Im CRYING THIS IS SO FUNNY AND ABSOLUTELY PERFECT

i’m CRYING THIS IS SO FUNNY AND ABSOLUTELY PERFECT

I’m sorry if someone has already asked you this but I just discovered your blog and I have to know what your headcannons are of BTS while high

anon… NO ONE has asked me this yet!!!! and you have my whole entire heart for taking one for the team and doing god’s work. i have treated this ask with the utmost importance and i only hope that i don’t disappoint you. also i'm sorry this took me literally all day LMFAO let me just open this with a blanket statement: the sheer number of bangtan giggles that there would be. i think i would die. anyway. onwards and upwards

namjoon

tbh my boy namjoon already speaks like he is stoned. he is ALWAYS waxing poetic and having an existential crisis, and that would increase tenfold if found holding a blunt. he’s making connections, he’s drawing conclusions. the empty chip bag that he has just devoured is definitely a metaphor for fame and how people take everything they love from you and then there’s nothing left for yourself. he’d sit on that for about five minutes before feeling guilty for thinking such thoughts about HIS army, who always refills his metaphorical chip bag.

seokjin

think of the windshield wiper laughs. OH he would be making the stupidest jokes (yes more than he already does). he gets great pleasure from jokes that make people groan. in seeming direct contrast, our gamer guy would be absolutely COUCHLOCKED. but he’d find that for some reason he just isn’t as angry at failures/deaths as he would be sober. and he thinks, “is THIS peace? have i never known it before this moment?” he didn't think he could get any more go with the flow than he already was. but if you think he’s not paying attention to the room around him, think again. he's making fun of everyone else losing their minds, all with eyes glued to the screen.

yoongi

oh bro. yoongi? he’s already an encyclopedia of useless knowledge, sprinkled with existential dread and hatred of the system. my man is ranting and RAVING about the capitalist machine. he doesn't understand why people have to work themselves to death to survive with no opportunity to enjoy life. he's pissed about the fact that he now benefits so greatly from a system he initially set out to be publicly against. and then he'll go on for 15 minutes about stucco, no transition. he's also hearing the most mundane sounds and recording them on his phone because they'll be perfect samples for a track. and then when he listens back to them the next day, he'll be like "what the absolute fuck was this?"

hobi

hobi for the first 20 minutes of the high is a silent observer. it's a little overwhelming right at the beginning, so he's probably a little in his head. he's just taking everything in. but after he crests the peak, he is loosey goosey. music has never made him want to dance more, and he didn't know that was possible. our boy's taste in music is made for getting stoned to. he's wiggling over to the snacks, wiggling with the snacks in his hand. falling to the floor, shouting with laughter when he sees how absolutely ZOOTED his members are. after he wipes the tears from his eyes, he sees yoongi sampling the sound of the ice maker and immediately goes over to be his ultimate hype man.

jimin

park jimin. my sweet baby. he knows that mama didn’t raise no bitch, so he’s taken extra hits after everyone’s tapped out. his eyes are basically permanently shut. for the life of him he cannot stop giggling. he’s in that every single thing that happens is funny mode. can’t hold himself upright. we’re talking hands on shoulders, we’re talking heads in laps, we’re talking falling to the floor. kim taehyung is the funniest person to exist in his eyes (yes more than normal). usually he cringes at himself speaking affectionately about his members, but all inhibitions are gone. he loves them SO MUCH, and he’s absolutely not going to shut up about it. he’s making grandiose plans for them to never get around to doing together because they’re not actually reasonable.

taehyung

taehyung is also thinking thoughts, putting things together. we're talking about the brain that brought us borahae. of course, for one good realization, you have to have about one hundred terrible ones. think of the highest thought you've ever had, or have ever heard someone else have, and you might have stepped inside the anomaly that is kim taehyung's head. some shit like, "what if birds aren't singing and they're actually screaming because they're afraid of heights?" and of course, jimin is fully ready to take this thought that he accidentally vocalized, turn it into a bit, and beat it into the ground. legend has it they're still figuring this out.

jungkook

on his most productive day, our maknae is operating as head empty, no thoughts. so there's no doubt in my mind that he's staring at the wall. not a damn thing is happening up there, i promise you. he's just realized AGAIN that he has hands, but he has no idea what to do with them. because he's completely unaware of what's going on in the room around him, he's interrupted taehyung and jimin's bit to ask them what he should do about his hand predicament. but while he was trying to get their attention, his hand brushed over one of the blankets on the couch and goddamn is it not the softest thing he's ever felt. so his focus has shifted entirely to feeling this blanket. rinse and repeat.

SOFT BABY 🥹🥰

(the teeny tiny voice crack 🥹)

((his mf CONFIDENCE reorganizing the whole family to get 👏 his 👏 snuggles 👏))

Hi, could you do a drabble where your boyfriend Yoongi has to constantly compete against your cat for your affection/attention

SOFT YOONGI HOURS!!!!!!!! i loved this idea so, so much. poor pouty baby :(

Contrary to what Yoongi seemed to think, you could feel him glaring. Not at you — the only other person present — but at the heap of long, grey fur stretched out over your torso and extended legs. Sprawled out across that oversized armchair, your feet swung idly below your knees as they hinged over the plush fabric of the chair’s arm.  

A picture of perfect coziness; so blatantly contrary to your boyfriend’s rigid posture on the adjacent couch. 

He also failed to notice the way your gaze would flicker from the screen ahead to the periphery — to him and his subtly narrowed eyes. You’d had your suspicions for months now, ever since you moved in together, but his stony expression then was the clearest he’d ever made it:   

Min Yoongi was jealous of a cat. And, brat that you were, you seized the opportunity to tease him for it. 

Fingers stroking gently down Michiru’s back, you smirked to yourself and turned your attention back to the television. She was a puddle on your chest, melting further and further into purrs until her yellow orbs drooped into blissed-out crescent moons. 

“Are you tired, baby?” You hummed as you continued your ministrations. Eyes still purposefully fixed on Alley Restaurant, you created the pitfall for Yoongi to fall in. “Should we go to bed?” 

Oblivious to your scheme, in a voice so tiny that your nonchalant mask nearly cracked, Yoongi peeped, “Yes, please.” 

“Hmm?” You turned to him as if his response was a surprise. Like you’d forgotten he was there. Then, laying it on thick, you giggled, “Oh, I was talking to Michiru-sama. She looks exhausted, doesn’t she?” 

Mouth pulling outwards in a straight line, Yoongi’s displeasure came out as a wordless grunt. It took all your restraint not to laugh at his very poorly hidden pout. Swallowing it down, you pursed your lips tight and looked away before he could catch on. 

That poor boy always tried so, so hard to pretend like affection was something he merely — occasionally — tolerated. Like he didn’t want to be the one half-asleep in your lap, with your fingertips rubbing slow circles into his scalp. As if he was just shy of annoyed whenever you pounced on him and polka-dotted kisses over every millimeter of his grimacing face.  

The truth was that Min Yoongi was soft. Sooner or later, you’d get him to admit it. 

You sat in silence for a few minutes before he eventually stirred. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him toss the knitted throw off his lap and make to stand. So, you figured, he’d thrown in the towel and was now going to be grumpy — alone — in bed. But then, you saw him fluff that discarded blanket into the shape of a circle.  

One more harrumph and Yoongi was on his way to you. 

Saying nothing, he gently scooped Michiru into his arms. She was too sleepy to react, opting instead to spill out slowly over his forearms like molasses. He ignored the way your eyes widened while your lap-warmer was extricated; and he continued to do so as he placed her into the little blanket bagel he’d crafted. There was an undeniable smugness on his face when she curled up and let her eyes drift shut again. Entirely unbothered. 

And then he turned back to you. 

“What are you —?” You squeaked out a laugh as his arms hooked under your bent knees and back. Just as carefully as he’d lifted Michiru, Yoongi pulled you off the armchair. He held you just long enough to turn around and plop himself down in the space you were previously occupying with a satisfied sigh. 

Wiggling until you were nestled comfortably against his chest, you looked up to find him gazing at the television instead of back at you. Still smirking, of course, pretending not to notice that there was a full-fledged human being in his lap. 

You tugged gently at one of the strings dangling from his sweatshirt hood. When he didn’t so much as blink, you nudged, “Are we not going to acknowledge what’s happening here?” 

“What’s that, love?” Yoongi asked, feigning surprise at your voice but still not looking, “Or are you talking to my adversary again?” 

You furrowed your brow, lifted your hand from your lap, and poked his cheek lightly with your index finger. “I’m talking to my boyfriend about the turf war he’s waging with our pet.” 

“I’m not waging a war, baby,” Yoongi corrected you softly. Finally, he tilted his head downward to kiss your forehead. You could feel his lips curve into a smile as they hovered over your skin, “I obviously just won it.” 

sunshine boy 💫

I’M SCREAMING THIS IS ICONIC

i have a little idea in my brain but i don't feel like writing it so, let's all just imagine this fanfic together okay: jk comes home from a long busy schedule day (and maybe he had some whiskey with his hyungs after 🤪) - he says he'll come to bed soon, just needs a little bit to decompress, but reader peeks into the living room an hour later to find him passed out on the couch. so she nudges him awake (it takes a few tries) and steers him into the bathroom, where she lovingly takes off his makeup and applies his skincare for him while he sits on the edge of the bathtub, still nodding off, bangs pushed out of his face with a pink cooky headband. just sweet fluffy domestic bliss~

well DAMN 😮😮

i can’t get over the back and forth ahhh!!! the dichotomy!!! i LOVED how this was formatted holy moly the professional tension and distance directly compared to their closeness i think has short circuited my brain my jaw is on the FLOOR. 😩💛

Substance 8—KNJ

WC: 1.6k

EXPLICIT, 🔞

Summary: You meet Kim Namjoon at the library during a yearlong fellowship in Seoul. You’ve never heard of BTS, but you like him. Is there a place in his life for you?

Warnings: Language, protected sex

A/N: thanks to @xjoonchildx and @vyduan for reading and everyone who has written me about this story. I’m so, so thrilled you like it too.

Mittens’ Masterlist

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Part 8: Her Studio

June

You’re in the conservation studio this morning. It’s a big, well-lit space in the basement of the museum that looks more like a sterile science lab than an artist’s studio. You’re trying to concentrate on the corner of a Kim Hong Chak canvas that has a small smudge on it. Over clean and it will create another type of mark.

“Dr. _______, um, so sorry to interrupt.” Your apprentice Tina has come over to your table. “I just got a call, we have a last-minute VIP guest coming for a studio visit.”

Oh shit. You know it’s Namjoon. He had a meeting with the president of the museum this morning; he'd wanted to commute together, which was cute, but ultimately too risky. You try not to respond too strongly. She probably just thinks you’re worried about a high-profile guest.

“Ah, okay.” You glance over at the head of the department, Mi Hi, who is walking over.

“The president of the museum is on her way with Kim Namjoon. They’d like to look at your progress on the Yun Keun-hyong.”

You force a smile. “Of course, Mi Hi unnie. That’s very exciting.”

She nods and walks away quickly, probably to tidy something, even though the steady state of the lab is very organized. You glance at your phone lying on top of your laptop—four messages and two missed calls from Namjoon.

It's been a few months, but you still have that fluttery feeling, that buzz of anticipation at seeing him, even though you spent the night at his place. You’ve got to rein that in right now. Any kind of indication of anything between the two of you could be bad news.

—

At dinner last night, in a private room at this fancy place in Gangnam: “People are usually too afraid to even speak to me. Or they’re just following me around. You—” he smirks, “—the first thing you did was give me shit.”

“What? I was just advocating for myself,” you grin back.

“Exactly. What you knew or thought of me didn’t matter. Even when you did know who I was.”

“You mean at the gala?”

He nods.

“But I didn’t really know ‘who you were’ then. I just kind of knew you were famous. I only have kind of a better idea now of who you are.”

He just stares at you for a beat. And then that little, dimple-popping half smile comes out. The one you only see when you’re alone. The one you saw when you met him at the library.

“I really like you, you know that, right?”

“I do.” You give him a wink.

—

“Unnie, you know who that is, right?” Your apprentice nudges you and tilts her head towards the window where you can see Namjoon and the museum president approach.

“Kind of?” You shrug and her jaw drops. She closes it quickly as they walk through the door and you chuckle. But your heart starts racing, your skin feels sweaty. This man, your man, the one you know, not RM, not Kim Namjoon. He makes you feel very nervous.

He’s got that look on his face. The one he keeps for non-music related public events. A controlled, practiced smile, his eyes focused on the president; everyone lines up to greet them. You all bow as they come in.

—

Last night walking into his place, you’d made a similar move. But you didn’t stop and as he unbuttoned his pants, you sunk to your knees, taking his half-hard cock into your mouth while his hands tangled in your hair.

—

“Mr. Kim, you remember Dr. ________ from the gala a few months ago. She did the assessment at your office and the conservation work.”

“Of course, a pleasure to see you again.”

This is so weird. You want to giggle. The soft hush of the museum and the calm, measured practice of art conservation lies in direct contrast to the sweaty, enthusiastic, athletic way Namjoon worked you out last night.

He gives no hint that ten hours ago he had your legs over his shoulders, hips pounding into yours as he made you come for a third time. This morning your apprentice had commented on how glowy your skin looked. You told her it was the new Dr. Jart niacinamide sheet mask.

“Okay, let me show you what we’ve been doing with the painting.” You lead them to your work space. You see Namjoon look around taking in your workbench, where your laptop is set up, a few photos next to it. Including one that you took from the top of Wonmisan Mountain. It just shows the azaleas and no people. He does a slight double take and you see a small smirk on his face; you don’t think anyone else notices.

You and the apprentice take Namjoon’s painting and place it on one of the working easels near your space.

“Overall it was in good condition. We did a light dusting using the lowest suction on a variable speed vacuum.”

Namjoon’s on the opposite side of the painting, leaning forward slightly as if peering over a cliff. As if you were any closer, some gravitational force would push you together.

“There were two main areas of concern: pigment color loss here, on the lower left side and a small tear, here.” You gesture to the areas and pause for questions. The president and your department head nod. You don’t look at Namjoon.

“For the color loss, there isn’t much we can do. But it can dry the pigment and cause flaking or loss because the canvas is largely unprimed. So I added a very dilute B-72 in acetone mixture to stabilize the area without saturating and penetrating the canvas.”

—

“Everytime baby, everytime you’re so wet for me.” He sounds so stern, almost angry. It’s driving you wild.

“Just you, only you, Joon.” You’re choking out the words as he slips two fingers into your slick heat. And starts to quickly move them in and out, it’s so intense so fast.

“Oh fuck—” Your whole body tenses and you grab at his arm.

“Too much, baby?” His voice is gentle and he slows down.

“No, no, it’s good, so good. Don’t stop. Please.”

—

“Before it was fully dry, I added a light layer of pigment to bring the color up a bit, but one that could easily be reversed if necessary.”

You adjust your turtleneck slightly, unconsciously grazing your fingers over where Namjoon peppered little marks along your clavicle. You glance at him and he raises one eyebrow a millimeter. He remembers, too.

“Mr. Kim,” you nod in Namjoon’s direction but don’t meet his eyes, and put on your best, professional smile. “The view from your office is very nice, but save it for people and hang this painting away from the sunlight?” You raise an eyebrow and he cracks a grin. Once he responds so well, everyone else relaxes a bit.

“Noted, will do, Dr. _______.”

—

He slaps your ass when you lower down. Your hands on his shins to brace yourself as you start to ride him.

“Holy shit this view. So sexy, baby. I won’t last.” His fingertips dig into your hips as he thrusts into you even harder.

—

“For the tear, it looks a little like something was repeatedly pushed against it. So it likely happened in shipping where repeated motion caused the break. I used a small patch on the back of the canvas to secure it, but that won’t be visible to anyone looking at it.”

—

You don’t last at all. You come so hard you stop moving, spots burst in your vision. Namjoon’s movements slow and his hand gently smooths along your back. “Okay, baby?”

“Yes, very, very okay.”

—

There is some more discussion about the treatment; Namjoon and the president have some questions. How long did it take? Is this type of condition typical? The more you talk, the more you relax and enjoy talking shop with other art lovers.

“How would Yun have repaired one of his own canvases?” Namjoon asks so sincerely your heart squeezes.

“That’s a great question, Mr. Kim. It would have been really similar to the technique I used, though he would have, and did, cut part of other unused canvas to repair. Since it’s older now and the fabric more brittle, I took a slightly different approach using archival materials.”

“Thank you, Dr. _______. Very nice work.” The president of the museum shakes your hand.

“Oh, thank you.”

“Yes, very well done. Thank you for taking care of this. For me.” Namjoon also bows and shakes your hand.

You just nod and smile. Actually speaking might give you away. They leave and your apprentice manages to hold it together until Namjoon rounds the corner until she groans and puts her head in her hands.

“Oh wow, he is so handsome. This is the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

You laugh and pat her on the back. “He definitely is.”

——

You’ve changed your contacts again. Not a good idea to have his name all over your phone.

애인 💖: you look so hot at work

You: Ha! I'm just wearing what I had on this morning

애인 💖: yeah but you’re all like, doing your thing, being so smart, telling me what to do, it’s so sexy

You: oh, well, noted that you like it when I’m bossy

애인 💖: I really, really do

애인 💖: want a ride home? I don’t have to go to the studio.

You: oh yeah, what kind of ride are you offering?

애인 💖: you know what kind baby, the partition is up 😉

You: 🙄🙄🙄

애인 💖: 👀

You: Obviously yes

애인 💖: we’re parked on the second floor parking garage

You: on my way

PART 9: HIS STUDIO

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Thanks for reading—tag list and asks open.

oh oh OH this was such a cute chapter eek!!!

heejin’s comment about the reverse harem had me snorting my cup of milk let’s rock and roll

their interaction is just so lovely and im so glad they’re friiiiiends i need more heejin in my life 🥰

this whole project idea is SO CUTE so many suchwita vibes 😂 (ella did it first change my mind hybe 😤) and baby seems like a natural at it!!! maybe talk show host is in in her future ☺️

YOONGI MY LOVE 🥹 i would kill to see what that voice memo said also all of them supporting the project in their own ways 😭😭 my heart is in pieces (seven to be exact)

um the GRAPES 🫢

that’s it no words ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Little do You Know | OT7 | Ninety 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: It’s project time! We have a special guest <3 

WC: 4k

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“Tell me again why you can't keep Jack?” Jungkook was saying as he walked into your bedroom. 

You didn’t think your apartment had ever been as busy as it was today. You were finally filming your final project for the HYBE Summer Program; that could end up granting you and your two teammates an internship at the company. You were very excited about it and you knew your idea was a good one. 

Now all you needed was a good execution. 

Your project idea was a webseries, where the presenter would interview idols, celebrities and actors in different settings; doing fun things like driving around town, indoor rock climbing, a yoga class, etc. You weren’t about to film a whole series for it, but you wanted to hand in a pilot episode as your final project. 

Which is where your friends came in. 

Heejin was taking care of hair and makeup, Doyun was your set producer, and Jungkook would be your filming director for the day. Sumni and Woojin, your teammates, would be responsible for overlooking the whole thing, as well as editing. You would be the host of the show and executive producer. 

On the one hand you were very excited and you knew you would have fun. But on the other side of the coin, there were the nerves about doing a good enough job that would grant you a position to work for HYBE again. 

As you were sitting on a chair inside your bedroom, Heejin took care of the finishing touches of your makeup. While you could have done it yourself, she had years of experience in what looked good on camera, which products to use to make sure your skin looked smooth, and how to bring evidence to things like your cheekbones, eyes and lips. 

“Six dogs and Jimin's allergies.” you answered your boyfriend, another one to fall for your foster cat’s charms. 

“Right. Well, Jimin could just take shots every two weeks and the dogs would get used to him.” Jungkook pouted, and you really wanted to tell him you also had a bunny. 

“You think Yeontan would get used to a cat?” you mused, getting your hand mirror to admire Heejin’s work. 

“Okay well, maybe Tae hyung doesn’t move in with us–”

“Heyyyy. If I'm moving in with any of you, I want the seven there.” you stated with a pout of your own. 

Your friend let out a small chuckle that made you look at her in question. “This should be so weird.”

“What?” you frowned.

“You and your reverse harem.”

“Oh, yeah I don't even notice it anymore.” you giggled, giving her a thumbs up about your pretty makeup. “Does it make you uncomfortable?”

You closed your eyes as your friend misted your face with the setting spray to make sure everything stayed in place, using your RJ hand fan to make it dry faster. 

“Nah, I've been calling it for ages now.” you heard Heejin say. “Ever since you started working for them.”

“Actually, I'm pretty sure you thought I was sleeping with Doyun.”

“Oh. Yeah, that was clearly a lapse of judgment. But I mean, it's not like he didn't try–”

“Thank you!!!” Jungkook was butting in on the conversation.

“Don’t start! We're all happy and committed now.” you were saying as you got up from the chair to change your regular clothes for a fancier set good enough to be on a hypothetical YouTube channel. You didn’t mind changing in front of Heejin, even less in front of your boyfriend. “Doyung has his new girlfriend and I have all of your annoying asses.”

“Yup, just me being forever single.” Heejin lamented.

Your outfit choice for today was made of a few pieces you already had in your closet, but never wore before. Back in the day these used to be your kind of work clothes, when you had to wear big names and be put together when being seen with idols.  

The top was a white cropped, short sleeved, button down by Chanel. The skit was a black Louis Vuitton piece you had been gifted right before your trip to Los Angeles with the boys last year. Your shoulders were covered, but you didn’t mind showing your legs and a little bit of midriff between where your shirt ended and your skirt started. 

A look appropriate enough for most audiences.

“Do you want me to hook you up with Woojin? He was basically drooling for you.” you asked Heejin as you sat down to put on your socks and Prada boots. 

“Nah, I like oppas. You're the one who likes to be called noona.”

“Kook is the only one who calls me noona, Jimin and Tae never did.” you said, watching as your youngest boyfriend had pink cheeks for being called out. 

“You also don't call the others oppa, just Jin hyung.” Jungkook told you, nibbling on his lip ring. 

“That’s because he's my only oppa.” you wiggled your eyebrows suggestively. 

Once you were all ready, hair fluffed and makeup spotless, Heejing excused herself from your room, leaving you alone with Jungkook. The boy was still nibbling on his lip, looking everywhere on your body but your face. 

“Yes?” you giggled, walking to him. 

“You look like an idol.” he told you, hand resting on the small of your back. 

“Yeah? Like… IU?” you teased and he rolled his eyes. “I know she’s your ideal type, maybe I wanted to look like her for today.” 

You didn’t look like IU, and your clothes might be a bit too revealing for her too, but you still wanted to tease your boyfriend. 

“She was my ideal type.” Jungkook said as he pulled you closer to him. “But then I met you and it was over for her. For anyone else.” 

“Good answer.” 

You grinned but escaped his puckering lips as he tried to kiss you; it made him pout harder, but it was almost show time and Heejin wasn’t afraid of telling you off for messing up your lipstick. 

“Unnie, our guest is coming up and Woojin is freaking out–” Sumni was calling for you, head popping up on your bedroom door. 

“I’m coming, tell him to breathe.” 

You squeezed Jungkook’s shoulder and he let go of you. The two of you followed Sumni into the living room and kitchen of your apartment. 

Doyun had done a very good job of turning your kitchen into a mini-studio; the big dining table was where you would be filming today, all kinds of condiments, as well as two portable cooktops organized on top of it. Behind where you’d be standing, there was a fake wall to cover your many cabinets, and a neon sign –that actually lit up– with the words The Yn Show in bright purple. 

Everything felt so much like the real deal you could actually post this online and see what happens. You wouldn’t, for legal reasons, but you could. 

Jungkook and Doyun helped you strap the microphone to your clothes and the mic pack to your back. 

“Okay, where did you get these from?” you asked both boys, since it looked too professional to be the kind you found in tech stores, which were the only ones you had a budget for. 

“Uh. Taehyungie hyung pulled a Tata Mic face on the staff and got these from the RUN producers.” Jungkook explained sheepishly. 

“He did what?” 

You didn’t have time to properly nag him about the proportions this was already taking, when a voice you knew well was coming from the hallway of the apartment. Your guest had arrived and Heejin was already putting the mic pack and microphone to her clothes, just like yours. 

“Oh my god, there you are!” Jessi was jumping and rushing to you as soon as she was cleared by Heejin. 

“Hiiiiii.” you squealed, accepting her hug. “Thank you so much for doing this, I owe you one, big time.” 

“Go out clubbing with me again and we’re even.” she said as you looked each other over, like good friends who hadn’t seen each other in a long while. 

“Weren’t we at a party, like, three days ago?!” 

“It doesn’t count, you were surrounded by your men.” she hushed, but Jungkook still heard it and let out a small huff. 

You had seen Jessi at Hoseok’s launch party, which was when you invited her to be the guest for your pilot project. She said yes immediately, sending a text to her manager and getting the approval almost immediately. The fact that not many people would end up seeing this recording was the main reason why it was so easy in the first place, but you counted your blessings that your friend was allowed to do this favor for you.

While you quickly got caught up with each other, everyone around you was doing their jobs. It felt a little weird to just be standing there while Jungkook checked the cameras, Woojin tested the audio and Sumni moved a couple things on the table. But you've been up all night doing research, watching interviews and coming up with interesting questions that wouldn't make your guest uncomfortable and would still be entertaining for your hypothetical audience.

"Ready when you are, tokki." Jungkook let you know, with a headset over his ears, standing behind a monitor where he could see the view from all of the strategically placed cameras. 

"Thank you, bun. I think we're all good to go." 

You looked around the room, where everything seemed to be in the right spot. Sumni offered a water bottle to Jessi while you moved to your spot behind the table, checking the small tape on the floor that showed you where you should stand to greet your guest. 

The ring lights and softboxes were a little blinding, but you had to ignore them for the sake of good lighting on the video. Jungkook counted to three and clapped to sync the audio, so you knew it was your cue to start.

"Annyeonghaseyo, yeorobun. Welcome to the first episode of The Yn Show." you waved and smiled for the main camera, swallowing the small lump on your throat. "I'm your host and I hope we'll have some fun together for the next hour. Please help me introduce our first guest! Jessi!" 

Crowd participation –from your team behind the camera– was the way you found for this whole thing to not be awkward, and it should also make the audience feel closer to you and your guest.

With the enthusiastic claps and whoops from everyone around, Jessi walked to you and hugged you again, as if it was the first time she was seeing you tonight. 

"Hi, everyoneeee." the woman stood next to you and bowed to everyone behind the cameras and waved. 

"Thank you so much for coming here. Are you excited?" you asked in that entertainment voice you found when being a guest at the RUN BTS episode. 

"Yes, I'm very curious about all this. Are we cooking? I'm a horrible cook."

"Ah, well, you won't have trouble cooking this, we're making ramen." you told your guest, hands resting on top of the table. You reached for a pack of ramen from the little pile in the middle of the table, where the first of many product placements was prepared for today. "But not just any ramen, this is Jin Ramyun. And thank you to Otoogi for sponsoring today’s episode!” 

The ramen brand wasn’t actually sponsoring this fake pilot, of course, it was all for the project, as you had to pretend this was a real thing. 

Seokjin was actually Otoogi’s newest endorsement model for Jin Ramyun and even recorded an AD that would air at some point in october. As their newest partner, your oldest boyfriend had access to a lifetime supply of the ramen, which meant he went around giving whole boxes of the noodles to you, the other boys and his family. That was actually what made you decide the theme for the pilot, and what you and Jessi would cook.

“I see we have two stoves here, so this is a competition?” the woman was saying next to you, hands on her hips as she examined the content on top of the table. “

“Yes, so, we both have the same ingredients, we can do whatever we want, but we’re only allowed to use one pot.” you explained as you lifted a pan to show the audience it was empty. “When we’re done, everyone will taste it and decide which one is better.”

“Okay, so your whole team will try it? Gee, I guess who will win!” 

“Nah, everyone knows not to be biased!” you laughed at her squinting. “Besides, your manager is here too!”

“Yah, he likes you more than he likes me, it still doesn’t make it fair.” 

You shook your head, but as Jessi started looking around to get with the cooking, so did you. While she went straight for the water bottle, you took a bit of garlic paste with a drop of olive oil to your pan. The heat was on low, while your friend eyed yours in outrage; most likely comparing both of your techniques. 

“We’ve known each other for a few years, haven’t we?” you spoke. This wouldn’t be as interesting if you didn’t carry on with the interview portion of the project.

“Is it three years now? We worked together in the past.” Jessi said as she stared at her water boiling, and you threw in pieces of pork belly to fry with the crispy garlic.

“Well, I worked for you. We caused trouble together.” you corrected her. 

“Same thing, come on!” the woman laughed, placing a hand on your shoulder and staring straight into the camera as she said: “No but really, this girl has seen me in so many compromising situations I don’t even know why I’m here today.”

You giggled, because that was one hundred percent true. “Maybe we should tell our viewers some of those–”

“Nooooo, oh my god!” Jessi was laughing again, waving her hands in the air to stop you. “Or I’ll tell your boyfriend, the cutie behind the camera, stories about you too!” 

“Okay, changing the subject!”

You didn’t really introduce Jungkook to Jessi as your boyfriend, but you didn’t think there was a single person in the Jack in The Box party that didn’t know you were dating all seven Bangtan members. It’s not like you hid it either, kissing all –but Yoongi, who wasn’t there– without a worry about who could see it. 

As Jessi’s water started to boil and she cracked an egg into it, you took your fried pork belly and garlic and placed it on a little dish to the side, only now adding some water to boil. As you waited for it, you continued with the interview:

“You go to a lot of variety shows, right?”

“Uh huh.” she nodded while staring at her egg, moving it slowly with her pair of chopsticks.

“So you must get a lot of the same questions.”

“I do, yeah.”

“Well, I’ve been watching those variety shows so I wouldn’t ask you all of the same, but I did get to an interesting interview.” you stated, getting an iPad from Sumni. “Shall we watch this?”

“I know that look!” Jessi’s perfectly done eyebrows raised on her face and she looked at the camera again. “This look…. This look right here, you know you’re in trouble when she looks at you like this.”

You had an amused smile on your face as you unlocked the device, finding the video in question already loaded and ready to play. You knew Woojin would add the video during the editing portion of it, so you didn’t need to turn it to the camera. 

Jessi’s eyes widened as the video started. 

“Who’s your ideal type? Could you come up with your celeb crush?” the Jessi on the video read a question card. 

‘The one who Jessi is into?’ were the words added on the edit as the woman thought about it. 

The real version of Jessi was trying to hide behind you as she knew exactly what was coming. 

“He’s so cool. There’s a guy I thought so.” video-Jessi was saying. She seemed more than a little embarrassed by admitting: “One of the BTS members.” 

“BTS?” the host in the video asked as your friend grew shy and tried to hide behind the question cards. 

“But I can’t tell this, no, no. Fans are gonna get mad at me.” after a few cuts of the camera, she finally said: “This guy, recently he became manly–”

“Jungkook!” the host guessed and the woman blushed and burst into a fit of giggles. 

“Please listen to me! He became a manly man–”

You stopped the video when Jessi was hiding behind you completely, squealing and laughing from embarrassment. You knew it wasn’t fair to make her watch this while Jungkook was actually standing right there. Your friend and ex-client –who you worked for as a playmate– had a crush on your boyfriend in the past. 

“Oh my gooooood!” Jessi was red in the face when you moved to the side so she wouldn’t be hiding from the camera anymore. 

“I know Jungkook, you know? I could introduce you to him.” you teased, since the camera couldn’t see Jungkook was near and as red in the face as the girl. 

“Stoooooop!!! Save me, manager-nim! I regret this already!” 

“Noona’s ramen was better than yours, hyung.” Jungkook told Seokjin, who scoffed. 

“I’m the one who taught her that recipe in the first place!” Jin justified. 

You had half a mind to listen to your two boyfriends bickering about who could cook a better ramen. You were too stunned by the fact Min Yoongi, SUGA of BTS, one of the most sought out producers in the world, had created an original soundtrack for your pilot. 

Surely he –much like your other boyfriends who got involved in this project– had an ulterior motive. If you did well and your project was good enough, you’d get an internship and start working for HYBE again; indirectly working with them again. 

But regardless of that, it did make you a little emotional how Yoongi kept helping you time and time again, without you even asking him for anything. And the song was so cool too! You could definitely hear Yoongi’s style in the instrumental you knew was him playing, and the organic sounds he liked to add to his songs so much. It reminded you of the BTS In The Seom track a little bit, but a little more mature. 

You texted the song to the group chat you shared with Woojin and Sumni, telling them to add it to the video, but leaving out the small detail that Yoongi had been the one to create it. While you didn’t really hide Jungkook from them today, and you had a feeling you could trust them, you would always have that little bit of doubt and suspicion that made you second guess people’s intentions. 

“When can we feed him treats again?” Seokjin was the one to ask you, as the subject apparently changed from ramen recipes to the cat leisurely laying on the bed of the guest bedroom. 

“Sorry, oppa, Kookie already gave Jack all of the treats he can have today.” 

The three of you, plus the black cat, were in Jack’s bedroom –aka your extra room–. It made you happy to see how the kitty had gotten used to people and the space pretty fast. He was still confined to the one room, but with the shooting today, and the many pieces of equipment you were yet to put away, you didn’t want him wandering around and risking getting hurt or breaking something. 

Jungkook was sitting on the floor, investigating one of the many toys you had bought for the cat that wasn’t even yours, and you and Seokjin were sitting side by side on top of the bed. Every now and then Jack would move his ears or lift his head when he heard something interesting, but otherwise he remained lazy and relaxed. 

“You can feed me grapes, though.” you said, head pointing to the plate with chunky green grapes Jin had brought from his family’s farm. 

“That’s even better.” 

Seokjin plucked a juicy grape from the stem and brought it to your lips. You only parted them slightly, not wide enough for the fruit to just slip in. This was Kim-oral-fixation-Seokjin, you couldn’t just eat it! 

And of course your boyfriend appreciated it. 

Jin dragged the fruit on your lips, eyes stuck to the way the tip of your tongue slipped out just a smidge to lick not only the grape but the tips of his fingers too. He groaned as his gaze searched for yours and found your eyes staring deeply into his. 

“Can we share it, sweetheart?” he asked in a low voice and you nodded. 

Your boyfriend brought the grape to his mouth, holding it between his teeth. All you had to do was lean in a little more so your lips could wrap around the fruit Jin was holding in his mouth and give it, and his plush lips, a little suck. You bit half of the grape, the sweet juice invading your mouth as a few drops dribbled down your chin. 

When your half of the grape fell into your mouth and the same happened to Jin’s half, his hand held you in place by the back of your neck and he kissed you. Your tongues moved together in a slow dance, the pieces of grape going along with it. Jin was the first to bite his and you could taste it a lot stronger, sucking the juices and swallowing with a little hum. The man sucked on your bottom lip as you finally chewed on your piece of the grape. 

“Fucking hell.” Jungkook was the one to break your trance. “I want a grape too.” 

Before you could say anything, the younger man was already climbing on the bed in a haste that made Jack run off and Jin complain about scaring the cat. But Jungkook was a man on a mission, popping a grape into his mouth and jumping you. 

His body laid on top of yours, until your back was against the mattress and his narrow hips were slotted between your thighs. When Jungkook kissed you, there was no trace of the grape anymore, you could barely taste it on his tongue, but it didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy it just as much. 

Your hands tangled into his hair and you pulled on the dark strands to make him slow down his desperation. It only made Jungkook groan into your mouth and roll his hips into yours. 

That’s when you knew it was time to stop. 

“Kook.” your voice carried a warning, not a whine, so he pulled away from you with blown out eyes. “We can’t.” 

“Are you really holding out on us?” he pouted, big doe eyes trying to melt you into a puddle. You only managed to nod. “But you love it when I fuck you.” 

Your eyes wanted to roll and your body was already responding to his proximity and lewd words. 

“Jungkook.” Seokjin was the one calling for the maknae. “Don’t push it, she said no.” 

Albeit distraught, Jungkook obeyed the hyung and pushed off of you with the biggest pout on his pretty lips and all you wanted to do was to suck on his lip ring. But you couldn’t; not without wanting more. 

And wanting more right now meant being in pain. 

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