Not In The Same Way

Not In The Same Way

[jin x reader] [1k+ smut, angst; lovers to strangers, toxic relationship, celeb couple; prequel to Now That We Don't Talk]

Now That We Don't Talk | Not Warriors

We fuck, then we fight, then you call me a psycho I walk out the door, but you won't let me let go

-

“Fuck you, Jin,” you seethe. Your eyes sharp and accusing as you hold his stare, daring him to deny the obvious. Reddened eyes are poorly returning your fiery gaze.

Jin soon huffs and ends your staring contest with a roll of his eyes and walks past you to the fridge. “You’re acting like a crazy girlfriend, y/n.”

“How is being concerned for your well-being crazy?” You fist your hands and let your nails sink into your palm to calm yourself. You never shouted at Jin, but tonight just might be the first time.

He’s never been this callous. And you know this ugly change is from his new friends—wannabe A-listers and washed out celebrities.

“You can be concerned, but you can’t go around barging on my friend’s door,” he reasons with a pout. It’s cute and disarming, if only what comes out of those lips didn’t make your blood boil. “The last thing I want them to think is I’m dating someone psychotic. And what if the paps or fans saw you leaving with me? What then?”

“Then your fans will thank me for dragging you away from a toxic group. Jin, everyone knows how problematic those people are.”

He scoffs this time as he opens a packet of soft cookies.

You breathe in and out, in and out, in and out. You calmly approach Jin as you reason with him. “Jin, they’re not good comp—”

“Quit it, y/n. My mom doesn’t even police who I hang out with,” he fusses, flicking crumbs of cookie. “Why are you acting like a bitch towards my friends? Maybe you should get your own and bitch about them.”

Oh.

So that’s how it is.

Fine.

You snatch your thrown purse on the kitchen counter and make a beeline to the door, making sure to bump your shoulders with his.

“If I’m a bitch, then you’re a dick, Seokjin,” you hurl, making sure each word was loud and clear for him to hear. You’re outraged he would say those against you. Clawing at your skin wasn’t enough to keep you calm anymore.

It must be because you were drowning in your emotions and focusing on slipping your shoes through your teary eyes that you didn’t notice Jin followed you. Just as you managed to open the door a smidge, it closes with a thud and a lock. You physically jump and look up to see Jin’s hand on the door, leveled to your face. You feel his hot breath on your neck before you hear him.

“Don’t,” his tone was soft yet commanding. You turn sideways to get a glimpse of him while your shaky hands still clutches the door knob.

Despite his drowsy demeanor and slumped stance, Jin still intimidated you.

“Fuck off, Jin.” You turn back around to face the door—afraid that if you look at him at close proximity, he’ll chip away at you and he’ll weasel himself out of trouble. Again.

Jin’s palm on the door slides down to pull your hand away from the knob; his other hand slithers its way inside your open coat, splaying his broad palm on your stomach and pulls your body closer to his by your waist.

You mewl in disagreement but your body stays pliable under his hold. This is nothing new, you both know. You can’t remember an argument you had that was resolved like two grownups in a committed relationship.

Recently, your arguments started with heated words echoing around four walls and ended with your heated bodies weaving between sheets.

“M’sorry,” Jin mumbles, still clearly inebriated and high. His palm rubs your stomach before he slowly slips his hands into your pants.

“Let me make it up to you.” He runs the tip of his tongue from your lower neck to your ears, then uses his teeth to tug at the lobe.

“Jinnie,” your mewls of protest turn to moans. Your hand leaves the knob to cup his hardening cock through his sweats.

“I’m here now, sweetheart,” he appeases. His thumb stops flicking your clit and dives two fingers straight into your hole. Your body jerks back into him and your hand clenched on his cock.

You slip your hand under his sweats and you immediately feel him. You brush the nagging pang at the thought that he met friends without underwear. For now, you want to relish at the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you. You grab what you can of his cock and faintly scratch your nails at his balls.

Jin smashes his cheek to your temple and lets out a breathless groan. He only needs to utter one word: bed, and you’re both begrudgingly pulling away to head to his bedroom. 

The bed frame shakes as your boyfriend plunges his cock into you at quick intervals. Each time his body smashes into you, a squeal escapes your lips, all of which Jin silences with his mouth.

You feel your climax approaching so, you lock your hooked legs around his waist and push him into you by his ass.

Jin grunts as he brings you to the edge—he’s thrusting his hips nonstop and pulling you into him with a firm hold of your hips. You’ll worry about the bruises later or just like old habits, you can call your manager to move your photoshoots at a later date.

“Gonna cum in you,” Jin pants. His choppy sweaty bangs sticking to his forehead, and yet he still manages to look like a sculpted Adonis. “Should teach you to not doubt me,” he stutters between breathy pants.

You unbutton your sweater, just open enough to display your perky tits. Your free hands knead your breasts, thumb brushing your hardened nipples. Jin ogles at the sight. If possible, he quickened his pace even more. His hard thrusts jostles you around the bed, fresh sheets crumpling and dampening with your sweat and arousal.

Whispers of I love you’s leave yours and Jin’s lips as you come undone consecutively—feeling you squirt and wet him pushed him to ejaculate inside you.

You pull your boyfriend closer and he nuzzles his head to your neck, wet kisses and love confessions muting your doubts from earlier.

You love Jin. And he loves you.

But you believe it’s not the same way.

-

Bad Omens

[jungkook x reader] [1.8k+ smut, angst; two-part series]

these bad omens, I look right through them, that's what you do when you love somebody

-

The raging buzz you feel collides with the mellow hum of the love song Jungkook has playing on the car stereo.

Each movement you make, a huff and a puff escapes your lips. Your eyes shooting icy daggers at your husband.

Feeling ignored, you pivot your attention to the seemingly endless road home. Your final act was crossing your arms and making sure he hears your snappy and annoyed tsk.

Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook has been trying really hard to be patient with you. His energy has been drained up to the last drop during the baby shower you attended. When you both said your goodbyes to your friends, he anticipated a calm drive, but no, for some unknown reason, you decided to flip your bitch switch on him.

Spotting a lay-by, Jungkook swerves the car to the side of the road.

"Why are we stopping here?" Your confusion momentarily eclipses your irritation at the sudden stop. The knot in your brows undoing, and for the first time since you left Jin hyung's home, you and your husband make eye contact.

"Well, Y/N," he huffs particularly at the utterance of your name. "I'm not taking you home with that attitude. So, tell me, what's wrong?"

You scoff. Now you're offended, and when you feel this way, you can't help but be petty. All reason and ability to communicate goes out the window.

"You already know what pissed me off." You unbuckle your seatbelt and attempt to get out of the car, ready for a dramatic exit. But as soon as you unlock the car, Jungkook locks your door from his side.

You grunt, fingers pushing the unlock button. Without missing a beat, he locks it again. You groan in annoyance, and Jungkook 'patiently' waits for you to spill what you've been holding back.

You harshly lean yourself on the seat. Defeated and frustrated, you glare at the doe eyes staring at you. "You embarrassed me back there," your simmering rage starts to bubble in your throat as you choke out a sob. Already tearing up at the mere thought of it as you try to articulate your anger. "You told our friends you never have to deal with me getting baby fever because I lack maternal instinct."

You furiously wipe at the tears freefalling from your eyes. "I mean what kind of husband says that about their wife?"

It was quiet for a moment. Too quiet, and you felt uncomfortable being around the person you love and trust the most. You stifled your sniffles.

Across from you, Jungkook looked like a fish coming up for air, with his lips puffed open and closed. He was speechless and motionless.

Jungkook knew he screwed up when he made that remark. He couldn't even backtrack nor come up with an excuse for it. Sure, you were privy to your emotions even to him, your husband of three years, but he had no reason to be telling people those. But he swears he only wanted your friends to get off his back. He felt like he was in a pressure cooker from all the bombarding comments and questions about when he would have a kid. He could only hope you hadn't heard it back then.

Clearly, he was wrong.

"Sweetheart," he placates, his hands warming your cold face as he cups and wipes the tears. I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say. That—that was really wrong of me to say." Jungkook pulls you to his chest, and your dam breaks. You're only glad your sobs were muffled. One of your hands curls at the lapel of his leather jacket and the other is clenched, throwing weak, harmless blows to his shoulder.

You stay curled up together inside the car. None of you knows how long, but in that shared silence, he was able to comfort you when he couldn't with words.

The loud clattering of ice and rain falling on your car rouses you. Groaning as you crack your strained neck, you shake Jungkook awake.

"Jungkook, we gotta get home." With a voice as hoarse as yours, he curses and sits up to stretch.

With eyes still squinting with sleep, Jungkook starts the car, then drives away.

-

"Wake up," a voice purrs. The voice is breathy and pointed. It tingles you in all the right places. A sudden surge of pleasure erupts from your core. Still sleep-laden, you softly whimper as your hand aimlessly touches your crotch—aching for release.

Your name is called again. This time, the voice was loud enough for you to recognize it to be your husband's. Your eyes flutter as you look down between your heaving chest, "J-Ju-Jungkook," you moan.

"Breakfast in bed, sweetheart." The proud man between your legs smirks at you, then when he's sure he has your attention, he sticks his tongue out until the tip reaches your clit and flits his tongue up and down.

"Shit, baby," you pant. The spaces between your fingers are filled with his soft hair. You tug his head closer, urging him to devour you.

You hear Jungkook chuckle. The vibration adds to the blinding arousal you're experiencing, causing you to carelessly throw your head back to the soft pillows.

He pulls your legs closer and rests your thighs on his shoulders—his hand cupping your ass. You gasp and your body starts to quiver until your arousal squirts out of you. Jungkook slurps you like his morning orange juice—drinks you in like he was wandering in the desert and he found an oasis in you.

"Sweetest breakfast ever. But I'm still hungry, babe." Jungkook wipes his mouth with his hand while he kneels on the bed to position his hips between your legs. With a cocky smirk, Jungkook immediately pumps two of his fingers into your pussy.

"Shit. Fuck. Jungkook," you wail, body thrashing in your bed. You push your hips towards his hands and you were quick to cum again.

Jungkook leaves kisses on every inch of your skin until he reaches your lips. You slip your tongue in his mouth and bite his lip, evoking a satisfied hum.

"My turn," you propose as you push him on his back.

-

"Okay, answer this, do you want to have a kid now?" You stare at your husband's eyes as yours starts to sting with the brimming tears you're trying to keep at bay.

You want to stay level-headed, not be driven by your emotions. You need to talk to him, Y/N—you remember your mom telling you. She was right. This was a talk between you and your husband, but it's difficult, and somehow, all your talks start with you with your hands up already in defense.

"I want what you want, Y/N." He sighs.

Jungkook was tired—not because of or from you, but physically. Going out straight all night was taking its toll on his body, and with that, he was prone to being more irritable.

"Christ," you cry out. "It's sentiments like those that make me feel like shit, you know?" You grunt in frustration. You look away from him, but your body remains close to his. You want to walk away, but you keep reminding yourself this talk needs to be done. And so, you plant your feet on the ground.

"You think I'm supposed to swoon and love you even more when you tell me you want what I want, but all I feel is I'm alone in making a decision that's too heavy for one person to make." Your confession was sharp on your tongue and it drove daggers to Jungkook's heart.

You recoil at seeing Jungkook's eyes moisten with tears.

"I-I know you love me, Jungkook. But—"

"No buts." He cuts you off. "I love you, Y/N. And I want to have a baby with you."

"You can't just say that." Your voice was soft, like you were worn out, but your eyes remained hopeful as they searched for truth in his.

Jungkook closes the gap between your bodies and leans his forehead against yours. In a whisper, in a voice he hopes would come across as sincere that it mirrors his heart, he re-affirms.

Happy tears fall from your eyes and you kiss him. "Take me home."

Even with the most mundane tasks, Jungkook looked good. Some days, like today, he looked too good.

You slowly pop each button to open your dress. Jungkook remains focused on the road, still clueless to your provocation. You proceed to slip your fingers under your dress, removing the flimsy cloth you call underwear.

At the sound of your seatbelt unfastening, Jungkook looks your way, and it's comical how his mouth pops open.

He swerves on the free road until pulling to a stop. "Are you trying to get us killed?"

Arms outstretched to the dashboard due to his sudden turn, you scoff, "How could you drive that badly?"

"Badly? Are you..." Jungkook faces you. "You're the one out here flashing me. Thank fuck we're alone on the road."

Embarrassed, you impishly grin. With your tits still out and your dress hitched higher on your thighs, Jungkook gulps at the sight.

Catching his reaction, you smirk before climbing on his lap. He lets you. The adrenaline from your near-demise turned to lust. Jungkook grips your hips, hands pushing your dress to reveal your leaking cunt. You, on the other hand, frantically unbuckle his belt before taking out his semi-hard-on. You lick your hand, then stroke his cock to fully stiffen.

"Y/N," he stutters and bucks his hips in your hands. With a staggering drop to his dick, you both whimper. The sudden plunge was rough, but you loved the ache that came with it.

"Fuck," your husband curses. "Look at your tiny cunt swallowing me whole." he goads.

"Fuck into me," you command and Jungkook happily obliges—hips thrusting upwards. He presses his thumb to your lips and you open your mouth to suck at his digit.

Inside the car, a confetti of moans and groans explodes. Your arms wrap around Jungkook's neck to keep you from falling off from his lap. His aggressive thrusts have you bouncing, and you've hit your head on the roof once or twice, but the growing pain goes unnoticed. Thanks to your lover's unrelenting fucking, it's all you can feel, and you let it swallow you whole.

You bite Jungkook's thumb, not too hard to hurt him, but enough to feed into his pain kink. He cums first inside you. He quickly pulls his digit from your mouth and swirls it around your clit until you're reaching your climax with a shriek of his name.

Chest still heaving and high on pleasure, Jungkook teases you, "Think I fucked you good?"

His palm lays flat on your stomach and you laugh.

Yeah, he fucked you good, you muse.

-

Bad Omens

[jungkook x reader] [1.8k+ smut, angst; two-part series]

these bad omens, I look right through them, that's what you do when you love somebody

-

The raging buzz you feel collides with the mellow hum of the love song Jungkook has playing on the car stereo.

Each movement you make, a huff and a puff escapes your lips. Your eyes shooting icy daggers at your husband.

Feeling ignored, you pivot your attention to the seemingly endless road home. Your final act was crossing your arms and making sure he hears your snappy and annoyed tsk.

Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook has been trying really hard to be patient with you. His energy has been drained up to the last drop during the baby shower you attended. When you both said your goodbyes to your friends, he anticipated a calm drive, but no, for some unknown reason, you decided to flip your bitch switch on him.

Spotting a lay-by, Jungkook swerves the car to the side of the road.

"Why are we stopping here?" Your confusion momentarily eclipses your irritation at the sudden stop. The knot in your brows undoing, and for the first time since you left Jin hyung's home, you and your husband make eye contact.

"Well, Y/N," he huffs particularly at the utterance of your name. "I'm not taking you home with that attitude. So, tell me, what's wrong?"

You scoff. Now you're offended, and when you feel this way, you can't help but be petty. All reason and ability to communicate goes out the window.

"You already know what pissed me off." You unbuckle your seatbelt and attempt to get out of the car, ready for a dramatic exit. But as soon as you unlock the car, Jungkook locks your door from his side.

You grunt, fingers pushing the unlock button. Without missing a beat, he locks it again. You groan in annoyance, and Jungkook 'patiently' waits for you to spill what you've been holding back.

You harshly lean yourself on the seat. Defeated and frustrated, you glare at the doe eyes staring at you. "You embarrassed me back there," your simmering rage starts to bubble in your throat as you choke out a sob. Already tearing up at the mere thought of it as you try to articulate your anger. "You told our friends you never have to deal with me getting baby fever because I lack maternal instinct."

You furiously wipe at the tears freefalling from your eyes. "I mean what kind of husband says that about their wife?"

It was quiet for a moment. Too quiet, and you felt uncomfortable being around the person you love and trust the most. You stifled your sniffles.

Across from you, Jungkook looked like a fish coming up for air, with his lips puffed open and closed. He was speechless and motionless.

Jungkook knew he screwed up when he made that remark. He couldn't even backtrack nor come up with an excuse for it. Sure, you were privy to your emotions even to him, your husband of three years, but he had no reason to be telling people those. But he swears he only wanted your friends to get off his back. He felt like he was in a pressure cooker from all the bombarding comments and questions about when he would have a kid. He could only hope you hadn't heard it back then.

Clearly, he was wrong.

"Sweetheart," he placates, his hands warming your cold face as he cups and wipes the tears. I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say. That—that was really wrong of me to say." Jungkook pulls you to his chest, and your dam breaks. You're only glad your sobs were muffled. One of your hands curls at the lapel of his leather jacket and the other is clenched, throwing weak, harmless blows to his shoulder.

You stay curled up together inside the car. None of you knows how long, but in that shared silence, he was able to comfort you when he couldn't with words.

The loud clattering of ice and rain falling on your car rouses you. Groaning as you crack your strained neck, you shake Jungkook awake.

"Jungkook, we gotta get home." With a voice as hoarse as yours, he curses and sits up to stretch.

With eyes still squinting with sleep, Jungkook starts the car, then drives away.

-

"Wake up," a voice purrs. The voice is breathy and pointed. It tingles you in all the right places. A sudden surge of pleasure erupts from your core. Still sleep-laden, you softly whimper as your hand aimlessly touches your crotch—aching for release.

Your name is called again. This time, the voice was loud enough for you to recognize it to be your husband's. Your eyes flutter as you look down between your heaving chest, "J-Ju-Jungkook," you moan.

"Breakfast in bed, sweetheart." The proud man between your legs smirks at you, then when he's sure he has your attention, he sticks his tongue out until the tip reaches your clit and flits his tongue up and down.

"Shit, baby," you pant. The spaces between your fingers are filled with his soft hair. You tug his head closer, urging him to devour you.

You hear Jungkook chuckle. The vibration adds to the blinding arousal you're experiencing, causing you to carelessly throw your head back to the soft pillows.

He pulls your legs closer and rests your thighs on his shoulders—his hand cupping your ass. You gasp and your body starts to quiver until your arousal squirts out of you. Jungkook slurps you like his morning orange juice—drinks you in like he was wandering in the desert and he found an oasis in you.

"Sweetest breakfast ever. But I'm still hungry, babe." Jungkook wipes his mouth with his hand while he kneels on the bed to position his hips between your legs. With a cocky smirk, Jungkook immediately pumps two of his fingers into your pussy.

"Shit. Fuck. Jungkook," you wail, body thrashing in your bed. You push your hips towards his hands and you were quick to cum again.

Jungkook leaves kisses on every inch of your skin until he reaches your lips. You slip your tongue in his mouth and bite his lip, evoking a satisfied hum.

"My turn," you propose as you push him on his back.

-

"Okay, answer this, do you want to have a kid now?" You stare at your husband's eyes as yours starts to sting with the brimming tears you're trying to keep at bay.

You want to stay level-headed, not be driven by your emotions. You need to talk to him, Y/N—you remember your mom telling you. She was right. This was a talk between you and your husband, but it's difficult, and somehow, all your talks start with you with your hands up already in defense.

"I want what you want, Y/N." He sighs.

Jungkook was tired—not because of or from you, but physically. Going out straight all night was taking its toll on his body, and with that, he was prone to being more irritable.

"Christ," you cry out. "It's sentiments like those that make me feel like shit, you know?" You grunt in frustration. You look away from him, but your body remains close to his. You want to walk away, but you keep reminding yourself this talk needs to be done. And so, you plant your feet on the ground.

"You think I'm supposed to swoon and love you even more when you tell me you want what I want, but all I feel is I'm alone in making a decision that's too heavy for one person to make." Your confession was sharp on your tongue and it drove daggers to Jungkook's heart.

You recoil at seeing Jungkook's eyes moisten with tears.

"I-I know you love me, Jungkook. But—"

"No buts." He cuts you off. "I love you, Y/N. And I want to have a baby with you."

"You can't just say that." Your voice was soft, like you were worn out, but your eyes remained hopeful as they searched for truth in his.

Jungkook closes the gap between your bodies and leans his forehead against yours. In a whisper, in a voice he hopes would come across as sincere that it mirrors his heart, he re-affirms.

Happy tears fall from your eyes and you kiss him. "Take me home."

Even with the most mundane tasks, Jungkook looked good. Some days, like today, he looked too good.

You slowly pop each button to open your dress. Jungkook remains focused on the road, still clueless to your provocation. You proceed to slip your fingers under your dress, removing the flimsy cloth you call underwear.

At the sound of your seatbelt unfastening, Jungkook looks your way, and it's comical how his mouth pops open.

He swerves on the free road until pulling to a stop. "Are you trying to get us killed?"

Arms outstretched to the dashboard due to his sudden turn, you scoff, "How could you drive that badly?"

"Badly? Are you..." Jungkook faces you. "You're the one out here flashing me. Thank fuck we're alone on the road."

Embarrassed, you impishly grin. With your tits still out and your dress hitched higher on your thighs, Jungkook gulps at the sight.

Catching his reaction, you smirk before climbing on his lap. He lets you. The adrenaline from your near-demise turned to lust. Jungkook grips your hips, hands pushing your dress to reveal your leaking cunt. You, on the other hand, frantically unbuckle his belt before taking out his semi-hard-on. You lick your hand, then stroke his cock to fully stiffen.

"Y/N," he stutters and bucks his hips in your hands. With a staggering drop to his dick, you both whimper. The sudden plunge was rough, but you loved the ache that came with it.

"Fuck," your husband curses. "Look at your tiny cunt swallowing me whole." he goads.

"Fuck into me," you command and Jungkook happily obliges—hips thrusting upwards. He presses his thumb to your lips and you open your mouth to suck at his digit.

Inside the car, a confetti of moans and groans explodes. Your arms wrap around Jungkook's neck to keep you from falling off from his lap. His aggressive thrusts have you bouncing, and you've hit your head on the roof once or twice, but the growing pain goes unnoticed. Thanks to your lover's unrelenting fucking, it's all you can feel, and you let it swallow you whole.

You bite Jungkook's thumb, not too hard to hurt him, but enough to feed into his pain kink. He cums first inside you. He quickly pulls his digit from your mouth and swirls it around your clit until you're reaching your climax with a shriek of his name.

Chest still heaving and high on pleasure, Jungkook teases you, "Think I fucked you good?"

His palm lays flat on your stomach and you laugh.

Yeah, he fucked you good, you muse.

-

🌟 new fic! BAD OMENS [jungkook x reader] /these bad omens, I look right through them, that's what you do when you love somebody/

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Lights Out, Words Gone

[yoongi x reader] [1.4k+ friends to lovers, light angst]

A/N: So, there was an attempt, by me. Heh. I'm just really trying to get back into creative writing. I used to enjoy writing, but no one told me that turning that into a career and years of writing newsletters and articles for corporate dulls the mind and at this point, even journaling feels like a chore. But if you found this fic and somewhat enjoyed it, I'm grateful.

-

It's ridiculous, you think to yourself. How can someone be easily disarmed by a smile?

One minute, you're furiously driving at 2 a.m. to fetch Yoongi from a dive bar—miles and hours from where you live so you're well within reason to cuss him out; the next, you're giggling next to him after he told you the lamest joke you've ever heard.

"Y/N, what did the full glass of water say to the empty glass of water?"

In no mood for his shenanigans, you slide the bottle of water you bought during the drive over, closer to him. Unperturbed, he continues with a grin, "You look drunk."

You let out an annoyed sigh. The joke doesn't even make sense, and yet, because it's Yoongi's gummy smile and his contagious giggles that echo across the empty chairs and fills the bar, your mood shifts.

Suddenly, you snort a laugh. Hearing your amusement, his giggles turn into hearty laughs, and you follow.

Yoongi catches his breath after a minute and fluffs his hair. Suddenly, he looks so soft and cuddly. You feel your breath winded.

Feeling compelled to break the silence, you tease, "Did you steal that joke from Jin?" You don't wait for an answer. You usher Yoongi out of the corner of the bar he hid himself in and he lets you push him out as he weakly argues, "Did not. I thought of it myself. I can make funny jokes too, you know." You hum in response, amused by the pout forming on his face.

-

Yoongi trudges straight to his bedroom as soon as you arrive in his place. You follow, wanting to at least make sure he's tucked in with a bucket on his side of the bed—a precaution, lest he hurls his guts in bed, which rarely happens. But better to be safe than sorry.

You eye Yoongi as he grabs a shirt from his drawer and take that as your cue to leave.

"Stay the night," his voice gravelly. You stop mid-journey out the door.

What.

"Uh, Yoongi—"

"It's too late to drive," he crosses the room and pulls your hand to take his shirt. "And if you think I'm letting you take the couch, I'm offended. Sleep here."

A beat passes. "It's not like we haven't shared a bed before," he winks.

Right. As if you'd forget. You remember all too well how Yoongi gets needy and cheesy when drunk—which is why you hesitate. You need to distance yourself before your feeling overwhelms you and make you do something you would regret.

"Remember hell weeks shared in Jin's fancy dorm room? You snored like a fucking berserk honking truck," he chuckles, probably remembering those younger versions of you whose only problems were exams and thesis defense.

The nostalgia hits you, and you quip, "Ya! I remember Jungkook and I pulling an all-nighter for all those times. It was actually you who loudly snored."

Yoongi erupts in soft gummy giggles as you playfully give him the stink eye.

-

Laying stiff beside him, you almost succeed in willing your mind to slip into dreamland when you hear comforters shuffling until you feel him closer to you.

"You awake?" he faces you. "I am now," you huff. You open your eyes to adjust to the dim room, the only light source coming from the street lamp post outside his bedroom window and the tiny static light of your charging phone on the bedside table.

"I just…" he starts, "I wanted to thank you for picking me up. The guys were either out of town or probably too deep in their sleep to hear their phones ring."

"Yes, well… I was on the other side of the town and deep in sleep when you called." You weren't sure what your point was. Probably wanted him to know that you know he definitely did not call anyone else but you tonight.

But of course, he knows that you know. He knows he can't bullshit you. Not when you used to spend every waking moment since you met in college, which was almost 24/7, since you barely slept then. Years of friendship synced you together—getting used to one's idiosyncrasies, being able to read each other across the room, and sharing the same opinion on all things you deemed important.

"And yet you still came. I'm surprised you actually picked up after weeks of radio silence."

Yoongi starts to pick at his nails, his anxiety peaking. Atuned to even his habits, your hands reach to envelop his and you rest your cheeks atop.

"I actually thought it was one of my booty calls," you joke. He doesn't laugh or react, so you turn serious, "I'm your friend, of course, I'll come get you."

Always.

You smile at him, "It actually wasn't a bother. Get some rest, Yoongi." Thinking you ended the conversation, he suddenly confronts you, "You say that but you suddenly cut me off. Why?"

Ah.

Now, you consider if he orchestrated the whole thing. Trying to corner you so he could finally confront you. It wouldn't be out of his character.

You unclasp your hands.

"I didn't cut you off," you lamely defend yourself and hope he lets it go.

Again, this is Yoongi who's calling you out. You can't evade him just like he can't bullshit you. So he holds out.

"Right. So you suddenly dodging my calls and missing weekly hangouts when I'm available to join, is what? Coincidence?" His voice remains calm, but you would miss how it sounds heavier if you hadn't known him for years. Each word is weighed down with pent-up emotion, and now those fueled words hit you like bricks.

"I've gotten busy. Everyone did after graduation." A half lie, half truth.

He shifts a bit closer to you. "You know, even in the dark, I can tell when you're lying, right? I may not see how your eyes get shifty, but your voice has that lilt at the end when you speak. Almost as if you're also trying to make yourself believe in your lie."

You can already feel the onset of a headache from your lack of sleep, but what's more pressing is how your heart dreads being this close to him again, even more so now that you're being called out and you have no excuse. At least nothing good enough to pass Yoongi.

As the minute passes, the silence thickens, and you feel yourself growing even more tired. It could be from the drive, lack of sleep, or that you just fucking had the most mentally-draining shift just hours before that you finally resigned with honesty. Besides, now that you take a glance at his curled-up form beside you, you admit that he, at least, deserves to know why you distanced yourself.

Yoongi has been your best friend for years—the one who made sure to look into your eyes as he encouraged you to take the extra classes because if you thought it would help you secure the job of your dreams, then he believed it would pay off in the end, and you needed to believe that, too.

Yoongi, who held your hand when you went through mental and emotional hurdles. You honestly believe you wouldn't be here now, living and breathing, had it not been for him.

If only the way you looked at him stayed the same, and how his hands felt in yours remained unnoticed, like those days when he held you as you hurled your guts at bar restrooms after chugging down cheap vodka and beers.

If only your affection towards Yoongi didn't root themselves in what you thought was your uninhabitable heart and grow its tendrils over the years of laughing, crying, and sharing even the most mundane moments with him.

And so you will be honest, but you don't know where to start other than offering an apology.

"I'm sorry, Yoongi. I fucked up," tears brim your eyes but you look at him. You let your repressed emotions out and they're coming out all at once that you're overwhelmed. But you need him to know

Yoongi doesn't respond but motions for you to continue. It's his turn to take your cold hand in his and warms it between his. And it is during this delicate moment that you let it out, "I seem to have fallen in love with you."

How cliche, you rebuke yourself.

You hear him let out a sigh. Out of relief or disappointment, you're unsure.

You shift your eyes to the window behind him and get a glimpse of the rising sun. The aura of the rising sun breaking the dark blue night sky.

You don't know how many seconds, minutes passed. Yoongi remains silent.

Oh god. Surely this can't be a good thing.

You should leave now. You pry your hands away, but before you could even leave the bed, Yoongi finally breaks his silence,

"Then I fucked up, too."

-

>> Read Lights Out, Words Spill

Be My Mistake

[ jhope x reader] [1.4k smut—warnings: he calls her a bitch once, wrote it as I thought of it and NOT proofread] A second part of Now That We Don't Talk, but can be read as a standalone. This was loosely based on The 1975's Be My Mistake, but by the end I kinda lost the plot.

-

You know you’re using him. 

Your current setup, albeit there was an unspoken understanding that this was just a rebound thing for you, it still shouldn’t have gone past hooking up when one or the other wanted to fuck.

A rebound-slash-casual-hook-up shouldn’t have driven an hour to get you your go-to pastry. All you did was mention how you’d probably easily get through the day if you had cream cheese Danish, but because of your packed schedule for the day, you couldn’t squeeze in a quick drive to the bakery.

Hoseok has one of the sexiest voice on the phone, you think. "I didn't know if you preferred Strawberry or Blueberry, so I just got you both."

"You didn't have to." You bite your nails. You know it's a nasty habit and you thought you stopped but Hoseok acting this way has your nerves on edge for some reason that you resorted to chipping at your nails again.

He shouldn't even be here in the first place.

Fuck, what if the paparazzi sees him? On one hand, you want them to snap a photo of Hoseok visiting you on set to get a reaction from Seokjin. Would he be jealous? Or does he no longer care?

Wait. YOU shouldn't care. But you still take a minute to weigh in the pros and cons. Pulling you back to Earth, you hear Hoseok speak again, "I can leave them to your PA or to the security outside the building. I know it's...not you know," he's rambling, "Uh, I just wanted to let you know that you've got food coming your way."

Fuck it.

"No...wait," you already know you're going to regret this, "come up." This is what he does to you. He wins you over by the little things and you're too vulnerable to resist. "The security should let you through. Just give me a minute, I gotta let them know."

If you could hear smiles, you'd go deaf at how loud Hoseok beamed.

"I’m in room 1102."

-

“Fuck Hoseok,” you moan on top of him.

Unsure how to reciprocate his efforts, you thank him in a way you know works best.

Also, what better says 'my heart fluttered at the thought that you remembered my favorite pastry and drove to the other side of the city and back to get me these' without sounding like a confession of affection, than riding him.

The last time you received something that deserved a quick fuck while at work was when Seokjin popped in for a visit to your set after his three-month stay overseas for a film promotion. Months of teasing and thirsting over his photos published on the news, you couldn't keep your hands to yourself when you found him sat inside your hotel room. Plus, you'd like to think he felt the same based on how he made a mess of you twice on his fingers before fucking you with his cock.

“That’s it, baby," Hoseok coaxes you out of your reverie, “ride my dick like the cock-starved bitch you are.”

Willing your mind away from your ex, you push and bounce harder on his cock. And while Hoseok thinks there's no better view than your tits in his face, he missed you too much too soon. He was actually surprised you let him visit you on set and for that he wanted to show you how much it excited him to see you.

The leftover pastries forgotten, Hoseok carries you and sits your ass to the edge of the bed. “Baby, harder,” you whine and Hoseok pulls out until his tip is left inside you then slams himself to the hilt. The intensity getting harder with each thrust. Wet smacks and synced moans reverberates inside your room and for once, you’re glad you were left alone.

You stick your body closer to his, the heat between you two doubling. Hooking your arm and capturing his lips with your own, your tongue takes charge of exploring his mouth as his hands roam around your hips.

"Feel's good, baby," he struggles between grunts and moans. Hands now moving to cup your tits, thumbs toying with your nipples.

Pulling away from his lips for air, you let him know you’re close. “Cum inside me, Hobi.” At this his hips stutter and your eyes meet his stunned ones. “I’m on the pill,” you assure him, your fingers smooth over his back until it reaches his ass and you push him deeper into you.

He groans as he slips out his cock to take off the condom then slams back into you. Your breath falters as your orgasm continues to creep in. Feeling your cunt pulsating, Hoseok slips his hand and uses his fingers to rub your clit, and at this, you come undone first.

You could only whimper at how sore you've already gotten and Hoseok continues to thrust erratically, “Fuck, I’m almost there, baby." He takes your hand and tangles them in his hair, you get what he wants. Body shaking from his thrusts, you pull on his hair exposing his neck and you claim him—lips working on leaving your mark and you never stop even after he cums.

-

You know you're hurting him.

Come pick me up pls, your text reads.

Fifteen minutes later, Hoseok’s guiding you inside his car, all while making sure no paps are around.

You’ve berated him before when you both made headline, the tabloids dubbing him as your new man. Thankfully, your PR team and his were able to twist the narrative.

“I don’t see the big deal, Y/N,” Hoseok reasoned then, "Would this be so bad? And you know the more we try to do something about it, the more they'll dig around."

“I just don’t want people to misunderstand.”

“And by people, you mean Seokjin?"

A minute passes. Eyes evading his, because you knew. You knew he was waiting for you to assure him that it wasn’t about Seokjin. You sigh but Hoseok was the one left defeated.

Fuck, he thinks it hurts less if you say you just didn’t want to be linked to him than silently admit you were still worried about your ex.

Hoseok thinks he only has himself to blame. He knew you were using him to get a reaction from Seokjin and that you wanted your ex to know that if he wanted to get back together, it was still possible. But even if that stings him, he finds comfort in the nightly rendezvous you share. Stupidly thinks that you finally allowing him to visit you at work is progress; that he's getting through to you and it's a chance for him to show his long-held adoration for you.

Now he knows he's wrong.

"If you wanted to drink you should have just called me earlier. You're crashing at my place again anyway," he sighs, "I could've saved a trip."

You scoff, "Relax. I'll venmo you gas money."

"Not what I meant, Y/N," Hoseok's eyes now darting between you and the red light, your slumped state worries him. "I can't keep picking you up either. I had plans with my friends tonight." With Hoseok admonishing you, you're growing infuriated by the second.

If you were a bit sober, you would know that this anger you feel is misplaced. Yes, you're annoyed that he's scolding you like a child, but more than that you're already on the edge tonight from seeing Seokjin with someone else. From then, you were a ticking timebomb and Hoseok just happens to be around when you're finally blowing up.

"Don't worry, Seok. Tomorrow I'll call my other fuck buddy to pick me up," you hiccup. "You were just the first one who picked up so here I am, I thought you'd be glad actually. I'll put out," you tease, attempting to find humor in the situation.

But Hoseok finds none of this amusing or arousing. He's still stuck on your 'other' fuck buddy. Sure, it's not like you guys are exclusive, but he also had no reason to think you're fucking other guys.

Were you really? Was he just another guy to you?

He parks but he can't seem to move. He sees your phone fall from your lap as you get off the car, the sound of something cracking and he thinks that what he heard was actually the sound of his heart breaking.