranger to you.
warnings: smut (minors do not interact), unprotected sex (bc of the time period but in today's day & age please use protection), knight au, slight mulan au, other warnings are withheld due to possible spoilers
masterlist + disclaimers.
note: ok ngl i'm not quite happy with how this turned out :( which makes me extra sad bc i was so excited to write this plot/trope 🥲 anyways i hope u guys still enjoy this cute lil knight!namjoon drabble. and as always, feedback & reviews are my lifesource <3
The moon is full.
You first notice it as you're approaching the lake, its circled orb reflected on the water's rippled surface. You let the moonlight accompany you as you arrive at the lake farthest from the base to take a much needed bath.
You're sure everyone else is asleep by now, but still, habit makes you look around in caution before taking your clothes off. Your hands are shaky as you take the wrap off your chest but when it finally falls off, you forego covering your breasts with your hands as you hurriedly run to the water.
It's warm.
You thank your lucky stars that the water's warm enough. Quickly, you scrub your body, making sure to get all the dirt because you don't know when you'll be able to sneak away to bathe again.
It's when you're untangling the tie on your hair that you notice movement in the corner of your eye. Panicking, you open your mouth to scream but the culprit promptly steps into view, hands in the air to show no harm, the moonlight shining on his face.
It's Namjoon.
Your breath stops. You debate scrambling to put on your clothes or hiding deeper in the water to hide your secret. He ends up choosing for you instead, walking towards where your clothes are before speaking softly.
"Are you finished?" he asks. "Don't worry if you aren't. Don't rush on my account."
"It's hard not to rush when someone's watching me."
He smiles, dimples showing. "Better me than them," he says, hand picking up your chest wrap.
You freeze. And you're about to come up with an excuse when he just shushes you good-naturedly.
"Don't be scared. I won't tell anyone, I promise."
"How did you find out?" you ask.
He chuckles. "When you've been training as long as I have to look for the missing princess, you have to be able to look at a situation intuitively and spot anything suspicious."
"But why are you helping me? Why are you promising to keep it a secret?"
"I don't know why any woman would pretend to be a man but I can tell you have your reasons." He shrugs, before smiling cheekily at you, adding, "And I can also tell that you're practically in love with me—"
You choke.
"—and I can't have your admiration of me diminishing just because I can't keep a secret now, can I?"
What the—?
"I don't know what to say," you admit, marveling at how he hasn't changed one bit.
"You don't have to say anything. But I do have something to ask you."
You wait. After a few heartbeats, he finally asks.
"Can I join you?"
And that's how you found yourself stark naked in the middle of the lake with your fellow knight, your lips connected like you don't even need air, your hands pleasuring each other under the water.
"Are you ready for me?" he asks, his fingers toying with your clit causing you to moan.
You nod, and without further prompting, he slips inside you easily. And like you knew it would, it feels like home.
Does he know you've been ready for him for a long while? Does he know you've been waiting for this for the longest time? Does he know you've been dreaming of this for the longest nights?
He starts off rough, pressing his lips against your own to compensate for the intensity, but he doesn't need to.
You know he likes it rough. You like it, too, as long as it's with him.
Does he know that you already know he likes it hard and fast? Does he know that you already know what he feels like inside you?
You wrap your legs around his waist and meet his thrusts halfway.
You whimper at the sensations, head falling back in ecstasy. He muffles his groans, mindful of the fact that your companions back at the base might hear the two of you.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Namjoon mutters. "Are you close?"
Without waiting for your answer, he balances your weight on one hand and uses the other to play with your sensitive clit. You whine at the heightened pleasure but also at his action.
His mind might have forgotten, but his body still remembers.
You find yourself nearing your climax at the thought of his body moving and relying on muscle memory to get you off. When you begin creaming around his hard cock, he quickly pulls out to cum as well.
Both your hearts are beating insanely fast, and your breaths are erratic. You both take a moment to calm down, basking in the glow of the moonlight and listening to the peaceful sounds of the night.
You feel a hand on your cheek. Looking up, Namjoon looks blurry and it's only when his thumb brushes your cheek that you realize you're crying.
"What's wrong?" he asks.
Everything, you want to say.
But you can't. So you don't.
Because telling him that you're actually the missing princess will just end up confusing him. Because telling him that you were once star-crossed lovers will just end up hurting him.
Bscause telling him the truth will just end up killing him, literally and figuratively.
And he probably wouldn't even believe you.
After all, the story of an esteemed princess and a lowly knight falling in love, getting caught, and being punished – with the princess banished and the knight wiped of his memories – is certainly not for the faint of heart.
And besides, you aren't pretending to be a knight to trigger his memories. No, you're pretending to be a knight to make sure it never happens.
See, the thing about the royal family's ability to wipe out memories is that it comes with a side effect. If the victims end up recovering their memories, they'll be faced with an even worse fate.
