BTS writing prompt: 8th member of the group who is a female and Jungkook the maknae who loves to spank his members whenever he gets the chance to. This can be written as friends who are so close that there is no such thing as privacy, or maybe a poly relationship among them. On cameras he's always respectful never touching you in any way the media might think as inappropriate but off-cameras, a pouty baby clinging onto you and complaining about how your butt looks so adorable whenever you wear the outfits but he can never touch them like he does so with his hyungs. Randomly groping you when staying in the dorms and whenever you yell at him or complain to the other members, he'll put on his pouty face and whine about it. Saying how he has rights on all his members butts and you are no exception. "It's only in the dorms Y/Niee let me have my moment"
Summary: Jungkook has been your best friend for a long time. Recently he's been hiding something from you, and you need to find out what it is.
Warnings: mxm, future fxm, female reader, handjob, more to come ;) in the future, future poly?, it's kinda already happening but yeah, maybe a little angst?
Part 2: Let's Talk About Us
Part 3: Let's Talk About Love
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Realistically you know Jungkook has sex. The hickies that peek over the collar of his shirt. That one time you saw condoms and lube in his room. There was also that one graphic text that popped up on his phone from someone named ‘J’ There's also that fact that he is a healthy, young male with way too many hormones. Thrusting his hips in the face of thousands of people can only do so much.
There is only one issue with this realization: Jungkook has never talked to, let alone been seen with, a girl besides you.
Now, Jungkook is hot. Jungkook is really fucking hot. (Another realization that's been plaguing your brain recently). BUT despite his risque outfits on stage, accidental buttons coming undone, full sleeve, facial piercings, and quite possibly the most gorgeous face ever, Jungkook has never ever EVER flirted with a girl. The possibility of him being a virgin was something you considered often until the hickeys started showing up a few years ago. No matter how many times he tried to hide them, it never worked.
However, there is one thing in your friendship with Jungkook that is never spoken about, and that is sex. Always assuming Jungkook was too shy (or abstinent) to talk about it, and on your end there wasn't much going on either.
(Other than that one night with Taehyung that Jungkook doesn't know about and NEVER will if you have anything to do about it)
Either way, you and Jungkook are best friends and have been since you were growing up next door to each other in Busan. This secret hookup or girlfriend is eating away at you. So, there's only one thing left to do.
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'Noona, why are you sitting on me,' the man who has been plaguing your thoughts grunts from underneath your thighs.
After thinking for a very long time, rushing over to Jungkook's place to bug him about all of the unanswered questions you have seemed like the only appropriate course of action.
'I have a very important question to ask you and I don't want you to run away.'
Those doe eyes you've grown to love widen even more than you thought possible,
'Should I be scared?' he asks
'Probably,' you hum in agreement and after a moment of pretending to be in deep thought you utter the words that change your friendship forever,
'So, let's talk about sex'
Suddenly the room spins, and next thing you know you have a face full of overpriced sofa cushion. Whipping around you come to face the very reason you just did parkour. It's Jungkook's fault, and the man in question is on the opposite side of the room. His eyes are wide and darting back and forth. He's avoiding eye contact like it'll kill him if he looks into your prying eyes.
‘What the hell was that for, muscle pig. You’re gonna give me whiplash.’ you whine while rubbing your neck.
‘Sorry you- you just took me by surprise.’
Ah there he is. The shy jungkook who couldn’t look you in the eyes for weeks after he saw you in a sports bra for the first time ten years ago. The tips of his ears are tinting red just like they always do when he’s feeling particularly embarrassed, ‘w-why do you wanna talk about… you know–that stuff?’
Sweet, sweet jungkook. Trying to pull the innocent card to cover up the fact that he’s been keeping secrets for a while now, ‘I know your secrets JK. So, why don’t you just tell me.’
All of the sudden the atmosphere in the room changes and his shy yet cute look changes to something more fearful.
‘How did you find out?’ he manages to stutter out. His face is beet red and his hands look a little shaky.
“I’ve seen the hickies, condoms, lube, and the naught texts for ‘J.’ It doesn’t seem like you were trying very hard to keep it a secret.’ You’re laughing a little, but Jungkook isn’t. You know the look on his face and it’s similar to the one when he was getting chewed out by his managers for his car accident. He’s worried. About what–you don’t know.
He rushes over to you and grabs your hands, ‘noona please promise me you won’t tell anyone. If anyone ever found out our careers–’
‘Jungkook,’ you interrupt. His voice had started to get that telltale waiver in it indicating that what was going on was truly worrying him, ‘I’m not going to tell anyone Jungkook. Why would you even think that?’
‘It’s just I don’t know how you feel about the whole thing, and I know same sex relationships are really taboo in Koreas, and I just don’t want you to tell anyone, but I didn’t know if you’d even support it, and if you didn’t support it then maybe you’d tell people, and–’
‘Jungkook,’ you look at him wide eyed and place your hands on his shoulders. This is a lot to process in a short amount of time. Not a bad thing, just surprising, ‘First of all, I would never ever think differently of you for who you’re with. You’re my JK and your significant other will never change that.’
‘Oh thank god,’ he lets out a sigh of relief and throws his arms around you while tucking his head into your neck. You can feel how warm his cheeks are it seems like he was on the verge of tears, ‘I’m so glad–’
‘Ah ah ah. I’m not done yet. Secondly of all, the only thing I was insinuating was that you were hooking up with someone. I hate to tell you this, but you outed yourself on that one my friend.’ you tell him.
Suddenly he goes stiff in your arms and his head snaps up to look at you, ‘But, you said you knew my secrets.’
Smiling at him to let him know everything is gonna be okay you say, ‘Jungkook, what part of saying I saw the evidence of your sexcapades made you think I knew every little detail?’
‘Well you said you saw the text from ‘J’ so I assumed you’d figured that out’ he mumbles under his breath.
You pause. If he’s saying he thinks you;d figured it out, that means it has to be someone you know. Wracking through your brain you think about all the possible J names you know. The only one you know of who’s single and ready to mingle(or at least you thought until today) is– ’Oh my god you’re dating Jimin’
He looks into your eyes, cheeks turning even pinker, ’oh. Uh yeah. I’m dating Jimin. Just Jimin’ He’s avoiding your eyes. You can tell he’s hiding something, but knowing him, it’s better to wait it out. A lot of things have been revealed today, and pressuring him could just make things worse.
‘Jungkook,’ you say softly.
He looks up at you, unease fills his eyes, ‘yeah, noona?’
‘I think that’s great. You deserve to be happy,’ you smile at him. Hoping to conceal the disappointment in your tone.
It seems to work a little, ‘Really? You don’t think it’s weird?’ That uncertainty is still there. Hidden behind the galaxies in his beautiful eyes.
‘No, JK. I think it’s awesome. You found someone who makes you happy. And apparently some who makes you feel good if you know what I mean,’ you wink at him.
All of the sudden a whole new blush takes over his face,
‘Y/n’ he whines. His head finds its way back to your shoulder. A moment of silence passes before he speaks up, ‘thank you for supporting me noona.’
‘I’ll always support you, JK.’
You both stay like that for a while. Realistically, you know there’s something else he’s scared of telling you. You’ve known about Jin and Namjoon’s relationship for awhile, and you’ve always been supportive. You’re just happy to know he’s being taken care of. Jimin’s a great guy, and they both deserve to be happy. You probably should’ve seen it sooner now that you look back on it. Lingering glances or touches. God damnit, that bite mark they claim was a drunk accident. Man, you’re dense.
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Later when you leave Jungkook’s place, you shut the door and lean back against it. Trying to blink away the tears that sting your eyes, you need to suck it up. At the end of the day you don’t know what you were trying to achieve by interrogating him. He was never going to be more than your best friend, but a part of you was hoping that he was just hooking up with someone and you still had a chance.
As you're walking to your car you see Jimin pull into a parking spot. A smile is on his face, probably because he’s about to see his perfect boyfriend. You like Jimin, but you can’t help but be jealous.
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‘Yeah, baby?’ he pants against Junkook’s mouth, ‘Thinking about your noona always gets you excited doesn’t it?’
‘Yeah,’ Jk whines out, hips bucking up into the hand wrapped around his cock. He’s so beautifully flushed and pliant like this. Bending to the will of his boyfriend’s skilled hands.
‘Do you wish this was your noona, baby?’ The hand around his length gets tighter and begins jerking him faster while the other finds its way down to that perfect spot right behind his balls.
Jungkook keens. The loud moan that falls from his lips– an indicator that he’s rapidly approaching his orgasm.
‘Come on baby, you know you aren’t allowed to finish until you answer hyung.’
Jungkook tosses his head back and forth on the pillow, ‘Yeah, I want noona to touch me–AH please hyung, let me cum.’
His hyung leans forward and presses a kiss to his lips, ‘Go ahead kook-ah, cum for hyung.’
Jungkook’s mouth parts, eyebrows furrowed as he hurtles toward his orgasm. Fingers pressed to his perineum and the hand around his cock have never felt so good as the images of his noona fill his head. His head flops back against the pillow and his eyes squeeze shut.
‘Fuck, I’m cumming,’ Jungkook grunts.
Hot spurts of cum shoot from his cock. His release paints his toned stomach, and the hand wrapped around him. He moans out–a beautiful sound with his mouth wide open. His orgasm face is similar to the face he makes when he eats something particularly delicious. Almost as if it’s so good he’s angry. Hips are thrusting into the hand that helped him finish as little shocks of oversensitivity started to take over.
He pushes his hyungs hand away so he can finally breathe.
Just then footsteps are approaching the room. Jimin walks in fresh out of the shower, ‘Oh man, I missed out on the fun.’ He whines. A small smile on his face as he approaches the bed, ‘Hyung you know I wanted to play with Kookie.’
‘Oh Jiminie, we’re just getting started. You should hear how worked up our kookie gets when we mention his noona.’ Yoongi smirks.
Warnings: N/A
Type: Hybrid/Yandere/Fluff/Angst
Authors Note: Once again, incredibly slow update!! Writers Block is kicking my ass. I have started writing other stories too, so everything is all over the place. I hope you enjoy!!
editied: 21/03/2024
TAG LIST: open.
Since the lockdown, your two shopping trips a week have become your only alone time. One person per household was allowed out to do any grocery shopping needed, this rule had been put in place to combat the spread of covid. Every trip to and from the store you dragged out, driving a little under the speed limit, dragging the soles of your feet as you moved painstakingly slow through every single isle of the store. You bought unnecessary items, and too many snacks, and waited in the longest serving line. Just for some peace away from them. It wasn't that you hated the men, hate was too strong of a word. You didn't even dislike them, you were just uncomfortable still. The constant touching, clinging.. it was a lot.
You had grown closer to everyone-- even Yoongi who often looked at you like a bug on a wall. You spent most of your time with Seokjin and Namjoon, occasionally with Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok. Yoongi and Jeongguk spent most of their time together, and while you had eased up the ‘rocky ground’ with Yoongi, Jeongguk continued to ignore your existence as much as he could. Namjoon had tried to get the youngest hybrid to warm up to you, or to at least acknowledge your existence but his attempts were all in vain. You wished you could say you had gotten comfortable with them all, you had become closer to them after all. But you hadn’t. Every time a tail brushed across your skin, every twitch of an ear, or animalist urge they acted on had your skin crawling and begging you to run away.
“Oh shit-- Crap, I’m so sorry!”
You grunted, the bars of your shopping cart hitting your ribs and promising a tender bruise. Jaw clenched you glared up at the red-faced attacker. The male was slightly taller than you, his head showing signs of hair regrowth from a close shave, and his cheeks chubby and flaming red in embarrassment. Dressed similarly to you in sweatpants and a hoodie you doubted was ever his size. You raised an eyebrow at the man who hung his head in shame.
“You should be more careful.” You warned him, your sharp tone making his already pink cheeks turn fiery red. The tone that left your lips surprised even you, slightly embarrassed that you had let yourself be so lost in thoughts.
He nodded, his bony fingers itching his scalp. “I know. I just don’t know my way around the store, my brother usually does the shopping.” He explained weakly. “I haven’t been here before.”
You bite your cheeks, nodding in understanding. You had Jin with you on the first few shopping trips, he helped you learn the layout quickly. He didn’t have anyone there to teach him how the store layout. You pitied him. You had finished your shopping, collecting everything from the list the boys had sent you. You were wasting time at this point, picking things from shelves and throwing them into the cart, knowing damn well it will never get eaten. You were just desperate for a few moments of peace and space from the men you were basically trapped with. This was the perfect excuse to be out of the house a little longer.
You sighed heavily, your hot breath getting caught in the material of your mask. “I can help you find everything.” You offered, adjusting your fogged-up glasses.
Relief seemed to flood over his face, his head bobbing eagerly. “Please…”You nodded, moving your cart around so you were beside him leaving a gap between.
“Read out your list and I’ll lead the way.”
“Welcome home.” Yoongi drawled from the kitchen. He was leaning by the coffee machine, mug in hand waiting. It looked like he had just woken up, his dark hair sticking up in every direction, his face still puffy with sleep. A crumpled black shirt and shorts from the day before still on, he must've fallen asleep without changing.
You narrowed your eyes, dropping four bags onto the grey marble counter and shaking out your aching arms. The hybrid just watched in amusement, unblinking yellow eyes following every tiny movement you made. His lips stretched into a grin as you spread out your thin arms, dramatically gesturing to the bags before you, silently asking him 'Well?', with an eyebrow arching upwards.
“Did you get the lamb?”
Your jaw dropped, disbelief flooding your features. This asshole stood, sipping his coffee when he damn well heard your shitbox of a car pull up the driveway, and instead of giving you a hand, instead of asking if there's anything left in the car to grab, all he cares for is the fucking lamb? You were sure you were about to burst a blood vessel, but instead of kicking and screaming--or possibly even throwing the giant jug of milk at his head, you gave him a dismissive look, beginning to unpack the bags.
“Sorry, but they were all out.” You had spent a ridiculous amount of time walking the meat section of the store, desperately trying to find anything lamb-based, and nothing. You even asked the workers who all gave the same answer, sold out. You ended up settling for steaks, excited for the meal you had tried so hard to convince Yoongi to go for instead.
His eyes narrowed, setting the mug aside. “Did you go to the butcher next door?” He scoffed, crossing his arms, eyes darting between you and the bags.
“I didn’t have time--” Your lie was cut off by a loud voice, followed by thundering footsteps.
“Y/n!”
The deep voice was quickly identified as Taehyung's. Unlike the hybrids, you weren't able to distinguish who was who by footsteps or smell. Thankfully the men all had unique voices so you were able to figure out who was who without too much thought, but that was practically useless unless they spoke before launching themselves into you. Taehyung had been the most handsy with you thus far, so it wasn't too hard to figure out who was hanging from you. Scent has always been a strong sense that the majority of animals have, meanwhile, humans have a rather dull ability to pick up smells. Scientists had put an obsessive amount of effort into ensuring hybrids had an accelerated sense of smell, allowing them to protect their owners to the maximum! Until they were outlawed that is.
Your return home had sent a shock of chaos through the house, Jeongguk was first to pick up the unfamiliar new scent in the house, Namjoon following soon after. They knew Yoongi was downstairs, so if it was an intruder Yoongi would have alerted everyone by now, still the unease had settled into the four men. The smell was offputting, an overwhelming scent of lime filling the house. Taehyung had been the first to run to find the scent, his eyes narrowing when he found it had been coming from you all along. He didn’t mean to throw his body against you so forcefully, and thankfully he had caught his hand on the counter before your body could make an impact to it, an arm wrapped around your waist for added protection.
“Taehyung, watch it!” You huffed, pressing a hand to your chest. You could feel the fur of his tail brushing up against any bare skin it could find, the same nauseous feeling filled you like every other time fur managed to find its way to your skin. You didn't need your poor ribs being hit again.
The hybrid huffed, having to hold himself back from burying his nose in your neck. “You stink.”
You rolled your eyes, beginning to unpack the shopping. “Nice to see you too.”
The first time Taehyung had met Y/N had gone less than smoothly. The whole ordeal had been incredibly stressful and still is. Taehyung had found the stranger pretty, even with her hair knotted to hell, and the bags under her eyes looking like she had never known a day of sleep. Her glasses were sitting dangerously low on her nose, threatening to fall on the hard floors and crack. He had wanted nothing more than to push them up the bridge of her nose and smoothen out her hair. He couldn’t do any of that. Even now. Taehyung couldn't remember all the times he had to dig his nails into his palm to keep his hands still, to not reach out and touch you all over. It got trickier as the days dragged on. Whilst you had grown somewhat used to the touches, you weren't thrilled or comfortable with it. It was hard for Taehyung to accept that you weren't as instantly comfortable around him as he was with you, he wanted you to return his touches. Instead, you went stiff, robotic movements as try to go about your day before he interrupted with his love. He was thankful you reacted the same way to the rest of the hybrids in the house, and it wasn't directed solely toward him. Taehyung was sure you would get over your discomfort soon enough, you couldn't be spooked by your soulmate forever.
God, it had been so hard to concentrate on your words when all he could hear was ringing.
Tearing himself away from your skin was like ripping off his own skin. The animalistic side of his had already grown attached to your scent and it was demanding to be back in the safe aroma. Your scent is now associated with being home. With the feeling of safety and love, and so now, poor Taehyung couldn’t understand why you so smelt wrong. The smell of another person, another man, lingered on your clothes. It was frustrating Taehyung to no end, he wanted you to burn the clothes and take a long shower, scrub away the lingering smells of the outside world so he could replace it once again with his scent.
Taehyung watched mopily as you moved around the kitchen with easy, teasing banter with Yoongi coming with ease as you placed away all the groceries. The familiar pool of jealousy in Taehyungs stomach began to whirl making him feel nauseous. You seemed most comfortable around Yoongi and Taehyung hated it. What was so great about the overgrown cat? What was so special about him?
Yoongi seemed to catch onto the younger male's jealousy, his nose scrunching up at the foul smell that filled the room. Nothing smelt worse than jealousy. A smirk stretched over the elder man's lips, his brow quirking up at the monkey hybrid, almost daring his friend to try and do something.
You were still incredibly uneasy around Yoongi, nine out of ten times he had an unreadable expression; dark, void— calculating. He seemed to be prepared for every situation that could be thrown his way. But he had opened quickly, much faster than you had honestly expected. He was quick to make jokes, tease you, and annoy you to your wit's end. Your similar personalities had made it easy for you to find some comfort around him, not shutting yourself as quickly. You happily engaged in banter with the hybrid. Despite the comfortable bubble you both had made for yourselves, you quickly noticed he kept his distance, his tail tucked away every time the two of you were in the same room. It had taken a while for you to pick up on the habit, and you had quickly realized he did it because of you. He was considering your discomfort. The stress that overtook your brain after realizing he was hiding parts of himself away when you were in the room had your stomach churning. Had you offended him? Said something without thinking? That wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for you. Your mouth never knew when to shut the fuck up.
It turned out, Yoongi knew of your hatred of animals. Your brother had shared the stories of you screaming and sobbing like you had witnessed a murder whenever a dog's tail would touch you. He had been trying to make you feel comfortable, and God, did that make the guilt in your gut grow. You were so focused on your discomfort around the men, that you hadn't taken into consideration that you might be making them uncomfortable for something they can't help.
“Y/N, dinner is ready!”
You peeked over your phone, smiling at Jimin who was leaning so far over toward you, you were worried he was about to drop and crush you. It hadn’t taken you long to pick up how affectionate Jimin was. The way he clung to his brothers, always seeming to have a hand on someone. Jimin had been one of the first of the hybrids you got comfortable with, Seokjin being the very first and Jimin following very closely behind. He would bring you warm drinks and sweet snacks, and ask you questions about your job hunt, what University had been like, and hobbies you had. You genuinely liked to be around him. The 'friendship' you had started to develop with Jimin and Seokjin was very different from that of Yoongi, the level of comfort you felt compared to was very different.
The only downfall to being in Jimin’s company was the giant, bushy tail that always found its way to you. He was always quick to apologize, and you would feel the guilt begin to burn in your stomach, especially after your realization with Yoongi. So you had started to put a conscious effort into your facial expressions, trying to hide the annoyance or disgust that would usually coat your features when their tails made any contact with your skin.
“Who cooked?” You asked worriedly, reaching a hand out to the boy in front of you. He readily grabbed your hand, helping pull you up into a sitting position. He made no effort to let go of your hand, his eyes crinkling as he laughed at your skepticism.
“Yoongi and Tae, I promise it’s good.” You narrowed your eyes, looking for any hint of a lie before you nodded pulling both your bodies off the cosy sofa.
“If I die, I’ll haunt you.”
Jimin laughed, rolling his eyes. “I wouldn’t let you die. Not under my watch!”
Stilling holding hands, Jimin pulled you to the kitchen. You couldn’t see it, but the others saw it very clearly. The smug grin on the silver-haired male, the tightened grip he put on your hand. “I found her!” He sang, gently pulling you over to a chair, and helping you sit down before snagging the seat beside you.
“No shit.” Yoongi snorted, dropping into his seat at the opposite end of the table. You grinned at his bitter attitude, before looking up at Taehyung who was beginning to place large bowls of salads and other mixes of food that matched each hybrid's diets along the middle of the table, and a large plate being passed around the table with the steak you had bought that morning.
Taehyung looked down at you, a tiny smile on his lips as he placed an empty plate with cutlery on top in front of you. You mouthed a thank you to him before turning to the large feast ahead. You weren’t sure where to start, or what exactly each dish was made up and Jimin must’ve noticed your slow start compared to everyone else who had already started eating. He scoffed, nudging your shoulder lightly before he began to pile your plate with steak and a small side of a fruity-looking salad. You couldn’t help the questioning look you gave him. It wasn’t a common combination.
You had been too fixated on teasing Jimin for his choices of food to notice three pairs of eyes narrowing in on the hybrid who hovered over you, nor did you notice the smug grin on his lips. He was proud of the attention you were giving him, all focused on him and nobody else. His brothers didn’t exist to you at this moment, you were all for him.
A/N: Hi loves well look at that chapter 1 is here a day before it was supposed to be lol I hope you all enjoy also there is a taglist for this so please let me know if you want on it!
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The day that my mom died was the day that my life stopped I didn’t eat, I didn’t drink and I was on the brink of a metal break down. I was so used to having her in my daily life so now that she was gone I couldn’t function. My life seemed to change the day that her lawyer called and asked me to go to his office so that he could read me her will, I honestly didn’t want to hear her will but I went anyway.
“Y/N? My name is Alex I am your mom’s lawyer” I shook his hand and sat down “Now your mom did leave you a number of things but before we get into that she left you a letter that she wants you to read along with this envelope I will leave you to gather your thoughts have an amazing day!” I said a quick thank you and slowly grabbed the envelope before taking a deep breath and opening it, the letter sounded just like her she wanted me to be happy, to continue living my life, and she wanted me to meet the love of my life she was gone yet she was still worried about me.
The end of the letter kind of confused me and scared me “Now I want you to take this was a grain of salt but don’t accept their offer I love you so much babygirl” I didn’t even realize I was crying at the end of the letter I missed her so much.
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A few days later I got a call from my mom’s lab were she worked asking if I would come in they wanted to ask me something I figured it was reated to my mom so I went in later that evening.
“We are so sorry for your lose Y/N, your mom talked about you a lot eveytime we saw her she had something new to say about you” I smiled at the thought of my mom doing that she was always one of those moms that if you did something small she would tell the world about it. “Before your mom passed away we were working on a project, we think that hybrids are real we have had some sightings from other scientist that there are some deep in a forest in Asia your mother never got to go so we were wondering if you would like to go in her place we know that you are studying biology we wouldn’t want any else but you to come with us” you were confused because your mom never told you about a project but she was also really sick in her last day’s you figured that you would do it if your mom wanted to and she never got to then the least that you could do was go with them “When are we leaving”
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Why did it have to be you of course you would allow your pride to get ahead of you and now here you are alone in the middle of a forest everything and anything in here wants to kill you and can without a second to spare.
Your mom always told you that your pride would be your downfall and here you are, man you wished you had listened to her I am sure that, that is what she meant by not to trust anyone because you are sure you are going to die out here maybe if you listened to anybody you wouldn’t be in this situation you would be at home with a nice cup of coffee rewatching episodes of your favorite TV show.
But no here you are deep in the forest looking for research without anybody but it was kind of your fault you decided it would be in your best interest to run off by yourself and when you tried to go back and look for the others they were gone you tried screaming but you didn’t get a reply oh my why did it have to be you!
When you finally got to a stopping place the first tear fell you were so scared you were scared of the forest and you were scared of yourself why did your mom have to go why couldn’t she take you with her “Pull yourself together Y/N they already think that you are weak just suck it up” but that didn’t work in fact the tears just kept coming down, when you looked up you realized it was night time and on top of that you could feel something creeping up on you and watching you, with little to know army training you didn’t know what to do but you did remember your dad teaching you how to make a fire so you figured making a torch would require the same steps.
You found a stick and grabbed a lighter out of your backpack you tried lighting the stick on fire but it wasn’t working you suddenly felt something drip on your shoulder a little scream came out of your mouth as you jumped back and away from anything that could harm you, you lit the lighter again but in the direction of where you were standing before.
You saw something dripping from a leaf it looked like sap you thought that, that might help with lighting the torch so you put the stick under it and let the sap drip onto it.
When your anxiety couldn’t take it anymore you quickly pulled the stick away and tried to light it on fire again but this time it worked, your happiness didn’t last long when you pointed the torch behind you and saw eyes a ton of them looking at you, the eyes suddenly started to come at you, you quickly pointed the fire at them thinking it would scare them away but they just kept on coming “Stay back!” you screamed as you slowly started to walk backwards but you weren’t paying attention and you tripped over a tree stomp the things used that as an advantage and they ran at you, accepting that you would probably die you closed your eyes and turned away.
A loud cry made you open your eyes and you were met with three men that were killing them you didn’t know if you should escape will those wild animals were distracted but all those thoughts soon faded away when you saw what was killing them those three men were hybrids that was why you were here you were looking for the hybrids.
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You didn’t want to interrupt them as they stood over the dead animals and started to talk in this language that you didn’t understand, you turned around to leave but was met with a knife in your face you quickly put your hands up in surrender “I-i’m sorry I wasn’t trying to do anything I am lost, I can’t find my friends, these things just tried to kill me I didn’t mean any harm please, p-please don’t kill me” you spoke nervously another guy stepped out from behind a tree how many were there.
“We aren’t going to kill you if you tell us why your here”
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They were so quiet as they walked you through the forest you could feel some of their eye on you but they didn’t dare to say anything neither did you, before long you guys came to a clearing “What is a disgusting human like you doing here” one of them said, well that didn’t help your nerves at all you could practically feel your hear beat increase and your sure they want to kill you and eat you for dinner “I-I” you took a deep breath before you started again “I am here with a research team who was looking for you, I am only here because my mom wanted to see you but- I was planning on leaving as soon as I found you” they all looked at you with curiosity in their eyes
✨ M/N has a bad day, from terrible dysphoria, to coffee being tossed at him for messing up an order.. The boys are having none of it, and decide they’ll do their best to cheer their boyfriend up!! ✨
✨ Warnings : Dysphoria, slight sexual content (not much, just sleepy Jimin), and minor angst ✨
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✨ You had texted your boyfriends a few minutes ago, telling them you’d be home early and that you would not be in a good mood, and that you’d be going to bed early. Of course they had a moment of worry, Seokjin calling you to ask what had happened.
You gladly explained.
You told him how at work you had been misgendered many times, remembering how this morning you felt masculine and good about yourself unlike usual. You told him about how when you messed up this old mans order, he decided that splashing you with the coffee you were happy to take back all over your shirt, burning you in the process. You even told him how your boss yelled at you for letting the man do that, saying that a real man would know how to avoid that..
Though what you didn’t tell him, is that your car broke down on the way home, calling from a phone booth because your phone, surprise surprise, was dead.
To say the least, it took you a good two hours to get home, the sound of cars driving by, skin burning, stinging as your hoodie rubs against it. It hurt to say the least, and what hurt more is that you couldn’t just ask your boyfriends to pick you up, sweep you off your feet, and just hold you.
You finally arrive at home, tears filling your eyes as you open the door, the sound of the boys shouting in the living room heard, though it dies down when they hear the creak of the door. You walked in, kicking off your shoes, tossing your things to the floor as the seven dwarves walk in, seeing their prince on the verge of tears. You cringe when the burn starts to sting once again, them noticing making Seokjin rush to your side, which was your breaking point.
You broke into sobs, your usually cool and collected self breaking down in his arms, clinging to him despite the pain from the burn on your chest.
“Seokjin, please get his burn tended to and we’ll finish setting up cuddle night.” Namjoon hums out softly, kneeling to Kiss you gently on the forehead before getting up to leave, dragging the boys along to the large room you all shared when at home together.
“Lets get you cleaned up baby alright?” Seokjin whispers, his hand rubbing soothing circles into your back as you stayed teary eyed, holding him close only able to nod. ✨
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✨ Seokjin had carried you, tending to your burns showering you in kisses and compliments, making your heart flutter and giggle shyly. Seeing you smile finally after crying, your eyes still red but your smile shy and genuine.
“Alright M/N, ready for cuddle night?” He asks, his smile gentle and kind as he finished up, a clean binder on your chest and along with bandages on your burns. You nod at his words, moving to get up before he stops you, picking you up himself making you laugh.
“I may be hurt but I can still walk you know.” You snort out, a smile on your face as you hug the broad shouldered male.
“I know, but you already did so much walking already, and you deserve it so let me do this for you.” Seokjin smiles, kissing the side of your head as he opens the washroom door walking to the huge bedroom. What was inside made you gasp excitedly, fairy lights on the walls lighting the room just enough to see your boys sitting on the bed. They all looked so cozy as well, all in their pjs, which was hoodies and their boxers, Hoseok, Jungkook, and Jimin shirtless unlike the other three who were buried in hoodies.
Namjoon had a book out, glasses perked on his nose with Yoongi hugging him, already half asleep with his eyes drooping closed. Taehyung and Jungkook were playing Overwatch it seemed, controllers in their hands with the TV shining brightly, showing the different characters they played, Jungkook playing Widowmaker and Taehyung playing Tracer.
Hoseok and Jimin were cuddling, their heads perking up when they see the light from the door opening, exclaiming your name in excitement as Seokjin places you on the floor, telling you to get into your pjs so cuddle night can commence.
You of course obey, asking them to look away while you change to which they all agreed to, pausing their games, hiding faces in shoulders and blankets while you put on your (Jungkook’s) hoodie with ease, putting on a pair of boxers before slipping into the bed making head perk up and arms open.
“Cuddle time!” Seokjin exclaims, turning the TV to a different setting so he can play a movie in the background. Of course it made whines escape the two youngest of the group, making you giggle as you maneuvered yourself between Hoseok and Jimin, Hoseok being quick to press up against you. Jimin whined, claiming that Hoseok was hogging you, but you opened your arms and he was quick to hold you and bury his face in your neck, wrapping your legs around the boy with a giggle.
The TV now playing a movie, the two youngest now whining like Jimin about how you were being hogged got smacked upside the head by Yoongi, who you had thought to be asleep.
It was moments like these that made you smile and become oh so grateful, they were just so perfect..
“I don’t deserve you all.” You finally whisper out, eyes closed as you cling to Jimin who’s breath was tickling your neck, not enough to make you giggle though. You can hear how everyone stops what they’re doing, before Jungkook pipes up,
“Who told you that? They’re a terrible liar.” He snorts, crossing his arms lying on Jimin who groaned at the sudden weight on him.
“I don’t know, I just.. You’re all so sweet, and I’m so.. Not sweet..” You mumble, a pout forming at your lips as you look at Jungkook who was also pouting at you, hair in his beautiful face making you reach up to move some out of his eyes.
“Sour. The word you’re looking for is sour.” Namjoon pipes up, before continuing, “But you are anything but sour my love, if anything you are the sweetest, most precious of us all. You deserve the world my love, and we won’t accept you thinking anything else but that.”
The boys nod at his words, hums of agreement, making you smile shyly with your eyes darting down to Jimin’s head of hair, it’s not soft but.. It’s still comforting, and you’ve always loved running your hands through it, even when his hair was oh so dead from all the bleaching and dying. Your eyes tear up, but this time its of joy rather then frustration, kissing Jimin on the head, then Jungkook on the nose as they were the closest aside from Hoseok who was behind you, kissing the back of your neck with a gentle smile on his face.
“Thank you..” You whisper, before having each of the boys come close to pepper you in kisses, being held tightly in place by Hoseok and Jimin. You can’t help but giggle, clinging to the boy in front of you trying to hide away, though it isn’t very successful as Seokjin grabs you gently pressing a Kiss to your lips.
“We love you M/N, never forget that.” He whispers, lips still against yours as he moves to rest his forehead against yours.
“And I love you all too, more then you could ever imagine.” ✨
“Now, Hold me Closer you big dorks it’s cuddle time!!” ✨
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✨ Cuddle time was amazing to say the least, the boys showering you in love, their precious boyfriend who they loved dearly who couldn’t stop blushing and giggling.
You were half asleep, Seokjin had left a few minutes ago, the pile smaller and emptier with one missing, all of you whining in protest when he says he needs to make dinner for you all. You were still placed between Hoseok and Jimin who had fallen asleep, now playing Overwatch with Jungkook and Taehyung despite how little you played. You just wanted to join in, mostly bugging the two by being annoying and stealing kills from them with a giggle.
Before long, the smell of food came up to the door and Seokjin was calling the group of cuddle bugs for dinner, Namjoon the first to start getting up. He woke up Yoongi while you and the two youngest boys of the group moved to wake Hobi and Jimin, with you pinching Jimin lightly, to which he responded to biting your neck in response.
While Hobi was basically jumped by the two other boys, making him scream and fall off the bed with Tae and Jungkook.
To say the least it took a bit, with Jimin nipping at your neck making you squeak and move about, taking Yoongi to pull him off grumbling about how he needed to hold himself back no matter how sweet you looked. You all eventually made it out of bed to eat, some of the boys half asleep at dinner was served and everybody dug in.
It was quiet and sweet to say the least, everyone basking in each others presence as everyone ate quietly, everyone thanking Seokjin for the meal with a sleepy smile on their faces.
Everyone helped clean up at least a little, with you at the sink despite how the boys told you to go to bed.. You couldn’t help it, you were just the type of boy who loved to help, you couldn’t stand seeing your hard working boys do everything.
Seokjin hugged you from behind once the boys went back to the shared room, swaying from side to side humming softly as you did the dishes.
“I love you.” He whispers, his humming coming to a stop as he kisses the back of your head, making you shyly smile, eyes still to the sink before whispering a small. “I love you too, Kim Seokjin.”
The rest of the night was spent in bed uttering small ‘I love you’s and kisses, giggles and jokes thrown around. It was such a terrible day, but coming home to your boys made your day flip around, all you could do was smile now, the burn long forgotten and your heart fluttering. If we’re being honest, all the bad things from the day were long forgotten, you now snoring soundly in Jungkook’s arms who was kissing you gently.
Namjoon behind you, he was also placing kisses into your hair, hands on your hips as he rubs circles soothingly into your bare skin.
Moments like these.. They were irreplaceable, and you always wanted more, no matter how greedy it sounds it’s just that it was so much love, and you always wanted to drown in it. It was just that good.
hey i’m so sorry!! i don’t know if you are accepting requests, but if u are, and are able to, can you do one where f!reader is the eighth member and they’re all dating her?? i’d prefer just pure fluff, but anything is fine. if u don’t want to, it’s totally fine, thank you so much!! ♡
Bursting with Love
A/N: I really did love writing this!!! Thank you so much for your request! It’s more of how you started dating them, but if you want I can do certain scenes if you want🙈💜
Word count: 1535
Summary: How you start dating all of the members plus some extra moments
Poly BTS x reader
* So you joined BTS and grew close to all the members pretty quickly
* The members would all take care of you because you were the baby if the group along with jungkook
* But jungkook loves to baby you, too
* He was happy he was finally able to do the banging instead of the other way around
* Some small things they would all do:
* Jin would always wake you and the others up and when you did wake up for breakfast he kissed your forehead as a greeting
* If you woke up early you would help him make the breakfast for the others
* He really enjoyed that alone time he has with you
* He would joke around and do anything to see a smile on your face
* Yoongi gave you his studio password to go in there anytime you wanted whether he was there or not
* But he’d rather be there
* Not because he didn’t trust you, but because he wanted to spend time with you
* Sometimes when you went in there sleepy, sick, or just in a cuddly mood he would let you sit on his lap
* Your head would be in the crook of his neck with your legs on either side of his
* He would have one hand rubbing your back unless he needed it for a quick moment
* When he finished his work he took you to his room to continue to cuddle on his bed
* Hoseok absolutely loved you from the moment you met
* He would squish your cheeks at any moment
* When you were anywhere for work like photoshoots, recordings for the music videos, or an award show, he would make sure to joke around with you and the other maknaes so none of you would get bored
* He loved to ruffle your hair too
* The stylists did not love how he ruffled your hair, though
* It didn’t stop him
* If he was around, your hair is now ruffled
* Namjoon was very caring towards you
* He never wanted you to overwork yourself or starve yourself
* He hated to see you in pain whether it was mentally or physically
* The others did too!
* But he would always check what was on your schedule for that week to see if it was too demanding
* If he thought it was he would bring it up to the managers and make sure it was changed
* And if you did get overwhelmed he was always there for you
* Whether that was a deep talk or just letting you cry into his chest
* Jimin was a natural koala
* He would latch himself into you if you were within five feet of him
* If you were on your period, he would rub your tummy with his hand if he was near you
* They all had an app on their phone to track your period so they knew when it was coming
* He didn’t run your tummy concerts, though
* He was worried what fans would assume
* But if you were struggling to fall asleep he would be there for you in a second and cradle you to him
* While he was rubbing your tummy
* Even if you weren’t on your period, he still loved to run your tummy
* Taehyung was a pretty good koala, too
* If one of you had nightmares or just wanted to sleep with someone, you would go to each other’s rooms to cuddle
* He would wrap himself around you, instead of his stuffed animals or pillow
* He preferred you to hold at night than any other thing
* He would usually watch idéalas with you during that time or when you were bored at photo shoots, backstage, etc
* Neither of you were allowed to watch the kdrama without the other there
* Jungkook was very caring towards you, because you were younger than him
* The two of you shared a room, so that lead to many late nights
* Sometimes playing video games
* Others just seeing who could make the worst dad jokes
* Jin did yell at you for the video games, but he let you off the hook a little when you told him you were up making dad jokes
* Both of you cuddled all the time to
* Just like jungkook likes cuddling up to Hoseok, because of his smell, he did the same to you
* And a few years after all of your debuts, they all started to realize how much they really loved you and each other
* They all confessed how they felt, and realized that they al felt the same way towards each other and you
* Then they started dating each other
* They decided they would tell you about it, and ask you to join
* You don’t understand nervous until you have seen them
* They were worried about everything going so badly
* They knew you loved them, but what if you don’t love them like THAT
* But one night after a long day of practice
* After everyone was showered😂
* They all cuddled up together for a movie night....and chickened out of asking you then
* So they worked up the courage again, and took you to the beach while they were on tour
* Everyone enjoyed it all day
* Yoongi loved to watch everyone splashing around in the water
* And then jungkook and Hoseok grabbed yoongi and forced him into the water
* He grumbled but he was happy to join in anyway
* Close to sunset Jin and yoongi went out to grab food, because you guys already finished what you brought for lunch and dinner
* Taehyung came up with the idea for dessert
* And then when they saw how excited you got for it, they went to go grab dessert
* When they came back they saw everyone cuddled up to each other, and were excited to join in
* So you all ate your dessert, and we’re comfortably full
* Hoseok said “there is one ting we have been meaning to ask you..”
* When you asked what he got shy, and waited for someone else to continue
* Namjoon luckily didn’t
* He mentioned how they all loved you and you quickly answered with how you love them
* He then continued by mentioning how a little while ago they were all talking and you were brought up
* Taehyng piped up and mentioned how they all mentioned you and mentioned each other in the same light
* Then namjoon said they they all felt the same way about each other and you
* You could tell they were stalling, and that made you on the edge of your seat...or towel? In the sand?
* Jimin got brave and mentioned how they all started dating each other
* You were only slightly surprised
* You knew how much they all loved each other, and at some point is was almost expected that dating between members would occur
* Jin continued by saying “ we all love each other very much...and...we love you like that too”
* He slowly got quieter as he got shyer
* You, however, smiled with joy
* You have known that you have liked ALL of them for a while now
* Jungkook said “ we were wondering if you would like to like.. join us?”
* He was blushing so deep
* You were out of this world in joy!
* You jumped up and grabbed the closest member to you-yoongi
* You koala-ed him and said yes
* They were all so happy that you agreed to be theirs
* They all cuddled you that night
* Instead of going to separate rooms to sleep at the hotel
* They all squished into one bed with you at the center
* When you woke up you saw namjoon looking at you with love in his eyes
* He asked how you slept and when you replied with good and vice versa
* He was just happy to be able to wake up next to all of the loves of his life
FAST FORWARD
* Ever since then all the members became so much more loving towards you
* You didn’t think they could, but they could
* Everyone checked in on each other to make sure that everyone was ok
* If someone wasn’t, well there was plenty of love and help to boost them back up
* Back at the dorm you still did have separate beds, but also got a gigantic bed that all of you could share
* More often than not you would pile into that room
* It was just so comforting to be surrounded but such warmth and love
* You felt like you were bursting with love for all of them
* You never expected to be so full and bursting with love
* Whenever you were in America you were always cooing at how cute their English is
* LIKE ITS SO CUTE🙈
* And literally any time you did anything they were cooing at your cuteness
* Which didn’t really even bother you, because you are so use to being babied by them
* They knew you had many idol friends, some of which were male, and they weren’t jealous per say, but they really fathered you would pay attention to them
* And if any of them pouted you had no choice but to cave to their wishes
* But all of you knew, no matter what happened you would always go back to each other at night for cuddles!!
They were beloved. The very ground they walked on worshiped. It had been that way since before you were born and it would remain that way even after your choice. Decisions decisions, it would decide your future. But why choose one when you could choose them all? If you chose none, well... that wasn’t a decision you could make.
AN: This is for the person who requested an ot7 sugar daddy story where bts are yandere. Sorry, it took so long, but this ended up being a three-part story. Hope everyone enjoys it!
Trigger Warning: The following story contains mentions of manipulation, abuse, and vivid descriptions of abusive acts. The behavior and mindset of the characters in this will be incredibly yandere and toxic. This is a work of fiction and doesn’t represent the character of bangtan sonyeondan. Enjoy ~~~
Word Count: 7,115
killingmesoftlywithhislove
Dear Ms. [Y/l/n]
We regret to inform you that your application has been denied. Unfortunately, you do not have the qualities or qualifications necessary to work as a crew member under McDonalds’ incorporated Inc. We wish you the best of luck in your future endeavors. Have a nice day.
Now, you weren’t conceited enough to think that it was impossible for your job application to be denied. You understood when you graduated university that finding employment would be difficult, but you also weren’t dense enough not to notice a pattern. This had been your tenth application and the same thing would always happen: you’d apply, they interview you, be ecstatic to hire you, and in under forty-eight hours you would receive a polite email where they would tell inform you that you didn’t have the ‘qualifications’ or ‘didn’t fit their image.’ You had done an internship at a top-notch telecommunications company, graduated in three years, and were in the top one percentile. How were you not qualified to flip burgers at McDonald's?! A deep sigh left your body as you pressed your forehead against the kitchen table, trying to calm yourself down. “Bad news again?” Sihyeon said exiting the bathroom, her hair perfectly styled into soft waves and a tight purple cocktail dress adorning her figure. “It just doesn’t make any sense. Why would I keep getting rejected? Is there something I’m not seeing?” You were exasperated and couldn’t help the tears that came to your eyes.
You wanted independence and to maintain yourself. Here you go…Sure you knew being an adult wasn’t easy and despite how naïve they called you, the struggle was always part of the journey. Despite this, it felt like there was something you were missing as if someone was playing a cruel joke on you. “You could always call them,” Sihyeon remarked as she put on her heels. “No. Absolutely not. I haven’t stooped that low.” Your roommate sighed and walked over to where you were sitting, leaning over the chair and giving you a back hug. “You don’t have to start again, but maybe just ask them for advice. Or at least talk to Hoseok. He always knows what to do.” Sihyeon was just trying to help, had she known everything she would have never suggested you go back. She might have even prohibited it. Her not knowing was for her own safety though and for it not to affect her relationship with her ‘clients’ as she called them. “Maybe, I don’t know. Hurry up you don’t want to be late.” There was fear in your eyes and Sihyeon noticed but being the friend, she is she merely kissed your cheek and promised to text you when she arrived and left. It didn’t matter, Sihyeon wouldn’t come home tonight but it was a matter of precaution. Being a sugar baby was a dangerous profession at times and you, unfortunately, found that out far too late.
You stared at your phone intensely, the face reflecting back being one of fear but desperation. Maybe she’s right. I just have to text one of them and ask for advice, the others won’t find out and I’ll go on merrily. It couldn’t be Hoseok though, he had been the first one you met and the one you had been the most hurt by. Seokjin was a better option: he was more rational and arguably the one you had spent the least amount of time with. Yes, Seokjin is the better option. Grabbing your phone, you opened the messaging app and pressed create a new message. When you found his contact, you hovered slightly over it, debating whether this was the right choice or not. Seokjin wasn’t fond of texting and preferred talking, saying there was far too much room for misinterpretation through text. You weren’t sure you could hold a conversation with him, but maybe leaving a voice mail might not hurt. So, you pressed the green phone icon and waited until the ringing echoed, it was funny how you knew exactly when he would pick up: always on the fifth ring. “Kim Seokjin speaking.” Fuck. “Hi, it’s [Y/n] [Y/l/n], I’m sorry to call you at such an unfortunate time. Are you busy?” You were tripping over your own words and were anxious at what his reply might be. “I’m always busy. What do you want?” Seokjin had never been the most affectionate individual, but the complete lack of human emotion in his voice let you know he no longer cared.
“You know what, never mind. Forget I called. I apologize for taking up your time.” You bit your lip and began to pace around the small apartment. This had been a mistake. Of course, he would hate your guts now, wouldn’t all of them? They felt used and abandoned. Their worst fear, materializing in the flesh. You waited for him to reply rudely or simply to hang up, but he didn’t. “[Y/n] I don’t have time to discuss this right now. Meet me tonight at St. Pierre’s around seven. I’ll be at the bar.” It was something you would end regretting later, you were sure of it. Nonetheless, you agreed to meet Seokjin there in hopes that he could help. All you could do was hope he didn’t misunderstand the purpose of your call or inform the other six. You could only pray.
St. Pierre’s was an upper-class restaurant that was a hybrid between French and Italian cuisine. It was in the heart of the city, but due to its ridiculous price and it always been booked only the elite of society got to enjoy it. You had the pleasure of being there three times in your life: when you met Hoseok, when you met the others, and now. Its elegant fifteenth-century inspired interior mixed the haunting roman architecture was a sight to behold. The bar, in itself, looked like something crafted by Rafael with it being made completely out of marble. It was something that when you had first come you had been afraid of touching, thinking that your second-class status would somehow ruin its elegance. The bar was mostly desolate except for a couple at the very corner sipping on wine. You could tell by her age and his demeanor their relationship: the younger man laughed but didn’t reach his eyes. His suit while fitted wasn’t of high fabric merely an imitation. The clothes she wore were simple, but anyone with a fine eye could tell the quality far surpassed anything bought at a department store. Before you would’ve never noticed things like this but being around them had changed the way you viewed the world. It also made it easy to spot anyone who was a sugar baby when you had been one not so long ago. Those thoughts brought a soft smile to your face as you remember how it all began…
_Thirteen Months Ago_
“Lola?”
You looked up from your phone to see a handsome man in a silk black buttoned-down and tight slacks standing in front of you. His face exactly like the profile picture, you had just been staring at. “Jung Hoseok?” You asked, standing up to greet him. To your surprise, instead of shaking your hand the man immediately went for a hug. “It’s nice to meet you. I have to admit I was a bit worried that you wouldn’t look like your picture.” There was relief in his voice and you too had worried about the same thing. “Yeah, same.” The two of you sat down with a waiter coming over and pouring water into the empty glasses before dismissing himself. Hoseok seemed to be analyzing you, taking in every detail of your face, it was a bit unnerving. As was the silence between the two of you. “Sorry, I’ve never done this before, so I don’t really know what to do…” You trailed off fiddling with the hem of your dress. “It's okay, I’m not an expert either nor do I expect you to be. Why don’t you start out by telling me about yourself? Like what about your name?” Hoseok smiled, leaning back into his chair. How did he? “How do you know Lola isn’t my name?” You questioned before it dawned on you that he didn’t, and you had just revealed it yourself. If you could facepalm at that moment you would’ve. “You don’t look like a Lola. That and I called your name like twice before.” Oh. You licked your lips before speaking, “[Y/n.]” If possible, Hoseok smiled even wider. His lips resembling a heart. “So [Y/n] why do you want to start sugaring?”
_Present_
“I thought the last time we spoke you said you never wanted to see any of us again.” Kim Seokjin looked like something out a romantic era painting, with his sharp yet delicate features. The way he was human but gave off this grandeurs aura few could give. You toyed around with the straw in your drink, it was sprite with a lime in it to make it look like alcohol. If you were intoxicated, you would make bad decisions and god knows this already was one. “Last time we spoke was today and you said to meet you here.” He hated when you play dumb, you weren’t doing it on purpose, but rather to avoid the inevitable. Best not to dwell on the past for it wouldn’t bring it back. Seokjin took a seat on the barstool next to yours, waving the bartender away when he came forward. It seems he wasn’t keen on drinking either, not that you could blame him. “To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you? It’s not every day an ex-lover calls to chat.” His words were meant to appear light, but you could see the way his jaw was locked, and his teeth were slightly clenched. Ex-lover. There was a problem.
“I was never your lover Jin, that isn’t what we agreed on. We also never spoke of becoming lovers.” Subconsciously you reached out towards him, but the second your fingers touched his Seokjin recoiled; as if being burnt by your touch. It hurt. “Well then, why did you call me [Y/n]?” The longer you stared into his eyes, the more you knew this wasn’t going to work. There was pain, wrath, but also insanity swirling around in his pupils. Seokjin could only take so much until he cracked, and you didn’t want a repeat of that night. “I’m sorry Jin, this was a mistake. I’m sorry for wasting your time and taking up your night. I hope you have a good life.” You took out your wallet and dropped what you owed before attempting to slide off the chair. Attempt was the right word, as Seokjin immediately took hold of your forearm prohibiting you from leaving. “We aren’t done talking until you tell me why you called me.” His voice had lowered significantly, his hand applying more pressure to your arm by the second. “Seokjin, you’re hurting me. Let go.” You whimpered, trying to pull your arm away. It only served to have him pull you closer, your body taut against his.
“You hurt us, [Y/n]. You made us fall for you, only to toss us aside when we weren’t necessary. Now what you come back only to parade in front of me and then abandon me again, I don’t think so.” Tears began to spring to your eyes as a deranged look overtook Seokjin. Your arm turning white from lack of blood. It was the way he had stared at you that night. The way they all stared at you. It made you want to cry out for help, thankfully you didn’t have to. “Is everything okay?” You didn’t recognize the voice, but when you turned you saw it was the older lady with her sugar baby beside her. The woman’s elegant features wrinkled into a frown at your expression. Seokjin immediately released you and masked his face, “Everything is fine. Sorry if we scared you.” You took the opportunity to excuse yourself and head straight for the exit. Ordering an uber and getting in, before Seokjin could find you.
_Eleven Months Ago_
Hoseok and you had a lunch date scheduled with a business partner of his. The two of them trying to acquire a developing technology from an old ahjussi. You were there to entertain his wife who Hoseok had described as ‘simple-minded but nice.’ You weren’t sure if it was a compliment or not. You also weren’t sure of your role only that you were Hoseok’s date. Though the two of you had spent some time together it was usually alone, Hoseok wasn’t a fan of public outings and since learning of his position as head of a major corporation, neither were you. “You look stunning.” Hoseok had told you, when you had met him at the restaurant thirty minutes before the meeting was scheduled. Hoseok had gifted you a baby blue cap sleeve dress to wear today and you loved it. The two of you had never really agreed on your payment: sometimes it would be gifts, outings, or sometimes he would deposit five hundred dollars to into your PayPal account.
“Oh, I have a friend I would love for you to meet. His name is Kim Seokjin, we’ve known each other since high school.” From the fondness in his tone, it seemed Seokjin meant a lot to Hoseok. So, you smiled and nodded, hoping the man was as nice as Hoseok described him to be. Not even five minutes later, a black Audi pulled up to the curve and out stepped a man so beautiful, the gods might envy him. He quickly looked around and smiled the moment his eyes met Hoseok’s. That must be him. Seokjin handed the car keys to the valet and walked towards the two of you, his eyes never leaving Hoseok as the two embraced. “How have you been, Hobi? I haven’t seen you in forever.” His voice was higher pitched than you had imagined, but it suited him somehow. The two exchanged pleasantries until the focus shifted onto you. “Jin this is [Y/n]. She’s the one I’ve been telling you about.” You didn’t know why Hoseok had been speaking to his friends about you, but all those thoughts disappeared when Seokjin finally looked at you.
There was such potency and intimacy in his stare, you felt as if the world around you had faded and all that was left was him and you. Seokjin’s eyes trailed down your body as if he was drinking you in. You should’ve known he was trouble just from that. What should’ve tipped you off to how dangerous he truly was, is how he was able to return to normalcy in the blink of an eye. “Nice to meet you, [Y/n]. Hope we can be friends.” Seokjin had no intention of being friends with you and you had known it since then.
_Present_
It wasn’t until you reached your apartment and fished your phone out of your clutch that you saw all the missed messages and calls from Sihyeon. Fearing the worst, you immediately called her, “Sihyeon what’s going on?” Tonight had been stressful and things were only going to get worse. “[Y/n] you won’t believe what I just find out. I was speaking to Jeonhan about your situation and he said he would investigate it. Well, he dug around, and you’ve been blacklisted by Kim Communications. That’s why you can’t get a job.” It took all of your will power in that second not to scream, rage, or break down into a fit of tears. “Sihyeon I’ll have to call you back.” You didn’t even wait until she replied, simply hanging up. The sob that had been latched in your throat since this morning finally escaped and you broke down, falling to the floor.
If you could turn back time and never have met them, you would. If you could turn back time and never had agreed to become their sugar baby or even going on that stupid trip you would’ve. Hindsight is always twenty-twenty, and you would have to live with the consequences of your actions. It would be so much easier to crawl into bed and cry yourself to sleep, but you had already gotten out of that phase weeks ago. Plus, you would be damned if you gave them the satisfaction of seeing you broken without them. You willed yourself to stop crying and opened your phone once again, going straight for the bastard’s contact. He might have blocked you, who knows, Jimin was the pettiest but Taehyung wasn’t too far behind apparently. Not only had he fucked with your feelings, but with your livelihood and that was not acceptable. Nor would you take it in stride. Despite being older it seems Taehyung couldn’t take the high road.
Y/l/n Y/n: I know what you did.
Kim Taehyung: Well if it isn’t Miss Independent.
Y/l/n Y/n: This is serious Taehyung. Why would you do something like this?
Kim Taehyung: Do what? ;)
Y/l/n Y/n: I’ll sue you for defamation of character.
Kim Taehyung: You don’t have the money to do that.
You threw your phone against the pillows and watched it bounce back onto the mattress. Taehyung had always caused your blood to boil, but instead of passion, all that you felt was pure hatred. But why? Taehyung had once offered you a job at his company, as his secretary of course. He would often joke about the rendezvous the two of you would have while the rest of the office remained oblivious. Most of the times you would shoot down his ideas, telling him you didn’t want to get a job simply because you were screwing the boss. Sometimes though you would entertain his delusions. Teasing him about this or that: anywhere from getting him coffee in the mornings to quickies during the break. Taehyung never seemed to understand that you were joking, however. It got to the point where he nearly submitted a fake application for you, the only reason it didn’t happen was because of the trip the eight of you took and the aftermath of it. Your phone’s screen lit up once again, Taehyung having sent another message.
Kim Taehyung: Meet me for lunch tomorrow and we can discuss it.
Y/l/n Y/n: You wish.
You received an email from Paypal, the subject being a new transaction. Your curiosity was piqued, so you opened the app: seven hundred dollars had just been sent to you from Taehyung’s account. If you had been upset before that action was a slap to the face. A scoff exited your lips and you went back to the previous screen, typing away as fast as you could.
Y/l/n Y/n: Go fuck yourself Kim Taehyung.
Kim Taehyung: Why when I can pay you to do it?
At that point, no words could describe how you felt. You blocked his number, refunded the money, and turned off your phone. Today had been a long day and tomorrow would be even longer. You quickly changed into your pajamas and got into bed, turning off the lights in an attempt to sleep peacefully. That wouldn’t happen. Your brain was in overdrive: recalling and analyzing every single moment shared between you and the men trying to figure out where it went wrong. Where their feelings changed or where their obsession began. Why you had agreed on going on that trip and what you could’ve avoided had you simply never met Hoseok, to begin with. Eventually, you grew so tired that sleep came to you.
You didn’t know how long you had been asleep, but it felt like four-five hours maximum. Though your eyelids were heavy something willed you to wake up, an uncomfortable feeling overtaking your body. You flipped your body around, so you were laying on your back and facing your bedroom door. Slowly you willed one eye open, though your eyesight was still blurry you managed to make out a figure standing by your door. The sun hadn’t yet risen, so a greyish hue took over your room. “Sihyeon? Did you just get back?” You croaked, still trying to focus your eyes. Sihyeon didn’t respond and you frowned but were finally able to see who was standing there: none other than Kim Namjoon. Immediately you jumped back pressing yourself against the headrest while looking over to where your phone was charging on your bedside table. It was gone. “Your friend was a little intoxicated, so I offered her a ride home. I didn’t know you had switched apartments.” There was something so smooth about the way Namjoon spoke, he reminded you of a television villain. Someone who could describe the way he was about to murder your entire family but do it in the most charismatic and charming way possible. That’s how you knew you were fucked when he spoke like that.
Namjoon was waiting for you to respond but you refused. Knowing that one wrong word would set him off and he could either pounce on you or destroy your life with a simple phone call. Taehyung had already done that, so he didn’t need to do that much. Oh my god, Sihyeon. Your eyes dragged from him over to your door, he seemed to notice for Namjoon rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Don’t worry she’s just had a bit too much to drink. I found her stumbling around her boyfriend’s hotel lobby, figured she could use some help. He’s not her boyfriend. “Jeonhan isn’t her boyfriend.” You snapped back, you could see the anger in his face by the way his jaw tightened. His eyebrow-raising, before he decided to walk around the bed, taking a seat right in front of you. You tried to push yourself up against the headboard as much as you could, but he was still only at armlengths. “Where’s my phone Namjoon?” He shrugged as if he had no idea what you were talking about. “I hear you went to meet Seokjin yesterday and that you spoke to Taehyung. Why?” Of course, he would find out the men shared everything. Even things which shouldn’t be shared. “I went to Seokjin for advice about not being able to find a job. Imagine my surprise when I found out the reason was that Taehyung had me blacklisted for no fucking reason.” The words came out without much thought, your emotions taking control.
Truthfully you were seething but it had little impact on the man in front of you, who raised his hand to gently cup your cheek. “Taehyung’s hurt and so is Seokjin. That’s why they both acted the way they did. Both called me yesterday crying over how they treated you.” You shook your head, rolling your eyes knowing how much that pissed him off; You succeeded as his palm twitched ever so slightly. “If they wanted to apologize, they should’ve done so to me.” Why is he here? Namjoon was always the peacemaker, that was something you had noticed from the start of your relationship. He always wanted everyone to get along and be friends forever, but that wasn’t going to happen; especially not with them. “Princess, the real world is hard. I warned you didn’t I that it wasn’t a place for people like you.” God was he a great manipulator. Even now as he caressed your face and leaned in towards you, there was something inside you that wanted to believe him. That wanted to give in to him and the rest of them. It had been Namjoon that convinced you to be with all seven of them at the same time, it was he who assured you nothing bad would happen, you’d be damned to repeat the same mistake. “I can’t Namjoon. I won’t. I can’t just lie around and depend on others to maintain me. I can’t live off others like a leech.” They had once commented on how they loved your independence. How refreshing it was to be with someone who could stand on their own, even if you were taking money and gifts from them. They only loved your independence as long as you depended on them for it.
“You had no problem doing it for an entire year.” On the surface, Namjoon looked remarkably calm but underneath there was fire burning and you weren’t about to get caught in it. Gently you took his hand off your cheek, placing it on top of his other hand resting on the covers. “I think you should go, Namjoon.” When Sihyeon woke up you would explain everything to her. Explain why you had switched apartments and moved in with her. Why if she ever saw the men the smartest thing to do was avoid them entirely. Namjoon stood up, adjusting his blazer and cuffs as he looked down at you. “You’re right now isn’t a good time. I’ll be sure to come by later or maybe I’ll just tell the others to stop by see if they have better luck. Maybe Hoseok might convince you.” At his name, your eyes snapped up. He wouldn’t dare. As if he could read your thoughts Namjoon smirked before leaning over you again, putting his arms on either side: trapping you in. “I would. Even if it meant letting the others know where you’ve been hiding all this time. Even if it meant having to destroy your life just so you would finally understand. Or maybe I would do something far worse…” Namjoon pressed his lips against your forehead, before finally standing back up and leaving the room.
You stayed frozen in shock until you heard the slamming of the front door. Something far worse…Your eyes widened, and you bolted out of bed running straight towards Sihyeon’s room. When you tried to open the door, it was locked and wouldn’t budge. You tried throwing all your weight onto it, kicking it down, even calling for her was useless. Finally, after what seemed like forever the door gave in and the lock came unhinged, you threw the door open hoping for a miracle.
_Nine and half months ago_
The upper floor of St. Pierre’s had a private dining room fit with a balcony that could be rented out for special occasions. The minimum the party had to spend along with the rental fee was two hundred dollars, something that was nothing but change for the men you were accompanying. The view from the balcony was splendid getting to see all of the downtown area whilst none could see you because of how high up you were. The view wasn’t why you were out here, it was because you needed to step away and think about what had just been propositioned. This wasn’t what you signed up for and sure the pay would be more than what some people make in their entire lives, but at what cost. At what cost. “How are you holding up?” You couldn’t help but be startled, turning around to see none other than Kim Namjoon walking towards you. He smiled softly, “Didn’t mean to scare you. You’ve just been out here for a while and it’s worrying the others.” Even in the dark night and with the low lighting from the two lanterns secured on the balcony, Namjoon was glowing. He looked ethereal and you wondered how you had managed to attract someone like him. How had you managed to attract all seven of them was beyond you.
“I don’t know what to do.” You spoke softly, gazing out into the city. You felt his eyes on you but refused to meet them as you were far too anxious. “Say yes.” You chuckled but there was no humor in your voice, “I don’t think I can do what you all are asking me to do. Seven people? I barely know what to do with Hobi and I-” His fingers gripped your chin and turned your face towards him. There was something in his eyes, something you hadn’t seen before, he spoke so carefully and softly as if you were a child. “So say yes. You hold the reigns in the relationship. There’s nothing we can do without your consent first. Sure, you would be ours, but we would be yours.” He stepped closer until the two of you were pressed against each other. “Haven’t you ever wanted just for a second in your life to be cared for? No worrying about rent, taxes, not having enough money for food. You can simply focus on your studies and experience things others only dream of.” There was something about his words, they were a mirage. Something that couldn’t really be achieved, but you wanted it so badly. His tongue was coated in honey and you longed to taste it. Perhaps sensing your reluctance, Namjoon spoke again. “If you ever want to stop or get to a place where you no longer need us, they’ll be no hard feelings. We’ll part ways and leave sweet memories behind.”
Those had been the words that sold you on the entire idea. They had been whispered so seductively into your ear that you had taken them as facts when they were nothing more than baseless lies. They had lied to you to get you where they wanted. Now that you were no longer theirs, they would do anything to get you back.
_Present_
The monitor beeped constantly as it tracked Sihyeon’s heart rate and respiration. “[Y/n] I’m fine. You didn’t have to bring me here.” She hadn’t been fine. When you broke into her room, Siheyon had been passed out in a pool of her own vomit. Your first instinct was to check if she was breathing and when you felt a faint pulse, you immediately called the ambulance. Now she was awake and sipping on some Gatorade to help with her alcohol poisoning. You could see the embarrassment on her face, Sihyeon wasn’t an avid drinker nor did she mix drinks. “I honestly don’t know what happened after I left Jeonhan’s room. It’s like I blacked out or something.” Truth be told, you should’ve told Sihyeon everything that had happened once she woke up, but you hadn’t. Not to protect Namjoon or anything, but because Sihyeon was clearly not in the right state of mind and she was the type to overreact: drive over to all their companies and set them ablaze whilst screaming out of a megaphone – overreact. She needed to heal and not stress over your troubles which only seemed to worsen as time went on. Jeonhan had contacted Siheyon and said he would visit when his lunch break rolled around, Sihyeon had groaned when she realized it meant he would see her without makeup.
“Sihyeon, you’re in a hospital. I’m sure he isn’t expecting you to look like a supermodel or anything.” You rationalized as you braided her hair, she had begged you to claim it ‘looks like a rat’s nest.’ Some color had finally returned to her cheeks and the doctors had said that once the alcohol level in her blood had dropped, she could return home. There had been some judgment on their faces when they noticed her appearance but had quickly changed their expression when you pulled out Jeonhan’s black credit card. There isn’t a thing money can’t buy, well except for love. Sihyeon had received top-notch care and had even been placed in a private hospital room instead of the beds down in the emergency wing. “I hope he doesn’t think this happens all the time. He knows I don’t drink a lot.” Sihyeon played with her fingers anxiously, in her line of work opinions and reputation were everything. If Jeonhan grew bored he could toss her aside and simply find a new sugar baby to satisfy his needs, Sihyeon was beautiful so it's not like she would have trouble finding someone else to maintain her but Jeonhan was her favorite thus far. “Of course, he does. Don’t stress just don’t tell him about the alcohol poisoning and say he tired you out so much you passed out. That’ll boost his ego.” He might not entirely believe her, but it wouldn’t matter. “I’ll keep the doctors out of the room, okay?” You finished up her braid and squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. “Thank you, [Y/n]. You’re the best.”
A knock on the door caused you to help Sihyeon adjust her gown before speaking out, “Come in.” When you had first met Jeonhan you hadn’t been too sure of him, the man looked disinterested in just about everything. All of that changed whenever he looked at Sihyeon his eyes would fill with joy as he stared at her, the same happened when he walked into the hospital room. The man headed straight for Sihyeon taking in her appearance, before placing a rather large bouquet in her hands. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?” Nicknames were a must, Sihyeon had once told you first names were too intimate. That’s why it always surprised her when that was all the men would call you by unless you were in trouble. “[Y/n].” A raspy voice spoke out and you turned back to the door to find Yoongi standing there. Jeonhan finally acknowledges your presence, more like nodded at you and turned back to Sihyeon. “Yoongi-hyung and I were supposed to have lunch, but I wanted to see you.” Sihyeon giggled in childish glee. A part of you finding their interaction sweet, while the other part of you knew it was all pretending.
You had been so wrapped up in the two ‘lovebirds’ sitting on the bed, you failed to notice Yoongi had approached you until he grasped your hand. “Can I speak with you?” Yoongi was never awkward and always had a mask of nonchalance present on his face, now he was the complete opposite. Yoongi seemed fidgety and uncomfortable, in his eyes you saw deep frustration and desperation. “Fine.” You excused yourself from the room, going out into the hall waiting for Yoongi to join you. Instead of stopping right beside you, he kept walking heading towards the end of the hall. You debated on whether to follow him before deciding it was best to get these things over with. It was when you passed a phlebotomist pushing a trolley filled with needles that you remembered. How long has he been clean for? Yoongi had begun rehab right before you had parted ways with them, that would explain his behavior. A pang of guilt hit you as you finally met up with him. He still looked the same though the bags under his eyes were more prominent and he seemed more on edge; either cause of the drugs or you. Maybe both.
“How have you been Yoongi?” He simply snickered at your question, his tone entirely sardonic. “How do you think I’ve been?” Despite being an addict, Yoongi always looked impeccable. Even now when he seemed to be at a breaking point, he still managed to exude power. “I’m sorry Yoongi.” You were sorry, you hadn’t been the cause of his problems, but you had contributed to them in some way. Yoongi simply stared at you intensely before he swooped down pressing his lips against yours. Your first instinct was to pull away, you couldn’t once you tasted the salty tears on your lips. Yoongi kissed you for another minute until he finally pulled back, the tears had stopped but his eyes were swollen and red. “You said you would never leave me and you did [Y/n].” It was as if someone had plunged a knife straight into his heart. “I couldn’t stay when me being near you was making you worse.” Yoongi had taken a hold of your arms and was shaking violently. “So what you use me and get to toss me aside when you don’t want me?! I won’t let you.” The melancholy in his eyes had been replaced by wrath, his hands digging into your skin too harshly you knew there would be bruises. “If you don’t come back to me, to us. I’ll make sure everyone finds out the kind of person you are and not just you, I ruin Sihyeon’s life as well. No one wants to be dating a whore and I’m sure Jeonhan will drop her the moment he finds out everything.”
Finds out what? You frowned and there was confusion evident on your face, at which Yoongi only smirked. He leaned into your ear and whispered what it is he had against Sihyeon, your eyes widening in fear. “Unless you want to drag your friend down to where you are, you do well to remember your place.” He released you and quickly walked away, leaving you to spiral in the corner of the hall. Your life was falling apart bit by bit and there was nothing you could do about it. A dry heave left you as Yoongi’s frame slowly got smaller and smaller. You glanced around until you noticed a bathroom sign only a few feet away, you practically ran to it. Closing the door behind you and locking it, you stared at the mirror. Your face was devoid of color, eyes wide and fearful, you hadn’t realized you were crying until you saw the tear streaks down your face. Hesitantly you took off your sweater only to see large hand marks on your biceps, where Yoongi had grabbed you.
_Seven Months Ago_
Yoongi was always careless with his strength leaving your body riddled with bruises and tonight would be no different. You were thankful that winter had rolled around, and that wearing scarves or turtlenecks was acceptable, as he was sure to leave a large bruise on your neck with the amount of pressure he was applying. The two of you were naked on top of his custom queen bed, the headboard crashing against the wall mimicking Yoongi’s thumping into your core. You moaned his name which only served to encourage him more, his pace becoming quicker. “Y-yoongi p-please.” The man had spent all afternoon teasing you, taking you to the edge only to never allow you the bliss of coming undone. “Fuck. Do you know what you do to me? You’re better than anything out there [Y/n].” Yoongi was beyond high, his pupils completely dilated and pulse racing. A part of you knew it couldn’t be weed that he was on, but you knew better than to question it. What Yoongi did with his life was his business, you knew your place. “Fuck [Y/n]. Where do you belong? Who do you belong to?” At this point the two of you had become completely erratic, biting and scratching at each other in the name of lust.
When you didn’t immediately reply Yoongi applied more pressure on your throat, making it difficult to breathe properly. “I belong to you Yoongi. I belong underneath you.” He wasn’t satisfied. Yoongi raised your leg placing it on his shoulder and began to grind against you from a new angle, one where he was constantly hitting your g-spot. “Who do you belong to?” A guttural groan exited his lips, as Yoongi tried his hardest not to come. Not until he was sure you knew the answer. “Yoongi, S-seokjin, Hobi, Namjoon, Jimin, Kookie, and Taehyung.” The names escaped your lips as a mantra of sorts, your abdomen beginning to tighten once again. “Yoongi.” You whined, he silenced you with a kiss. “Come with me. You can come, baby girl.”
_Present_
“Hello? Miss? Is everything alright?” The pounding on the door awakened you from your thoughts. Splashing some water on your face, you pull a smile on your face and exit the bathroom. A concerned nurse standing in front of you, you apologize and head back into Sihyeon’s room finding her alone toying with the flowers on her lap. “Where did you go to?” She asked, a smile on her face. Jeonhan made her happy, you had never seen her as happy with any other client of hers. “I spoke with Yoongi and went to the bathroom. Sorry, I took long.” You shrugged, trying to hide the uneasiness in your voice. “Nah don’t worry. I’m glad the two of you are still friends since you broke up.” You hummed in agreeance and chose to walk over to the chair left of the hospital bed. The moment you sat down all of your muscles relaxed, it felt as if you had run a marathon. Your legs as heavy as lead and your heart even heavier. “Oh, that reminds me Jeonhan said Yoongi forgot to give this to you.” Sihyeon produced your phone from under the flowers, it was exactly as you had left it the night before. “How did Yoongi even have your phone?” You struggled to get the words out, “I accidentally left it when I met Seokjin.” Sihyeon frowned, “Didn’t we talk on the phone last night?” Oh, so that you remember. “I was still with Seokjin when you called. I left in such a hurry, I must’ve forgotten it.” You smiled sheepishly. Sihyeon seemed doubtful but decided to leave it at that.
The best thing about Sihyeon was she didn’t hover. That’s why she had been the perfect roommate when you suddenly had to move apartments. She had never questioned why you did what you did or how you ended up finding out she had the same ‘profession’ as you. Sihyeon never commented on the paranoia that hung on your shoulders. All she asked is who you had been involved with and displayed recognition upon learning you were the girl who swept ‘the seven’ off their feet. You had waited until Sihyeon drifted off to sleep, to examine your phone. The device was off, so you pressed the power button and waited until your lock screen popped up being horrified when it did. A picture of you decked out in lingerie smiling back at you. Immediately you opened up the gallery only to find similar pictures and even more proactive ones; hundreds flooding the storage space. You looked back at the lock screen picture, analyzing it trying to remember when or who took them. The hardwood floor underneath something you immediately recognized, along with the fuzzy carpet you laid on. Once the phone established a connection again, a text message came in from none other than the photographer himself.
— warnings ➙ mentions face fucking (again I'm so sorry mom) and sex in a bathtub (be safe kiddos!)
this is my first post of smut so don't kill me please! This was inspired by my best friend (soulmate) and her love for these two amazing men! love ya bean <3
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I was perfectly content with the position I was in, covered in nothing but absolute warmth in the midst of a freezing room. That was until a certain someone, I’m not naming names (mostly because I can’t tell who) decided to leave me and let me die a miserable and cold death. With my eyes closed, caught deep in my sleepy state all I could release from my body was a whine at the loss of contact.
“Tsk, what am I going to do with you Jjing-jjing-i” a sleepy voice chuckled, clearly mocking me and my FRAGILE STATE YOU LUCKY LITT- a pair a masculine arms wrapped around me, warmth finally engulfing me again. I can feel my sleep returning, my body softly being lifted into the cold and being put on a body of complete comfort.
“Mmm,” a low mumble came from beneath me. No longer being held by those big arms but my legs wrapping around what warmth the other was giving. Another pair of arms, a little smaller, pulling me up and onto his chest with a sleepy groan. Ahhh sleep is finally back, absolute coziness, wrapped in tight arms, on a strong chest, and the smell of familiar cologne.
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A waft of sweet maple and sizzling bacon began filling my senses the second my eyes finally opened. Mmm smells so sweet and savory, I guess Jinnie is in the kitchen, that explains the absence of warmth and comfort earlier. Why do I love him again?..
“UGh, such a pretty girl. You’re taking me so well angel. Fuckkkk!”... oh right. God, he’s perfect. So sweet and strong, why did he have to leave the bed so early?? I want his attention now, but that means leaving the bed UGHHH. I started rolling off to the side when Yoongi started to groan and pout. Awwww, he’s so adorable, what the fuck! His pouty little lips and his messy black hair, I’m whipped.
“What would Jin think if he saw you now, Kitten? On your bruised little knees, mouth open, begging to be face fucked by your daddy? Huh? Such a good little slut, come here.” mmm, last night was definitely one to remember. I need some clothes, I’m covered in marks and I am definitely not just walking out butt ass naked. Although now that I’m thinking about that it would be nice… no! Pajamas it is, some red silk would feel nice right about now.
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“Mmm good morning baby girl,” he mumbled as my hands wrapped around his bareback. My head falling in between his broad shoulders and humming into his skin with a smile.
“Good morning handsome” I mumble as he continues to flip the food on the stove. How can one man smell so divine?
“You fell asleep really quickly after our bath last night” he chuckled, turning the stove off. I honestly forgot about the bath until just now,
“Yeah I’m sorry, did you clean up the bathroom floor after?” I asked as he turned around in my grasp. He looked down at me with those beautiful brown, his hands wrapping around my waist.
“Yeah, it was al over, I ended up using all the towels,” he mumbled, pulling me closer into his form.
“Hey you said ride me and I did” I laughed into the crook of his neck, feeling him slowly starting to move closer to my ear.
“I meant after the bath, love,” he whispered, peppering kisses down my neck, softly nipping on the shell of my ear.
“You look like that and expect me to wait?” I whine out, he trailed his hands further down until his large hands were to my thighs and putting me on the counter.
“You right” he laughed, pulling his lips to mine, my hands finding their way to the nape of his neck and playing with his hair. His soft lips sucking lightly on my bottom lip, knowing it’s his asking permission for more access which I greedily open to. Our tongues dancing sweetly, no one person taking the lead but just kind of melting into it. My hands trailing down his bare chest, softly raking my nails, causing him to groan.
“You taste so sweet baby,” he whispered, continuing to make me pool in my panties so early in the morning. I continue licking a stripe up his throat and sucking on his sweet spot oh-so gingerly. His hands pulling my legs to wrap around his tightly, feeling his hard-on through his boxers. I couldn’t help at whine from the feeling of that through my silk shorts.
“Oh your so nice to me angel, make that sounds again,” he chuckled, looking up at the ceiling as his hands start trailing up my thighs.
“I wouldn’t be calling her an angel too soon their Hyung, get a good look at your back and get back to me on that.” a gruff voice stated behind Jin’s back. Aww, my grumpy man is up. Jin pecked my lips once more and went to grab the food off the stove, that was probably cold by now. Yoongi grabbing his mug and putting it under the Keurig for his first cup of the day, stepping in between my open legs and kissing my lips slowly.
“Why did you leave bed so early, Gongjunim?” he mumbled against my lips as I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck.
“I heard Jinnie up in the kitchen so I got up, I’m sorry,” I looked up at him innocently.
“I’m surprised you can even walk after what we did yesterday.” he chuckled deeply, going in for another kiss. His hand slowly beginning to trail around my ass and lifting me, wrapping my legs around his hips. My hands moving up to hair and moaning into his mouth.
“What a sensitive little thing you are a kitten,” he muffles into my mouth, interrupted by Jin clearing his throat. Us both panting from the lack of oxygen, seeing Jin set three plates down on the table and pulling out some chairs.
“Let’s eat breakfast and we can move this back to the bedroom,” he said, sitting down, digging into his food. Yoongi beginning to sigh and sets me down on the nearest chair to eat.
“God this is paradise.” I breathe out, starting in on my pancakes.
