Would you maybe do jimin x reader x taehyung 🥺 I’d absolutely love anything you wrote about it! I love fluff and sfw stories, if you could do something with that!
when I tell you I got a VISION?? I think Tae and Jimin would make very adorable sweethearts. Nothing too romantic here just some messing around.
too sweet. Vmin x reader FLUFFY sfw!!
“How much sugar did you just put in there?” Jimin glances over his shoulder, both hands busy with the measuring cups in the cabinet.
“One and a half cups?” Taehyung replies casually, already mixing the sugar in with everything else. The frosting starts to thicken once he folds the mixture a few times.
“One and a- Taehyung,” Jimin pulls back, coming over to look. “I said a half cup.”
“You did not.” He stops.
You’re busy pulling the cookies out of the oven. Nothing seemed wrong until you hear Jimin whine. “Thats going to be too much,”
“It’ll just be sweet.” Taehyung dismisses, “look, try it.”
“No,” Jimin pulls back as Taehyung gathers some of the whipped frosting on his finger and brings it in front of him. “No!”
“Fine.” Taehyung shrugs, swiping Jimin’s nose with it. He squints, swatting Taehyung back with his flour-covered hands.
“Hey!”
A soft laugh escapes your lips as you set the baking sheet on the cooling rack.
"If you two break up over sugar, I'm not helping you clean this mess up," you call out, wiping your hands on your apron. You lean against the counter, watching the spectacle unfold.
Jimin is scolding Taehyung while trying to wipe the frosting off his nose. Taehyung looks entirely too pleased with himself, a mischievous spark in his eyes as he licks the remaining frosting from his fingertip.
"Its really not bad," Taehyung insists, stepping closer to Jimin and invading his personal space with shameless confidence. “Come here, I’m sorry…”
Jimin huffs, but his lips twitch upward. "I hate you."
"Liar."
Curiosity gets the better of you as you abandon the cookies to investigate the supposed frosting disaster.
“Since you're both arguing about it, let me be the judge."
You step between them, ignoring Jimin's warning glance. You dip a finger directly into the bowl, scooping up a generous glob of the froting. Before they can stop you, you slide it into your mouth.
For a moment, your taste buds short circuit. Its saturated with sugar- you have crystals of it in your molars even after it dissolves.
"Oh my god," you wheeze, pressing the back of your hand against your mouth. "Taehyung, that's not frosting. That's like syrup."
Taehyung grins triumphantly, leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed. "She didn't die."
"That is not a reasonable bar," Jimin interjects; he's already reaching to make a glass of water for you.
“We can remake it.” Taehyung finally gives up. “Its not a big deal, the cookies have to cool anyway.”
You happily accept water from Jimin, making sure to give him a proper kiss on the forehead as thanks.
Jimin decides to take over Tae’s job in the kitchen. Taehyung moves to dishes. You finish your water, beginning to have an idea based on what your boyfriends were up to earlier.
Taehyung has his hands occupied- perfect opportunity. You wipe up some flour from the counter.
“You’ve got flour on you,” you point out to him.
“From Jimin, right? Where-“
You lightheartedly smack him with it, a handprint on his black sweats.
“There.”
Taehyung flicks water at you. “Dont start,”
— its too late. Nobody is going to be able to keep this kitchen clean.
Summary: The thing about this world and ours is that they Occasionally overlap. Everything changes for Jimin basically overnight.
Tags: Jimin focused chapter, Trans characters, Trans! tae, implied Autistic Jimin, hurt/comfort, domestic love, fluff, crack/humor, implied breeding kink, implied sexual content, handjobs, omega space, implied violence, mentions of murder/killing
W/c: 10.2k
A/n: sorry that it's been so long since i've updated anything, and sorry again that this is a "lol li is depressed again' sort of message. in the last chapters notes i mentioned an event that i was really worried about and it took alot out of me, i'm still not all back. but if you want more bily content! i will tell you that i did make a short with wonho x reader for clovers birthday called Cherry Boy.
Previous part- Masterlist - First part
Everything changes for Jimin basically overnight.
(That’s the thing about this world and ours; occasionally they overlap. You can’t expect so much love not to go anywhere, not to bleed from one universe into the next. It happens in silly, unexpected ways.)
The pack house always has a bare minimum of noise associated with its waking hours; most of the time the house quiets down at mealtimes and evenings. During work hours, especially. This quiet can be a good and a bad thing depending on who you ask.
The house is usually quiet in the morning (that is, if Namjoon and Jin can be expected to keep their hands off of each other for a single hour, which granted, they haven't been able to manage, at least not since their mating.
You've woken up to the subtle shaking of the bed more times than you can count over the past 3 weeks. The sleepy grumbles of Yoongi voicing his dismay mainly fall on deaf ears, or earn only whispered apologies cut off by moans. You've woken to hidden, steady hands taking you out of the subtly rocking nest. Jungkook similarly placed over a shoulder or into someone’s arms because the pups need their beauty sleep, even if the pack alpha and pack omega have different delights in mind.
You know better now, but at the beginning, Namjoon and Jin used to just invite everyone to join. You spent half a week sleeping until 1pm because you somehow always ended up between the pack omega and pack alpha. Until Yoongi put a pin in it and told them that unless it was one on one, they should keep his mate out of it.
(You might have asked him to say that, or agreed that it was necessary. Namjoon does make everyone a little sore, and it's hard for you to know what's best for you when you want so much, when in the moment you don't even want to say no. But Yoongi always knows what's best- for you and the pack.)
More familiar is the sound of giggles echoing off the vaulted ceilings as the pack omega and alpha scurry off to another room in the house after a look turned sultry or a grumble on Namjoon's part. To the settee in the dressing room or the hot tub on the balcony. No spot is safe.
You don't pretend to understand how the pack alpha and pack omega flirt, because Namjoon accidentally spilled a bit of his coffee the other day, jerking because of how hot it was. And Jin sighed and told him to take off his pants.
You didn't stay around much longer to see what happened after that- so you don't know if the flirting even makes sense to them. You caught Jin on his knees before Namjoon in the downstairs laundry room yesterday morning. Everyone's caught them in the act at least once over the last 3 weeks.
They're kind of being a little ridiculous. You’d never say anything… if it wasn’t for the rest of the pack very loudly and verbally voicing their dismay whenever Namjoon and Jin go from sharing a cup of coffee to fucking on the kitchen counter, in the middle of breakfast.
You all know what Namjoon is trying to do; this is a breeding frenzy. A rut and heat without a fever. Jin's mating mark is pinkening up well. A small little mark, healing more with every day. Namjoon did it so neatly- it's a mark that anyone could be proud of. Namjoon's is a little larger- a little bit sloppy.
"Were you guys like that?" Hoseok asks Yoongi one morning, sitting out on the porch with breakfast and coffee while you listen to namjoon and jin inside the house who have recently absconded after a non verbal look and giggle.
Yoongi shrugs and looks at you. Listening to the tumble of Jin and Namjoon on the steps just inside. You consider your mate over your cup of coffee, bundled up between Tae and Jimin. Tae's giggling and playing with your hair while Jimin makes sleepy love-struck eyes at her over the top of your head, fingers listlessly rubbing over your knee. Feeling the faint roughness of hair there.
Jimin's hair is all spiked up, separated with small rubber bands hair dye turning the lemony roots all silver. Maybe longer if the sounds inside don't quiet down. You did his roots last night but fell asleep without toner, he'd woken up so yellow.
"It was different," Yoongi answers with a shrug.
You look at him, raising your eyebrows. He fiddles with his coffee cup, puffing his cheeks out before looking away. You smile and lean into Tae, who stifles her giggles at the blush growing on Yoongi's hairline. "The love came later, unlike with Namjoon and Jin-"
Yoongi is instantly interrupted by the boom of someone hitting the wall just inside the door, maybe an open palm. "Yes! yes! yes!" booms too.
You laugh, and Yoongi sighs, going to the door and knocking. “Guys- the whole street can hear you!”
Jungkook thumps up the stairs, back from his morning run, looking sweaty and gorgeous. He pecks the back of Jimin’s neck, then your forehead, tugging on one of Tae's rolled curlers so he can peck the spot behind her ear. When he pulls back, he has a splotch of purple toner on his cheek.
“Hear what?” he asks. Jin’s moan cuts him off. “Oh that.”
They scuttle away, and by the time you open the door, you only see Namjoon’s bare ass disappearing around the corner. Clothes left heaped there that Jungkook hums and picks up- no doubt considering adding them into the nest upstairs.
Pretty soon, the sound of the headboard in your and Yoongi's old bed slams against the wall, starts up again in the sound of an even rhythm that you’re intimately familiar with. You wince, thinking of the state of the drywall.
After they mated, Yoongi had to go around with spackle for the first few days. He only truly got frustrated after finding a spot by the stairs. Two round imprints. "Jin! If you push Namjoon hard enough into the wall for another ass print, I'm divorcing you! He is not a tree; you can't literally climb him!"
Now, Yoongi just hums, looking vaguely ruffled, his cowlick sticking up at the back, which makes your heart squish irrationally. The same way it does every morning. He fills up his coffee cup at the little coffee stand, a pink cup and dark liquid. Kind eyes and worn knuckles. All of it.
Hobi steps up behind him, wrapping his arms around Yoongi's waist. "That was like such a non-answer."
"You seem very concerned by the amount we fucked after we mated."
Hobi hums, looking a little devilish, "maybe i just want to make sure."
You hide behind the edge of your coffee cup, unable to look at hobi for longer than a glance without blushing.
Maybe you understand a little why mates are like that. Why Namjoon and Jin keep their hands off each other these days.
"What I meant was- the love was there- but the sexual basis for our relationship wasn't for a while."
You snort into your coffee cup. "That's a nice way of saying we were both emotionally constipated." but it's all fond.
He looks away from Hobi and then back to you. "I also think I ate you out every night for a week once we actually like- did it- so-"
The other pups roar with laughter at your spluttering. Jungkook wraps his arms around your shoulders, nuzzling into the top of your head, body shaking. “Oh my god, you are such a teenager, ‘did it’”
You choke into your coffee cup. "Yoongi-"
"What? Like they all don’t know?" You blush furiously, but when Yoongi reaches a little meanly to open your legs and stand between them at the kitchen island, you let him.
Your mate is one thing, but with Jin, you don't know how he's surviving at all with Namjoon's monster cock. But anytime you ask him, Jin's instincts say his mate should certainly show you the benefits of belonging to a pack with an alpha like his- Jin's alpha. Jin's always, Jin's forever and ever and ever.
You've heard him chant that. A touch of Omegaspace that interferes with his better judgment. In a few days, he'll complain of soreness and get dragged to the hospital for a gynecology visit. And the doctor will go from praising a normal, healthy sex life, and Dr. Kim can’t possibly be right to be concerned, to preaching abstinence once they see the state of Jin's pitiful predicament.
But he’s an adult, he can make his own medically questionable decisions for himself (monster cocks included). Maybe the pack should redefine their definition of a quiet house to include distant sex noises.
But now, this is not one of those times. Right now the house is truly quiet. Empty and peacefully accept for Tae.
Tae is not listening to the sound of Namjoon and Jin fucking. Tae is not listening to much of anything at all as she sits alone in the living room. Awaiting people to arrive home, caught in between the mid afternoon lull and the usual afternoon clamor.
Usually, the house is full of a baseline of noise. Tae could bottle it and save it for later, and Hobi might record it for posterity's sake. Noises like Noodle scuttling to and fro or the sound of water hitting the side of the house as Hobi tends to the garden outside. The distant banging of a hammer and Yoongi's low cursing. Someone doing dishes or cooking. Jin’s squeaky laugh and the slow rustle of Namjoon turning a page in a book. The sound of a whisk scraping the inside of a bowl, of you making whipped cream or folding egg whites. Jungkook's humming. All of it is a baseline to the pack’s melody.
But there are suspiciously few noises today, the house is empty of Tae's packmates (her heart split into 7 pieces), and Tae isn't clacking about in her library room. It feels awfully lonely when it’s just her in the house. It doesn’t happen often.
Today, she’s moved from her usual writing spot and is sitting on the couch. The news buzzes in the background. Only half paying attention to her w.i.p on her computer balanced across her thighs.
Noodle hops up on the couch, curls up against her leg with a chirpy purr, and Tae rests her phone on her chest before she goes back to her computer.
The biggest life changes often happen when you least expect them. Today is no different.
She checks her computer and then her phone. Mostly, she’s just waiting for everyone to come home so that they can all hang out. Hanging out with the pack is sort of everyone's favorite thing. Tae's unsure what might be on the docket today. A walk with you and Jungkook, maybe. Or if the pack is lucky, an early dinner in the form of ordering in and then a beach walk until the sun dips too low. Either that or just in general lazing about the house since Tae has neither a job nor packmates that need her tending.
Tae wears her curlers today too; she takes them out one by one when they start to pull at her scalp. Wherever she is, whatever she’s doing. The pack has started a separate group chat just to put pictures of where they find them, like a mini scavenger hunt.
They've found them in the kitchen by the coffee maker (where she was wondering if it’s too late to ask Yoongi to make her a latte). In the bathroom (considering whether the chapters in her novel should be chronological or confusing). On the staircase (where she paused to pet Noodle).
She never bothers to wonder how they all magically make it back upstairs before the evening. That the pack cries “found one!” behind her back. Or Namjoon, who stoops to pick one up from the floor, handing it over to Jimin while she dozes on the couch. Who just mouthes ‘thank you’, keeping track of the parts of Tae that make her feel her best and looking after them.
Tae only has the section in her bangs left, usually the last one for her to take out, mostly because it’s keeping her bangs back from her forehead.
Jimin got home a little while ago in his little black bodyguard suit, not the Prada one that she made him buy to match her black dress, but one of half a dozen other suits he has for the idol group’s more public appearances. His aggression is barely contained. Tae wouldn’t even need to scent it on him; she could tell it was a bad day just by looking. Jimin isn’t ready to talk about it yet. He stumbled through the door and into her arms, sinking into her skin with a thankful smile and a kiss that only promised a little more for later.
“Got to shower, someone threw a sandwich at me today again.”
“With mayo?” She teases, and Jimin tucks a lock of her hair behind her ear. Clumped together. Tae teases at it with her fingers.
“Yes! Out of all the sauces! They had to choose my worst favorite!” She pokes his freckles one by one, giggling, pushing him in the direction of the stairs.
“You don’t mind?” Every moment with her, Jimin feels, every moment is precious. He looks at Noodle, who remains curled on the couch, tail flopping. Look after her for me.
Noodle blinks slow, beady yellow eyes winking like little suns.
She pecks his freckles, “Course not.” Her eyes glimmer, and Jimin trips up the first step because he's looking back at her. Tie flopping until he yanks it loose. “I’m just editing and waiting for everyone to get home anyway.”
Any moment now you should be getting home with Yoongi.
Today was a little different, a bit of a break in routine. You went on a small date with your mate, and you'll be dropped off at home before Yoongi completes the near hour loop to pick up Jungkook from work.
Tae hopes you’ll cuddle with her and Noodle on the couch when you get home. You're usually sleepy after playing passenger princess and Tae loves it when you get sleepy. Maybe you’ll wait to shower until later so that you can do it together, and do facemasks again too.
She spent a long time doing your makeup this morning for your date with Yoongi. She wonders if he’ll have kissed off your lipstick by then or if that final part will be left up to her. If your lipstick will end up on her collarbones or elsewhere.
Tae's mind wanders while her fingers work. Thinking of the pack. Thinking of her story, thinking of everything.
Tae keeps track of them all in the back of her head. Namjoon will finally get home around 7 after a marathon surgery. Jin buffered him to and from the hospital under the guise of making sure Namjoon didn't fall asleep at the wheel.
Tae only has to wait.
Noodle meows, runs to the door, she clicks and clacks and edits out the dashes for the hundredth time that hour. Fussing with diction and that one character who never speaks as poetically as she likes. She holds her arms up and you tumble into them, all but tossing yourself over the back of the couch, skirt going all frumpled. But it doesn't matter; there is no one to flash here, no one to worry about clothing malfunctions.
You flop across her lap and babble about your date while Yoongi moves around the house silent and protective. Hanging your purse by the door. Your jacket, putting your shoes on the rack, all without you asking him. A soft and small smile on his face.
In a few minutes you'll quiet down and Yoongi will feed Tae a spoonful of dinner. Head bent over the back of the couch, the news is turned down to let you rest. Your cheek against her thigh (where the lipstick ended up), all plush and pudgy looking. Soft breath tickling her knee. Yoongi will be quiet about it, smiling down at her with his headphones in so that the music doesn't wake you. Listening to some playlist of Hobi's probably. She'll taste rosemary on the back of her tongue for hours.
For now, she alternates between Twitter and her computer and the TV and stroking down your spine, Noodle too, and the keys of her computer. Carving intent and feeling out of thin air. You pout up at her when she stops rubbing.
"Am I not as important as your story?" She shifts you, pulling you up farther in her lap, more like you're draped over her lap the way you would be during other, more intimate times. Your cheeks pink up, and Tae grins, bringing your hand to her mouth for a gentle kiss against your knuckles.
"Of course." You giggle and settle in.
But Tae does balance her laptop on the small of your back. You don't mind as much. Dozing before dinner. Listening to Yoongi clacking about the kitchen. The sound of him eventually covering the start of something that might be a very good soup in a few hours as he gets ready to leave for Jungkook.
The news, the drone of everyday ordinary life. Yoongi leaves for Jungkook while your breath is still even and lovely. Finger to his mouth to let you sleep. Everything is coming and going, waxing and waning.
Somewhere, something gets lost, mistranslated. The details of our world bleed between the lines.
She keeps up with Jimin’s idol group. Hobi even genuinely likes one or two of their songs. You’re even planning on going to one of their concerts together at the end of the summer to close out the season before your classes begin (assuming you even get in this cycle).
Tae knows you’re nervous about it; she knows you haven’t been sleeping as much as you should because you’re so scared about beginning again. But Tae has complete faith in you. Changes are happening. Everything, the one thing you can count on is change, really. Tae shouldn’t be so surprised.
Her phone starts buzzing against the couch cushions. Once every minute is usually something she can ignore, mostly notifications from apps she no longer uses or the pack group chat. She doesn't even look away from her computer.
But then it's every 30 seconds, every 10, every 5.
Tae looks down at her phone, mind going blank.
Why does she have a ton of notifications from Instagram? 200 likes on an old picture of her and Jimin? No, 300 now. Tae watches the little red number climb higher and higher with her heart rate. New followers. Comments even.
Wow, Mr. Park's been hot forever. I thought he must have had a glow-up or something.
I know, it's hard to believe he wasn't scouted. And a pack too? Some people have all the luck.
Enough about Mr.Park, who is the boyfriend?
It's an old photo. Tae isn't bothered too much by the old pictures of herself (she doesn't realize yet that most of the photos in the house of the pack have been switched out with ones after she transitioned). Tae feels like she's been slapped in the face a bit. Deletes the photo on impulse.
But why is she getting comments about Jimin from random strangers?
Her gaze flickers to Jimin's phone. Sitting on the arm of the couch, a glorified brick of glass for how much he uses it. It’s not buzzing because Jimin has notifications turned on only for the pack’s texts and group chat, but when she reaches over to tap it, she sees it.
10,983 people have followed you on Instagram.
“What the fuck?” She mutters softly. You make a small noise from her lap, rubbing your eye with a yawn, and quickly go back to nuzzling her thighs. Swiping through Twitter, she checks the trending page just to be sure. Feeling like she’s in a fog.
She doesn't have to go far to find out why. She swipes through Twitter with increasing furiosity. One page, then another. Post after post after post. Checking comments and like to dislike ratios. Video views already in the millions.
As if summoned. Jimin appears at the doorway, hair wet and tousled. Smiling down at her until his eyes crinkle.
But she keeps tapping through her phone mutely. Eyes wide in disbelief.
“Ugh Minnie? You’re trending on Twitter?”
Jimin blinks down at Tae, “what?”
She stands abruptly and although you don’t get tossed onto the floor you sit up- grumbling, “Hey!” a little bratty. Although you think you're allowed for getting so rudely awoken.
But she’s already across the room, tilting her phone for him to see, wrapping her robe around herself more tightly. “Look, it's like- you didn't tell me this happened, you said you just got hit with the sandwitch-” Jimin sees it, the video of him (does his hair really look like that from the back?) Guarding one of his idols through a crazy airport.
People are packed as thick as sardines, bodies pressed close. It looks claustrophobic at first glance and stifling at second. It’s weird seeing your own face from so many angles. This isn’t the first video he's seen of himself, but-
This is the first one to make this much of a stir.
"That was after this." his looks from the phone to her. "Tae, stuff like this happens all the time."
His cheekbones look sharp, his hair done up. The smoke around his eyes makes him look beautiful and intimidating. A touch from Tae, who had demanded she do Jimin's makeup this morning before he left.
(Not that Jimin hadn't spent half of it letting his hands wander to places, pinching and drinking in her squeaks. Not that he hadn't ended the morning on his knees below her vanity. Tae's skirt all rucked up and lip gloss slicked mouth pressing places until Tae begged for it where she needed it and-)
In the video, Jimin looks like something out of a James Bond movie. A pretty baby-faced villain. Is there even a boy version of a femme fatale? Jimin could be that. He looks like that. He’s ethereal in the way that he moves. The practiced sort of grace that all apex predators share.
Tae watches a fan get too close, watches Jimin almost trip. With so many people- he'd surely get trampled if he went down. Despite the fact that he's come home with bruises on his cheek before and bumps on his elbows, it still makes her breath hits. Tae watches him look up at the fan and glare, he keeps going. But the next time she tries to walk in front of the idol group and stop moving- he shoves her back. Tae snorts as Jimin's shove places her tumbling over and right into a trash can.
It's a funny video, but that's not why it's gotten him so much attention. Most of the comments are so thirsty they put Jungkook to shame.
Jimin looks at Tae like he’s afraid she might be mad. It’s the same look he used to give her on the playground after he came back from kickball with a skinned knee or his house with bruises.
"It was not that funny I promise. I didn't even mean to do that it just happened."
You hold out your open hand and both of them flop back down onto the couch to show you. You're squished between the two of them, watching the video again and again, scrolling down to read the comments. You respond before Tae can do more than nibble her lip.
"What are you talking about, you look like- stupid hot in the video?"
Jimin grins, worry dissipating, and Tae can tell he's remembering this morning too. He shuffles towards her, holding her around her waist. Rubbing his lips against your shoulder, not a kiss but something more sensory seeking.
"Yeah? You think so? you're not angry?"
You snort, "The whole world thinks so too." You comment, snorting. Reading one comment for them. "Can Mr. Park shove me like that?"
Tae takes the phone, scrolls. You rub your eye. Yawning again. Your skirt has pulled up a bit at the hip. It's tied with a tassel, and Jimin reaches to play with it. Rubbing it over his knuckles again and again- stimming with it. “There’s like- a million videos of you.” Tae doesn’t sound excited; she sounds scared. Jimin grabs the phone.
“Oh yeah, that one has like- half a million likes? Is that a lot?”
“Jimin.”
Tae looks at him incredulously, and at that moment, Yoongi and Jungkook get home. Yoongi drops Jungkook’s workout bag right in the doorway. Jungkook bounds over. Tumbling over the back of the couch with the same amount of agility usually reserved for stunt doubles and ballerinas. He even makes it look artful as he lands, sort of with the three of you between his legs.
"The names bond- Koo bond." he mimes. Blowing a kiss to the three of you. And then getting actual kisses in hello.
You lean forward to peck his lips, "Did you have a good workout Koo?"
"Yeah, Wonho sends his love, misses you. What are you guys doing?"
"Oh, Tae's having a bit of a meltdown, and Jiminie got famous accidentally and She even woke me up from my nap for it! which was like so mean."
Yoongi snorts, does a double-take, noticing that Tae has her head in her hands. That no one else is laughing at what you said.
"Hang on, are you serious?
"A little." You take Tae's phone out of her hand to show Yoongi. She sort of keeps staring blankly ahead. Jimin takes her empty hand and brings her fingers to his mouth. Pressing a kiss there to her fingertips, where her words become stories. A bit of an apology kiss.
“A few people are watching a video of me, big deal.” He doesn't stop there, pressing his cheek to her palm and nuzzling. “I didn't mean to make you upset."
Jungkook leans over to watch the video, inhales sharply. Looks back at Jimin. “Jimin, you need to redefine what you consider ‘a few’ people.”
"You didn't, Just-" Tae's voice is stressed and squeaky.
Yoongi looks over your shoulder. "Well shit, you're telling the truth.”
"Not even exaggerating a little. Aren't you proud of me?" Yoongi looks a little ruffled, like he and Jungkook maybe made out a little bit when they were on their way home. Despite Namjoon's flagrant no road head rule. Jungkook almost always gets a little worked up from his workouts- it's all just happy endorphins with nowhere to go.
He laughs, a little giggly, leaning into Jimin’s arms.
Not all of the attention that Jimin gets online is good. There are a few headlines that are a bit concerning. 'Idol group body guard goes viral for shoving fan, reignites discourse on airport photos' 'When bodyguards go too far.'
Or comments, 'the bodyguards need to be more gentle, how do we know the fan wasn't there to just like take a flight and ran into them? idols don't own the airports'
'Another alpha shoving an omega and the whole world praising them for their violence'
'Isn't that girl the same one that followed them onto the plane and stole their passports last month?'
'Yes but this time was different.'
But the comments are fucking hilarious.
'Mr. Park should have his own fandom.' 'Mr. Park is going to need his own bodyguard soon. 'Does anyone know if he can sing?' 'Even alphas get nervous around Mr. Park. I'm so flustered.' 'Can he guard my body?'
'It's not Ajuissi, it's ah JUICY'
You and Jungkook start laughing at that one, and you don’t really stop. Until Jimin has to grip Jungkook's hand and take it away from his mouth. "I'm not even old, it's just cuz my hair is like extra silver right now. Tae and the pup toned it extra hard to get the last of the pink out."
Jungkook shoves him, but not that hard, "Sure ajuissi."
“Sorry,” you say, wiping away tears in your eyes, “just- what the fuck even is our lives?”
“I sort of fail to see why this is a big deal, can you explain it to me.” You have been the person who's educated him mostly on Tae. But still, occasionally Jimin goes to you for things like this. Things like- why does it mean I can’t kiss Tae if she’s wearing dark red lipstick, and why is it mean to nip at her bra strap, and why can’t she wear my sweatshirt over her dress in public?
But usually it’s simple stuff, girl stuff that Jimin looks to you to answer. Not stuff like this.
“Park Jimin,” Tae rarely ever uses his full name, “you have 50,000 followers on Instagram. You had like- 100 when you woke up this morning.”
“So?”
Jin and Namjoon get home while the pack is still discussing it, still trying to convince Jimin that this is a big deal. Still turning through Twitter in something of a fugue state. But unlike usual (and unlike Jimin is sort of hoping), they don’t have many answers.
There’s a slowed-down edit on TikTok that zoom's in on the turn of Jimin’s face and the cut of his jaw as he has his hand on the fan, picking her up by the shoulders.
“I did it gently, I promise.”
“No one doubts you minnie but-“
Jin picks up Tae's phone. Scrolls through it. “This is so weird.” Namjoon leans over Jin's shoulder to look at the video too. “There are like so many different angles.”
And then on the couch, Jimin’s phone starts ringing; it’s not his boss, it’s the idol group's manager. Someone who he takes orders from nearly every day, someone who has never once called Jimin on his personal line after work hours, he's never needed to.
“I’m not picking that up.” He says, but that only causes a flurry of protests.
Jungkook slaps his arm, Jin holds out his hand, “I can answer it for you.”
Namjoon squeezes his shoulders gently, leaning down to nip at his mating mark.
"Just this once, I think we should leave it up to Minnie.” Jin giggles and nuzzles into Namjoon's touch.
Yoongi rolls his eyes, muttering something that sounds like 'MY husband….like a pair of freshly presented pups…can't even keep their hands off each other for one damn second."
“Really- don’t leave it up to him.” Tae says, sounding worried.
Jimin shrugs. “I’m not picking up unless someone makes me.”
Tae whips her head around to Jin. “Please make him.”
Jimin’s phone doesn’t stop ringing until he picks up. He puts it on speaker after the whole pack promises to be silent around him- although not without struggle. Hobi has a hand clamped down over your mouth, and Yoongi has a hand around Jungkook’s.
Tae and Jin sit on either side of Minnie, Namjoon behind him with a hand on either shoulder. Jimin’s not usually shy, but his voice cracks when he picks up the phone.
“Hello Jimin, just so you’re aware, you’re on a call currently with the head of hiring, the CFO, and the CEO.”
“Okay, and?” he says, crinkling his eyebrows, substantially unimpressed. He doesn’t understand why exactly that's important. He passes these people every day in the hallways at work; he hardly ever has to give more than a cool nod in hello.
Hobi's laugh cracks out. A scuffle ensues. And by the time you're done, Yoongi has both Hoseok and Jungkook under either arm, one hand around both of their mouths. But you can’t complain, because both Hobi and Jungkook have a hand covering yours. Your words are muffled and Hoseok jerks you against his chest.
“Shhh,” Yoongi hisses, although you continue to squirm.
Namjoon looks over, and you instantly go quiet, blinking at him obediently. Namjoon barely suppresses his smile and a knowing glance at the three boys who practically have to hold you back from pouncing before he moves back to the matter at hand.
“Don’t you dare lick my hand,” Yoongi whisper hisses. But even he’s shifting from foot to foot. Worked up by the energy in the room. The anticipation. The nervousness is palpable.
Luckily, Hobi's not the only one who finds Jimin's retort funny. Although the laughter through the phone is crackly. "He's exactly like you said!"
"Sorry. Was that rude?" Namjoon puts his head in his hands. Tae looks like she's about to be sick. Jin mouths one word.
'Behave.'
If there’s one person who Jimin reliably listens to, it’s Jin.
"No, it's refreshing." A quiet, feminine voice says. Silvery. Beta. You can feel it in your blood. That same voice continues speaking. You have a feeling that's the CEO.
They cut straight to the point. “We’re prepared to offer you a generous contract, better than any offer you might have received through your personal or private email. We’d like to transfer you.”
“To another group?” Jimin’s eyebrows are knit together. “Am I in trouble for getting violent with the fan today?”
“No not at all, you were well within your rights and guidelines stated within your old contract. The company would just like to help you realize this opportunity.”
Jin sits back and scoffs, understanding the difference between 'realizing this opportunity' and 'making a shit ton of money off of you.' Viral moments don’t come around often. Jin doesn't like it, and Jin doesn't let his pack get taken advantage of. He's dubious.
He reaches out to hang up the phone. But Tae stays his hand, eyes flickering from Jimin to the pack omega. Her eyes wordlessly beg, 'give him a second.'
Jimin hardly even realizes the quiet conversations that are going on. Shifting listlessly in his chair for comfort. Rocking back and forth. Under the table. Tae holds the chair so that it doesn’t squeak. She would never hold Jimin still or stop him from stimming.
“Where are you transferring me to then? If it’s not to another group?”
“To our modeling department first, and then acting if interest persists."
“Acting?”
“Yes, there has been some interest, although it’s mostly from fashion houses. You’ve caught the eye of some very important people.”
Jimin can't help but think that the last time he caught the eye of some very important people, he ended up becoming an assassin, but this seems substantially less risky.
Jimin sits back like a puppet with his strings cut, on the table, his phone dings, 80,000 followers on Instagram now. His comments and dm’s flooded with many thirsty omegas and even a few alphas. Hobi lets go of you with a pointed look in your direction, and Yoongi quickly takes his place. Holding you and Jungkook under either arm.
Hobi goes one by one, taking the pack's phones from the table and from pockets, turning each of your accounts to private. Namjoon fumbles with his, drops his, and before he can bend over and pick it up- Hobi does.
When he looks up- he's surprised to find jin literally holding Namjoon's dick under his short the way most people would hold hands- Jin holds his dick for comfort, hand snaked up under the hem. The pack alpha's stance is wide, leg hopping up and down. Hobi snorts and pinches his thigh the pack alpha's knee hits into the table.
Jin takes his hand out from under the table. Barely looking even flustered. Hobi rolls his eyes and hands him a napkin for his hand.
When Jimin looks over at Tae, she gives him a reassuring look. jutting her chin at the phone as if to say "Go on"
Jimin sighs, and everyone holds their breath. "Alright."
Jin leans forward, taking the phone and putting it in Infront of him instead of Jimin. “This is Jimin’s pack omega Kim Seokjin.” It’s a name that they’ll come to fear in the next 18 hours of ruthless negotiations and iterations of the contract. A name that will be added to Jimin's new manager's phone with the tag 'do not ignore'. Jin will make a name for himself nearly instantly.
“I would love the opportunity to discuss this in person. What’s your schedule like tomorrow? I take it you have a sample contract already drafted? You can send it over and I’ll make my edits by the morning.”
The call buzzes, closes, and everyone's quiet for a few seconds, then Yoongi's loud 'gah!" punctuates the stunned quiet. He's holding both his hands, glossy. You and Jungkook giggle and high-five, a perfectly coordinated attack.
"Do you know anything about contracts, hyung?" Jimin asks Jin. But Namjoon already has his phone out with Google drawn up. 10 things to know before you sign a modeling contract.
Jin looks up at Jimin, and in a rare moment of honesty, confesses. "No. But they don't need to know that."
Tae wraps her arm around Jimin's shoulder, leaning her whole body against his. He leans forward, letting her put her weight onto him. Carrying it effortlessly. Jin leans back in his chair, looking at you first, smiling, already looking tired- then to Yoongi.
"Could you put on a pot of coffee, Yoongichi? And maybe order us some food?" It's nearing 8pm, the time for starting and finishing anything like a nutritious meal for his pack has come and gone. But Jin's instincts do not quite; he can't do this if they're yelling in his ear that no one's been fed.
"I don't think any of us can spare a moment for the soup."
The pack clear the table. Computers get brought out and papers get printed. The contract they send is over 50 pages long and full of legal jargon that takes hours to sort through. Everyone takes a few pages. You and Jungkook are banned from the coffee since you're already caffeinated naturally. But Namjoon, Yoongi, Jin, Jimin, and Hobi take to it with surprising vigor (and with pink highlighters and fluffy pens pilfered from Tae's library room.)
They tolerate you and Jungkook and the way you hop from packmate to packmate begging for kisses and hyung can you help set up the noodles the way I like them? When Thai food comes and goes.
They've got remarkable self-control as you cuddle into Yoongi's lap. Knees on either side of him, squirming close. Pressing his lips to your temple to settle you down. Jungkook similarly sprawls across Jin and Jimin's laps. Although that has it's uses; Jimin can't be unhappy or nervous when he's got happy packmates all over him. Brushing through his hair and feeding him bites of food. Even he curls around Jimin's ankle at one point.
Noodle steals a piece of chicken without anyone noticing until he's already scampering off with his bushy tail held up high.
Eventually, Jin levels Tae with a look over the edge of his glasses, and she gets up to get both you and Jungkook settled for bed. With a pinch and a swat to your behind for attempting to wheedle your way into a later bedtime. But rules are rules for a reason.
Tae gets you and Jungkook upstairs, but then when she comes back down, Jin only looks pointedly at Jimin too (if there's anyone who needs beautyrest it should be him)
"This doesn't seem right. Is 30% industry standard or are they trying to pull one over on you?"
"Babe, what does perpetuity mean?"
"It means forever." Tae answers, Namjoon squints at the small font. Thick rimmed glasses sliding down the tip of his nose.
"Oh yeah, they definitely want rights to use his likeness in perpetuity without any additional contract negotiations."
Jin leans over and snatches the page from Hobi's hand. “oh absolutely not.”
Beauty rest and Tae's makeup are a necessity by the time the morning rolls around. Jimin doesn't even tell Tae she's being too much when she guides him through her 7-step skincare routine. Everyone's tired and quiet as the whole pack piles into two cars far too early. You sleep, head squished against Hobi's shoulder. Groggy when all 8 of you arrive. You've never seen Jimin's entertainment building but it stretches high. Up and up and up in an impressive array of steel and glass, scraping the sky and thick clouds.
Your matching outfits feel more like a necessary barrier between you and the outside world; you match with Tae and a bit with Jungkook too. You woke up feeling squishy and soft around the edges, happy to be guided into clothes already set out for you. It's sort of your job as the lowest-ranking omega- your instincts guide you to be soft and needy whenever the pack is at their most volatile so that they have something to tether their instincts to in the meantime.
Jungkook is feeling it similarly, bouncing from packmate to packmate for settling. Wrapping his arms around Jimin in something of a frog crawl as you park and make your way to the building. Jimin pauses a block away.
"We can use the employee entrance; they don't like it when they come through the front."
"Jimin, just this once, I think you can fuck what the company thinks."
But it takes Tae to say, "Do you really think this dress deserves the back door?" and give him a twirl for the 7 of you to get Jimin to go in. There's only a trio of photographers at the front door. Not too many people are watching and waiting for the celebrities. You watch Jimin fall into easy step beside you, arm out to guide you to the door- totally on autopilot before he realizes they're not taking pictures of you- but of him.
Oh- this is something you're all going to have to get used to.
You cling to Tae and to Yoongi. Everyone dressed to their best. Although the pack in general favors self-expression, you understand the necessity of looking a certain way for things like this. You don't mind being a pretty accessory. Your matching outfits make you appear from the outside as a uniform front.
The people at the front desk do a double-take at the 8 of you marching in, and when Jin and Jimin go up to the front desk while the rest of you make to sit in the waiting room, someone bounces up to the gate, pressing a button to make it stay open. A security guard steps aside to let you through. A master keycard already in hand.
Jimin could use his own, but he didn't want to.
In the hallway, the 8 of you pass Jimin's idol group. Making their introductions and offering congratulations. "Ah hyung, you didn't tell us your omega's where hot-" “of course the infamous Mr.Park has to have a pack to match,” Jimin grumbles, but not too much. Even Namjoon looks a little puffed up at so many pretty young alphas. Jungkook is known among them, but he stays behind Hobi, grinning a little shyly. More demure than usual.
You grab his hands. Holding it tight. He holds back just as firmly. You resist the urge to hide behind Jin.
One of the smaller alphas spots the mark on your throat and looks a little dejected. Jimin claps them on the back a little roughly. But they come and go, with their own schedules to attend to.
The meeting goes as well as can be expected.
Jin handles most of it, taking it better than namjoon thought possible when some of his edits get stricken through during negotiation. Every time Jimin chimes in or legal asks him a direct question he glances at Tae, as if to make sure his words get her stamp of approval.
She sits poised, nervously glancing back and forth between Jimin's manager and the CEO, and Jin. Especially when they get into the thick of negotiations and Jin's domineering side comes out.
They've clearly never dealt with a pack omega like Kim Seokjin.
By the end of the morning and into midday, they're already on their second draft. Until Jin, Jimin, and Namjoon tell the pack they can wait out in the hallway. And by noon they come out and tell you it might be best for the rest of you to go home. You want to stay for moral support, but it's tough.
You tug on Namjoon's lapels, eyes flickering from his face down. He presses a kiss to your forehead to soothe you. Namjoon reads your concern effortlessly.
"We've got Minnie pup; he's going to be fine." He ducks low, pressing a kiss to your forehead again. Checking in with you. "Can you do something for me?"
You cling to his waist, and an employee passes by your little group with a dubious glance in your direction, but Namjoon pays them no mind. "Yes, alpha."
"Minnie is going to need a very very good nest when he gets home today, and I know your nests are the comfiest. Can you go make Alpha one? Maybe in the quiet room at the back of the house?" Your eyes light up, and Namjoon's heart squeezes painfully. He wonders if seeing you in Omegaspace will ever get less dangerous for his heart, if the novelty of it will ever wear off- he hopes not.
It takes a bit more struggle and promises (not all of Namjoon's concessions pg) for him to convince Tae to go home too. But this might be easier if Jimin doesn't have her to focus on. It took Jin and Namjoon about 2 seconds to realize that as long as Tae was in there, Jimin was only going to make decisions with her in mind.
That kind of thing was alright 6 months ago. But now, as a united front, Namjoon and Jin have plans and dreams for their pups. Jimin should only do this if he wants to.
And yet…
Later, Jimin will sit on that same bench, breathing deeply, excused for a second because Namjoon and Jin reassured him that he could. His head will be in his hands, elbows balanced on his knees. Relaxing just a little when Jin sits down beside him. “I need a manager. All of this- all of the paperwork is so much- I don’t-" Jimin’s chest heaves, and Jin reaches across his knee to grab his hand.
“I could do it, since I stopped-" he breaks off. Letting the silence hover. The unfilled space tempted for words. My work at the FBI, all of the mafia stuff. He grins down at Minnie, at his pup. “It looks like we both underwent career changes at the right time.” Jin is ever careful not to say it here.
“Career growth,” Namjoon corrects him.
Jin shrugs, “I don’t mind being your manager until we find someone trustworthy." Deep down, Jin knows they'll never find someone who's enough. He knows what he's signing up for. He doesn't hate the idea of it. It was kind of fun to yell a little in the meeting, to see those alphas and the one beta shake in their boots and hide behind their designer suits.
And besides, lounging around the house with nothing to do was fun for the first few months. But Jin has been going just ever so slightly crazy, cooped up at home with nothing for his mind to do. "I’m pretty good at managing things, you know.”
“You are.” Jimin agrees, already looking so so tired. So thankful. Leaning over, nuzzling into Jin's throat once, then settling his cheek on the larger omega's shoulder. Overwhelmed in that sensory way that has Jin thinking that all he needs is to be in the nest.
But there are things that Jin has to say, in this moment of quiet with Jimin. “Jimin, this is a good change for you. I don’t think that your job- being literally on guard all the time- I don’t think that was good for you long term.”
“But Tae-”
“Tae didn’t like it either. No one likes you having to be so on edge all the time; it's dangerous.”
“But what reason do I have to change? It works for me, I like my job, they don’t make me talk to people, and I like that. It’s fine. I can live with it."
Jin tips his head, eyes soft. Namjoon just watches the two of them. Feeling strangely possessive. This is my pack, this is something I made. This intimacy and this softness. All of this is something I cultivated. Namjoon licks his teeth, watching Jin and Jimin with heavy eyes, and promises his inner alpha- later.
“You might not have a reason to change, but do you also have a reason not to? Do you have a reason to fight this?"
It takes Jimin a few days to realize that no, he doesn't have a reason to fight this change. To resist it.
And besides, getting paid to try on fancy clothes and have his picture taken hardly seems like the most difficult job in the universe. Certainly not the most difficult job Jimin's ever had.
Later, there will be a lot of work to do; Jimin will go into the company's photography wing, will get his makeup done professionally (and will instantly agree Tae does a better job, maybe that's just because her makeup comes with kisses and Tae Tae Tae.) Later, Jimin will get headshots taken from as many angles of his face as they can. One with bare skin, light makeup, and then heavier stage makeup.
He's a little dubious when he gets asked to walk a sample runway for the first time.
Jimin has a team assigned to him now. He sort of recognizes the group of them from passing them in the hallways. From seeing them outside in the winter, trading snowballs and giggling. From seeing the Beta get 4 coffees from the cart in the lobby in the morning, and one of the omegas out behind the building for a smoke break.
There are 3 omegas and an older beta woman, the only boy is a head taller than the rest of them. Although with the way they look, Jimin does a double-take. Something about their eyes, wide- the freckle below the eye- reminds Jimin very much of the old Tae. But that's about where the similarities end; he’s loud where Tae is quiet and animated when Tae is reasonable.
The one that reminds him of Tae trips, and Jimin's hand is already out to grab their shoulder. The beta catches his gaze, looking a little thankful at him. Jimin just sighs, already too tired.
The omegas have pink, purple, and blue hair, and the beta has black hair. They’re as monochromatic with their clothing as they are colorful with their hair. It takes Jimin about 10 minutes in their presence to realize how sweet the beta is on the three of them, how much she looks after them.
One of them wears bright feather earrings, and the other wears sequined pants that Jingle when she walks. Jimin sort of wishes he could know what they feel like. They've got more piercings between the four of them than the whole pack has, but most of them are on the pink-haired omega.
The whole room has overhead lighting so stark that Jimin hardly casts a shadow. The black makeup chair and black cameras. Everything. White and black. Monochrome except for the people who work on him, trading blush colors and color pallets. "He's definitely a light summer."
Jimin balks, and the purple-haired omega hesitates where she's blotting at his face. "What?"
"My girlfriend says I'm a light spring."
"Girlfriend huh?"
"Yes, both of my girlfriends are very good at makeup." They took off Jimin's makeup before, removing the hints of Tae. The purple beta looks like she wants to roll her eyes, but doesn't.
"Alphas are so spoiled."
The beta also runs the casting department, and she's kind but strict. Her lips bright pink. They disrobe Jimin after he stops squirming, putting him in just a plain black button-up, standard apparently. He picks at his sleeves and fidgets, and the one boy omega (whose name Jimin forgets the second he gets introduced). Looks down at him, semi-frustrated.
Jimin fiddles with the clothing, too new, the rough fabric pressing in on him from all sides, and he tries to get comfortable. But the second time he accidentally runs into their hands while they're working, they look up at him, annoyance showing on their faces. "Sorry."
And yet, Jimin fidgets still. Until the beta gestures and everyone takes their hands off of him, Jimin's breathing is getting shallow. It's a good thing that the pack isn't here, because they'd whisk Jimin out of here in a second.
The beta looks down at him, pink, yellow, and green-toned concealer dotted on the back of her hand. "Everyone give him a second." They do. She grabs his hand before he rips the shirt off.
"Hey, hey, hey, slow down. That shirt is worth like 8 hundred dollars. Tell us what's wrong and we can fix it."
"The tag is pressing into my neck, it's all I can feel."
A look crosses the beta's face so quick that Jimin can't decipher it. A realization maybe. She rummages around in her makeup bag for a moment. "Lean forward." She applies a piece of tape over his nape- the initial application makes alarm bells go off in Jimin's head. And his fingers grip the armrests of the chair hard. But after he rolls his shoulders and gets used to it. It is better, a lot better.
When he looks up and offers his thanks, the beta is already adding a note to her notebook. There's a piece of tape on the front of it, and the label reads Mr. Park. It's strange. Jimin's not used to being more than a number.
Jimin doesn't know it yet, but she's going to start each of his primping sessions with that. She'll have a little care plan written up for him. Tape to the nape first, rings last, hair before makeup because Jimin likes the smell of that one hair conditioner so much that he's likely to fall asleep and tolerate the makeup much more easily.
After the headshots are taken, they change him again. The beta dresses him herself, fiddling with the roll of his sleeves more than he thinks possible. Jimin would say that it’s just too much fuss, but he has seen Jin do the same thing with Namjoon time and time again, so he lets it slide.
One of the omegas, the one with the purple hair, taps the scar on his shoulder. “What's this from?”
Before he has the chance to respond, the beta does so for him. “I know a bullet wound when I see one.”
“It was a stab wound, actually.”
She levels him a look over her glasses, a pin between her teeth. “Sureee,” she drags the syllable out.
Eventually, after Jimin's been poked and prodded and put back together into something they think is beautiful, he walks up to the catwalk. Already feeling nervous and dubious. There are more cameras in the room than he feels comfortable with. The catwalk has a few steps up, maybe two feet. He pauses at the top of it. The pink-haired omega and the beta follow him just to continue fiddling with the placement of his shirt, his belt, the roll of his pants, and the pleats in the back.
"The vertical elements will help us orient your body and the way that you walk, that way we can coach you on any changes you need to make to your stride." The beta explains.
"I don't know how to walk like a model. The video- when I was-" he pauses, hums. “I wasn’t thinking about anything.”
“Just walk normally, you’re alpha candy enough that should do the trick.” Purple hair juts their chin forward at him. Already lounging on the settee at the front of the catwalk. Black and leather.
"Alpha candy?"
"You know, an alpha that looks like an omega."
“That’s not very good advice.”
The Blue-haired omega snorts at Jimin’s comment. “Oh my god you are like so blunt I love it do it again.”
It seems the purple-haired omega likes to spar, because she crosses her legs and considers him, eyes flicking down Jimin’s body. “That’s tough words from someone still wearing Chelsea boots in this day and age.”
“My girlfriend got these for me.” Jimin steps forward, letting them click. “And if you insult her taste again, I’ll do worse than make sure that’s the last insult you ever hurl.”
“What’s worse?”
Jimin smiles. Makes it kind. “I’ll walk out of here.”
The omega leans back in the chair, pouting. The pink-haired one finishes and stands to his full height. “There you go, they’re gonna eat you up.”
Jimin wishes you were here, that you and Tae hadn’t decided to go home. He doesn’t like change; however simple this job seems. It's still a change. Jimin is still uncomfortable.
The beta steps up to the edge of the catwalk to talk to him. “Walk like we’re all beneath you, like it’s hardly worth your time to step on us. That’s why the CEO wants to hire you. Because you walk like a villain.”
Jimin pouts, “I’m not a villain.”
The beta talks to him softly. “I know that, you know that.” Jimin can’t look away from her. In the next few years, this beta is going to become one of Jimin’s best friends. She’s going to become, if not his manager, then his ally.
"Just try, I know you can be convincing."
"You saw the video."
"I did."
"You looked scared shitless." The purple-haired omega chimes in.
"I wasn't." the purple-haired omega shorts. "I wasn't."
She snaps her fingers, and jimin’s blood pressure spikes immeasurably higher. The beta shoots her a look, "Convince her then. Convince all of us that maybe if you're not the villain, that you could be. Come on. It's fun. No one's going to judge you here."
"Oh, I definitely will."
"Jongyeon-" the beta says. Voice taking on a lethal edge. Jongyeon looks at the beta, sighs.
"Fine. I'll behave."
Jimin doesn't know it yet, but this beta is going to be the person who finally gets him to quit cigarettes. Who will save him from an unreasonable snafu involving his buttons at Paris Fashion Week three seasons from now when he’s the main event. Who will fight for him to start Versace and channel in the same breath.
It's going to take Jimin 5 years before he's on the cover of Vogue, but she's going to be the person to take the photo. She's going to come to your and Tae's wedding, and she's going to be the one to touch up Jimin's makeup when he inevitably cries it all off during your first dance.
The beta goes to sit on the couch with the rest of Jimin’s team, flopping down into the space where they make room for her. The pink-haired omega immediately wraps her arms around her waist, and the boy omega with the blue hair straightens up, flushing when he catches Jimin's gaze.
Jimin does his best, concentrating on not tripping on the white catwalk under his feet and the tap of his shoes. He does not look down at them. He imagines the rage, the kind that he feels when he's killing- when he used to kill. He lets it roll off of his shoulders in waves as he moves like he’s the murder weapon, and there is no choice at the end of the catwalk.
Before he turns, he heads back through time, back through different choices. Once he’s at the end, he turns back, looks once directly at the beta, and then disappears behind the velvet curtain. Only to return a moment later, back again. Bright-eyed, eager to receive praise.
“How did I do?”
“Oh my god. Can I keep you?” "wow, that was…so so villian." “I have goosebumps, Jiji, literal goosebumps.” The beta stands, giving a single set of slow claps. The purple-haired omega (Jimin refuses to learn her name until she learns to be nice to him) even studies him.
"I guess that wasn't terrible for a first try."
The beta stands, a little jaunt to her step, a little happy. Jimin can tell. She's pleased. Okay, maybe I can do this. Jimin thinks. Maybe this won't be so bad.
“Alright, alright. Do that again, only this time-” the beta steps up to one of the black cameras, flicking it on. Red light blinking.
“-Do it like you mean it, Mr. Park.”
~-~
Notes:
this is the ending to jimin's story that i always saw, it might seem a little silly at first glance! chronologically i really wanted the chapter after this to come before this one- but that chapter was giving me problems so i decided to move them around so that you wouldn't go another two months without an update.
if it wasn't abundantly clear namjoon is litterally trying to breed jin lol. i didn't want to waste time on it but i think that either getting pregnant outside of a heat is incredibly rare for an omega- or jin is on a contraceptive and all of them are or something. i feel like i've mentioned this before but i just can't remember.
the beginign of this chapter took me alot longer to edit than the end of it mostly because it was just off when i opened it up? idk i feel like alot of time- too much time- passed between bily updates so my pacing is off because usually my pace matches up.
OKAY so i know no one will belive me but- i actually had this idea before mr.lee blew up on social media- because he did blow up before in 2018 and i was kinda like 'lol this would be funny to put in' i sort of love that jimin is so resistant to change until tae is like 'bruh- what the fuck'
ive decided that jimin has 5 older alpha brothers back home and tae only has one younger omega brother and thats part of their backstories. i think that tae and jimin lowkey do not have any contact with their families, but that once jimin goes viral they do try and get in contact with him and jimin shuts them down so hard. i also think thats how tae's family finds out that she's transitioned and she tries to meet them one more time- because she actually does miss having a family and they try to stage a godly intervention for her and it makes her fall into a depression that the m/c helps her get out of but :( a sad idea for their future that i don't really want to talk about ever- it's probably a year or two after the m/c and tae get married which will crologically align with jimin's career really taking off.
i hope my comments on idol fan culture don't go over people's heads with this one- i almost edited them out but i do feel like i needed to make it obvious why jimin was in the right for shoving a fan.
the 'funny' comments on jimin's video are straight copied from comments on mr.lee edits on tictok. i feel like the funniness might not have translated but oh well.
lowkey love that yoongi is namjin's biggest hater in all of this HE'S ALLOWED he's jin's HUSBAND.
lowkey contemplated having jin litterally hold namjoons dick under the table 'for comfort purpouses' during the entirity of the call but decided against it. you should just know that mentally they are. LOL PSYCHE I WENT BACK AND ADDED IT BECASUSE I THOUGH IT WOULD BE FUNNY.
in my mind the same 'important' people who jimin has drawn the attention of is the same music executive that first recruited him into the assassin lifestyle a world away who still has a soft spot for him.
i also realize that almost every time i mention a beta they're a woman and i think thats because the beta gene and the x chromosome are kinda linked- i think most beta's are women. like a 60/40 split.
the backstory here is that i think the male omega and the girl omega's are actually all fucking but pretending they're not a pack together- and at one point in the future one of the girl omega's gets into an abusive relationship and jimin murders them for her. like that's the last murder he does because she comes to work one day with bruises around her throat and jimin knows the domestic violence stats on strangulation and decides he's not going to wait around for her to become another statistic! the beta 100% knows what jimin used to do for work, i lowkey think that the whole entertainment company is just sort of a rehabilitation for people who used to be involved in the mafia life like- there's a certain amount of overlap especially in the idol group. i totally think that's where the family sends their unruly omega's to get taught how to be charming/starve them of love and food into submission.
i lowkey thing that the beta makeup artist was just like "oh this boy is so autistic and needs to be protected."
tbh i think it i had to say who it was, the beta, my brain is leaning towards jihyo, the one boy omega is probably felix, idk who the others are besides jongyeon because the beef deserves to be across universe lines.
Hi guys! I've been compiling a fic rec list for a few years now & figured why not share! I've also included some from AO3. I'm active on there, too, and I tend to bookmark stories I really enjoyed. You can look at my account if you want here. In no particular order... I give you... a handful of my BTS fic recs. My favorites are in bold, but I really love all of these!
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Untitled (Tumblr) by @ohhowjooniewept | Jungkook x reader | ~10k
I am a SUCKER for the obsessive boyfriend trope, and this fic does it wonderfully! It's a best friends to lovers AU (he's not an idol) with yearning, smut, and a little bit of healthy angst.
34 Missed Calls (Tumblr) by @becomingbts | Seokjin x reader | 11k
Angsty angsty angsty! It's a happy ending, though! Another best friends to lovers AU. Little bit of hurt/comfort, miscommunication, and idiots to lovers. Seokjin gets in a minor car accident, and the reader is pretty depressed in there for a second, just as a heads up.
Untitled (Tumblr) by @ohhowjooniewept | Jungkook x reader | 13k
This author does obsessive!Jungkook SO WELL. The reader has a tough family situation (just in case that might be triggering) that Jungkook helps her get through. So so good. As the author says: "angst, smut, fluff, filthy fucking obsession".
pour up (Tumblr) by @jungkxook | Jungkook x Reader x Taehyung | 14k
GUYS this one is a masterpiece!!!! We get fuckboy/fratboy Jungkook and Taehyung x reader. The smut is impeccable, the freak is freaking, and I felt like the way American college is written is very accurate. This has got to be one of my all time favs.
a hero’s journey (Tumblr) by @hansolmates | Jungkook x reader | 22k
Best friend's boyfriend AU! I go crazy for a strength kink which this has!!!!! Also a bit of Schrodinger's Ethics going on here but I think it's great. It's an AU, so no idols. That's a bit of a theme for me...
The Roommate (Tumblr) by @jjungkookislife | Taehyung x reader x Jimin | ~84k
Here's a freaky series about the reader, who's in a weird situationship-thing with vmin at the start, moving in with a new roommate Jungkook. Enter: jealousy, smut, angst, confusion, threesomes, etc. Another AU.
Turbulence (AO3) by orphan_account | Yoongi x reader | 212k
I'm normally a bit of a soulmate!AU hater, but this one does it so incredibly well. The slow-burn is INSANE. We get so so much fluff, skinship, and angst. The concept is fresh, too! Basically, in this universe, when someone has a soulmate they can no longer eat food or drink anything besides water, and their only way to gain energy/sustenance is via physical contact with their soulmate. Yoongi's in BTS in this, too!
Close up (AO3) by Calypso84 | Yoongi x OC | 47k
A lovely canon compliant fluffy lil story. Ji-Ho (the OC) is a professional photographer who's hired by Yoongi. So so cute, and (what I'd imagine to be) realistic given the circumstances of dating an idol.
Falling Skies (AO3) by fortunexkookie | Jungkook x reader | 50k
Jungkook is reader's best friend's twin brother. When the best friend tragically passes away, Jungkook and reader are forced together in their grief (eventually). It's angsty, fluffy, and Jungkook is a fucking freak (which we KNOW I love). His POV chapters are INSANE, and the smut is great. It's an AU!
reading between the lines (AO3) by Anonymous | Jungkook x reader | 51k
University AU where reader and Jungkook get paired together for an art project. Forced proximity + miscommunication + so much fluff. So lovely, Jungkook is a sweetheart!
The Bodyguard (AO3) by rmnamjoons | Namjoon x reader | 62k
Guys. This is my all time favorite fic ever. Reader is an important political figure, and Namjoon is her bodyguard. They go on the run, and have to pretend to be married, and one bed trope, and Namjoon is OBSESSED with reader. Oral fixation ALL DAY. So hot. Ugh. I wish I could get amnesia so I could read this again for the first time.
The Collector (AO3) by joonswhistle | Namjoon x reader | 80k
Here's a canon compliant fic! Reader is an art broker who's hired by Namjoon (anonymously) and tries to figure out who he is. They're so down bad for each other.
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Two Can Play That Game (AO3) by annie_vi | Jikook | 49k
Single Dad!Jungkook x Elementary School Teacher!Jimin. Y'all... this was adorable! Jungkook's daughter is just so freaking cute, and it felt so realistic and is so well-done.
EMOTIONS ON ICE (AO3) by carameLIZed_suga | Jikook | 191k
Hockey Player!Jungkook x Figure Skater!Jimin. It's giving Heated Rivalry in the best way. The story spans over a decade and it's so so slow-burn. So good, you guys. It's bolded for a reason; I think about this fic on the daily!
i need you to be around, so i feel safe and sound (AO3) by calicokm | Jikook | 21k
A cutesy canon compliant one-shot where Jungkook realizes he loves Jimin when Jimin passes out during a concert. So sweet!
SUMMARY: You were born with the ability to see and spot out spirts and monsters. From vampires, to werewolves, demons, ghost and ghouls. Now as an adult you use this “gift” to help your clients overcome their worst demons. The “gift” you had never really caused you trouble now that you’re an adult but you guess some monsters don’t like psychics interfere with their fun.
One night while you were closing your shop two men walked in one short and blond, the other dark haired, and taller than the other. They were both dangerously handsome and the energy that came from them was hot, sensual, and angry. The blond stormed up to you hissing, eyes turning an unnatural shade of black. “So you’re the one putting us out of business?”
Staring at his face you could definitely tell this was one of the men disrupting the lives of so many men and women. So many of your clients have complained about these two men being a one night stand at some club, then as days go on they invade their dreams, and every single thought. Jimin and Taehyung the dynamics incubus duo.
Summary: Reader wants to be the very best Pokémon trainer there ever was. Her first stop in that journey is Paldea University home to a myriad of higher education. Still working to get over her ex boyfriend, Yoongi, reader forms new connections while making a few questionable decisions along the way. Each battle bringing her closer to the glory she's always dreamed of. Will she succeed in becoming champion or will outside forces stop her from achieving her goal?
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Disclaimer: Real life ages mean nothing in this fic. Refer here for ages and my shitty graphics
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Chapter 1
Professor Oak looks towards you as you are the last one to enter the room. There are three other students in his office waiting to be granted the first gift of the Oak’s Club. The blinds let the fall sunlight wash over the professor’s messy desk. Faintly you wonder why he didn’t clean up before the three of you showed up. Probably not a priority for a man that quite recently moved to this region in search of further knowledge. Everything you’ve ever heard or read about him makes you want to ask him a million questions. He’s one of the most accomplished researchers in the country. Which is why you are here before you can even unpack your things at the campus provided housing. Professor Oak chose four students he thinks show exceptional promise.
He invited you here on the recommendation of his colleague, who happens to be your ex boyfriend’s mother. The same ex boyfriend that standing to your left rolling a classic pokeball between his long fingers. Serious is the only way you can describe the look on his face. It is so unlike the normal gentle expression he used to look at you with. The one you’ve loved since childhood. Your stomach drops, sending ebbs of dread through your veins. Of course, you knew you would have to see him soon but you didn’t think it would be quite this soon. The break up wasn’t clean and when he left right afterwards you weren’t sure he was ever going to come back.
The man to your right is a stranger. He is tall with impressive muscles you can see even through his loose fitting shirt. His black hair is pushed off his forehead. He looks like a model you’d see on the billboards in Levincia. The stranger radiates a calm soft energy as he smiles towards you. Something tells you he’s not from this region.
Next to the tall stranger is another man you haven’t met before. He’s a few inches shorter than the other man and has delicate features. His plump lips are pulled back into a smile as he looks around.
“Ah, you must be YN.” Professor Oak says letting his eyes drift over the four students in front of him. “This is Yoongi, but as you're from the same town I’m sure you already know that. This is Namjoon. He’s a second year student, originally from Kanto and this is Jimin. He’s also a second year student originally from Johto.”
The old man points to the tall man as he says Namjoon and the shorter man when he says Jimin.
“Nice to meet you.” Namjoon greets, his voice far lower than what you expected. The tone almost makes you forget about the man on your other side. “I’m studying growth and illnesses in Grass-Poison type Pokemon.”
“Nice to meet you, YN!” Jimin says his voice is soft and warm. There’s something almost angelic about him. “I’m studying growth in Grass and Fairy type Pokémon.”
“Nice to meet you.” You say without glancing at Yoongi. If you look at him you aren’t sure you will be able to hold it together. This summer was supposed to be about getting over him and you thought you succeeded. Obviously, you’re wrong if his presence is making you feel this way. Almost as if you are right back at square one. “I’m studying Battle Strategy and Training.”
“I’m also studying Battle Strategy and Training.” Yoongi says in an almost monotone voice like he would rather be anywhere else in the world.
The professor holds out a single pokeball with both hands. You take the pokeball, holding it gently as if this is the first time you’re holding one. In fact you have one on your belt right now with your Luxio, Spark, who you’ve been raising for several years.
“As a welcome gift to Paldea University and the Oak’s Club I have a Pokemon from my home region. This Charmander is ready for a new adventure and you are the perfect trainer for that task.”
“Thank you so much, Professor Oak. It’s an honor to finally meet you.”
The old man smiles at you before he continues speaking.
“Please meet me at the stargazing event by 7:30. The Dean has asked that I introduce you to the students before his welcome speech.”
He nods before turning to walk back to his desk and take a seat. Without another word the boys file out of the room and you follow closely behind. Yoongi darts away from the direction of the dorms you know he’s staying in. Cabo Poco is too far away to comfortably commute from.
Namjoon and Jimin follow beside you, not saying anything for a moment as they look at their newly acquired pokeballs. There is so much you are wondering about each of them, but blurting all your thoughts is surely not the right choice. When you reach the lobby of the main building Namjoon turns to you.
“If you ever need help Jimin and I live in the Indigo building.” He says stowing his pokeball away. “I’d offer to show you around but I’m supposed to meet my friend soon. See you later, YN.”
Namjoon walks through the large front door and you see him descend the many steps into town.
“I have to go too, but let me get your number. That way if you have a question about something I can help you out!” Jimin says holding out his phone to you.
Quickly, you type in your information and he smiles brightly. There’s no anxiety when around Jimin. It’s like he’s washing a calm aura over you.
“I’ll see you later, Jimin.” You say before starting the walk back to your dorm.
You will need to get supplies in town later, but for now you need to unpack your room. Though your hometown is one of the closest towns you’ve only been to Paldea University one time. On your phone you follow the map to find your building. You are so glad your mom made you save the map despite your protest.
You’ve been assigned to the Violet building. There are eight buildings a short walk away from where classes are held with studio style apartments for students to stay. Approximately 300 students live in each of the buildings named for different colors. Pink and Violet for first years, Indigo and Blue for second years, Green and Yellow for third years and Red and Orange for fourth years.
Many students are walking the same path as you. When you reach the large courtyard between the buildings you stop staring up at the tall buildings. As their names suggest each building is a different bright shade. In the center of the courtyard is a statue of Uxie, a legendary psychic Pokemon, surrounded by a fountain.
Before you go inside you let your new Pokemon out of their ball. The Charmander walks towards you tentatively sniffing the air. You squat down to their level holding out your hand in a non threatening gesture. They nuzzle their snout against your hand and you giggle.
“Should I give you a name buddy?” You stroke your hand across the back of your Charmander’s head and they make a positive sounding vocalization. “How about Sriracha?”
The flame on the tip of their tail wavers for a moment indicating happiness. Genuine happiness fills your heart knowing you get to raise another Pokemon. You’ve always wanted a fire Pokemon but they aren’t common in the area you were allowed to explore as a child. Your parents only allowed you to keep Spark. They wanted to make sure you really knew how to take care of a Pokemon and now you are ready for a whole team.
There isn’t a Fire type gym in this region but you’ve seen videos of the ones in other regions. For as long as you can remember your goal has been to become a champion then start a Fire type gym. Most of the battles you’ve done were with your classmates but you are determined to find more difficult competition here at Paldea University. Yoongi has been your only real competition for years. The two of you were the only ones who took battle strategy class seriously. It makes sense, in this world not everyone can be a top trainer.
Sriracha follows you closely with each step you take towards the Violet Building. When you get into the hallway you decide to call them back to the pokeball. There are a lot of people roaming around. Sriracha doesn’t protest, seeming nervous about all the people as well. You hope you can grow a strong bond with this Charmander.
When you get to the door with your name on it you take a deep breath before unlocking the door with your school ID. There is a small hallway leading into your room where you’ve put a rack for your shoes. You walk a few more steps inside. To your left is the kitchen, bathroom and your walk in closet. Kitchen is a strong word; it's mostly just a sink, a hot plate and a small refrigerator. The bathroom has a shower tub combo as well as a toilet, sink and mirror. It’s quite spacious considering.
To the right there is a six by six cube bookcase at the end of your bed. It acts as a nice separation from the other side of the room. Your parents left you a light pink couch and a TV with a stand that has extra storage space. It's the one that used to be in your room at home. You don’t imagine you will spend much time watching TV but the thought is nice. There is also a desk provided by the school.
One of your parents made your bed but left the rest of your things packed away. You are thankful for that. The last thing you need is to spend the rest of the day searching for your things. You sit on the couch unzipping your largest suitcase. It takes nearly two hours but eventually all your clothes and belongings find their new homes. Before going down into town for the rest of the items you need you rest on your bed.
Taking in your new surroundings you sigh wishing there was something to distract you. Seeing Yoongi after so long brought up a flood of emotions you thought you would have more time to process. Why would he accept an invitation to the Oak’s Club when he must’ve known his mother recommended you? You’ll have to see him at stargazing and every Oak’s Club event after that.
The stargazing event Professor Oak mentioned is when on the first night all the students gather on the lawn together to look at the stars. It's a good way for people to mingle and meet each other. Your parents met on their first night at this very school and all these years later they are still happily together. Is it foolish to hope that maybe the same will happen for you? But you don’t want to settle down. Being the top champion has always been your dream. Couldn’t a lover potentially get in the way?
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After resting for twenty minutes you make the trek down the many stairs that lead to Mesagoza. Spark joins you on the walk bringing you a sense of comfort in this new environment. Lots of students are roaming around town stocking up on essentials and exploring.
Once you’ve purchased all the items you need a delicious looking food stand comes into view. You purchase your food and round a corner to find a place to sit. It’s only after you’re seated that you see your ex sitting just a few tables away. You decide to ignore him and dig into your food happily. Spark lies at your feet like a guard as if he can feel your unease.
When you are wiping the corners of your mouth the chair in front of you scrapes across the ground and Yoongi sits down. He looks less serious than before but something is still different.
“Hi, YN.” He says, folding his hands on the table as he looks at you.
“What do you want?” You say harshly meeting his eyes.
“Can we please talk? I swear I didn’t have a—”
Spark is glowing like he’s charging himself to shock Yoongi. You hold up a hand to your ex boyfriend and recall your pokémon to his ball. The last thing you need is to have to explain to the Dean why your Pokémon is shocking people.
“I don’t want to talk to you, right now.” You sigh, closing your eyes for a moment to collect your thoughts. “You broke up with me out of the blue then left the region for months with no explanation.”
Yoongi nods his head before standing. He takes a few steps away before turning around and scanning you with his eyes. His voice is soft when he speaks.
“If you ever want to hear my explanation, come find me. Oak’s Club is going to make us be around each other and I’d rather we were on good terms.”
Yoongi walks away without a further word. Part of you really wants to know what he has to say, but the other part of you knows you should forget about him. You miss Yoongi but how could you ever trust him after what he did?
Back in your dorm room you put away your new items. You let Spark and Sriracha out of their Pokéballs. They get along well immediately much to your surprise. Usually, it takes a little while for different types to warm up to each other.
It doesn’t take you long to get ready for the stargazing event so you decide to eat a snack while watching TV. Spark curls up on your lap while Sriracha stays on the floor watching curiously. You vaguely wonder if they have ever seen a TV before.
At 7:15 someone knocks on your door right as you are getting ready to leave. Namjoon, Yoongi and Jimin are standing in front of your door. Seeing them standing side by side in front of you shows off their height difference. Namjoon is at least four inches taller than Yoongi and Jimin.
“Hi, YN!” Namjoon says cheerily. “I thought we could all walk over together since campus might still be a little confusing for you two.”
You greet them before stepping outside and closing the door behind you. Namjoon leads the way asking how you’ve been finding things so far.
“Not too bad.” You glance at Yoongi who once again looks serious. “I introduced my Pokémon to each other and it went really well.”
This captures both Yoongi and Jimin’s interest; they look at you with curious faces. Namjoon also looks towards you.
“You have another Pokémon?” Namjoon asks clearly surprised and you can tell that he’s excited to hear what you have to say.
“She has a Luxio named Spark.” Yoongi says before you can speak for yourself.
Namjoon almost looks annoyed that Yoongi answered for you, but quickly bounces back to ask questions. For the rest of the walk over Namjoon and Jimin talk to you about Pokémon. Yoongi doesn’t join the conversation despite having just as much to say. You know he does because you’ve talked to him for hours about Pokémon.
“Oak’s Club hello!” Professor Oak says when arrive. The four of you greet him, watching as he grabs something from a nearby table. He holds a stack of four jackets. You can see a small logo of a pokeball with Oak’s Club curved over the top. Below the ball is Yoongi’s name. “I had these jackets made so you can match while representing our club.”
Professor Oak hands each of you a bomber style jacket and you see that he’s personalized them with your names. On the right sleeve you see a Charmander. Each of you has the Pokémon you were given embroidered on the sleeve.
“Thank you so much!” You say running your fingers over the material.
As you wait for students to start showing up Professor Oak asks about your new Pokémon. You learn Jimin named his Cottonee Candy Floss, Yoongi named his Squirtle Crush and Namjoon named his Bulbasaur Bom. Professor Oak seems excited you decided to name your Pokémon. He believes it’s an important part of bringing a trainer closer to their Pokémon.
As more students are finding spots on the grass Professor Oak tells the four of you that he’s going to talk about his plans for the year as well as why he came here. After he speaks each of you is going to introduce yourself to the students and say a little about yourself.
The four of you slip into your matching jackets as Professor Oak steps onto the makeshift stage and speaks into the microphone.
“Hello everyone, my name is Professor Samuel Oak. I am from Pallet Town in the Kanto region. Moving here is the next step in furthering my research and helping nurture the budding researchers and trainers of this university. I’m excited to introduce you to the Oaks Club. A new club this year with individuals handpicked by me. Each of these students has shown exceptional potential in their chosen field with enthusiastic recommendations from my colleagues.” With over 2,000 students watching, Professor Oak is as calm and cool as when he was speaking to just the four of you. “During this year I will meet weekly with these students to discuss a variety of topics as well as give them hands-on experiences. We will be holding benefits throughout the year to raise money for different departments here at Paldea University. In winter we will take a trip to my home region in preparation for the spring excursion.”
A trip to Kanto? Excitement floods your body dreaming about what that trip could be. Professor Oak is one of the most well connected researchers in the world. You can only imagine what kind of knowledge and training he could arrange for you. Your eyes turn to your other club members. Namjoon doesn’t look as excited as you’d expect him to be. Shouldn’t he be excited to return home?
Professor Oak waves the four of you over. You follow them on to the stage and Jimin is the first to introduce himself. He looks confident like he’s spoken before this many people hundreds of times.
“Hello, my name is Jimin Park. I'm a second year research science student with a focus in the growth and evolution of Grass and Fairy type Pokémon. I am originally from Cherrygrove City in the Johto region. My goal is to better understand why grass and fairy types grow the way they do and what outside sources can effect that growth.”
The students clap and look genuinely interested. You are thrilled to be around people who care about Pokemon as much as you do. Most of the students look excited to be here and you can hear many of them talking as Namjoon steps up to the microphone.
“Hi, my name is Namjoon Kim. I’m a second year research science student with a focus in growth and illnesses in Grass-Poison type Pokemon. I am originally from Saffron City in the Kanto region. My goal is to find cures for common illnesses faced by Grass-Poison Pokemon.” His dimples show as he speaks into the microphone.
Yoongi steps forward when Namjoon steps back. He seems calm enough but you know he doesn’t like speaking in front of people like this. His tongue darts out to lick the corner of his mouth before he speaks.
“I’m Yoongi Min. I’m a first year battle strategy and training student. I am from Cabo Poco here in Paldea. My goal is to become the Pokémon League Champion.”
A roar of gasps sweeps through the crowd. It’s a big goal and everyone knows how hard it is to achieve. Even you are a little shocked that he's saying these words to so many people. Yoongi has told you he wants to battle the gym leaders but he never expressed interest in being champion. Contrary to popular belief those things aren’t mutually exclusive. Taking on the champion title requires more responsibility than just battling. Has something changed his mind in the time he was gone?
Yoongi steps back and you take his place smiling nervously as you look over the crowd.
“Hi, I’m YN. I’m a first year battle strategy and training student. I am also from Cabo Poco and my goal is to become the Pokémon League Champion this spring.”
More gasps and a few cheers can be heard from your position at the front. The reigning champion has been in his position for six years. Many have tried and failed to beat him. It would be good for the school’s reputation if one of their students finally beat the Kai Huening. You are confident that you will be that one.
The four of you move away from the microphone and find a spot in the front. The Dean starts his speech talking about the history of this school and all the things he hopes the students can accomplish this year. Trying to pay attention is harder than it should be. Your mind is racing with the possibilities this year will bring. If only it was already spring so you could start the real adventure.
When the dean finishes his speech Yoongi walks away and students surround your group. They all want to know how you go into this club and what they can do to make sure they get in next year. Obviously, none of you have any real advice. Still you tell them to make themselves stand out.
After about fifteen minutes of talking music begins playing over loudspeakers. This is your cue to lie on your back and gaze at the stars as the name of the event suggests. A few staraptor fly overhead as you watch the bright stars light up the night sky. Namjoon starts pointing out constellations and telling you stories relating to them. He reminds you of Yoongi in the way he seemingly knows a lot about a variety of topics.
When you get back to your dorm you quickly get ready for bed and collapse into the soft comforter. Despite your excitement you fall asleep quickly dreaming of battling the random faces you saw today.
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On Monday morning your alarm wakes you an hour and a half before your first class. You stretch your fingers to the sky before getting off your bed. The process of getting ready only takes thirty minutes leaving you plenty of time to head to the dining hall for breakfast.
Sriracha follows closely behind you as you navigate the array of breakfast foods available. Monday, Wednesday and Friday you have three classes: Intro to Theory of Battle Strategy at 9AM, Intro to Pokemon Human Relations at 11AM and Intro to Battle Training at 2PM. This schedule gives you plenty of time so won’t have to worry about sprinting to the next class.
Peacefully, you eat breakfast alone before heading off to your first class of the day. The lecture hall is nearly half full when you arrive. You opt for a seat in the second row several seats away from anyone that is already here.
Everyone is minding their business looking at their books or phones. The second option sounds more fun to you right now. Instagram is the first app you open where you are greeted by a picture of Kai Huening. He is standing in the snow with his Avalugg, who is just as tall as he is, smiling like there is no place he’d rather be. Montenevera, Kai Huening’s hometown, is one of the places you are looking forward to visiting the most. You’ve never had a reason to travel there but it looks beautiful and you are interested to learn about the place that raised one of the greatest pokemon trainers of recent decades.
After a few moments of scrolling you look around the room. More students have taken their seat and as your eyes scan you don’t see anyone you know. Maybe, one or two of them talked to you yesterday at stargazing but you can’t remember.
“Hi, you’re YN, right?” A girl with shiny eyes and a beautiful small face says as she sits beside you. When you nod and she continues speaking. She has short black hair with bangs covering her forehead in a way that really suits her. “I didn’t get a chance to talk to you yesterday. I’m Chaewon Kim. I live down the hall from you.”
“Nice to meet you!” You reply and are about to ask her where she’s from when the professor takes her place at the front of the room.
Nothing very important is discussed during class but still you take diligent notes. If there is anything useful being said you want to make sure you have a note of it. Chaewon falls into step beside you as you walk towards the library. With little prompting she tells you she is from Alfornada, home of the Psychic gym, and is here to study battle strategy and training. There are two gym leaders in Alfornanda and the younger one is the same age as you and Chaewon. You wonder if they know each other, but decide not to ask just yet.
In the library the two of you find a table and start comparing schedules. She is in all the same classes as you. Chaewon speaks so brightly you can’t help but feel happy when speaking to her. You are happy to keep talking to her about pokemon and whatever else you can think of until it's time for Pokemon Human Relations.
When you enter your next class Yoongi is sitting in the third row on the left. You guess you knew he would be in at least one of your classes but you hoped it wouldn’t happen. Chaewon starts moving towards Yoongi and you tap her arm.
“Let’s sit over here.” You say jerking your head in the other direction. Chaewon looks confused for a moment but follows you to the other side of the classroom. Under normal circumstances you wouldn’t volunteer information about yourself but something about Chaewon makes you know she is going to be here by your side for a while. “That guy over there is my ex.”
“Isn’t he in the Oak’s Club too? That must be awkward.” She whispers eyes briefly darting towards your ex dressed in an oversized black hoodie and ripped jeans. “Sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No, it’s okay. I don’t think it’s going to be easy.” You say keeping your voice low on the off chance Yoongi can hear you from the other side of the room. You pull a notebook from your bag and settle into the seat. “It's kind of complicated.”
The professor begins class as Chaewon is starting to reply. Chaewon cuts herself off and gives her full attention to the front of the room. Much like your last class the time is spent going over the key concepts you will be covering in this course. You can feel Yoongi’s eyes trained on you and a quick glance confirms that he is in fact watching you. It’s much harder to forget his existence and what he did to you when he’s in the same room as you.
“Do you want to get lunch?” You ask, trying to get out of class as quickly as possible.
“Sure!” She pulls out her phone as the two of you walk towards the dining hall. “Isn’t the food so much better than you expected?”
Chaewon and you fall into a conversation about the different foods you’ve tried so far. Once you’ve made it through the line and chosen your food you sit at a table by the window. You tuck in to your food admiring the view until a sweet voice interrupts your train of thought.
“Do you mind if I sit here?” Jimin asks with a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “I’m Jimin Park.”
He directs the last part towards Chaewon as he sits down next to you. Jimin includes both of you as he asks how your very first classes were. He seems pleased when you tell him it wasn’t hard and tells you how his professors just dived straight into the material. You almost wish your professors had done the same so there was less room in your brain to think about your ex boyfriend.
The three of you talk about your hometowns over lunch and what you are looking forward to. Chaewon and Jimin are following you out to one of the front lawns when Chaewon says something that surprises you. Though maybe it shouldn’t.
“I want to beat the Elite Four.” She holds her head tall and confident when she says this.
Battle Strategy and Training as a major isn’t always about being the best trainer in the region. There are a multitude of things a person can do with that degree. Nothing she’s said in the last few hours of knowing her would leave you to think she would want to battle them. Usually people are very upfront with that. In your experience it’s something people mention in the first twenty minutes of knowing someone. Trainers like you want people to know they think they are good enough to take on that challenge.
“That’s a really tough challenge.” Jimin says releasing his Cottonee from his ball. Candy Floss rests on Jimin’s lap letting out a happy noise. “The winter tournament alone is going to be tough competition.”
The winter tournament is to determine who has the honor of representing Paldea University in challenging the gym leaders. Of the sixteen best in the school there are only two winners. In order to qualify for the tournament you have to be recommended by a staff member and show above average battling capability. The top champion of the battles gets $7,000 and a basket filled with useful items for their adventure. Technically other students can still try to face the gym leaders, but they usually don’t. If they can’t even win against their peers it’s unlikely they would be able to defeat even the first gym leader.
“You think we don’t know that?” You ask leaning back onto your elbows in the grass letting the sun wash over your face. “You can’t accomplish this dream without an incredible amount of hard work.”
Chaewon smiles, being glad to have someone who understands her. Nothing about this is easy but it’s what makes your whole body feel excited. Raising, training and battling pokemon is what gives you the biggest sense of accomplishment and joy in your life. There is nothing in this world that you want to do more.
“If I don’t make the cut this year I will just train even harder for next year.” Chaewon says brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. She pulls a pokeball from her bag and a Seel appears. Sriracha starts shaking their ball so you let them out and they immediately start playing with Chaewon’s pokemon. “This is Pearl.”
Jimin explains his whole process of naming his pokemon and you follow up by saying the name just felt right. Your method of naming is much closer to Chaewon’s from how she explains Pearl getting her name. It's nice talking to someone who isn’t Yoongi about pokemon. A whole new perspective from two people who grew up in two places very different from your own.
“Jimin, what made you come all the way over here?” You ask, realizing you never got around to asking him that on move in day.
“There’s more opportunities for me here.” Jimin says picking at the grass under his hand. You wonder how many times he’s been asked this question since he started here last year. It must be a lot. You hope he isn’t tired of answering it. “Cherrygrove is a very small town. I could have gone to the bigger cities of my region, but none of them excited me the way Paldea does. I’ve found a lot of good things here so far.”
“I always knew I would come here.” You say looking up to the sky. “My parents met here. My journey to becoming champion was always supposed to start here.”
Chaewon’s eyes widen and she vigorously nods her head like she’s had the same thought. This launches you and her into a conversation about who your parents are. Her parents own the Seabreeze Cafe in Alfornada and have been together since they attended school here. You share some information about your parents and Jimin interrupts you.
“Like the researchers?” Jimin perks up keenly when you say your parents' names.
“Yes, do you know their work?”
Both of your parents are fairly well known pokémon researchers but for different things. Your father has spent the majority of his career studying feeding habits in grass and bug pokemon while your mother studies and practices medicine on large pokemon. She has a particular fondness for fire types which she has passed onto you.
“Of course! Your fathers paper on the long term effects of PokePuffs on combee’s really got me interested in pokemon nutrition.”
You can tell Jimin wants to ask a million questions but he restrains himself. You’ll have to remember to give him your father’s email later. He would love to talk with a passionate student about his research.
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Intro to Battle Training is a bit longer than your other classes. When you enter the classroom you see many of the same faces from your first two classes. Notably, your ex boyfriend is absent and for that you are thankful. Kai Huening’s younger sister, Bahiyyih, is in this class. You recognize her from photos on Kai’s instagram even though it looks like she’s giving herself a hard rebrand in the last few months. It completely slipped your mind that she’s the same age as you.
This class goes much like your others with the professor explaining key concepts and his class structure. The first few weeks will be spent entirely in the classroom. After midterms you will spend half of the class time outside or in battle areas implementing the skills you’ve learned.
He gives you one homework assignment due by the next class: Battle a trainer and write a paper detailing the points that could be improved upon based on the training categories he briefly introduced. He ensures the class the required textbook will expand on each category.
It’s been a long time since you battled a trainer. Spark has mostly fought wild pokemon and you’ve yet to battle with Sriracha. Yoongi has been your only real competition for years. Finding someone that challenges you the same way he does will not be easy. Though Bahiyyih might give you a run for your money. She was raised battling the current champion after all.
You head back to your dorm alone planning on studying for a little while. As soon as the door closes behind you, tiredness overwhelms you. After removing your shoes you make a beeline for your bed and fall asleep on top of the blanket.
Light is still streaming through your window when you wake from your nap. Quickly, you check the time and decide to go for a walk. It’ll be good to familiarize yourself with the surrounding era.
On your way out you see Namjoon playfully spraying his Bulbasaur with a squirt gun. You keep on your path not disturbing the cute moment.
The large gates that surround the school automatically open when you scan your student ID. You let Spark roam free as you walk away from the school. He seems happy to be outside but checks over his shoulder every few minutes to make sure you are still there.
Tall grass adorns each side of the path where you can see small wild pokemon roaming. You walk for nearly twenty minutes finding yourself close to the edge of the river. Your eyes scan the area for a moment before one pokemon in particular catches your eye.
According to your Pokédex app Azurill is a round, blue mouse Pokémon. It has circular ears with pink insides and there are two white dots on its cheeks. Azurill has a thin, black, zigzagging tail and a large blue ball at the end about the same size as its body.
The ball is bouncy and packed with the nutrients it needs to be able to grow. The ball can also be used as a flotation device. It can be seen bouncing and playing on this rubbery tail. The tail can also be spun around like a lasso. When the tail is thrown, the body can go as far as 33 feet. Though Azurill is typically docile, it swings the big ball on its tail to smash into opponents bigger than itself when angered. It lives at the water's edge, where they gather to splash around for fun on sunny days.
You approach a lone Azurill trying to sneakily capture it without drawing attention to yourself. Reaching into your bag your fingers find a classic pokeball and grip it tightly. Spark stays close to your side patiently watching as you fling your ball towards the pokemon. The Azurill goes into the ball, shaking it aggressively before breaking free. The pokémon bounces seeming angered by your attempt.
“Spark, can you help me catch a pokemon?” You ask planting your feet onto the lush grass with determination.
He lets out a happy cry nodding his head. Spark loves to help you in any way that he can. His posture is rigid as he wants for your command. It’s perfect that you stumbled upon a type that’s weak to electric. Not that this should be a particularly difficult battle for the pokemon that you’ve been training for years.
“Spark, use thunder shock!”
Your loyal Luxio digs his claws into the ground harnessing the electrical energy running through his body. Spark jumps into the air, bright light surrounding his form, shooting a large bolt of lightning into the air. The wild pokemon bounces into the air when the bolt makes an impact. The Azurill’s muscles are frozen by the electricity and they are floating in the air until Spark backs off at your request. The Azurill falls to the ground trying to muster the energy to fight back, but they can’t even lift their head.
You throw the pokeball again, hitting your target. The ball twitches instead of shaking and you hold your breath. Your heart races while you wait to see if the Azurill will escape. The ball stills on the ground and you retrieve it. A smile spreads across your face. A new pokemon for you to nurture.
You lean down circling your arms around Spark’s neck when you are sure the electrical charge has diminished. He rubs his head on your cheek and a giggle bubbles past your lips. You reach into your bag for a treat and hold your palm out flat while you praise Spark. Your Luxio gently pulls the treat into his mouth with an appreciative hum.
One of your greatest goals for this year, besides becoming champion of the pokemon league, is to create a bond like the one you have with Spark with all of your pokemon. It was easy to bond with Spark, but you know that might not be the case for future catches. Each pokemon is unique with their own personality, likes and dislikes.
Stomach growling, you decide to head back towards campus planning on going to the dining hall. When you are nearing the gates to the school you hear someone. When you turn you see Bahiyyih Huening and a smaller girl you don’t recognize. You recall Spark and hide behind a tree just close enough so you can hear what they are saying.
“You’ll never live up to Kai’s legacy!” The small girl says as her Magikarp tries to use tackle on Bahiyyih’s Pachirisu. The Magikarp looks like it's been shocked already and the tackle doesn’t hit very hard. “You’re always going to live in his shadow and you’re not even interesting like Lea. Just a boring student who brings shame to the Huening family.”
“You shouldn’t speak to her like that.” You say popping out from behind the tree. You can’t stand to hear another ridiculous word come from that girl's mouth. “She’s literally beating you. Your Magikarp is one hit away from being unable to battle.”
Bahiyyih looks over her shoulder and you can tell these words are affecting her more than she wants to show. She takes a deep breath and turns back to the battle at hand.
“I am my own person and I am a much more skilled trainer than you.” Bahiyyih says without a waver in her tone. “Kepi, use Thunder Shock!”
Her pokemon does as she commands and you were right, the Magikarp is unable to battle when Bahiyyih tells her pokemon to back off. The other girl picks up her pokemon and runs away without another nasty word.
“Hi, you must be YN. I’m Bahiyyih Huening.” Bahiyyih says scooping her pokemon off the ground and into her arms.
Bahiyyih has bleached her long beautiful hair giving it a soft blonde color. She is wearing a black tank top with her hometown’s name written on it and black ripped jeans. Her chunky black boots give her at least another inch of height making her tower over you.
“Nice to meet you.” You say studying the many piercings decorating her ears. “Does this happen a lot?”
She lets out an unamused laugh and sighs before she replies. Her words are slightly muffled from pushing her face into her Pachirisu’s fur.
“Yeah, it's happened three times since I got her last week.” She looks up at you as she says the next sentence. “I can show them how wrong they are but it still hurts knowing that these people have preconceived ideas about me because of my siblings.”
Bahiyyih changes the subject as the two of you begin walking towards the gate. She asks you about your classes and you realize she is actually in all your classes, not just the last one. Bahiyyih talks fondly of battling and is excited to face even more of her classmates.
“The best thing about being here,” she says once the two of you enter the dining hall and are filling your plates. “is that it's warm. At home there is snow on the ground 365 days a year. I had to buy a whole new wardrobe when I moved.”
“I really like your style.” You say loading noodles onto your plate.
Bahiyyih smiles and you can tell that it means a lot to her. Maybe she was nervous about her new style, but it genuinely suits her nicely. When your plates are full you look for a table but before you can sit down you spot Jimin waving you over.
Jimin is sitting with Namjoon and a handsome man you don’t recognize. You sit next to Namjoon with Bahiyyih right across from you. The stranger quickly introduces himself as Taehyung Kim, a second year healing major with a focus in music therapy. Taehyung is from Azalea Town in the Johto region and decided to come here because the music therapy program here is far more advanced. He and Jimin became friends last year when they were in Pokemon Human Relations together. They bonded over both growing up in Johto. They lived fairly close to each other but never managed to run into each other until they came to Paldea University.
Much to her dismay the boys already know who Bahiyyih is and aren’t surprised that her major is Battle Strategy and Training. To their credit though, not a single person asks anything about her brother. Instead Taehyung starts telling everyone a story about the time he saw a wild Gyarados that almost capsized his fishing boat.
When Taehyung finishes his story it seems that Jimin has told Namjoon who your parents are. He tells you how much he loves a very specific paper of your mothers. You feel proud knowing your new friends respect and are deeply interested in the hard work your parents do. At the same time you don’t want to talk about them all the time.
“Did you catch a new Pokemon?” Namjoon asks, looking at your three pokeballs where there used to be two.
“Just before I met Bahiyyih I caught an Azurill down by the river.”
An excited roar takes over your table as they want to know every little detail. At this moment you are so content talking about your favorite thing in the world.
Summary: Your new roommates are unbearably nice and unbearably hot. Good thing you're an adult who is fully capable of platonic friendships with the opposite sex, right?
Word Count: 4661
Warnings: Smut
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"NOOOO Deepti, you're way too good for him!" You cried, shaking your fist at the small computer screen while Jimin and Taehyung laughed at your dramatics. The three of you had commenced a marathon of Love is Blind, and the dating reality show was the perfect thing to hate-watch with friends.
You were screaming at a douche who tried to skirt the blind aspect of the show by asking such gems as "I like to buy clothes for girls, what size are you?" And "if we were at a music festival, would I have trouble putting you on my shoulders?" The last one had made the three of you howl in frustrated laughter. Unfortunately you - and almost every single girl you knew - had met at least one person like him. The best that could be said was that he proudly flew all of his red flags.
"God that dude is the worst," you groaned when the episode ended, falling back onto fluffy pillows. Due to the nature of the show, no one else in the house wanted to watch it and King Namjoon had exiled the three of you from the living room. Hence why you were now lounging on Taehyung's bed.
You had felt a little weird about Jin seeing you get dragged upstairs by the two boys, but he had just winked and waggled his fingers at you. He really did seem to be okay with it.
"I can't believe I've never seen this show before," Jimin complained, flopping next to you. He proceeded to wrap his arms around your middle and bury his face in your neck, and your heart gave a treacherous leap. He and Taehyung had been very cuddly lately, and it was driving your nerves haywire. As if on cue, Taehyung snuggled up on your other side.
"This is fun," he giggled, brushing some of your hair out of the way so it wouldn't tickle his face. Then he froze.
"Hm? What's wrong, Tae?" You asked, distracted by the way Jimin was rubbing his nose cutely against your cheek. This was way beyond platonic friend cuddling, wasn't it?
"What is this?" He asked in an unreadable tone, staring at your neck. Jimin disentangled himself to take a look, and raised an eyebrow.
"Is that a hickey?"
You flushed, realizing they were referring to the evidence of Jin's… enthusiasm from the previous night. You had showered before starting this marathon and forgotten to cover it up. You couldn't see it yourself, but you knew how it must look, fresh and lurid and completely obvious.
"Uh," you stammered, a little intimidated by the two sets of eyes now boring into you. "Maybe?"
"From who?" Jimin demanded, Taehyung close behind. You shrunk a little under the intensity of their gazes.
"Why?"
"Because we want to know who to be jealous of," he answered so matter-of-factly that it took you a moment to process his words. Once you did, your brain threw an error and you blinked in confusion.
"W-we?" You asked, looking between your two friends. They made eye contact and after a silent but apparently intense conversation, they each took one of your hands.
"[Y/n]," Taehyung began, stroking your skin gently with his thumb. Your skin tingled and you held your breath, not quite daring to give form to the hope starting to swell in your chest. "I really, really like you." You suddenly realized that the look in his eyes you hadn't been able to decipher for the last few weeks was yearning. How had you never noticed before?
"So do I," added Jimin, bringing the back of your hand to his lips. He was smiling, but his expression was no less intense than his friend's. You swallowed hard, floored by this double confession. Your heart pounded as you tried to figure out what to say.
"We didn't want to overwhelm you, but we need you to know," Taehyung explained quietly. "If you don't feel the same way, we understand."
In the end you realized that all you needed to say was the truth.
"I really, really like both of you too," you admitted, and watched both of their expressions break into beaming grins.
"Really?" Tae asked in amazed tones, eyes shining with hope. Instead of answering, you leaned forward to press your lips against his. He responded immediately and cupped your face with trembling hands, stroking your cheeks gently. When you finally pulled away, he had a dazed, dreamy smile on his face.
"Me next," Jimin whined, poking you to get your attention. Your laugh was cut off by plump, eager lips and you melted into him. Cradled by his arms and his familiar scent, his kiss felt like home.
"Wait, so who is that from?" Taehyung asked when you parted, and you blushed.
"It's not Dongmin, is it?" Jimin interjected with a pout. You couldn't help but grin at the scowl on his face. He was so cute. They both were.
"It was Jin," you answered, torn between embarrassment and amusement at their outraged expressions. You hoped they would be just as okay with him as they seemed to be with each other.
"What the hell? I thought he was gonna be the last one for sure," he complained, and you felt your brows knit in confusion. Taehyung slapped his friend on the head, but the damage was done.
"Wait, what do you mean?" You asked with a frown, eyeing the pair suspiciously.
"Uh, I, well," Jimin stammered, looking panicked. You remembered the amused twinkle in Jin's eyes the night before and a sinking suspicion began to eat at you.
Was this some sort of weird game they were in on? To see who could get to you the fastest? Part of you insisted that it couldn't be the case, that all the special little moments shared with them couldn't have just been a ploy.
The more insidious section of your brain tried to trample on that voice, amplifying your insecurities. It whispered that this all seemed too good to be true because it was. That you had been kidding yourself, assuming that even one of them might actually harbor real feelings for you. You had been getting an overinflated ego - they were too good for you. They always had been.
While you knew in your heart that they would never do anything so needlessly cruel, you couldn't stop your mind from mulling over the terrible possibility. You tried to shake the intrusive thoughts away, but it was futile.
If Taehyung hadn't been busy scolding Jimin at his slip, they would have noticed the way your face shuttered. Instead, they only realized something was wrong when you began to move out from between them, desperate to escape so you could break down and put yourself back together in private.
"[Y/n]? What's wrong?" Taehyung asked in alarm, grabbing your hand. The pure concern in his gaze was too much for your confused heart to handle, and you felt tears begin to leak from your eyes.
"Oh shit, please don't cry, I didn't mean to freak you out," Jimin pleaded, engulfing you in his arms from behind. You couldn't stop your body from sagging into the comfort of his familiar hold.
"W-what did you mean by l-last one?" You hiccupped, needing their reassurance. "W-was this like a c-competition or something?"
Taehyung's eyes widened in shock and he took your face in his hands.
"Of course not," he said gently, peppering your face with soft kisses as you sniffled.
"I'm sorry, that sounded really bad, didn't it?" Jimin apologized, stroking your hair while he held you. Their actions helped allay some of your panic, and you let yourself relax further into his grip.
"Ugh, Namjoon is going to be so mad," he sighed, resting his chin on your shoulder. Taehyung flicked his friend in the forehead.
"It's your own fault," he retorted, before smiling nervously at you. "[Y/n], all of us like you. That's what he meant. We just weren't supposed to speak for anyone else before they figured out what they wanted to do."
For a while all you could do was stare at them, wondering if this was just some weird dream or alternate reality.
"I think you broke her," Jimin fretted as you just sat there like a statue while you processed this information. All of them? And they knew about each other? It felt like everything was working out too perfectly, even if the others weren't necessarily sure where they stood on the situation. Could it really be this easy?
Looking at your two friends, you realized yes. Yes it could. At least when the people involved were as genuine and pure-hearted as your housemates were. You felt relief and happiness bubble up out of your chest, but to your mortification it came in the form of more tears.
"[Y/n], you don't owe us anything," Taehyung said frantically, misinterpreting the cause of your sobs. "That's why we weren't supposed to tell you, so you didn't feel pressured."
"Do you want us to leave?" Jimin asked in concern, rubbing your back in soothing motions. "We can call Mina if you don't want to be around us right now."
They were so, so sweet, putting you first even now. Unfortunately it made you cry even harder, which probably freaked them out even more. You took a shaky breath, trying to will your emotions to stop being so ridiculous.
"I've been f-freaking out for weeks because I l-like all of you," you sniffed, hiding your probably splotchy, swollen face in your hands.
"W-what?" Jimin gasped weakly, though his grip was firm when he removed your hands.
"Then why are you crying?" Taehyung asked softly, wiping your tears away with gentle thumbs.
"I-I'm just relieved," you hiccupped. "I t-think my feelings are just like… overflowing."
"Aw, you're so cute," Jimin cooed, nuzzling his nose into your hair. His warmth and Taehyung's soothing touch helped calm you, and by the time you pulled yourself together you were feeling embarrassed by the way you had broken down.
"I'm sorry for ruining the mood," you apologized, feeling guilty for making them worry. Jimin flicked your ear lightly in admonishment.
"Don't apologize for having emotions," he scolded you, pressing his lips briefly to the nape of your neck and sending a pleasant tingle down your skin. "I'm the one who put my foot in my mouth. And the important thing is that we talked it out."
"You didn't ruin anything," Taehyung reassured you, his face wide with his gorgeous smile. He leaned in to kiss you again and you reciprocated eagerly, threading your fingers through his soft hair to pull him closer.
You would have felt guilty that Jimin was still holding you if he hadn't begun to place soft kisses along your jaw and neck. Cradled between the two of them like this made you feel safe and treasured, and you let yourself melt into their embrace.
Then Jimin's kisses turned into nibbles. You couldn't suppress a gasp at the change, and Taehyung took the opportunity to slide his tongue against yours. Heat crept down your body as he licked into your mouth, and you slipped your fingers under his shirt to trace light patterns on his skin.
As if to punish you for touching his friend instead of him, Jimin sucked harshly at the crook of your neck and you moaned wantonly into Taehyung's mouth. You weren't sure how long you spent being devoured by the two boys, but by the time Taehyung pulled away you were a panting mess. His hands went to the hem of your baggy shirt and he paused, looking at you.
"Can I?"
"Please," you begged, raising your arms eagerly. In a flash, the shirt was yanked over your head and he groaned at the sight before him.
"You're so cute," he breathed, admiring the pretty pink flush on your cheeks and the way your eyes glazed over when Jimin sucked an earlobe into his mouth. You were the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen.
He reached over to squeeze your breasts and you arched shamelessly into his touch. When he sucked a nipple into his mouth, you gasped and let your head loll back onto Jimin's shoulder. Jimin wasted no time capturing your mouth with his own, swallowing the whimper you made when Taehyung gave an experimental nip.
Between the two of them, you honestly thought you were going to lose your mind. Their hot, wet mouths and exploring hands filled your senses as they drank their fill of you. The only thing you could think of to take even a modicum of control was to reach behind you to rub the bulge of Jimin's sweatpants.
His mouth broke away from yours and he groaned your name as he bucked his hips involuntarily into your touch. A small smile of satisfaction came to your face, until Taehyung's hand dipped into your shorts.
"O-oh," you moaned, hand falling away from Jimin and body turning into jelly as his fingers dragged torturously along your entrance. Taehyung stared at you, completely enraptured, and you thought you might drown in the depths of his hypnotic gaze.
"Is what you said Festa night still true?" He asked intently. The way his tongue flicked over his lips was incredibly distracting, and it took you a moment to register the question through the growing torture of his cruel, teasing fingers. You blushed and nodded, and a predatory gleam entered his eyes.
"B-but, you don't have to-" he shut you up by crashing his lips on yours and withdrawing his hand to grip the waistband of your shorts. You lifted your hips impatiently and he slid them off along with your underwear, leaving you completely bare before them. At another time you might have been self-conscious, but you were too far gone to think of anything other than the need for him to touch you.
"You're so pretty like this," Jimin whispered hotly in your ear as his hands snaked around to knead at your breasts. You couldn't respond, because Taehyung had wasted no time sinking between your legs to swipe a wet, torturous lick against your clit.
You went completely limp between them, powerless against their onslaught. Your only coherent thought was that the guys you had been with before must have been doing something wrong, because Taehyung's tongue was nothing short of heavenly as he reduced you to incoherent noises and uncontrollable tremors.
"So perfect for us," Jimin continued, giving your nipple a sharp pinch that had you bucking into Taehyung's face. He growled and dug his hands into your thighs to hold you in place, giving your inner thigh a warning bite that made you gasp into Jimin's neck.
"Oh my god," your voice became a near wail when he thrust his tongue inside of you, and Jimin groaned at the ragged hitch of your breath. You felt his erection hard against your back and reached back once more to rub at him, your other hand tangling itself in Taehyung's hair in a need to hold onto something. It was a futile attempt to ground yourself, and one of Jimin's hands trailed down to rub at your clit. Your hips jolted involuntarily at his touch, but Taehyung had your hips in an iron grip to prevent your wild writhing.
"I bet you'd look even more beautiful stretched out on my cock," Jimin panted, licking the shell of your ear, and your thighs clenched at the sweet filth spewing from his cherubic lips. Between his devilish whispers, steady caresses, and Taehyung's talented mouth you weren't nearing the edge so much as being thrown past it.
Once you looked down and met Taehyung's hot gaze between your legs, you were done for. One more curl of that wicked tongue and your vision exploded. All that existed were the galaxies in his eyes, his hot mouth, and Jimin's fingers as they continued to work your shaking body until you came back to earth. They only relented once you whined and pulled away, twitching with oversensitivity.
"Oh my god," was all you could say when you had recovered enough to push yourself up on wobby arms. It came out as more of a gasp than anything else, and Taehyung grinned at you before wiping his face on his shirt. You blushed at just how messy you had gotten, but the reminder also served to reignite the throb in your core.
"Jin-hyung missed out," he said smugly, making you snort and roll your eyes.
"Come here," you ordered, pulling him into a kiss by his shirt - which made you remember that he and Jimin were both still fully clothed. That was unacceptable.
"Off," you demanded, tugging at his clothes. He licked his lips but hesitated, looking torn.
"Are you sure? We don't have to-"
"Shut up and let me suck your dick."
His eyes went wide and you heard Jimin choke behind you, and the speed at which he removed his clothes would have been comical at any other time. When he doffed his pants it was your turn to be speechless.
Taehyung had no right being this absolutely gorgeous. And while generally speaking, dicks were funny looking and off-putting no matter how attracted to men one might be, you wanted this one in your mouth right now.
You reached out to give him an experimental stroke, and he bucked into your touch with a groan. Encouraged, you leaned forward to give the head a tentative lick before surging forward to wrap your lips around him. Taehyung cursed, digging his fingers into his rumpled sheets, and you heard a "holy shit" from behind you. It seemed that Jimin was enjoying the view. You pulled away momentarily to look at him over your shoulder with what you hoped was a seductive glance.
"Jiminie, weren't you saying something about stretching me out?" You asked innocently, giving your butt a little wiggle for effect. A part of you marveled at how comfortable you felt considering you had never been with more than one person at a time before, but the way they looked at you made it easy to be confident.
His jaw dropped for a moment before he snapped it shut, swallowing hard.
"You… you're something else," he said in a strained voice, then ripped off his clothes even faster than Taehyung. You had a moment to think it was probably because of being used to quick-changes, before your mind went blank as you stared at his sculpted body and the very prominent proof of arousal between his legs. Okay, maybe he hadn't been exaggerating with his dirty talk.
"Tae, where-"
"Top left drawer."
Jimin grinned and grabbed a foil packet from the nightstand, and you had to suppress a giggle at how even in a situation like this they seemed to be able to read each other's minds.
As much as you would've loved to stare at the naked dancer until the end of time, you turned back to Taehyung. The hunger in his gaze sent even more heat between your legs, and you gave him a chaste peck on the lips before once again engulfing him in the loving confines of your mouth.
The way he gasped your name when you swirled your tongue around his tip was quite gratifying, and when you gave his balls a gentle squeeze his hands tightened in your hair. With your other hand you began working up and down the part of his shaft not in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down to let your spit coat his length.
You met his dazed eyes with as much of a smirk as was possible with your mouth stuffed, then -
"Mmmph!"
You lurched forward with a strangled cry when Jimin's hand landed hard on your ass, almost gagging as you inadvertently took Taehyung deeper. He gave a choked "fuck," while Jimin chuckled from behind you.
"So you do like that," he crooned, sounding incredibly pleased with himself. Before you could respond, he spanked you again, and you moaned around a mouthful of dick. Taehyung gasped and gave a shallow thrust of his hips before catching himself and looking at you apologetically, but you just shook your head. Relaxing your throat as best you could, you dove deeper and felt his cock twitch as you swallowed around him.
"Fuuuuck, [y/n]," he hissed shakily, giving your hair a light yank that had you letting out another muffled moan around him.
"You're so good for us," came Jimin's voice from behind you before something very warm and wet licked at your entrance. You whimpered around Taehyung's dick as his friend lapped at you from behind, wondering if this was going to be the way you died. Well, it would certainly be a great way to go.
"Jin-hyung really did miss out," he sighed, stroking up and down your slit with deft fingers. You pressed your hips back in an attempt at more friction, but he merely pulled backwards. You removed yourself from Taehyung with a wet pop and peeked back to glare at the cause of your frustration.
"Jimin, I swear to-" Smack. You collapsed onto your elbows, "oooh god."
"Patience is a virtue," he said innocently, though you heard the telltale rip of a condom wrapper being opened. You felt yourself grow impossibly wetter with anticipation.
"What exactly is virtuous about - a-ahh!," you couldn't finish your snarky statement as he pressed his hard cock against your folds. You tried to wriggle backwards to slip him inside, but he just brought his hand back down on your ass with another echoing slap that made your aching pussy clench around nothing.
"Be a good girl and focus on Taetae, okay?" Jimin urged, stroking your abused backside lovingly as he dragged himself torturously against your entrance. You whimpered but obeyed, taking Taehyung's length back in your hands before sucking the tip back into your lips. You looked up and met eyes that were staring at you as if you were the most incredible thing he had ever seen.
"You are so sexy," he groaned reverently, captivated by the way you looked with his cock filling your mouth. The loving way his thumb stroked your cheek was at complete odds with the way you were swallowing him down your throat, especially when Jimin finally pressed into you.
You were so wet that one thrust was almost enough to bury himself to the hilt, and the drag and stretch of his thick length had you seeing stars. Like a gentleman, he tried to pause so you could adjust. Instead, you impatiently rutted your hips against him and he cursed and gave in to your silent demands.
"You feel so good," Jimin groaned as he began pumping into you in earnest. You gave a strangled moan around Taehyung's cock, giving up on any finesse and letting your throat relax so Jimin could fuck you forward instead. It was overwhelming in the best way, and you dug your nails into Taehyung's thighs, holding on for dear life.
"How do you feel this amazing?" Jimin panted, slowing down in favor of hard, deep strokes that had your toes curling. He reached around to rub roughly at your clit and you gasped and bucked back, unable to keep moans from tearing out of your throat. The vibrations around his cock made Taehyung swear desperately as he tried to pull you off of him.
"Oh god, [y/n], I'm gonna-"
You refused to move and swirled your tongue around his tip before taking him deeper. He gasped, giving your hair a final weak tug before exploding down your throat, and you swallowed the bitter liquid eagerly. When you released him, he flopped bonelessly backwards onto the bed, and Jimin used the opportunity to flip you onto your back and throw your legs over his shoulders.
He shoved himself back into you, and the new angle made you cry out and scrabble at his back. He felt so fucking good you thought you might pass out. He shifted slightly, and his next thrust rubbed against something that sent electricity jolting down your spine. Your eyes shot wide open and you arched into his body.
"R-right there," you gasped. He grinned and leaned down to give you a perfect, sloppy kiss that was zero technique and all teeth and tongue.
"Anything you want," he promised breathlessly, a slave to your lewd moans. True to his word, he proceeded to pound into you at exactly the right spot, making your vision go white. All it took was for him to grind his pelvis against your clit with each thrust and in no time you were gone, raking deep furrows down his back as you came hard on his dick.
He groaned as your walls contracted around him and sped up his pace, letting his head fall to your shoulder. Surrounded by your scent and your overwhelming heat, his thrusts grew more and more erratic until he spilled into you with a muffled curse.
His body collapsed on top of yours and you stroked his sweaty hair with noodle-like arms, feeling floaty and satiated. Jimin sighed and rubbed his nose into your neck. You stayed like that for a few moments, before he pulled back and gave you a glowing smile.
"Are you okay? Was that too much?" he asked tenderly, and your heart swelled at how sweet he was being after just giving you the pounding of your life.
"That was amazing," you said honestly, brain too mushy to come up with anything else. You leaned in to give him a soft kiss that you hoped conveyed everything you couldn't currently put into words. He sighed into your mouth, running his hands lovingly through your hair, then broke away.
"I'm gonna go… take care of this," he said with a laugh, pulling out of you and rolling off the bed to totter into the bathroom. You turned to face Taehyung, who was grinning at you, still clearly in a state of post-coital bliss.
"Hi," you whispered, suddenly a little shy now that you weren't horny out of your mind.
"Hi," he answered with sparkling eyes, stroking your cheek with soft fingers. He proceeded to kiss your nose, then rub his own against it like he had done so many nights ago. You thought your heart might explode at his cuteness.
"You're the best," you mumbled as he nuzzled your hair, so warm and comfortable that you were starting to feel drowsy. Jimin chose that moment to come out of the bathroom and wasted no time diving into bed to cuddle back into your other side.
"You're both the best," you amended with a yawn, making them both smile at your sleepy state.
"I'm gonna pee," you announced, getting up to use the bathroom despite their clingy protests. You refused to ruin the best sex of your life with a UTI, no matter how cute the boys were being.
By the time you had cleaned yourself up and come back out, the two friends were cuddling together and giggling, unbothered by the fact that they were still naked. You paused to smile at the scene. They were just so adorable, and it was compounded when they both reached out for you with grabby hands.
You obeyed, and they sandwiched you between them as soon as you rolled onto the bed. You mentally thanked whoever invented air conditioning, because the way your bodies were tangled would have been unbearable otherwise.
"You guys have to help me figure out what to do about the others," you mumbled, so cozy that your eyelids were already growing heavy.
"Of course," Taehyung promised, spooning you from behind.
"Tomorrow," Jimin added from where his head was buried into your stomach. "Sleep now."
You drifted off to sleep with a smile on your face.
“Congratulations!” You smile when your friends pile into your home. Eun-Ji runs from Seokjin, giggling when her name is called but she’s heading straight to Jimin, who scoops her up in his arms.
“Congrats! Took you long enough!” Namjoon chuckles as he claps Jimin on the back. Taehyung comes to your side, his hand resting on your waist as Jungsook makes her way to you, pulling you into a gentle hug.
“You look wonderful!” She exclaims, while Taehyung excuses himself. The rest of your friends have settled themselves around the kitchen island, waiting to head outside to the pool. It’s Eun-Ji that leads the pack, jumping excitedly as Jimin slides open the back door, while Seokjin chases his daughter, reminding her to get her water wings before she even attempts to set foot in the pool.
Jungsook joins her husband, sighing when Eun-Ji impatiently tugs at her bag with all the items she’ll need to spend the afternoon by the pool. Seokjin is quick to take his shirt off, his eager daughter looking at the pool with so much excitement, it’s contagious.
“There’s my favorite guy,” Hoseok grins when Taehyung appears at your side.
“Aw, thanks,” Taehyung smirks, winking when Hoseok rolls his eyes.
“I wasn’t talking to you,” Hoseok chuckles as he holds his arms out and your sleepy son reaches out for his Uncle Hobi. “Hey there, bud. You have a good nap?”
Your son, Dooyoung, nods as he rests his head on Hoseok’s shoulder.
“Don’t hog him, Hobi!” Yoongi exclaims as he ruffles Dooyoung’s hair. Your son hides his face in Hoseok’s shoulder and Yoongi pouts.
“Oops!”
“He’s just tired, Yoongs. He’ll be up to no good in an hour,” you assure him as Hoseok hands your son over to him.
“Can one of you help me?” Jungkook pops his head in, smiling brightly when he spots Dooyoung in your arms.
“He’s awake?” He asks, crossing the kitchen to get to you.
“Kook!” Dooyoung shouts, clapping his hands as he reaches for Jungkook.
“He didn’t do that with us,” Yoongi grumbles as he leads Hoseok outside to see what Jungkook needed help with.
“They’re not the favorite uncle, are they?” Jungkook coos, rocking your son in his arms, smiling when Dooyoung laughs.
“Don’t let Namjoon hear you. He’ll have you by the nape of the neck,” you laugh, shaking your head.
“I can take him,” Jungkook winks, and you roll your eyes.
“Mommy says no fighting!” Dooyoung exclaims, frowning and grabbing Jungkook’s cheeks in his tiny, chubby palms. “No fighting Uncle Koo.”
Taehyung snorts a laugh, walking past you to press a kiss to your cheek. His son’s pout is much like his own, and it warms his heart to see how much he resembles him. Not that any of you cared who fathered your children, all deciding to raise them together in a happy, loving home.
“Come on, let’s go with Papa. It’s his special day,” Taehyung looks outside where Jimin is already starting a game of chicken with Namjoon, who is easily roped into these shenanigans due to his competitiveness.
Jungkook follows Taehyung with Dooyoung in his arms. You take a moment to yourself, wiping the sweat at your brow as you fan yourself. Despite the air conditioner being on and on full blast, you’re hot and uncomfortable.
“Fuck,” you curse as you take a sip of your water. It only takes a moment for Dooyoung to come running back inside, followed by Jungkook. You raise a brow.
“He wanted c-a-k-e,” Jungkook spells, looking at Dooyoung, who looks at you expectantly.
“Come here, sweet boy,” you take your son’s hand in yours, leading him outside with your friends. You take a seat on the sun lounger and bring your son into your arms. “We’re having cake later, baby. It’s Papa’s special day, so he gets to pick when we have it.”
“I said no such thing,” Taehyung objects, smiling when his son giggles. Your little troublemaker.
“Why don’t we go swimming with Eun-Ji? She’s having fun,” you turn your son to face Eun-Ji, who is busy splashing Seokjin, Hoseok, and Yoongi, her giggles filling the air when they gently splash her back.
“Come on, buddy!” Jungkook takes your son and you thank him, moving to get comfortable as Taehyung sits behind you.
“How are you feeling, my love?” He asks softly as he rubs your shoulders, pressing kisses to your skin. The umbrella over you keeps you out of the sun, and he’s prepared a few bottles of water nearby to keep you hydrated.
From the pool, you hear Jimin cheering as he beats Namjoon in a race, doing laps back and forth. Namjoon rolls his eyes, agreeing to a rematch.
“I’m doing okay, I promise.”
“Don’t strain yourself too much, baby.” Taehyung states, biting his lip.
“We’re fine,” you assure him, kissing his cheek as his hands move to rub your lower back. His touch is gentle and soothing, making you melt into putty. Taehyung groans into your skin, nipping the flesh before moving back.
“Fuck,” he curses when Jimin gets out of the pool. You look over, nearly drooling all over yourself when Jimin shakes his hair. His body rivals a Greek god’s, perfectly sculpted and delectable as water drips down his chest and down every ridge of his abdomen until it disappears into the waistband of his swim trunks.
Jimin smirks when he sees your reaction and Taehyung’s. He walks over to the two of you, kissing you both.
“Having fun eye fucking me?” he asks with a smug smile as he places his hand on your thigh, playing with a loose thread on your shorts.
“Maybe.”
“Totally,” Taehyung admits easily, leaning over you to kiss Jimin.
“Your turn,” Jimin whispers as he leans in to kiss you, his hand cupping your cheek to hold you close.
“Daddy! Papa!” Dooyoung comes barreling toward the three of you and Jimin swoops him up before he can crash into you.
“Whoa, baby boy! We need to be careful,” Jimin reminds him gently.
Taehyung nods. “What did we say about momma?”
“Gentle hands and slow feet,” Dooyoung states, smiling when Jimin kisses his head.
Jimin scoots back, making room for his son to sit between you. “That’s right.”
Dooyoung leans forward, his small hands on your belly. At six months pregnant, you were slightly bigger than you had been with Dooyoung.
“Baby,” Dooyoung grins when you nod, taking his hand to plant a kiss on his palm.
“What are you naming the baby?” Jungsook asks as she comes over to the four of you.
“It’s a surprise!” Dooyoung shouts, clapping his hands before leaning back onto Jimin.
“Jimin’s naming them,” Taehyung explains as he rises to his feet. He holds out his hand for you to take and helps you up.
“Do you plan on having a co-ed baby shower again?” Jungsook asks as you all make your way to the table. Your friends gather around, grabbing plates and cups to serve themselves. Taehyung scoops Dooyoung into his arms while Jimin gets you a plate, mindful to avoid anything that could make you sick.
“I don’t know. Jungkook and Namjoon nearly tore our home apart during that one game,” you smile teasingly at your two friends, who glare at each other.
“All Namjoon had to do was squeeze me with the balloon between us!” Jungkook immediately gets defensive and you laugh when he dives into the story.
Your friends listen intently, as if it were the first time you’d heard the story. Hoseok soon joins in, complaining about how Seokjin couldn’t pop the balloons no matter how hard they tried, always misshaping them instead.
“I don’t know if we want you hooligans tearing up our home,” Jimin giggles, his hand on your stomach as he rubs circles into it.
“Especially the nursery,” Taehyung chimes in while helping Dooyoung feed himself. Jungkook grabs a napkin and wipes Dooyoung’s face.
“We won’t mess up the nursery,” Jungkook promises.
Namjoon glares at his younger friend playfully. “As long as I don’t get Jungkook as a partner this time.”
“What’s wrong with me being your partner?” Jungkook scoffs, as you sit back and laugh, watching your friends argue with laughter in their tones.
You meet Jimin’s gaze, his smile radiant, and you know he’s thinking the same thing. Taehyung kisses your cheek, murmuring “I love you” before he’s joining in on teasing Jungkook.
Under the table, you hold Jimin and Taehyung’s hands, thankful for both of them, and the wonderful life you share, full of love, laughter and happiness. You wouldn’t trade it for the world.
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summary: When you're a new intern in a new company and Vmin are the CEO's. then what?
pairing: Taehyung x Female Reader x Jimin
rating: 18+
genre: smut.
words: 4904
author's note: i am so excited to finally post this for you guys. i'm really proud of it and can't wait for you guys to read this. apologies for any mistakes or whatsoever. also, i think it's my longest (one chapter) fic (so far) so i can't wait to get any feedback (hope i get some hahah). anyways, hope you guys enjoy it and please, tell me what you think! feedback is always welcome and means a lot 💜
You check yourself in the mirror one last time before heading out to your first day at the new company. You smile at yourself, proud of how that outfit turned out on you, and go.
You get to the company at the same time as some other interns and wait until the CEOs come and present the company and themselves.
The taller one introduced himself as Taehyung and the smaller one as Jimin. You're shocked at how good-looking they are. Them and everyone else around you to be honest.
They guide all of you to the room where you'll be working, an open space with all your desks. Each desk had names and they told everyone to look for their names. You found your desk at the top of the room and you noticed it was just in front of the CEO's office. They let all of you find your desks and asked for each of you to briefly introduce yourselves.
Among everyone, you notice one guy you think is cuter than everyone else and you smile when his eyes lay on you and he smiles back at you.
.
The first weeks of work are pretty good and you like what you do and everyone around you is kind and nice.
You notice multiple times the CEO's eyeing you but you just assume that it's because your desk is the one closest to their office. You didn't want to stress yourself thinking you were doing something wrong and you think that if you were indeed doing something wrong they would tell you directly.
One afternoon, the CEO's called in a meeting and when everyone was there, they announced a party to celebrate the company's anniversary and that it would be on the next Saturday and it would be right there at the company because they had a room they could easily turn into a party room for events like this. They asked for the people who wanted to go to send an email so they could count around how many people would be there.
You all got back to work and you sent the email saying you would go to the party. You thought it would be a good place to get to know everyone a little bit better and even that cute guy you kept exchanging looks and smiles with.
The rest of the week went on pretty fast and before you knew it, Saturday was here.
You didn't know what to wear so you asked for your mom's and your best friend's opinion. Your mom said "something formal" and your best friend said "something sexy". You chuckle at both their answers and go through your clothes.
The only clothing you think it's good for the occasion is a red dress, which is tight to your body but not too sexy.
After eating something, you go take a shower and get ready. Before you leave, you grab your long black jacket, put on your favorite boots, and go.
You get there and the two CEOs are at the door with their assistant, who was checking everyone on his list.
Two other colleagues are also at the door so you wait for your turn. When they go in, you get closer and greet the CEOs and their assistant.
- Miss Y/N. Welcome. - Jimin says smiling.
- Thank you. - You say, smiling back. They both looked at their assistant who was searching for your name on the list and when he found it, he nodded and smiled.
- All right, you can leave your jacket with Ji-Hoon. - Taehyung says pointing to the assistant. - He will take it to your desk so when you feel like going home you just have to go pick it up there and not go looking for it in a pile of jackets or even forget where you put it. - Taehyung explains chuckling at the end. - Believe me, I know what I'm talking about. - He adds whispering, getting closer to you. You notice Jimin rolling his eyes and chuckling and you chuckle too.
You did notice that the people in front of you also gave their jackets to their assistant.
You get a bit embarrassed to take off your jacket in front of them, thinking about the dress you chose to wear. You knew it wasn't too sexy but just the fact that they would see it right there and you were pretty much "stripping" in front of them, put some thoughts in your head and you shook your head and smiled at them, shyly and looking down while taking off your jacket and handing it to their assistant.
Both CEOs glanced at each other and raised their eyebrows, impressed by your look. You don't notice though because you're still looking down.
- Wow Y/N... You look stunning. - Taehyung says and you finally look up and into his eyes. He's smiling and you smile back.
- Thank you. - You whisper. You give a last glance at each of the three men in front of you, smile, and then enter the room.
There are people dancing and having fun, some in little groups drinking together, some enjoying time alone and some at the bar. You choose the bar too and go there and order your favorite drink. You sit and lean against the bar counter with your back while watching people dancing while you enjoy the music and your drink too.
You take the last sip of your drink and turn around to order another and you feel a hand on your shoulder.
- Can I buy you this one? - You turn and see that cute guy smiling softly at you and taking the seat next to you. You smile back at him and nod. - I'm Hyunjin, by the way. - He says in your ear when you both get your drinks.
- Y/N. - You say closer to him too so he could hear over the loud music. He nods, smiling, and takes a sip of his drink. You do the same.
You both start talking and sharing stories, being dangerously close until he asks you to dance. You gladly accept and you both get to the dance floor.
- Can I? - He asks before putting his hands on your waist. You nod and he grabs your waist and you put your arms over his shoulders. Both your gazes are intense on each other but you decide to turn around and dance with your back turned to him and against his chest. Your ass rubbing his crotch. His hands never left your hips, pulling you even closer to him.
Across the room, in the VIP area, you notice both CEOs staring at you and they don't even bother to look away when your gazes meet and they even smirk at you and look at your body moving. You can't help but smile and then look away and keep dancing.
You weren't drunk, not even close, but you sure were all loosened up. You keep dancing and glancing at the CEOs, who don't look away from your body moving and their smirks never leave their faces either. One time you catch Jimin talking to Taehyung while pointing at you and then he winks at you.
After a few songs, you glance at the VIP area again but they're not there anymore. You turn to face Hyunjin and dance with him a little bit more and then you both decide to stop and go sit, already tired but happy. He asks for a bottle of water and shares it with you.
You keep searching for the CEOs across the room but there's no sign of them. Somehow, you feel a bit disappointed but at the same time, you're not sure you want to get involved with co-workers, let a less the CEOs.
You keep talking to Hyunjin for some time and you notice that it's so easy for both of you to just talk for hours and hours. He never stops flirting with you and you end up exchanging phone numbers and then you decide to leave. He says he's going to stay a bit more and kisses you goodbye at the corner of your lips. You smile at him, thinking about how nice and cute he is, and say goodbye.
You find Ji-Hoon still near the entrance and you smile at him. He smiles back at you but then stops you.
- Don't forget your jacket. - He says seeing you don't have it with you. You look at him with your eyes wide open.
- Oh my God, yes. Thank you so much for reminding me! - You thank him and head to your desk. You notice almost everyone's jackets are still there so you think you're probably one of the first people to leave. You get to your desk and there's a note over your jacket.
"Come to our office as soon as you read this. Your CEOs." - The note said. You freeze with the note in your hand and your eyes wide open. Your first and only thought is that you're going to get fired for flirting with them and they were just testing you when you were on the dancefloor.
- Fuck. - You whisper and turn around, to face their office. You take a deep breath and walk towards the door, knocking softly. You notice all the blinds are closed so you can't even see if they're inside.
- Who is it? - Taehyung's low voice makes you shiver and you gulp before saying your name.
- Y/N. - You say. The door opens right away and you see both CEOs smiling at you and gesturing you to enter. Why are they smiling is the first question in your head. You try to smile back and enter, looking down. Taehyung closes the door and you hear it lock. You gulp again and glance up at them and they're both smirking now. Taehyung turns to look through the blinds and then turns back to you.
- Do you know why you're here? - He asks you and you shake your head, still looking down.
- You can look at us, love. And use your words. - Jimin says. Love? You think to yourself and you can't understand what the fuck is going on. You look up at them.
- No. I don't know why I'm here. - You say. They glance at each other and smile.
- Did you enjoy dancing? - Taehyung simply asks. You look up at him, trying to figure out if it was a serious question or a test. You hesitantly nod and look down again. - Words, Y/N. - Taehyung says and comes closer to you, lifting your head, with his long indicative finger on your chin.
- Y-Yes. - You simply say.
- Well... We enjoyed watching you dance. - Jimin says getting closer to you too. A smile appears on your face but you make it disappear right away but they still notice it.
- You like that idea, don't you? - Jimin asks.
- You liked having us watching you move this body of yours? - Taehyung asks and softly passes his fingers down your arm.
Once you figured they were not going to fire you, you take a step back and lean against the edge of one of their desks and put your hand on your chest, taking a long sigh.
- I thought you guys were going to fire me. - You let out and chuckle.
- Why would we do that? - Jimin asks, also chuckling.
- Well... - You say. - You know...
- No, we don't. - Jimin says coming closer to you again, smirking.
- Ugh. - You roll your eyes, smiling. - Well, for flirting with the CEOs, obviously. - You finally say.
- To be honest, you had our attention since you introduced yourself. - Taehyung admits and gets closer too.
They both press their bodies against yours, pressing you back against the desk.
- We just needed the confirmation that we got yours as well. - Jimin completed Taehyung's sentence. Taehyung caresses your face and you gently grab his wrist.
- How could I not? I mean, look at you guys. - You say letting go of Taehyung's wrist and caressing his face. Then, you turn to look at Jimin and caress his face too, with your other hand. - You are one of the most gorgeous men I've ever seen. - You admit to them. They both smile and glance at each other. Jimin caresses Taehyung's face.
- He is the most gorgeous though. - He says and looks at Taehyung's lips.
You were going to say that they were equally gorgeous but Taehyung kissed Jimin and an "oh" was the only thing that came out of your mouth. You watch them make out in front of you, pleased with the view, till they part from the kiss and turn their faces to look at you.
- I can let you guys alone if you want. - You tease them, putting your hands in the air and trying to escape but their bodies were still pressing you against the desk.
- We can do this anytime love, we live together. - Jimin says, smirking.
- But not with you though. So we better enjoy it while we can. - Taehyung adds as he takes your hand and kisses it. - Is this okay? - He asks, with your hand still near his lips, and you nod. - Words, sweetheart.
- Yes, yes, totally okay. - You quickly say and he smiles and keeps on kissing your hand, going up to your wrist and arm.
You were going to say that they could do this whenever they wanted with you too but Taehyung's lips on your skin erased any other thought in your head.
You take a deep breath and don't even get to finish breathing out as Jimin grabs your chin with his fingers and kisses you. He's not gentle and his tongue parts your lips and starts to explore your mouth right away. Your free hand goes to Jimin's hair and you pull it, pulling him closer to you and making him smile through the kiss.
Taehyung reaches your shoulder and gently licks on your collarbone up to your neck, making you let out a soft moan into Jimin's mouth. Taehyung reaches your jaw and takes your hair, on the back of your head, into his fist.
- Jimin-ah... - He whispers. Jimin parts from the kiss and Taehyung captures your lips right away, not letting you the time to properly breathe between the kisses.
- She's such a good kisser. - Jimin whispers and starts kissing your neck, slowly and gently, the complete opposite of how he was kissing your lips just seconds ago. He keeps going down your shoulder, leaving soft and gentle kisses, and then gently takes off your dress strap, letting it fall down your arm.
Taehyung parts from the kiss and licks your bottom lip looking straight into your eyes.
- Yes, she is. - He says smirking. - I wonder what else she can do with her pretty mouth. - He adds and passes his thumb over your lips. You lick his finger, never taking your eyes off of his and smirking too. He smiles and grabs your thigh and pushes Jimin to take the other thigh too, pulling you up and sitting you on the desk and you wrap your legs around his waist.
- Hey!! - Jimin complains but smiles.
- Sorry babe. - Taehyung says. - She's a teaser. - He adds, never looking away from your eyes either.
- Oh, is that right? - Jimin asks going to the other side of the desk to be behind you. He takes a fist of your hair and pulls you back, making you fall back on your elbows. - What If we're teasers too? - He whispers in your ear and then places a soft kiss on your neck. Taehyung held on to your thighs while Jimin took the other strap of your dress down to your arm with his teeth.
You close your eyes and bit your lower lip, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter at every touch and you want to close your legs but forget they are around Taehyung so you just pull him even closer and he lets himself over you, joining Jimin, on the other side of your neck, and at the same time he pushes your dress up your thighs, exposing your lower parts.
- Try to keep her quiet, Jimin-ah. - Taehyung says and gets down on his knees and in between your legs. He pulls your panties down and gently kisses the inside of your thighs and then places a gentle and slow kiss on your clit, making you shiver and let out a moan.
- Shh love, you have to be quiet in case someone comes to grab their jackets. - Jimin says in your ear and then pushes your dress down to expose your nipples. - Damn. - He lets out and grabs one of your breasts into his hand, massaging it a bit, and then starts to play with your nipple. You arch your back and let yourself fall back completely on the desk. He takes the opportunity and reaches for your other nipple with his mouth, starting to play with it with his tongue, and keeps playing with the other with his fingers.
In between all this, Taehyung had started to play around with your clit and savoring your juices, and then, out of nowhere and without any warning, he pushes two fingers into you, making you scream out in pleasure. You can feel him smile against your clit.
You're overwhelmed with pleasure. Having both their tongues on you and Taehyung's long fingers thrusting in and out of you is driving you insane and you can't even focus on your breathing or moans anymore.
In between Taehyung on your lower parts and Jimin on your nipples, you don't last long and cum, moaning loudly, forcing Jimin to put his free hand over your mouth.
They both let you come down from your high and catch your breath and when you open your eyes, they're both smiling down at you.
- Wow... - You let out. - You both sure know what to do with your mouths. - You add and laugh.
- The question is... Do you? - Taehyung asks, smirking and pulling you up so you're sitting on the edge of the desk again, with your legs parted and him standing in between them. He kisses you roughly and Jimin gets beside him and starts to kiss your neck and caress your nipples again. You moan as you feel his touch on your sensitive nipples.
- Taehyung-ah... Leave some fun for me too. - Jimin says and Taehyung parts from the kiss and smiles at Jimin, giving him a gentle peck on the lips. Jimin grabs the back of his neck and you see his tongue entering Taehyung's mouth into a deep kiss.
- Oh she tastes good. - Jimin says after parting from the kiss and licking his lips.
- So good. - Taehyung says also licking his lips. - Oh, and I want her mouth on me. - He whispers in Jimin's ear, making him smile.
- Sure. I'll gladly take her pussy. - He says getting in between your legs to take Taehyung's place and grabbing you by the waist. He kisses you roughly too and you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, pulling him more into the kiss and then you gently bite down on his lower lip.
Taehyung watches the both of you while starting to touch himself. Jimin finally parts from the kiss.
- So, how do you want to do this, Tae? - He asks still staring into your eyes and smirking. Taehyung is behind him and staring into your eyes as well.
- I'll go first and we save the best for last? - He says sounding like a question, so Jimin can agree or disagree, leaving a kiss on Jimin's neck. Jimin can't help but smile, agreeing with what Taehyung had in mind, and then he helps you on your feet.
Taehyung goes to sit on a big chair, at the corner of the office, with his legs opened, smirking at you. Jimin gestures you to go to him. You go and kneel before Taehyung, in between his legs, and start to unbutton his pants and push them down with his boxers. You gulp watching the size of his cock in front of you and wonder how you'll be able to put all of it in your mouth to give him proper pleasure. You hear Jimin chuckle behind you.
- I'm sure you'll be fine. - He says as if he had just read your mind. Taehyung chuckles too and you smile, shaking your head.
You finally take his cock into your hands and put it in your mouth. You look up at him and he had closed his eyes and grabbed both arms of the chair, tightly.
- Oh fuck!! - He says when you take him all in your mouth and start to play around with your tongue and also take action on his balls with one of your hands.
You keep going and feel him getting closer and closer to his orgasm so you speed up your pace. He starts to moan louder and you suddenly hear voices outside the office and look up at him, with your eyes wide open. He looks down at you, with a piercing look and bitting on his lower lip to hold back his moans, and puts his hand on your hair, obviously telling you to not stop at this point. You keep your pace and get even more excited thinking he will have to control his moans through the orgasm so whoever's out there won't hear him.
Suddenly you see Jimin kiss him and suppress the moans that come out of his mouth as he cums into your mouth. You swallow what you can and the rest drools off your mouth and to the floor.
- Damn, that was so fucking good. - He praises you after catching his breath, looking down at you, and smiling. - So I guess you're pretty good with your mouth too. - He says and you both chuckle and then he turns to Jimin, who is still beside the big chair where he's sitting. - Thanks, babe. - He says and they both smile at each other.
- It's okay. I know you couldn't stop at that point. - Jimin says and caresses Taehyung's face and then gives him a slow and gentle kiss on the lips.
You look at them fondly. You notice that they know each other better than anyone else, even in these situations. Then, they both turn to look at you.
- She's all yours now, Jiminie. - Taehyung says getting up and grabbing some tissues to clean himself. Jimin smiles at you and stretches his hand to help you on your feet again.
- Ready for me to ruin you now? - He asks against your lips, pulling you closer by the waist. You gulp but smile.
- Give me your best. - You tease him, making him bite on his lower lip, and Taehyung chuckles, finishing cleaning himself.
- Remember you asked for it, love. - Jimin simply says before picking you up by your legs, making you wrap them around his waist, and pushing you against the wall, kissing you roughly. You moan when you hit the wall with your back.
He was an animal in bed and you could already tell just by the few times he kissed you tonight, always so rough.
He parts from the kiss and goes down to kiss your neck, leaving love bites along with it and marking you in some spots. His hands were all over your body but mostly on your ass, squeezing it and pushing you more into him as he moved and rolled his hips against you.
You could barely keep up with the pleasure so you just let your head fall back against the wall and let your hands on his hair. You moan at all his actions on your body and pull his hair.
He finally stops kissing your body and looks at you. You look down at him and you swear you could come right there with the way he looks right now. His hair is a mess, eyes half shut, and his pillow lips all red from the use on your neck.
- Fuck. - You can't help but let out, your breathing already heavy again,
making him smile.
- I'm just getting started, babe. - He says and you smile back at him. He grabs you by your thighs and spins around to lay you on the desk again. He unbuttons his pants and pushes them down with his boxers too. Taehyung gets behind you on the other side of the desk and kisses your ear.
- I'm here to support you because I know what comes next. - He whispers and looks at Jimin and his cock. He sits on the desk and lays your head on his thigh, caressing your face. You were about to say something but Jimin thrusts into you, in one hard thrust, making you scream and pushing the desk a bit further as well.
- Oh boy. - Taehyung says and looks at Jimin, smiling. Jimin winks at him.
- She asked for it. - Jimin says. He gives you some time to adjust but then starts to thrust into you, mercilessly, holding you by your hips, sure leaving a mark there from the strength with which he's holding you. You can't control your moans and they're getting louder every time so Taehyung kisses you. Jimin moans too but bites on his lower lip to prevent himself from being too loud.
His hips roll perfectly so that he fucks you at a steady and perfect pace to help you reach your second orgasm of the night. You try to roll your hips to match his movements but he holds you steady, making you understand that he wants to be the one controlling the movements and do all the work himself. You put one hand on his wrist and the other on Taehyung's arm, squeezing tightly.
Jimin keeps thrusting into you mercilessly and you can't even think straight or kiss Taehyung back properly. Your whole body is shivering and you're getting closer and closer to your orgasm and can't control your body anymore.
- Tae... - Jimin manages to let out after a bit. You can't even process why Jimin called Taehyung, you just feel Taehyung's fingers on your clit, and your whole body shivers. You can feel your second orgasm closer and closer and continue to moan into Taehyung's mouth, making him smile against your lips. You feel Jimin cum inside you and allow yourself to cum as well, screaming, with Taehyung still trying to suppress your loud noises, and burying your nails on Taehyung's arm and Jimin's wrist.
Both you and Jimin catch your breaths and then he pulls you by your thighs, allowing you to sit on the edge of the desk, yet again, facing him.
- How did you like that? - He asks and kisses you and when he parts from the kiss, Taehyung is behind him, with his arms around Jimin's neck, and his chin on his shoulder. You chuckle.
- I... - You start but then stop yourself. The truth is that no one ever fucked you like that before but you don't want to tell him that.
- You? - Jimin asks. - Be honest, obviously. Even If I wasn't that good. - He says and Taehyung chuckles rolling his eyes.
- As If it was even possible... - You hear him say under his breath. You smile and look back at Jimin.
- If I'm being honest, I loved it... It was perfect. You were perfect. - You say and a smile comes to Jimin's face. - I didn't want to tell you this but no one ever gave it to me like that. - You finally admit.
- Oh good. So you're up for a next time? - He asks and you open your eyes wide open. He chuckles. - Yes, you heard me. I still want to have a taste of that pretty mouth on me. And I also want to taste you. - He adds and looks down at your lower parts.
- And I still want to fuck that pussy of yours. - Taehyung adds from behind Jimin.
You just think to yourself how dirty they are and smile.
- You already know we need your words, love. - Taehyung says.
- Oh... - You let out. - Yes, of course, totally fine by me. - You say before your brain can even process that they're actually your bosses and that you will have to encounter them literally every day at work. They both smile at you and Jimin pecks your lips and Taehyung does the same.
- Come on, we'll take you home. - Jimin says, starting to get dressed and straighten himself and his clothes. Taehyung does the same and you do too. You search for your phone to look at your face, you know your make-up must be all over the place. They notice and Jimin goes grabs some wet wipes and Taehyung cleans your face.
- Thanks. - You say.
They get you home and each kisses you goodbye before leaving.
- Next time we'll give you our address so we can be comfier and don't have to worry about the noise. - Jimin says, winking at you. You smile and bite your lip. Taehyung puts his thumb over your lips.
- Can't wait for next time, babe. - He whispers and then smiles and they both turn around to go home.
You're left all alone at your doorstep, smiling and looking at them walk back to their car. The truth is, you had one of the best nights and orgasms of your life and can't wait to repeat it.
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