PRETTY SAD FOR A GIRL SO IN LOVE — bangtan series.
·.·★ ｡･:*˚:✧｡ you seem pretty sad for a girl so in love…
— a BTS theme series inspired by Olivia Rodrigo’s newest album. Each fic is loosely based on one of the songs and borrows the heart of it— not necessarily its plot— to create a new story centered around one (or more) members. While every fic can be read on its own, together they explore the many faces of love and heartbreak.
author’s note: this took me way longer than it should. it’s my first time editing and doing a ‘theme’ masterlist so i’m really excited about this!! i really hope you like it<3 Links will be added into the tittles once they’re posted!!
｡･:*˚:✧｡ GIRL SO IN LOVE. . .
1. DROP DEAD — kim seokjin.
summary: It all started as a silly joke between friends. One harmless unimportant conversation, one name thrown into the mix, and one boring late-night search that should’ve ended after a single Instagram post and not in thousand of hours stalking a famous idol. Looking back, maybe your feminine intuition already knew that the story wouldn’t stop there… because once Kim Seokjin crossed your mind, it seemed impossible for the universe to keep him out of your life.
warning! ─ none.
2. STUPID SONG — min yoongi.
summary: As a songwriter you’ve always trusted your words more than your feelings. Unfortunately, falling for Min Yoongi makes both impossible to ignore. Wanting someone so much that you’re lost for words was slowly driving you mad. And somewhere between studio sessions, late-night conversations, and one too many stupid songs that sound suspiciously alike, you begin to wonder if love is supposed to feel this wonderfully unbearable.
warming! ─ none.
3. HONEYBEE — kim taehyung.
summary: Moving into a new apartment wasn’t supposed to change much of your life. Except, you moved next to Kim Taehyung— a man who’s always had a habit of making himself at home wherever he goes. Funny enough, neither of you noticed you’d been building one together all along.
warning! ─ none.
4. MAGGOTS FOR BRAINS — kim namjoon.
summary: You always thought people who couldn’t function without their partners were being stupid and pathetic. That was until Namjoon leaves for tour, suddenly every song, every meal, and every quiet moment seems determined to remind you that you’ve officially lost your mind. Nobody warned you that missing someone could feel like a full-time job— or that love had a way of making even the smartest people act a little stupid.
warning! ─ none.
5. U + ME = <3 — jung hoseok.
summary: Dating Jung Hoseok feels a little like breaking every rule you’ve ever had about taking things slow. Between meeting his family, compatibility quizzes that insist you’re all wrong for each other, and a future that somehow keeps slipping into everyday conversations, you and Hobi are determined to prove everyone wrong— even if it means falling a little too hard and a little too fast.
warning! ─ +18 (to be added).
6. MY WAY — park jimin.
summary: You’ve never considered yourself the jealous type. Petty? Maybe. But there’s a difference between insecurity and watching someone repeatedly ignore the word ‘no.’ As Jimin’s ex grows increasingly creative in her attempts to stay in his life, you find yourself running dangerously low on patience. You were determined to handle things like a mature adult… at least right up until the night you realize there are far more satisfying ways to remind someone exactly who he goes home with.
warning! ─ +18 (to be added).
7. PURPLE — jeon jungkook.
summary: Loving Jungkook feels like watching two pretty colors blend into something even more beautiful. The trouble is, once they become one, it’s hard to remember what they looked like apart.
warning! ─ +18 (to be added).
. . . PRETTY SAD ｡･:*˚:✧｡
8. THE CURE — jeon jungkook.
summary: You had dated enough men to know exactly when the doubt would start. The comparisons, the jealousy, the quiet certainty that eventually you would never be enough. Dating Jungkook had cured every fear you ever had about love. For the first time, loving someone didn’t feel like drowning…. Which only made it more terrifying when you realized the thing ruining your relationship wasn’t him— It was you.
warning! ─ +18 (to be added).
9. BEGGED — kim namjoon.
summary: Namjoon has always loved you the best way he knows how. Between late-night promises, postponed plans, and a man who always means well, you’re willing to be patient. After all, it’s a virtue to not let good love slip away. But it’s funny how easily patience can disguise itself as hope… You just never imagined that one day you’d find yourself wondering whether love should have to be asked for in the first place.
warning! ─ +18 (to be added).
10. WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME — kim taehyung.
summary: Taehyung loves you exactly the way you’ve always dreamed of being loved. So why does every morning feel a little heavier than the last? When doctors insist there’s nothing wrong and even happiness starts to feel like an unbearable weight, you’re left wondering if the greatest love of your life might somehow be the very thing making you sick.
warning! ─ +18 (to be added).
11. LESS — min yoongi.
summary: You never imagined the person who loved you most would also be the one forced to let you go. But when every attempt to save your relationship only leaves you both hurting a little more, you’re left wondering if the cruelest kind of love is the one that knows when it’s time to end.
warning! ─ none.
12. EXPECTATIONS — park jimin/jung hoseok.
summary: After one heartbreak too many, you’ve decided to raise your standards. Lucky for you, Park Jimin and Jung Hoseok seem determined to exceed them. Whether they’re trying to impress you or simply outdo each other is still up for debate— and while neither of them looks particularly promising as husband material… you’re beginning to suspect they’d make an excellent team.
warning! ─ +18 (to be added).
13. CIGARETTE SMOKE — kim seokjin.
summary: It’s strange how every memory of Jin seems to come in pairs: one that reminds you why you stayed, and another that quietly explains why you couldn’t forever. The hardest part is deciding which one deserves to be remembered and which one will help you decide your future with him.
warning! ─ +18 (to be added).
UPDATE SCHEDULE:
── AUGUST
── SEPTEMBER
── OCTOBER
── first of all, i knowww yoongi is a piscis and taehyung gives paris but but you have to walk with me on this one okay? trust me that i know bts better than all of you cause we’re really close friends and i’ve been really stressing the fuck out which song to chose for everyone so you better stfu. i only accept good criticism. anyway im actually shaking for this fics!! i really hope you guys like it. and let me know what you think about the theme and the short summary so far<33
𝓦arnings :: excessive attachment, jealousy, soft obsession, “can’t be away from you” behavior
𝓐/n: I’m tired of searching for BTS stuff and only seeing Jungkook or the same repetitive things.
𝓦ords::6k
M.list / m.bts / TAGLIST
Amante Amado — Jorge Ben Jor
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he’s the type who pretends he’s perfectly fine, calm, mature, and completely in control… but he’s not. Not even close. Namjoon tries so hard to embody the image of the wise, level-headed leader who respects your space and independence. He quotes philosophy, talks about emotional intelligence, and gives everyone around him wise advice about balance. But when it comes to you, all that composure quietly crumbles. His clingy love is wrapped in intellectual excuses and gentle gestures, yet it runs so deep that he genuinely struggles to let you go, even for a few hours.
he starts the day sending casual texts that are anything but casual. “Did you get home safely?” at 11:47 pm even though he knows you left only forty minutes ago. “Have you eaten yet?” at lunch time with a follow-up heart emoji he deletes and re-adds three times before sending. “Are you tired?” at random hours, always with that soft concern hidden behind simple words. He tells himself he’s just checking in like a good friend would, but the truth is he feels unsettled the moment your presence isn’t near him.
when you take longer than usual to reply, his mind spirals. He sits in his studio surrounded by books and half-written lyrics, phone in hand, refreshing the chat every thirty seconds. “Maybe she’s busy. Maybe she’s driving. Maybe something happened…” He tries to focus on work, opening his laptop only to stare at the same paragraph for twenty minutes. The more minutes that pass, the more he overthinks — imagining worst-case scenarios while reminding himself he’s being ridiculous. When your reply finally comes, the relief on his face is instant, shoulders dropping as he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
if you disappear for several hours — maybe a busy day with friends or work that keeps you offline — he becomes completely unfocused. He paces around the apartment, picking up a book only to set it down after two pages, rearranging plants that don’t need rearranging, standing at the window staring at nothing. The members notice immediately. “Hyung, you’ve walked past the same spot six times,” Jungkook teases. Namjoon just laughs it off with that deep, dimpled smile and says “Just thinking about lyrics,” but his eyes keep drifting to his phone screen.
he loves pulling you close by the waist without even realizing he’s doing it. You’ll be standing in the kitchen talking about your day and his arm naturally slides around you, large hand resting possessively on your waist, thumb drawing slow circles. He does it while reaching for something in the cabinet, while listening to you tell a story, while waiting for coffee to brew. It’s instinctive. When you point it out with a smile, he blinks, looks down at his own hand like it betrayed him, and mutters “Ah… sorry. Habit.” But he doesn’t remove it. Instead, he pulls you a little closer, chin resting on your shoulder as he breathes you in.
“I know how to give you space… but I don’t want to.” That’s the quiet war inside his head every single day. He wants to be the mature partner who encourages your independence, your dreams, your alone time. He genuinely believes in it. Yet every fiber of his being aches to keep you close. So he finds excuses: “The new exhibition looks interesting, want to go together?” “I made too much dinner again, come eat with me?” “The weather is nice for a walk… if you’re free.”
in public he tries to be subtle, but his clinginess slips through. At events or dinners with the group, his hand always finds yours under the table. Fingers intertwined, thumb stroking your skin like it calms him. If you sit across from him, his leg presses against yours, anchoring him. When you laugh at something someone else said, his gaze softens and he reaches over to tuck your hair behind your ear without thinking, only realizing how intimate it looks when the others smirk.
at night it gets worse. After long days, he texts you voice notes instead of typing — that deep, soothing voice slightly hesitant: “I hope you’re resting well. Let me know when you wake up, okay?” If you’re together, he becomes the ultimate cuddler. He pulls you into his chest, arms wrapped securely around you, legs tangled with yours. “Just five more minutes,” he whispers when you try to get up, even though it’s been thirty. His chin rests on top of your head, one hand gently rubbing your back in slow patterns while he talks about deep topics — the universe, feelings, the future — all while holding you like he’s afraid you’ll vanish.
he remembers every tiny detail and uses them to stay close. Your favorite tea is always stocked at his place. He downloads the book you mentioned wanting to read so you can discuss it together. He learns your schedule by heart so he can “coincidentally” be free when you are. All under the guise of being thoughtful, when really it’s his way of weaving himself deeper into your life.
when you’re away for work or travel, he sends photos of things that remind him of you — a cloudy sky that looks like the one you watched together, a street musician playing a song you like, a book quote he thinks you’d appreciate. Each message ends with “miss talking to you” or “can’t wait to hear your voice,” always trying to sound light but carrying the weight of how much he truly misses you.
he gets shy about his own clinginess. Sometimes he catches himself staring at you for too long and quickly looks away, dimples appearing as he smiles sheepishly. “What? I was just thinking,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. But the way his eyes follow you around the room tells a different story. He’s completely captivated.
Namjoon’s clingy love is quiet, intellectual, and overwhelmingly tender. He can talk for hours about giving people freedom and healthy attachment, yet with you he becomes the man who hates every second you’re not beside him. He pulls you close by the waist, sends caring texts, overthinks your silence, and holds you like the world outside doesn’t exist when you’re in his arms.
Because even though he pretends to be the calm, mature one… he really, really doesn’t want to let you go. And every gentle action, every worried message, every lingering touch proves that his heart has already decided: you’re his favorite place in the entire universe, and he wants to stay there as long as you’ll let him.
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𝐣𝐢𝐧
he is clingy in the most dramatically adorable way possible, turning every little moment of separation into a full theatrical performance that somehow melts your heart instead of annoying you. Seokjin doesn’t just want your attention — he needs it like oxygen, and he’s not afraid to be extra about it. He complains constantly that you don’t give him enough love, even though he’s the one blowing up your phone and showing up unannounced like a lovesick prince who can’t survive without his favorite person.
“Baby, you haven’t looked at me in ten whole minutes,” he whines dramatically, flopping onto the couch beside you with the back of his hand pressed to his forehead like he’s fainting. “I’m dying here. Actually dying. Is your phone more interesting than Worldwide Handsome? Be honest.” He says it with that signature pout, lips pushed forward, eyes wide and sparkling with mischief, but underneath it all there’s real longing. He craves your eyes on him, only him.
when you take more than five minutes to reply to his texts, he sends the most extra selfies. A photo of him making the biggest, saddest bico (pout) imaginable, maybe with a hand on his chest like his heart is breaking. “I’ve been waiting for 7 minutes and 42 seconds… are you ignoring me now? After everything we’ve been through?” The next message is usually a voice note in his dramatic voice: “Jin is very sad right now. Jin needs attention. Please come save Jin.” He knows it’s ridiculous. He does it anyway because your laugh when you finally reply makes everything worth it.
he appears out of nowhere just because he misses you. You’ll be in your room working, focused on something, when the door slowly opens and there he is, leaning against the frame with a dramatic sigh. “I couldn’t take it anymore. I felt this… emptiness. Like part of my soul was missing.” He walks over, wraps his arms around you from behind and buries his face in your neck. “I missed you so much. Did you miss me? Say it. Say it like you mean it.” Even if you saw each other two hours ago.
he makes full-blown drama about everything. “You like your laptop more than me. I can see it in your eyes,” he declares while dramatically throwing himself across your bed. “I cooked your favorite meal, I sent you memes, I even did the aegyo you like… and still you choose the screen over me? This is betrayal. Pure betrayal.” But the second you look at him and give him attention, his whole face lights up, dimples deep and eyes turning into happy crescents as he pulls you into his arms.
his clinginess is loud, proud, and impossibly cute. In the dorm, he’ll sit right next to you on the couch, thigh pressed against yours, arm around your shoulders, playing with your hair while complaining, “The members get more of your laughs than I do. This is unfair. I’m the funniest one here.” If someone else talks to you for too long, he starts fake-crying. “She’s forgetting me… my girlfriend is leaving me for Jungkook’s bunny smile. I should just go eat alone and cry into my ramyeon.”
he constantly pulls you into his lap, no matter where you are. “Come here, I need my daily dose of you,” he says, grabbing your waist and settling you against his chest. Once you’re there, he wraps his arms around you tightly and sighs happily, resting his chin on your shoulder. If you try to get up, he whines loudly, “Nooo, five more minutes! I’m recharging. You’re my charger.”
when you’re busy with work or studying, he sits nearby doing his own thing… but not really. Every few minutes he glances over, sighs loudly, and says things like “I’m dying of loneliness over here” or “My handsome face is going to waste because no one is looking at it.” He sends you selfies from two meters away. Selfies with captions like “Notice me senpai~” or “Your boyfriend is feeling neglected.”
at night he becomes even more dramatic. He pulls you close under the blankets, legs tangled with yours, arms locked around your waist like he’s afraid you’ll disappear while he sleeps. “Don’t leave me even in your dreams, okay?” he whispers, pressing soft kisses all over your face. If you move even slightly, he wakes up immediately. “Where are you going? The bed is cold now. Come back and love me.”
he’s the king of guilt-tripping in the cutest way. “I made you lunch and you didn’t even send me a heart emoji… I see how it is.” Or “You replied to the group chat faster than to me. I’m going to cry. Actually, I’m already crying. Look at these tears.” (There are no tears, just the biggest pout you’ve ever seen.)
but underneath all the drama and loud complaints is the softest, most sincere love. When he says “Look at me. Only at me,” it’s because you’re his favorite person in the world and he genuinely feels happier, brighter, and more complete when your attention is on him. He shows up unannounced because being away from you for too long feels wrong. He sends pouty photos because making you smile is his favorite thing. He clings to you so tightly because he nevebr wants to let go.
Seokjin’s clingy love is loud, theatrical, and overflowing with affection. He may complain that you don’t give him enough attention, but he’s the one who keeps coming back for more, again and again, with dramatic sighs, adorable pouts, surprise visits, and endless “I missed you”
Because in his world, there’s nothing better than having your eyes on him, your arms around him, and your laughter filling the space between his silly complaints. And he’ll keep being the most dramatically clingy boyfriend in the world… as long as you keep looking at him like he’s your whole universe too.
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𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚
he’s clingy in the most silent, heavy, and intense way possible. Yoongi doesn’t need many words — his love shows up in quiet presence, heavy stares, and an almost gravitational pull toward you. He pretends to be indifferent, the cool, low-energy genius who doesn’t need anyone too close. But with you, that facade is paper-thin. He hates being away from you, even when he acts like he doesn’t care. His clinginess is quiet, but it runs deep, like a current you can feel under still water.
he watches you all the time. Not in an obvious, dramatic way — just constant, quiet observation. In the studio, while he’s working on a beat, his eyes drift to you every few minutes. When you’re in the same room, he tracks your movements without saying anything. The way you tuck your hair behind your ear, how you bite your lip when focused, the small sigh you make when you’re tired. He notices everything. Sometimes you catch him staring and he just looks away slowly, like it’s no big deal, but the intensity in his gaze lingers.
he leans on you like it’s automatic, like his body needs yours to stay grounded. On the couch, his shoulder presses against yours. In the car, his hand rests on your thigh without thinking. When you’re standing together, he leans his head lightly against your arm or back, breathing quietly like your presence alone recharges him. He never asks for permission — it just happens. If you move even slightly, he follows without a word, seeking that contact again.
if you leave his side, he becomes too quiet. The moment you get up to grab water or go to another room, the energy in the space shifts. He doesn’t complain or call after you. He just goes completely silent. Headphones on, staring at his screen, but not really working. The members notice how his typing slows down or how he keeps glancing toward the door. When you come back, he doesn’t say anything, but his body relaxes instantly and he pulls you back close again — a hand reaching for yours, an arm around your waist, a soft sigh of relief only you can hear.
his messages are short and dry, but heavy with worry. “Where are you?” at 9:47 pm when you’re out later than usual. “You okay?” when you haven’t replied in a while. No emojis, no long paragraphs. Just those few words that carry everything he doesn’t say out loud. If you take too long to answer, he doesn’t spam you — he just gets quieter in person later, pulling you into his lap or against his chest like he needs to reassure himself you’re really there.
he pretends he doesn’t mind the distance, but he hates it. “Go ahead, I’m fine,” he says in that low, raspy voice when you mention going out with friends or having a busy day. He acts unbothered, maybe even gives you a small smirk. But the second you’re gone, the studio feels too big, the bed too empty, and his thoughts keep circling back to you. He works more intensely when you’re not around, like he’s trying to fill the space you left, but it never quite works.
he shows his clinginess through small, heavy actions. When you sit together, he pulls your legs over his lap without asking. At night, he wraps himself around you completely — chest pressed to your back, arm locked around your waist, face buried in your neck. He holds you like he’s afraid the night might take you away. If you try to move, his grip tightens just a little, followed by a sleepy mumble: “Stay.”
in public, his clinginess is more subtle but still intense. His hand finds yours in crowded places, fingers laced tightly. At events, he stays close, shoulder brushing yours, eyes scanning the room but always returning to you. He doesn’t say much, but the way he positions himself between you and the crowd speaks volumes.
he gets especially quiet and intense when he’s missed you. After long schedules or days apart, he doesn’t run to you with dramatic hugs. He just appears beside you, pulls you close, and stays there. No big words. Just his warmth, his steady breathing, and that heavy, comforting presence that says everything. Sometimes he’ll rest his forehead against yours and close his eyes, like he’s soaking you in.
That’s his vibe in its purest form. He doesn’t need to explain how much he needs you. He shows it by being there — always watching, always touching, always pulling you back into his orbit the moment there’s any distance. His love is silent but incredibly heavy, the kind that wraps around you and doesn’t let go.
Yoongi may act like he’s fine on his own, like the independent, cool Agust D who doesn’t get attached. But with you, he becomes someone who quietly hates every second you’re not beside him. He observes you like you’re his favorite melody, leans into you like you’re his safe place, and holds you like he never wants to let go.
Because even in complete silence, his clingy, intense love is loud in every small touch, every quiet stare, and every dry message that really means “I need you here with me.” And he’ll keep being that silently clingy version of himself — as long as you let him stay close.
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𝐣-𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞
he is clingy in the most energetic, bright, and almost desperate way possible — like his love for you is a sun that never stops shining and refuses to let even a single cloud come between you two. Hoseok’s affection is loud, warm, and overflowing with energy. He doesn’t just want you close… he needs you close, like you’re the main source of his sunshine. And when you’re not around, everyone can tell — his usual bright aura dims, his smile becomes a little smaller, and the dance studio feels strangely quieter.
he calls you all the time, inventing the smallest excuses just to hear your voice or see your face. “Jagiya, come here really quick! I need your opinion on this new choreography,”excessive attachment, jealousy, soft obsession,he says excitedly on the phone, even though he already knows what he wants to do. You show up thinking it’ll be fifteen minutes… and suddenly three hours have passed. He pulls you into the practice room, plays the song, dances while holding your hands, laughs loudly, and keeps finding new reasons to make you stay. “Wait, wait — now tell me if this part looks better like this or like that.” Anything to keep you there a little longer.
when you’re not near him, he loses his energy. The usually hyper, sunshine Hoseok becomes quieter, less talkative, his movements slower. The members notice immediately. “Hyung, you’ve been staring at your phone for twenty minutes without moving,” Jimin teases. Hoseok just laughs softly and says “I’m fine,” but his leg keeps bouncing and he keeps checking the time, waiting for the moment he can call you again. Your presence is literally his battery — without it, the light dims.
he hugs you like he’s trying to keep you forever. His arms wrap around you tightly, almost desperately, squeezing you against his chest as if he could merge you two into one person. He lifts you off the ground sometimes, spinning you around while laughing brightly, then buries his face in your neck and holds you there for long seconds. “Don’t go yet,” he whispers against your skin, voice still cheerful but with a hint of real need. His hugs feel like safety, warmth, and a silent promise that he never wants to let go.
he smiles so much when you’re with him — that big, beautiful, eye-smiling smile that lights up entire rooms. He laughs at everything you say, even when it’s not that funny. He takes hundreds of photos of you (and selfies of both of you) because “I need to save this moment forever.” But the second you say you have to leave, that smile falters. It doesn’t disappear completely — he’s still Hoseok — but it becomes softer, a little sad, almost pleading. “Already? But we were having so much fun…”
That’s his mantra. He says it while holding your hand, while pulling you back to the couch, while hugging you at the door. Five more minutes turns into thirty. Thirty turns into an hour. He’ll follow you to the elevator, still holding your hand, still smiling but with those slightly sad eyes. “Just until the car arrives, okay? I’ll miss you too much.”
he gets adorably dramatic when you have to go. “My sunshine is leaving me… how am I supposed to dance now? How am I supposed to smile?” He pouts cutely, doing aegyo on purpose to make you stay longer, then laughs at himself and pulls you into another bone-crushing hug. When you finally leave, he stands at the window or door watching you go, waving enthusiastically until you’re out of sight. Then he sighs, the bright energy dropping again until the next time he can call you.
even at night his clinginess doesn’t stop. He video calls you before bed just to say goodnight, but the call lasts an hour because he keeps finding new topics. When you’re together, he cuddles impossibly close — legs tangled, arms locked around you, face pressed against your chest or neck. “Stay with me until I fall asleep?” he asks softly, even though he knows he’ll try to keep you awake as long as possible.
he’s desperate in the sweetest way. Desperate for your laugh, your touch, your attention. If you’re busy for a whole day, he sends messages every couple of hours: funny memes, videos of him dancing, voice notes saying “I miss my favorite person.” When you finally meet again, he runs to you, picks you up and spins you around, hugging you so tightly you can barely breathe. “Never leave me for that long again, okay? My heart gets sad.”
Hoseok’s clingy love is pure sunshine mixed with a deep, almost desperate need to keep you by his side. He may be the brightest member, the one who lifts everyone’s mood, but you are his personal source of light. Without you, the world feels a little less colorful. So he calls, he hugs, he smiles, he begs for “just a little more time” — because every second with you makes his heart feel full in a way nothing else can.
And even when he’s waving goodbye with that brave smile, you know he’s already counting the minutes until he can say "Come here quickly" again… because for J-Hope, “a little more” is never really enough when it comes to you. He wants all of your time, all of your presence, and all of your love — and he’ll give you every drop of his sunshine in return.
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he’s clingy in the most emotional, intense, sweet, and almost dependent way imaginable. Jimin doesn’t just want to be close to you — he needs you like air. His love is soft on the surface but carries a deep emotional weight, like his heart is quietly terrified that one day you might slip away. He follows you around the house without even realizing he’s doing it, always a few steps behind, like a little puppy who can’t bear any distance between you two.
he touches you constantly, as if his body needs constant reassurance that you’re real and you’re his. His hand finds yours without thinking, fingers intertwining naturally. When you’re sitting together, his head rests on your shoulder, or his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer. Even when you’re cooking, he’ll come up behind you, chin on your shoulder, arms around your middle, swaying gently while humming. It’s never overwhelming, just constant, warm, and full of quiet affection. If there’s any space between you, he closes it immediately, like it physically hurts him.
he follows you everywhere. You get up to grab a glass of water? He’s right behind you. You go to the bedroom to change? He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, watching you with those big, sparkling eyes. “I just wanted to be with you,” he says softly when you notice, smiling like it’s the most normal thing in the world. He doesn’t even realize how attached he is — it’s pure instinct.
he gets incredibly needy when you talk to other people. If you’re laughing with one of the members or giving attention to someone else, Jimin becomes quiet, a little pout forming on his lips. He doesn’t interrupt, but he’ll move closer, resting his head on your arm or slipping his hand into yours, silently asking for your focus again. Later, when you’re alone, he’ll use that soft, tiny voice: "Are you mad at me?" even when you’re not. He asks it so cutely, eyes wide and slightly anxious, because the thought of you being upset with him breaks his heart a little.
his emotional side comes out strongly at night. Jimin loves sleeping close to you — extremely close. He curls up against your body like he was made to fit there perfectly. Legs tangled with yours, chest pressed to your back, arms wrapped tightly around your waist, face buried in your neck. He falls asleep breathing you in, but even in his sleep his grip doesn’t loosen. If you move even a little, he wakes up halfway, mumbling sleepily “Don’t go… stay with me” and pulls you back tighter. He needs the warmth, the closeness, the feeling of your heartbeat against him.
when you have to leave, even for a few hours, his clinginess becomes more obvious. He holds you at the door for longer than necessary, face hidden in your neck, squeezing you like he’s trying to memorize how you feel. “Just five more minutes…” he whispers, even though you both know it’ll turn into ten, fifteen. When you finally pull away, he stands there watching you go with that beautiful but slightly sad smile, waving until you disappear. Then he sighs, already counting the minutes until you come back.
he sends the softest messages when you’re apart. Voice notes in that gentle, sweet tone: “I miss you already… when are you coming back?” or “Can you send me a photo? I want to see your face.” If you take a while to reply, he doesn’t get dramatic — he just gets quieter, a little more emotional, waiting patiently but with his heart feeling heavy.
he’s intensely dependent on your affection. A single hug from you can fix his whole day. When he’s tired after practice, he seeks you out immediately, melting into your arms with a soft sigh of relief. “You make everything better,” he murmurs against your skin, voice low and full of feeling. He looks at you like you hold his entire world in your hands, because in his heart, you really do.
sometimes his clinginess makes him vulnerable. He’ll look at you with those expressive eyes and say quietly, “I know I’m a lot sometimes… but I can’t help it. When you’re not here, it feels like something is missing.” He gets shy after admitting it, hiding his face in your chest, but the honesty is so pure and raw that it makes you fall for him even harder.
That’s exactly how he feels. Every time you leave, it’s like you’re taking a piece of him with you. So he clings — emotionally, physically, desperately but sweetly. He follows you, touches you, needs you, loves you with every fiber of his being in the most tender and intense way.
Jimin’s clingy love is like a warm blanket you never want to take off. Soft, emotional, and so full of devotion that it wraps around your heart and refuses to let go. He may be the sweetest, most affectionate person in the world, but with you he becomes even softer — a man who just wants to stay close, stay loved, and stay yours forever.
Because for him, the best place in the world is right beside you, touching you, breathing the same air as you. And he’ll keep following you, holding you, and whispering “don’t go” with that beautiful, loving gaze… for as long as you’ll let him.
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he’s clingy in the strangest, most artistic, and breathtakingly beautiful way possible. Taehyung doesn’t love you in ordinary ways. His affection is poetic, surreal, and deeply intense — like he sees the entire universe inside you and wants to capture every second of your existence. He doesn’t just want you close… he wants to experience you, observe you, turn moments with you into living art. His clinginess is quiet, unexpected, and full of wonder.
he looks at you like you’re his greatest masterpiece. Those deep, expressive eyes stay on you for long moments, as if he’s trying to memorize every curve of your face, every shade in your eyes, every small movement of your lips. Sometimes you catch him staring and he doesn’t look away. He just tilts his head slightly, a soft, dreamy smile forming, like he’s seeing colors and light no one else can. “You’re so beautiful… like a painting that moves,” he whispers once, voice low and sincere, before going quiet again, still watching.
he takes secret photos of you all the time. Not in a creepy way — in a reverent, artistic way. You’ll be reading a book, looking out the window, or simply laughing at something and he’ll quietly raise his phone, capturing the moment like it’s sacred. Later, you find them in his gallery: candid shots with golden hour lighting, black and white filters, or edited with his own drawings and notes in the corners. “I couldn’t help it,” he says softly when you discover them. “You looked like poetry.”
he holds your hand without any warning. In the middle of walking, while you’re cooking, even when you’re both scrolling on your phones — his long fingers suddenly slide between yours, gripping gently but firmly, like he needs the connection to stay grounded in reality. Sometimes he brings your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles while looking at you, saying nothing. Other times he just holds it against his chest so you can feel his heartbeat, steady and warm.
he keeps calling you for the most random, whimsical things just to keep you near. “Jagiya, come here for a second. I need your opinion on this cloud,” he says, pulling you to the window. Or “Let’s listen to this song together right now — I think it was written for your eyes.” What starts as “five minutes” becomes hours of him playing piano for you, showing you his new drawings, or lying on the floor together staring at the ceiling while he talks about dreams and galaxies. He always finds new excuses. He needs your presence like an artist needs his muse.
sometimes he becomes completely quiet, just watching you breathe. He’ll lie beside you in bed, propped up on one elbow, eyes tracing the rise and fall of your chest, the way your eyelashes flutter, the peace on your face. No words. Just pure, intense observation. If you ask what he’s doing, he answers in that deep, velvet voice: “I’m studying you. I want to remember how life looks when it’s inside you.” Then he leans in and presses the softest kiss to your forehead, lingering there like he’s sealing the moment forever.
his clinginess is artistic and unpredictable. He’ll suddenly pull you into his lap while he’s painting, resting his chin on your shoulder so he can work with you close. He takes you on spontaneous midnight drives just to watch the city lights reflect in your eyes. He writes your name in the condensation on the bathroom mirror after you shower. He collects small things that remind him of you — a flower petal, a ticket stub, a strand of your hair he keeps between pages of his favorite book.
when you have to leave, even for a short time, his artistic soul feels the absence deeply. He doesn’t whine loudly like Jin. Instead, he gets softer, more melancholic. He hugs you at the door for a long time, arms wrapped around you, breathing you in like he’s trying to store your scent for later. “Come back soon,” he murmurs against your hair. “The colors feel wrong when you’re gone.”
he sends you the most beautiful, random messages. Photos of sunsets with captions like “This reminded me of the way you smile.” Voice notes of him humming songs he wrote thinking about your hands. Sometimes he just sends a single heart emoji at 3 a.m. because he woke up and missed the sound of your breathing beside him.
he’s emotionally and artistically dependent on your presence. You are his favorite color, his favorite melody, his favorite form of art. When you’re together, the world feels more vivid to him. He becomes more inspired, more alive. And when you’re apart, he carries pieces of you in his art, in his thoughts, in the way he touches everything with the same gentleness he touches you.
That’s exactly how Taehyung loves you. Not casually. Not simply. He loves you like an artist loves his eternal muse — with quiet intensity, with stolen photographs, with long silences filled with admiration, with sudden hand-holding and random invitations to exist together. He doesn’t just cling to your body. He clings to your soul, to your light, to every small detail that makes you who you are.
Because to Kim Taehyung, you aren’t just the person he loves.
You are living art.
You are poetry in human form.
And he will keep observing, capturing, and holding onto you in the most beautiful, strange, and devoted way possible — for as long as you let him stay by your side, quietly creating masterpieces out of every shared breath.
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he’s clingy in the most intense, competitive, and protective way possible. Jungkook doesn’t do anything halfway — especially not when it comes to you. You are his favorite person, his favorite routine, his safe place, and he wants to be part of every single second of your day. He tries to play it cool, calling it “just looking out for you,” but everyone can see it’s pure, deep, unstoppable clinginess mixed with that golden maknae competitiveness and his strong instinct to protect what he loves.
he wants to be near you all the time. Literally always. If you’re in the living room, he’s there. If you move to the kitchen, he follows two steps behind like it’s the most natural thing in the world. You’ll be brushing your teeth and suddenly see him leaning against the bathroom door, arms crossed, watching you with that soft but intense gaze. “What? I was just passing by,” he says with a shy smile, but he stays right there until you’re done. He follows you around the house so naturally that it feels like you two are magnetically connected.
he touches you constantly. His hand finds your waist when you’re standing, pulling you gently against his side. His shoulder brushes yours when you walk together. He rests his chin on top of your head when you’re cooking, arms wrapped around you from behind. Even when you’re sitting on the couch, his leg is pressed against yours, or his fingers are playing with the hem of your shirt. The touches are warm, firm, and almost possessive — like he needs the physical reminder that you’re really there with him.
he gets adorably sulky when you give attention to others. It’s subtle at first — a small pout, a little frown, his bunny teeth disappearing as his lips press together. If you’re laughing with Jimin or talking too long with Taehyung, Jungkook suddenly becomes extra competitive. He’ll start showing off: doing push-ups in the living room, singing loudly, or coming over and wrapping his arms around you from behind while saying casually, “Baby, come help me with something.” He doesn’t get angry, but that little jealous pout appears and only goes away when you give him your full attention again.
he’s extremely protective, even in small things. “Wear this hoodie, it’s colder today,” he says, already putting it over your shoulders. If you’re going out, he checks the weather, makes sure you ate, and texts you “let me know when you get there, okay?” He says it’s just him being responsible, but the truth is he worries the second you’re not under his watch. When you’re together in public, he walks on the side closer to the street, keeps a hand on your lower back, and scans the surroundings like he’s ready to fight anyone who looks at you the wrong way.
"I'm just looking out for you," he repeats often, with that sincere, slightly shy look. But you both know it’s more than that. It’s carência. It’s the way his chest feels lighter when you’re close. It’s how he sleeps best when you’re curled up against him, his arm locked around your waist like an anchor. At night he pulls you as close as physically possible, chest pressed to your back, nose buried in your hair, legs tangled with yours. If you try to move away even a little, he makes a small, sleepy sound and tightens his hold.
he turns everyday moments into his favorite routine. Morning workouts? He wants you there watching or working out with him. Gaming session? He pulls you onto his lap so you can play together. Cooking? He’s hugging you from behind the entire time. Even when he’s focused on his own projects — music, workouts, drawing — he keeps stealing glances at you and eventually gives up, coming over to rest his head on your lap or pull you into his arms. “I work better when you’re near,” he admits quietly.
his competitiveness shows even in his clinginess. If one of the members hugs you for too long, Jungkook is suddenly there, lifting you up in his strong arms and carrying you away while laughing. “My turn,” he says playfully, but there’s a real edge of “she’s mine” in his eyes. He loves winning your attention, your laughs, your time. He wants to be your favorite person just as much as you are his.
when you have to leave, even for a few hours, he becomes extra intense. He walks you to the door, hugs you tightly, buries his face in your neck and sighs deeply. “Come back soon, okay? The house feels empty without you.” He texts you throughout the day — not too much, but enough. Photos of his food, videos of him working out, random “I miss you” messages with that cute pout selfie. When you finally return, he lights up completely, picking you up and spinning you around before carrying you straight to the couch to cuddle.
he’s intense about the little things too. He remembers exactly how you like your coffee, what makes you laugh the most, which side of the bed you prefer. He competes with himself to be better for you every day — stronger, sweeter, more present. Because to Jungkook, loving you is a full-time commitment, and he throws his whole heart into it.
"You are my favorite routine."
That’s the deepest truth. His days feel better when they start and end with you. He loves the ordinary moments — brushing teeth together, sharing snacks, quiet evenings where he can hold you close while playing games. You’re not just someone he loves. You’re his peace, his motivation, his favorite part of every single day.
Jungkook’s clingy love is intense, protective, and beautifully devoted. He follows you, touches you, watches over you, and gets a little sulky when your attention strays because you’ve become the center of his world. He may say he’s “just taking care of you,” but the way he holds you like you might disappear, the way his eyes soften when you’re near, and the way he smiles the brightest when you’re in his arms… it all says the same thing.
synopsis: The big bang signified the universes creation, but also it's destruction. Regardless of the side of history you lie on, you are the catalyst either way.
ot7 bts x f.reader (poly)
ㄨ : wc: 10.7k
ㄨ : genre: yandere au, a/b/o au, zombie apocalypse au, survival thriller, dark “romance”, dark content
ㄨ : content: alpha bts!, omega!reader, post apocalyptic themes, hiding of second gender, light panic attacks, unreliable narrators, one flashback (1st scene), light torture in a flashback, references to dead bodies, namjoon kills someone, yoongi is a lil angsty, delusional jk (we’re never escaping him), major character injury (!!), bombs, explosions, light angst, light fluff, mostly action, omega stereotypes (omegaphobia? lol), hoseok is insane i fear, omg reader is back too i missed her, light religious symbolism, hoseok is a sadist and a masochist lowk, blood, guns, general violence, referenced masturbation, lowk i thought there were more? Lmk if i missed anything!! -> series warnings here
ㄨ : notes: HAPPY ARIRANG I AM OBSESSED WITH THE ALBUM AND ALSO SORRY FOR HOSEOK HE'S A BIT OF A MESS <3 Our little reader gets to meet the pack soon! Yippee!
ㄨ : chapter 4 <- index -> chapter 6
18+ -> minors / blank blogs dni
THEN.
BANG!
Seokjin’s form crouches low to the ground, his thighs spread while his arms hang precariously over his knees, wrists limp as they settle angling towards the ground. He simply just stares.
Well, the business deal Seokjin’s alpha was trying to procure had certainly gone south, that much is clear enough.
In front of him, lying on the floor, is one of the Jeon clan’s higher ups– clan’s beta, if Seokjin’s sources were correct
They were.
Though now, he looks like nothing more than a neutered puppy. The man's whimpering certainly doesn’t help with the picture either. It almost makes Seokjin want to laugh.
Namjoon is crouched on the other side of the body– body because that is simply what this man is, if he doesn’t start to give them answers. He doesn’t have much of a face left now anyway, so he might as well be.
The pack alpha’s hand is fisted into the betas hair, the tendon in his arms twitching from the effort of forcing the man's head into the ground over, and over, and over again. Slamming his head into the cold hardwood floor of the office, other bodies scattered around their forms.
The pool of red is still growing.
The pack alpha is huffing, there is a glorious fire in his eyes. Seokjin thinks he looks beautiful.
“Should I ask you again?” Seokjin questions, head tilting to the side. A small, placid smile dotting the corner of his lips, condescension radiating from his entire being as Namjoon pulls the man's head up just high enough once more.
What an ugly thing he has become. Maybe he’s the unlucky one, the lucky ones are probably the corpses scattered across the floor. At least they didn’t have to undergo their combined fury.
He should have just given Seokjin the answers he wanted already.
Seokjin sighs once more, looking up at Namjoon, “It doesn’t seem like he wants to, does it?”
Seokjin registers the opening of the office door. Huh, he really did not think anyone else was in the house today. Not that it matters much, Seokjin will deal with them the exact same way.
He sighs, closing his eyes as he stands. His arms feel tight in his suit, but he raises one anyway. Cresting it on the same side of his neck where Namjoon had left his bite, using its force to aid him in cracking his neck.
Seokjin doesn’t have time to dilly dally. He’ll be sure to make this quick.
The intruder relieves a sharp gasp from his lungs, the lazy drawl of Seokjin’s lids to draw upwards, taking him in for the very first time.
Soft, perfectly cut straight brown hair. Large doe eyes. Perfectly sculpted nose with little moles dotting around his face in constallations.
Seokjin’s recognition of him is instantaneous.
Jeon Jeongguk. 23. Important.
The Jeon pack alpha’s only child. The last progeny remaining in their all-alpha familial line.
Well damn, Seokjin was sure he wasn’t here. From the information Seokjin gathered before setting out to the groups's territory, the kid was practically treated as royalty. Spoiled rotten, coddled. There were even rumours he had never gone outside before.
Seokjin didn’t believe them, of course not, that would be a rather auspicious thing to do. But with how much he had heard about Jeongguk’s treatment, he didn't think they would just let the kid wander around on his own in a clan meeting house like this. He doubted Jeongguk would be involved in territorial conflicts at all. He was a member of the familial pack, not the territorial one like Seokjin… interogates… now. The distinction is clear as clear as day.
Looks like his intel may have been wrong.
Not only is he here and involved with them, he looks like a deer in headlights. His cheeks are turning a bright shade of red. It looks as though there are sparkles in his eyes. To be honest, Seokjin is taken aback. He isn’t sure what reaction he was expecting, but not something so… passionate. Something so devoted.
Is…. is this kid staring at Namjoon with… admiration…? While Namjoon has Jeongguk’s mom’s right hand is in a bloodied heap on the floor?
Huh. Well, this is certainly a surprising change of tune.
“S-Sir! Please leave! Don’t get yourself involved with this!” Huh, so the body still did have a voice. He was sure Namjoon had squeezed it out of him by now. Regardless, the words have Seokjin turning his head back towards the mess on the floor, back towards his alpha.
Oh. Seokjin’s eyes go wide.
Namjoon is staring right back at Jeongguk, that same star-crossed lovers expression on his face. Looking at him like the universe just changed for the better.
Turning back towards the younger, Seokjin confirms it– they are simply enamoured with one another.
When he makes the motion, when all the attention in the room is directly only at Jeongguk, it is clear the kid notices. His posture straightens, his chest puffing out just slightly. The most determined look that Seokjin has ever seen is as obvious as ever written across his features.
One of his arms raises up– certainly not the arms of someone who has had experience fighting– a single finger pointing towards both Seokjin and Namjoon. A cocksure smile on the pure alphas lips.
The world spins. This is nothing like Seokjin had been expecting out of the day.
“I want you.” He pauses, the determined smile blooming brighter. Seokjin doesn’t know how the kid could be so positive in such a thing– Seokjin needs time to fall, he guesses Jeongguk doesn’t. “Both of you.”
A sickening crack sounds throughout the room, the betas death as clear as day, though no one really pays attention. Instead, everything revolves around Namjoon rising to a stand right next to Seokjin, a similar smile on his own face.
“I feel like there are a few questions you should be asking instead of just saying something so bold.” All the rage Namjoon spoke with before the entry of Jeongguk is gone, a similar confident air in his tone. “Like who are we, why are we in your office. Why we just killed your clans beta.”
“I don’t care.” Jeongguk, though Seokjin just met him, looks like he’s never been more sure of anything in his life. “I didn’t like him anyway. He was shitty at taking care of me.”
Spoiled.
Namjoon hums, “Shouldn’t you be worried we’re going to kill you, too?”
Jeongguk thinks for a second, eyes looking up at the ceiling as he considers. “No. You want me.”
Maybe not spoiled. Maybe just sheltered if he thinks that simply about such things.
“You’ll have to deal with a few more than just us.” Namjoon leans forward a bit, the air around him bending to his will. Haughty. Attractive. “We have 4 other mates.”
Oh. Jeongguk now looks as though he is simply vibrating with delight. His teeth– ones Seokjin notices look like a bunnies– make an appearance, biting his lower lip.
“I want them, too.”
Well, Seokjin’s dealings are certain to become a lot more smooth from this point onwards.
NOW.
Jeongguk hasn’t slept.
Well, okay, to be honest, he’s not sure he remembers the last time he actually had a full nights rest.
Wait– no, that isn’t true either. The last night he did it was the night after he saw you for the first time, he remembers it clearly, actually. He would rather die than forget it. He would never in a million years forget dreaming of you.
He was in the woods, you were there too, obviously. Scampering between trees, looking so cute and playful. God, you were so fucking adorable– calling out to him, asking him to chase you.
Fuck, who was he to say no? He simply he complied. He would be an idiot to deny you of anything ever.
When he caught you? It felt like the last of his dreams had finally come true.
You were giggling underneath him, his body pinning you down by your shoulders. Your eyes in the prettiest little crests that he kissed over and over again.
He remembers the end, where you made him promise to find you when he woke up, too.
…Yeah.
He hasn’t had a full night's rest since then. But especially last night, last night he didn’t get a wink. Not even the half-hearted nap he usually gets by on.
How was he supposed to sleep after Joon broke the news that they would be going to your house the very next day? The house that he knows belongs to you now, all thanks to Yoongi. The house where– where–
Jeongguk clenches his fist, lets his nails dig into the skin of his palms as a way to manage the putrid smell that was already beginning to leak from his pores. In the tight confines of the armoured truck, he knows everyone else will be able to smell it.
Should he really care? Probably not. But he doesn’t want the second– first?-- time you smell him to be so… so unpleasant. He wants you to smell the real him. The alpha who your heart and soul belong to, the one you’ll build a future with. The one that can provide for you, that can take you out of whatever hell you’ve been keeping yourself in–
How long would it take before you let him give you a bite? How long will it take for you to give one to him?
Soon, hopefully. God, he can’t even count how many times he’s stroked his cock to the thought of your cute little fangs piercing the skin of his neck. How blown out your eyes would be with pretty red dotting your mouth. Do you even know that he saved the left side of his neck for you? Waited so many years just for his perfect omega to leave tangible evidence on his skin of your simple belonging to one another.
… Well, he hasn’t thought about it in awhile, but the point still stands. He hasn’t been able to, not since your face began to retain the essence of a shadowless blob whenever you appear in his mind, when you appear in front of him. Just…just out of reach.
Fucking had been in reach for over two weeks.
His top lip curls at the thought. He reminds himself to stop thinking such shitty things.
It doesn’t work.
He just needs to see you, and then everything will be right again. He’ll be able to protect you. His pack will be complete. The last piece of his soul, the part that felt like it has been missing will finally click into place.
Everything will be perfect.
You’ll be perfect.
Jeongguk forces his head back into reality as the wheels of the vehicle roll to a stop. His neck cocking to the side, deep eyes locking on Seokjin in the driver's seat. The clicking of metal registers in his ears, his hand clenching around the barrel of his semi-automatic a little tighter, the gun propped up against the floor, muzzle facing the sky.
“We're here.” Seokjin hums, completely carefree. Jeongguk isn’t sure how, to be honest. “We have a bit of a hike, if Jimin’s map is right.”
Today determines the rest of his future… do they not get that? Of course they don’t. They don’t understand what you and him have, no matter how much they might try to. They don’t understand the levels at which his entirety calls out to you.
He’s already reaching for the handle of the door, his entire body itching to leave, when another voice stops him– Joons’, “Gguk-ah, do a scan for us.”
His nose scrunches up while a little wrinkle finds itself between his brows, “Huh? Why me?”
That isn’t his job. He’s not good at that sort of thing.
At that, Joon only shrugs, handing the binoculars back behind him, “I trust you more to do it.”
Heat washes over Jeongguk instantly. The simple words have an even simpler effect on his body– his ears and eyes perk up a bit more, right alone with his chest swelling. No matter how much he just wants to get moving, that line has Jeongguk already hauling his upper half through the sunroof of the armoured vehicle, eyes scanning the distance.
From the top of the hill the pack has managed to find themself on, looking off into the distance is an easy task. Any subtle clearing is discovered, especially the very one they think contains your cabin.
Jeongguk sees it easily, mentally comparing it to the map he had been studying the entire ride over– the piece of paper that Jimin and Taehyung marked your approximate location on. Seems like they were paying enough attention to get that right, at least. Even if they might have messed up your potential first meeting.
No. As much as Jeongguk is angry at them, he’s even more upset with Yoongi. At least Jimin and Tae could plead ignorance. What they did was only a reaction to Yoongi.
What Yoongi did to him was straight malice.
Hiding you. Keeping you after he found out you were an omega. Only confirming it after Jeongguk was on the verge of a breakdown because he couldn’t fucking remember–
He takes another deep breath, centering himself. He’s lucky he’s been practicing the breathing exercises Seokjin-hyung has been prescribing and that the thought of meeting you soon is somewhat settling.
“Yeah. House is where Jimin said.” Jeongguk states, plain as day. Giving one final sweep before getting ready to hop down. Nothing much falling along the dense forest tree line.
Lucky that autumn was on their side– if it was any warmer out, the tree leafs may have kept you covered.
“It looks–” Wait, what was that?
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a flash of light in the distance. Too solid to be a solar flare, too obvious to be a trick of the mind. Twisting the lens to make it focus, something different comes into view.
A truck, hardly hidden at all against the trees. Standing out so loudly it might as well be a homing beacon to anyone who wanted to discover its presence.
“Wait, hyung, I think–” Jeongguk scrunches his eyes, the hard plastic of the binoculars digging into his skin as he pushes his face into them deeper, like that will help him see better. “I think there's a truck over there?”
“Mm.” He hears the shifting of guns, probably Joon following the direction of his pointed finger from where the first car had already unloaded onto the ground. “About the same distance away as the house?”
Fuck if he knows, Jeongguk has always been shit with distances. It’s normally Yoongi’s job to take note of the perimeters like this– he still doesn’t know why he’s been put on the case instead. Why has he been given a job when all he wants to do is think about you. It's annoying.
He doesn’t need to be managed. He doesn’t need to be distracted.
“Yeah, looks like it.” Jeongguk pulls the binoculars from his face before taking a second to inhale, tasting the scent of the wind on his tongue. He won’t make the same mistake again.
He pulls himself the rest of the way out of the sunroof, heavy gun clattering against his shoulder as he jumps to the ground with a practiced ease only gained from experience. His form landing with a thud, both feet on the ground as he squats, one balled hand taking the brunt of the force not received by his knees.
He stands, eyes glued into the distance.
“We didn’t see any cars out here before.” Jimin’s voice is in his ears, but he half ignores it. He’s not focused on the conversation of his mates right now, all he can think about is the alpha in his head. The one telling him that these are your woods.
“Tracks.” Taehyung is supplying his mate, just like he always does.
“Yeah, there were tire tracks, but they didn’t lead to a car or anything.”
“Hm.” Joon is too analytical. Seokjin, too.
“Does it really matter?” Hoseok groans out the words– Jeongguk hears him cracking his knuckles, “We don’t have all fucking day, and if these two don’t stop laying it on thick there won’t be hiding from the little doe.”
Jeongguk knows Hoseok is referring to the pheromones he’s releasing, but he really doesn’t give a shit. At least the alpha is speeding the whole thing up– Jeongguk can feel his muscles burning. It’s only a matter of time before he leaves and just goes to get you himself.
His patience is a tether that is not withstanding gale force winds.
“We're triangled right between them.” Jeongguk’s eyes roll, unable to stop himself at the sound of Yoongi’s gruff voice chiming in. He guesses at some point he set up shop looking out of the top of the other car with his sniper. “About 750 meters that way is the car, 875 to the house. 1000 between ‘em, too.”
Soon, Jeongguk hears the footfalls of Yoongi jumping, followed by the scribbling of a pen on a map. He’s starting to get frustrated with all these semantics. These alleged important parts of the job.
He still doesn’t understand why they have to be so careful about this.
You’re his soulmate, you’ll understand even if you are a little scared at first.
“It would be worth it to check it out, at least.” Seokjin’s voice is there– one of Jeongguk’s only hyungs along with Joon that seems to care about how hungry Jeongguk is to have you already. “If Jimin and Taehyung wrecked her house, she could be staying there for cover.”
What? Jeongguk’s alpha is howling in pain. How could he let his omega live inside of a car?! Even if it’s just for the night, that’s too much for you to go through. It’s just too much.
You deserve to be in a nice big house, bundled up in his clothes– not anyone elses right now– relaxing in his big bed, the softest blankets surrounding you while he feeds you the meat he’s hunted.
Joon nods his head, arms crossed over his broad chest. “Jimin, Taehyung, Jeongguk, you go to the truck. Radio us with what you see.”
. . . Jeongguk blinks.
He blinks again.
He’s not half listening to the conversation anymore.
“What?!” His head snaps before his brain can process the words, eyes finally leaving the distant trees you resided in for so long. So long, all alone. So long without him.
…You missed him, right? Don’t worry, you won’t have to for much longer.
They want him to go with them to the fucking car?! To the fucking car instead of your house?! They’re insane. Fucking insane. The growl is already in his tone before he can manage to stop it. “No.”
Hoseok’s expression is bored, Namjoon’s is blank, Seokjin’s is sympathetic. Jeongguk couldn’t give any less of a shit.
“Gguk-ah…” Seokjin is using that tone of voice he always does when Jeongguk gets riled up like this, the one that means he’s treating him like a pup. Sometimes he likes it. Today is not one of those days. “We need Yoongi with us at the main house…”
Wrong thing to say.
Jeongguk scoffs, “So he gets to see her before me? Are you joking?”
His bonds pang– the internal urge of half of him wanting to soothe the others displeasure combating with his temperament still burning from the night before. The rest are lucky Hoseok managed to calm him down before he took off on his own last night.
“No.” There could be something more to it, something they’re not telling him. They never tell him things. Or maybe they do– either way, it doesn’t matter. He’s pissed right now. All he can feel is that. “We just…”
“They don’t want you to see what the others did and freak out.” Jeongguk has never been more thankful for Hoseok’s blunt tone– at least someone will tell it to him like it is, even when he is worked up like this.
“Thats…” He would like to argue against their stance– that he totally would not blow up and pounce seeing what Jimin and Tae had done– but the words die on his tongue. He knows it's more than likely, so… he chooses a different route to argue his case.
He stands a little taller, “I just want to see. I should get to know how my mates been living.”
“You can see that after, can’t you?” Jimin grumbles, finally merging himself back into the main conversation from where Taehyung had him dragged away before.
Oh, of course, it would be Jimin saying that very thing. The one who wants to avoid Jeongguk seeing whatever state they left his soulmate's den in.
“Jimin, be quiet.” Seokjin sighs, trying once again to be the mediator. Jeongguk normally thinks it’s an incredible skill to have. He respects Seokjin a lot for him stepping up as second in command of the pack, but he’s having trouble retaining any of that sense now as he feels the biting breeze against his cheeks. As he feels the woods trying to speak to him.
“We need you to take the lead here, okay? Manage these 2 and direct them if she’s at the truck instead of the house.”
He feels like he’s going to scream.
See, the issue here is that Gguk doesn’t give a shit about pack dynamics.
He feels like a broken record due to how often he repeats it, but all he cares about is you.
He doesn’t give a shit that more people are needed to case a house than a truck. He doesn’t care that Jimin and Yoongi can’t be in a group together out of fear of them fighting. Doesn’t care that he can’t be with Yoongi either due to the fact he will definitely be fighting him.
Hell, it doesn’t bother him that Hoseok doesn’t see the point in getting you, or that Seokjin is only following along because of Joon’s lead. Sure, he’s frustrated by the way Yoongi’s eyes light up whenever you are discussed, and by the way that Tae shrinks away at the same mention. He didn’t even argue last night when he was excluded from Namjoon, Hoseok, and Seokjin’s meeting last night while they were plotting today out.
He doesn’t care that the groups split makes the most logical sense– that the packs 3 highest in command should all be at the larger site. He doesn’t even care that the rest of them probably don’t even realise that he understands all of it– that he accounts for every minor detail, too.
He doesn’t give a shit about fucking anything other than getting to you and it feels like the others just aren’t listening to how his wolf howls for you.
He feels like he’s going in circles.
His head certainly is.
He should just go. He should just start listening to his instincts just like everyone else does. He should–
Namjoon’s solid hand comes down on his shoulder, his frame leaning down just slightly to look in Jeongguk’s eyes. “Gguk-ah. I’m counting on you. If you find her, you’ll catch her.”
Fuck. Jeongguk does care about that.
Cares about Joon. About the other pure-alphas approval.
As his heart begins to beat a little faster, he takes a step back while tossing the strap of his gun over his shoulder. His boots crunch against the solid soil as he turns his back to the rest of the pack, making sure his face is hidden before any sort of blush tries to rise to his cheeks.
Joon always makes fun of him for that.
“Whatever.” He grunts out, trying to keep it a secret how affected by his pack alpha he is. He’s not the pack’s pup anymore. He shouldn’t get so worked up over little things. “Let’s go.”
“If you see anything, radio.” Hoseok reminds, a slight strain in his voice from what Jeongguk can only imagine is another stretch. Another part of the generals routine. “Kill anything you see, infected people or alive ones. Doesn’t matter to me.”
As if Jeongguk doesn’t know that already.
He grunts, marching off down the unbeaten path with his two elder packmates in tow. His brain tuning out the words of the other four as his brain already moves onto the next thing. As the woods start to feel more and more familiar the deeper he finds himself going inside.
…He’s going to make sure the promise he made to the you in his dreams stays alive and well.
Yoongi's pace meanders a few behind the rest of the group, the heavy metal of his favourite gun thunking against his back with every step he takes. The smell of the damp forest floor invades his nostrils with every small pant he takes, the morning dew making the floor wet as mud decides to cling to his boots.
He never thought he would be out in the woods again.
His head tilts towards the sky as he thinks, lets his mind wander away from the sounds of birds while he has a moment to do so. His body instinctively following the guidance of the rest of his mates without having to put any conscious effort into doing so, something in him knowing they would keep him safe even if he got a little distracted.
The last time Yoongi stepped foot into the forest… into any woods like these… it had to be at least 10 years ago.
He doesn’t know how you live in them. How you survive it.
He knows the crushing weight of the trees.
He’s been trying to figure out how since last night, to be honest. Ever since Jimin mapped out roughly where you had been staying, he’s been wondering why you forced yourself out here. How long you’ve been managing.
The woods are so tall, how do you fight against them all on your own?
Yoongi couldn’t. Still can’t, probably.
Logically, he has to remind himself, something dense like this is probably safer from intruders– not safe enough, if Jimin and Taehyung were able to find you– and zombies. There were far less out here than there were constantly battering against the walls of their compound. Hoseok had only managed to spot 2 on their hike so far, both are double-dead now. So comes safety from others in isolation, he guesses. Maybe that’s how you view it. He almost wishes he could, too.
Still not safe enough.
Yeah, for once Yoongi has to agree with his inner alpha. You’re not safe enough. Not if two of his pack mates were able to track you down. Not if what they say is true about you having been out here alone for who knows how long.
As much as he hates the idea of taking that decision away from you, he hates the idea of you dying even more. He hates the idea of not being able to keep you safe from pain, from letting you rot out here.
That’s all forests do. They infest your brain with rot.
Yoongi can’t stand the idea of stumbling upon you, fungus covering your skin.
He can give you back other freedoms later. It’s what he’s promised himself. You’ll– okay, you probably won’t like his pack at first. He would be the first person to admit that, regardless of how much he cares for them. But… but eventually you might come around. You might like hi–
Yoongi shakes his head, forcing himself away from the train of thought his alpha keeps forcing him down.
He’s coming to get you, to protect you as a friend. Someone he considers a friend, even if it was only one night spent together under fictional stars. Even if he did just plan to let it all blur away.
He’s not coming to you as an alpha with a prerogative. He just… he wants you to be okay. Especially after what Jimin and Taehyung did. He just wants to make sure that you're safe. That you’re not spiralling like he would be under the same circumstances.
Yoongi hates the woods.
…Yoongi wants Jeongguk to forgive him.
He probably won’t.
He should probably stop worrying himself over it. He has more pressing matters to deal with– ones that are only a few meters away, not in an entirely different group, heading to another location.
The guilty part of him hopes Jeongguk will find you first, but the selfish part of him, the ever present one that seems intertwined with his wolf, hopes that he will get the honour.
It isn’t good for you to be alone. You shouldn’t have to suffer through it.
Yoongi is projecting, he knows it. He also can’t stop it, and honestly, doesn’t want to. He wants to feel connected to you. Maybe he’s being selfish again by allowing himself to do so.
…Well, he is the only one who’s actually met you. He’s the one you felt– feel safe with.
His fingers twitch, he wants to just hurry up with it all, already. He wants to get you out of here, bring you to the house. Comfort you, if you’d let him.
…Would you let him?
His heart starts beating a little bit faster. That can’t be good.
“You’re thinking too much.” Hoseoks’s hushed voice makes its way into his muddled mind, a broad shoulder bumping into his unsteady frame.
Yoongi’s eyes slowly draw back from the sky, instead finding their place upon Hoseoks’s handsome face instead. Too handsome. It looks like it was carved by one of the greats. It isn’t fair.
“That’s rich coming from you.” Yoongi deadpans like he definitely wasn’t just admiring the pack's chief of combat.
He totally wasn’t. “You never think when Namjoons’ ‘round.”
God, they’ve been together how many years and Yoongi still pretends to be coy. He knows Hoseok sees through it, though, so there’s really no harm. Not like when the Jeongguk first joined the pack and became acquainted with Yoongi’s sharp, unrelenting tongue. Yoongi will never forget the complete embarrassment of having to explain what Jimin dubbed his ‘cuteness aggression.’
Bleh.
It was the most embarrassing day of his life.
Thankfully, Hoseok likes it when Yoongi gets mean. Says it ‘gets him going’.
Hmph.
“Yeah, well it’s their job. I’m not on the clock right now.” Hoseok smiles, both of his arms raising up to hold the back of his head up. “Let Seokjin deal with it. Looks like he has a stick up his ass, anyway.”
Yeah, Yoongi guesses that’s true. Hoseok isn’t leading the pack’s recruits on any kind of clearing mission, nor is he leading anyone into war. Still, he doesn’t know how he is just so relaxed about everything when Yoongi feels like he’s dying inside.
Still, he doesn’t think he agrees with the idea of it being anyone else's job, especially not Seokjins’.
Yoongi hazards at the body next to the pack alphas. He still doesn’t understand why Seokjin acts like a saint. Their rooms are next to each other, he’s heard the elder’s rants. Yoongi’s one of the few other than the pack alpha that knows his position.
Huh, maybe Seokjin never realised how thin the walls are.
“Bullshit. You’re a control freak.” Yoongi grunts, “If Namjoon didn’t force you out of taking the lead, you’d be up there instead.”
Hoseok simply hums, acknowledging Yoongi. Probably agreeing that it's true in his head.
“Jin!” Hoseok calls up ahead, pulling Seokjin back towards the tail end rather than the front. Yoongi watches as he turns, as he lets his footsteps slow to allow for Yoongi and Hoseok to catch up.
Yoongi feels Hoseok’s hands on his shoulders, forcing him up in front, a big heart-shaped smile on his lips, “This one’s thinking too much. Calm him down.”
“Yah. Stop it.” Yoongi tries to shrug off the younger, but fails miserably. Hoseok’s grip is tight, his fists massaging the flesh, “That’s not his job.”
The conversation feels easy. Too easy, for the current conditions. Zfor the way Yoongi is feeling. He doesn’t fully feel like he deserves their care.
“Aish! What are you talking about! It’s what I was recruited for!” Seokjin huffs, a fake glare directed at Namjoon’s back steady across his features.
“Receuited?” Yoongi almost wants to laugh, “Not the story I heard.”
As much as Yoongi likes to feign disinterest, he certainly does not miss the colouring of red rising to Seokjin’s ears. The corners of his hips curl, already completely aware the elder is going to go on one of his tirades.
Cute. Seokjin is cute.
“Yah!” The elders whisper raises a hair, his lips pouting out a bit more as his words increase in pace. “That brat wouldn’t leave me alone— what did you expect me to do?! He wasn’t even in my department—“
Yoongi shakes his head, eyes staring at the ground. Yoongi doesn’t even try to deny the expression is out of fondness. “You trying to let the whole forest know we’re here?”
“I—“ Seokjin pauses, eyes going wide as he realises just how loud he was getting. His ears get just a bit darker, but he doesn’t acknowledge it. Instead, the eldest in the pack just clears his throat, standing a bit straighter. “What were we discussing?”
The corner of Yoongi’s mouth quirks, “How Namjoon pursued you for years before you gave into him.”
“Other than that.”
He shrugs, not really remembering. He wasn’t paying much attention, more so looking for a distraction.
“Ah,” The weight of Seokjin’s arm is dropped over Yoongi’s shoulder, his head shaking along with the addition. “That’s right. You were thinking too hard. Is it being out here?” There's a slight pause before Seokjin continues, “You don’t need to think about back then anymore.”
He wishes it was that easy.
Hoseok’s echo of the past blinks fresh in his mind— ‘Live in the moment with me.’ That’s what Hoseok had said back then.
Seokjin’s smile feels warm when it’s directed just at Yoongi, “Just let hyung take care of it, okay? We’ll be home soon.”
Now he is sure his heart is moving at a faster pace than before.
Hyung.
Yoongi never used those sort of honorifics with Seokjin— it just wasn’t in the nature of their relationship. The elder never outwardly seemed to care, anyway, other than in half-assed jokes. It’s only in times like these that it felt like it mattered.
Suddenly, Seokjin’s face loses all sense of peace, a cold mask of stone falling over it at the exact same time his body freezes in place, the hike coming to a close. Namjoon’s hand in the air being the direct cause.
Well, it was nice while it lasted. It is time for action now.
Namjoon's fingertips curl towards his palm in a silent instruction to lower their frames closer to the ground. The slow, controlled approach to the house already having been planned out since the night before.
Namjoon sends a glance towards the pack’s general, signalling the change of power between them, Hoseok taking over direction.
Yoongi follows it silently without question, waiting for Hoseok’s motion to continue the pursuit forward. He’s always been in awe of the way Hoseok is able to direct everything, to make the motions of a unit seem fluid and conjoined rather than just heaping bodies following orders.
It only takes a glance from Hoseok before Namjoon is moving– the pack alpha gliding through the underbrush as he makes his way around the back of the cabin where he is meant to be stationed in case you try to make a quick exit from the rear.
Yoongi’s job is a lot more simple than the rest of theirs, he is only meant to be a lookout. Honestly, he’s thankful for it. He’s not sure he could manage much more upon seeing you again. Upon seeing the new conditions of your home.
A few seconds pass, a soft cooing whistle from Hoseok along with the tilt of his head telling Yoongi it’s his turn to move. He does as ordered, moving up from his squat, though certainly not returning to full height as he takes a light jog through the underbrush. Only settling himself down when he finds the angle he was looking for.
Checking left, checking right– yeah, here will do just fine. He can see your front door, as well as both sides of your house. He’ll be able to spot you if you try to make it through a window. With fewer guys, it might be a little more difficult to catch you, but Yoongi knows Hoseok enjoys the chase.
… He hopes it doesn’t come down to that, but if he does, he’ll try his best to comfort you even if he isn’t the best at it.
Carefully, Yoongi lowers himself down to the forest floor, pulling the gun off his shoulder right along with the action. He clicks the legs of it down, lowering himself to his stomach to check the view.
Just as he suspected, it’s perfect. He can see everything. Will definitely be able to spot you if you try to move.
Fucking hell. Those goddamn assholes broke most of your windows– he can only assume they weren’t like that before.
It isn’t long before Hoseok and Seokjin come into view, their bodies doing similar low jogs to the ones Yoongi just performed himself. Though their angle was towards the door– if you were here, they were going to get to you first.
Yoongi shakes his head, forcing the jealousy out of his gut. It’s fucking stupid. There isn’t any guarantee you’re still here, anyway. Yoongi knows he would have cleared out first thing if it was hi–
His breath stops in his throat, his head raising from his site. Pupils darting around the scene in front of him.
Fuck. Fuck. No, no no. Why is this happening now? Why?
Everything should be fine. Everything is going smoothly. Namjoon should be positioned around the rear of the building by now, Hoseok and Seokjin are counting down in front of your door, ready to make their move. Yoongi is keeping an eye out as he lays against the forest as Hoseok’s hand raises, starting from 5. There are no zombies around, nor other people that Yoongi can smell.
So why why why why why is this happening right now?
Why is something wrong?
That same sensation that settled over him yesterday has returned at a ten-fold.
Yoongi feels an overwhelming sense of dread in his gut. Worse than he’s felt in a decade.
Panic starts to take over before he’s able to calm it down, his body rising to a stand. Something shakes against his thigh, but he can’t comprehend it. Not when he knows something is about to go wrong, but he doesn’t know what yet.
The universe had to curse him with the ability to know, but not with the ability to do anything about it before it’s too late.
His legs are moving before his mind can catch up, his body rushing towards the door to stop them. He can’t breathe, he can’t think. Words are willing themselves to leave him. They have to regroup, they would understand. They trust him. They trust his judgment.
Just a little bit further. A little bit further.
He should have said something.
The last of Hoseok’s fingers fall, Seokjin’s shoulder slams into the door, breaking it from its hinges. He thinks another figure swoops in, but he isn't really sure.
The entire world has just become red.
Yoongi, he can’t move. He can’t do anything. The world stops rotating on its axis, everything moves to a standstill right along with Yoongi’s form. He’s positive things are happening around him, but he can’t process a single one. He can’t.
One second, everything is red. The next, it’s white.
He can’t hear anything, he can only feel red hot pain blossoming in his gut as something hits him. As he is tossed backwards several feet.
The trees quake due to the force.
Boom.
It doesn’t take Jeongguk long to get to the truck– or maybe it does. He doesn’t remember half of the journey.
He remembers splitting off from the pack, Jimin and Taehyung trailing behind him. He remembers hearing something reminiscent to a giggle beyond that was similar to the ones in his dreams. Remembers deciding that they meant he was on the right track to find you, that his alpha would never steer him wrong.
He didn’t talk at all the entire journey there, staying focused on the prize. There isn’t time for any distractions. He needs to see if you’re at the truck, then rush over to the cabin in case you’re there instead. He needs to hold you, tell you that you’re safe now, and bring you home.
Simple enough. There isn’t really much to do but actually do it. He can stop fantasizing about you once you’re actually in his arms. Maybe then the wolf inside of him will finally settle.
He just wants to breathe you in. For you to build a nest in his room.
He promises he won’t go in it! Not until you give him permission to. But just knowing you feel safe enough around him, safe enough around his scent, shit he wants it more than anything else.
He even has the perfect corner picked out for you already, he’s cleared out space in his closet, too, if you’d rather go there. Sure, he did that forever ago when he still remembered your face, but he’s been keeping it open ever since. He’ll keep it open forever waiting for–
A large hand tugs at the back of his shirt, halting him in his advance forward. The heat of it is almost blinding, but Jeongguk doesn’t let himself get distracted. Of course not, he’s an alpha on a mission.
A haphazard glance over his shoulder is the only thing he offers, finding Taehyung standing there, Jimin still quite a ways away, keeping himself separated. Hm. He’s been like that since yesterday, keeping himself a bit more closed off.
Good. He should feel bad, even if it was a mistake. Even if Jimin didn’t know you were his.
Another tug and Jeongguk is brought back to the moment again, a grunt signalling from his throat as a question meant to ask Taehyung what he wants.
Taehyung’s tongue comes out to lick at his bottom lip lazily, his eyes moving from their stare on Jeongguk to farther ahead on the path. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that Taehyung wants him to look, too.
His head turns back to the main trail, vision narrowing.
Fuck. He didn’t notice that.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Jeongguk’s heart swells, hope filling him to the very brim. Butterflies already dancing in his gut as his eyes go wide, as he feels a gentle heat curve into his cheeks.
Footprints. There are footprints on the same path they’re following now.
If Taehyung’s insistence is anything to go by, shit, it means your scent still dots the trees, too. Means that recently you followed the same path Jeongguk trails now. That you might just be living in the very truck Jeongguk is called towards now.
You– are you really waiting at the truck for him?
God, his entire being in inflating. His alpha is howling at him to go get you– that something as perfect as you shouldn’t be living out here. You shouldn’t be subjected to living in your truck because of what his idiot mates did.
Jeongguk’s legs are moving faster than before– he doesn’t really know when his pace picked up, but he knows the others are close to follow. 3 pairs of heavy thuds are marking up the forest floor, along with the sound of clanging guns against shoulders.
Within a few minutes he’s there. He’s standing in front of something you call your own.
It takes his breath away. Of course his omega would drive something cute like this– it makes perfect sense for you. Even if he doesn’t know you well yet, he’s sure of it. Oh, or wait… maybe you only use this one cause it’s convenient? Maybe another vehicle style suits you better?
He’ll get you a hundred cars, if you want. That way you can know what all of them feel like. It’ll feel so good to provide for you.
He moves in without really thinking, stalking towards the car, his noise unable to stop itself from the constant sniffing, attempting to weed out your scent from the rest of the woods. It’s difficult for him to, if he’s being honest. He always gets overwhelmed when so many different odours surround him, but he tries for you anyways.
He thinks he gets some of it, something that smells like beta– he knows better, he knows that even if you smell wrong, you’re still an omega– with hints of eucalyptus. Like some kind of herb used for healing, if he were to guess.
He frowns.
Now, standing only a few feet away from your truck, away from the source, he can tell it’s at least a day old. There isn’t anything that smells more fresh, there’s no sign of life within the cabin even with how forgetful he was at the volume of his approach.
It isn’t his fault though! He knows he was supposed to be quiet just in case but you distracted him. It doesn’t look like it matters anyway, you’re clearly nowhere to be found.
Jeongguk’s shoulders drop– all that hope that had been welling up drifts out. A laboured sigh from Jimin behind him, along with a kick to something– when Jeongguk turns his head, he identifies it as a fishing net with brush interlaced with the rope– signals that the others are sure of the same thing.
“She’s not here.” Even though Jeongguk is on better terms with Jimin than Yoongi, he still would rather not hear him talk right now. It’s not really any fault of his own, but stating the obvious when it’s clear Jeongguk is already irritated? When he can clearly see that you’re not here? It just makes Jeongguk’s teeth clench together a little tighter.
“I can see that.” Jeongguk rolls his eyes, one hand closing around the passenger cabin handle. The muscle in his arm straining in preparation for it to resist the movement, for the door to jerk back.
It doesn’t. It’s unlocked.
Jeongguk grunts as he stumbles just slightly, not enough to cause worry or for him to actually fall, but enough for his eyes to go wide. One hand reaching to steady himself on the top of the interior doorframe. His shoulders hunching just slightly while a small, growled ‘fuck’ slips from the back of his throat.
Thank god you aren’t here. That would’ve looked totally uncool.
He grunts, forcing himself to stand straight and only give half checks to his right and left to re-confirm your absence. Even if he wants to see you, he doesn’t want to look so lame. “We’re still checking. Maybe she left something to say where she’s going.”
“Or maybe she’s at her house.” Jeongguk’s eyebrows furrow, the back of his throat itching with a warning growl that wants to be let through. Didn’t Jimin hear Joon? Jeongguk is in charge, he shouldn’t be–
Jeongguk hears a sniffing sound right next to his ear, distracting him. It’s Taehyung taking the chance to scent the inside of the cabin, he guesses. Doesn’t really know what the other is looking for though. All he can smell is a slightly distressed undercurrent to your beta– it’s okay, he knows what you actually are, even if your scent is trying to lie to him– scent, most significantly clinging to the bag lying right across the passenger seat in a heap.
His frown deepens. Probably those two that made you smell like that. Made you scared with no one around to comfort you. There is a 0% chance Jeongguk is going to feel less bitter about it any time soon.
In the back of his head, Jeongguk realises the sniffing has stopped
He doesn’t offer Jimin any kind of response, instead focusing on the bag. Maybe you had left a map in there? Some supplies? Maybe just anything that would make him feel closer to you?
He should take it, right? That way, when you come home, you won’t be missing whatever's inside.
His lips purse just slightly, head nodding in agreement as his hand reaches out to grab it.
Well, he was grabbing it. Now, he’s on the forest floor, his head banging against the surface. Taehyung on top of him, his head pressed into Jeongguk’s throat, not even thinking about letting him up.
The growls begin to leave Jeongguk instantly, a second nature swelling up to the top.
“What the fuck are you doing? Get off of me!” He still won’t let up. He’s keeping Jeongguk pinned with everything he has. Jeongguk can’t see Jimin either. Can only feel the pounding in his head and shoulders from being throttled to the ground.
Is this a fucking coup or something? Were they just waiting to get Jeongguk alone so he wouldn’t be there to protect you anymore?
Jeongguk’s growls increase in volume, his limbs thrashing to try and get out from underneath Taehyung. He can’t believe this. He can’t believe they would fucking try something like this.
“Bomb.” Taehyung’s panicked baritone sends a lightning bolt through Jeongguk’s spine. He’s not fighting anymore. “Bomb inside. Bomb in bag. Don’t touch. Don’t touch! Can smell it! Intentional! Bomb! Don’t touch! Don’t!”
There’s…? You left a…?
Jeongguk looks back towards the car, his entire face morphing into that of complete disbelief.
You were trying to protect yourself… did you…? They said they didn’t see your car yesterday.. The covering was pulled off to the side, making the truck noticeable. Your footprints were in a clear line in the mud when you could just have easily veered off the beaten path, covered up your trail.
This was on purpose. You were trying to protect yourself if Jimin and Taehyung came–
What would have happened if Taehyung wasn’t there?
Jeongguk’s blood runs cold.
Joon doesn’t have a Taehyung at the house.
His mates can’t smell if the same trap has been laid just beyond the door.
Jeongguk shoves Taehyung off of him, adrenaline pumping through his veins. A newfound strength adorning his features as he manages to rattle the big puppy off. His frame rolling onto its stomach, reaching for the radio in his belt loop as he looks towards the direction of your cottage, his pupils shaky.
“Joon– Joon! There was a bomb in the truck! Abort the pursuit! Abort it!” His voice is yelling, crackling as it bounces through the radio.
Time feels like it’s extending itself, 30 seconds morphing into half an hour as he waits for a response.
There is none.
Shit. Shit. Shit! Shit! SHIT!
Jeongguk bolts upright, forgetting about the car, leaving it in the past while his mates are in danger in the present. “Fuck! Go! We have to go now!”
His pheromones, the same ones Joon used last night are unintentionally leaking from his pores, his body already beginning to rush through the tense trees. His head is spinning– he doesn’t know if the others followed. Only that he has to get to the rest of his mates before, before–
The sound rattles the trees, a deep ball of red rising above them.
Jeongguk freezes, his mind blank as he stares towards the distance in awe.
If it wasn’t his mates you were targeting, he would think you’re incredible. But right now, you’re not a thought in his mind. He’ll be upset with himself later over that fact. The fact of the matter, he knows where his bonds lie. He knows how much they’re in pain.
You didn’t know it was them. You don’t know it’s your soulmates. You’re just so scared, just so… everything hurts. His body is on fire. 4 spots across his form are radiating a pain he’s never felt before.
It hurts so bad.
So bad.
He wants to crumple to the floor. He wants to sob. He doesn’t know what to do.
“Get a fucking hold of yourself!!” Oh, Jimin’s screaming at him. He wonders when that started. When the shorter of the two grabbed his shoulders and began shaking him, when the look in his eyes became so deadly that they lost all of their spark.
The slap to his face stings, but he’s thankful for it. It finally brings him back to the moment, finally forces him to do what he needs to do.
“Stupid purebred! Fucking move! You’re useless to them if you can’t even do that!” Jimin’s shouting should sting, but it doesn’t in the slightest. He knows the words are true.
Jeongguk is running again, faster than he thinks he’s run in his entire life. He doesn’t really remember the rest of the interaction with Jimin, his memories feel jumbled. He knows at one point Jimin began dragging him towards the house, then he remembers overtaking Taehyung on his own while running.
The sight he sees when he finally reaches the cabin is one he’ll never forget.
He’s so lucky he’s never had the experience of his mates being in abject danger before. He doesn’t know if he could ever take feeling like this again.
The house, what's left of it, is up in flames. Wood panels have been blown off the side, half of the covered porch has caved in upon itself.
His chest heaves as he finally spots his pack. His soulmates. The ones he loves the most in the world. Namjoon’s form is on top of Seokjin and Hoseok’s bodies, looking like he pushed them out of the way just in time. Wood scattered debris lays around them still burning bright, though none directly on top.
A whizz of air passes by Jeongguk, Jimin’s shorter form running past him in the direction of Yoongi.
Yoongi.
Jimin is hauling a piece of burning wood off Yoongi’s stomach, his hands shaking his shoulders. His voice is yelling, but Jeongguk can’t really hear it. At some point he began to move, too. His body acting for him while his mind remains scattered.
His arms haul Namjoon off of the others, it’s clear all of them are injured– they’ll need to get medical attention when they get home. Seokjin, as much as he wants to, likely won’t be in the state to provide it. Jeongguk will yell at him if he tries.
Taehyung frame finally joins Joengguk too, following his lead in grabbing Seokjin instead, propping his body up rather than continuing to let him lay against the forest floor. From Jeongguk’s extremely limited medical knowledge, he knows his knee looks bad. But so does Hoseok’s shoulder. And god, Jeongguk has never been more thankful for the fire-resistant lining of the gear they wore today. He can’t imagine what the state of Namjoon’s back would be without it.
“Hyung! Hyung!” Jeongguk hears his voice, but he doesn’t remember willing it to sound. He finds himself in the same place as Jimin, his hands shaking the pack alpha's shoulders, trying to wake him from his passed out state.
Fuck. If only he was faster getting to the truck, if only Taehyung was able to tell him sooner none of this would have happened! He would have been able to tell them and, and, and–
“”M fine.” Jeongguk feels air enter him for the first time at the sound of Joon’s voice, even if it does sound a little weak. When Joon wheezes, his heart still pangs, “‘M fine. No one died. Take care of the others, they need it more.”
Jeongguk has never wanted to sob more in his life from relief.
The relief is short-lived when his eyes shift towards Seokjin being coddled by Taehyung.
Hoseok has propped himself up, too. He’s looking off in the distance.
He’s smiling.
You know, when Hoseok said he wasn’t interested in having an omega, you didn’t have to go and be such a fucking brat about it.
Yeah, yeah. Sure. Whatever. He was going to let his packmates have their new little toy until they got bored of it– he didn’t mind. Pretty pussy is pretty pussy, and alphas have their urges. Hoseok has never minded sharing a beta between a few of them for a night in the past, though that stopped when Jimin joined and started killing them.
Hoseok still didn’t really care.
He didn’t have any loyalties to them. Didn’t wanna bite them. They were just for fun.
If the youngest wanted a new pet, he wouldn’t deny him. He bets he would look cute staring at you like you were the world. Teetering after you while Hoseok had his.. Fun.
He wouldn’t deny himself the pleasure of playing with you, too. Again, pretty pussy.
And sure, Hoseok never really cared much for the second gender that seems so– his upper lip wants to curl– mystifying, almost like mythical creatures with their decline. He remembers even back in school when he was learning about them, being bored out of his mind.
Everything about them just seemed so boring.
Helpless.
Culling.
Too much work for what? Something that just likes to sit around the house all day pretty? God, sounds like his fucking nightmare.
Hoseok has always thrived on the exciting. On whatever could get his blood pumping the fastest.
It’s what Namjoon promised him. The alpha never did disappoint.
Months ago, when Namjoon first came to him about the idea of getting an omega, Hoseok thought that it might be the first time he would. He never expected a desire so… simple, baseline… traditional, from the pack alpha. He agreed, sure, but he didn’t expect anything from it. Thought that the alpha might finally be becoming boring.
He should be admonishing his past self for ever doubting him, but his present self feels high as a kite.
This is certainly a motherfucking treat.
Even with the pain radiating from his shoulder socket– it’s definitely popped out– he doesn’t deny it. His tongue, despite its pain from biting through the meaty flesh during the blast, runs over his teeth. Copper tang in every breath he breathes.
Awwwww, and you planned it all yourself, huh? Laid out a little bomb to catch the wolves in a trap? What an adorable little doe, thinking you could be big.
He raises himself up on his forearms, flinching a little at the weight put onto his shoulder. He should be screaming from it now, right? That’s what anyone else would do. His cock is hard.
“Hyung! Hyung!” Shit. He really can’t hear now. Most of it just rings. Call it love the way he was still able to hear Jeongguk through it. Whatever. It’ll come back soon. He’s got other things to focus on.
His eyes continue to scan the tree line, looking for something. He’s not sure what.
He’ll find out soon.
Ha, you really did a number on all of them, huh? Did alllllllll of this just for them? Wow, you must really care. You must really want Hoseok to think you’re worth it, huh? That you’re better than all those other little omegas out there?
You want him? That's the message you were trying to send, huh? That you want a chase?
You’re fucking lucky Hoseok loves them. You want him to love you, too? Are you ready for something like that? You really think so?
His lips crack open, a splash of red coating the inside edge. Another trail of blood running down his cheek from where he nosedived into the dirt.
You wanted his attention? That’s why you pulled this bratty little stunt? Well now you have it.
He sees a glint of light in the distance, way beyond the trees. Light reflecting off of glass. Binoculars, huh? Cute.
His smile grows, blood on his teeth. The taste of copper still coming through on his punctured tongue. His canines have never been more excited to bite.
Found you, baby.
Let’s play red riding hood.
“Boom.”
Your voice is soft, cusping just on the edge of the wind. Certainly nowhere near as loud as the sound that just permeated the forest, but felt as though it was even greater than it. A beautiful, radiating fire lighting the trees in the distance, a new glow.
On your face rests a satisfied, self serving smile.
You, and your predictions, had been right. They came back.
Now, there was no way you could be certain it was the same alphas that came to destroy you yesterday, of course not. It would be silly to completely presume but… it was nice to think it was, anyway. Had your legs feeling lighter as they rest against the wooden edge of the fire escape, your body slumped against the high-back stool that you just so happened to find in the fire tower.
Ha. Fire tower. Ironic.
Either way, you knew they would be back, and now they knew the consequences of doing such a thing, even if it is a pity the second bomb hadn’t gone off alongside the first.
The corner of your lips quirk a little higher, hand finally reaching to grab the binoculars from their place hanging against the chair. The cool metal raising to your eyes, allowing you to see even more of the beauty you had just created.
Mmm, the view isn’t too much better– you suppose you did walk pretty far– but still. The act of seeing everything is divine. Your house, the place you had crafted for years, may now be in shambles, but so are the alphas. Poor things.
Well, you’ll build your life back better, anyway. Every new start has become more and more easy. Lessons have taught you the proper steps, especially the steps to properly disappear. That everyone should have the tools and the knowledge to make an out if need be.
Your bottom lip perks out in a bit of a mocking pout, head tilting to the side as the fire begins to grow. It won’t make it far, you know that. The conditions aren’t great for it to actually spiral, but it feels prophetic almost. It feels perfect.
Leave no witnesses.
Mhm, and after they saw your nest, you knew you had to. Fixed up the house to make it look like you were planning on trying to stay, left your car uncovered as a second honeypot. Disabled your trip wires to make it seem like you didn’t know what you were doing. Packed all the suppressants you could. Made sure to leave a little trail to each.
Agitated clucking sounds from your left, drawing you out of your thoughts. The binoculars leaving your eyes as your head twists down towards her, instead.
Ah. Of course, there was Cheryl, too.
To be honest, you tried to leave her. To let her go back to the woods and live with the wild flock but… she wouldn’t stop following you.
Pack has to stick together, you suppose.
“Shhhh, shhh shh…” Your fingers slowly stroke down Cheryl's back, her plumage puffed up from the noise that rang throughout the forest. “You gotta be quiet. They could be watching us back.”
You stand from your spot, moving back towards the interior of the little fire tower. One hand scooping up Cheryl from her tummy, the other slinging your pack over your shoulder. A continued soft hushing leaving as you walk.
You have no plans of unpacking, you’d be leaving this location soon enough.
A small buzzing sensation runs through your entire being, the aftereffects of your successful plan still migrating through every one of your nerves, lighting each up like little stars in little galaxies.
Your lips curl once again, little sharpened canines hanging from below your upper lip, the corner of your smile tweaking upwards. “Well, if they’re still alive, that is.”
chapter 4 <- index -> chapter 6
⌬ : notes:
"oh, these weren't homemade. they were made in a factory. a bomb factory."
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ha..haha.. right guys?
*a tomato is thrown at me*
DAMN! Fine! Lemme just pack my shit and--- lmaooooo I'm joking!! Seriously though, I am desperate to hear what you guys think about this chapter. What I have been teasing for awhile has finally kicked off!! Like i said, reader still had a few things up her sleeve. She's crafty, huh? Either way, it isn't too much longer before she meets the guys!! it should be happening next chapter, isn't that exciting? It is to me!!
I am desperate to hear all of your thoughts on this chapter-- it really is my favourite one that I've written so far. Especially now that we have 6/8 povs unlocked for the main cast... mwahahah, hoseok is certainly a treat, isn't he? I have full confidence you will either hate him, or think he is entirely too hot (i am of the later group lmao, I know what I am) (a freak, if that wasn't clear LMAO)
Jeongguk too, with how desperate he is to have you :'< poor guy. Plus a look into the way he joined thep pack ?! Either way!! As always, please let me know any and all of your thoughts, I absolutely love hearing them!! Everything coming together, and the objects set in motion are rolling super fast now, even if it doesn't totally seem like it yet.
Ahhh, anyway, this is entirely too long! As always, thank you for reading and falling into the story of summer rain just like I have!!! We have officially hit 100 pages in my google doc! See you guys when the next chapter finishes out!! MWAH!!!
could I ask for a BTS reacting to reader doing topless at the beach? thank you 💕
(not a minor btw!!!!!!!!!)
a/n: Omg I appreciate you telling me you're not a minor!
warnings: mdni, 18+, boyfriend! BTS, dirty talk, these are hc, suggestive touching, pet names (baby, my love, etc.), public beach, nude beach, private beach, a boat, allude to bj, allude to m-st-rb-t-ng (f. rec), allude to smut, mentions of dumbification, all boys down bad, skinny dipping, teasing, etc.
wc: 1.7k+
[BE VERY AWARE, SMUT BELOW THE 'KEEP READING' TAG]
Namjoon - When you go topless, showing Namjoon your pretty tits, his mind blanks.
He knows deep down he should probably be worried about someone seeing you partially naked, or be smug to show you off to anyone who might see you, but Namjoon doesn't think.
He sees your breasts, and his mind shuts off, or better yet, goes into autopilot. He doesn't even give you a chance to reach for the sunscreen before his body is rolling on top of yours. The beach umbrella covers you both from the left, but Namjoon's body covers yours entirely as he finds his hips between your open plush thighs.
"Joon-" You can't even finish saying his name when you feel his cock harden, barely separated by his swimtrunks and your bikini bottoms. And then it's your turn to have your mind blank because Namjoon's lips are sucking one of your nipples into his wet mouth while his cock is throbbing against your covered, puffy folds.
He uses his tongue to flick, lick, and lap the nub until your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, and your fingers are threading into his hair to pull him closer.
He makes you forget where you are. The only reason you two came to this beach was to relax, and Namjoon now planned to do that while sucking on your pretty titties. Once he was satisfied that you were wet and wanting, he planned to drag you back to the car to fuck you stupid and take you home to do it again. He wasn't going to last long for this beach day, but he was going to make it up to you.
Jin - You're at the beach, but on Jin's boat, far out in the ocean. You can see the many colorful dots of people lounging around on the sand, waddling into the ocean, or walking to find a place to tan, and you're happy that you get the privacy of relaxing with your boyfriend alone.
You knew that he most likely brought you onto this trip so he could go fishing while still spending time with you, and you were more than happy to come along. You didn't always fish with your boyfriend; sometimes, you would take advantage of the small yacht to tan or read inside, enjoying the soft waves lapping at the boat as you got lost in your latest book.
Today, you decided to tan first.
Jin was barely two feet away from where you lay, his posture relaxed as the sun beamed down on both of you. It was a perfect day. And you hadn't even realized he was watching you and not the ocean when you slipped your top off, closing your eyes and sighing happily. Your hand was resting just under your breast, and you were about to move it to your side when Jin spoke up.
He's soft but firm as his eyes rake over you slowly, his tongue licking his lips as he hums. "Move your hand up."
You furrow your eyebrows, blinking over at your boyfriend in confusion until you see the way his eyes hood and his cock twitch under your gaze.
"I want you to touch yourself for me, Baby. Move your hands up."
Jin's eyes stay on your pretty tits, ready to show you another way to relax, waiting for you to follow his orders. And you're always so good at taking his orders.
Yoongi - The strings to your swimsuit are already undone as you lie on top of your beach towel. You're lying on your stomach, resting your head on your arms as the sun rays beam down on you, and you're pretty positive you could nap just like this.
Yoongi is lying right next to you, but in the shade of the beach umbrella you two brought. His hair was wet from the ocean after you two had been swimming around for an hour before, trying to spot little schools of fish, and now, after another layer of sun lotion was rubbed on you, you were tanning as your boyfriend took in the beautiful day.
Waves lapped at the shoreline, the clouds were fluffy in the sky, and for the amazing day it was today, hardly anyone was on the beach but the two of you. It was perfect, and Yoongi didn't think it could get any better until it was time for you to flip over.
Your pretty tits grab all of Yoongi's attention the moment you turn over, making his lazy grin turn into an amused smirk. "If you wanted my attention, Baby, all you had to do was ask."
His teasing made you grin, your eyes rolling playfully as you shook your head. But then Yoongi was leaning closer, his thumb brushing over one of your nipples, and making you suck in a breath as he chuckled.
"I think you should take a break from the sun, c'mere, let me help you cool off."
Hobi - The day was warm, the ocean was cool, and Hobi was spending his free day with you on the beach. He wanted to have you all to himself; the long days of his job keeping him busy and away had taken a toll on him, so any chance he could have with you, he was going to take it.
It's why he lugged the beach towels, the umbrella, the sunscreen, etc., while you took care of the picnic basket full of snacks and drinks for both of you to share.
Hours of sun, sand, and swimming had left Hoseok tanner, his smile brighter, and your eyes gleaming as he swam closer to you. You two weren't far from the shoreline, but you were far from people, and it's why you forwent your top.
Your giggles rang in his ears as Hobi's eyes took you in. You were wet, hair drenched with ocean water, droplets sliding down your neck and into the valley of your breasts before joining back into the ocean. Your smile was mischievous, a knowing sparkle swirling in your eyes as you took in the way Hobi's breath caught.
He had pulled you in closer, his hands brushing along the curve of your breasts as your own hand teased the top of his swim trunks. He wanted to know if you had taken your swim bottoms off, too, suddenly wishing he was home alone with you instead of on this beach as your hand slipped under his swimtrunks in the ocean to grab his aching cock.
If you wanted to play, then Baby, he'll play. His cock was already growing hard under your touch, his pupils dilating as you gave him another playful giggle.
Jimin - Jimin is just finishing setting up your spot on the beach when you take your top off.
You two had taken a drive to a little trail that led to a private beach. It was the perfect getaway after both of you had the busiest workweek and had finally made it to the weekend.
Good weather, and belting to your favorite songs with your loved one had cured multiple long days at your day job, and feeling the sand underneath your feet had revived the energy you hadn't realized was depleted until now.
And it's how you end up taking a leap, untying the strings around your back and neck, and allowing the thin fabric to slip off your body as you look back at Jimin with a grin.
He watched as your grin grew bigger, his shocked face amusing you to bend over and slip your swim bottoms off next. "Catch me if you can!" You taunted, and then you were off, racing into the ocean with him short-circuiting under the umbrella he had carried all the way here.
It takes him three blinks to realize what you've said, and then his grin matches yours, and his swim trunks are pooling at his ankles as he chases after you. Your laughter rings in his ears, pushing him forward, eager to hear it again.
Taehyung - The moment you are topless on the beach is the exact moment Taehyung contemplates how he can convince you to follow him back to the car.
He doesn't care if anyone sees you; if anything, it makes a confident and smug grin dance on his lips because you're his, and he's proud to show you off.
Honestly, he isn't above fucking you in front of everyone if that's what you want. And he does ask you as he kneels between your legs, dipping his head down to lick a stripe up the valley of your breasts with a sparkle in his eyes. "You want to play, Baby?"
His tongue swirls the question mark over one of your nipples, his teeth grazing the little nub just to see you whimper in response.
"Are you going to take everything off? Want me to help you?" His fingers play with the strings of your bikini bottoms, brushing along your inner thighs until his knuckles are dragging over your puffy folds. "I can use my mouth, if you'd like?"
Taehyung forfeits the idea of sneaking you into the car. You're the one who caused his cock to harden, twitching pathetically in his swimtrunks as he presses it into your thigh. Now, he expects you to solve it.
Jungkook - Any thoughts in his head disappear the minute you take your top off at the beach.
You two were here to enjoy the sunny day, a little beach weekend if you will, where you two had planned to laze about on the beach and do nothing else.
But Jungkook's plan to swim around is immediately put onto the back burner in his mind as you lie back on your beach towel, topless, and looking like his wettest dream. "Fuck you're gorgeous." Jungkook is brought to his knees, his hands reaching for your waist and sliding up your sides until he can cup your pretty tits in his hand.
"Babe, I'm just trying not to create any tan lines." You giggle and then gasp as his fingers pinch your nipples, pulling them softly until your cute cunt clenches needily in response.
"Yeah? Are you gonna strip completely naked then, and show everyone your pretty body?" His hands move down from your tits and over your stomach to your bikini bottoms, teasing the little strings keeping the fabric covering the one thing he wanted most right now. "Are you gonna show me your pretty pussy, too? I've always wanted to fuck you on the beach, Baby. Want me to fuck you right here, right now?"
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Thinking about riding hobi while there are people downstairs .⋆♱
Warning: he calls you a slut oop. Hes a bit rough . Voyeurism?/she wanna get caught 🫠 . Lots of dirty talks kinda.
Mdni 18+
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“You’re seriously insane,” Hobi whispered, voice strained as he grabbed your hips to stop you from moving again. “Fuck.. your friends are literally downstairs”
And yet he still couldn’t stop looking at you.
You sat on his lap on your bed, riding his dick like you had no shame at all, oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder while you smiled at him all sweet, like you weren’t slowly driving him crazy with the way you roll your hips on him. Every tiny movement made his jaw tighten harder.
His dick throbbing despite the pleading look he gives you.
“ you need to lower your voice baby.. there’s literally people just down the hall” , and you know that. That what makes your pussy clinch, knowing that anyone could hear the wet skin slapping on skin if they just walk past your door, it thrills you so much that you gush a bit of wetness down his dick he gasps.
“ fuck baby, your pussy is soaking my dick so much. Are you that fucking horny for me? You couldn’t wait until your friends leave… fuck .. baby please be quiet,”
He was nervous — you could feel it in the way his hands kept flexing against your waist, his head struggling to keep up while looking at your tits bounce up and down under the shirt, while he kept glancing toward the bedroom door — but that only made him harder. Looking at you with pleading eyes trying to get you to look at him and maybe listen to him and keep quiet.
“ I can’t stop hoseok ..your dick feels so fucking good. I can’t wait ..i can’t..”
Your hips started picking up pace along with the soft sounds slipping from your mouth.
“Jesus” he muttered, his patience slipping away.
“Keep those pretty sounds down,” he warned, voice strained and low before he finally snapped.
One quick movement and he had you flipped onto your stomach against the mattress, hand on your mouth keeping your shocked gasps down.
“You wanna act needy so bad?” he said breathlessly, sliding his throbbing dick back inside of your tight hole, holding you down harder now.
“Then fucking take it.”
his grip tightened as his thrusts turned rough and desperate, holding you down while you trembled beneath him.
“ fucking slut, shit.. you can’t keep your needy moans down, can you? You wanna get caught this badly?,” he growl so roughly, his hand slipping from your mouth.
the bed kept shaking under the force of his movements, pressing you into the mattress while you clung helplessly to the sheets.
At this point, hobi is so fucking desperate, he doesn’t care if anybody hears. Your pussy so tight and wet on him his eyes roll back while he let out a desperate moan.
“ fffuckkkkk baby… this pussy is fucking divine, makes me wanna take you outside and fuck you in front of everyone… s-shit..that got you excited didn’t it?,” feeling you clinch harder around him after that made him shiver.
he leaned down your ear, one hand holding you down by the waist, the other pulling your hair back, not caring if you let out more noises.
“ you want that, baby? wanna show everybody how slutty you are for me?”
You bucked back instinctively against his cock, moaning so loud, unable to stay still, chasing more of him without thinking, barely coherent now, repeating broken ‘yes’ after ‘yes’ under your breath, eyes fluttering shut as you lost yourself completely against him as you feel his dick perfectly hitting your sweet spot.
“ Holy s-shit im gonna fuckin cum,” you said almost screaming.
“ you wanna cum baby? fucking do it. Come on my dick you fuckin slut.”
his breathing got rougher, focus slipping as everything started to feel too intense to slow down. the little grunts he letting out right by your ear pushed you over the edge as you melt around him.
“ fuck.. you’re so tight .. I can’t hold much longer,”
realizing how desperate you’d made him completely overwhelmed you, and you lost control right there in his arms. Coming so hard he lets out a little whimper, shortly following after as you feel him fill you up with his hot cum. Rolling his hips slowly while breathing so heavily.
for a few seconds, neither of you could even move properly, stuck in that heavy silence where everything still felt too intense to process.
His arms now wrapped loosely but firmly, slow kisses lingering at your nape like he’s grounding himself in you.
the tension is gone now, just warmth and quiet between you.
“you drive me crazy, baby,” he murmurs low, voice softer than before.
You let out a small breathy laugh, turning just enough to catch his his lips in a slow kiss
“i will definitely do that again”
he goes quiet for a moment, then exhales, giving up already not trying to argue with you.
his hold tightens just a little, pulling you closer into him
“just… don’t make me lose it like that every time,” he mutters, thinking there is absolutely no way he can face your friends after how loud you both were ㅤ♡
Warnings: smut!!, fingering, sucking his fingers, intense eye contact, dry humping, thigh riding, jhope being a good bf, we love him!
IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR HIS HANDS PLS PLS PLS (p.s. sorry for being away for so long!!)
The room had a cold breeze, the tv glow lights up the living room, curtains closed only a dim side table lamp is on. Hobi's cats lounging at the end of the couch.
The front door creaks as Hobi slowly opens it, the lights spilling through the room. "I'm home." he calls out. You look over, he's kneeling while untying his shoes. That's when your eyes make their first connection, his hands. Silver rings decorate his soft veiny fingers, his watch on his wrist enhancing the sight. He slides his shoes off and puts them in the cubby. He walks towards you, petting the cat first before making his way to you.
"Hi honey, how was your day?" You say, lounging on the couch. "Busy. We did a lot of promotions and was working on choreo for the comeback."
You softly hum in response. He sits next to you, his arm reaches to the back of the couch are rests around you. His hand resting on your shoulder.
You look over breifly, his veiny hands on your shoulder, making you go crazy in your head.
After a couple minutes of talking he gets up softly to go to the kitchen. You watch him as he opens the fridge, his fingers tapping a beat on the closed fridge door. Your eyes immediatly focus on the beat and his fingers. Next he's trying to open a jar, his hands flexing to get the lid to open. It's like he's trying to make you crazy.
He comes back and sits next to you, his dinner he made in his hands as he watches whatever show you have on.
Minutes go by, his dish is on the coffee table, your legs over his as he innocently scratches your legs while your trying to keep control of yourself.
Hobi scoots closer to you, he places a simple kiss on your cheek. he lingers for to long as he slowly moves to your neck. You try to keep calm and not go ballistic. His hands find their way to your waist, one is crawling up to your jaw while the other squeezes your waist slightly. Hobi softly groans in your ear. That was it. Your last straw, you couldn't keep it in anymore.
You swiftly move to face him, you deepen the kiss even more, your hands grip his jaw as you softly moan into his mouth. Your tounges mixing together as you both explore, clearly both needing this.
Hobi gently guides you to lean on the arm rest of the couch, your legs spread instinctively as he lays between them, still kissing you. His hands travel down squeezing your plush thighs. He scrunches up your (HIS) oversized shirt, seeing you with no bra and only a thin pair of black lace panties. He notices your swell breasts, admiring them. He latches on immediately causing you to moan outloud in pleasure, your back arching upwards at the sensation. His other hand gently needs your other breast, his rings sending a cold sensation causing your nipples to harden.
Your hands tangle up in his brown locks, squeezing his hair not rough but enough to motivate him to keep going. He looks up at you, his view showing your head dangling off the couch, mouth open and eyes closed, cheeks rosy just as his. He trails kisses up your chest and licks your neck before he kisses you on the lips again.
You guide his hands to your panties, he feels your wet patch as he pushes them aside. "So wet already sweethear?" You moan in response.
Hobi rubs your folds, collecting all your wetness. The sensation making your spine shiver. he gently pushes 2 fingers in, your lips sealed as you moan. His mouth latches onto your breasts again. He knows exactly what he's doing.
His fingers move in and out at a medium pace, just enough to make you feel light headed from all the emotions mixing into one. Your stomach twisting into many little knots. You feel your release coming, Jhope quickens up the pace.
"Hobi..." You moan out, your toes curling, your head drops.
Your release gets everywhere, soaking Hobi, You look up at him to see his grin, knowing he loves to see you ruined. You push him back playfully as he readjusts and sits upwards and leans against the couch cushion. You straddle him as you grab his hand and bring it up to your mouth.
You put his ring finger in his mouth first, looking at him seductively. He groans at the sight. Then you add his middle finger into your mouth, gently sliding your tongue up and down his fingers licking off all of your wetness.
Just when Jhope thought you couldn't get any hotter, you start slowly grinding on his thigh. Your soaked panties causing friction against his sweats. His hands keep needing your breasts while he stares at your movements on his thigh. You quicken the pace, getting lost because of how good it feels, you don't want to stop, you've been needing this.
You both make eye-contact while your riding his thigh, you see yourself in his pupil's reflection, you look like a mess. Cheeks flushed and mouth opened. Jhope gives you a look to keep going. He want's you to relieve yourself on him.
You feel your release coming again, you whine as you lean your head on his shoulder. Jhope straightens you back up. "Nuh-uh, I want to see your face while you come undone." He says breaking the silence.
You come undone shortly after, sending you into an oasis, vision gets blurry as your stomach unwinds. You breathe heavily as you lean against his shoulder. He wraps his arms softly around you while rubbing your back gently.
He whispers sweet nothing's in your ears.
"I love you y/n" He says cradling you. You plant a soft kiss on his cheek.
A couple minutes later your cuddling into his side as you both keep watching the drama playing on the TV, the night only getting deeper.
Request: Could you please write bts with s/o with age gap (where she is younger)
Warnings: age gap (not that much tho), a bit of overthinking
A/n: first BTS post in forever, how are we feeling | daily click
Jin
Lowkey a big deal to him
Not in a way where he'll constantly remind you of that or something
Just in a way that this is always on the back of his mind
He's aware that he's the oldest and he wants to act like it
So he's doing his best to be the responsible figure, someone you can lean on, someone dependable
Yes he'll baby you sometimes for funsies
But overall he tries to be more serious
Because he takes it seriously and he wants you to know that
He wants you to trust him
Suga
Overthinks it at first
You are very mature and emotionally intelligent as well
But he has a hard time accepting the age gap at first
He doesn't wanna make a wrong move
You probably did the biggest part of the chasing because he truly didn't like the difference in age at first
After the relationship begun, he's more confident
But sometimes doubt still creeps into him
He's terrified of being inappropriate for a second
Also tries his best to be the dependable and reliable person in the relationship
But it all gets very easy after a while
You're constantly surprising him and showing him the gap is not that big of a deal
So he relaxes a bit eventually, just be patient
Jhope
The complete opposite of the last two
The baby treatment is coming strong for you
"Oh but I'm on my twenties"
But you're soooo adorable so cute so-
You get it right
He truly finds you the cutest person ever who could never do no wrong
So be prepared for that lmao
You also get a lot of privileges because of that
So enjoy as well
Jungkook is lokwey jealous because not once did he ever get that much privilege for being younger 😭
Namjoon
Another one to not mind the age gap that much
Actually, he even forgets it for most of the time
You're extremely mature, smart and simply the whole package
Those are actually the qualities that made him fall in love at first
So yeah, there is an age difference going on
But he truly doesn't notice it that much
Your relationship feels safe and you're both equals on it
He thinks this is what matters the most yk
So he's just chilling
Jimin
A bit self conscious too
But instead of pushing you away, like suga
He simply tries to compensate it
Because he's older, he feels like he has more responsibilities
And he wants to be ready for it
So he tries to be stronger, more mature, more prepared, more everything
Sometimes you see he's trying too hard and falls into this rabbit hole of overthinking
But he's doing it with good intentions
He just wants to be the best for you
Comments of outsiders on it can have bad effects on him though
He will defend you but sometimes he can't defend himself
So this might be a sensitive topic in your relationship for a while
Taehyung
Also overthinks it at first lmao 😭
He does that before getting together with you tho
He wonders if he's doing the right thing by wanting to be with you
Once the relationship begins tho?
Every doubt gets thrown away immediately
Now he's just enjoying this
He knows he can love you right and he knows you want this too
So why even overthink it
Also babies you a bit
Can be a bit annoying but it's with love lmao
Jungkook
Doesn't care
Didn't care before the relationship, doesn't care after it
He's so chill with it
You're not his "younger partner"
You're his partner
That's it
It just happens that you are younger, but that's not what defines you
And it's not what defines the relationship either
There's so much more to it
So he thinks the age gap is not something to worry about so much
Masterlist | you'll probably like: with a taller s/o
Daily click
Reminder this is just fiction!! I'm not trying to portray real life and you shouldn't believe that this is how the members actually are. This is just for the vibe and the delulu!
