Boyfriend Minhyuk

❤️‍🔥💭 Boyfriend Minhyuk💭❤️‍🔥

The Best Friend Boyfriend

A/N: this one kinda just got away from me lol I don't know what happened. So if it's longer than the others, that's why :)

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Emotionally💕:

Since I share a sign with this man, I can speak a little on how I think he operates in relationships. Similar to our Pisces Bunny, Minhyuk is very in tune with his emotions. Meaning he will know how he feels about you immediately. And he will make sure you know how he feels. IMMEDIATELY. I also feel like his relationships generally stem from close friendships since he's so selective about his circle. Isn't a huge fan of the dating game, finds it to be too tedious.

Very loyal. Very honest. Sometimes to a fault. He doesn't mean any harm by telling you the truth, so don't take it to heart. He's not for the sensitive types.

"Not that one."

Hearing Minhyuk's voice just now puts you off guard, startling you a bit. The last time you asked for his opinion, he merely shrugged without taking his eyes off his Instagram feed so you hadn't exchanged any words since.

Before that, he hadn't said a word other than to complain about being dragged into some tiny corner store boutique against his will. It was a place you hadn't paid much mind in passing, usually on the way to that Mexican grill Minhyuk always wanted to eat at. You just never had a reason to go in until now.

"Huh?" You frowned, looking back at him over your shoulder with your fingertips slotted between two hangers. As ironically uninterested Minhyuk appeared to be in what you were doing, the way he always looked like a supermodel posing was aggravating. Even in just a black tee tucked lazily in light-washed denim, shades perched on his crown to keep his chestnut tresses from obstructing his view of his phone, he was just one of those people who didn't have to do much to be stylish. It's just effortless for him.

Standing by looking as uninterested as any man would be watching his girl best friend thumb through clothes mindlessly, Minhyuk takes his hand from his pocket to point at the floral chiffon dress that held your attention longest.

"Not that dress." He states plainly, now stowing his phone in his back pocket and approaching you. He kept his eye on the dress you held up by the hanger with a slight cringe on his face. You mirrored his expression, looking at the dress you held as if you couldn't understand why he seemed so affronted by it.

"What? Why.. what's wrong with it?" You pout and Minhyuk snorts dryly before taking a pinch of the thin fabric between his fingers.

"Feels weird. Plus it seems pretty out of season don't you think?"

You laughed at that, hearing him sound so knowledgeable of such things. He looked like he did but fashion was never something the two of you discussed.

Your mouth opens to defend the dress you were only considering but it shuts the second Minhyuk is plucking it from your hands and hanging back on the rack.

"Plus it just screams 8th grade prom or Easter service. And I know neither of those are why we're in here." He adds, effectively ending that conversation.

"Ok..." you mutter under your breath, glancing at the dress one more time. It wasn't that bad, but then the image of you stumbling awkwardly in kitten heels back in 2008 in that exact dress makes you cringe.

You're about to reach for another one that's less frilly and a solid pastel shade when Minhyuk makes a sound of disgust.

"DEFINITELY not that one either. I'd rather you pick the Easter dress over that.."

"Oh my god...You know that spot at the front of the boutique with the chairs and crusty fashion magazines and stuff. You can go sit over there and wait for me. You don't have to hover." You gesture over Minhyuk's shoulder and he glances back with that sexy little smirk of his that stuck in your mind when you didn't want it to. He turns back to you with a brow lifted, looking you up and down to size you up.

"Apparently I do. You can't be trusted to do this alone. You were about to pick that." He snarks, nodding towards the floral catastrophe again.

You refused to give the dress any more thought as you huffed an exasperated sigh, slapping your thighs as you slumped in defeat.

"Well since you know every damn thing about dresses, you pick." You fold your arms just below your chest, tipping your chin toward the long rack of dresses that extends past where the two of you stand.

Minhyuk's gaze skates along the rack and he follows it to the window before turning back to you.

With that damn smirk on his handsomely smug ass face.

"You sure?" He tilts his head and you nod, hesitantly of course.

"If it's decent, yes. But...you have to tell me why it's better than any dress I've looked at."

Minhyuk eyes you for a moment, narrowing his gaze thoughtfully before smiling. He didn't want to be in here any longer than he had to be. The lighting was bad, it smelled like old lady, and whatever station they had playing overhead spun nothing from this decade or the one before it. Plus he was hungry and had his mouth set on fajitas so he was all for speeding up the process.

"Deal."

You couldn't subdue the anxiety along with the smirk of amusement on your face as you watched Minhyuk skim through the aisles, grazing the dresses with the tips of his fingers in passing. His expression was serious with a scrutinizing scowl on the several options before him, as if he were some sort of celebrity stylist dressing you for the Grammys.

But you followed behind him quietly, trying not to fall too deep into the broadness of his shoulders and the peak of his back tattoo just barely visible from the way his collar slouched.

Eventually, he stops at a section of more formal-looking dresses, his eye going up towards an array of gowns you'd never see yourself in on a good day.

It's a vermillion body-con with a sweetheart neckline and high thigh slit. You could tell from how defined the waistline was that it was very tight and left little to the imagination. Imagining yourself squeezing into that made a giggle bubble from your chest.

"Um...Minhyuk, I don't think.." you begin, silenced when your best friend's eyes light up.

"No...This is it. This is the one." He grins, reaching up immediately to lift the hooked hanger from the rack and pulling the dress away from the others to show you as if you hadn't seen it already.

The pride in his face was borderline heartbreaking and your smile hurt from how forced it was.

"Well?" He furrows his brow expectedly and you struggle to find the words.

"Well, it's...It's very...red." You half cringe and Minhyuk frowns at you as if he's offended.

"You don't like it?"

"No... it's not that I don't like it. It's just so...red.." you blanch and Minhyuk exhales impatiently.

"Yes, you said that."

"Well, you wanted my opinion! There it is.." you chuckle. Minhyuk rolls his eyes with a reluctant smile, breaking character from his serious celebrity stylist mug, and he steps closer to you.

"Yeah, but I thought you'd have more to say. So what if it's red? You like red don't you?"

"You like red. That's the only reason you picked it. Plus did you even check the size? I can't fit that.." you lean closer to examine the tag.

"You think I've been around you all this time and don't know your size? Look.." he scoffs and you ignore him while squinting to read the size printed on the tag.

Much to your surprise, it's your exact size.

Hmm.

"Lucky guess." You muse, all to Minhyuk's satisfaction.

"No such thing, my dear. Now would you like to know why I picked it for you? Or are you gonna keep making assumptions?"

His dedication to the task was adorable and you simply waved your hand, prompting him to carry on.

"Let's hear it." You perk your brow and Minhyuk grunts in amusement before straightening his posture, seamlessly falling back into his role. He clears his throat and you have to tuck your lips to keep from laughing as he sets out to state his reasoning.

"Besides it obviously being the best color in general, your skin just pops in red. I don't know why you don't wear it more often.."

He moves towards you, laying the dress over you as if to confirm his assessment. You tense a little from his sudden closeness, eyes fluttering up to his focused expression, but Minhyuk keeps his eyes low and on the dress draping over your body.

"I know you're shy sometimes about showing too much cleavage but this neckline would accentuate them in a classy way. And the way the zipper is kind of low shows off your pretty back.."

"You think my back...is pretty?" You ask, glancing goofily over your shoulder as if you could see your own back while trying not to giggle. But the moment he turns his eyes on you, the humor fades.

Minhyuk, like most Scorpios, is very seductive and flirty, but not in an overbearing way. He'll watch you for a while and get a read on what makes you smile and how to make you blush. He'll hold eye contact with you when you speak and smile when you look away. When he's feeling bolder than usual (like now), he's not letting you look away. He'll even take your chin and turn you so that you have no other choice but to look at him.

You didn't know why he was looking at you so intently. It was something you often witnessed him do with women he flirted with while you were out. Narrowing his eyes and tilting his head as if he could read their every thought.

But just as fast as he trapped you in his gaze, he blinked. Clearing his throat again, he continues speaking about the dress.

"I also like the slit here. Not too high but just enough for your legs to show when you walk. You shouldn't be hiding those from anyone.."

You look down at the mention of your thighs that were now pressing together subtly, furrowing your brow as Minhyuk spoke.

"..and the way the material has a bit of stretch tells me it's fitted and it'll cling to your body in a way that flatters you. You should wear your hair down for a more sultry look..."

Without warning, Minhyuk pulls the hair tie from your high ponytail and your hair falls around your face in waves that only existed because you let your hair air dry that morning. It falls naturally with a side part and Minhyuk proceeds to tuck the tresses on the less dominant side behind your ear with a satisfactory hum.

"Yeah..like that." He mutters, his eyes on you as if you were a piece of art he was appraising. And then there it was again, that look.

It catches you less off guard this time but the way Minhyuk's gaze drops to your lips has you blushing. You turn away, hiding behind your hair and mimicking the way he'd just tucked it behind your ear in a gesture that makes you blush harder.

"Um...Min... I'm looking for a dress to wear to my sister's graduation. Family and friends. This dress seems more appropriate for a.."

"Date?" Minhyuk completes the thought, his eyes still dark but with his brows lifted curiously. You blink up at him for a moment, stammering over your response.

"Um.Yes. I mean..yeah. I can't wear this for a family event. Id look crazy.." you shake your head, reaching for the dress hanger so that you can put it back where it belonged. Minhyuk lifted the dress out of your reach as he kissed his teeth.

"You'd look stunning. What are you talking about?"

You drop your arm with a sigh.

"You know what I mean. Don't get me wrong, the dress is gorgeous. Too gorgeous really. I just have no clue what chance I'd get to wear it.."

"Then just wear it for me. Duh." Minhyuk shrugs.

He said it as plainly as he'd suggest the two of you meet up downtown for drinks or when he'd give you directions on how to do something on your phone. He was always casual but there was something different this time.

For him.

It felt too personal to be casual.

"For you..." you repeat and he nods nonchalantly.

"Yeah..we go out often enough. Maybe one day I'll wanna go somewhere nice and it calls for something more mature.." he backpedals a little, donning that innocent smile of his that could convince you of almost anything.

"Right.." you chuckle after a beat, knowing damn well you knew what he meant. Hell, you felt it, fluttering in your chest and melting between your thighs.

For him...

"It's settled then. I'll get this for you and you'll buy me fajitas. Now let's find something for the graduation so we can get out of here. This music is making me nauseous..." Minhyuk huffs as he drapes the dress over his forearm, turning you around by the shoulder to face the rack of more casual dresses.

You say nothing more about the skimpy red dress he kept in his clutches as you thumbed through several less exciting garments, not really looking at them since your mind recounted what had just occurred between you and one of your closest friends.

Like, knows everything about your sublime dating life and past sexual experiences (good, bad, and embarrassing) type of close.

Has seen you on those bad days, hair and face a mess with mix match socks with a hole in the toe but you just refuse to throw them away and he scolds you every time he sees them ' kind of close.

He knew you. Well enough to know what'd you look good in and want to see it for himself.

And the idea of going out with him wasn't far-fetched either since you two shared meals at restaurants or went to clubs together enough. And he always let you know how you looked, making you blush most times when it was positive.

Which it usually was.

Maybe you were just overthinking this.

Perhaps he was simply implying that the dress he picked for you would look good on you because he knew you. Never mind the fact that you always felt something between the two of you that everyone seemed to acknowledge except you.

And him.

He couldn't have possibly meant anything more by it then...

Right?

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Physically💋:

Minhyuk doesn't really give a damn about societal rules and regulations. He's touchy and handsy with everyone. Usually respectfully but sometimes it's a bit much. If he's with someone he's dating and he wants to kiss them and play in their hair and smack their butt on the street, he'll do it.

He's EXTREMELY territorial (more than the first two), but ironically he's not the jealous type. He can experience the emotion of course but he doesn't feed into it. If anything, it turns him off of it becomes too much of a reoccurring theme in the relationship. So if he's extra grabby in front of other men, it's mainly to keep them away for his temper's sake. Not for your satisfaction. But you better know who you're with too.

"What's wrong?"

The music was loud so you know he didn't hear you the first time you asked. All you knew was that one second you were grinding with a stranger to that one SZA song you can't remember the name of, next you felt a cold grip on your wrist and Minhyuk's venomous glare shooting over your head at the guy who was just about to cop a feel of your ass.

You tried your best not to slur your words when Minhyuk pulled you away from the dance floor so abruptly and you were surprised you could keep up with him in your heels as he led you back to the bar.

"Minhyuk...what the.." you huffed then gasped at the way your best friend's hands clasped at your waist to lift you effortlessly from the ground to perch on the barstool. You blinked in surprise, having never been handled in such a way by him before, and the rest of your sentence dies with the rest of your feelings towards the guy you'd abandoned.

You didn't get a chance to get his name and with all the flashing lights and loud music, you weren't sure if he was even all that cute. He could dance though and he smelled good, things that while sober you'd consider mildly attractive.

Your wingman didn't seem to oppose him approaching you and your group of mutual friends when he asked you to dance.

So what the hell was the issue now?

Minhyuk says nothing to you once he settles next to you at the bar, his eyes on everyone but you as he leans over it. He seemed to be looking for the bartender when you reached over to touch his arm, regaining his attention.

When he looks at you, you lift your brow expectantly because you know he knows what you are thinking. He rolls his eyes, more at himself for causing a small scene than at you, and exhales his visible frustration.

"I don't know...That guy was a creep. I didn't like the way that he was dancing with you." He leaned close to say in your ear, shrugging dismissively when he pulled away. You caught a whiff of his cologne when he did, resisting the slightly inebriated urge to follow him as his words registered.

You tip your head back and pout at his response, recalling the way you were just winding your hips and damn near twerking on Minhyuk after a few shots when you all first got to the club.

Hell, he was always your dance partner on nights out.

"Like how? I dance with you like that all the time.." reiterate and Minhyuk side-eyes you before exhaling sharply through his nose, returning his attention to summoning the bartender.

"That's different." He shouts over the music before mouthing 'water', pointing at you and putting up two fingers when the cute brunette serving up drinks finally made eye contact with him. She nods in understanding and Minhyuk settles against the bar, turning around so his front is now facing the dance floor.

You watched his keen eyes scanning the crowd silently with an undeniable scowl on his face. Then your eyes traveled lower, mapping out the way his silk button-up with nothing underneath that's half tucked in that effortlessly fashionable Minhyuk way.

He's tall and slender, his black jeans hugging his slim legs that seem longer than you'd ever noticed them to be. He'd shed his leather jacket a while ago and it was draped over his forearm as he leaned his elbow against the bar. 

He looked good.

Like really good, and it takes some effort to stop yourself from staring at his handsome profile when your waters arrive. That was when Minhyuk turned around, pushing both glasses toward you with a stern look.

"Down both of those.."

In private, he was just about as affectionate as anyone would imagine him to be. Since he thrives off of intimacy, don't be surprised at him taking interest in your grooming and upkeep when things become more serious. Washing your hair. Painting your nails. Hell, I could even see him wanting to shave you because he's an expert at it and will ensure you don't have any ingrown hairs or bumps when he does it. I bet he's very nurturing when you're not feeling well or a little tipsy after a night out as well...

"I'm not helpless Min, I can manage..." you fuss as you watch your best friend remove your heels for you.

You were now back at your apartment, club night coming to an end after Jooheon almost punched a guy for looking at his girl too long.

You lived close and within walking distance of the clubs and bars you frequented, so it wasn't odd for Minhyuk to crash at your place when you insisted he was too drunk to find his way home.

Tonight, however, Minhyuk didn't seem to be in much of a drinking mood, not partaking in any of the shots from earlier and keeping close to you after making sure you drank some water. So when he stuck around after using your bathroom, you wondered vaguely why he wasn't preparing to head out.

Instead, he was kneeling on the floor in your living room, handling your feet with care contrasting the way he pulled you away from the dance floor and picked you up to set you on that barstool. You were standing so you had to balance with a hand on his shoulder to keep from wobbling, giggling every time he touched your leg.

"Please. I watched you almost break your neck three times tonight.." he chuckled, removing your other heel with one of his hands gently holding your ankle. It tickled a little, his fingers grazing your Achilles, and you had to bite down to keep from laughing.

"You did not." You roll your eyes.

Admittedly, you were still a little tipsy despite chugging that water and walking up the busied streets with the cool night air hitting your face. Minhyuk stayed to your side then too, gripping your hand the moment he noticed you struggling to walk straight.

"I did. Pretty sure I saved your life once or twice tonight." He looks up, your bare foot in hand. You tried to ignore the feeling in your seeing him from this vantage point, kneeling with his adoring gaze on your face, your leg lifted and your bare foot cradled in his big hands.

"I...I'm a pro in heels. Drunk or sober.."You stammer defensively and Minhyuk scoffs, shaking his head as he sets your foot on the carpet and stands. Doubling in height, he towers over you, looking down his nose in a way that has your ankles feeling weaker than they did in those damned high heels.

You blink up at him, and he silently searches your eyes for everything and nothing all at once, his lips parting slowly.

"Whatever you say...here." He says finally, tipping his chin in a gesture for you to sit and the both of you plop down onto the couch

You exhaled in tandem as you stared at the ceiling, and that cozy silence was instrumented by the swinging blades of your ceiling fan and the ticking clock in the distance.

The night replays in your head in a blur of moving lights, 808s pounding with the warmth of a familiar touch never too far away. The touch at the small of your back guides you through the crowd or curls at the bend of your arm to steer you out of potential harm's way.

Even if it said harm was just a few drunken patrons too caught up in the atmosphere to care if they bump into you.

The touch brushing the hair from your face habitually when it threatened the view of your eyes when talking over the music, his hooded gaze dropping occasionally to read your lips.

Minhyuk's touch, while you assumed it to be platonic, always made you feel protected and cherished. Like if anything stepped in your path, Minhyuk would be the one to stand between it and you. Years of knowing him to be the brotherly type to all of his friends, male and female, you often shamed yourself for interpreting the way he treated you as anything more.

Perhaps it's just his personality.

But there were times like now, when the feeling of knuckles strumming softly against the back of your hand as you sat beside him in silence, you couldn't deny the fluttery feeling in your chest that wasn't just friendly.

You tried not to react by keeping your hand still and relaxed, but in an act of pure bravery, you turned it slightly and lifted a finger to nudge his.

That slowly evolved into his finger curling around yours affectionately.

When you turned your head, you found him already looking at you, his eyes soft and vulnerable. And hot.

Like molten metal melting through ice, clouding the air with smoke and steam that makes it hard for you to look him in the eye.

But you surprisingly don't cower away this time.

"What?" You blush with a subtle smirk of amusement. Minhyuk's gaze falls to your lips for a spell, then drags back up to your eyes, sweeping between them as if he were searching for something.

After a long breadth of silence, he smirks too.

"One of your eyelashes is about to come off.." he says flatly, keeping that hot hooded look in the eye focused on your entranced expression that slowly fades as you digested his words.

You immediately lift your hand to your face, blinking and brushing over your lashes with your fingertips.

"What....no it's not, you.." you begin to fuss but fall silent at the feeling of Minhyuk's large hand sliding under the hand you held close to your face.

"Hold still.." he inhales and you freeze on contact, feeling his thumb now brushing over your eyelashes delicately as if to inspect them himself, his features soft yet focused.

He inches closer, squinting as his lips parted slowly. Your eyes fall to them thoughtlessly as you inhale the mint on Minhyuk's breath, and you play it off by just closing them.

"Did you....did you get it?" You ask just above a whisper, mindful of how close Minhyuk's face was to yours.

When you felt his touch idling just shy of your eyelids, his thumb gently sweeping over the apple of your cheek, you opened your eyes.

Finding him even closer than before with the tip of his nose threatening to graze the tip of yours.

Like magnets, your lips are drawn together, his top lip slotting between yours softly in the most tender kiss. You'd imagined, more often than you'd like to admit, that his lips were soft but feeling them against yours put your imagination to shame.

They almost felt like nothing, moving gently as he pecked your bottom lip and alternating so that you could suck his. And he tasted like like mint with a hint of citrus, inspiring you to lean into the kiss for more of him.

You weren't sure if it was the lingering alcohol in your blood or the fact that you were satisfying several years worth of curiosity, but your inhibitions seemed to dissipate the longer Minhyuk's lips moved against yours.

He felt too right, like his lips were made for kissing yours, and nothing else was meant to happen but this.

Sexually💦:

Scorpio. That's the tweet. 🌚😂

Very deep, very intense. Very sensual. Very intimate. There are no secrets (despite him being very secretive in general) with him and there's nothing that you have that he doesn't want to see. So there's no need to be embarrassed. Minhyuk is more attracted to your mind than your body, and your body is a bonus.

He wouldn't be able to choose between your ass or tits. To be frank, his favorite part of you is probably your mouth anyway🥴 He's the type to make you suck his fingers or gag you with them when's hitting it from behind. A fantasy he'd surely gotten off to a few times. More than anything, he loves the sounds you make, and the way your tongue moves. Loves kissing you. He'd kiss you all day if he could.

It didn't take long for things to escalate.

Kissing him alone felt like sex, the way he teased his tongue over your bottom lips without really putting it in your mouth. He knew you wanted it by the way you'd chase him, and he'd pull back a fraction to see the sexy frustration crinkling in your brow.

Touches were bolder now, yours holding him at the neck and shoulder, pulling yourself closer so that your chest was almost flush against his. Minhyuk squeezed you at your waist, his other hand pushing your hair back so that your neck was exposed.

He massaged your nape with his fingers before grasping the hairs there and tugging gently from the root, making you gasp. In doing so, your mouth opens wider and it's the in Minhyuk sought to glide his tongue against yours.

The second he tasted the heady mix of vodka and Sprite still there, he tugged your hair again in reaction.

Much tighter this time and you moan softly into his kiss. Your nails dig into his shoulder when he does it again, moaning loud enough to snap you both out of the bubble of lust forming around you.

Minhyuk pulls away with shining lips parted to breathe, his eyes blinking as he assesses you. You were notably hot and bothered as you stared back at him with whimsical eyes, his shirt clutched in your grasp.

He soothes your scalp with his fingers gently, licking his lips before asking...

"Should we stop?.. because I'll fuck you right here..right now...so if you don't want that...."

He pants with the fragmented statement, his eyes telling you that stopping was the last thing he wanted to do. But there was still concern there.

Concern for your state of mind.

Concern for your feelings.

Concern for your friendship...

Rightfully so. Nothing like this had ever reached this height between you. Amongst the many nights you'd laid next to him in your bed when he'd stay over. Never touching you inappropriately. Never crossing a line, physically at least.

Maybe you should stop...

Aw, Fuck it.

"I do..." you exhale without blinking and with that breathy admission, Minhyuk was given the green light to continue and not much time was wasted on any more smooches when there were layers of clothes keeping him from touching you.

Once free of your halter top that now bunched at your waist, Minhyuk eased you to lay back with his lips busy drawing a line over and under your jaw, down your neck, and towards your chest.

Without a bra to shield the hardness of your nipples from him, they were quickly engulfed by the heat of his mouth. He sucked them just enough to make you squirm before pulling away.

Everything was moving fast but there was a desperation in both of you that didn't mind it. You didn't think this was some drunken impulse you were on and you felt in complete control of yourself.

You watched with wide eyes as Minhyuk stood from the couch to finish unbuttoning his shirt and his pants next. You were shimmying out of your jeans and panties by the time he was shirtless, milky skin and broad shoulders dulling your focus on everything in the room that wasn't him. While slender, Minhyuk had the best balance of lean muscle in his arms and chest, cinching down to a small waist and the faintest hint of washboard abs.

He held an otherworldly beauty that felt unreal at times and you're left stunned and blinking up at him as you waited.

Minhyuk dropped his shirt to the floor before reaching into his back pocket for his wallet, fishing out the shining gold packet from the leather billfold.

Of course, he had a condom, you thought. You were glad since you weren't even considering it. Raw sex wasn't something you'd commonly do with someone new but nothing about being with Minhyuk felt new since you'd secretly thought about being with him this way for far too long.

Knowing the fantasy was bout to become a reality has you shifting on the cushions, biting your lip as your walls clenched in anticipation, thighs clamping shut to keep from exposing how ready you already were.

As if you could.

The second you were completely bare in front of him, Minhyuk paused. He takes in the full view of you in the dim lighting of your small living room, the lines of your body, and the soft glow of your skin.

His eyes dropped to the apex of your thighs, the part of you that you were trying to hide, feeling a little shy now that you were fully exposed. This makes him huff out a short humorless breath as he resumes undressing.

Eyes locked on yours, Minhyuk's black jeans and Calvin's became a pile on the floor as he stepped out of them with the corner of the condom slotted between his teeth.

You couldn't keep from looking down at the girth and length dangling towards you, veiny and bobbing as Minhyuk moved to rejoin you on the couch. You had zero expectations of how big your best friend's dick was, curiosity and attraction aside, but you weren't expecting that. Your insides clenched again at the thought of all of that being inside of you and you could feel the excitement seeping from your heat as he got closer.

He's on his knees before you with his hands on yours, and you separate them slowly to allow Minhyuk between your thighs.

As shameless as you were ogling his goods before, Minhyuk stares at your pussy, the ombre of nude and pink blending from your lips to your leaking slit. Your clit peaked from the hood, swollen and ready for stimulation and your skin shined from the slickness of your arousal.

You were just as ready for him as he was for you.

He ripped the condom wrapper between his teeth skillfully, spitting the sliver of foil away before rolling the latex over himself. It was all done so smoothly that you'd barely take a breath once he lined himself up with your entrance.

"And you want this?.." he repeats his apprehension from before with this secondary request for consent, the fat mushroom tip of his dick covered in the thinnest layer of latex rubbing up and down over your vulva. His head bumps over your clit and you shudder, nodding at him with lips parted in an anticipated moan.

"I want you... I've always wanted you..." you admit breathlessly with earnest eyes on his much to Minhyuk's relief.

You couldn't have said anything more necessary.

He enters you then, slowly and stretching you with the newness of his shape. The girth and curve of him that was foreign to your body, but never far from the deepest part of your mind. Countless nights when you were alone and the coolness of the sheets kept you company, you thought about what it would be like to feel Minhyuk's body against yours.

To feel him inside of you, rolling his hips back and forth, driving you crazy with his tip grazing your cervix over and over. He'd only been inside you a minute and you could already feel yourself unraveling.

Maybe you were still a little drunk, sober for sure on the walk home but intoxicated by the way Minhyuk handled you. Kissing you like his tongue was marinated in whiskey.

It felt like a dream until you felt his fingers pinching your nipple.

"Ah.." you gasp, barely keeping up with all the sensations attacking you. Your blurred vision regains focus on the source of the shadow looming over you. Minhyuk's dark fringe hung over his forehead as he moved, and he paused only to flip his hair back so that he could see you properly.

It shouldn't have been so sexy but your lip catches between your teeth at the sight of him and Minhyuk smiles.

"You're so perfect..." he mumbles, using the hand he'd tweaked your nipple with to smooth your hair from your face. It almost seemed like he meant to only say it in his head but he was too caught up in the moment to keep it to himself.

You crease your brow at the unexpected compliment but quickly forget about it when Minhyuk sweeps you deep. He ups the rhythm in the snap of his hips and cups your breast against his palm to hold you as an anchor, using his other hand to push your leg back. You were sure you were drunk on him now, feeling more sensitive and ignited with every second he was stroking you.

He fucks you harder now, drilling you deep into your couch cushions until you explode all over it and him, crying his name as he leaned in to silence you with his lips.

Minhyuk seems like the kinky type. Role play, bondage, some choking and spitting-in-the-mouth action if he's that turned on. (🥴) But he enjoys making love more than the theatrics. He is a lover after all, more than likely conceived around Valentine's Day. He wants to prolong your pleasure by edging you and teasing you until you're on the verge of insanity. He loves equal participation though. Don't be a pillow princess with this man please, it turns him off.

And once he gives in and lets you have it all, he gives 1000%. If you don't cum, he doesn't cum. Period.

The two of you lay there, spent and naked on your living room couch. The clock ticks and the ceiling fan creaks, the only sign of time passing despite you feeling like you're suspended in it.

You, running your fingers through his hair with heavy eyelids and him with his face between your breasts and listening to your fluttery heart and trapping your body in his arms.

"You know... it's about damn time..." his chin wags against your sternum and you hum questioningly, fingers stalling their hypnotic dance over his scalp.

Minhyuk lifts his head to look at you with that damned cheeky smile of his.

"...you admitting how much you've wanted me this whole time...Took you long enough." He grins wider and you mush his head playfully.

"Oh brother.." you roll your eyes, attempting to wriggle free from Minhyuk's embrace. It's useless since his dead weight was much more than you could lift.

"Oh No no... can't call me that anymore. That would be gross...To be fair, I never saw you as a sister anyway but I digress.." he chuckles and you don't even resist smiling this time.

"Oh shut up..." You mush him in the head again and Minhyuk only leans into your touch, ending in an affection caress. His eyes soften and you melt under them, sighing in defeat as you pushed ran your fingers through his silky dark tresses.

"...and don't even act like I'm the one who was taking forever to admit anything. You're the one who never dropped a hint that you were into me before..." you add, only for Minhyuk to scoff.

"I gave you every hint in the book...You just didn't catch on." He lifts his brow matter of factly and you were stumped, knowing he was probably right.

It wasn't that you didn't notice but more that you didn't want to be wrong. Having a suspected thing with your best friend and ignoring it versus being humiliated by his possible rejection was worth wasting all this time.

Had you known the dick was this good though, you might have risked it sooner.

Just sayn....

"So now what?" You ask him after a beat, pulling your attention from his smoldering sex eyes to stare at the ceiling. Minhyuk smiles knowingly, resting his cheek between your breasts again with your hand still stitched in his hair.

"Now?..well, I guess you'll have to let whoever thinks you're available know that you're not anymore. And I'll do the same..."He shrugs his shoulders. You chuckle at his nonchalance, as shifting the entire dynamic between the two of you would be as simple as sending out a few texts to break a few hearts. Surely more on his side than yours.

"Oh? That's it?.." you sarcastically inquire and Minhyuk continues.

"Yep...Then we have to tell people. Our families, friends. That guy who drizzles extra caramel in your frappuccino with no charge at Starbucks."

"Oh yeah, definitely Starbuck's guy." You joke and you can feel Minhyuk's cheek rising against your skin.

"Yeah fuck that guy...anyway. And then I suppose I should take you out somewhere. Not a club or bar or some Mexican joint during happy hour. Like actually wine and dine you so you don't think I just want you for your body. Now that I've had it, there's no going back. But Y'know...proper boyfriend stuff."

You were grinning ear to ear at everything he said until then. Now you were surprised, your smile fading as you lifted your head. Minhyuk does the same when he feels you tensing, his expression calm and expectant when he looks at you.

"What?" He asks, feigns innocence, smiling softly and you blink at him as if you were dumbfounded.

"Boyfriend? Skipping straight to that are we?" You joke weakly and Minhyuk shrugs again in the way he does.

"Well..yeah. I prefer to be in actual relationships with women I have feelings for. With a woman I actually love and admire, that knows me better than anyone. That loves the weird-flavored drinks on the menu and can't walk for shit in heels when she's drunk. Or sober. That isn't afraid to hold my hand in a crowded room even though people are looking. That acts all shy and self-conscious even though I know she knows she has no reason to be. But if it's too much for you, I can settle with just a boy who's your friend...best friend...that fucks you and stuff...for now."

"Boyfriend is fine. I mean...I prefer boyfriend as well." You blurt, pausing to clear the thickness of emotion in your throat. before Minhyuk could lengthen his tangent. He smiles, pushing up your body to plant a soft kiss on your lips and pulling away before he's tempted to drown you in his absinthe again.

Opting to cuddle naked with you in the middle of the living room, Minhyuk goes back to nuzzling your breasts like they were pillows.

"Mmhm." He hums affirmatively, acting unaware of the shimmer in your eyes.

You swallowed your emotions and relaxed back into the silence, chewing your bottom lip thoughtfully.

"I suppose I have a reason to wear that dress now. Since you seemed to like it so much.."You tease just as you are sure Minhyuk is on the brink of falling asleep.

He grunts against your chest, rubbing his cheek over your heartbeat until he's cozy.

"Hmm...Or you could just be naked...I'd like that too."

Love Language:

Acts of service and Words of affirmation. Tell him his handsome and adorable and talented. He doesn't need it per se but he appreciates being seen by YOU. Because he for sure sees you. Minhyuk has a take-over spirit and he gets things done so be ready for him to snatch that jar out of your hands so he can open it. Or if you're having issues with customer service over the phone, hand it to him and you'll end up with a refund or a free month of service lol

I can see him being big on gifts and grand gestures as well. So holidays and birthdays will always be special with him...

Pet names/Terms or endearment🥰:

He'll tell you you're pretty, gorgeous, beautiful often. That'll probably just end up being your pet name while together. He's not much of a 'babe', 'honey', or 'darling' type.

a/n: i added his military pics because this is legit the most boyfriend/husband/baby daddy this man has ever looked and im standing on that lol

<The other Boyfriends >

대취타 :Daechwita

Chapter 2: 둘

2.2k words

Yonghwan sits in his seat beside the king, slouching childishly and sipping from his chalice as they overlook the subjects of the kingdom.

The celebration is in full swing with dragon dancers, festive music, wine and food in abundance, and hundreds of happy faces filling the main common area of the kingdom.

"Son...at least act like you're enjoying the festivities." King Yongnum claps enthusiastically as he watches Yoongi and another graduate goes head to head in a battle of clean swordsmanship.

Yoongi twirls the stem of his blade effortlessly through his fingers, tossing it up in the air and catching it between his fingers.

Onlookers cheer with amazement and Namjoon bows in defeat, smiling broadly as he approached his friend with zero traces of animosity in his expression.

Yonghwan scoffs and spits a stream of wine between his teeth off to the side of his seat, not caring whether he hits anyone passing by the platform below.

The king looks over at Yonghwan with annoyance.

"Why are you pouting son?" He asks reluctantly.

"Oh? I'm surprised you noticed me, father. Seeing as how you rarely acknowledge my presence unless my mood is sour" Yonghwan blubbers childishly.

"Well, the stench of your attitude is rather pungent. I doubt anyone could go without noticing it or you." The king responds smoothly.

Anger blooms in the prince's eyes and staggers himself upright in his seat.

"Why did you end the commencement before I could challenge Yoongi? " he blurts out louder than intended.

"You already know that answer to that " King Yongnum cuts his eyes sideways in faint acknowledgment, making his son's nostrils flare in the offense.

"If you deem me so inadequate, why leave the thrown to me?" He narrows his eyes.

The King sighs in exasperation.

"I never said you were an inadequate son. You are the firstborn and my rightful heir. There is no denying that."

"You thought he would defeat me. You wanted to save me the embarrassment of being bested by my younger brother." Yonghwan snaps.

"Yonghwan.." the king mutters, a warning in his tone.

"You believe Yoongi is superior. You favor him. You always have. Ever since we were children your love shined brighter through his eyes than they ever did through mine. "

"Yonghwan......." the king mutters again, his frustration growing.

"You favor him so much that won't even tell him about what you and Han have been planning since our adolescence. You fear it will break his naive little heart to know that the woman he's so shamelessly beguiled with is owed to me..."

The king slams an angered fist down hard against the armrest of his throne, trembling the entire platform.

He turns to look at his son.

"Mind your tongue Yonghwan. Your eyes are set very low, deep within the bottom of your chalice and you're spewing nonsense. Find your wits or I'll see to it that you enjoy the remainder of the night hauling sacks of rice."

The king's less than idle threat silences Yonghwan instantly, but the prince doesn't hide his scowl of resentment as he backed down.

"...nonsense..." the prince repeats bitterly, slumping back into the cushion of his throne as he continued to scan the crowd.

His eyes set on a woman, the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen as she weaved through the crowd.

Yonghwans eyes narrow when he notes her adoring gaze, following its path which led straight to Yoongi and he smirks when a sinister idea is born in his mind.

As if possessed, he's propelled from his seat and sets out to stumble down from the platform to fall into the crowd, draining his drink and tossing the chalice carelessly as he goes.

"You really are a show-off, you know that right?"

Areum approaches Yoongi with hooded eyes that scanned over the young and fit prince. He wore all black, his silken robe draped over a plain black shirt cut a few inches at the dip of the collar, giving peaks of his chiseled chest in the evening breeze. His long platinum hair pulled back from his face and falling over his sharp shoulders as he stalked in Areum's direction.

"Well, what is the point in having a specific skill set if you cant show it off from time to time?" He smirks when he reaches the princess.

The two pause when within inches of each other, both glancing around self consciously at the people surrounding them.

Yoongi longed to touch her, to reach out and pull her towards his chest and kiss her tenderly. To smell her hair and whisper forbidden thoughts in her ear.

To tell her how beautiful she looked in her thin-strapped gown the dark blue shade of the dusk.

But with so many eyes on the two royals, Yoongi knew better than to shame Areum's image.

Despite their chemistry being so potent.

"Hmmm well, humility is much more impressive in my opinion." Shes rebuttals.

"Do tell me then Princess, in what ways can I impress you?" Yoongi says lowly for only her ears, the fire in his eyes so unburdened it makes Areum squirm under his handsome gaze.

Their moment is interrupted when Yonghwan approaches the two clapping his hands obnoxiously and drawing the attention of everyone nearby.

"That was brilliant little brother. You put on quite a show. Congratulations." He remarks with a hint of sarcasm.

Areum regards him with a frown but Yoongi is unfazed by his brother's antics. He knew Yonghwan hated not being the center of attention.

"I should extend the same to you as well brother. Today is for all of us." Yoongi shrugs his shoulder.

"Perhaps... it's a shame though really. Father ending the commencement before you and I could have our bout in the square..." Yonghwan begins to circle Yoongi and Areum, widening the gap between them and the people shamelessly eavesdropping nearest to the group.

"Is it?" Yoongi quirks his brow.

Yonghwan sniffs to stifle the words he really wished to say before continuing.

"Don't you think they would have liked to see how adequate both of the King's sons have proven to be in combat?"

Yonghwan eyes Areum appreciatively as he passed her.

"I doubt anyone here would question your majesties adequacy " Areum averts her eyes, avoiding Yonghwan's completely, making him smirk with satisfaction.

Despite her affections being biased to one brother, the sheer attractiveness of his older twin was still daunting.

Yonghwan makes a full circle and stops in front of his brother who doesn't even blink or shy away from his proximity.

"Even so...I still think the people deserve a real show of royal adequacy." Yonghwan tilts his head.

"What do you suggest?" Yoongi responds, still completely unfazed.

"A friendly joust, is all." Yonghwan shrugs.

"And what will this prove?" Yoongi chuckles.

"That I'm the better of the two. " Yonghwan slurs rather loudly.

An audible gasp rippled over the crowd, the music coming to a silent halt at the bold statement.

Yoongi narrows his eyes at his brother, taking note in his glazed overexpression and swaying posture.

"I'll pass," Yoongi says, his expression hardening.

"You won't fight me? Why? Because you think you're the superior one or afraid that you actually aren't. Afraid that I'll move ranks and be the one wearing your stripe...wielding your sword." Yonghwan leans in closer as he antagonized Yoongi.

Yoongi wrinkles his nose at the strong scent of fermented elixirs wafting from his brother's mouth and takes a small step back.

"No. I won't fight you or any man who isn't in his own mind." Yoongi continues to back away.

Yonghwans' eyes widen.

"So you forfeit? You refuse my challenge?" He staggers forward.

"Whichever one brings you the most peace brother.."Yoongi shrugs as he turned to walk away.

Rage engulfs Yonghwan as he lunges for the sword dangling at Namjoons hip from where he stood nearby defensively.

He attempts to evade the prince's advance but reacts too slow and is relieved of his weapon.

Yonghwan holds the reflective blade out from his body with both hands, pointing it at his brothers back.

"Do not turn your back on me! I am the rightful heir to the Holangi throne. Your superior! And I demand that you face me!"

Yoongi stops only to speak over his shoulder.

"Perhaps when you are sober, your highness.." He says smoothly before continuing to leave.

With a loud yell of fury, Yonghwan leaps forward with his sword slicing quickly through the air and towards a seemingly defenseless Yoongi.

Areum's eyes widen with fear at the sight but are relieved shortly after when in a flash of movement quicker than the eye can see, Yoongi unsheathes his sword, whirls around and blocks Yonghwan's attack.

The clink of the blades clashing together creates a sounds so intimidating, the people looking on from nearby all take calculated steps back to widen the playing field.

With the exception of Namjoon and Areum, who watch in horror and shock at Yoongi's speed.

Yonghwan schools his features that almost portrayed his surprise as he forced his sword forward again, raining down on Yoongi with an impressive combination of attacks.

Seeming to have sobered a bit from his brother's first line of defense, Yonghwan used every bit of skill and knowledge he gained from his training as he attempted to knock the weapon from his brother's grip.

But despite his best and very skilled efforts...

He was no match for Yoongi, who swiftly blocked and evaded every swing of his brother's blade, meeting each with the sharpest edge of his own.

For a moment Yoongi actually grows bored of the situation and finally switches his tactics from defense to offense.

He forces Yonghwan back with each heavy throw of his sword down against his until he stumbles backward over his feet and hits the ground with a loud thud.

Another gasp ripples over the crowd and Yonghwan is left panting and staring at the end of Yoongis sword, as black as the night sky above them.

He looks to a spot on the ground to the left of him and notices Namjoons sword laying in the dirt.

He looks back up at Yoongi, breathing heavily and holding his brother at a point with a steady hand. His intense eyes widen slightly as he slowly lowers his sword and takes note in all of the eyes now fixed on the two of them.

One pair in particular, of which burned with anger and disappointment at the sight of what he already knew to be true.

The king sighs and stands from his throne, turning away from the scene to retire to his quarters.

Yoongi watches his father leave and wilts in sadness at the way he averted his eyes, too ashamed to have witnessed the next king being knocked on his back by his younger brother.

The realization hits Yoongi and he's instantly filled with regret.

Unbeknownst to him and everyone watching the king leave, Yonghwan takes this opportunity to glide his fingers across the dirt towards the forgotten sword.

Just as Yoongi lowers his blade all the way and is about to straighten his stance, Yonghwan grabs the sword and swipes the blade upwards.

"Ah!!!" Yoongi exclaims as he stumbles back, dropping his sword to cup his bleeding face with both hands.

Areum and Namjoon run to Yoongis side immediately as Yonghwan stumbles to his feet drunkenly with his sword still pointed toward his now wounded brother.

A drop of blood falls from the tip of the sword, making Yonghwan realize immediately what he had done.

"Are you mad???" Areum snaps at him as reaches up to caress Yoongis hand gently in an attempt to comfort him as he hissed in pain.

Yonghwan blinks in surprise, his eyes jumping from the sword to his younger brothers bloodstained hands hovering over his right eye.

He drops the sword and pants heavily as he scanned the disapproving expressions of everyone surrounding them.

Namjoon pulls Yoongis hand away from his face gently to assess the damage then looks back towards Prince Yonghwan with serious eyes.

"I think its best for his majesty to retire for the evening." Namjoon looks to two men approaching the prince from either side, Hoseok and another member of the royal guard.

"Your highness.." Hoseok says calmly.

"We will escort you..." the other says sternly, not a hinge of permission in his tone.

Yonghwan looks to both men then across the way at his younger brother with concern.

Yoongi meets his gaze and lowers his hand from his face, revealing a deep vertical gash over his eye that thankfully appeared to be superficial.

Blood ran down his face as he regarded his older brother, not with anger or vengeance, but pity.

Yonghwan was ashamed. Too ashamed to say a word. Too ashamed to apologize or plead his case.

Too ashamed to acknowledge that he was defeated and acted rashly, almost killing his twin in the process.

With regretful eyes, Yonghwan turns on his heels and stalks in the opposite direction, parting the crowd with Hoseok and the other soldier following close behind.

Yoongi is filled with sorrow and looks towards the ground.

"Yoongi..." Areum says softly.

"Come...let me tend to your wound..." she says, taking him by the hand and pulling him away, the crown parting for them to pass as well.

Namjoon stoops to pick up both swords, his and Yoongis, and turns to follow the two.

대취타 :Daechwita

Chapter 1: 하나

3.9k words

The rowdy group of high school students breaks through the doors of the museum into the sun.

"Alright, class! We meet back here in 2 hours. Do not be late" the exasperated teacher huffs as the students push past him.

He shakes his head in amusement as he watches his students disperse onto the courtyard of the campus.

One student lags, still transfixed by the ancient exhibits within the dark museum.

"Jungkook...are you coming?" Mr. Miller calls to the boy from the doorway.

Jungkook squints his eyes to read an inscription labeling an artifact.

"No, I think I'll hang back and check out the exhibit some more. Is that ok?" He turns his head.

Mr.Miller frowns. He knows Jungkook isn't the least bit interested in the exhibit. But he also knew that since transferring to a new school after a nasty divorce, Jungkook wasn't too keen on socializing with his classmates. He was going through a solitary brooding phase that Mr. Miller had to respect.

"Sure. Just be sure to be back on the steps in time to catch the bus at 4." Mr. Miller says before exiting the museum completely.

Jungkook sighs in relief at finally being alone. The museum was crowded at all, it being a weekday and near its closing time. So Jungkook enjoyed the free reign of the place as he strolled around with his hands in his pockets.

He found himself drifting towards an area marked off, a new exhibit that had yet to be opened to the public.

The sign above the area read "Daechwita: wars of the original clans: a South Korean exhibit coming soon."

"Hmm..sounds interesting..." he says to himself.

The entrance was marked with thick velvet rope clasped at both ends of the golden stands. Jungkook looked around curiously in search of any museum staff or security before ducking down and under the velvet barrier and into the exhibit.

"Wow..." Jungkook exhaled as his eyes circled the room full of artifacts such as authentic armor, scrolls of thick-lined calligraphy, war drums, and other instruments, tiny monitors playing recorded footage of the royal palaces of former south Korean kings.

It was a cultural overload.

Jungkook was indeed Korean, but since he'd spent the majority of his life in America, he hardly knew anything of his culture aside from the small glimpses he got when he visited his grandparents in Busan.

Jungkook walked deeper into the room until he reached the back wall decorated with tattered photographs and fades silk garments.

His eyes were drawn to one photograph, in particular, a king and what appeared to be his two sons. Beneath the grainy portrait was an enormous sword encased in a glass display.

It was beautiful, the blade thickness and black as onyx, stretching out to nearly match Jungkooks wingspan. The pommel was pure gold and on the handle, an inscription was carved neatly in Hangul.

"호랑이 송곳니"

Jungkook leans closer to see if he recognized any of the symbols, his hand touching the glass display unconsciously.

"Ya!! Don't you read?!!"

Jungkook jumps at the sound of a voice and whips around to face an elderly man in a navy blue jumpsuit.

Something about the man sends a sense of familiarity over Jungkook, maybe his tone and demeanor reminding him so much of his father and grandfather. He had a mop in one hand and the handle of a large bucket in the other, a deep scowl wrinkling his aged features.

"Sorry! I'm sorry, I was just..."

"Trespassing? Defacing museum property? Putting fingerprints on my glass??" The older man trudges forward, making Jungkook step aside. He sprays a blue liquid on the display and swipes vigorously until the glass is crystal clear of smudges.

"I was just trying to read the words on the sword." Jungkook mumbles.

"You shouldn't even be in here boy. Didn't you read the sign?" The elder hisses.

Jungkook frowns and looks back towards the display case.

The old man looks him over and rolls his eyes.

Picking up his glasses that sat on his neck on a chain, he places them at his nose and leans forward to read the inscription.

"Y..you're Korean?" Jungkook stutters with a tone of interest.

"No I'm Norwegian, shut up I'm trying to see.." he snaps, making Jungkook stifle a giggle.

"holang-i song-gosni...." the old man says out loud slowly. Jungkook blinks up at him in expectance.

"Oh, you want me to translate it too??" The old man grunts.

Before Jungkook can respond, he speaks.

"It means 'the tigers fang' "

"Cool...." Jungkooks eyes widen as he redirects them to the photograph.

"And who are they?" Jungkook points to the sepia portrait.

"Aish...you're kidding me, right? Why not wait until the exhibit is open to ask all of these questions? I have a job to do now, get going." The old man attempts to usher the boy away from the wall but has no luck.

"If you don't know then you can just say that.." Jungkook shrugs, side-eying the old man with a smirk.

"Who says I don't know? This is my culture! My ancestors. Of course, I know. "

"Prove it. Tell me who they are." Jungkook tilts his head stubbornly.

"It's not that simple, I cant just tell you who they are without telling the whole story. And it's long and I doubt you want to listen to it."

Jungkook regards the old man for a moment and to his surprise, he plants himself on the floor and crosses his legs pretzel style.

"Oh, no..what are you doing? Get up.." the old man grumbles

"I have time and I'm sure you don't have anything better to do." Jungkook grins.

"As a matter of fact, I do. It's called my job!"

"Tell me the story and I'll leave. I promise. You can summarize." Jungkook shrugs innocently.

The old man sighs and looks towards the exhibit's entrance then back at Jungkook.

"What the hell? I'm due for a break anyway...."

The old man huffs as he eases himself down to the floor next to Jungkook.

He clears his throat.

*******************

Long ago.

When ancient practices and modern technology were on the bridge of convergence...

there was a King...

Min Yongnum.

King of the Holangi Province and highest-ranking member of the Min Clan. Yongnum was a just and benevolent leader, deeply loved and respected by his people.

But peace among his land was short-lived in his reign when an opposing clan from the south set out to expand their claim over the four provinces.

War and bloodshed consumed the peace, leaving many households without fathers and sons drafted to fight under the name of their king.

Heads of their enemies hung like lanterns around the outskirts of the kingdom as a warning to any clan who considered challenging the fury of Holangi and her people.

And after 10 years of fighting, after hundreds to thousands of lives lost, and alliances were formed, King Yongnum and his men proclaimed victory over the enemy clans and maintained power over the vast land.

But unfortunately, due to the balance of nature, there was a cost to pay for victory.

With very few men to tend the fields and livestock, a time of famine seized the land, making it nearly impossible for the people of Holangi  to survive.

Fortunately, as the lone tiger would in the harshest of environments, Holangi prevailed and rebuilt anew.

As time pressed on to age the resilient leader, new death was on the horizon and Yongnum knew that his time as King would eventually set as the sun did.

So he decided it was time to create an heir.

The King chose a wife whom he loved and set out to extend his bloodline.

But after many years of disappointments and heartache, Yongnum grew desperate and sought out alternative methods to bring life to the baron valleys of his queen's womb.

Some practices were very modern and common.

While others were considered to be extreme, outdated, and unorthodox.

One of which he received from a spirit worker tucked deep within one of the oldest villages on Holangi land.

The king was told to embark on a journey into the wilderness to find the deity responsible for his clan and his kingdom's invincibility to seek her blessing in exchange for his show of bravery.

The tiger god herself, Holangi.

Many legends spoke of the majestic beast living high in the snow-capped mountains, or deep through the deadly jungles and beyond civilization. But there were very little stories of the god coming in direct contact with man where she let them survive to tell of it unless under dier circumstances.

It was said to be suicide to seek the beast, but Yongnum was desperate.

After trekking through the wilderness for weeks, the king found himself weakened and famished. He had caught zero glimpses of the enormous feline, but his will was stronger than his doubt. But unfortunately, his body was weaker than both.

Yongnum reaches the peak of the highest snow-capped mountain, trudging weakly to peer over the edge and take in the view over all of the provinces. It was truly a magnificent sight to behold.

He drops to his knees and directs his eyes to the bright sun above him, sending a plea of mercy to any god that would listen. But they fall on deaf ears as does the King.

His face pressed against the thin layer of snow, he's barely aware of the padded footsteps approaching him.

His eyes open and his shallow breathing hitches when sees the massive pair of claws only inches from his face.

Yongnum looks up and gasps at the sight of the most beautiful white tiger he had ever dreamt of seeing. She towers before him majestically and fierce, the wind of high altitudes blowing through her thick mane of striped fur.

Her tongue dashes out to lick over her whiskers as she stoops her head to lock eyes with the king, her cerulean irises connecting with the mortal's soul.

And from a place Yongnum cannot see, a voice speaks to him.

"You have shown great bravery seeking me out young king. I am impressed...."

The smooth feminine voice fills every corner of Yongnum's mind.

"....I am aware of your desires as I am privy to your sins. But I will choose to grant your prayers in exchange for your sacrifice...."

"...in the womb of your queen lives a son. He will be the greatest King to ever sit at the throne of this province. But you will suffer a great betrayal and great loss before this can come to be. Are you willing to suffer for the longevity of your people so that your son may rule them?"

Without a single bit of hesitation, Yongnum answers.

"Yes."

A low growl of acknowledgment grumbles from the deity's throat and the tiger bows her head.

"So be it. Now go." She says and as suddenly as she appeared, she vanishes on the icy breeze over the cliffs of the mountain.

Yongnum returns to his kingdom to find his wife caressing her protruding torso with tears in her eyes.

"Our prayers and your efforts have not been in vain my love." She whimpers as Yongnum pulls her into his embrace.

Months pass and Yongnum is pacing furiously just outside of his queen's private chamber.

Thunderclaps and lightning dances across the sky, still not drowning out the sounds of his queen's wails of agony.

This went on for what felt like hours until there was silence and the rhythm of the king's heart faltered at the absence of his wife's voice.

A shrill cry filled the chamber, making Yongnum sprint from where he stood pacing from just beyond the entrance.

He bursts into the room, his eyes widening at the graphic scene laying before him.

"Your majesty." The midwife steps to obscure the king's view of his wife. She bows her head and gazes up with somber eyes.

"The queen. She suffered a great loss of blood and I regret to inform you that she didn't survive the birth...My deepest condolences..."

Yongnum's chest caved at the midwife's news and he's frozen.

His queen. His love.

She was gone.

"....great loss...."

"Is this what the deity meant?" Yongnum thought to himself.

"...and what of my son?" He manages to say after a few moments.

Wordlessly the midwife steps aside, allowing the king to approach the bedside was a chambermaid sat with her arms engulfed by a large stained cloth from elbow to elbow.

Two tiny voices of different tones coo in tandem and the king gasps.

"Two.....I have two sons?"

The king's eyes widen at the sight of two tightly swaddled newborns with fair skin and distinct wisps of hair as white as snow.

"Twins your majesty. Blessed with the crown of the moon. A good omen. A blessing." The midwife says softly. She takes the slumbering infants from the chambermaid and hands them carefully to the king, who's eyes are filled to the brim with tears.

Bittersweet emotions overcome him as he gazed into the faces of his offspring, then to the still form of his beloved covered by the bloodstained fabric in an attempt to preserve her dignity.

In a matter of minutes, he has lost his queen, the love of his life...but an overwhelming sense of hope and joy flourishes within the king's heart.

And so King Yongnum cradled his two sons against his chest, the future of the royal bloodline sleeping soundly in the crooks of his arms.

Min Yonghwan and Min Yoongi.

The Princes of Holangi.

19 years later...

The sun was high in the sky as she ran on light feet through the field. The tall grass tickled her ankles as the wind of her sprint blew the fabric of her dress up against her legs.

She giggled with excitement when she glanced over her shoulder, spotting the dashing young man galloping after her.

His long white mane stretched out in his wake as he inches closer and closer to his prey.

She squeals when a quick hand reaches out and grasps her skirt, pulling her back into his chest. He embraces her tightly, panting hard against her windblown hair.

He plants a soft kiss to her nape and lets his lips linger on the curve of her ear.

"Caught you," he says, the sultry tone of his voice bringing chills down the girl's spine.

"It would appear so my prince" she responds with a smile. She turns her body to face him, not even attempting to escape his interlocked hold on her waist.

"What do you intend to do now that you have me?" She looks boldly into the boy's eyes, her bottom lip grazing her teeth at the heat in his gaze.

An elated smile spreads across his face, exposing the gums of his teeth just a bit as he leans his head down.

His lips press firmly against hers and she sighs in content at the feel.

Although chaste, his kiss held a deeply sated undertone of gentle need and adoration that lingered on the girl's lips as he pulled back.

"You shouldn't ask me questions like that Princess.." he murmurs, his lips a hairbreadth away from hers.

"Why? Afraid of what you might say?" She whispers.

He rubs the tip of his small nose against hers and she smiles.

"More of what I might do.." he says dryly, pulling back from her completely to look up at the sky.

He squints as he gauged the position of the sun and sighs bitterly.

"We should start back toward the palace." He says, looking over his shoulder and beyond the horizon of the knee-length grass field.

"Ah yes, you have your commencement to get to." She clicks her tongue.

He looks back to her face, sighing in appreciation of her soft delicate features.

Her wide brown eyes, her long and thick onyx hair, her smooth skin, and rosy lips.

Areum was the embodiment of beauty, given her namesake, and the young prince was completely enamored by her presence.

From the tender age of 7 when her father, a high ranking member of the neighboring Han Clan, would bring his daughter to Halgoni to meet with the King to discuss matters beyond the children's understanding.

She was bossy, tenacious, and bit rough around the edges. But one thing, not one would deny was her beauty and magnetic energy.

To know her was to love her.

And Yoongi did just that.

He tightens his hold on her hips and squeezes her waist possessively.

"Or we could just stay here. I could skip the ceremony and perhaps answer your question. But not with words.." Yoongi grins mischievously as he attempts to go in for another taste of her lips.

But Areum has other intentions.

She smiles sweetly, her eyes downcast to his lips the closer they drew to hers.

"Perhaps. Or..." Areum murmurs.

Yoongi releases his hold on her hips and reaches up to cup her face when...

She slips past him and turns around, walking backward with a daring look in her eyes.

"....you can race me back to the grounds and I actually show you that I'm still the fastest between the two of us." She grins cheekily and turns with the fabric of her skirt bunched up in her fists to give her legs more leeway.

He shakes his head in amusement at her challenge but he can't resist as he breaks into a swift jog that leads into a full-on sprint when he underestimates her speed.

The commencement ceremony was the mark of passage for the boys serving under the King's rule to emerge as men and take their place among his court, swearing to devote their lives and protection to the throne and crest of the tiger.

This was a very important day.

At least to most...

Yoongi stumbles as he rushed towards the training grounds. He glances around as he adjusts the band at his waist to secure his ceremonial robe and reaches up to ensure every strand of his long hair is tucked away.

The long line of young men standing at attention in the middle of the courtyard acts as a cover for Yoongi to scurry behind in an attempt to hide from the prying eyes of his father and other royal figures in attendance.

One of the young men in line spots Yoongi tiptoeing behind his human shield and sucks at his teeth in disproval before looking ahead patiently.

With finesse, he slides in to fill a small gap between two familiar faces and assumes the proper position with his shoulders squared and his hands clasped tightly behind his back.

"Cutting it a bit close, don't you think?" The young man to his left whispers out of the corner of his mouth. The man to his right chuckles under his breath.

Yoongi doesn't respond to Hoseok or Namjoon, making them both chuckle softly just as their teacher saunters through the large doorway of the dojang.

He walks down the steps, scanning the lines of highly trained young men, his students, speculatively until his feet meet the dusted ground.

"Your highness! Noblemen of Holangi and royalty of neighboring clans. I thank you for your presence in today's commencement of the next line of Halgoni stripes. These young men have trained diligently in leadership, integrity, strength, intelligence, and combat for 4 years. Today marks the final step in becoming true men in eyes of Holangi. "

As he spoke, Yoongis mind began to wander, effectively drowning out the usual introduction of the commencement.

The ceremony proceeded, each graduate earning their silk bands embroidered with the crest of Holangi in varying colors assigned according to ranking. Black being the highest.

Yoongi steps forward from the line and bows to his Sabonim, accepting his black band wrapped around the matching scabbard sheathing his sword, designed specifically for him.

The scoffing young man from before glowers in envy at the sight, his eyes flitting to the sidelines to spot the King beaming with pride as Yoongi accepted his stripe.

"Now First to demonstrate his adequacy....the one who has shown a natural affinity for the combat who remains undefeated amongst his classmates...."

"Prince Yoongi. Step forth."

Yoongi steps forward confidently, bowing to his teacher again and then to the audience. When he arrises his eyes lock with a particular raven-haired Princess sitting on the first row, nearest to his father and adjacent to her father.

Yoongi shoots her a subtle wink before walking to the center of the square, making her blush internally.

"And the opposing student who will demonstrate his adequacy is..."

One after one, a man stepped up to challenge Yoongi, all succumbing to his speed, strength, and skill.

All the while, at the end of the line, bitter eyes filled with contempt observed Yoongis agility and natural talent for combat. He seethes with envy, every snow-white hair standing on end at the sight of his younger brother. But he was not intimidated.

Prince Yonghwan knew his position. He was the heir to the thrown, having been the older of the two by a few minutes. It didn't matter if his younger brother surpassed him physically because whatever Yonghwan lacked in comparison, he made up for in cunning.

Another opponent falls to his knees, panting from exertion at the end of Yoongis bamboo staff.

The prince drops his weapon and steps forward to extend his hand to the defeated challenger and aids him to his feet. They bow to each other respectfully and step away, Yoongi to his corner of the square and the challenger to fall in line amongst the rest of the defeated.

Yonghwan sniffs and rolls his shoulders in preparation, knowing he was next to face Yoongi in a match.

Just as he moves to step forward, King Yongnum stands from where he sat at the sidelines, effectively making every man and woman in attendance focus their attention in his direction.

Yoongi drops to his knee along with the other students and their teacher in a show of respect.

Yonghwan is the last to kneel, his expression marred with confusion as he lowered his body.

"You all have shown great skill and adequacy. I am filled with honor to witness the future of our kingdom's protection. You should be very pleased with yourself. This completes our ceremony and I look forward to seeing you all tonight at the celebration of the newest line of our guard. Thank you." The king tilts his head at his bowing subjects.

He shoots a look of indifference towards his oldest son as he turns to leave, being closely followed by his guard and a few members of the royal court.

"What?" Yonghwan says to himself.

"He.....ended the ceremony...before.."

He turns his head as the rest of the graduates rose to their feet, cheering and congratulating each other happily.

Yonghwan blinks dramatically as he searched the small crowd of men until he spotted the bright blonde crop of hair among the sea of black. Yoongi grinned with pride and joy as he bowed and shook hands with the other men.

".....he knew Yoongi would defeat me. So he ended in the ceremony before I could challenge him..." Yonghwan admits to himself.

The realization hits Yonghwan like a wave and he clenches his fists as he turns to exit the courtyard, tearing the red silk band from his head.

BFFL 42/∞ ↪ different shoots, same(ish) problem

*this hyungwon style of censoring

+ it really is that serious

Whew shat this was good🥴🥴🥴🥴❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 i of course imagined Hyunwoo as our perfect android…

artificial heart | 🔞

; optional male lead smut |  ☁️

w: android!au

“He’s… a lot taller than I imagined.”

Your heart drums so hard in your chest the thumping reaches your ears as you stare at the machine before you. He’s nothing like you imagined after being told you would be receiving an artificially intelligent assistant to handle your schedules, setting up meetings, endorsements, and interviews. You imagined something more… robotic, but the man that stands before you looks like nothing more than human, and you would believe him to be just that if it weren’t for the amount of money you spent on him.

“Yes, well, don’t be intimidated by his size,” Mr. Park, the owner of the company you purchased your new android assistant from, begins to tell you as he circles the robot, hands behind his back and a proud smile on his aged face. “He was made specifically for you to do whatever you wish as well as protect you and keep your best interest in mind. You’re an actress, yes?”

You can only blink as you stare at the android, taking in his soft expression, his eyes, hair pushed back and styled neatly to make a good first impression. Gulping, your eyes scan his jawline, down to his shoulders covered in the soft, silk dress shirt, tie, and suit jacket he adorns. He looks perfect. Too good to be true, if you’re being honest.

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MDNI

Imagine handcuffing your man to the bedpost. He's laying there in nothing but his briefs. Can't do nothing but watch you and wait for your next move.

Your next move being:

Crawling up his body with only his favourite skirt on you, and then settling your knees on either side of his head.

"Baby, please. I need my hands." He'd plea.

But you tut, "No you don't. I'm going to use you okay?"

You coo at him, looking down at his sparkly eyes that search yours for any sign of mercy as you comb through his hair. Smiling sweetly before settling your pussy over his awaiting mouth. "Say ah"

You'd use him like a toy, grinding yourself against his tongue and letting him suck on your clit. Practically riding his face. You'd come undone over and over again till you feel like it's enough or he snaps his fingers three times.

When you dismount his face, it's a gorgeous mess, but what catches your eye, is the large wet stain on the front of his underwear.

"Pussy too good?" You ask and he confirms.

"Too good."

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Please, tell me who this is in the comments.😩