The Unseen: Hyungwon & Hyunwoo (Killas Teaser)

The Unseen: Hyungwon & Hyunwoo (Killas teaser)

A/N: Soooooo...Killas is taking some time to come together lol i have like fiddyleven ongoing projects (fanfics and originals) so yea. Its a labor of love. But I wanted to share a little something thats more than likely a deleted scene from the book that has potential to become its own thing🌚 meaning theres more than one part and this is just the first one🌚 anywho.

Tags: Contracted killer HyungwonxSexy, Two-timingOC( featuring Hyunwoo) all with similar occupations. John Wick vibes with flashbacks of steamy smut, raw sex, oral sex, high tension and some flirty banter❤️

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"Good Evening Sir...Welcome to The Continental."

Emerson's posh and cheery disposition was never something Hyungwon would tire of. He couldn't say as much for the setting he'd stepped into since arriving.

Droplets of the sky cascade over the smooth leather of his coat as he walked with the grace of a Vogue model, his expression sharp and focused as he closed the distance between the entrance and the concierge desk.

"Emerson. Always a pleasure.." he greets the older gentleman informally as he crossed the glazed marble flooring, shaking the rain from his dripping hair. Its not a matter to the old confidante though, merely responding to the younger with a polite smile.

"Mr. Chae...its been years it seams. Are you well these days?" He asks and Hyungwon smirks. Mainly at the irony of the question.

When was he ever well?

"Oh you know. Same old. Id like a room please.."

"Very good sir. And how long will you be staying with us?" He goes on to ask and Hyungwon shakes his head as he shrugged the strap of his bag from his shoulder.

"Just for tonight. Im only passing through."

"Oh? You wont be attending the Academy reunion later on this evening then?" Emerson lifts his brows expectedly, never taking his eyes off the computer and Hyungwon chuckles at the idea.

The annual Brighton Academy reunion was something he always avoided, deeming it would be an evening he'd much rather spend fighting tooth and nail with some thug standing between him and access to some place he didn't belong, or staking out across the street from a residence for days , living off of stale water and protein bars to gather intel on a target.

Hell he felt he got enough of a reunion when he was assembled with 5 of his former classmates to handle the devil's busywork for a fee time and time again outside of his solo endeavors. That was just about as much reuniting he could tolerate.

No. A night of smoozing amongst people he'd forgotten shortly after the graduation ceremony was the last thing on his mind.

Besides, he had plans of his own tonight.

"I think I'll pass. Group activities are only my thing when a check is involved. Otherwise i prefer to avoid any social engagement if at all possible." He huffs as he lifted his bag to be checked routinely. Emerson's lips curl up in amusement as he turned the duffle to unzip it for a quick thumb through.

"Understood, sir. I assume youre well aware of hotel policy.." he begins and Hyungwon nods as he is already unholstering every firearm and blade he had on his person. The concierge waits calmly while an arsenal of weapons pile on the marble countertop one by one.

The two Glock 26's on either hip.

The smaller Ruger slotted behind his back.

The array of daggers and switch blades he had hidden only God knows where underneath that inconspicuous trench.

Silence falls over the grand foyer as Emerson waits patiently for Hyungwon to finish surrendering his weapons before gathering them delicately to be stowed in a designated locker.

He resumes his place in front of a computer and begins typing. As Emerson set out on getting him sorted in an available suite, Hyungwon takes a moment to observe the grand interior and occupancy of the infamous Continental.

Suited men in expensive dress shoes stepped briskly over the shining quarts floors, some of them chatting amongst each other as they either entered the hotel or exit into the rain. Others were accompanied by women adorned in rare furs and dripping in diamonds, their expressions as empty and inviting as the gothic ceilings several meters above their heads.

In the distance, a band was assembling on the club's stage, tuning instruments and preparing for another evening of entertaining while an array of round tables were set with crisp white table cloths and gold plaited cutlery.

To anyone else, the high end hotel appeared as just that. A place only the elite could afford to enter on rooms running nearly £800 a night at the cheapest rate.

No one would think to suspect it serving as a neutral space of communion amongst the world's most notorious spies and killers for hire. 

With a few more taps and a swift reach for something out of Hyungwon's sight, Emerson clears his throat to summon the young man's attention.

"Much obliged Mr.Chae. Here is your key card and your valet ticket sir. Do enjoy your stay." He bows his head slightly as he offered the aforementioned items as well as his bag to Hyungwon, who takes them gladly with a returned bow.

"Thank you."

Amber sways and ripples with the spin of his glass. The malt's deep and slightly effervescent scent dancing on the air as it did on Hyungwon's tongue with every savoring sip.

He adjusts his lean in the chair, running his tongue along his bottom row of teeth as he glances at his watch.

She was late.

Or perhaps he was just impatient.

Meeting with her tonight had been the only thing on his mind since he opened his eyes that morning and every second he wasn't in her presence, his mind swam.

The local bar he'd selected was tucked away in a part of the city they once shared. Memories of seeing her here several times cloud his vision and the haze of reminiscing colors the scene in warm sepia and scents it with cognac.

Her favorite.

Some time ago...

"Favorite color?"

The conviction in Hyungwon's voice made it known that his question wasnt thoughtless, despite it being so cliche it was laughable.

"My favorite color? Seriously?" she giggles as the tip of her finger coasted the rim of her cocktail and Hyungwon's challenging gaze never wavers from hers.

Well, they do drop from her eyes to catch the way her tongue glosses her lips before returning with a lifted brow.

"Of course." he assures her cooly. His date just stares back at him for a moment, reading the depth of the galaxy in his eyes.

"Of all the things you could ask me though? Arent we too old for that?" she tilts her head.

"Too old for a favorite color?" Hyungwon pouts softly and she shakes her head.

"Too old for something like that to matter..." she mused. Now Hyungwon was intrigued.

"Is it a secret?"

Secrets.

The irony isnt lost on her at all considering what they were to eachother versus what they were to the world.

"Of course not...but you know me..better and more than most can say. Why does knowing my favorite color matter?" She challenges, earning a one shouldered shrug from the man sitting across from her.

"Just does. So just tell me." Hyungwon tosses back with just as much defiance.

She smiles...

"Guess."

The word barely provokes her lips to move but Hyungwon's gaze fall to them anyway, mimicking her coy smile in a way only he could.

He narrows his eyes and tucks his lips before leaning back in his seat, tugging casually at the collar of his shirt as he examines her with scrutiny for a moment. It's long enough to make a nervous lump form in her throat that she conceals with another sip from her drink.

Between the sheets.

White rum, Hennessy, and triple sec. Spritzed and zested with lemon.

The perfect balance of sweet and sour.

Sophisticated and audacious.

Sexy.

Watching her plush and rose tinted lips kiss the rim of her glass made Hyungwon wonder if she tasted just as sweet on his tongue as her beverage of choice.

Hyungwon glances down at her neck, following the line of the single thin gold chain carresing the dip of her collar bones, falling into curve of her cleavage to the plunging neckline of her dark plum blouse.

Peaks of lace frames her cleavage, her skin almost shimmering like satin under the low lighting, casting a shadow between her breasts that Hyungwon yearned to dive into.

He sensed a warmth there, lower beneath the expensive threads and the bend of her hips, a place he knew he'd soon be.

A place he knew she wanted him to be just as much.

Without a word, a look of revelation flashes in his eyes as he looked back up to her expectant face.

"Red." he says after subjecting her to his intangible torture for long enough, lifting his highball to his lips with a cocky glint in his eyes.

She stills, blinking slowly and Hyungwon knew immediately that he had her.

"Interesting guess..." she muses nonchalantly.

Her eyes shift over Hyungwon's relaxed lean in his seat, pausing to watch his Adam's apple lift as he tilted his head.

"Im right arent I?" He smiles sexily and its so disarming that the woman across from him forgets to breathe.

She huffs out a half felt chuckle to cover her body's reaction to Hyungwon's effortless charm.

"I'll tell you after you tell me why you chose that color. And please don't say it's because I complemented your shirt.." She decides to say, leaning in to rest her forearms on the table, her pointed stiletto nails tapping her skin rhythmically.

It wouldn't be gentleman-like for him to admit, but he wanted nothing more than to feel those claws digging lines over his back before the night was up.

Good thing he never claimed to be one in the first place.

"Of course not. Its your aura. My shirt's merely a coincidence."

"My aura..." she smirks and Hyungwon simply nods.

"Mmhm...You exude confidence from everything you do, from the way you enter a room...down to the way you order your drink." He responds casually as he reached for his own, gesturing his glass towards her in silent cheers before taking a quick sip.

She remains invested as he swallowed and Hyungwon sets the glass back down.

"I can tell youre a woman who always knows what she wants and exactly how to obtain it. I can tell you like control, which is why you always prefer to sit at the back of the bar, putting everything in your vantage point. Youre alert and very self aware. Youre assertve. Fearless. Bold. Partiality to extremes, passion and danger..."

"Danger? You think Im dangerous?" She speaks for the first time in minutes,lifting her brow with deep interest. Hyungwon nods slowly.

"Most women are..." he shrugs that shoulder again and its a gesture that reminds her eye to marvel in the broadness of them. Especially in that tailored Paul Smith dress shirt.

Why hadnt she noticed them before?

"Go on." She tips her chin after resuming her attention to his face, the real reason she hadnt noticed the rest of him.

Hyungwon smiles.

"Well....apart from what I picked up on via first impressions, the bezel of your watch is red. Matching the ruby stone on your ring. Which I assume is your birthstone meaning you were born in July. A warm month. Warmth. Red...you get my gist."

With another shrug of indifference, Hyungwon takes another sip from his whiskey. This time he savors the burn as it warmed his tongue. He awaits her response as he enjoys his drink but only soft sound of Sade crooning in the background fills the silence settling between them.

If you were mine....

Her expression idles between bewildered and impressed but only for a moment. It then resumes its usual demureness, a skill achieved when existing in world donning many faces.

As she reached for her glass, her smirk betrayed her as Hyungwon knew it would.

He had her.

"Hmm.." is all she says, picking it up.

Hyungwon's satisfied chuckle warmed his glass as he joined her in a shared sip.

Their eyes never leaving each other as they swallowed.

Present day...

Rain sizzled over the concrete, the summer nights steam hazing the night view through the windows. Its thick humid scent mixes with the essence of cognac and leather in the pub.

It was one of the few places in Hyungwon could go to unwind after countless hours of wearing his mask.

His day job was taxing.

But as lately, his nights were even worse.

As if he were attuned to her, Hyungwon's eyes shift from the bottom of his glass to the chiming front door as it opened slowly.

And there she was.

Legs that led to heaven and hips that sent men straight to hell, Lilith entered the bar with her black cashmere coat over her shoulders and her umbrella in hand.

She shakes it before closing it to stow in a designated basin near the door.

Her curves are accentuated by her blood red dress that leaves little to the imagination.

Hyungwon's eyes follows the shine of her smooth legs down to her heels, fond memories of those ankles over his shoulders flash over his disctracted gaze.

He shifts in his seat as he dispelled the thought, clearing his throat and glancing up just as Lilith lifts her head.

Her mane of mahogany spirals toss back from her face, the flecks of honey in her coal lined eyes pinning Hyungwon from the entrance.

Her lips perk up at one corner in a fond smile, but Hyungwon keeps his expression neutral despite his heart thudding pathetically in his chest, lifting his glass to his lips for an encouraging swig.

"Hey baby.." she purrs as if she she meant it and Hyungwon has to stifle his chuckle of disdain before rising from his seat.

"Hey.." he says lowly, his height almost doubling as he towers over her by several inches. She smiles as if nothing were amiss as she approached him for a breif embrace that he doesn't reject.

He couldn't resist a chance to touch her, even if his feelings had taken a complicated turn.

Her body just felt too good against his.

Out of habit, Hyungwon's hands snaked around her waist and her perfume encompassed him in an amalgam of emotions.

They flood him as he recalls smelling her in places she'd been the most.

Places he'd felt her the most.

His car.

His sheets.

His clothes.

Under his skin, as if it were possible..

Lilith had a way of layering her body oils and butters beneath a particular perfume that created a signature scent.

One he'd recognize anywhere.

Per their normal greeting, Lilith tips her head back in preparation to peck Hyungwon's lips as they always did.

Instead, he pressed his plushy pout to her temple and lingers there for a moment before pulling back.

The large hands at her waist were now pushing her coat back from her shoulders and Lilith assists by shrugging it free from her body. Hyungwon takes it to drape it over the back of the chair nearest to her.

He then pulls it out for her.

"Sit.." he states softly, saying nothing more and his expression gives nothing away as he waits for her to comply. A frown pulls at Lilith's ruby lips at Hyungwon's icyness but she doesnt hesitate to ease down into the proffered chair beside her.

Hyungwon then calmly steps back to his side of the table and joins her to sit, picking up his glass to swirl its contents casually.

Lilith's brow pinches at the tension rolling off of Hyungwon's shoulders, scooting into her chair comfortably before resting her forarms on the table.

"So..I hear your alma mater is in town tonight for some sort of reunion. I'm surprised you hadn't made plans to meet up with the boys tonight.."

"Im just gonna cut straight to it.."Hyungwon interupts her, the blanching of her expression damn near comical at his curtness.

"Um......ok..."she stammers, leaning away from the table slightly.

Hyungwon's eyes darken as they drop to the watch adorning her thin wrist. Similar to the one she'd worn the night they met but different. More expensive.

New.

The red bezel winks back at him ironically before he regards her soft expectant features.

"I know everything." He adds ominously with a hardened expression and cold tone. The warmth in Lillith's face drains a shade but she doesnt show any traces of guilt as her brows creased deeper in confusion.

"You know..what ,exactly?" She asks.

What did he know?

More than he wished.

Less than he hoped.

Hyungwon knew the woman he was dangerously in love with was a stone-faced liar.

Among other things.

"You really wanna play dumb with me?" he goes on to ask and the hostility in his voice has his lover's lips curling up into an unexpected smile.

"Wonnie.." she begins and her chest touches the table as she leaned foward, extending her touch to grace Hyungwon's hand that laid flat over the polished wood.

"Don't.." he exhales tiredly, pulling his hand away to fall in his lap. This has Lilith's smile fading immediately.

"Im sorry...Did you not ask me to be here? You said you wanted to see me.."

Her tone and expression imply that her feelings were hurt by his rejection, but Hyungwon knew better than to believe it.

"Yeah. I wanted to see you tonight.....because I needed to see if you would look me in the eyes and lie the same way you've been lying to me this whole time."

Lilith's brows shoot up in surprise and an incredulous chuckle just sharply from her lungs. Hyungwon's brows crease as her posture changed from anxious to at ease, despite the atmosphere shift.

He frowns as he watched the guilt and confusion trade for what he could guess was amusement at his expense.

Could this woman have any more nerve?

"Did I say something funny?" he asks and Lilith only shakes her head with a sigh.

"No.Just laughing at the fact that I just traveled all the way downtown in the rain, in this dress.. without any panties underneath it.."

Hyungwon blinks at her unsubtle pause, pushing the thought of what she was hiding between her luscious thighs.

"...expecting a much warmer greeting from you..and a drink. At least..." she trails off all too casual.

Lilith reaches across the table comfortably for Hyungwon's drink and their fingers touch as she takes it from him. He surprisingly allows it, opting to keep his cool as she lifts it to her red-tinted lips with her eyes trained on him over the rim.

As she pulls away from the glass, her tongue darts out to lick over her stained top lip and the image of her lips at his throat flash through his mind.

Fuck this was impossible.

How could a woman as devious as she is so captivating with even just the curl of her tongue and bat of her eye?

The memory of it has him swelling with want beneath the table and for a moment he wonders if he should even be doing this.

Only for a moment though.

Leather creaks against his nails as they dug troughs into the seat of his car.

Hyungwon groans in ecstasy towards the sunroof, his heavy panting accumlating in the steam fogging his windows.

The backseat was surprisingly spacious once the front seats were pushed up, giving just enough room for him to sit with his long legs spread wide with her slotted between them.

"Oh..shit.." he exhales , cutting his bottom lip with his teeth as his fingers tangled in Lillith's silken curls. Her head bobs over him slowly, her velvety smooth lips and tongue shining with saliva as they worked magic over his shaft.

Night had barely fallen over the city, the buzz of office employees and other tenants echoeing through the concrete walls of the enclosed parking garage.

Hyungwon's blacked out Genesis is parked in the furthest and darkest corner on the top floor. The keys still dangled from the ignition up front by the time their bodies teleported to the back seat with the symphony of the city life instrumenting their tryst.

"You feel...so..fucking good....."

The words were as tender as his touch against the back of her head and he guided her just as gently to take him as deep as her throat would allow without her choking.

They knew they weren't alone in the parking garage despite the quiet surrounding them but neither of them cared. Something about the fact heightens the arousal that was sparked by the tension between them from the bar. Which was far too potent to resist any longer than they had to.

His most recent assignment put him in a place where Lilith was coming off a job of her own. The two never discussed work when they were together, nor did they care to know the causes of certain bruises or scrapes marring each other's skin. They only had an unspoken agreement, to leave everything, clothes and weapons included, at the door.

After fighting off the inevitable gag caused by Hyungwon's length, Lilith's eyes lift to steal a look of his gorgeously pleasured expression. She pulls off of him with a low gasp, and a devilish smirk curls at her smudged lips as she stroked his shellacked dick with her free hand.

The other was slotted between her legs, rubbing soothingly at her dripping folds.

Hyungwon's brow cinched as the warmth of her skilled hand brought him closer to the precipice of pleasure. His jaw goes slack and his lust drunk eyes rolled back as the sizzling fuse crept closer and closer to its source.

"Im..Im gonna.." he shudders, his hand closing into a fist over Lilith's scalp as she continues to take him deep in her throat.

Before he could stop her, Hyungwon erupted into her mouth with a deep sigh of relief and frustration at not being able to hold on a minute longer. Lilith swallowed him down greedily, a weak but sinister chuckle vibrating her throat as she did.

"Fuckfuckfuck..ah..stop.." he groans unabashedly, his hips lifting his from the seat as his overstimulation takes hold. Lilith giggles at his shameless squirming but shows him mercy by pulling off of his throbbing member and sensitive tip with a 'pop' of her lips.

Coming up from her knees for the first time in the few minutes it took to get Hyungwon off, she smiled as she mounted him, opening her thighs to accommodate his wide legged spread.

Hyungwon's neck and the slice of his chest that was visible between loosened buttons glistened under a sheen of sweat that smelled divine. The feminine and inner feline urge to rub it all over herself compels Lilith to finish unbuttoning the black silk expertky with one hand.

She used her other to reach down between their bodies to stroke Hyungwon's unwavering erection slowly, using the slickness of her own arousal that lingered on her fingers.

"Think you were loud enough?" she teased him just above a raspy whisper and Hyungwon grunted as her grip rolled over his tip.

"Think your pussy's wet enough?" he boomeranged her sarcasm, earning a stiff squeeze at the base of his dick. Hyungwon hissed at the pressure, his eyes fluttering pitifully.

"Careful...you just might find out." Lilith leans in to whisper in his ear, taking a lobe between her teeth sensually.

She pulls back just enough for them to share a kiss that's soaked by their tongues and remnants of Hyungwons cum still on Lilith's lips.

"Mmm..." he moans, savoring the flavor of himself combined with her kiss and whimpering at the way it made his weeping tip twitch in her grasp.

"You liked that?" Lilith murmured and Hyungwon's groan in response has her chuckling darkly. Hyungwon nods wordlessly, his jaw dropping and his head tilting to deepen their kiss. He licks at her mouth desperately while she pushed his silk shirt completely open, exposing his sculpted chest and taut abdomen.

Hyungwon didn't have the mind nor the patience to attempt to get Lilith naked. With how her dress was already bunched and gathering at the curve of her hips, there wasn't much standing between him and where he needed to be.

His wet kisses trailed hot and heavy from her lips to the hills of her cleavage, his greedy hands squeezing her ass to guide her closer.

"Stay with me..." he says suddenly in a hurried breath, lifting his hooded gaze to find hers in the darkness.

Lilith hovers over her him motionless, blinking with resistance at his unexpected proposal. Before she could deny him, as if she could, Hyungwon continued.

"Please...I need you tonight. I need you every night. I want to bury myself inside of you until you paint the walls with my name. I want you in my bed, naked and sore when I wake up. Then I want to fuck you again so that you'll think of me with every step you take. Until we meet again.."

Had he always been this poetic? The rawness and passion of his intentions made tiny rivers of need drizzle down her inner thighs, surely coating his thighs.

She wanted that too. More than she could put into words. Realistically, everything about his proposition was dangerous. They weren't even supposed to be seen together, let alone sharing a room in the Continental.

Or a bed.

It complicated everything.

But nonetheless, her heart and her core called to Hyungwon like a lost lover, praying for solace and sanctuary.

Even if it were for one night.

"Hyun.." she begins, but lips as soft as satin punctate her sentence for her.

"Dont think, just say you will. And we can figure out the rest later.." Hyungwon says against her lips, running his hands over her wide straddling hips to squeeze her again. The motion causes the his shaft to nudge through her senstive folds, making them both sigh into each other's mouths at the warmth and friction.

She wanted to say no. (no she didnt.)

She needed to say no. (no the FUCK she didnt.)

But with a mumbled 'yes' and a sly smile, her response trailed over his jawline and down to his neck while Hyungeon hurriedly slipped his length inside of her.

As expected, the fondness of the memory exists for only a moment. Although his gaze lingered on her lips, recalling the things she accomplished over and over with them, there would now be a bitter aftertaste in his mind.

Images of them pressed against his throat douses his arrousal immediately.

"I know all about him, Lilith. So theres no point in lying now.." Hyungwon responds as Lilith helps herself to what remains of his whiskey.

He catches the corner of her mouth lifting into a smile as she drank but it vanished the moment she placed the glass back in the center of the table.

"Him?" She exhales the question, almost as if she were getting bored or mildly irritated at Hyungwon's pointless line of obtuse questions.

Typical.

She was rarely the type to hold herself accountable for anything, even when she knew she was dead wrong.

Hyungwon sniffs a chuckle as he steals a look around the empty bar. He needed a reason to look away from her anyway.

She was still just as beautiful when he wanted to hate her.

"Please don't keep playing dumb or innocent about this. Im not in the mood. I know everything, ok? And so does he. We've spoken."

Lilith's gaze drops to Hyungwon's mouth before it drags back up to his stare.

"Have you now?" She asks, the arch of her brow lifting ever so slightly.

"I have. And in our conversations, I've come to know more about you than I ever thought was possible. Things I wish I never had to hear."

He and Lilith weren't exclusive but she'd insisted that no one had her the way he did. Heart, mind and body.

But Hyungwon should have known better than to take the word of a spy.

A professional liar.

The two stare each other down intensely for what feels like minutes, frozen by distrust and indifference with a touch of sexual tension dense enough to coat the air.

Lilith is the first to yield, shifting in her chair but maintaining her disinterested expression. Feigning annoyance, she sighs loudly.

"Ok,So...what now? Did you call me here to break up with me or something? Want me to cry and say I'm sorry? What is it you expect from me?" She asks audaciously.

Before Hyungwon could respond, the chiming door pulled his attention from Lilith's challenging scowl to the door she'd walked through only minutes ago.

Except this time, donning a shirt and slacks the color of night, a regretfully familiar gentleman crosses over the threshold with his sharp brow hardening at the sight of the only woman he expected to see sitting across from his cohort.

Lilith's head turns curiously to see who had stolen Hyungwon's gaze from her so suddenly and just as she'd gone ghostly before, her eyes widen at the sight of Hyunwoo sauntering towards them.

Smirking devilishly in a way only he could...

"Lilith...."

To be continued...

Healing Touches

Sometimes, your boyfriend's tender touches and caring actions help heal your fragile state faster than any medication.

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pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship au

word count: 2.2k

summary: yoongi comes home to find you sick / he makes you food / reader can't help but fall asleep literally everywhere / yoongi loves you too much 😪😪

warning: very brief mentions of passing out

notes: im a slut for sick fics and i couldn't find many yoongi ones so i decided to just write one 😋 if anyone has any ideas for fluffy or suggestive yoongi drabbles feel free to drop them in my asks 🙏🙏

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"I'm home!"

Yoongi's voice echoes through the house and he furrows his eyebrows at the lack of response to his words.

Usually, he would meet you at the lobby of your shared apartment on weekdays, as you would often stay back to grade a few assignments or prepare for the next day. On the days he didn't meet you, he would hear your footsteps as you made your way to greet him, or some sort of noise to prove that you were busy doing something.

But today, there was nothing but silence. Yoongi shrugs it off. You probably just lost track of time.

He makes his way into the living room and places the keys onto the small key holder on the wall.

He begins to remove his jacket but his actions still when he finds you sitting on the couch, a large blanket completely wrapped around you. The TV in front of you was on, but the sound was barely audible and your head was turned away from whatever you had put on to rest against the leather sofa.

Yoongi folds his jacket over his arm as he makes his way over to you.

"Did you get back from work early today?" He asks, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

You groan softly as you stir, slowly moving your head up to look at him through squinted eyes. You were going to whine about how he had disturbed your sleep, but decide against it. Complaining needed energy, energy that you currently lacked.

"Didn't go today. Called in sick."

A bead of sweat rolls down your temple and you begin to move out of the warm confinements of your blanket. Yoongi quirks an eyebrow at you, reaching out his hand to place it against your forehead.

You didn't have a fever, but your words came out dry and broken and there was a clear flush to your cheeks.

"Why didn't you tell me? Are you still feeling sick?"

You nod softly and move the blanket to the opposite end of the couch. You cringe at how your top sticks to your body from the sweat coating your skin.

"I just had a headache in the morning so I didn't think much of it. But after you left, I was like cold all of a sudden so I used the thermometer and it said I had a fever."

You leave out the part where you almost fainted in the bathroom as you changed back into your pyjamas after calling in sick, not wanting to worry your already worried boyfriend.

"You should've called me, I would've left work in a heartbeat," he says as he presses his lips against your forehead.

You ignore the way your heart flutters at his words, failing to bite back a smile.

"It wasn't even that bad, don't worry. Plus, I'm pretty sure the fever pretty soon after. I just fell asleep on the couch."

"Still. Did you take any medicine?"

"Yeah, I took some painkillers for the headache."

You notice how dry your voice is in your throat, wincing at the pain when you try to swallow.

"Did it help?"

"Not really, but I'm fine now so."

Yoongi places his jacket on the couch and makes his way to the medicine box he had placed in one of the kitchen cabinets, having to look through each one before finding it. He takes two tablets and brings them over to you along with a glass of water.

"I'm fine now, babe, seriously," you mumble, reluctantly taking the tablets and the glass from his hands.

"I don't wanna take any chances, love. Drink up."

He watches you as you tip the glass over your mouth and gulp down its contents. You hand it back over to him with a small sigh, and he places it down on the coffee table.

Your eyes scan over Yoongi's body. He's wearing a simple black hoodie, the one you steal from him the most because of how comfy the fabric is.

You reach out your arms invitingly, wanting nothing more than to melt in his arms after not seeing him the entire day.

"I don't wanna get you more sick though," he says, tilting his head as he runs his hands through his grown-out hair.

A small pout forms on your lips and you throw him a scowl.

"I'll get more sick and die right now if you don't cuddle me."

Yoongi laughs at your words. His gums are on display and his eyes crinkle into crescent moons.

"So dramatic," he mumbles.

The leather beside you sinks beneath his weight as he sits down and you instantly wrap yourself around him. His body radiates warmth and you throw one leg over his lap, snuggling your head closer into his chest.

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You don't quite remember falling asleep, but when your eyes flutter open, the sunlight in the room is replaced by blue rays emitting from the TV.

Goosebumps erupt across your back and you slightly shiver. The space beside you is empty, Yoongi is no longer there to provide you with any heat.

You blame the moody weather for the chills you feel across your body. You were starting to regret throwing away the patterned blanket a few hours earlier, desperately craving the warmth it had enveloped you with.

A few minutes go by and the only thing on your mind is how you were going to die of hypothermia any minute now. You had closed your eyes in hopes of falling asleep again, but your actions went in vain.

You let out a small groan as you turn your head to try to spot the blanket, trickles of pain erupting from your neck.

The fabric sat just out of your reach, and it seemed to mock your weak attempts at attempting to grab it.

You give up fairly quickly and resort to sitting completely still, trying to dull the ache that pulses through your limbs.

You hadn't been this sick in months and you felt as if this was the universe's way of reminding you how miserable it was.

"You OK?"

Yoongi's voice is deep and you look up to see him standing at the doorway to the living room carrying a plastic bag in one hand.

He throws his keys onto the counter and they hit the marble loudly.

His eyes squint against the harsh light of the TV as he sets down the bag and moves towards you.

"Yeah, I was just tryna get the blanket. Where were you?"

He brushes away a few strands of your hair before resting his hand against your forehead.

"Shit, you're burning up. I don't think a blanket is a good idea, love," he says.

"But it's freezinggg."

Your words come out as a small whine. Yoongi's eyes shift between you and the blanket, weighing out both options.

"How about you go to the bedroom and I can put a wet towel on your head, so you cool down while also being under the duvet?"

You practically shiver at the idea of a cold towel against your skin.

"Fine."

Yoongi reaches out his hand and you hold onto it as you stand up. It takes more energy than anticipated and you wince at the throb of pain in your legs.

"Where were you?" You repeat.

"Oh right. I was gonna make you rice porridge so I needed to get some stuff. Apparently it's great for when you're feeling sick."

You smile at your boyfriend and place a small kiss on his cheek.

"Thanks, baby."

"Mhm, no problem." Yoongi's grateful for the dim lighting of the room so that you don't have the satisfaction of seeing the blush that taints his cheeks.

"I'll bring it to the bedroom, you go lie down."

You nod before slowly making your way to the bedroom as Yoongi moves into the kitchen.

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By the time Yoongi comes into the room with a bowl in his hand, you're fast asleep again.

You lie completely curled up and covered by the blankets. Your cheeks are flushed from the incredible warmth you are putting your body through.

Yoongi sits down on the mattress carefully, not wanting to disrupt your peace.

"Wake up, love. Your food's ready."

"Not hungry," you mumble, bringing your knees closer to your body.

"You're not gonna get any better if you stay hungry."

You huff and reluctantly stretch out your limbs. With great effort, you lazily sit up against the headboard of the bed.

Yoongi takes a spoonful of the rice porridge and brings it to your lips. You take a mouthful and swallow it down eagerly.

"Not hungry my ass," Yoongi says with an accusing stare and you laugh.

You can't shake off the warm feeling that fills your heart at the domestics of the entire scene at hand as you take another large bite.

You end up eating the entire bowl but decide against asking for seconds. The need to sleep was stronger than anything else right now.

Yoongi leaves the room to put the bowl back and bring you a wet towel. He returns to find you sleeping again.

Your body must be exhausted from fighting whatever sickness had overtaken you for you to be sleeping this much.

He gently places the towel over your forehead, pressing it down so that it doesn't slip off onto the mattress.

Your brows furrow at his actions but you don't wake up. His hand reaches out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, mumbling under his breath.

"Pretty."

Yoongi never thought he would find the one. He believed in love, but the idea of finding someone he could think of as home always seemed too unrealistic, a mere fantasy he would sometimes use for inspiration in his lyrics.

He never thought that the simple thought of someone could brighten his day. Until he met you.

You were chaotic and quiet and everything in between. Someone people could talk to comfortably and freely, someone open-minded and thoughtful.

Everyone seemed to love you, which is why it confused Yoongi whenever you would get flustered at the compliments that fell from his lips.

He thought you would have been used to it. He didn't know how someone could talk to you without showering you with compliments.

When he had told you this one night during the first few months of your friendship—before you started dating—you had laughed, confessing how you rarely ever got compliments. Yoongi still remembers how he had stood there dumbfounded.

Ever since that night, he had made a vow to shower you with compliments.

However, the words soon turned into a habit. They weren't any less truthful, but he found himself whispering them to you even while you were out of earshot or while you slept, like now.

Yoongi stays by your side for a minute longer, simply admiring the way the lamp on your nightstand illuminates your features with its faint glow.

Eventually, he stands up, only to feel your hand grab his before he can take a step.

Your grip is loose and your eyes are still closed, but you lightly tug at the sleeve of his hoodie and he finds himself returning to your side.

"Can you get me the blanket from the living room?"

Exhaustion laces your words despite the numerous naps you had taken throughout the day.

"Aren't you warm enough? I dont want you to have a heatstroke or something."

"I won't, I swear. Please?"

How can Yoongi say no when your voice comes out so fragile and your grip is so gentle. Fuck, you truly did have him wrapped around your finger.

"Fine."

You smile and Yoongi feels his heart skip multiple beats.

Your hand drops from his top and Yoongi retrieves your treasured blanket in less than a minute.

He drapes it over your figure, placing a kiss on your nose as he does so. He fights the urge to immediately slip into the bed beside you, not wanting your sickness to worsen from whatever his clothes may have contracted over the day.

He lazily strips himself and changes into the first pair of sweatpants he sees. He also takes off the wet towel from your forehead, wiping down your face and neck with it before folding it and placing it onto the nightstand.

Finally, he climbs under the duvet beside you. Your body instinctively turns to face his.

Yoongi doesn't expect to feel your lips on his cheek.

"Thank you. I really don't deserve you," you whisper. You drape an arm across his chest and roll onto your stomach, letting out a small moan of pain as you do so.

"You do, baby."

You deserve a lot more than just him taking care of you. You deserve the world itself in your hands and Yoongi knows that if you were to ever ask, he would give it to you in a heartbeat. He would give you the world and so much more.

He leans over your body to switch off the lamp.

"I love you," you whisper, a small yet content smile drawn on your face.

"I love you too."

Nuts - ||k.nj||

Description: how had Namjoon ended up in this situation? What do you mean he had to actually make a connection instead of fucking your brains out?

Genre: Oneshot, Non-idol AU, Rapper!Namjoon x Makeup Artist f!reader, strangers-to-lovers, Too Hot To Handle inspired, SMUT SMUT SMUT!! Hopeful ending. 

Warnings: Namjoon is a bit of a player and full of himself, just smut overall with a hopefully balanced plot, eventually he’ll get back in touch with his feelings, this might be the longest oneshot I've written? Oral sex f receiving, fingering f receiving, grinding, slight exhibitionism.

Word Count: 8.5k+

Namjoon thought himself a reasonable person, horny, but reasonable. He never needed to go to extremes to get what he wanted, whether it be an artist he liked to feature on a song, or fuck the sexy girl that kept bringing champagne over to his table at club. She was leaning against the wall of some small maintenance closet, her back was arched as he pounded into her relentlessly.

Once they finished, he could tell she would want more, doing a not so subtle attempt at slipping her phone number into Namjoon’s back pocket. He smirked and walked out after fixing himself up, knowing full well this would be the last time he’d see her, Namjoon never came back for seconds once he had them. It was nothing against the women he slept with, he didn’t used to be this way, but a few instances of heartbreak and a toxic cycle of make up sex can lead one to denounce love all together and give into pure carnal desire.

Such was Namjoon’s case.

When he arrived at his table he noticed his manager, Jin, and his two best friends, Hoseok and Yoongi, did not receive him with the usual knowing smiles, granted, this time he hadn’t waited long to ditch them for some pussy. Namjoon usually gave it about an hour or two into an outing before temporarily or permanently leaving his friends, but he supposed tonight he really needed a quick fix.

“Why do y’all look like you’re mad at me?” he asked, taking a seat and picking at the chips and salsa that had been placed at the center of their table.

The VIP section of the club was nice, it had a great mix of different low and high-grade celebrities, Namjoon liked to think he was making his way up from the low end of the spectrum, now that he’d been picked up a small label and his mixtape would go from SoundCloud to mainstream platforms.

“We’ve barely been here for half an hour, Namjoon-ah,” Jin complained, holding the bridge of his nose between his index finger and his thumb, Namjoon just continued to stare at him confused. “Well, it’s not my fault, every time she was serving us drinks her tits were right there, and I don’t know if you noticed but they were beautifully proportioned,” he smiled cheekily.

His friends didn’t reciprocate it.

“The label signed you up for a reality show,” Jin stated bluntly, Namjoon almost thought he heard a record scratch, “why?”

“They think it’s good exposure for you,” the older shrugged, “plus it’s like a retreat, you get to stay in a villa with other people and you play games through the summer to win a cash prize.”

“Will I get to keep the cash prize when I win?” he asked, Yoongi and Hoseok sharing a look of annoyance at their friend’s cockiness.

Namjoon had never really been the cocky type, but once his mixtapes and albums started getting hundreds of thousands of streams, and girls seemed to follow him like bees in search of honey, he’d seemed to have his feet a little too far off the ground, and it got worse once he was signed to the label.

“The label is considering it if you create enough buzz around yourself.”

“Well then, I guess I have my work cut out for me,” he smiled, dimples on full display.

You kept refreshing your email every minute, you needed this opportunity, you needed this. It had been your dream since becoming a makeup artist to open your own salon. You were tired of taking clients in the small living room of your studio apartment.

You had been looking for an investor for months when you finally found one that had been interested in your business. He had arranged an interview with you and had asked for a portfolio of your work, just to see what you offered would be worth what you were asking, everything in the interview suggested it was. You were told to wait about a week for them to get back to you, and now that it had been a couple days after the week mark you were starting to get nervous.

The notification sound of a new email made your heart start to race.

From: Hwang Jongdae

Subject: Investment on 2!3! Beauty Salon

Good morning, miss Yn,

After careful consideration of your proposal, we have unfortunately decided that we will not move forward…

You didn’t need to read the rest of the lengthy email, you slammed your laptop shut, immediately reaching for your phone to call your sister, tears inevitably escaped your eyes as soon as she picked up your call.

“Ynie what’s wrong?” She asked, her face showing immediate concern. You explained the situation to her through sobs and snot.

“I don’t know what to do!”

“You could come out with me and Danbi, we are going to the club tonight, maybe you’ll find some rich drunk guy that will invest in your salon.”

You were apprehensive at first, but in the end here you were, in the middle of a night club making somewhat conversation with some guy who’d long taken off his suit jacket and tie, you weren’t planning on anything, you just wanted to someone to converse with since your sister and her girlfriend had ditched you to go dancing.

It wasn’t your fault you had ended up outside making out. You were just sad and needed some cheering up, making out with a stranger sounded like a quick fix, and maybe you’d get a room somewhere and you could enjoy the brief happiness that came with having a one night stand

“Well, I think, your story could make for great reality TV,” his speech was slightly slurred as he pulled away, a sign that the glass he was somehow still holding was definitely not one of the first ones he’d had tonight, “I’m casting this…um…competition show, you get to spend the summer in a pretty villa with pretty people and play games, you can win a SHIT load of money,” he kept leaning toward you, you had to hold back the urge to puke as his breath reeked of alcohol.

You were interested as soon as he mentioned money, you didn’t care what kind of competition it was, you would do anything to make your dream into reality, even if it meant participating in some stupid TV show and dealing with dumb people.

Namjoon was a bit upset about giving up his phone the night before their first day of shooting, but this retreat was meant to be a place where he could disconnect entirely. Which wasn’t an entirely bad idea, the past few weeks was mainly a lot of paperwork and filming his intro for the show, apparently, he’d be the “first to arrive.”

He was happy to see champagne set up on a hightop table, he served himself a glass and waited, other guys started showing up, and then the girls started showing up as well, and to say he was pleasantly surprised was an understatement, all the women were beautiful and when you walked in? 

Namjoon quickly knew that you'd be his target.

He was immediately attracted to you, for a moment he really thought that whoever was up there, if there was anyone, must've put you right there, you were exactly the type he went for when he looked for a quick lay. You were wearing a full body bathing suit, given that the villa was at a beachfront, like shows like these often were. Your hair was down in what he assumed was its natural form, and your make up accentuated your face's features beautifully.

The rest of the girls immediately went to greet you, while the men just stared and spoke amongst themselves about who they liked, it was mostly varied answers. The six girls were the stereotypical body type you’d see in shows like these, although some were definitely on the curvier side, all from different places, the guys were pretty much the same, all well built and mouth-watering.

“Okay so to catch you up to speed…um” one of the girls spoke.

“Yn”

“Right, we have all been scanning the boys and let me tell you, it’s going to be a bloodbath,” she chuckled, as did all the others. She introduced herself as Andrea, and the other girls introduced themselves shortly after.

They walked you over to where the high-tops were, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t notice the way the beautiful dragon-eyed man was devouring you with his gaze, and regardless of your small cover-up skirt and your full body bathing suit, you felt very much naked and aroused. If his gaze alone could do that, what could he do to you?. You had no time to calm your racing heart as he approached, his tall frame towered over you.

“Hey,” his voice sounded like honey, “my name is Namjoon, what’s yours?” he wasn’t subtle at all with the way his eyes trailed up and down your body.

“Yn,” you held your hand out to him “nice to meet you Namjoon,” he took it, bringing your knuckles up to his lips to kiss, you quickly took your hand away.

“What, you don’t like chivalry?”

“You don’t seem like the type to do it genuinely,” you admitted.

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to prove you wrong.”

Your neck was hurting badly, you didn’t realize how close he’d gotten to you, making his stature much more than what you had initially suspected. Namjoon enjoyed the vertical advantage, as it gave him a perfect view to your tits, so beautiful and round, he could feel himself slowly harden, he was ready to tell you to come with him to one of the rooms so you could act upon it, when the host of the show finally showed up.

“Hello guys!” he was a beautiful man as well, did this show only look for good looking people? The producer you’d met said you’d be with pretty people, but this was another level, what a major boost to your ego. “I’m Taehyung, welcome Games in Paradise!” Everyone cheered and clapped as the host gave a pretty boxy smile, “you’ll spend the rest of your summer here, where if you succeed with our challenges, you will win a fantastic prize! Your first challenge will be announced later on by the beach, please explore your home for the next two months and enjoy!” Cheers erupted from the small group again, and everyone dispersed after Taehyung walked away.

And explore you did, the villa was huge, it came fully equipped with everything one could only dream of having. The kitchen was fully stocked with a bunch of fancy appliances for your convenience, the bathrooms were gorgeous and came with both a standing shower and a bathtub, the sleeping area had six queen sized beds and nightstands were full of things to make all the sex everyone was planning on having more enjoyable, from condoms to toys, to lube; a few rooms were locked and you weren’t sure why, but no one really cared, considering everyone starting breaking off into duos and small groups to start enjoying their time there.

(T-4 hours)

Andrea, and yourself were enjoying sun-tanning on the lounge chairs right in front of the pool, your cover-ups long gone as your asses in full display as you laid on your stomach. You were reading a book you had picked out of the villa’s small bookcase, while your newly found friend had her eyes closed.

“So, you and Namjoon huh?” she spoke, you looked up to see her sunglasses down to the tip of her nose as she stared at you suggestively. “He’s hot as fuck, anyone here would stupid not to be turned on by his mere sight,” you shrugged.

“The way he was looking at you I thought he was going to fuck you right then and there!” she giggled. You sighed in response and went back to reading your book, mainly to distract yourself from the godly man you’d met, and the many things you wished he’d do to you, so your wetness wouldn’t ruin your favorite swimsuit.

Namjoon was watching you from far away, two of the guys he’d met on either side of him also watching the girls they so badly wanted. Namjoon would enjoy his time here, whether it was with you, or someone who offered to help with his urges sooner. “Okay,” he stood up from his spot, “y’all can enjoy staring and not touching, I’m going in,” he started walking off when he felt a smack in his ass, surely from Jimin, one of the guys he’d been seating with, and his newest friend.

As he walked down to the lounge chairs he noticed someone else taking your friend away, leaving you alone.

Perfect, no interruptions, he thought.

“Hello again,” greeted you once he was close enough to you, he sat down at the spot your friend was previously laying on, his eyes shamelessly enjoying the view of your ass.

“If we still had our phones I’d tell you to take a picture,” you quipped, Namjoon looked back to your face and found you had been staring at him, he flushed slightly at being caught, but got himself together fairly quickly.

“Can you blame me when you have such a wonderful ass?” he chuckled, his dimples in full display which only made him more attractive in your eyes. The silence wasn’t awkward, but it was definitely filled with tension, you took off your sunglasses, a small smirk on your face “I bet you’d love to fuck it wouldn’t you?”

Namjoon wasn’t expecting such a bold response. He choked on his own saliva and got into a coughing fit as he heard you cackle loudly. When it finally subsided, he noticed you’d left, leaving a water bottle at his feet and a note on the lounge chair you had been seated on not so long ago.

Meet me in the sleeping area ;)

(T- 30 minutes)

There truly was no way of explaining your current predicament. How had you ended up like this so quickly? It was truly all a blur.

All you knew was that you were straddling Namjoon, dry-humping his erection over his swimming trunks, and making out ferociously.

Namjoon felt his dick getting impossibly stiff as you rubbed your pussy against it, your moans swallowed by his lips as he put his tongue down your throat. He played with your tits, massaging one of the mounds with one hand and holding your ass with another. “Can I pull down the straps?” he groaned as you moved to kiss him behind his ear and down his sharp jawline; you managed to muster a pathetic ‘mmhmm’ and you felt your nipples brushing against his chest and then being pinched and rolled between Namjoon’s thumb and index finger.

“Your body is so gorgeous,” he complimented before putting the breast he was playing with in his mouth, making you arch your back and moan as he sucked and licked it to his heart’s content. When he released your breast from his mouth he slowly dragged his hand down to your core, expertly moving your swimsuit aside and using his thumb to rub your already sensitive bundle of nerves, “fuck!” you moaned, he then moved his hand so that his thumb continued to rub your clit as he inserted his finger inside of you, “so wet for me,” he added another, “so tight,” and another “can’t wait to fuck this slick, tight pussy until you can’t walk” his fingers curved deliciously against your walls and you could feel the coil of pleasure tightening inside you.

“Take off your pants,” you managed to plead.

“Hmm?”

“Take off your pants, please, I want to rid-”

“Hello,” a robotic voice interrupted your pleas, scaring you so badly you almost ended up falling off of Namjoons lap. He gently took his fingers out of you and fixed up your swimsuit just in case someone was about to walk in. “Who the fuck is there?!” Namjoon asked sternly, carefully moving you off his lap.

“My name is Lana,” that’s when you finally noticed the small cone on top of a decorative table. “I hope you are enjoying the retreat, please head down to the palapa, it should be next to the place you arrived at today.”

You and Namjoon stared at each other, having a mental conversation on whether you actually wanted to or not, ultimately going back to making out. Namjoon wanted you so badly, and the stupid Lana robot had definitely not made him any harder, but he was sure he’d be back to it once you guys got back in the mood.

“Hurry up, lovebirds.” Lana’s robotic timbre interrupted them yet again, making you fall backwards on the bed “ugh!” You complained, “Let’s go before she becomes more of a buzz kill.”

You sat next to Namjoon, his arm was around your shoulders. You saw Andrea sitting among some of the girls, one of them in particular, Jihee you thought was her name, was throwing daggers at you with her eyes. All you could do was give her a tight-lipped smile, looking away from her as the small cone that had scared you earlier slowly rose up on a platform in the middle of the table.

“Hello, contestants,” her multicolored light blinked as she spoke, “I have gathered information during this first day of the retreat.” Everyone looked at each other, in a very ‘what the fuck’ kind of way because up until she spoke, you had thought her to be a very fancy diffuser, “it has been most insightful.”

“What the fuck does she mean?” Andrea spoke up.

“The purpose of the retreat is to have you create deep, meaningful, emotional connections, instead of the meaningless flings you’ve all been having.”

“So… have platonic relationships with women?” Jimin looked confused, he didn’t have to wait long for an answer.

“To incentivize you not to do this, I have set the prize money to one-hundred thousand dollars.”

‘Oh my god’s’ were spread out through the group, as they all talked about what that amount of money could do for them, you opened up to Namjoon and Andrea who were the people sitting closest to you, “that money could definitely get me my salon!”

“You’re a hairdresser?” Andrea asked.

“Makeup artist, but I’m planning on having a full service salon,” you smiled sweetly, Namjoon found the sparkle in your eye somewhat endearing when you talked about your dream, but, he couldn’t let himself dwell on it for long, he wanted a good lay, not a deep connection, deep connections had only caused him pain.

“However,” Lana interrupted the group’s chatter, “there are conditions to your stay in order to win the prize,” you hoped the collective complaint wasn’t missed on the small cone, although you were sure it was, it was a robot after all.

“There will be no kissing.”

Your eyes widened, as did most of the groups. “Well, she only said kissing right?” Jihee said.

“No heavy petting.” 

“This is fucking stupid,” Daniel, one of the guys Namjoon had been hanging out with spoke.

“No sex of any kind, this includes self-gratification,” the chorus of what’s and no’s that broke out from the group were immediate, and you felt regretful, if you had cut to the chase sooner you could’ve gotten a really good dicking from Namjoon, and now you were all going to be blue balled.

Or were you?

(Day 2)

You woke up the next morning comfy, you and Namjoon decided you would share a bed, and his muscular arms held you tightly, and you felt protected in a way. You hadn’t been one for cuddling in a long time, not since your last relationship almost 4 years ago. It had ended quite tumultuously, especially due to its toxic and suffocating nature. It was mainly why you had one night stands, you didn’t have to cuddle if you didn’t want to, you could just leave right after.

You also didn’t miss Namjoon’s morning wood against your ass, no one was awake yet aside from you, so you decided to be a little risky and pretend like you were adjusting yourself, only to rub up on Namjoon’s dick some more. His grip tightened at your hips, you felt his breath against your ear as he groaned.

“You better stop that, or I’ll fuck you just like this,” he whispered, you could feel yourself getting slick at his words, how badly you wanted him follow through. “Don’t you want the money?” you whispered back, doing your best to hold your moans as he grinded against your ass, “Lana is a dumb fucking robot, how will she know?”

Fuck it.

That’s how you ended up with your shorts and underwear halfway down your legs, and with Namjoon’s fingers deep in your pussy, just like last night. You were biting your pillow and doing your best to hold back your moans. “You ready for me baby?”

Best you could do was reach back and touch him, you wanted to keep quiet just in case someone heard you. He slowly teased your entrance with the tip of his cock, you had yet to see it but when it breached you, you could tell he was thick, and as he slowly fed himself into your pussy, it was ten times harder to stay quiet. Yup. He was definitely big. 

He fucked you slowly, and he had to hold himself back as well, your pussy felt so good and it almost felt like you sucked him in deeper with every thrust, he wanted to rail you, to make you scream and moan so that everyone knew just how good he fuck you. “You’re taking my cock so well,” he praised you, causing you to clench harder on him, “if you keep doing that I’m going to cum,” you answered, “why don’t you hmm? Maybe I’ll pump full of my cum too, and make you keep it in so no one knows what we did,” he bit your earlobe and you almost moaned out loud. The coil in your stomach snapped, and your back arched from the pleasure the beautiful man behind you was giving you, it wasn’t long before he came as well, and just like he said, you were filled to the brim.

After your morning shower and getting yourself ready, you were out and about with the girls hanging out in the pool, it was a hot, sunny day, and you were having fun hanging out with the gals.

“Were you okay this morning, Yn? I thought I kept hearing moan?” Jihee asked, making the rest of the girls turn to you. You and Namjoon had agreed to not tell anyone about your little escapade this morning. “I was having a really bad nightmare, I’m sorry,” you smiled apologetically.

Jihee didn’t seem to believe you, meanwhile the other girls rushed to ensure you were okay, they kept asking what your nightmare was about, thankfully, before the show you’d have a really bad one, so you used that one for your story, they didn’t know it wasn’t recent. However, you didn’t miss the angry looks from Jihee, but you didn’t have much time to dwell on it, as the guys came over to the pool to get you, stating that Lana had called for you all to go to the palapa.

You sat next to Namjoon again, who placed his arm on the armrest behind you. You were staring off, not really setting your eyes on one thing until they landed on his thighs. They were so thick and muscular, you wondered what riding them felt like, perhaps that could be the next thing you and Namjoon sneaked off to do.

“Hello, contestants,” the small cone in the middle of the table spoke, everyone greeted it back. “It has come to my attention someone may have broken the rules,” everyone stared around, except for Namjoon, who was playing with the leftover fabric of the headband you were wearing.

“No one’s done anything Lana,” Jimin stated.

“My cameras picked up movement and audio last night, are you sure?” The girls stared at you so quick you were worried they would break their necks, “Yn? You said you had a bad nightmare last night didn’t you?” Jihee’s voice was laced with cattiness, and you felt a slight tug to your headband.

“My cameras picked Namjoon, speaking also.”

“Her nightmare sounded pretty bad, I was whispering in her ear to calm her down, nothing happened,” the way he lied so effortlessly made you feel weird, and you remembered why you’d been single for so long, you didn’t want to be in another situation where you were gaslighted and lied to.

You were grateful that you had kept your movement so slow and subtle.

“Just a warning, if you are found breaking the rules, depending on what you do, you will lose money.”

All hell broke loose then.

(Day 14)

You had managed to go this far without you or Namjoon making a single sexual move, and it was killing him not being able to plow you like he wanted to. It was good because you weren’t the first to lose the group money, Daniel and Jihee were surprisingly the firsts to do so, Jihee had given head to Daniel twice in one day, losing twelve thousand dollars. Later on, Andrea and Jimin kissed a few times, losing six thousand dollars.

Namjoon thought that building an emotional connection was dumb, he’d done that before, and each time it ended in a heartbreak worse than the last, his most recent relationship being what made him swear off on relationships. The girl he had dated was someone he’d loved, he’d do everything for her, every song was for her, any money made from his music went to both his and her bills, he almost dropped his best friends for her. 

And then he found out she’d been cheating on him all along.

It absolutely broke him, he couldn’t understand why he wasn’t good enough, he’d always been a gentleman, he would spoil her, love her, why wasn’t that enough? 

He didn’t care anymore, when he had an urge he would go to the clubs, or even after a gig he would pull a fan he found hot and he would fuck them until he was satisfied, leaving shortly after, or if he was craving something more intimate he would cuddle them after for a little while, no deep conversation, no sob stories shared, no number exchange. No strings attached. It was the only way not to get hurt.

You were so nice, such a good fuck. He almost wished you had met a few years before, then again would he have looked your way? He always seemed to be dating women who only wanted him for his money, women who never appreciated the little things. You did. He’d made you coffee this morning, using the keurig in the kitchen because he knew he would burn the villa down if he did it like some of the others were making it. He did it because you had become somewhat friends, sexual tension aside, your conversations were great, even if they were forced at first to distract you both from how badly you wanted the other, maybe he’d leave this with you as a good friend. All the girls cooed at the nice gesture, and Namjoon visibly cringed “it’s just fucking coffee it doesn’t mean anything.”

Oh, how those words hurt you.

You had unfortunately developed a crush for the rapper. He was so incredibly smart, he had such wisdom and insight, and his face card was crazy. You had felt horny the first few days, after your small rendezvous, but that subsided once you had more and more conversations, you really like his brain. However, how you felt didn’t matter, he didn’t want you like that, you were someone he fucked once and that he wants to fuck again, nothing more, nothing less. So, maybe it was a good thing that new players came into the scene.

Lana announced them, and it wasn’t long before you spotted them walking down the beach, two men. Both men were absolutely ripped, one of them had a full sleeve and piercings, making you salivate at the sight, the other didn’t have any tattoos, but he had a somewhat big nose and a beautiful smile. When they arrived they quickly introduced themselves as Christopher and Jungkook. The latter seemed to have immediately set an eye on you as he immediately started conversing with you and tried to get to know you better. You and the others had to explain the rules to the newcomers, they weren’t exactly thrilled, but they got over somewhat quickly.

“Ynie, do you want to go talk somewhere else alone?” the doe-eyed man asked, and how could you say no to that pretty smirk. Namjoon didn’t really like it as he saw you walk away with the younger man.

“You can’t talk to her the way you did this morning and expect her not to move on,” Andrea spoke, Jimin giggled next to her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t care,” he clarified, making your friend roll her eyes.

“Attention, contestants,” Lana’s voice broke through the various conversations, “there will be a special event happening near the garden tomorrow, please go there in the morning.”

“What’s in it for us anyway?” Chris spoke up.

“The person who shows the most progress and success will win a date with a person of their choosing,” now that changes things.

(Day 15)

Without words. That’s what the workshop was called.

Lana had paired all of you up, and you had ended up being paired with Jungkook, whilst Namjoon was paired with Jihee. Namjoon wasn’t one to be possessive of the people he fucked, but it wasn’t that he fucked you before, you were his friend, and Jungkook seemed like he was up to no good, what with the big deceitful doe eyes.

You were excited though, it was a fresh start for you, maybe Jungkook will be able to give you that deep emotional connection you were supposed to look for. You hadn’t wanted it at first, but your growing feelings for Namjoon along with all the workshops you had done so far helped you realize that. This one in particular had two stages, the first one was picking up on your partner’s body language. You had to go for a hug with Jungkook showing a specific emotion, and he would have to guess it later, that emotion was excitement.

Once Lana gave you the go, you ran toward the pretty man and hopped on him, wrapping your legs around him. He quickly caught you, wrapping one arm around you and using his other hand to hold one of your legs up, you both were so giggly, and everyone in the group could tell you were enjoying each other’s company. Namjoon was hugging Jihee but he wasn’t putting that much effort in it, he was watching you and Jungkook, and the stupid shit eating grin he had whilst you hugged. How badly he wanted to be the one you had your legs wrapped around, he was getting a little upset at how long you were hugging this newcomer for, considering everyone had stopped except for you two.

“We don’t have all day!” Namjoon remarked, his tone was bitter. You didn’t realize you had embraced Jungkook for so long, you had connected a lot during his first day, you talked until the high hours of the night, so you felt good with him, it was easy. You let go and walked back, whispering I’m sorry’s to the group for the hold up. “The next stage is soul gazing, you will stare at your partner in silence, it encourages you to see and connect with your partner on a deeper emotional level,” Lana said.

The silence of everyone was quite comfortable, and watching Jungkook you felt such warmth and kindness emanating from him, and you also saw him tear up a bit. “You have a beautiful soul Ynie,” he admitted, and like the Grinch, you felt your heart grow three sizes from those words. Namjoon, however, was seething, who the hell is guy anyway, why is he making you swoon all the sudden? It was bullshit, absolute bullshit. After the workshop was finally over, Lana announced the winner, you.

“Yn, who do you choose to go on this date with,” the little cone asked, and everyone’s eyes were on you. The expectations were skewed, some were expecting you to pick Namjoon, and some were expecting you to pick Jungkook based on the past two days alone.

“Jungkook,” he had the prettiest smile, “wanna go on this date with me?”

“Yes!” He was very enthusiastic, giving you a quick side hug, the girls rushed to your side to help you get ready.

Namjoon was with the guys as they all watched Jungkook getting ready, he wasn’t very excited about the prospect of you going on a date with someone, he wanted you all for himself to enjoy and he couldn’t have that if you went with Jungkook. He heard Jimin giggling, noticing he’d been staring at him this whole time. “What?”

“Good thing you don’t have laser vision, poor Jungkookie would be dead if you did,” he continued to chuckle.

“I’m not even looking at him.”

“Give me a fucking break hyung, it’s obvious you are jealous of the guy, I mean just today’s workshop alone shows that,” Jimin explained, “if you like Yn you should shoot your shot.”

Did Namjoon like you? I mean he was definitely not repulsed by you, you were a smart, pretty girl. But how would he know you wouldn't use him? Sure you didn't seem like you would but what about when you were out in the real world?

“I'll be back,” Jungkook had a big grin on his face, “wish me luck!”

As Namjoon watched the youngest out of the men walk out, he decided he would get dressed himself, and get his frustration out with the punching bag at their designated workout area. Watching as he met you at the door to the villa. You were wearing a simple gray summer dress and it complimented your skin tone beautifully.

Jungkook was a little confused on why Namjoon was so adamantly upset at him, but he couldn’t worry about him right now, not when he was so excited to see you. You were incredibly nice to him when he arrived, and your conversation had been so wonderful when he’d pulled you aside. You talked about so many things, where you were from, what you did for work, what your goals were.

“I’m a tattoo artist! I’ve drawn most of the pieces I’ve gotten done,” he took off the shirt he was wearing, the white tank top underneath being the only thing keeping you from seeing his abs. His sleeve was beautiful, so incredibly colorful and full of life, he explained most of his tattoos, including the ones that were meant as cover-ups for others. Your eyes got lost in the way his muscles flexed as they trailed up his arm, eventually your gaze ended up meeting his.

He had stars in his eyes, and his smile seemed so incredibly genuine, he cocked his head to the side as he stared at you, “can I ask you something?” you nodded, “do you and Namjoon hyung have something going on? I don’t want to move forward with pursuing you if you are not available,” the question left you a bit stunned and you thought it through before deciding to trust Jungkook with the truth.

“We’ve had some serious sexual tension since we got here,” you admitted, “no one knows this but we actually fucked on our second night here,” the pretty man in front of you deflated a bit, and then it seemed to hit him, “so, not even the weird cone thing knows?”

“I mean she probably knows now,” you chuckled humorlessly. “Anyway, after that we agreed not to tell anyone, and we started building a friendship, I started sort of catching feelings, and I thought he was too, he would do little nice things for me, and then say something mean after,” you sighed, “so I’m not sure about him as person.”

Jungkook was a great listener, he stayed quiet and gave you his undivided attention the entire time you were talking, and now he sat pensive, looking up at the stars as he tried to come up with something to tell you, “I think you are really cool, Yn, and I think you deserve someone who will want you in every way, not just because you’re stunning” you blushed slightly at his words, “I would love to get to know you better and explore something with you, but if you want Namjoon that badly, then I don’t want to get hurt, going after girls who are emotionally unavailable or attached to someone else is exactly why I’ve become a man whore.”

You were shocked at his candor and honesty, but it endeared you to him and made you envy him. Why couldn’t you have your shit together? Why were your boundaries so unclear? Worst of all, a pretty guy who had treated you with nothing but respect wanted you… but your feelings for Namjoon were more, from the small coffee offering to conversations he would have with you about books you both had read, to deep conversations about each other’s life.

“You are a good person Jungkook.”

“But I’m not the kind of person you want.” You gave him a saddened smile, “I’m fine with being your friend Ynie, you are a good person too, and in time Namjoon will realize it too,” the night continued on with so much laughter, Jungkook felt like a long lost friend, and you were happy that life had brought him to you.

Namjoon was not happy. The people in the villa watched as he beat the absolute shit out of the punching bag in front of him, his jaw was clenched, and his mind was playing all the possibilities of what may happen on your date with Jungkook.

Did you do any of the things you'd done with him? Did you kiss him? Did you like him? Will you come back with a stronger connection and leave him to rot?

If you did he wouldn't blame you, he deserves every one of those things, especially after the way he'd treated you, all hot and cold. It truly isn't his fault, so many strings of wrong relationships, with the last one being a constant cycle of toxicity and gaslighting, which Namjoon can now admit he was a part of. Him and his last partner weren't good for each other, but they loved each other so intensely they didn't want to let go.

Love hard, hurt harder, you know?

He heard your unmistakable laughter along with his, and he started punching his bag harder. How long had he been standing here punching this poor bag? He didn't care, currently he was imagining Jungkook’s head on a stake.

“Namjoon?” Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts, he turned his gaze toward, whilst still in a punching stance, “can we talk?” Namjoon straightened up at that. He kinda liked the way you were checking how sweaty his body was, he didn't like your sudden frown however.

“Your knuckles are bleeding.” 

Were they? Surely he wasn't punching the bag that long that hard. But when he pulled up his hands to look at the damage he couldn't help but cackle.

“I guess they are.”

“Why don't you go take care of them and then we can talk, hmm?” You gave him a tight, close-lipped smile.

Fuck no.

There was no way he was letting you leave after you were the reason he'd been punching this bag, not when he'd spent the last however long wondering, overthinking, what you and Jungkook would possibly be doing. There was simply no way. It was almost a reflex the way his hand wrapped around your wrist, you barely had time to look at him before he pulled you away to a secluded corner of the villa, cornering you against the wall with both of his arms caging you in, droplets of sweat all over his body. 

It was crazy, the way your body seemed to respond so quickly to him, he heard the small whimper, and saw how you put your legs together, and fuck sake the way you were looking at him was like you were begging him to…

He wanted to do this right though. He moved away slightly, giving you some space to breathe, “what'd you wanna talk about Yn?”

“My date with Jungkook went well,” okay maybe not what he was expecting.

“Good for you?”

“I think we'll be great friends, him and I,” Namjoon suddenly felt himself taking a deep breath of relief. “Really?” The space he'd given you was gone again.

He hoped you could see just how affected he also was by you, how his own dick was stirring, having your body so close, having you so close. You must’ve sat there staring at each other for a few minutes, Namjoon’s gaze going back and forth between your lips and your eyes, there was so much he wanted to say, so much he wanted to do to you, with you. He leaned in slowly, your height difference making him bend down slightly, your eyes fluttered shut and he stopped just close enough that your noses were brushing together, you were so beautiful. Before you could ask him what was taking him so long he connected your lips in a delicious, passionate kiss, your tongues explored each other’s mouths and your hands held onto his shoulders.

Namjoon was the first to pull away, only to move his kisses down to your jaw and eventually your neck, causing you to let out little moans, they were the prettiest sound to Namjoon. He found himself reaching for the shorts you had worn under your gray dress, “may I take these off?” he asked, his eyes hooded and filled with want, all you could do was let out a pathetically high-pitched ‘yes’. He hooked his thumbs at the waistband, dragging your underwear down with it, he watched them pool at your feet and then knelt down, “is this okay?” you felt his breath against your center, making you squirm slightly.

“Yes.”

He dove right in, licking the length of your slit, groaning at how aroused you were and he had barely done anything to you. He moved on to your clit, wrapping his lips around the bundle of nerves and sucking gently, causing your moans to become slightly louder, “you gotta keep quiet for me baby,” he instructed you when he briefly pulled away to catch his breath, the sight of the lower half of his face glistening with your wetness making you almost want to orgasm right then. He started eating you out again, this time adding his fingers to the mix, and you had to cover your mouth to make sure your moans wouldn’t be heard all over the villa. You felt yourself closer and closer to your climax and Namjoon could too, your walls squeezed his fingers tightly almost as if wanting to keep them prisoner, and he wanted nothing more than to replace them with his cock, especially because it was so painfully hard. You wanted that too, you wanted nothing more than for this to go all the way, but you felt that in order for what you wanted to work, things had to be different.

“Namjoon, stop” he immediately moved away from you, gently removing his fingers. You took a moment to catch your breath, as he slowly pulled up your shorts and underwear and fixed your dress for you, “did I hurt you?” he asked, holding your hips, looking genuinely concerned at your sudden request. He had an almost boyish charm when this side of him was shown to you, so sweet, so gentleman-like, why would he not be like this always?

“No, I just,” you sighed, putting your hands on his chest, “I like you Namjoon, I would like for us to try and get to know each other, for us to get the chance to see if this could go anywhere, but I’m not sure if that’s what you want, and I need to know, because I don’t want to be pining for someone that just wants me for sex.”

Your confession surprised him, he hadn’t thought that all your conversations and your sexual tension would lead to anything more than maybe a friends with benefits kind of situation. However, considering how he's been reacting to the possibility of you and Jungkook together, maybe he did want to explore more.

“I'd love to get to know you more Ynie,” he flashed his dimpled smile at you, and you felt your heart fluttering. Jumping into his arms for a hug in which Namjoon made sure to hold you extra tight. Maybe this was the beginning of his healing.

(Day 27)

The rest of the stay at the villa was great for you two, Namjoon was so very thoughtful, he made you fresh coffee every morning, and you guys had a reading date every afternoon, where you shared the big love seat by the pool, laying back on his chest as he held whatever book you were reading in front of both of you.

People weren't too happy once Lana deducted the money for your offense after your date with Jungkook, and they were even more distraught when they found out what shenanigans you'd been up to on your second night there, you had lost them so much money the price money was down to forty-five thousand dollars. Jihee almost jumped you, thankfully Jungkook was there to hold her back. Speaking of, you ended up having another girl show up, a sweet blonde named Maddie who immediately caught Jungkook’s attention. It was great seeing your friend happy. You guys would have chats by the pool when you got a chance and update each other on the happenings of your relationships. 

Lana had also been a bit more liberal by giving you all bracelets, when they lit up you’d be allowed to kiss the other person, this would only happen if your emotional connection had been proven to strong and genuine.

Although you and Namjoon were still very much in the eyes of everyone, “getting to know each other,” that would all change three days before you left the villa. You honestly had no clue when he had the time, but when Lana announced you were going on a date with Namjoon, everyone seemed to be beaming at the idea. He told you to dress nice. So you opted for a two-piece white set, with a loose halter top, white loose shorts, and wedges. Turns out you were going on a boat ride.

“Oh my god Joon,” you beamed as he helped you sit down at the front of the boat, where an assortment of sushi was waiting for you. You sailed along, enjoying the sun on your skin, and the beautiful man that kept feeding you sushi, especially since even if he tried to show you how to use chopsticks you still couldn’t keep the sushi in your grasp for long. You talked some more about life, and you ended up opening up to one another.

“My last relationship was like, three years ago,” he started, “she basically only wanted me for my money, but I didn’t really notice, I just wanted to love and be loved, and I thought that I was being good, I spoiled her, gave her everything and she still cheated on me, so I swore off relationships and became a man-whore,” he chuckled bitterly. “My last relationship was four years ago, it was very toxic, he basically made me feel bad for not always wanting to be on his dick, or because I spent time with my friends and not him, he went around telling everyone our business but always left out how awful he was to me.” You had been staring at the horizon, the sun slowly setting bringing golden hour to you.

“Eventually when we broke up, he tried getting back together with me, and when I said no, he started shit-talking my friends and myself, and all I could do was watch as they got tired of dealing with me and my drama, so now I only had my sister to rely on,” you felt Namjoon’s hand on your cheek, he watched with sorrowful expression, “you were crying.”

“I swore off relationships after that too, I have never felt more alone than during that time, and I didn’t want to feel like that again.”

“I know at first I didn’t do the best job at not making you feel that way, but I hope I can help you feel less lonely,” Namjoon said, still caressing your cheeks, you felt your wrist vibrate, seeing the big green checkmark on your watch, Namjoon had the same. You were ready to lean in to kiss him, but he stopped you.

“Before we kiss,” he started, “getting to know you has been amazing, I find myself learning some much about myself and slowly coming back to who I was before all the bullshit. I want us to be real, I want to go back to the real world and make it work with you, would you be my girlfriend Ynie?” Your cheeks hurt from how wide you were smiling, you never really thought of yourself getting back into a relationship, you had sworn you were too damaged for something like that, but maybe this was the start to your healing. “I want to make it work in the real world too, I’d love to be your girlfriend,” his dimpled smile gave you butterflies, and as his other hand reached your cheek to fully cup your face, he closed the space between you with a kiss that had been different from the ones before, the others were hungry, desperate, and horny, this one was slow, passionate, and breath-taking. You felt your wrist vibrate again, making you pull away much to your dismay.

“I’m excited for the outside world together,” his gaze was sweet and soft, something you had never seen. He laid back, opening his arms up so you could cuddle.

“Me too,” you smiled, quickly moving your picnic stuff out of the way and scooting over, you laid his head on his chest, you heard his heart beating so fast and so loud, “your heart is about to beat out of your chest,” you giggled.

“I was so fucking nervous,” you looked up at him, “but I am happy I think, hopefully we’ll make it through.”

Fingers crossed.

Just because Boyfriend Honey is in the works and its got me giddy🫠 How the hell do yall settle on a bias in Monsta X?????? Because I just cant....and I dont wanna

MASTER LIST

MIN YOONGI

HELPING HANDS

Smut. Drabble. Roommates to lovers. 3.2k words.

Summary: an innocent intention of helping you with your back pain, turns out to be a breaking point of Yoongi's resistance. 

LOVE LANGUAGE

Smut. Fluff. Drabble. Established relationship/marriage au. 3.8k words

Summary: Just Yoongi and his love language. 

SO HIM

Fluff. Drabble. Established relationship. Words: 1.2k

Summary: You and Yoongi miss each other, so he comes to give you a quick visit.

JEON JUNGKOOK

BIRTHDAY BUMPS

Smut. Fluff. Drabble. Established relationship/marriage au. 4.2k words

Summary: it's his birthday and you decide to make it special. Giving him the gift that he asked you months ago.

RACE ME TO HAPPINESS

Fluff. Drabble. Best Friends to Lovers. 1.7k words

Summary: Your urge to beat Jungkook in a race makes you realize how deeply you have fallen for him. 

LOST CAUSE?

Angst. Marriage au/ established relationship. Infidelity. SERIES.

Summary: You always wondered, how would your life turn out to be if you and Jungkook had a baby? So, when you finally conceive and decide to tell your husband that you are pregnant, you didn't expect him to drop this bomb on you. You never would've thought that the surprise you planned would end up in agonized tears because of the shock your husband brings you. 

REQUEST: Jungkook's surprise birthday party. (Fluff. Short drabble. Suggestive smut)

Chronologically: Chap 1. Chap 1.5 Chap 2. Chap 3. Chap 4. Chap 4.5. Chap 5(soon)

KIM NAMJOON

ITS A LONG NIGHT - KNJ PJM

Smut. Threesome. Namjoon×Reader×Jimin. Established relationship. Drabble. 2.3k words.

Summary: In the midst of a steamy threeway session with your lover boys, you are again reminded of who 'really' is the one in charge.

PARK JIMIN

ITS A LONG NIGHT - KNJ PJM

Smut. Threesome. Namjoon×Reader×Jimin. Established relationship. Drabble. 2.3k words.

Summary: In the midst of a steamy threeway session with your lover boys, you are again reminded of who 'really' is the one in charge.

KIM SEOKJIN

REQUEST: 1. Jin and Y/N on a trekking trip with the members. (Fluff. Short drabble.)

REQUEST: Jin and Y/N's date ft. An unexpected guest. (Fluff. Short drabble. Slightly suggestive)

JUNG HOSEOK

FUCK AROUND AND..?

Drabble. Smut. Hoseok × Reader. Established relationship. Words 1.7k.

Summary: Being neglected can bring out the brat inside you, little do you know that he loves to be the brat tamer.

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I had the most steamy boyfriendy Hyungwon dream last night and ive been horngry (like hangry but horny) all day because of it.

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