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🎀 ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜ - ᴄʜᴏɪ ꜱᴀɴ

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1.17k

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: pervy roommates. porn without plot. smut. (minors do not interact), if you squint a small breeding kink, creampies (we love them in this house), good girl, a very simpy San.

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: perv!Choi San.

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: Choi San x reader

𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨: this is a part two! it's not needed, but it would be preferred to read the first half of this one to get the "full effect." once again shouting out my dear friend @abiaswreck for the help and encouragement for this one. as always, thank you for your love and encouragement on my works.

Oh, he's perfect.

It's the only thought that can freely be said and thought while San's perfect tongue is lapping and flicking against your swollen clit. His hands spreading you wide for his liking and eyes finding themselves trained on yours, watching the way yours contorts to pleasure.

He's perfect.

"Just like that."

A finger finding itself inside of you only to be heard with the squelching of your walls swallowing him whole and a deep groan that finds its way from his lips.

"Fucking perfect."

San equally finding you just as perfect. If not more if he would say so himself. The way you taste and how it coats his tongue. He would get off on it alone. He'd greedily drink it if it was his only option.

He's brilliant with his tongue and if you weren't so out of breath, you'd tell him that. You'd scream it to the rooftops if you could.

If the very blue vibrator that brought such a high to your body, sensitivity to your pussy had brought you here. You'd have done this so much sooner. You would have been more daring, especially with the way his tongue is now bringing you so much pleasure.

The way that your legs are shaking alone from the over sensitivity, from the blue vibrator that had been you teasing yourself with for hours.

A single curve of his finger and flick of his tongue is what sets it off, brings the climax and sensitivity to a new high. A leg shaking experience from the pervy roommate who would have never crossed your mind in this way, not once.

Not in this way, his head buried so deep in between your legs and tongue lapping with a vengeance as if he is telling every single fantasy that's surfaced in his mind to you. Drinking in every single drop from your legs, teasing and smirking at the whimpering that leaves your lips with a praise that makes you swoon, crumble, and cry from it.

Such a good fucking boy he is.

"Mmmm, you taste so fucking good."

He groans, a thought he should keep to himself he is sure of, but from the way you are shoving him to his back, lips finding their way down his torso and pressing gentle kisses at the head of his hard cock, he's glad he didn't.

San is a lot of things, many things really, but one thing he isn't is dumb, for that he'll bite his tongue. He very much prefers this view, very much would love the feeling of your -

"Oh fuck."

His hands, they find their way into your hair. His grip tightening with each measure of his length that finds its way inside of the warmth of your mouth. Every hallowing of your cheeks that just feel tighter around his cock.

"Baby."

San is in heaven pure of his dirtiest fantasies and if he was a better man, sure of his own will and his own body, he'd not feel the need to do this. He'd not have to do this and as much as it makes him sad in that fact, in his fantasies, sucking him off and draining him isn't the top of his list.

At least not yet.

"I need to fuck you."

San's hand tugs at the makeshift pony tail, bringing you off his length with a pop. He's pressing his lips to yours, a hand finding its way to your neck and holding you to him. Tongues crashing against each other, groans, and as messy as he can and will make this at some point, he is desperate here.

He's a weak, weak man.

Absolutely weak.

Absolutely.

His hands are at your hips just as fast, squeezing and kneading before he is flipping you to your back. Lips at your neck, leg finding its way in-between yours and spreading them for him to see all of you once again.

San groans, you are drenched so beautifully and so much that it coasts your inner thighs. He's so clean you up again, he'd bring you to the pleasure of absolute tears and joy but for now, he can wait.

For now, his much needed craving is the upmost important.

So much more important and it's clear of that when his length is pushed so deeply inside of your core, squeezing him as he sinks into you. Groaning filling the room from not just you, the feeling alone of full to the brim of just him and him alone.

"So fucking warm."

Hips retrieving from inside of you, slowly and with each thought out step from your pervy room mate.

"So fucking wet."

Your nails digging into his bicep, "I'm gonna absolutely fucking wreck you."

Before you can even find the next words, open your mouth, and tell him to do it cause you dared him too. His hips are smacking against yours rough and fast, a cry leaving past your swollen lips as he finds his way to bringing you sheer pleasure.

Determination to make you never need any toy, any other man, and tongue ever again.

"Such a good girl."

Legs shaking, grasping for anything to keep a steady grip on.

San's coos directly in your ear, each swipe of his tongue on your skin and nibble. You are clenching, struggling, and on the edge of release.

He's perfect.

"Cum on my cock."

You won't need to be asked twice, really cause it's there. desperately. It's touching the surface with each roll of his hips, the small dances of his fingers finding your clit, touching with a gentle press, rolling, and gently pushing the button of release.

You just need one more -

"Oh that's such a good girl."

He's almost there, he just needs you to absolutely flood him. Drown him in your cunt, he needs it.

"That's it, cum on my cock."

He doesn't have to ask more than twice, absolutely not.

He groans against your skin, "Oh my good little girl."

He's biting at your neck, groaning against your skin and lapping the stinging pain after. It's too much.

It's a final thrust, a squeeze and clenching of your cunt around him that sets him off. A hand digging into your thigh as he lifts it up, a better angle to send his cum further into you. He'll fuck into it you if he needs too, he can manage more.

He'll do whatever you ask of him, cause the view of you here in his presence like this. His cum finding its way outside of you, an instant feeling of more swarming his thoughts at the sight.

San really hopes you will let him come back around.

ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢɢɪɴɢ ꜱʏꜱᴛᴇᴍ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ! ɪ'ᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ. // ʙᴀɴɢᴄʜᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴋᴀʟᴇᴍ©️ 2023 - ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ.

Combined Beings (vii)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

WARNINGS IN THIS PART AND UPCOMING PARTS: cursing, smut even (first time writing… English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭), deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

TAGLIST (THAT IS CLOSED) : @scuzmunkie @princess-sunshyn @bangtans-momma @stupendousliteraturewritingoaf @babygirl-277 @elliott-calls @yoonallthetime @atiny-angel @tokiodori @lovwoni @littlrmills14-blog @7soulstars @lizzymizzy-blogg @itzz-me-duh @mma7 @4ukiyo4 @xiusmarshmallow @maliktheking @fluffyspaceprincess @svnbangtansworld @passionandsuga @m0v3m3ntsblog @kungsoonie @idkreallys-blog @generouschildcolor @miriamxsworld @fluffy-canada-pancakes @icravebooks @singukieee @ilymygs-fatima @cryingpages @embrace-themagic @luvlee1313 @skyys-universe @allamericanuniverse @emu007 @needausernamepl @asmenar-ams @stellauniverse @namjoonswaifu @juju-227592 @mageprincess7 @eclipse-darling @iamkookiesforyou @kissme-ornot @foreverweareyoung7 @lovelgirl22 @xyahrinx @guinhosletters @amara-mars @shadowyjellyfishfest @hobiswhore @kooslilhoe @sugaglaze93 (to the bold usernames, your accounts wouldn’t show up. pls fix your visibility settings!)

A/N: longer chapter next and more tension 😈

before & after

“Can someone tell me why I just got called by Mr. Kim telling me that his daughter was just fired after we promised him we’ll take her in?”

Jimin and Jungkook looked at Jin as he came to Jimin’s office, clearly seething by the way his cheeks were flushed. The other boys quickly came right behind him, shutting the door so they’ll be able to speak in peace without anyone hearing in.

“Well, Iseul has not only been harassing every worker in every division,” Jimin started, leaning against his desk as his arms were crossed over his chest, “but she has been physically hurting workers.”

“Do you have any proof of this?” Jin asked, already having an idea as to who made Jimin take action.

“Yes, I put cameras yesterday morning in my division,” Jimin replied, anger coursing through his veins once he recalled the video in his head. “My workers were aware I moved cameras by the way.”

“And I already know that worker of yours is the cause of this,” Jin snapped back and Jimin grabbed Jungkook’s hand in order to calm the man down. “If it were any other worker, you wouldn’t have paid attention to the harassment!”

“Yes, I would have,” Jimin defended his actions almost immediately so Jin wouldn’t have bad things to say about you. “I’m their boss, Jin. I would’ve believed my workers, anyone, if they confided in me to tell me who the person that has been bullying and physically hurting them is. Do not try to start something based on something that isn’t factual and true.”

“Jimin, I know you guys went out with her,” Jin argued. “We do not need anyone else in this relationship. No one else.” He punched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Call her up. I want to talk to her.”

“I’m not doing that if you’re just going to yell at her,” Jimin stared back at him with the same expression etched on his face. He wasn’t happy about bringing you into an argument that you would later blame on yourself.

“Send her up, Jimin,” Jin got closer to Jimin and Namjoon stepped in, pushing both of them away from one another. He turned to look at Jimin.

“Just call her up, Jimin, okay?” Jimin exhaled through his nose, grabbing his phone while he glared at Jin who gave him back the same expression.

“Hey, Eunji,” Jimin spoke, “can you call Y/n up?” Pause. “Yeah, I just, uh, need to speak to her more about the incident with Iseul. The others are here to hear her side of the story… Yeah, send her up right now… okay, bye.” He went to go stand up next to Jungkook. “She’s coming up.”

“Good.”

It wasn’t long before you came to the floor, hands slightly shaking when you knew Jimin wasn’t the only one here. Everyone was in there.

“Y/n,” Taehyung greeted you, opening the door for you as soon as he heard you slightly knock on the door. You walked in and he gave you a reassuring smile before he closed the door behind you.

Jimin immediately walked towards you as the others sat on his couch, eyeing you.

“Listen, if you feel uncomfortable, just tap the side of my leg,” he instructed. “Jin is the one you haven’t met yet and he’s the one that wants to talk to you. I don’t know why but…” he sighed and stared at you with such softness. “I’ll be by your side.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled, smiling a little and he responded back, giving you the same smile. He stood aside and walked behind you as you headed towards the couch that could only fit two people. Jimin, of course, sat next to you.

You sat down and you looked at all of them, but the eyes of the one you haven’t met stared deep into you that made you look away, feeling uncomfortable.

“Why did you have Iseul fired?” Jin immediately asked before you could fully breathe. He gave you a deadpan expression, his eyes staying on you that you swore he wasn’t blinking. “Because from I saw, Iseul has never been accused of anything and she doesn’t have any complaints.”

“I didn’t have Iseul fired,” you replied with as much confidence as you could muster. Jimin stared at the side of your face. “She has simply been harassing me since the very beginning of my time here. She’s very powerful, everyone knows. She flaunts her title, her parents, and the fact she knows all of you. We all appreciate our jobs way too much that we won’t risk it by telling you guys what she has been doing, then finding out you guys are friends, and we get fired because she’s important.”

“It doesn’t excuse the fact that she doesn’t have any complaints against her name,” you arched an eyebrow at the man, irritation now coursing through your bones at the tone he spoke to you in.

“It seems you’re trying to excuse her actions, Mr. Kim,” you said, frowning at him. The ones who you have spoken the most to, agreed with you, nodding their heads.

“Yeah, Jin,” Taehyung spoke up, staring at his boyfriend with a disappointed expression, “it does seem that you’re trying to do that.”

“I’m sorry that I’m suspicious of your words,” Jin glared at you and your hands slightly shook with anger. “You see, Ms. Y/n, it’s not uncommon for a worker to lie in order to get money or to get into the pants of every single one of us.”

“Jin,” Jungkook stared him down but Jin simply waved him off as he looked at you.

“So, tell me, how much money do you want?”

“Mr. Kim, if I was just sent up here to basically be told that I’m a liar,” you started with the most calm tone you could muster as you stared down at your arm where your wound was covered up, blood slowly starting to seep through the bandage, “I would like to leave if that’s okay.”

“No—”

Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung turned to look at Jin as soon as he was about to deny your request. Yoongi nudged him as he sat next to him and nodded.

“You’re excused, y/n,” Namjoon looked at you, a small smile on his face. You thanked him and stood up to leave, opening the door before Jimin stopped you.

“I’m sorry about that,” he spewed out. “Honestly. I believe you. We’ll talk later okay?”

You sighed and you faced him, ignoring everyone’s stares. “It seems that Mr. Kim has an issue with me. I don’t want to talk to you if he he doesn’t like it, Jimin. He is your boyfriend, I’m a friend. His opinion matters more. I’ll see you around, okay?”

You tried to force a smile but there was an ache on your chest at knowing that you won’t be able to speak to Jimin. But, it’s the truth. His partner who he has been with for years doesn’t feel comfortable around you, you can see that. You are not going to be someone who accidentally gets stuck into those situations and you break anyone up. You had never dealt with any type of situations like these but, you hoped you were doing the right thing as you left.

As soon as the door closed, Jimin’s lips were parted. He had finally made a friend who didn’t criticize or objectify him, and now that friend was gone because Jin was being an asshole. Such… an asshole.

“What is wrong with you?” The guys eyed Jimin as he headed towards the eldest of the group. “You saw the video, Jin. It wasn’t her fault and she wasn’t lying.”

“Don’t let yourself be brainwashed,” Jin shrugged, staring at his hands that were clasped on top of his knee. “You already dealt with this with—”

“No, do not bring Nabi into this,” Jimin snapped, shaking his head. “She is in the past. She left and that’s it. There’s no reason for any of us to hold onto her when she stole from us and slept with other people. Y/n is my friend. She is not someone who I’m fucking around with.”

With that, Jimin left, closing the door behind him rather harshly. He hoped to get to you but he knew he had to at least respect your wishes for… today. He’ll seek for you tomorrow.

“He’s right, Jin,” Namjoon was the first one to speak his mind as he stared at the eldest who was silent. “Listen, we appreciate you taking care of us, always looking out for us, but it’s time we’re able to trust people. Not everyone but, if Jimin or any of the boys want to befriend her, let them. But, if you feel uncomfortable or if you feel like you personally don’t trust her and have that feeling in your gut, then your feelings are valid. They won’t hang with her, okay?”

Jin looked at Namjoon and sighed. He eyed everyone there and turned to look at the ones who have gotten to know you: Jungkook, Taehyung, and Yoongi.

“Do you guys like her?” He asked. The three glanced at one another. “Be honest with me.”

“She’s so sweet,” Taehyung spoke. “Genuinely. We got to know her and her intentions aren’t bad. Since we learned from Nabi, we looked for red flags. There aren’t none with Y/n. She especially cares so much about Jimin.”

“I’ll talk to him at home,” Jin breathed out and he stood up, buttoning his blazer. His gaze focused on Jungkook. “Go check up on him. Knowing him, he’s going to kill someone.”

Jungkook nodded and left, quickly following after Jimin, knowing he was already by the parking lot with their guards. He couldn’t help but think about you and the way you looked. The wound on your arm made his hands turn into fists, angry at the fact someone hurt such a kind person like you. You didn’t do anything but already knowing Iseul, she only came at you and the way you looked. He experienced her hatred when he was younger so he already knew the type of person she was.

He looked up once he felt the elevator stop, making him stare in the furious eyes of a girl who was already pressing on the buttons.

“Stupid men,” she mumbled under her breath, shaking her head while tapping her foot furiously on the floor. But, she stopped once she finally noticed the figure behind her. She looked and softly gasped, immediately bowing. “Mr. Jeon.”

“Ari, right?” The girl nodded. “Tell Y/n I’m sorry. She has my phone number, I’ll be calling her later.”

Ari nodded yet again, being left behind dumbfounded when Jungkook left. His guards followed behind him, leading him towards Jimin who had, thankfully, not left yet.

“You doing okay?” Jungkook asked, appearing next to Jimin’s side. Jimin didn’t look at him and looked straight ahead, sighing. “Listen, Jin is just protecting us.”

“I know he is,” Jimin answered. “But, he’s not doing it in a way that is good. We have experienced Iseul’s horrible ways, he should’ve understood that that’s the type of person she is.”

“I know.”

“And Y/n doesn’t want to basically talk to me,” Jimin breathed out. “I finally made a friend who treats me as a human being and not a monster or an object. She genuinely wants to get to know me. That old hag… Nabi ruined it for the others.”

“Nabi was a horrible person,” Jungkook said, following behind him into the car. They both situated themselves and put on their seatbelts, still thinking about the events that had happened. “We just fell in love with the wrong person.”

“We kill people,” Jimin started, his head moving side to side to display his anger at speaking about his past lover. “We have blood in our hands. We torture people to tell us what we need to know, yet we couldn’t tell when Nabi lied to us. We were just candy to her. She stole from us, lied to us, wasn’t loyal to us, and she made us do everything for her because she knew we would do anything for her.”

“Love made us blind, Jimin,” Jungkook reassured him, grabbing his hand. “We fell for her. Hard. We have been dating for years and getting someone new into our relationship simply made us all excited. We didn’t see what others could. Our parents didn’t see it either. It’s not our fault.”

Jimin nodded at his words and slumped his shoulders. “Y/n doesn’t want anything to do with me, us. I get her opinion, though. She said she won’t talk to me if Jin feels uncomfortable that she’s doing so. She’s such an angel, though, because she got accused of basically being a gold digger by Jin and yet, she’s thinking of his feelings.”

“Listen, Jin is just… taking care of us,” Jungkook looked down to catch Jimin’s attention and smiled a little when he made eye contact with him. “After Nabi, we were all heartbroken and Jin had to pick up the pieces that she broke while he was handling his own pain. I know right now you feel this way because Y/n has become your friend, but look at the issue in point of view.”

“I know,” Jimin mumbled, his chest heaving by the amount of sighs he leg out while he licked his lips. “I just wish he wasn’t so harsh, you know? He should trust us.”

“I know, I know,” Jungkook wrapped an arm around his shoulders, bringing their heads together. “We’ll go home and we need to talk to Y/n, whether she likes it or not.”

Jimin chuckled. “That’ll be nice. I already miss her.”

Jungkook smiled before the two quieted down, admiring the scenery. He could only think of you and he knew Jimin was thinking of you, too.

It was odd the way you easily bonded with them. Especially with him, Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi. All four were the quietest out of the 7, and for you to manage to get them out their shells for a bit was more than enough for Jungkook to be able to trust you with his older partners and with him.

“Jungkook said he’ll call you later,” Ari told you as soon as you two sat down for dinner in your apartment. Eunji sat across from you, her son by her side as he ate some cut up potatoes that Eunji had said, “He has an obsession with potatoes. Do not get any, he’ll throw a fit.”

“I don’t really feel like it’s fair for Mr. Kim,” you frowned, shaking your head. Ari and Eunji arched their eyebrows as if asking which one. “The older one. He seemed like he was uncomfortable with me… and he was! He really asked how much money I wanted.”

“He’s probably taking care of them emotionally, honey,” Eunji threw you a pitied look. “I mean, they haven’t personally talked to anyone since the employee that used to work in our division got fired.”

You sighed and nodded, playing with your food. “Yeah, you’re right. I just feel like he could’ve dealt with the situation better instead of calling me a liar when there was evidence and there are people who saw the situation happen. I know you two have my back. The other workers… not so much.”

“Look, just give him a chance to know you,” Ari reassured you by placing her hand on top of yours, hoping to soothe your nerves. “If he doesn’t want to, it’s his loss. But you at least know that Jimin, or any of the boys you have met, didn’t exactly know what he was going to say.”

“Wait for them to call,” Eunji suggested, a smirk forming on her lips. You snorted and shook your head.

“I doubt they’ll even remember.”

As dinner passed by quickly, Ari, Eunji, and her child left your home. You were thankful that they at least helped you clean and you quickly did all of your business before heading to bed.

As you got out of the shower and changed, you went to bed, after making sure everything was locked and secured in your house, and just laid there. You really didn’t know what to think about the situation, but your friends were. You should cut Jin some slack and you do what to but it’s the he humiliated you and said some things he shouldn’t have said.

Your phone buzzing broke you off of your thoughts. You grabbed it and looked at the screen, smiling a little at seeing Jimin’s name showing up. Maybe you should ignore it, but you knew you would feel bad so you answered.

“Hello?” You responded, putting the phone on speaker.

“Hey,” you heard the way his voice softened, speaking to you in almost a hushed whisper. “Did I wake you?”

“No, I hadn’t gone to sleep yet, don’t worry,” you chuckled a little, feeling your heart beating against your chest. You placed a hand on top and calmed your breathing down. “Why are you calling me?”

“I’m sorry for how things went in the office,” he apologized and you heard the way he let out a sigh, clearly phased by his partner’s actions. “Jin isn’t like that but, I hope you do understand he is very cautious about women who befriend us. He has been the one to pick us all up once we get hurt and he always takes care of us. With you, his instincts went off. We got close to you in a matter of two weeks and he got worried.” He heard silence. “I know his reaction wasn’t right at all and I apologize on his behalf. He shouldn’t have assumed you were doing anything because of money.”

“I know he doesn’t know me,” you started, “but it still hurt to be accused of basically wanting to sleep with you guys or be accused of wanting money. The harassment I receive at work is no joke and it’s not something I would exactly like about.”

“I know, flower,” there goes your heart again, “I know. But, I am sorry, okay? And he doesn’t mind that we hang out with you. Everyone stood up for you so he saw that we trusted you.”

You softly giggled while your eyes drooped from the lateness and lack of sleep. “That’s nice of you guys. Thank you.”

“I was going to ask you a favor by the way,” you heard him say and you hummed, gesturing for him to continue. “Is it okay if we can sleep on call? I’m sleeping alone today and the others went to a business meeting real quick. It’ll only be for today.”

You smiled a little and nodded. “It’s okay, Jimin. We can stay on. I won’t be heading to work tomorrow either way. I have my day off.”

You heard Jimin snickered and sheets rustling. “I’ll come visit you with food then. I miss your presence.” Your face flushed and you cleared your throat. “I don’t hear any talk back so I’ll show up.”

“No you aren’t,” you scoffed, not believing his words. Jimin hummed.

“Watch me.”

You smiled at his words. “Goodnight, Jimin. Sweet dreams.”

“Goodnight, y/n, sweet dreams,” Jimin repeated back and you cuddled your blankets, placing your phone on the night stand beside you, letting it charge. You heard him talk. “Before you fully sleep, Namjoon and Hoseok want to go to lunch with you. Get to know you. Don’t worry, I’ll be there.”

“Mhm, I’ll go, but you better come pick me because I don’t want another one of you knowing my address.”

“Be quiet and get enough rest for tomorrow.”

“Okay, okay. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, flower.”

Combined Beings (ix)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

WARNINGS IN THIS PART AND UPCOMING PARTS: cursing, smut even (first time writing… English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭), deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

TAGLIST (CLOSED) : @scuzmunkie @princess-sunshyn @bangtans-momma @stupendousliteraturewritingoaf @babygirl-277 @elliott-calls @yoonallthetime @atiny-angel @tokiodori @lovwoni @littlrmills14-blog @7soulstars @lizzymizzy-blogg @itzz-me-duh @mma7 @4ukiyo4 @xiusmarshmallow @maliktheking @fluffyspaceprincess @svnbangtansworld @passionandsuga @m0v3m3ntsblog @kungsoonie @idkreallys-blog @generouschildcolor @miriamxsworld @fluffy-canada-pancakes @icravebooks @singukieee @ilymygs-fatima @cryingpages @embrace-themagic @luvlee1313 @skyys-universe @allamericanuniverse @emu007 @needausernamepl @asmenar-ams @stellauniverse @namjoonswaifu @juju-227592 @mageprincess7 @eclipse-darling @iamkookiesforyou @kissme-ornot @foreverweareyoung7 @lovelgirl22 @xyahrinx @guinhosletters @amara-mars @shadowyjellyfishfest @hobiswhore @kooslilhoe @sugaglaze93 (to the bold usernames, your accounts wouldn’t show up. pls fix your visibility settings!)

A/N: I’m sorry for the rushed ending, I’ll make up for it in a few 🥲

before & after

“Here are the documents for the new products. I also finished the reviews for the products and already sent it to you via email.”

Eunji smiled at your presence and eyed the new necklace on your neck. A smirk grew on her lips before clearing her throat.

“So,” she looked down at the documents, “I’m guessing your date with the older men went well?”

“It wasn’t date,” you chuckled and glanced at the clock by her desk. “I’ll tell you and Ari about it during lunch. I have some more work to finish and I’d be happy to be able to finish that quickly.”

Eunji would admit that she was afraid of your work life now that you were becoming close to the bosses. But she should’ve never doubted you because you were, and are, a hard worker and you never allowed yourself to be distracted.

“Alright, I’ll be expecting updates. My mom wants to be updated.”

“You told your mom?” You questioned, arching an eyebrow and your supervisor shrugged her shoulders innocently, a small smile on her lips.

“She was asking about you.”

“What can I say?” You grinned. “Mothers love me.” She agreed with yours words and looked at the time again. “Alright, I’m going back to work. I’ll see you for lunch.”

It wasn’t long before lunch came around.

Ari and Eunji sat in front of you, staring at you with wide eyes while you continued to eat the food Ari’s mom had made you.

Mid chew, you looked up at feeling their gaze, and raised your eyebrows. “What?” They gave you looks and you chuckled. “Alright, alright. Well, I met up with the eldest boys after Jimin came and picked me up since crime rate was rising up, his words. I had told him that someone tried breaking into my house and he came to get me but he kept looking around as if someone was going to run at us.”

“Oh, my God,” Ari gasped, a grin starting to spread on her lips, “is he starting to get overprotective of you?”

“I don’t think so,” you shook your head, pursing your lips. “But, after he told me he was going to get some bodyguards to guard my house, told him no, and he said he was going to get me a security system.” Ari and Eunji shared looks as you continued. “We got to the restaurant, talked with the guys, and then I ordered food. But I noticed the waiter was shaking so I asked if he was okay and he left, which I didn’t mind. It was a little upsetting but it wasn’t none of my business. After, Jimin was all “boss” so he told his guards to bring the waiter back and that I had asked him a question.”

“That’s hot,” Ari nodded her head rapidly, eating. You couldn’t help but agree a little. “What else?”

“I scolded them for scaring the waiters away because they wanted them to listen to me,” you shook your head, recounting each moment of it. “But, it didn’t work. I got called cute. Then, the guys wanted to name me something since they heard Jimin calling me flower. So, Hoseok, Mr. Jung, named me angel as well as Yoongi, Mr. Min. Namjoon, the second eldest Mr. Kim, called me beauty or beautiful.”

Before Eunji could comment something, a figure loomed over you three, catching your attention. You turned to look and saw a group of women glaring at you. You sighed.

“Yes?”

“It’s not nice to be a snitch, y/n,” a blonde one answered, so similar to Iseul in so many ways from head to toe. “We heard you fired Iseul because you decided to be a little bitch.”

“The bosses saw the ordeal happen on camera, stupid,” Ari commented, rolling her eyes. The girl stepped closer and Ari stared at her. “What? You can try to fight me but know you’ll never intimidate me when you try to be a wannabe Iseul.”

The rest of the girls turned to look at the blonde and you chuckled breathlessly, shaking your head as you continued to eat. She turned to look at you.

“What are you laughing about?” She got closer to you, her eyes glaring holes into your figure. “Continue to eat, you whale. That’s the only thing you’re good at.”

“Chaewon,” Eunji spoke as you continued to find the words thrown at you a bit humorous, “if you don’t stop, I will report this to Mr. Park.”

“I don’t give a shit, Eunji,” Chaewon spat before she turned to look at you. She opened her mouth to speak but Ari interrupted her.

“If you want to keep your job, I advise you not to say anything to her,” Ari pointed her fork at you as you played around with the necklace Namjoon had surprised you with when you had entered Jimin’s office in the morning. “I’m being serious.”

“Don’t say that,” you mumbled to your friend, anxious of your co-workers and your bosses thinking you were using your new friendships as a way to not get harassed.

“Our bosses do not give a shit about you,” Chaewon told you, her brows furrowing. “Nothing. You can say all you want, have dinners with them, hang with them, but you’re just a fat whore who everyone feels bad for because you’re nothing. I can’t say anything to you, but you don’t belong here. At all.”

“This is work,” you simply said. “Not a children’s playground. It’s childish for you to use your words in order to get me. It doesn’t matter if I’m friends with Mr. Park or anyone, I’m just annoyed with your shit because I don’t look like you.”

“And neither of us want to look like you,” Ari retorted, feeling annoyed that your guys’ lunch time was being wasted, especially since she wanted to hear about your date and the necklace you were wearing. “Now leave us alone or are you dumb to understand? Is the dye getting to your brain?”

Chaewon was about to argue, but you three continued to eat, ignoring every word that was going to spew from her lips. At noticing that she wasn’t entirely affecting you, she scoffed and walked away.

“Iseul really impacted everyone here,” Eunji breathed out, eyeing the rest of her employees. “They’re all her but in different forms. Guess her being rich came handy.”

“But, what else happened yesterday?”

“I have a dinner hangout with the eldest Mr. Kim,” you replied, hearing the disagreements escape both your friends’ mouths as they heard who you were going to be with. “He wants us to talk. I’m very nervous, though, Jimin isn’t going with me.”

“If he tries to talk shit again,” Ari started, “slap him and leave from there.”

You snorted and agreed before Eunji caught your attention as she spoke up. “So, who gave you that necklace?”

“Um, Namjoon did,” you didn’t meet their eyes, your face heating up at what had happened. “I had gone to Jimin’s office in the morning. When I got there, Namjoon was already there, talking with him. I said hi, Jimin came to check on me, checked my arms, and he told me that Namjoon had a present for me. I tried arguing but, Namjoon told me to stay quiet for a bit and I did and he just came behind me, placed the necklace and literally whispered in my ear that I should expect to be spoiled. It’s making me nervous.”

“That’s hot,” Ari commented with wide eyes, chewing her food. “They totally have a thing for you and I want that for you. Make them jealous.”

“We do have someone new coming in next week,” Eunji said, causing you both to look at her. “We have a man named Daeseong, he’s around your age, very smart, top in his class, and very attractive.”

“I am not making anyone jealous,” you said. “I’m here to work and Namjoon, Jimin, no one likes me. They just like me as a friend.”

Both girls dropped it and you three shortly went back to work when lunch time flew by.

The entire time while you finished work and documents, you couldn’t help but feel anxious at the thought of what was to happen with Jin. You couldn’t think, not even when Jimin was in front of, checking your arms again.

Noticing how distracted you were, Jimin placed his fingers by your wrist, checking your pulse. He could feel how fast and could even feel your hands slightly shaking from nerves. He grabbed your face.

“Hey,” he softly said, smiling at you once he caught your attention. “You okay?”

“I’m very nervous,” you admitted, gulping at not having him with you. “You’re usually with me and now you’re not going to be there by my side.”

He softly smiled at you and wrapped his arms around your head, taking you aback. You hugged him back after your shock and relished in the warmth of his body. You could feel him placing a kiss on the side of your head.

“You have my phone number,” Jimin started before pulling away, his eyes meeting yours, “if anything happens, if he makes you uncomfortable, I will be there. You have me. But listen, we…”

“What?” You questioned as he stayed quiet.

“If you see anyone suspicious, you call me, fast,” he continued, making you more anxious as to what his words meant. He noticed. “It’s nothing bad but, Jin is taking you to his restaurant. He helped Taehyung and me with our business because he knew about everything more than us. Bad people tend to eat at his restaurant since it’s famous and I’m just making sure you are safe.”

“I don’t want to go anymore,” you shakily breathed out and he grabbed your waist, bringing his hand to the back of your head. He placed it to his chest where you could hear the thumping of his heartbeat.

“I have my guards, and his, already obeying orders if anything were to happen,” Jimin reassured you with a soft tone in his voice. “Jin can fight, he has a gun. You do not have any type of protection so you’re my top priority, your safety is, okay?” You nodded against his chest and he smiled. “Okay, come on. I’ll drop you off.”

You nodded and felt his hand grabbing yours, fingers intertwining with one another. He led you towards the elevator and he side-glanced his assistant who was already glaring at you. He scoffed under his breath, only a few to go until Binna comes back.

“You really need some music here,” you broke him out of his thoughts, looking up at the ceiling of the elevator to point out your opinion. “It gets really awkward when there’s like 1 or 2 people here and there’s just silence. But, it’s just an opinion. You don’t have to do anything.”

“I think it’s a great idea,” Jimin looked at you with a faint smirk lifting on his lips. “I’ll get to that next week, okay? I’m working on hires this week.”

“I’m sorry for that.”

“Don’t be, flower,” Jimin rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand. “I want this division to be the best without any type of harassment or bullying. I know the feeling of being someone’s punchline or punchbag, which is why I strived to be better and to be a better person. I reacted the way I did with those harassing you, physically and mentally, because I was in that position once.”

“You’re a good boss,” you smiled at him, squeezing his hand and he let out a sigh. “I see it. Eunji and Ari see it. You do a good job to make work safe and comfortable, so thank you.”

“I’m guessing no one is making fun of you anymore?” He asked and you let out a small exhale, making a face.

“There are some bullying still,” he opened his mouth, but you raised a hand, alerting him you’re still talking, “but, you have given me enough strength to stand up for myself. How? I don’t know but, you make me feel safe and I know you have my back.”

“I do. I know you have mine.”

“I always do.”

The elevator let out a sound, alerting you that you two were in the main lobby. He got out first and made sure that his security was near. When he saw them and they headed towards you two, then did he pull you out of the elevator.

“We’re heading to Jin’s,” Jimin simply told his guard, one hand intertwined with yours while the other was buried in his pocket. The guard nodded and you two walked towards the car already awaiting for you two.

Jimin opened the door, helping you get in. He came in to sit next to you not even a second after, going back to grabbing a hold of your hand.

It was crazy to process your position and situation. Here you were with the man that was a part of the process of creating the building you worked at, was one of the few who chose to hire you, and in charge of your division. It was crazy that here you were in his car, holding his hand and having been kissed in the head by him. Were you dreaming?

“Are you thinking of me?” You turned to look at Jimin. He was already wearing a teasing smile, his dimples on display. You softly snorted.

“Be quiet,” you nudged his shoulder and he breathlessly chuckled, clasping both his hands on your hand he was already holding. “I just had one of those moments where everything fully processed. Like, I’m holding your hand, Jimin, something that I definitely did not see coming.”

He let out his usual chuckle, looking out the window before glancing back at you. “I never saw myself in this position either, you know?” He sadly smiled, shaking his head slowly. “After what happened to the last girl we let into our lives, I swore not to trust anyone outside our little group but then, you came along and, it might sound cheesy, but you made me trust again unknowingly. You were the first person to have seen me as a human being and not an object and I thank you for that.”

You smiled at him, scooting closer to him and resting your head on the nape of neck, feeling one of his hands reach over your shoulder. He brought you even closer to his side, feeling the warmth of his body yet again radiating into yours.

“Sir, we’re here,” you jumped a little, forgetting you two weren’t exactly alone. Your body heat up out of embarrassment at the thought of others listening to you both.

“Come on, flower,” Jimin grabbed you and waited for his guard to open the car door. When his feet felt the pavement floor, he stood back and took out his hand, helping you get out. You thanked him and with your hand still in his, he led you into Jin’s restaurant.

The first thing you smelt was the smell of cigarette along with the smell of food. There was loud chattering everywhere and you were quick to hide by Jimin when you saw intimidating men staring at you.

Jimin had tightened his hold on your hand, glaring at whoever looked at you, his gaze burning holes into their heads that they looked away. His eyes then searched for Jin, who was already sat by himself not so far from you two but farther away from everyone.

“Jin,” Jimin smiled at his boyfriend, kissing him in front of you. You smiled before situating yourself in the chair in front of where Jin was sitting at, looking at the menu in order to not be too awkward as they were in their little bubble. “Be nice to her. I’m serious.”

“Yeah, yeah,” said man turned to look at you, “I will.”

Jimin smiled in satisfaction before leaning down to kiss your cheek. “Be safe, flower. I’ll see if I’ll pick you up when you’re finished here, unless Jin wants give you a ride.”

“You can pick her up,” Jin simply shrugged, causing Jimin to give him a glare you couldn’t see. You puffed your cheeks at his reaction.

“I’ll just walk home,” you suggested. “I’ll be able to find my way there by taking a bus.”

“No, I’ll pick you up.”

Jin sighed. “Jimin, you can leave now. I won’t harm her or anything but this is dinner for us both. We’ll both be okay.”

Jimin looked between you two before nodding, waving at you two and leaving. Both of you watched him leave, too awkward to face the other and make a conversation.

When it was time to face one another, you made eye contact with him that didn’t last long because you two would immediately look away. You drank the cup of water that was given to you and looked around, inhaling and exhaling.

“I’m sorry,” you turned to look at him and he was already staring at you, “for… accusing you of faking your complaints, the bullying, everything. It was none of my business in the first place and I simply accused you because I’m protecting all of the boys.”

“Protecting then of what?” You questioned, your eyebrows furrowing. “I know the heartbreak of what you all went through but I’m not like her.”

“I know you aren’t,” Jin drank from his own cup. “But, Jimin was the first one who got attached to her. The youngest ones fell for her first and they trusted her which then resulted in us trusting her because if they trusted her, we could, too, you know?” You nodded along with his words. “It all started because Jimin had seen her walking into the building, but when they talked, she wasn’t exactly… there as she had made sexual jokes to Jimin. This was before I taught them that it’s not okay to objectified because of their looks, so they assumed if women sexualized their bodies and groped them, they were loved.”

“That wasn’t her red flag?” You asked and he sighed, shaking her head.

“I didn’t care about her as much,” he replied, staring back at you again. “I only had an attraction to her because everyone did. Everyone was so head over heels for her and they assumed she loved them. I was just watching everything to make sure it was okay, but then I noticed her true colors.” He took a deep breath before continuing. “I had noticed that she relished in the amount of money the boys spent on her. If she wanted their card, she would steal but they would wave it off because they would do anything for her. But, I noticed that she kept purchasing hotel rooms with Jimin’s card. I had some of my men follow her and there she was, kissing another man while giving him her jewelry so he could sell it.”

“She did that?” You gasped a bit, shocked at hearing the new revelation. “She’s so cruel.”

“She is and was,” Jin nodded in agreement with your words. “I told Jimin, she was fired, and everyone broke. I was the one to pick up their broken pieces because a woman they had just met shattered everything they had built with her. We all love each other, but when a new person joins us, we have so much love to share so, they all blamed themselves for not doing better. I couldn’t bear that.”

“That’s why you assumed I was after money?”

“Yes,” Jin hummed and you did, too, understanding his side and ignoring the way he kept looking to your left, right over your shoulder. “That’s why. I’m sorry for being mean.”

“I forgive you. But, it’s not going to be that easy either. You really did hurt my feelings and it hurt like hell to be told the words you had told me. You need to make up for it.”

“Deal.”

He stuck out his hand and you shook it, feeling a bit relieved at understanding his side of the story.

It wasn’t long before you two talked a bit more to know one another. He let you know the history behind the creation of his restaurant, letting you know he learned more about cooking and dishes when he fed each 6 other people.

He was a big softy at mentioning them, even if you kept looking away because he did that. You were even starting to get anxious because he kept staring at someone.

Though, as soon as silence fell over the both of you, his hand reached out under the table. A gun was on his hand, pointed at a woman and a man not so far from you two, conversing.

“I-” You spluttered out before hissing. “Why are you pointing your gun at other people?”

“Mind your own business,” Jin mumbled, pressing the trigger to release a set of two bullets, shooting the ones that he had been staring at this whole entire time with you.

Screams were heard and there were more gunshots but, it didn’t belong to Jin as he had rested his wrist, bullet holes starting to appear on walls.

Your breathed picked up but you remembered that Jimin had specified you to be safe and sound with his guards. But, you couldn’t think when you wondered if you were invited for Jin’s own benefits or if he really wanted to make amends. And you also couldn’t help to think as to why and how Jin could shoot again and again.

Thankfully, one of Jin’s guards grabbed you and led you to safety, but you could still hear the bullets flying past everyone. The screams of the rest of the customers in the restaurants were high pitched but, you hoped and wished that this will be all gone.

“I wanna leave,” you shakily breathed out and grabbed your phone, trying to dial Jimin’s phone if it weren’t for his voice to be already booming near you. Your head peaked out from your hiding spot and there he was, punching someone on the face until it was disfigured and bloody.

“You came here without the money we asked you to bring,” he seethed, glaring harshly at the man in his arms before glancing at the woman. “Your husband stole from my crew, he’s not getting away with this rather quickly when I asked him to give me back the fucking money owes me!”

Another punch.

You stayed in your space out of shock, not having seen this part of Jimin, and quickly, immediately, you snapped out of it to panic.

Who really are they? Your bosses? Jin could shoot precisely and Jimin continued punching the ones who betrayed him. He was skilled and it showed so you wondered, who are they?

You could live and breathe for a bit before Jimin immediately came to bother you and now, you know that he does feel your presence because he has found you.

“Y/n,” Jimin breathed out, his hands reaching to grab you, but you took a step back, ignoring the way his hands seeped with blood. “Listen, I can explain…” He gulped. “Jin wanted you to be here with him so it wouldn’t be as obvious that he had a random girl like any other day.”

“So, you put me in danger,” you slowly breathed in and out, anger starting to course through your vein, “so Jin could succeed with whatever he’s doing?” Jimin nodded and the way he looked so innocent made you explode. “So the apology was fake? You think I’m still lying?”

Jin appeared and he shook his head as he could hear your booming voice over the now so-quiet restaurant.

“It was nice to know you…”

“Leave me alone,” you breathed out, hands shaking. “I’m leaving. Please, don’t look for me. Please. I need time to process everything I just saw because I just saw a man being shot while his face ended up… basically disappearing because you hit him hard. Leave me.”

“Flower-” Jimin calling you reached to one ear to another. You didn’t want to hear him as you passed the man all bloodied on the floor.

“Leave me alone.”

Jimin watched as you left, sadness starting to run over his body. His sadness then turned to anger and he strutted towards the bodies on the floor. He made his guards grab them, but he only wished you were there. You.

“We’ll make it up to her later,” Namjoon whispered into the comms they were all wearing, hoping it would Jimin down.

“I hope so.”

One Question - Seonghwa x Reader, Mingi x Reader, Seonghwa x Mingi (NSFW)

🌧️ Summary: “I was wondering how long it was into the friendship before the two of you realized that you want to sleep together?”

🌧️ Word count: 10k

🌧️ Genre and warnings: one shot. fem pronouns for reader. boyfriend seonghwa. best friend mingi. sub reader with soft dom seonghwa. sub reader with sub mingi. sub mingi with soft dom hwa. dirty talk, reader is called baby doll. oral sex. jerking off. unprotected sex. creampie. voyeurism. squirting. choking, reader receiving. 

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this fic is not meant to represent seonghwa or mingi in any way, shape or form.

               The rain comes down in steady drops, striking the glass of Seonghwa’s dining room window and rolling down in slow streaks, blurring the lights outside. It is strange to have a storm this time of year…almost as strange as the vibes tonight as you spend time with your boyfriend of nine months, Seonghwa, and your best friend of well over twenty years, Mingi.

               Oddly enough, the energy is entirely coming from Seonghwa who has fallen silent as everyone finishes up eating dinner…a very carefully planned and cooked dinner; it is evident that your boyfriend has taken considerable time and a lot of planning to construct a meal formal enough to be served someplace fancy.

               Mingi’s eyes dart over in your direction although he doesn’t speak. Having been best friends with Mingi since childhood, you don’t need him to verbalize anything to know what he is thinking.

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Combined Beings (ii)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

GENRE: angst, fluff, mafia au, ceo au

WARNINGS IN THIS PART AND UPCOMING PARTS: cursing, smut even (first time writing… English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭), deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying

TAG LIST: @scuzmunkie @princess-sunshyn (let me know if you want to be added)

before & next

“Y/n, Mr. Park requests for you to personally hand him the documents you’re working on.”

You looked up at Eunji who stood by your side, knowing that from your shy and awkward personality and nature, you would hide under your desk if she were to yell it out for you to hear from her office.

“Me?” You looked around the office, as if there were another worker that goes by your name.

“Yes, you,” Ari shook your arm excitedly. “He wants to see you again.”

“What happened between you two?” Eunji wiggled her eyebrows and you shrugged, shaking your head while you continued working.

Ari eyed your guys’ friend. “He took care of this scratch she had on her arm.” She showed off her own. “And when I went upstairs yesterday, he did not even look at me once.”

“You caught his attention,” Eunji nodded in support. “Good job! He’ll start paying more attention to us and maybe, we’ll get a raise.”

“That would be nice,” you breathed out at the thought of a raise. But, you knew it wouldn’t be possible. After all, it was you. “But, I mean, we could send Iseul up there and he’d give us a raise for sure.”

“Iseul is pretty but, her personality says otherwise…” Eunji puffed her cheeks, a hand on her hip while she supported her weight by placing the other hand on a wall.

“Eunji,” you chuckled, shaking your head. “But is it these documents that he wants me to take?”

“Yep, he said you should take mine up, too, once I’m finished but that would be in a while,” Eunji smirked down at you and you ignored the feeling of hope that maybe he did want to see you.

“He really is whipped for you,” Ari mumbled, an awe look on her face when she met your eyes. “But hey, if you caught his attention, imagine the other 6.”

“That’s true!” Eunji nodded, eating from a pack of chip she had stolen from Ari. “Listen, just be careful with Mr. Park. He tends to get… angry in a way when the documents aren’t done in the way he wants.”

“That did not make me feel better.”

“Hey, you’re finished!” Ari clapped her hands excitedly before rushing you out of your chair. “Go, go, go! Give it to him.”

“Alright, alright, I’m going, I’m going.”

You grabbed the papers as fast as you could, heading towards the elevator. Eunji and Ari waved at you, big smiles spread on their lips. You smiled a bit before pressing on the button, the door closing.

“Y/n, right?” You nodded at the assistant as soon as the doors opened and you walked towards her desk. “Go ahead. Mr. Park is waiting for you.”

You nodded and thanked her, heading towards the door with your heart pounding against your chest to the point where you could hear it pounding in your ears.

“Mr. Park?” You poked your head in and smiled awkwardly at the man who looked up from the documents in his hand. “I came to give you the papers.”

“Ah, thank you,” he nodded before he grabbed them from you, his fingertips brushing against your skin again like the first time. “Also, I noted a couple of mistakes on the documents you gave me last time.”

Your breath hitched and you stood by, scratching your arm. “I’m sorry for that…”

He chuckled. “Don’t worry. I just wanted to give you some pointers about it.” He grabbed the documents in front of him. “So, the statistics for this product, it’s not that the numbers don’t add up, but it’s not for this specific product. It’s for this one.”

He changed papers and he stood up once he saw you leaning over to see what he was referring to.

“Sit down,” he softly instructed, gesturing towards his chair, and you looked at him before doing so.

“So, I wrote down the wrong numbers for the wrong product?” You furrowed your eyebrows, grabbing the documents he was just holding. He leaned down next to you and hummed. “Hmm, I’m sorry for my mistake, Mr. Park. I’ll be more aware of the statistics next time. I apologize.”

“Look at me,” you turned to look at him and he smirked a little at the way you gulped, “do not apologize. By making mistakes, you learn, do you not? So, now you know what to do next time. I’ll correct these documents for you.”

He grabbed the ones you gave him today and you sighed. “I really am sorry. I should’ve been more aware of the mistakes. After all, it’s my job.”

He waved you off again and he eyed you as you stood up. “Do not worry, y/n, I don’t mind.”

You remembered back to the way Eunji told you that he gets mad when the documents aren’t done in a way he wants. But he stood here next to you, reassuring you he will fix his mistake.

“Was that all for today, Mr. Park?”

“Yes,” he smiled at you as you stood up, bowing to him. He bowed back to you, causing you to immediately wave him off. “What? I can’t bow down to a beautiful woman?”

“I-“ you unknowingly said, clearly in shock by his statement. You immediately felt your face heat up. “I’ll bring you the other documents later, Mr. Park.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll go retrieve them from you. I need that walk and need to see how you guys are working.”

You nodded. “Do I let Eunji know?”

“Please.”

“Okay, I’ll see in…” You arched an eyebrow at him and he looked down at his watch.

“In about an hour.”

“Okay, see you in an hour.”

You walked off and closed the door behind you, rushing towards elevator to get to the floor you work on.

At the door opening, Ari and Eunji waited for you, rushing you towards Eunji’s office where you ignored everyone looking your way.

“What happened?” They both simultaneously asked, sitting you down on a chair. You stared at them with wide eyes, not expecting to be thrown harshly towards it.

“Uh, he made me sit down on his chair before letting me know that I did some mistakes on my documents,” they both gasped, “and he didn’t yell. He even offered to do it for me.”

“What?” Eunji exclaimed. “He screamed at me when I misspelt a word. What an ass!”

“He’s nice,” you defended him with a smile. “But, it’s not nice of him to yell if it was a simply mistake. Oh! But then, I bowed to him and he bowed to me because I am a ‘beautiful woman’.”

Ari gasped dramatically, her own cheeks flushing at the words you spewed out. “He called you beautiful! I told you.”

You playfully rolled your eyes as she shook your shoulders, waving her off.

“He’s a nice guy,” you said, “and… he’s coming down in an hour to check on everybody here.”

Eunji’s smile wiped off her face. “What…? Today? No, no. Fucking Iseul is here today!”

“Maybe if she keeps up with her attitude, they’ll fire her?” Ari suggested, though she herself was not so sure. You and Eunji looked at her. “What? I’m just saying! I would assume the CEOs are also human beings with feelings.”

“We’ll just see what happens…”

“Hey, what are you doing?”

Jimin looked up from the documents in his hand, eyeing the way Jungkook came inside his office.

“I’m just fixing some mistakes,” Jimin answered, his gaze landing on the way Jungkook’s sleeves were rolled up to display his tattoos. But he eyed the scattered blood on the skin, arching an eyebrow. “How was your… little business?”

“I would tell you but let’s go back on the fact that you said you’re fixing mistakes on papers?” Jungkook questioned, glancing at Jimin who sighed. “What’s going on with you? Yesterday, you were way too happy and you didn’t even see me!”

“It’s nothing.”

“Clearly it’s something,” Jungkook argued back before standing up straight and crossing the skin over his heart. “I promise I won’t tell.”

Jimin squinted his eyes suspiciously. He nodded once he saw that Jungkook was being serious. “There’s this… employee. She is so adorable in a way.”

“I can’t believe you’re saying this to your boyfriend,” Jungkook dramatically sobbed, covering his face with his clean hand. He stopped once he heard silence and saw the way Jimin gave him a deadpan stare. “Is she cute, though?”

“Vey,” Jimin nodded, glancing at his watch. “She’ll be coming in soon with another sort of documents. You better clean the blood off, I don’t want you making her run away.”

“Fine.”

Jungkook grabbed a tissue and tried his hardest to clean the dried blood with sanitizer, looking down at his bare chest to see more in its wake.

He didn’t have much time to hurry since the door was opened and in came a girl with beautiful, curious eyes glancing at him nervously.

“Here ya’ go, Mr. Park,” you greeted, bowing to the man as you handed him the documents and folders. You turned to look at the other figure. “Hello, Mr…?”

“Jeon,” you hid the way your eyes widened at the name. This was now 2 out of 7 and you fidgeted nervously, the new presence intimidating you even more.

It wasn’t that you didn’t know their names, you did, but you didn’t exactly know whose name belonged to who. They were always on magazines, under the watchful eye of the media, but they were in groups or trios/duos that it was hard to say who was who.

“Jungkook, this is y/n,” Jimin introduced, his hand placing itself on your shoulder, watching you nervously fidget. “She’s one of the employees that shows us the statistics of the products, money, and shipment.”

“Mmm,” Jungkook nodded along his words before turning to look at you. He eyed the way you stared at him just as intensely, your hands playing with each finger. “You should be a good employee if you’re here and not the supervisor.”

“Since you are here,” you looked at the blood on Jungkook’s bare chest, his black button up hiding the rest of his sins, “why don’t you come with me to go look over our workers work?”

Jungkook knew he couldn’t get out of it so he sighed, nodding. “Let’s go.”

Before you could say anything, Jimin made you walk forward, the two trailing behind. Jimin’s assistant looked up in shock before the three of you went inside the elevator, their figures towering over yours while the doors closed.

“So, y/n,” you looked at Jimin as he spoke, “how long have you been working here?”

“About 3 years or so,” you answered.

“Are you ever going to tell me about the person who left you those bruises?” You pursed your lips. Jungkook looked at the back of your head, confused at Jimin’s wording. Jimin looked at him. “We have a little… harassment issue under our very own eyes. Seems that someone here grabbed her arm and left bruises.”

“We don’t tolerate harassment,” Jungkook simply said, just like Jimin had said, too.

“So will you tell us?” Jimin got closer to your side and you cleared your throat, slowly shaking your head. “Shame… but, since you won’t, I’ll see you every morning to see if you don’t have bruises on your arms. If I call you later on in the day and I see one, I will discover who did it.”

You gulped and nodded. Jungkook looked at Jimin as soon as he finished speaking and he wondered if Jimin has fallen. Because it wouldn’t be the first time.

After all, someone from their past caused them all to be iffy about females, so he made a mental note to talk to Jimin as soon as they got home.

The elevator doors opened on the floor where you worked. Since there were two tall figures wearing all black, everyone turned to look your way before their eyes widened at the sight of their CEOs in front of them.

Jimin gestured for to walk forward and you did. Jungkook chuckled a little bit when you almost tripped, but he composed himself when you three walked towards Eunji’s office. She looked up when Jimin knocked, eyes widening at Jungkook being there, too.

“Mr. Park!” She stood up, bowing to the man. She turned to the other one. “Mr. Jeon.”

“Hi, Eunji,” they both bowed down. “It was going to be me today, but Jungkook was here so we both decided to come see how everyone was doing… and working.”

“Of course,” Eunji nodded. “Well, everyone is working on the money about the latest products and efficiency of the work.”

“That’s okay,” Jimin said before he glanced at you. “Also, Eunji, excuse y/n if she doesn’t come on time in the mornings. She’ll be with me for a bit.”

“That’s totally fine,” she glanced at you and you nodded as you understood the look she gave you. “But, let me know if you need anything. There’s some food in the lunch room, I will get you coffee—”

“It’s not necessary,” Jungkook stopped her. “Thank you.”

They both walked out before they stopped and looked back at your frozen state. You looked at them and Jimin smiled a little.

“Where’s your desk?”

“Oh, it’s this way,” you said, walking forward. But, someone stood in front of you 3, enabling you from walking towards your desk.

“Jimin, Jungkook!” Both boys internally groaned and winced, recognizing that shrilly voice anywhere. Of course, her mother knew them and she was insistent that her daughter was to marry one of them to inherit their company. “I didn’t know you two were coming down here! Come with me so we can speak more.”

Not wanting to handle Iseul, you walked away. Jimin grabbed your wrist in a softer manner compared to Minjun, stopping you in your tracks.

“Sorry, Iseul, we already had plans.”

Even though they just wanted to drop me off at my desk, you thought but stayed quiet.

“It’s fine!” she exclaimed, her smile wavering off her lips as she looked at you. “I’m sure y/n could figure it out herself.”

Knowing what her gaze was, you dropped your hand, Jimin’s own dropping. “Um, it was nice to meet you, Mr. Jeon.”

“As it was nice to meet you,” he bowed to you, eyebrows furrowing even more at the way you didn’t look at them, hurrying to your desk.

He and Jimin kept their eye on you until you sat down not so far from them, talking to a girl beside you who glanced at them before glaring at Iseul.

Now Jimin understood why you wouldn’t tell.

“She’s a bitch!” Ari exclaimed quietly, keeping the conversation between you two. “Oh, my God. I swooned at the way they looked at you. Especially when Mr. Park grabbed your hand.” She turned so she could continue her staring. She immediately turned to look at you, slapping your thigh.

“Ow, what was that for?” You winced, pouting at your friend while rubbing the skin she slapped.

“They’re staring at you!” She continued slapping you and you slapped her back. “Ow, why’d you hit me?”

“You hit me first,” you squinted your eyes at her before flicking her forehead. “And they’re probably staring at you. They probably got tired of seeing me.”

“Ha, yeah right,” Ari snorted, shaking her head, waving at the two men who looked your way while Iseul led them towards her desk. They waved back. “You see?”

“Hence, they were staring at you,” you chuckled and she grabbed your hand, waving it. They both smiled at the way your friend waved for you and they waved back in synch. “That was just a coincidence.”

“Coincidence my ass,” Ari scoffed. “Listen, you can be loved, too, so if those two wanna get at you, at least flirt back.”

“I literally can’t without stuttering and just standing there like an idiot,” you raised your eyebrows at her like as if reminding her.

“Guys dig that so do that.”

“Oh, God… what did I get myself into?”

Once - Mingi x Reader (NSFW)

Summary: After accidentally sending a naked photo of yourself to your roommate Mingi, things take a turn.

Genre and warnings: roommates to lovers. smut. fem pronouns for reader. size kink. dirty talk. oral sex. unprotected sex. one shot.

Word count: 4,052.

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this fic is not meant to represent mingi in any way, shape or form.

           The embarrassment began around seven in the evening. Maybe you had been too hasty, maybe too worked up to realize you were sending the photo to the wrong person. Whatever the reason, you hadn’t even noticed that the risqué photo wasn’t sent to the correct person but instead to your roommate, Mingi.

           It is around 7:15 when your sexual frustration got the better of you, wondering why the hell it is taking so long for the other person to reply. Your phone happens to buzz as you snatch it up, only for your disappointment to hit when you see it is from Mingi. Regardless, you open the text – and then your heart plummets as far down as possible when you realize your mistake.

           “Going to assume this isn’t for me? 😅😅😅”

           “Oh, fuck my life.” You mumble, staring at your phone.

           You have been roommates with Mingi for about six months now. After your last roommate abruptly left, you didn’t have time to be picky about who moved in. Mingi seemed nice enough when first meeting him – awkward, a bit dorky, extremely shy. He kept things tidy and didn’t annoy you which is as much as you could ask for from a roommate. The last thing you wanted to do was fuck things up…and sending a topless photo of yourself is exactly how to do so.

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