HAPPY VALENTINEs DAY I LOVE THEM

HAPPY VALENTINE’s DAY I LOVE THEM

this was such a cute finale to a fantastic series wow 🥰😭 14/10 would recommend to everyone ever 💛

Internal Conflicts | KSJ | Finale

Pair: Kim Seokjin x f!reader 

Summary: Kim Seokjin was everything any girl could want in school . Handsome, kind, popular. Many girls in your class had a crush on the man; including you. Being a few years older than you meant that after he graduated, you didn't think you would ever see him again. Fast forward to seven years later, the oldest clichê in the book: Your mother marries a man, the man has a son. That son was Kim Seokjin. And now, you're coming home for a family trip to a cabin in the woods, with a very much awakening crush on the man that is now one hundred percent off limits. A shared bathroom, a snow storm, a small town. What could go wrong?

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, step brother (not related, not raised together, not weird)

Chapter Warnings: Just a short and sweet little finale! I hope you guys liked this mini series, which was so different from what I usually put out! I had fun and hope you did too! Also, happy valentine’s day and Yoongi’s Tour announcement date <3

WC: 1.8k

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[21:39]

“Come on, noona, please?” 

Jeongguk, ever sweet and mischievous Jeongguk threw himself on the couch you were sitting on, head on your lap as his long, raven hair went everywhere. He had a pretty pout on his pierced lip and looked up at you with pleading eyes. 

If this was happening a week ago, you would have already complied with whatever he was asking of you, turning putty after a look of his innocent eyes, big muscles and cool tattoos. 

You were both in the living room of the apartment you shared with Namjoon, as it usually served as a meeting point for pre-games before your night outs. Joon and Jimin were locked inside the former’s bedroom, as the younger man played dress up with your big best friend. 

Taehyung was in the kitchen, rummaging through your liquor cabinet to make whatever drinks he managed to put together in order of prepping everyone before leaving the apartment. 

You had already told them all you weren’t planning to join them tonight, but Jeongguk was trying. 

“I’m sorry, Guk, not really in the mood for clubbing.” you told the boy as you ran your fingers through his hair as if it was second nature. 

“But we could have so much fun.” he was still pouting, but his eyes fluttered closed when your nails scratched at the spot that turned him into melted butter. “You always liked dancing with me–”

“I liked the you part, not the dancing.” you said with a small giggle, watching his eyes snap open. 

“Do you want me to stay with you, then?” Jeongguk asked, dangerously low, sitting up straight, looking at you with his intentions clear in his eyes. 

Your stomach did a flip, but it was an uncomfortable one. 

You were so used to flirting with Jeongguk that it came out as second nature, you didn’t even realize you were doing it most of the time. You also hadn’t noticed how your words opened up an invitation for him to stay behind. And if he stayed with you, he’d expect something. 

He’d expect sex. 

And you weren’t in the mood for that; not when one man took over your every waking thought lately. You craved the lips of another, the touches of someone else. And getting under someone to get over him wasn’t your kind of thing. 

“It’s okay, Guk, you already got all handsome to go out.” you tried to persuade him, hand running over his jacket to smooth it out. “Don’t keep all this from the world, huh?” 

“You know I wouldn’t mind if you kept it for yourself.” he told you, hand touching your cheek. And you didn’t have the heart to shove it away. “It’s been a while, baby. Let me stay–”

“Absolutely fucking not.” Park Jimin was walking down the hall, looking as pretty as an angel and as deadly as a demon. “I already lost one soldier tonight, I’m not about to lose another one.”

“Am I a soldier?” you giggled, a little relieved that Jimin approaching made Jeongguk let go of you and turn around to see his friend. 

“You’re my second in command!” Jimin chirped, showing you his pretty white teeth. “But I’ll forgive you for skipping this time.”

“Thank you, Chim.” you smiled at the boy, watching him pull Jeongguk away from the couch and into the kitchen. 

You stayed behind, knowing Taehyung was a lot more persuasive than Jeongguk when he wanted to be, and he would most likely find a way to get you to drink with them and that would inevitably get you in a hyper mood. And staying home alone with your thoughts, while having consumed alcohol, was a dangerous combination. 

Instead, you laid on the couch sideways, head resting on the pillow propped up on the armrest. You picked up your phone from the center table, opening the Netflix app to browse your entertainment options for tonight, trying not to feel guilty. 

You’ve been back in Seoul for five days now and this was the first time you were seeing your friends. But your work had already piled up from the two days you took off to travel to the lake, so you jumped into it head first. 

You knew Tae, Chim and Guk already knew of your workaholic ways and Namjoon knew the real reason why you were keeping your mind busy in the first place, so none of them really got upset when you said no to joining them at the club tonight. 

“Alright, bug, we’re leaving.” Namjoon was announcing as the four of them left your kitchen. “Are you going to be okay?” 

“Yeah, I still have that slice of cake in the fridge, I’m all set.” 

“Shit, that was yours?!” Taehyung’s eyes widened and you sent him a murderous glare. “Okay, we better go, hurry up–”

Taehyung was the first to rush to the door, followed by a tired Namjoon. You were sure he would end up babysitting the three younglings. Jeongguk tried to convince you to let him stay with you once more, but Jimin pulled him away after sending you kisses and telling you there was beer in the fridge in case you wanted it. 

As soon as they were gone and you were alone, the silence of your apartment felt too much, too fast. You laid down, staring at the ceiling as you thought about your options:

You could get back to watching that new drama everyone had been raving about lately, where a girl was torn between two love interests. 

You could also order a pizza and eat until your only worry was how much water you’d need to drink after all that grease. 

You could also get a pet. It would be distraction enough and would keep you busy. But not like a cat or a dog, something more unique and fun. Were sugar gliders legal to own? You’d Naver search it tomorrow, as well as pet stores near your apartment. 

Wootteo was a cute name for a sugar glider, right? Yeah, you thought so. 

The buzzing of your phone made you reach for it again, guessing one of your friends left something behind –probably Joon– and you’d have to bring it downstairs to them. But then you read the name on the screen and your heart started racing. 

Incoming call: Seokjin Oppa 

“Hi.” you picked up before the third buzz.  

“Hey.” Seokjin’s voice was the same as you remembered. Which of course it was. 

“How’s it going?” you sounded too wheezy, but Seokjin didn’t comment on it. 

“It’s been alright, you?” 

“Mhmm, I’m good too.”

You were sitting on the couch with your phone pressed against your ear. Jin barely ever texted you, you were damn sure this was the first time he ever called you. And it was the first time you heard from him ever since that night you fell asleep in his arms, so you weren’t quite sure what to say. 

“This is awkward.” he chuckled and your heart recognized it instantly. And suddenly it wasn’t awkward anymore. “I’ve been meaning to call you sooner, but it turned out that I had a lot to do when I got back home.”

“That’s okay, I didn’t really expect you to call at all.” as much as you wished he did. Every day. 

“Is it okay that I did?”

“Of course. It’s always good to hear your voice.” you were nibbling on your bottom lip, leaning the side of your body on the backrest of the couch. 

“Good, I’m glad.” he said with a little sigh of relief, which made you smile. “I miss you a lot, you know?” 

“Jin…”

Instead of breaking your heart, he steered the conversation elsewhere: “I saw your mother last night. She’s doing well, picked up a new hobby.” 

“Retirement is doing wonders for her, huh?” you laughed, heart feeling light as it hadn’t been all week. “What is it this time?”

“She made me promise not to tell you.” he said and you pouted. “Don’t pout. Just know you might be getting scented candles for your birthday.” 

Your cheeks burned from the way Seokjin just knew what your reaction would be, without having to see it. It made you wonder how much of your little mannerisms he had picked up during the weekend. And how many he remembered from school. 

“So… Our parents know about us, huh?” he started again and you rested your forehead on your knees. 

“God, did eomma have the talk with you too?” you groaned, voice almost muffled by your legs. 

“Mhmm, the one where she just wants us to be happy?”

“So that’s a yes.”

“Yeah. Appa had the same talk with me too.” he said and you were absolutely mortified. “Said he needed to be more blunt than he was with you.”

“With me? What do you mean?”

“Apparently he tried to talk to you and let you know it was okay if you had feelings for me, but you didn’t understand that’s where he was getting at.” Seokjin told you with a laugh and you frowned harder. 

“What–oh, shit, that’s what that was?!” you were brought back to the weird conversation you had with Mr. Kim in the kitchen, after your last dinner together. How he kept saying he thought that being close to you would be good for Jin. That he was happier because of you. “Damn, I had no idea.” 

“Yeah… It was eye opening for sure.”

You were both quiet then, basking on the fact that both of your parents, the only two people you were scared of hurting with these feelings you held for each other, already knew about it. And were both okay with it. 

Your mind was swimming with the new possibilities of you when him, when he said:

“I got the job, sweetheart.” 

“You…” your breath got caught in your throat as you tried to believe he was saying what you thought he was saying. “You got the job?”

“Mhmm. I’m moving to Seoul.”

You covered your mouth with your sweater sleeve so he wouldn’t hear your squeal. “Congratulations, oh my god, I’m so happy for you!”

“I’m really happy too. That means I’ll be close to you.” Jin said and your heart was about to pack its bags and change home forever. At your silence, he continued: “Is that okay? I understand if I read the signs all wrong–”

“Our parents know we’re in love with each other, I don’t think there’s a single chance you read it wrong.” you giggled, too elated to think about your words before they left your lips. “So, yeah. More than okay.” 

Seokjin chuckled on the other side of the line and you felt as though he was in front of you. “I wish you hadn’t just said that, I had a whole confession ready.”

“Oh. I totally outed myself didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but that’s alright. I’ll just tell you I love you again when I see you in person.” Seokjin sounded so fucking sure of himself you could cry. You might cry a little once the call ends. 

“Okay.” you said, biting your bottom lip before asking: “When… Uh. When are you coming? When can I see you?”

“Open the door, sweetheart.”

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he loves his rapmon hyung so much 😭 transl. laughkpop

oh my LORDY I AM STILL PROCESSING

wow this read like an entire series i am constantly impressed by the writing genius that is m 😫

1. “sinning through the act of worship.”

*cough cough* WHAT

2. “You bloom for him, pretty and pliant”

BESTIE i am on the FLOOR with this imagery every single word is perfection

3. “he can’t stop thinking that your body is art, a relief sculpture of curves against soft white bedding, a carved out and fucked out beauty.”

see above bc holy moly i am breathless!!!! the descriptive imagery has me by the throat i simply adore how much attention is given to the atmosphere and moments like this

4. “He’s all determination when he wants to be, synapses hard as steel, can shove down desire and self-hatred and something too desperate to quite be love until it goes still again and he can put the smile back on.”

😩😩😩 HOBIIIIII

i simply can’t get over this fic it’s elegant and an incredible mix of angst and beauty. i feel like he’s walking through a museum and can’t touch the art that is the reader (absolutely gut wrenching)

5. “to muffle the animal sound of shame and need, a force of habit”

ajkxsbjiwksn 😫 he deserves the world

6. “Guilt is a bitter chaser to pleasure”

THIS LINE FUCKS SO HARD oh my GOSH i feel like someone reached into my soul and ripped something out thank YOU VERY MUCH

7. “His chest constricts in the way that’s become so familiar it’s almost soothing”

this line reminds me so much of the vine imagery in nabiolive’s (excellent) dollhouse series and lemme just say

FUCK

(that is all.)

haha i kid i kid but truly the idea of finding comfort in chronic pain is a heavy one. i hope that he gets to breathe deeply in the future (mayyyybe with the reader’s help 👀)

last thoughts: i cannot believe this is only 1k. i was absolutely hooked from the first line through to the end— this fic is incredible.

self control (explicit)

genre: my first foray into angst !!!! with a side of smut~

pairing: hoseok x reader (imagined)

summary: you'll never know the way hoseok really feels about you.

word count: 1k

contains: explicit sexual content ~ member POV, unrequited love, masturbation, imagined: [infidelity, cunnilingus, sex, choking, & dumbification if you squint], hobi is rly hard on himself :'( also a small allusion at the end to rituals around cleanliness or obsessive-compulsive tendencies

A/N: please don't ask me what inspired this because i haven't a clue my friends 💀 just deep in my cancer season/yearning feels over here I GUESS. but i let myself write a little differently to fit The Vibe and i think i like how it turned out~

i like don't even want to post this considering i just dropped so much on you (and i said i was on a break but shhhh the muse came for me), buuuuuut doing it anyway ack!!! ENJOY!!

this is also on AO3!

~*~

Hoseok makes himself sick when he’s like this.

His hyungs warned him that this would hurt. He didn’t realize they’d meant it so literally. It physically hurts, a thumbprint-shaped bruise blossoming inside his chest, molded that way because he keeps fucking pressing on it, putting an ache in himself for no good reason, thinking of you, like this, like now.

He sees himself down on his knees in front of you, where he belongs, sinning through the act of worship. Begging some god he doesn’t believe in to forgive him, because he sure as hell isn’t forgiving himself, not when he isn’t even sorry.

So fucking insane, to be on the verge of tears and somehow stupidly horny at the same time. Make that make sense.

A hotel room on a high floor, a king-sized bed, egyptian cotton. Only the best for you, fuck a pricetag. The irony of infidelity framed in double-pane windows, city lights blinking impartially as he unzips your dress, says a prayer into your mouth, don’t have to tell anybody, just us, just tonight.

The way you want it, too. You bloom for him, pretty and pliant. At least that’s his hope.

He turns listlessly, his bed– his real bed in his new, too-big house, where every room throws an echo because he doesn’t have enough furniture to fucking fill it– suddenly hot, legs a frustrated tangle in the blankets, dick stirring to attention between them. He doesn’t want to be here (he doesn’t want to be anywhere, really, blipping out of existence for the night would be ideal), so he closes his eyes, lets himself sink back into it.

Just a little longer, then he’ll be good.

Your hair fans out on the pillow beneath you, makeup a mess but you’re smiling anyway, breathless and raw and so real inside this fantasy. Reaching for him, fuck-me eyes, come on, insatiable, give it to me, need you nownownow.

He fucks you down into the plush hotel mattress, and he can’t stop thinking that your body is art, a relief sculpture of curves against soft white bedding, a carved out and fucked out beauty. His, tonight. It’s enough. More than.

The sheets are damp at the place where your bodies meet, arousal and sweat and saliva from nearly an hour spent between your legs (he loves the way they shake when you’re close) because he’s learned that once he gets you started, you don’t stop coming.

He strokes deep because he loves the way you whimper with each pass, the way you squeeze tight enough to tear a growl from the back of his throat, he’s fucking feral with it now. Braces himself on one hand while the other holds your throat but applies no pressure; he knows better than that, can’t have you going home marked up.

Hoseok is good for you, leaves no trace behind that won’t wash off in the shower. He has excellent self control.

Excellent enough that he should’ve ripped himself out of this dream already. He’s never let things go this far before, in his mind. He’s all determination when he wants to be, synapses hard as steel, can shove down desire and self-hatred and something too desperate to quite be love until it goes still again and he can put the smile back on.

But tonight feels different. It’s like he wants the pain, would elect to be gutted and splayed down the middle if only for proof that his heart remains there in his chest, beating quiet consistency.

Yes, like before, even now.

Just the same, even now.

Always, probably.

He’s hard, has been hard. Sticky sweet kisses of precum press over the inside of his briefs, then into the hollow of his stomach when he flips his length up, as if that might help.

He doesn’t want to touch himself. It’s another line he’s yet to cross, the last thing he has to cling to when he needs to believe that he isn’t depraved, disgusting, for harboring all of this inside himself, carrying this pathetic torch for far too long.

But the thought of rutting into you, the little gasps you make, eyelashes fluttering and pussy quivering as he works yet another one out of you… Shit. It’s too much. When you tip up to find his lips with yours, whining nonsensically into his mouth– fucked too dumb to make any sense, he thinks he might not ever let you leave this room.

And that snaps his last thread of restraint.

Hoseok only needs to thrust up into his fist three times before his climax hits, painting over his stomach, chest, hand, sheets, fuck. He bites down so hard on his other palm that he threatens to break skin, all to muffle the animal sound of shame and need, a force of habit– he lives alone now, the walls of his empty house don’t give a fuck.

He comes like a virgin, he thinks to himself, critiquing a performance the second he steps off the stage as is his way. The thought that finally sent him over the edge was PG-13 at best: his tongue in the heat of your mouth.

He really does think he could get over all this if you kissed him, just once.

Embarrassing.

Guilt is a bitter chaser to pleasure, downed before bliss even shows up, if there was any. He’s a mess: emotionally, literally– cum all over himself, the bedsheets too. Creepy, dirty, wrong.

His chest constricts in the way that’s become so familiar it’s almost soothing, makes no fucking sense yet somehow it does. A self-invented problem he knows how to solve, a specific set of steps begging completion in perfect order.

Scalding-hot shower. Exfoliate. Lotion. Cleanser, toner, serum; wait for it to sink in. Sheets in the wash. Detergent, fabric softener. Vacuums the floor while he’s at it. New sheets on the bed, hospital corners tucked sharp, pillows fluffed, immaculate. Back to the bathroom, moisturizer that he adds two drops of rose-hip oil to and mixes against the back of his hand, sleeping pack to lock it in.

He swears he’s got new lines along the corners of his mouth, feels stupid that he’s ruining his skin with smiles that aren’t even real.

He can exhale, then, still with a tight grip on the edge of the sink. Once it’s all done, every trace of indiscretion cleaned up and put away, and he’s good again. At least until the next time his self control slips.

SO PRETTY

oooooh that’s a fun reveal!!!!!! hahah i’m so glad tae said let’s not drag this out 😂 i’m actually really excited for them to chat- i feel like she’s ready?? also SO GLAD that she is leaning on her support system 🥰 that conversation with joon was everything!! i’m constantly amazed by how much complexity this story has it’s absolutely incredible :)))

Little do You Know | OT7 | Eighty Six

Pair: Bangtan (ot7) x f!reader 

Summary: In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose. 

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, playmate au, idol au. 

Chapter warnings: Back to our normal programming!! Is that angst I see coming? 

WC: 2.6k.

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“So what are the rules on the set?” you asked nervously as you tried to stop fidgeting. 

“I thought this wasn’t your first music video.” Tae chuckled, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips. 

“It’s not, but it’s the first time I’m actually dating the artist." 

It was early afternoon when Taehyung showed up at your apartment to pick you up in one of HYBE’s many cars and drivers. You were on your way to the filming location Hoseok was shooting his newest music video for More; which would mark his debut as a solo artist. 

"Companies had different rules when I was a playmate.” you explained your nervousness. “JYP didn’t like it when we took pictures of the set. And P NATION was very particular about their space.”

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