Summary: College life is not what you expected and befriending your peers is a challenge, at least until your coworkers invite you to join their weekly trivia night. Sexual tension skyrockets as you befriend this curious group of handsome young men.
An OT7, non-idol AU.
Genre: Fluff, smut
Content Warnings: Masturbation, Painful levels of sexual frustration and tension
Word Count: 4.4K
Previous
Fingers caressed your neck, so soft your skin tingled. A shiver raced down your spine and through the foggy haze you whimpered a desperate plea for more. If those hands would just drift lower, grip you firm where you needed it most… They knew what you wanted, and they were holding back, teasing deliberately. It wasn’t fair, and you told them as much.
Your world was dark, blue cast by the moonlight offering the barest glimpse of your exposed thighs and the hand that crept up your prickled flesh. You couldn’t help but writhe where you lay, fighting to be closer, aching for their touch.
A warm palm slid across your bare abdomen. A thumb caressed your ankle. A strong grip enticed your jaw to open and suck in long, slender digits, most daring of them all. Your lips wrapped around their fingers and sucked, eager for praise. You wanted to tell them how good you’ll be - so, so good - and how you’ll do anything they want if they would just touch you, please. You needed this, your whole body thrumming, heart pounding out of your chest, all yearning for those fingers to plunge into your heat, to squeeze your breast, to drag the slick of your folds across your throbbing clit…
You were begging, crying, whimpering, but no words came out. They were everywhere, those hands, so many you lost count, yet they refused to give in to your pleas. Frustrated, you reached your own fingers down to your sex, cupping your mound, frantic to relieve the tension building in your body. Those hands, once warm and determined, so suddenly were gone. You sobbed at their absence, the urgency with which you craved release, and how utterly unfulfilled you felt at your own touch.
Though they spoke no words, their disapproval was clear. You were not the good girl you promised you would be.
“Are you good?” A deep voice cut through the haze, calling your name. “Hey, hey, are you alright?” You opened your eyes and stared up into Taehyung’s concerned gaze. His face, cloaked in darkness from the late hour, was inches from your own, and you flushed at the proximity. You were panting, you realized, and your pulse was thrumming at your neck.
“Bad dream?” He asked, voice full of empathy. You could only nod and feel the dampness in your panties as your thighs pressed together. It was all so real, and the anguish you felt at the unsatisfactory ending left you trembling. “Hey, it’s ok,” he cooed, brushing a soothing hand over your forehead. It was impossible not to press into his touch, eyes shut tight in embarrassment at your neediness.
Taehyung gently nudged your shoulder. “Scoot,” he said, and you obliged. Climbing over the back of the sofa, he slotted in place beside you, pulling you into his embrace. His arms wrapped around your frame securely, and you nuzzled into his chest. His warmth was comforting, and real, but still not enough. You didn’t trust yourself to turn around. The temptation to grind your ass against him was too great.
It was clear that Taehyung was a touchy person. He had mentioned on more than one occasion how he needed something to hold in his arms to sleep. What happened in this moment - his soothing rubs over the expanse of your back, the way his golden limbs ensnared the small of your waist, thumb rubbing gentle patterns above your hip - this was utilitarian, you knew. You knew, and you fought back every urge to breathe in his scent, to tilt your head up and delicately press your lips to the column of his throat.
Taehyung buried his chin in your hair, pressed against your scalp. His small movements faded to still, and his breathing settled to a slow, languid pace. Only once he was asleep were you able to relax in his hold, to tame your fixations and lull yourself unconscious as well.
You awoke in a tangled mess of limbs, secure and comfortable, and you couldn’t resist the urge to nuzzle your cheek further into the warm chest before you. Arms wrapped tighter around your frame, encouragingly.
“Come on, just one more picture?” A silky whisper came from across the room, and you felt movement against your cheek. “I’m being replaced. This is the least you can give me.” The pout was evident in the voice, which you slowly recognized as Jimin’s.
“Just do it. It’s not like he’s going to stop you,” boomed Jin’s voice.
“Staaaahp,” you whined, carefully untangling your legs.
“Better dreams?” Taehyung asked, his voice husky from lack of use. He continued to hold you tight against him until you began to wiggle free.
“Mhm,” you nodded, stretching your stiff limbs and sitting upright.
“She was whimpering like a puppy last night,” he told Jimin, beaming his boxy smile, standing to pry the phone from his hands to view the photos.
“Oh, that’s what that was?” Jimin said. “I thought it was the heater acting up again.”
“Heaters don’t moan like that,” Jin cut dryly.
“Stop!” You groaned, face on fire with embarrassment. “I had a bad dream, that was all.”
“Sounded like a good dream to me,” he chided, and you smacked his arm. He was too close to figuring you out, and you couldn’t decide if that made you more nervous or intrigued.
“Bad dream with a good outcome?” You shrugged, and Jin raised his eyebrows in response. You shot him the most cherubic gaze you could muster. “What? I’m a cuddle slut. Don’t judge me.”
If Jin had sipped from the glass of juice in his hand, it would have sputtered right from his mouth. Bent at the knees, he looked ready to join the floor. “I’m sorry – a what?”
“Cuddle slut?” Taehyung repeated, testing the way the phrase rolled off his tongue. “That sounds like me! Can I use that?” His eyes were half-moons, gleefully begging for approval. You nodded and met him in a high-five.
Jimin pouted, looking displaced. “I want in on this too.”
Clearing your throat, you grabbed both men’s hands, swinging them high to declare, “TEAM Cuddle Sluts!” Jimin and Taehyung echoed your chant with erratic enthusiasm before the three of you dissolved into laughter.
Rolling his eyes and leaving towards the kitchen, Jin scoffed. “Children.”
It didn’t take much effort for Jimin and Taehyung to convince you to linger. It began with solidifying your new team status in a pile on the floor. Taehyung pulled you into his chest, and Jimin reclined across your abdomen while you flipped through the gallery on his phone. You swiped through the images, taken from different angles, showcasing your tangled limbs and zoomed in on your sleeping face. “Why are there so many pictures? Why are there any at all?”
“Why not?” Jimin smiled sweetly up at you. “You were cute. And who knows when I’ll need blackmail…”
“Well that went from kind to creepy hella quick,” you muttered, continuing to peruse the photos until you had surpassed all evidence of Jimin’s voyeurism and landed upon something completely different. Your eyes bulged at the sight. “Oh my word…”
“Oh, uh…yeah…” Jimin laughed, scrambling for his phone and failing. His face flushed pink with embarrassment.
“Oh no,” Taehyung fought him, taking the phone from your hands and pulling it even further from Jimin’s grasp. “How could you keep something like this from me?” He began swiping through, mesmerized.
And that is how you spent the next half hour watching cute animal videos on Jimin’s phone, until Jin called everyone to eat breakfast.
Jungkook emerged from his room to plop down at the round dining table between Jin and Taehyung, who sat beside Jimin, leaving you between Jimin and an empty seat.
Taehyung was distracted during most of breakfast, eyes glued to his own phone, forming emotional bonds with adorable animals he would never meet between mouthfuls of food. “I want a dog,” he said, sighing wistfully.
“Too bad,” Jin patted him on the shoulder. “You know the rules.”
“But the landlord never even comes by,” Taehyung argued. “Nobody would ever know.”
“Maybe, but we don’t know that,” Jimin reasoned. “It’s not worth the risk.”
“Have you thought about volunteering at the shelter?” You suggested. “I know it’s not the same, but you could still be around dogs, and do some good.”
“Hmm. Maybe,” Taehyung mulled it over, tongue poking into his cheek with consideration.
Jungkook stayed quiet through breakfast and left abruptly to go work out. You excused yourself not long after, needing to return to your studies.
As the day passed you by, you wondered how you fell into such luck. In just a few short weeks’ time, you went from feeling depressingly alienated to amicably embraced. What if you had never taken that job at the cafe? Would you still be moping around campus, watching as everyone else around you seemed to fall into place so well while you just…didn’t? If your roommate had not claimed the dorm for her own escapades, would you be forming such quick friendships? You were not one to believe in fate or destiny, but you recognized immediately how one small change would have altered your current situation tremendously. It was impossible to fight the smile that grew at the thought.
Calculus modules consumed most of the morning, clicking away on your laptop until it was nearly time for work. With what time you had left, you decided to spend a little extra effort primping, curling your hair into soft waves, and blotting your lips with a hint of rouge. You pulled on a cozy, oversized cardigan, grabbed your bag, and readied yourself for your trek into the city.
The familiar route to the café was bustling with holiday shoppers, weaving in and out of the local storefronts, and you found your workplace to be equally busy as well. Sweeping through to the kitchen, you deposited your bag and sweater with the others’ belongings and greeted your coworkers chirpily.
“You’re in a good mood,” Jungkook commented, eyeing you over briefly before timidly removing his gaze.
“That’s because she cuddle-fucked Taehyung last night,” Jin stated matter-of-factly. Jungkook’s eyes bulged at the statement and he looked utterly traumatized, focus darting between you and the elder cook.
Your jaw dropped and you gasped. “I did no such thing!”
“I’m not judging,” he said mockingly. “But you did look awfully cozy this morning.”
You swatted at Jin’s arm. “Don’t be a jerk. I have a little more decency than to screw your roommate on your couch.”
“But you were SO adamant last night that you aren’t innocent... I just don’t know what to believe anymore.” He was grinning ear to ear, well aware that he was getting under your skin.
“Did you really?” Jungkook asked shyly. “I heard…noises.”
“NO!” You shouted, exasperated, and abandoned the two snickering knobs in the kitchen.
You avoided the cooks for the rest of your shift and had half a mind to dart ahead of them to trudge back to campus, but they had finished their closing duties first and waited patiently for you to wrap up. Still, as you headed into the cold night, you kept a few feet ahead of the two boys. The streets were well lit with colored lights and decorations, and they served as a pleasant enough distraction from the dolts you were ignoring.
“Come back to us, kid,” Jin called to you. “You looked pretty tonight, by the way. Did I mention that?”
“Don’t butter me up, Seokjin,” you warned, but slowed your pace slightly to let them catch up with you regardless.
“I’m serious,” he implored, waiting for your features to soften. “Seriously handsome,” he grinned, causing you to groan.
“You are the most narcissistic…”
“You love it, though,” he interrupted.
You shot him another look. “Don’t put words in my mouth.”
“I can think of way better things to put in your mouth,” he winked.
“Dude, I’m right here!” Jungkook groaned, throwing his hands in the air.
You turned around and began walking backwards, locking your eyes on Jin’s with determination. “Put up or shut up,” you warned, gaze unwavering.
A dark expression bloomed on Jin’s features as you fell into a standoff. You continued along in silence, refusing to give in, until a break in the concrete sent you stumbling back on your heels. Jin’s arm shot out reflexively, catching you before you could tumble onto the sidewalk. Pulled securely into his body, you lost any resolve you previously held to put him in his place. His fingers trailed from the small of your back to grip lasciviously at your hips. Leaning down, his plush lips brushed the side of your neck and you froze. As they reached the shell of your ear he whispered, so only you could hear. “Careful what you wish for, kid.”
Your heartbeat quickened. Releasing a shaky breath, your fingers clutched a fistful of his shirt before feebly loosening your grip. With great determination, you separated your bodies, fighting the magnetic pull coaxing you to stay. You wished for composure, but you knew you had lost as your entranced gaze met Jin’s smug grin.
“Are you coming?” Jungkook called impatiently, nearly a block ahead as you lagged behind.
Jin gave a gentle push on your lower back to propel you onward, and you forced yourself through the motion of walking, which felt suddenly alien. You remained mute for the rest of your journey, eager to relax in your bed where you couldn’t possibly embarrass yourself any further. Your inner monologue, usually so verbose, had but one thing to say that night: ‘AUGH!!!’
Your head was beginning to ache from studying. Maybe it was the harsh fluorescent lights of the library or the bright display of your laptop, but either way, tension began to seep right behind your eyes. It was time for a break. Packing up your belongings, you exited the campus library, following the winding sidewalks across the quad to the union building. Inside, you could grab a quick treat to perk yourself back up.
The grass was a dull green, visibly crisp with frost. The temperature dropped further every day, sending the campus into a dreary lethargy. Students hid indoors, wary of the chill that would quickly settle in their bones. Flurries fluttered through the air as you strode along, teasing the first snowfall of the season. You pulled your jacket closer to your frame, picking up your pace.
As you tugged open the heavy, blue, metal doors of the union building, you were greeted with a lively warmth. It beat the brisk winter afternoon and stuffy library by a long shot. Making your way across the ground floor, you pushed past clusters of tables at various stages of occupation and over to the campus store. It didn’t offer much in way of variety, but it was an easy stop for junk food, a warm beverage, and most other simple convenience items.
Perusing your options, you grabbed a cup of hot chocolate and a bottle of ibuprofen. As you waited in line to pay, you passively observed the hubbub outside the small shop. With finals rapidly approaching, the tone was far more studious than earlier in the semester. The social energy appeared calmer, or perhaps it just bothered you less when you no longer felt isolated.
As you approached the register, a head of dark, disheveled hair bustled past the doors. The familiar frame disappearing around the corner was immediately recognizable, but completely unexpected. Yoongi?
“Seven fifty-six,” the clerk noted impassively, drawing your attention back to the transaction at hand. You pulled your card from your wallet to pay. Tapping your toe anxiously, you waited impatiently for the machine to process the sale. The clerk handed you the slip and wished you a good day with contradictory enthusiasm. You shoved the painkillers and receipt into your bag and hurried out of the store.
Gazing about, Yoongi was nowhere to be found. You had half a mind to roam in search of him, but the scale of the building made the mission seem immediately absurd. Feeling oddly dejected, you decided to return to your dorm.
Filling out flash cards was mind numbing, and you couldn’t focus on reading. Nothing seemed to hold your attention for long. You resigned yourself to relax in bed when your phone suddenly dinged with a text notification. Intrigued, you swiped across the screen to view the message.
Jimin: Hey!! Don’t forget the movie!! (2:38PM)
The text surprised you. There were still several days remaining until your next trivia night.
You: … (2:39PM)
You: It’s Sunday. (2:39PM)
Jimin: So? (2:40PM)
You: Are you going to remind me every day? (2:40PM)
Your eyes lingered on the screen, giving up after a few moments when your message remained unread.
Jimin: Maybe… (2:42PM)
Jimin: Maybe I just wanted an excuse to chat :P (2:43PM)
You raised your brows at his message, trying to decipher if it was intended to be friendly or flirtatious, but you decided not to read too far into it.
You: You don’t need to come up with excuses 😊 (2:44PM)
You: What are you up to? (2:44PM)
Jimin: nm (2:44PM)
You frowned. You had hoped to strike up a conversation, but this left you with no direction.
Jimin: Just finished a class and I’m hungry. Want to grab a bite? (2:45PM)
Taking a moment to mull it over, you decided ‘why not?’ It was an odd hour for a meal, but you had a late breakfast and studied through lunch. The early pangs of hunger were just beginning to make themselves known. You certainly wouldn’t mind the company either. In fact, it left you feeling rather enthusiastic to have been invited out.
You: Sure. Where and when? (2:46PM)
Jimin suggested you meet at a coffee shop on the main street in half an hour, and you eagerly agreed.
‘Shit’ you thought, rising to check your appearance in the bathroom mirror. Sundays were a lazy day, since you didn’t work, so you had not put much effort into getting ready. You rushed to fix your hair and dab a hint of makeup on your face, enough to feel put together, and ditched your frumpy university sweatshirt in favor of a fitted plaid button-up which felt cute but remained casual. It wasn’t a date, you knew, but you still wanted to look at least moderately presentable.
Glancing at the time on your phone, you were pushing it, so you grabbed your jacket and bag and ran. The sky was overcast as you hurried out of your dorm and across campus, heaving frigid air into your lungs. Flurries continued to float down from the clouds above, but you paid them no heed, focused intently on your brisk jog into the city. As the lights of the main street came into view, you slowed your pace, determined to steady your breathing before you met your company.
Skimming the storefronts, you caught sight of the coffee shop and relaxed. Through the fogging glass façade, you spied Jimin’s pink hair. Bells chimed against the door as you made your way inside. Jimin looked up at the noise and smiled brightly. Standing, he greeted you with a quick hug.
“Sorry I’m late,” you apologized. “I looked like the swamp thing.”
“Thanks,” you blushed, eyes taking a sudden interest in the floor. No matter how many times he said that, you still felt shy to the compliment. You removed your jacket and draped it over the back of your chair. Taking a seat, you recalled his earlier messages. “So, you had a class today?”
“Yeah,” Jimin beamed. “I just started teaching at a dance studio across town. It’s a little slow to start, but I love it.”
“That’s so cool! What type of dance?” His enthusiasm was contagious, and although you knew next to nothing on the topic, you found yourself captivated.
“Ballroom for now,” He said. “It’s a variety class, though, since I’m still new. Each month I’ll get to teach a different style.”
“Hm…So what are you teaching now?” You asked, doing your best to keep the conversation rolling despite your limited knowledge.
Jimin shimmied in his seat, as though the movements of his dances were still flowing through him. “Right now, night club two-step, and then I start rumba in January,” he announced.
“Like the robot?” You asked, dumbfounded.
Eyes crinkling with mirth, Jimin’s features bloomed into a broad smile. “No,” he chuckled. “No, not like the robot.”
You shrugged, grinning because despite your mistake, you had earned a moment of his dulcet laughter. “Okay, so I have no clue what I’m talking about,” you admitted. “But I’m trying.” Under normal circumstances, you would have felt foolish, but Jimin’s reaction put you at ease.
“Hey, I appreciate you trying,” he spoke in earnest, reaching for your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. His touch set your skin ablaze, equal parts thrill and comfort, with a hint of trepidation. Jimin’s presence was a dangerous cocktail. Much like his own concoctions, he made you feel light and giddy, but dragged out a desire you desperately fought to bury. The contact was brief but dizzying, and you staved off the downward spiral of your thoughts to focus on his words. “You should come to the studio sometime. I’d love to teach you.”
You considered his suggestion. It did sound fun, and you could certainly use some new activities to break the monotony of work and studying. “Yeah? I’d like that. Maybe next month, once finals are over.”
“I’ll hold you to it,” he warned playfully.
“Good,” you said. “Add it to the list of things to remind me.”
Jimin shook his head and sighed. “I’ll add it to your text subscription. I need to start charging for my services.”
“At the rate we’re going, yeah. I’m going to take full advantage,” you smirked.
Cocking his head to the side, Jimin tapped his index finger thoughtfully against his plush bottom lip. “I like the idea of you taking advantage of me.”
Oh, you had done so well holding your composure, but this broke you. A wire disconnected in your brain, buzzing with static where you should have been processing.
“Okay, I’m starving. Are you ready to order?” Jimin asked, and you managed a nod. Standing, you made your way to the register, staring up at the expansive chalkboard menu spanning the wall behind the counter. You scanned the options as Jimin ordered, focusing as best you could despite your mind wanting to wander down a rabbit hole and straight to the gutter.
“You can put ours together,” Jimin’s voice cut through the fog, calling you to attention.
“Huh? No, you don’t need to do that,” you argued, but he shot you as stern a look as he could muster, which wasn’t particularly intimidating.
“Let me, please? You can pay next time if it bothers you that much.”
“Fine,” you muttered acquiescence, adding a sheepish ‘thanks’ while your brain bounced between stubborn displeasure at having someone else pay your way and the promise of a ‘next time.’ You turned to the patient barista and ordered a warm drink and sandwich before sidestepping awkwardly as Jimin handed her his card.
“So,” you cleared your throat as you returned to your seats. “Where were we?” Twiddling your thumbs nervously for the first time all afternoon, you waited for him to redirect the topic.
With a devilish smirk, Jimin bore into your eyes. “We were figuring out how you’d take advantage of me.”
Your face flushed beet red and you tugged at your collar. “Were we?”
Jimin nodded, his collected demeanor in stark contrast to your flustered state. “It’s fun making you blush,” he said, softening his gaze.
It felt as though you had blown a circuit, ‘DOES NOT COMPUTE’ circulating in bold letters over the backs of your eyes. ‘Pull yourself together,’ you thought. You didn’t want to exist perpetually as this timid ball of nerves. You wanted to project confidence, at least enough to escape from your cycle of seemingly endless frustration.
Emboldened with resolve, you decided to push. “So, what did you have in mind?”
“For what?” Jimin asked, eyes squinting as though confirming that you really were asking what he thought.
“For how you want me to take advantage of you.” In daring your voice to remain steady, it escaped deeper than usual.
Surveying you curiously, Jimin took his time considering your words. His fingers ran through his rosy locks, brushing them away from his forehead. You worried your lip, anxiously awaiting his response, wondering if you pushed too far, appeared too desperate.
“I think you know,” his tone was soft and clear, earnest, lacking any façade of playful jest.
Your breath caught in your throat, eyes meeting in a transparent exchange which left you feeling bare. You wanted him. You wanted Jimin. You wanted his soft hands caressing your body, and you wanted yours all over his, and you felt confident that he wanted the same, and then there was a plate set in front of you and of all the things you wanted to wrap your mouth around in this moment, a sandwich was far from your first choice. You had never scowled so hard at food in your whole life.
Together you ate in a pregnant silence. A spell had been cast over your table, and you were terrified that words would dissolve the tender magic. Thoughts raced through your mind, half-baked visions of Jimin taking you in any number of compromising positions, which suddenly seemed so attainable. But you needed clarity, needed to be forthright while his lingering words were still so fresh.
Frowning slightly, you wiped your mouth with your napkin and set it on your empty plate. Folding your hands in your lap, you surveyed Jimin, whose meal was in a similar state of depletion. You cleared your throat, now as good a time as ever.
“I hope I’m not reading too far into things,” you said. “Ignore me if I am, okay?”
“No, you’re not reading into things,” he confirmed, expression neutral as he analyzed the emotions flitting across your features.
You smiled softly, relieved, and continued. “I’m interested,” you confessed, vision fixed upon your twiddling thumbs. “But I…don’t want a relationship right now.” The words left your tongue cautiously and your eyes flitted to meet his, seeking understanding.
Jimin’s expression remained placid, but a darkness began to shadow his gaze. “Neither do I.”
Hi! For OT7 week, I'd like to recommend Thesis It! by xherxx. I love how each of the boys is portrayed uniquely, the strength of the OC who has no tolerance for their immaturity, and the whirlwind of drama, sexual tension, and heartwarming interactions that are laced into this fic. On top of that, it is like a super fic of AUs: F2L, E2L, college, band, medical, coworkers, roommates - there's probably more that I'm overlooking here. It's got a bit of everything. And the SMUT... PHEW!
Thanks so much for your rec!! We’ll add it to this week’s masterlist!
Hi! I wanted to stop by to scream about the Truth Between Us. I read this a few weeks ago, and it has just stuck with me so much. I can't remember the last time a story made me feel so intensely. You and @Gukyi wrote something really phenomenal. I feel like I went on a journey as I read it, and experienced such a broad range of emotions. Thank you both for sharing this masterpiece with us. 💜 And FYI, I don't think the links are working in your bio. You may want to check them.
Thank you! The Truth Between Us is really something. I was worried that it was A Lot cause it kept changing and shifting but in the end I think it worked out in our favour.
Also, yeah the links don’t work if you’re using an android device and the app.
(1) My app is being dumb about commenting on fic reblogs, so I've been holding off on reblogging Love Bytes and Swipe Right until I could get on my laptop, but that'll be too long and I just need to like ADFJRKSLDHDK UNLOAD ALL OF MY LOVE FOR EVERYTHING YOU WRITE. So, this may be a bit long...
(2) First of all - I love that you are using Geeksquad throughout the Sim Card series. I love her character and find her incredibly relatable, and I adore how we get to observe the interactions with the guys throughout the storylines like a cross reference that keeps building. The dating sim idea is brilliant and something I haven’t seen before in a fic.(3) I love that every time you post a new chapter of Love Bytes, I feel the need to devote a full day to rereading all prior chapters. Not because I don’t remember, but because they are so fucking hilarious that I WANT to. There are so many stories and authors whose works I’ve grown attached to, but this is the only one I reread. The fact that I do not shower you with constant vocal love and appreciation bothers me, because you absolutely deserve it.
(4) Now, Swipe Right? I know this is a Jungkook fic, but I’m really feeling Yoongi here. The portrayal of Jin’s sense of humor is so spot on, and I am DYING over fuckboy Jungkook’s punny pickup lines. The ocarina songs and Master Sword comment absolutely killed me. I’m eager to see where you take this, because I already know I’m in for a good time. Ok, phew, I’m done with the asks. Anyways, thanks for being rad. 💜
THANK YOU SO MUCH LIKE I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY???? I’m so floored by this sweet feedback. I feel so blessed that someone out there is reading Love Bytes over and over because they just WANNA hdfkhskjdhfkjshd. It feels so nice I’ma cry.
I’m super eager to share the rest of what’s floating in my brain for Swipe Right and Love Bytes, but I’m also working on a super secret thing that’s consuming my free time right now. >.As for Yoongi?
He’s the softest boi 10/10 would hold hands. brb gonna yeet myself into the sun
I'm enjoying these Void smut spoilers entirely too much. I'm so curious to see how they all pan out, and in what sequence. I feel like since Hoseok has thus far been so reserved, he'll be phenomenal. Really though, this series is brilliant, and I can't wait for more. Thank you for sharing it with us. :)
I just did a bunch of extra storyboarding with Hoseok as part of Camp Nanowrimo and I have to say, I am very excited about him.
Hi! For hanahaki week, I'd like to submit the hanahaki series by baojinnie. The writing is so poetic and unique. I haven't come across such a distinct style elsewhere, and it is really well suited to the burst and bloom of emotions the plots inspire. I would also like to recommend a cozy blanket and a mug of your favorite warm beverage as an accompaniment, because it's going to hurt. But in the good way, the kind that reminds you that you are alive and feeling.
Hi dear! Thank you so much for the rec and awesome feedback! We’ll add it to our masterlist!
Hi! For Namjoon Characterisation week, I'd like to recommend the Hooked series by joopiterjoon. Joon's portrayal is stellar, down to the nuances in his dialogue which are not only witty and intellectual, but spot on in mirroring the way he responds conversationally. Beyond that, this fic navigates the complexities of sex and love on an uncommonly high level and never ceases to be thought provoking, even (or especially) in the midst of some top tier Namjoon smuttery.
Hi! Thank you for the rec, we’ll add it to the masterlist!
