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summary; android!jk is jealous of your new vibrator pairing; android!jk x reader (f) genre/warnings; domestic!au, robot!au, scifi!au, (solo) smut, angst, jungkook is mainly a housekeeping android, voyeurism, jk is a peeping tom lol, fem masturbation, use of a vibrator, kook is rather innocent and overprotective and soft, confused feelings, jk learns the meaning of angst, cliffhanger ending *eyes emoji* w/c; 2.1k a/n; it’s definitely been a hot minute! working on myself and working on longer fics that have been trapped in word doc hell for a year or two. this is unedited, back when i was on a dystopia kick and watched a lot of robot movies lol. take care and i hope you have a wonderful week! 

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Sweet Blood - Part V

PolyDemon!TaeKook x OccultStudent!Reader (f)

Word Count: 2.4k

Genre: Demon!AU, slight fluff and some suggestive content. 

Warnings: Light dirty talk, some allusion to sexual activity. JK is very horny lmao.

Summary: You thought demons were supposed to hide under your bed, not cuddle inside of your fluffy pink blankets with you.

Notes: Well, things are starting to get interesting 😊

Masterlist found here! ❤️

Tags: @parkdatjimin @jookiemonie @sevenpersona

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“Well, all of the stuff in this book is total bullshit.” Glacing up from where you’ve buried your nose into a book, you notice Jungkook looking borderline pissed off while Taehyung kind of scoffs. You can’t blame at all at this point, the research you’ve done so far has been tedious and kind of dumb.

“Hm, the same with mine. I have never in my demonic life eaten anyone’s bones for fun… Although, I suppose I could if I so pleased.” Taehyung grins at you from across the table, pearly white teeth glinting from the shine of the dim light. Unimpressed, you blink at him slowly before going back to your book titled ‘Demons: Why they suck’. A quite fascinating read you think. Jungkook bristles beside you again before slapping his own book onto the table with a huff.

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STAR OF THE SHOW ✰ OT7 x FEM!READER

— summary: Y/N L/N, known as the international pop princess. known for stealing hearts, what’ll happen when she steals a group of them, all at once? let alone her best friends’ at that?

or: what challenges will BTS face when they realize they all collectively have feelings for their best friend?

— genre: social media au, poly relationship

— themes throughout story: fluff, crack, angst, smut (chapters will be tagged properly)

— start date: 12/12

— updates: atleast once a day, will announce otherwise!

— taglist: open ,, please send an ask to be added

— an: ahh i love smau’s so i’m giving this a try! yn’s character profile + another oc will be next post! i’m gonna explain how yn and bts became besties lolz

likes & reblogs are appreciated 💕

[000]: YN & ACE PROFILES

[001]: JOHNNY SUH

permission to pleasure (m) | ot7 oneshots | knj

⇥· permission to pleasure | knj | s x r | <1.0k | ao3

⇥· ft. idol!kim namjoon x reader

⇥· themes. pwp, daddy/muscle kink, dirty talk

⇥· warnings. unprotected sex

⇥· synopsis: scenarios where you pleasure each BTS member right after the final Permission to Dance concert in LA.

⇥· chapters. knj | ksj | myg | jhs | pjm | kth | jjk

⇥· notes: i’m back! + completely blown away by the PTD LA shows, and needed to get the horniness out somehow lmao. short little oneshots for each member will come through the rest of the year in fanchant order + i’ll add tags as i go – so pls subscribe, kudo + like! it keeps me motivated. enjoy!

⇥· tags: @aretha170​ (taglist signup)​

“You pullin’ up?” Namjoon asks expectantly, two pumps of cologne spritzing from the bottle in his hand to land softly on his neck. He hangs up the phone in his hand as he hears a light knock on the door in front of him.

It’s you.

“You know you’re my number one girl every time I come to LA, right?” Game like this from men like this normally turns you off, but the charm falling from the deep voice and thick lips of Kim Namjoon made your core instantly clench. Never in a million years did you think sitting front row at a concert would get you under Namjoon’s sheets (okay, you did, maybe), but the reality of the situation never quite set in your mind.

In fact, being face-to-face with Namjoon — his massive cock buried deep inside of you — isn’t something you ever planned to process. Ever. It never felt real; only like the hottest wet dream you’d ever awoken from.

“Mmm, you’re so damn beefy now,” A light purr travels the length of your throat while you run your hands — now rendered tiny — against the thick grooves of his newly muscular arms. “All the better to fuck you with, baby.” He lifts you up and presses you against the wall in one fell swoop, the surprise in your expression making him chuckle deep in his throat.

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BTS X THE FACT Special Edition

Bily Jk: what does sthu mean

Bily hobi: shut the hell up

Bily jk: damn bro all i did was ask a question 💔

BILY tae who went to college unlike jk or hobi but as never paid attention to anything sports related: do you actually have a brain cell? Or do you just pass it back and forth like a game of soccer?

Nox | KTH {M}

It has been centuries since the noble vampire Taehyung has allowed himself to want another. He had thought his emotions under control, his chilled heart far from susceptible to such human fallacies. Really–How many times has he borne witness to the lethal consequences of desire for a warm body, a soft kiss? But when he happens upon you, injured on the side of the road, bathed in the darkness of a long-settled evening… He finds himself unable to move on without at least ensuring your safety, all the while denying the fervent need budding in his damned soul.

pairing: taehyung x reader genre: romance, smut words: 10.5k contains: bram stoker dracula/vampire au, historical au, graphic sexual content, blood, violence, animal death, minor character death, taehyung is in a cravat, a fic from HIS pov!, did someone say sexual tension? a/n: this fic is part of a halloween collab with lovelies @underthejoon @kpopfanfictrash @suga-kookiemonster @jungkxook @junghelioseok @bratkook! i’ve been thinking about this concept for a long time & i’m grateful for the opportunity to see it come to life! additional shoutout to @propinqxity​, who is always saving me when i need it most 🌹

Count Taehyung despised extended journeys.

He found all aspects about them nauseating. The endless shifts of the carriage’s large wheels on uneven ground that jostled the seats. The dashes of bright, scalding light that somehow always slipped their way through the dark curtains, even when he drew them firmly shut. Most of all, he hated being away from his manor. A place where everything was to be expected. Expected, familiar, and safe.

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15, 49 smut jaehyun; established relationship + jaehyun shooping with s/o for lingerie and then they end up doing it in the fitting room <3

💌 GELA’S 600 FOLLOWERS SPECIAL !

Genre/Category: smut

Pairing: jealous bf!jaehyun x reader

Word Count: 340

Content Warnings: public sex, daddy kink, profanity

Gela says: 👀👀 👄 👀👀 ok but like .... the thought of .... the ..... getting railed ..... on a fitting room is .... very very risky ......

‼️ REQUESTS ARE CLOSED ‼️

What is something you love that Jaehyun hates? Shopping.

Jaehyun loves you very much, but every time you tell him ‘I’ll just check that dress there, give me 5 minutes’? He ends up waiting for an hour inside the store, sitting with men in a similar situation as him. But this time, it was different. He prefers to sit for an hour inside a normal clothing store and not in this kind of shop. You pulled him inside a famous store for intimates, he swore he has never seen such… revealing lingeries in his lifetime. I mean, who wears crotchless underwear and why does it exist?!

Aside from that, Jaehyun noticed the way the salesman would glance at you and he’s not happy with it.

You grabbed his hand and pulled him inside the small room. What the fuck is this place? Jaehyun thought after noticing that the only thing that covers small space was a curtain. Jaehyun couldn't help but lick his lips as he watched you try on the lingerie you brought, giving his opinion every now and then. But Jaehyun was growing impatient, his dick was growing hard as well.

“Did you pull me here to have sex?” He asked, running his finger on your wet slit. “Did you, princess?”

“Shut up and pin me down.”

Jaehyun lets out a breathy chuckle, his tongue poking against his cheek. “Wow- you’ve got a little bit of attitude huh? That’s not how you normally answer daddy.” He whispered against your ear, “Putting a show for me and that fucking salesman outside.”

He unbuckles his pants, letting them pool on his ankles and what a lucky coinky-dink! You happen to be wearing the crotchless one. Makes the job for him much, much easier. He wrapped your other leg on his hip, pinning your body against the wall as he entered you. The adrenaline was exciting him.

“Louder, I want them to hear you.” He said, thrusting deeper. “Want to let that fucking salesman know whom you’re buying those underwear for.”

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Day 30: Hate Sex

Genre: smut Words: 633 Prompt: roommate Haechan x female reader

Warnings: masturbation (f)

A/N: Aaaand this concludes kinktober for me since day 31 on my list is either combo or free day and BOY I am craving that free day by now! Thank you to everyone who has read all this madness the past 30 (28) days and has left encouraging and nice comments either in reblogs or who sent a message! Thank you so much, I hope you had fun in this month of filth! I'll post the masterlist tomorrow! (hopefully)

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“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you moaned, pumping your fingers inside you faster, you were so close, you could almost taste your orgasm. “Come on, please,” you begged no one in particular, arching your hips high off of the bed until you had the perfect angle that made your thighs shake as you fucked yourself hard. Moaning unashamedly loud since you were alone in your shared apartment, you slipped your fingers from your core to quickly rub at your clit, the slide smooth from how wet your fingers were.

“Hey, I’m ba- oh.” Donghyuck - your annoying roommate - crashed into your room, no care in the world for the noises he must have been able to hear from outside. Screaming bloody murder as you scrambled to cover your half-naked form. “Do you have any understanding of privacy?” You hissed, pulling your sheets tightly around your body. “Nothing I haven’t seen before, no need to act like a virgin in distress,” he rolled his eyes, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he leaned against the doorframe. “I was busy though, can you leave?” “You looked like you needed some help though,” Donghyuck grinned, “And since I am incredibly noble, I’d selflessly offer my help.” “Your help,” you deadpanned. “My help,” he repeated.

“Leave, Donghyuck,” you gritted out. “You’re missing out, princess,” he sighed dramatically, before he shamelessly palmed himself over his sweats, stroking along the length of his cock. Gulping, you watched the imprint of his cock become more and more visible. “Last chance, princess,” he sighed. “God, I hate you, Donghyuck,” you groaned but threw your blanket away, exposing your still wet core to your roommate’s prying eyes.

Grinning, he closed the door before stepping out of his sweats, to expose his cock in all its glory: Curving up against his stomach and the bulbous tip a dark blushed color. “Get ready to have your world rocked,” he promised as he knelt between your spread thighs. “Don't count your chickens before they hatch,” you rolled your eyes but bit your lip nonetheless when he ripped open a condom he had produced from god knows where to roll it over his cock. “You sure you can take me?” He teased, dragging the head of his cock through your wet folds. “I have toys bigger than your stupid cock, don’t exagger- oh fuck,” you cursed when he suddenly trust inside you, stretching you around his girth. “I’m sorry, what was that?” He grinned but he also wasn’t as unaffected as he wanted to seem, his voice just slightly more breathy than before.

“I said I could just get one of my toys to get the job done,” you hissed. “But can your toys do this?” At that, he snapped his hips harshly, pulling moans from both of your lips. “Or this?” Now he filthily ground his dick deep inside you, making you feel him deep in your guts. “Stop boasting and fuck me,” you whined, throwing your head back against the pillows as you wrapped your legs around him to press him closer to you.

“So bossy,” he grinned while he started to snap his hips in short but strong motions, “How do you feel about kissing?” “Don’t get your lips on me,” you moaned. “Oh, I’ll get you to beg for it,” he groaned, busying his mouth with sucking marks into your skin instead of kissing you. “Fuck, Dongyhuck,” you mewled, digging your nails into his back to hear him hiss. “Does that feel good?” He laughed hoarsely. “Less talking, more fucking,” you demanded.

“Oh, you’re gonna regret saying that,” Donghyuck growled darkly, swiftly unwrapping your legs from around his waist to all but fold you in half to drive his cock even deeper inside you, having you mewl and moan in pleasure.

Writer's Guide: Writing about Alcoholic Drinks and Cocktails

Or how to write believable bar and nightclub scenes. I often find myself helping friends with their WIPs and often it as a bartender, I find myself having to correct them on bar and mixology terminology. So here's my quick guide to keeping your lingo on the straight and narrow.

Terminology

DASH/SPLASH: a drop of a mixer such as juice or flavouring.

MIXER: non alcholic beveraged served with the measure of alcohol in the same glass.

NEAT: Plain, without any addition of ice or a mixture. Just the alcohol.

ON THE ROCKS: Served over Ice.

STRAIGHT UP: The cocktail is chilled with ice and strained into a glass with no ice

DIRTY – if somebody asks for a dirty martini, you add olive juice, the more juice the dirtier it is

DRY- A dry martini includes a drop of vermouth and an extra dry martini contains a drop of scotch swirled in the glass and drained before adding the gin

BACK – a ‘back’ is a drink that accompanies an alcholic beverage such as water or Coke, but isn't mixed.

GARNISH – something added to a drink such as a lime or lemon or orange.

TWIST - a twist is literally a twist of fruit skin in the drink.

BITTERS – a herbal alcoholic blend added to cocktails.

RIMMED - the glass is coated in salt or sugar to enhance the taste.

VIRGIN- non alcoholic

MOCKTAIL- a virgin cocktail

DOUBLE - Two measures of the same alcohol in the same glass. A bartender can only legally serve a double in the same glass. They cannot serve you a triple.

Equipment

COCKTAIL SHAKER - it is a metal cup that fits into a glass, used to shake the components of your drink together with ice to chill it.

STRAINER- used to seperate ice in the shaker from the liquid within as you pour it into the glass.

MEASURES- these are little metal cylinders meant to measure out the pours of the alcohol. You pour the alcohol from the bottle into the measure and then put it into the glass. It's imperative that the right measure goes into the glass or the drink will taste of shit.

BAR SPOON – a long spoon meant to mix the drink.

OPTIC- it is a mechanism that attaches a bottle to an automatic pourer. The bartender usually fits the glass under the spout and pushes up to release the amount which cuts off at the single measure.

SHOT GLASS- a shot glass is a small glass to contain one measure

PINT GLASS- a glass used for serving pints of lager or ale

HALF PINT GLASS - a tulip shaped glass half the measure of a pint glass

SPEEDWELL/TAPS/DRAFT: are the taps used to pour beer from kegs stored under the bar floor.

SLIM JIM/HIGH BALL GLASS- It is a tall straight holding 8 to 12 ounces and used for cocktails served on the rocks such as a Gin and Tonic.

ROCKS GLASS - or an old fashioned glass, it is short and round. These glasses are used for drinks such as Old Fashioneds or Sazerac

COUPE GLASS- Are broad round stemmed glasses used for cocktails that are chill and served without ice such as a Manhattan, Boulevardier or a Gimlet

MARTINI GLASS - a martini glass is that classic stemmed "v" shaped glass, used to serve drinks without mixers such as Martini and Cosmopolitans

MARGARITA GLASS - is a large, round bowl like glass with a broad and a tall stem used for Margaritas and Daiquiris

HURRICANE GLASS- a tall tulip-like shaped glass with a flared rim and short stem. It holds 20 ounces which means it is the perfect glass to serve iced cocktails in such as Pina Colada, Singapore Sling, Hurricane

Alcoholic Drinks

Vodka- Vodka is made from potatoes or fermented cereal grains. It has a strong taste and scent. It is usually consumed neat with a mixer such as Coke or Orange juice or cranberry juice or in cocktails like Martini, Bloody Mary and Cosmopolitan.

Whisky/Whiskey- Whiskey is a distilled alcoholic beverage, made from fermented grain mash such as barley, corn, rye, and wheat. It gets its flavour form being fermented in casks for long period of time. When serving a whiskey, one asks whether they want ice or a mixer. Everyone has their own preference. I prefer mine like myself, strong and Irish. Scotch is Scottish Brewed whisky.

Rum- Rum is made by fermenting and distilling sugarcane molasses/juice. It is aged in oak barrels. It has a sweet taste.

Beer: is made out of cereal grains and served chilled in bottles or pulled from taps/speedwells.

Ale: Ale in the middle ages referred to beer brewed without hops (a kind of flowering plant that gives beer its bitter taste). It is sweeter and would typically have a fruity aftertaste.

Stout- is a darker beer sometimes brewed from roasted malt, coming in a sweet version and dry version, the most famous stout being Guinness.

Poitín- (pronounced as pot-cheen) is made from cereals, grain, whey, sugar beet, molasses and potatoes. It is a Dangerous Drink (honestly i still don't know how I ended up in that field with a traffic cone and a Shetland pony) and technically illegal. Country folk in Ireland used to brew it in secrets in stills hidden on their land.

Vermouth: Is made from infused with roots, barks, flowers, seeds, herbs, spices, brandy but vermouth is classed aromatized wine. It comes sweet or dry

Gin- is made from juniper, coriander, citrus peel, cinnamon, almond or liquorice and grain alcohol. Gin has a strong scent and taste and is usually served in a martini or a tonic water.

Schnapps- refers to any strong, clear alcoholic beverage. It is considered one of the best types of spirits because of its pure and delicate aroma. Lesson: never drink peach schnapps.

Cocktails and Drinks

Irish Coffee: an Irish coffee is adding whiskey to coffee and sugar and topping it with cream. As a bartender, I would honestly rather cut my arm off than make one of these.

Baby Guinness: Is a shot made by pouting Tia Maria or Kaluah into a shot glass and spreading Baileys on the top so it looks like a small pint of Guinness.

Silver Bullet: a shot of mixed tequila and sambuca.

Long Island Iced Tea:  The Long Island contains vodka, gin, tequila, light rum, lemon juice, triple sec and cola. It has a real kick.

Mai Tai: is made with light and dark rum, lime juice, orange curacao, orgeat syrup and rock candy syrup and served with a mint garnish.

Manhattan: The Manhattan is made with rye whiskey, sweet vermouth and bitters.

Margarita: The margarita is made with tequila, cointreau and lime juice.

Mojito: a mojito is made with muddled mint, white rum, lime juice, simple syrup and soda.

Martini: a martini is made of gin, dry vermouth and garnished with a lemon twist or olives.

Mimosa: a mimosa is a made with sparkling wine and orange juice.

Mint Julep: Made with Kentucky bourbon, simple syrup, mint leaves and crushed ice

Pina Colada: is made with white rum, dark rum, pineapple juice and coconut cream

Screwdriver: Vodka and Orange juice

Tequila Sunrise: tequila, orange juice and grenadine

Tom Collins: made with spiked lemonade, sparkling water, lemon juice, simple syrup and gin

Whiskey Sour: is made with powdered sugar, seltzer, lemon juice and whiskey.

White Russian: made with vodka, coffee liqueur and cream.

Black Russian: made with two parts coffee liqueur and five parts vodka.

Gin and Tonic: gin served with tonic water

Bloody Mary: made with vodka and tomato juice mixed with lemon juice, hot sauce, Worcestershire sauce, horseradish, fresh herbs, brown sugar and cracked black pepper.

Brandy Alexander: served straight up and made with brandy, cognac, creme de cacao and cream

Cosmopolitan: Made with citrus vodka, Cointreau, cranberry juice and fresh lime juice

Daiquiri: made with rum, lime juice and sugar.

Gimlet: gin and lime juice

My Top 10 Bartending Rules and Responsibilities

Overpouring is never an option. You can seriously hurt somebody by overpouring, not to mention spoil the drink and ruin your sales. You only serve people what they ask and never more.

When somebody has had enough, you stop serving them. After a while, you know when to cut somebody off.

Never leave bottles on the counter or in reach of customers. Your expensive spirits should never be in reach of anybody but you.

If you tell somebody your selling them premium and top shelf alcohol, you cannot substitute with cheaper licqor. It's illegal.

As a bartender, your eyes always have to be scanning a crowd. You can't leave people hanging.

The golden rule - if you see somebody messing with someone's drink, you chuck it if you can or warn the person. And you get that son of a bitch out of your pub.

50% of the job is cleaning. You have to clean your tools constantly. You cannot reuse measures and spouts, you have to wash everything. Beer traps are clean out every night, rubber mats are washed and anything you have used has to be clean.

You have to hand dry your glasses. You never polish a pint glass as it fucks up the pint. You polish your cocktail glasses, shot glasses and straight glasses.

If someone seems down or on their own, you try make conversation. Often you'll hear some disturbing stuff but always try lend an ear or make everyone feel included.

If you break a glass in the ice bucket, you got to get rid of the ice.

...he is just so endearing and fluffy 🥺 | Yoongi x Inside 'My Universe' Documentary

jungoo and his cute halloween headband 🥺

coldplay x bts – my universe documentary

get to know me meme | bts edition

bias wreckers (5/5) ♡ yoongi

KEY – Bad Love (2021)

Bruce Lee ❌

Taeyong Lee ✔️

The cutest prettiest tavern employee ♡ Honeymoon Tavern EP04.

*gasps*

I think the best compliment you can ever receive is someone telling you that they feel comfortable in your presence. you know how rare that is? you know how that feels?

The Lily Of Bangtan | Kim Namjoon

[ pairing ] rm × you (fem!reader)

Three: Kim Namjoon, Baek Nari And The Engagement Party

[ series ] [ matters of the heart in the mafia series ] this story is a part of the matters of the heart in the mafia series.

[ previous ] [ masterlist ] [ next ]

[ genre ] mafia au × arranged marriage au × bestfriend's brother au × strangers to lovers au

[ rating ] mature-rated

[ warning ] a wannabe steamy kiss scene. jealousy flared by insecurity. drinking. talking about death and deceased loved ones. swear words. calling others rude names.

[ author's forenote ] your name is baek nari. i've changed the name of the installments because I realised that having it named as series name: part one, part two and the like is a little lazy and counter-productive on my part and i've changed the names for all of the other installments too. I've listed the series masterlist above.

Three: Kim Namjoon, Baek Nari And The Engagement Party

[ chapter summary ] the engagement party and the preparations for the event itself.

"What do you think, Na?"

Madam Kim asks you as you examine yourself in the huge mirror set infront of you. You were in a showroom boutique, shopping for your engagement gown.

"It's a little too—" The older lady looked at you expectantly, "much." You finish, not knowing how to say the dress was flashy and not at all your style without hurting her feelings. The dress that you were wearing was her choice. It looked gorgeous when it was on the rack but when you wore it, you just seemed to have ruined it.

"Okay, what do you like and don't like about it?" The sales assistant who had been appointed to help you, pries, "Do you like the color?"

"Yes, I like the color..." You take a breath, "But I don't like anything else."

"Do you have a specific style in mind?"

"I do, but I'm not sure if it's.. appropriate for—" You say, shooting a glance at the lady standing behind you, listening closely.

"Oh honey, you are the Don's daughter-in-law," She assures you, giving a light chuckle, "If you want it, it's appropriate," She shrugs, "Now tell us, what were you thinking?"

"Jangmi and I were talking last night," You start, smiling a little when Madam Kim rolls her eyes playfully. You and your best friend had spent the better part of yesterday and night looking at your options for a dress and you had some ideas.

"I was thinking something a little sexier," You say, elaborating your ideas, "You know, maybe a thigh slit or a little more cleavage, or a figure hugging gown?" The sales assistant smiled, listening attentively as you described further about the kinds of dressed you've liked in the past and what you were comfortable wearing. When you finished, she grinned.

"I think I know the perfect dress for you," She said and rushed away to get you the dress. She drags out a filled rack of clothes to you, grinning excitedly. "These are your options," She gestured to the rack, "You can take a look and see what you like," She says, "But, I personally think this is what you are looking for."

She pulls out a gorgeous gown with intricate detailing all over the bodice and skirt. Madam Kim lets out a tiny gasp at the beautiful piece of clothing and looks at you to watch your reaction. The gown was probably one of the more dramatic and fancier kinds of dresses you've seen.

"Can I try it on?" You ask tracing the material with your hand. The sales assistant nodded excitedly and quickly dragged you to change into the dress.

The fitting was expectedly little off, you might need to fix it to fit you right but the color looked beautiful against your skin. There was a thigh high slit and with the right fitting, the bodice would cinch in and the skirt would to show off your curves and your shoulders would be on display for the on-lookers. There was an overskirt which mimicked a ball-gown look and it only added to the gown's grandeur.

It was a beautiful gown nevertheless, extravagant and subtly sexy.

"You look heavenly, dear." Madam Kim said in awe, "Namu's lucky to have you as his wife."

You smile shyly, "Thank you,"

"We'll take this one," Madam Kim tells the excited staff, "Have it ready by next week and we'll send someone over to pick it up."

"Yes, ma'am." She nods, "Would you like to look at the shoes we have?"

After getting your measurements taken and buying a few pairs of shoes to match your dress and a few other things, you and Madam Kim were out of the place.

"Where do you want to have lunch, sweetheart?" Madam Kim asks, when you are finally in the car with your purchases, "Is there something you are craving?"

"There's a fusion place that serves amazing food," You say, starting the car. You had requested to not get chauffered on your shopping trip. You had picked her up in the morning and had driven her around the city. "Would you like to go there, ommo-nim?"

"Fusion place?"

"Yeah," You nod, driving out of the parking lot, ignoring the cars that followed you. You had specifically requested to not get chauffered, not without bodyguards, so you really did get what you asked for. "The chef trained in traditional Korean cuisine and now he serves them with a more modern, more western take. I enjoyed the food last time I ate there."

"Do you eat there often?" She enquires and you indulge her in the conversation.

"Not very often," You shake your head, "We take our foreign clients there. If they are adventurous, they enjoy more traditional flavours and if they are picky, something there usually satisfies them."

Madam Kim nods in understanding, "Have Namu and you been talking?" She asks, taking a glance at you, "I know you haven't really met again after the dinner, but I hope he atleast has your number and that you are talking and getting to know—"

You keep quiet, your mind wondering at the last encounter you had with him; him pushing you against a wall, talking nonchalantly about taking you against it, his kisses and his ridiculous deep voice.

Even days after the incident, it still flared a sort of thirst within you. You had let your mind and hands wander away that night and let shame take over the next morning, but the thirst hadn't vanished, merely subsided for a short while.

Madam Kim takes your silence as a no, and clicks her tongue in disappointment. "He hasn't, has he?" She sighed, "I don't get what is wrong with him?" She shakes her head, "I hope he is not hurting you with his actions, sweetheart. He's just a shy boy," You give a understanding nod, though you disagreed with what she was saying. The man wasn't shy, not in the least. Your last interaction was evidence to that. He was just an asshole who wants to make sure you know what you are signing up for.

"Please take care of him, Nari. I know he isn't a prince charming and his actions aren't exactly swoonworthy, but he's not a bad man." Madam Kim tells you sincerely, "A little slow in the matters of heart, but he knows what's expected of him and he will try his best to be the best husband for you—"

"I understand, ommo-nim." You smile tightly, "I will try to be a good wife for him too." You cut her off, as politely as you could, masking it with sincerity.

You didn't want to have the conversation of him being a good husband to you. Being a husband was duty to him and you didn't want him to be duty bound to you. You wanted him to do things for you, care for you, be with you because he loved you or atleast because he felt something for you in his cold heart.

Madam Kim smiled at your words, but stayed silent from then on till you reached the restaurant. You wondered if she picked up on your discomfort at the subject or if she just felt heard and had gotten busy with her own thoughts. You had reached your destination, gotten a table at the open terrace that overlooked the city and had ordered for the food. It was then, Madam Kim picked up the conversation again.

"I get scared sometimes you know," She said, making you perk up curiously. What could possibly scare Madam Kim, the strongest woman you know? "What will happen if we died suddenly? Joonhyung and I?" You blink confused at the sudden remark.

"Ommo-nim, I think you are worrying for no reason!" You laugh lightly, trying to ease the air. "I'm sure the two of will live a long, healthy and lively life!"

"You can't be so sure about that, Nari-yah," She pats your cheek, "You never know with life and death, and with the kind of life we live, it wouldn't be a surprise if we are killed." She laughs, almost carelessly and cheerfully. You wonder if the carelessness was something she had grown accustomed to.

Living in constant fear for your and your loved ones' lives must do something to you.

She had been married into Bangtan against her wish, decades ago from a perfectly law-abiding, poor family. Her family had a run-in with Bangtan and had been blackmailed into helping them commit crimes. Madam Kim, a then twenty year old had put up a fight and ultimately led to the goons getting captured by the police.

The goons were out within hours though, but the former Don found out about her and was impressed with her courage and skills in being able to put his son and his other men behind bars, in a country where the police were basically Bangtan's uniformed goons.

He asked for her hand in marriage to his son and her parents accepted, because they had no choice. Madam and Don hated each other in the beginning apparently, so much that they didn't cosummate their marriage on the wedding night. It was blasphemy at that time and it had caused a whole issue for them.

Not many knew the intricate details of their early years of marriage but you knew the first few years were very hostile. Your father said if anyone saw them then, they'd never dream that they'd be this happy, in love and with two kids years down the line. They never pretended to even tolerate each other, until the Don brought home a new born baby girl, Saera.

The new born had apparently marked a new start or change in their relationship, while they didn't have their own child yet, the Don had basically adopted the newborn when he picked her up. The newborn had brought them closer as a couple and eventually led to them falling in love, as hopelessly as they are now. They had Namjoon and Jangmi later of course, but Saera was their first child.

The Don and Madam's love story was something that's often told and repeated to all the young girls of Bangtan, so that they expect a mafia prince that's chosen by the Don, to come and swoop them off their feet.

It was a fantasy of course, not everyone was lucky. You would be one of the unlucky ones. But it served it's purpose well. It gave young women hope in the culture of arranged marriages, in the beautiful lie that everyone found love and in the sand-grain sized chance that you will find love in your partner even in the deepest ocean of hatred you held for them.

"Bangtan will go on of course," She chuckles, "All of us could die and yet, Bangtan would remain strong. Everyone would be fine too.. but what about our kids?" You stayed quiet, knowing she had more to say. "Who will look after Kook-ie? Will he return to the dark place he was in when he lost his parents? How will Jimin and Tae feel about being orphaned again?" She continued, her eyes looking far away at the cityline. "Will Hoseok choose violence to remedy his sorrow? Will Yoongi grow more quiet and far apart from the others? Will Namu cry and wreck everything nice in his life? Will Jin be strong enough to hold everything together? Who will look after my darling Jangmi?" She laughs lightly, exhaling loudly. "Saera will do fine, I think." She looks at you, eyes glassy. "Can you believe it, my most clingy child who refused to let go of my skirt for years into her teens is the one who barely needs me now.."

"Ommo-nim, you know that's not how it is." You try to console her.

But it didn't seem like Madam Kim was listening. "Saera doesn't need me when I'm alive, forget after my death."

"Unnie loves you and Abeo-ji." You state firmly. You knew she did, just as much she was by them. "She's just.. angry and... hurt. Not only at you, but at everything. Life hasn't been fair to her and she's just trying to navigate through it quietly."

"I know she's hurt and angry at the world and I hope she's angry at us too.. We failed her," Madam Kim replies, "Not only as parents but as the Don and Madam."

"Ommo-nim, it's not your fault." You are firm as you hold her hand across the table. "You couldn't have stopped him. We know Youngho oppa was headstrong and he did what he did because he was a selfless man who loved his friend. It wasn't your fault."

Madam Kim was looking away now, eyes filled with guilt and shame. Everyone could tell her a million times that what happened wasn't their fault, it was the way of life for Bangtan and Youngho was happy doing what he did, but it didn't change the fact one careless decision on their part had ruined a young woman and her child's life.

"The food's here," Madam Kim clears her throat, discreetly pulling out a handkerchief to wipe her tears and smile brightly at you. The food and a coversation diversion had been served. "It looks delicious, Nari-yah. Tell me, which is your favourite?"

The engagement party was at a city's Grand Hyatt hotel, one of the nation's most expensive venues. You had arrived at the venue early morning to get ready because you had to outshine the luxurious decorations and at the same time, not look like a christmas tree.

You had arrived with your family and had settled into your suite for the day. You had spent your time till the glam team arrived, eating your stress away and watching reruns of running man and taking full advantage of the exquisite jacuzzi situation your suite had.

Once they arrived though, everything was a haze.

There were atleast three people working on your hair and make-up, two working on your nails, two fixing your engagement dress, taking care of your shoes, jewelry and a photographer in the back who was trying to make everything look as gorgeous as possible for a frame.

When your mother-in-law arrived to your suite, you were more or less done for the day. Your make-up was flawlessly done, your hair perfectly curled and set to show off your uncovered shoulders.

"What do you think, Nari-ssi?" Haera, the make-up artist asked, watching you inspect your look in the hand-held mirror.

"You did a fantastic job, Haera-ssi." You smile at her in appreciation. "I would've never thought I could possibly look this pretty."

"Make-up only accentuates what's already there, young miss." She says good-naturedly, "But, I'll take the compliment."

"Shall we get you into the dress?" Sungah asks and you nod, it was about time. You had been stuck to this chair for hours now. You stood up, dropped the robe you were wearing and put on the dress with help from them.

The dress fit you like a glove, the times of the seamstress coming to you to get the fit right finally worth it. With the proper fitting, you really couldn't ignore how stunning you actually looked.

There was none of your softness pudging out, instead all settling into pretty curves. The thigh-slit showing off your freshly-waxed, smooth leg and the bodice cinching and skirt flaring to make you feel as gorgeous as you looked.

"Omo! Did an angel come to visit us today?" You hear the giddy voice of Madam Kim and you turn to her and blush shyly, not being able to stop yourself from giggling.

"What do you think ommo-nim?" You ask, twirling around in your spot, the overskirt train following you.

"An angel for sure!" She laughed, hugging you. "You look so beautiful, sweetheart!" You giggle out a thank you, "Where's Sook?" She asked, looking around for your mother.

You wanted to be honest and say that you didn't know and that you didn't care where she went as long as she didn't disturb you but refrained for the sake of putting up a front, "She's probably with Appa or out socializing, ommo-nim. Both of us are in our high spirits and it gets exhausting, so she must be out somewhere relaxing."

"Oh I understand, sweetie," She shakes her head sympathetically, "Marriages and everything related to it is always stressful. I wish I could run away from all weddings and it's aftermath I'm supposed to handle too."

In Bangtan, the marriages were handled by the Don and Madam. The Don began the process by announcing and getting the couple engaged and from there it's all Madam's job —the wedding preparations, the bride and everything after the wedding till the couple's death. Their well-being as a couple was the Madam's responsibility, making sure that they are happy, making sure that the women are not abused, their kids are well looked after and all.

"But I'm not here to vent," She gives a mischievous look, "I'm here to deliver something." You look at her curiously. She opens up the dark blue velvet box in her hands. The box held a beautiful diamond necklace, with matching earrings and a bracelet to complete the set.

"What do you think?" She asks, ignoring the gasps and mutters of appreciation from the others in the room.

"It's gorgeous, ommo-nim." You say and she smiles proudly.

"I'm glad you like it," She grins teasingly, "—and I think it'll look even more gorgeous if you wear it."

Your engagement party was simultaneously the most boring and eventful party for you in a long time.

The party started officially with your families joining the guests in the party hall. You walked in with your father, arms linked with his and a bright, happy smile plastered over your face. You greeted a few familiar faces, your uncles, aunts and a few cousins.

You were escorted straight to the Kims who were at the center of the party, surrounded by the Elites and Jang Yeojin, Jin's wife. All of them looking particularly good, but your eyes still managed to stay stuck to Namjoon.

It was a black-tie event, so you were expecting his suit to make an appearance but what you didn't expect was him to look as good as he did. The dark suit made him look so much more authoritative and intimidating. His hair is slicked back and his sharp eyes roaming over your body hotly.

There's a part of you that revels in the lustful way his eyes are eating you up but the larger part of you that's not used to blatant attention from a made-man is flustered, making you blush which brings a smirk to his face.

You talk to the others present, pointedly ignoring him and his teasing smile. The Elites congratulate you and compliment you, giggling and cackling like five-year olds over an inside joke you didn't understand, but you knew whatever it was, it was directed at Namjoon. He only rolled his eyes at them.

How they were Bangtan's most capable and scariest was beyond you sometimes.

"The necklace is pretty, noona." Jungkook smirks, looking exaggeratedly interested in the jewelry.

"Thank.. you, Kook." You huff out a little laugh, "I didn't think I'd be getting compliments from you over jewelry." You tilt your head, "Are you interested in jewelry all of a sudden?"

"Diamonds, noona." He smiles wider, a cheeky lilt to his voice. "I'm really into diamonds these days." The Elites snickered around you and Namjoon ignored them pointedly. Yeojin grinned and you wondered if she understood —she didn't, no one understands Elites' inside jokes but themselves and you just stayed quiet, wondering what they were finding so funny in diamond jewelry.

You knew there was more to it. There was more to whatever conversation all of you were having, but you weren't included in on the secret. You wanted to investigate but Hoseok was standing away from you and you knew you couldn't bully the answer out of them if they were all together.

You stayed silent instead, carefully watching and listening to whatever they were saying and engaging them in their jokes and mafia gossip. Your scrutiny was cut short when it was announced it was time for the ring ceremony.

It took them minutes to get you and Namjoon at the center of the attention, with your parents by you. Jimin had grabbed the mic and was hosting the event, guiding and announcing what was happening.

You don't remember what exactly he was saying, except that he was funny and you giggled endlessly at his little jokes and finally, when you were out of breath and happy, he announced it was time to for the ring ceremony.

In a matter of seconds, the spotlight was shined on the two of you.

Your heart pounds then, standing infront of the Namjoon. You take a deep breath, holding it in as you raise your hand, palm-side down to him. You notice how his large, warm hands dwarfs yours, as he held them delicately, slipping a ring on your ring finger, treating your hand in the most soft way possible.

A round of loud applause and cheers broke out, startling you slightly. You smile, exhaling the breath you held. It was done, now you were half-married to Kim Namjoon. You gaze up at Namjoon, who smiles sweetly, dimples dom display and brings up your hand to his lips and presses a kiss over your knuckles.

You knew it was for a show, it was for the audience, it was for his parents and it was everything and for everyone but you. It was him playing a role, it was an act, it was not real but your traitor of a heart still fluttered and you blushed in betrayal.

You pulled yourself together, face still too red to act like nothing happened but you managed to thank and smile at everyone around as they congratulated you and Namjoon.

Many of the Bangtan's members came up to the two of you, congratulating and blessing you to have a happy marriage and of course, sons. If you were scowling at the words, you didn't show it. You smiled amicably, arms around Namjoon's arm.

When it looked like everyone had congratulated you, you were left to your own devices. Namjoon excuses himself and your female cousins hound you the minute he walks away. You sigh as you sit on the couch, giving your legs the much needed rest.

"My legs hurt," You pout to yourself, "When can I go home?"

"Not anytime soon," Yeri pats your shoulder sympathetically, "There's still a dance and dinner,"

"I'm tired," You sigh, craving a drink. "Can you get me a drink, Yeri?" The younger girl nods happily and goes away with another cousin of yours. You recline back on the couch a little unceremoniously, pout still visible on your face.

"My my, Nari," Jaein, your cousin giggles, looking at you with bright eyes. "RM can't take his eyes off you, can he?" She shoves her elbow up your arm teasingly. You roll your eyes, wincing.

"He's so smitten," She gushes looking over her shoulder to him, "What did you ever do to him?" She asks, "Share your secrets with us, oh great one."

You laugh and shrug, looking around to find yourself meeting gazes with the man. He was talking to someone, but his eyes wandered occasionally to you. You lock gazes but look away before you can stare. Yeri had come back with a flute of champagne for you. You thank her, taking a sip of the drink. You wanted something stronger but you weren't going to complain.

The conversation was lively amidst you as you talked about everything and everyone; people's hideous fashion sense and the obnoxious Bangtan members. You were so engrossed in the gossip that you didn't notice Namjoon coming up to your little group.

"Can I have my beautiful fiancé back?" Namjoon asks no one in particular, smiling.

A chorus of yes, of course was heard and your cousins ditched you, murmuring congratulations and byes. You roll your eyes at their squeaky tone and scared demeanor. They can barely have a conversation with this man and you are supposed to marry him and have his kids.

You scoot a little away to let him sit beside you. You wanted to be petty and take up the whole couch but you didn't want to do that in public where the whole of Bangtan was gawking at you two. He smiles, sitting unnecessarily close to you. His body is so close to yours that your shoulders and thighs are touching with how stretched out he is sitting.

You focus on your nearly empty drink, looking around to see if a staff was serving more. You feel awkward sitting next to him, without picking a fight or talking to him but you weren't in the mood to start a conversation. If he started it, maybe you'd indulge him but you weren't gonna rack your brain for a conversation starter.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" He asks, probably feeling suffocated by the awkwardness that was lingering in the air between you.

"If I ignore the fact that I'm getting married," You turn and smile at him, "—then, I'm having a splendid time."

It's almost comical how you can see his expression harden, from a happy, relaxed to a slightly miffed, irritated one. You knew you were being a jerk now, he only wanted to chat with you but you couldn't stop yourself from saying something snide. He's about to say something when Jihyo's voice is heard.

"Namjoon oppa," She drawls femininely, playing with her hair. You roll your eyes, the hatred you held for her physically impossible to contain. "Nari," She greets you, more as an afterthought.

"Jihyo," You don't even bother with a courteous nod.

"You look.. nice." She says, her smile fake as she looked at you, checking you out from head to toe.

"Thank you, Jihyo." You say, your tone sickly sweet, "You don't look that bad either."

Her expression changes for a second before she gathers herself with a smile and asks, "Has anyone asked you for a dance yet?" She asks, looking around for someone. She doesn't stop to listen to your reply, instead continues, "I'm so sorry that they haven't!" She pouts in fake pity, "I'm sure it's because Namjoon oppa's here and not because you are not worth it," You are this close to verbally ripping her apart when she turns her happy smile towards Namjoon and asks, "Can I have a dance? You can't dance with Nari, of course, so dance with me?"

You are so sure that Namjoon would say no, that he'd stick up for his fiancé, stick up for you but no, the jerk agrees and stalks away for a dance with Jihyo and you are left fuming.

Engagement parties aren't thrown for every Bangtan couple, only the high-profile ones get it and that too if and only if they requested for it. In your case, it was more a necessity than a request. With these engagement parties came a lot more Bangtan customs that were simply a headache. Like this one for example, the newly engaged couple couldn't dance with each other before getting married because it brought bad luck, but the two have to dance.

The first dance with any engaged couple is considered an honour, so you knew Jihyo snagging the next Don's first dance is a step-up in the competition you had going on against her. It was childish and stupid, but you had this rivalry going on for so long that it felt insulting to be the first one to let it go. She wasn't backing down, so why would you?

You couldn't show her up with anyone, even if you tried. Who as a dance partner could be more of a catch than the next Don himself? You are begrudgingly admitting your defeat and cursing Namjoon for accepting her offer. If only he hadn't accepted her offer and went to dance with any other girl in the party. It was also because you were his fiancé that no one has gathered up their courage to ask you for a dance.

It would've probably helped if you were nice to him before but you were a jerk and he was only repaying your behaviour by siding with your rival. You roll your eyes, maybe it's time to find Namjoon's rival and dance with him. You are busy plotting a murder or murders when you hear the Don.

"Nari-yah," You turn to him, masking a happy expression, "Can I have the honour of your first dance?"

"With you, Abeo-ji?"

The Don was smiling widely at you, while you gape at him. You knew the Don didn't dance with anyone but the Madam. It wasn't a rule but something he just stuck to. He started the dance with the Madam and she's the only one he ever danced with.

"Yes," He nods, extending an arm to you, "Don't you worry, I'm not a bad dancer and I promise I won't ruin your dress." You chuckle.

"The honour's mine, Abeo-ji," You smile, feeling grateful and taking his arm and walking to the center of the dance floor. The dance hadn't begun mainly because you weren't on stage yet.

Once the two of you were on the floor, with your respective partners, the music began. It was a soft, melodious piano composition and as you began to dance you had to admit you were having fun. The Don was a very good dancer, he wasn't swift and firm in his moves but more relaxed and gracious as he led you through the whole song.

When the song nearly ended, he smiled at you, "You don't have to worry about Jihyo, Nari-yah." You wince at being caught.

"Am I obvious?" You shoot him a guilty smile, "I don't like her." You don't bother hiding the truth from him. Jangmi shared your feelings and you knew she expressed them to her dad more often than not.

"She'll get married soon enough" He says like it's a trivial matter, which for him it probably is, "—and as for my son, he's only yours." He says firmly, you nod in response. "You will never have to fight with anyone for his attention. He's just trying to be nice to Jihyo, okay?"

That wasn't true. Namjoon was pissed at you and rightfully so. You were hell bent on getting on his nerves, talking about the marriage being an inconvenience at every turn when he was only trying to be accomodating and to make this easy on the two of you. He was just letting you know that if you didn't co-operate with him, he could have his pick of the litter and you would be left in the dust.

It was subtle, but you got it.

He clicks his tongue, when you don't reply. "Why are women so stubborn?" He sighs to himself, "Okay, I'll help you." He says and you are pulled back into the conversation from your reverie, "All of the Elites minus my son will dance with you," He mutters, looking around for them.

You are like his daughter and he'll be damned if he didn't try to help you win whatever you had going with Jihyo. He knew it was petty rivalry and that it didn't matter much, but and really, there wasn't much in Bangtan to entertain young ladies, so such competition was the major drama.

You were his daughter-in-law and the Kims didn't lose to anyone. He would make sure that you not only win this but also let others know not to mess with you. You were the next Madam and they will have to learn to respect and fear you.

"Abeo-ji—" You try to stop him, feeling embarrassingly small at your childishness.

"Sh," He shushed you, "I know you women always have a point to prove when it comes to other women and your man. So just take it and don't let her show you down."

You nod and let out a sigh. "Yes, Abeo-ji." He smiles muttering out a good.

"Abu-nim," Jin grins at you, "I'll take Nari from here," The Don gives a firm nod, handing you over to him.

"You know what to do and—" He nods, "Take care of my daughter-in-law."

"Yes," He grins and pulls you back on the dance floor. "Come on, Nari. I need to flex my dancing skills." You roll your eyes at him, but let him drag you around for a dance. He dances with you, entertaining you with his jokes. He was charming and handsome. A great man wasted on the likes of Yeojin.

Then it was Suga who requested for a dance. When you had shot him an incredulous look, he genuinely tells you, "You are the woman of the hour, of course all of us are frothing at the mouth to dance with you."

After dancing with Suga, who was surprisingly chatty and gentle, you were handed over to Taehyung. You and Taehyung were friends, being the same age as him and Jimin.

When you were younger, all four of you, often being tagged along by Jungkook got into all sorts of trouble and were quite the havoc till you finished school and you went your seperate ways into college and Bangtan.

There was a time you could read him like a book, but over the years the soft boy had grown hard and now, he was mostly a stranger with the familiar boxy smile. You wondered if Jangmi knew that V was a different man from Taehyung but you didn't dwell on it much as Jimin whisked you away.

"Hello, next Madam Kim." Jimin greets you, placing a hand on your waist, holding your other hand up.

"Hello to you too, Park." You greet him back, mimicking his tone. "Great job organizing this event," You smile, appreciatively looking around the place. "It's beautiful."

He chuckles, "Well, a beautiful event for a beautiful couple," He says, "Don't worry, Nari-yah, I promise I won't make Jihyo's party as great as this one," You gasp dramatically, "We can't let her win this game, right?" He grins mischievously and you swat at his shoulder, making him double with laughter.

"Am I that obvious?" You ask, "Why does everyone know of this?" You wonder if you are really that obvious that everyone seems to know of your situation with Jihyo. Also, why are these scary men this into your petty interactions with a fellow mob-woman, surely they have better things to do?

"Hm.." He thinks over, lips jutting in a pout, looking up like he was thinking over, "You are not exactly obvious.. but everyone already does know of your rivalry with Jihyo."

"How—"

"I mean, think about it," He says, twirling you around, "You two are of the same age, have the looks, the status and the riches. You two were at one point, equally eligible to be the next Madam Kim. I think you are better —don't have me killed, please." He looks at you with puppy-like eyes and you giggle, he shoots you a smile. "People are bound to compare and have you compete against each other." He continued, "But thank goodness for us, you two naturally took to the competition and put up with it for so long. Every party and gala, we wait for you two to interact and see where this leads to —a slap or drink-pouring or a swordfight or a wrestling match." He gasps exaggeratedly and you roll your eyes.

"No really," He says, "You two make up a great percentage of the Bangtan gossip."

"Too bad, it's gonna end soon." You smile pitifully.

"Too bad it is." He grins, not very unhappy about it. "JungKook's next." He says and you are pushed to Jungkook.

"Hello again, Lily noona." He says, dramatically bowing and extending an hand for you to accept his offer. "Dance with me?"

"Of course, Jungkook-ssi," You take his hand, grinning.

"Namjoon Hyung is looking at us, you know." He says, when as you sway with him, trying not to trip on your dress.

"Is he?" You comment making it sound off-handed but not so subtly look at Namjoon whose standing just around the dancefloor with a group of people.

Jungkook grins, "He doesn't look too pleased,"

"That can't be helped," You snap, then muttering quietly. "He shouldn't have picked Jihyo over me,"

"Oh my god, Noona!" Jungkook can't stop himself from laughing, "Were you always this petty and possessive?"

"Shut up and dance, Kookie."

After Jungkook, it was Hoseok's turn. He smiles as you settle your hand on his shoulders.

"Look at our little Lily, winning this competition of life against Jihyo," Hoseok grins, as he turns you around to music. He was the last one to dance with you and honestly you couldn't be more glad. Once you were done, you hoped to get out and get some fresh air. The air inside was mildly killing you.

"So petty, Nari-ssi," He snickered, as you shot him a shocked look. "So fucking petty,"

"Hoseok, the bitch told me no one asked me to dance because I wasn't worth it!" You scoff, "I'll be damned if I let her win this petty competition after that. Also, Abeo-ji offered to mae you dance with me, I didn't ask for it."

"But you accepted it nevertheless?" You nod shamelessly and he laughs.

"She's lost the competition now," He says, "We've made quite the statement. Actually, I think the Don did."

You had to agree that a statement was made, it was subtle but it was effective. A statement to any other woman throwing themselves at RM, they might be steal off a dance with him or maybe hours of his day, but he was yours and you were the next Madam Kim.

Normally you'd scrunch your face at the title, but today it felt good have that at the back of your mind. It gave you confidence and strength. When the dance was done, you thanked him and quickly excused to get out of the party hall, but your mother caught you on the way out.

"Now, where are you off to?" She asked, looking condescendingly at you. You look around startled at her rude addressal. What did you do now?

"To the restroom?" You say, "Do you want to join me?" You don't know why you are asking her to join you, but you do and to your surprise she accepts. You curse at yourself, you were only being polite since you were out among other made-men.

"Let's go then," You want to smack yourself but you don't, instead leading her out to the restroom.

"I didn't come here to chit chat with you," She says the minute you are alone, she closes the door behind you.

"I figured as much," You breathe out, looking at the mirror.

"Do you know about the ring you are wearing right now?" She asks and you raise a brow.

"This one?" You raise your hand up and show your engagement ring. She nods and you shrug.

It was a solitaire diamond, with an band of smaller stones around the diamond itself and the band, with pretty detailing. It was beautiful, but not your style.

"It's a family heirloom!" She says, "The former Don's father gave it to his mother when she bore him a son!" You nod, examining the ring on your finger. You wonder where she mined that information from. You knew the Kims weren't the kind to engage in talks regarding jewelry, so this must've come from the other guests at the party.

"Do you know what that means?" She asks and you are aware of where this conversation is going. Only your mother could hear a story about a ring, find enough information on it and make up a whole reason for why you were receiving it.

"That I bear Namjoon a son too?" You take a wild guess.

"Yes—"

"What the actual fuck?" You scoff, "You do know that's not how baby's sex is determined right? I'm not the one in charge—" You stop yourself, "Actually, no. I'm done. I'll see you next week or whenever."

"Shouldn't you be inside enjoying the party?" You close your eyes the second you recognize the deep, rich timbre of his voice. You weren't even allowed a minute of peace in this world. You were out in the balcony, enjoying some alone time after all the hustle-bustle of the day. The air was chilly but peaceful.

"And shouldn't you be inside enjoying Jihyo drooling all over you?" You snap, not turning to look at him.

"You don't have to be jealous of her, my darling." You hear the happy lilt to his voice and the increasing volume as he nears you. Your stomach flutters at the nickname, but you choose to ignore it.

"I'm not jealous,"

"I'm a loyal man," Namjoon comes closer to you, leaning against the railing using his hands, "I would never stray away from you."

"I am not jealous," You repeat firmly.

"It certainly felt like it, with you throwing daggers at her," He teases and you whip your face to him.

"Be glad it wasn't her I was throwing from the tenth floor," You mutter and he laughs. Probably the first time in your presence.

"I am," He says, "—that would've been very hard to explain to Cappo Shim,"

"Hard?" You ask in mock shock, "I'm sure Abeo-ji would've handled it all for me."

"Oh yes, he would have." He says, "He'd have helped you throw her if you'd asked. You are his favourite after all."

"That I am," You say and he laughs. Silence befalls you as you look ahead at the night sky.

"I knew diamonds would look fantastic on you," He says out of the blue and you look at him. "You were the first thing to come to my mind when I saw them," He smiles softly, eyes grazing your shoulders and looks at your eyes again. "They fit you well,"

"You choose them?" Your shock is very visible, in your voice and your face. Were all made-man into jewelry or was this an Elite-only trait?

"I brought it home from my trip to Belgium," He says softly, his voice low.

"Belgium?" You ask and he nods, "Did you like it?"

"Belgium?" He looks at you, tilting his head, "I didn't get to enjoy it much. I was there to sign a consignment for Bangtan. We had a stop at Antwerp and I wanted to see the diamond market there, and I thought of you when I saw this.."

He touches the necklace, trailing his finger delicately over the gemstones, leaving behind goosebumps on your skin.

"Why diamonds?" You ask dumbly, all your strength melting away at the proximity of his body to yours.

"Diamonds are women's bestfriends, right?" He raised a brow, a little smile on his lips.

"I prefer rubies," You say.

"Noted," He simply smiles, moving closer to you. He places his hands on the railing either side of you, effectively trapping you. He drops his head to your shoulder, nuzzling you. You feel the goosebumps raising on your skin, but as his warmth as he slotted his body against yours, you let him be.

"Why are we getting married, Namjoon?" You ask when a few minutes had passed. "You know nothing about me,"

"Not true," He pulls away, looking petulant like a child accused of something wrongly. "I know your birthday, I know your parents, I know Bangtan, I know where you live, where you work."

"You know that's not what I meant—"

He presses a finger to your lips, "Now, I also know you prefer rubies over diamonds, I know a lot about you."

You scoff, challenging him. "What do I know about you then?"

"You know my birthday, you know my favourite flowers are lilies, whites ones. You know my sister, my parents, my friends, Bangtan. You know what I do for a living, you know where I operate from, you know so much about me."

"I don't know what you like for breakfast, how you like your coffee, if you even drink coffee, what your favourite color is, I don't know your drinking habits, your sleeping habits.. I don't know if you snore, if you cuddle, if you hog the blankets. I don't know—" You are cut off again.

Namjoon was as impatient as you initially thought.

"I like sweet things for breakfast, I like my coffee milky and sweet, my favourite colour is green,"

"Again," You huff, "Not what—"

"You will never know everything about me, Darling. But we have our future to learn all about each other." He sounds sincere, as he looks at you with softer eyes.

"You can know everything later," He ground out, "But now, I need to kiss you," His voice drops lower and you are arching up your face to let him kiss you.

Namjoon smiles a little, seeing you so willing and presses a kiss to your lips. His lips are soft against yours, sweet as he runs his tongue over them. You are barely aware of your surrounding, his warms hands and scent taking you away to a different plane.

He takes a few licks at your lips, pushing you up and letting you go quickly and you are slightly panicking. Did he not like it? Did you do something wrong? What happened? Were you kissing him wrong? Were you being too eager? Not eager enough?

Namjoon pulls away, mutters out a little fuck at your wide doe eyes looking up at him and crashes his lips onto yours roughly. Your squeak barely has the chance to be out, when he pushes his tongue into you, lapping at you. His hands that previously held you so softly, were now hot against your waist, one noticeably inching down to your ass and the other holding your bare thigh.

You gasp into the kiss, when he harshly grabs your butt, stumbling to link your arms around his neck and into his hair. He sucks on your tongue, your lips bringing out little moans and pants from you that he excitedly drank up. Your hands are holding him desperately, as his body is flush against yours and you are running out of breath. He gives you one last squeeze and lets you go.

He pulls away all too quickly, holding you incase you were too dizzy from all his action. He smirks at you looking disoriented, tucks your hair behind your ears. He chuckles lightly, at your blushy, lightheaded gaze and pulls you into a hug, one last time.

"Come back inside," He presses a kiss to your shoulder, "I'll have the drink you so desperately need ready," he whispers in your ears, sending a pleasant shiver up your body. He smirks, presses a kiss to your cheek and leaves you alone at the balcony.

[ next ] Four: Months Leading Up To The Wedding Of The Century

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2021, September 27.

TAEYONG — NCT LIFE in Gapyeong, ep. 2

there’s a hilarious book I love called ‘How Not To Write A Novel’ and it’s SO on the money about so much but there’s simply no way to recommend this book to the people who need it most without sounding like you’re being incredibly sarcastic.