An Open Note To Readers Of Fanfic

An open note to readers of fanfic

Sometimes I stare at the computer screen when the words don’t want to come and I think, “Fuck, who am I kidding? This is terrible writing, and this story is shit, and no one cares, anyway.“  And I close the window and go do something else.

But every now and then I get an amazing, heartfelt, beautiful comment from someone who loved something I wrote, and it reminds me that, at least for that one person, I did write something worthwhile. And so I open the window again and I write one sentence, and then another, and then I start to find my way again.

So on behalf of all fanfic writers everywhere, I want to say thank you, thank you so much, to all of the readers who take the time to leave a comment and tell us that something we wrote mattered to you, that it brightened your day or made you laugh or cry or get horny or whatever.

Please don’t think we’re ever bothered by your comment, or that we don’t want to hear it, or that what you have to say isn’t important enough. It means so, so much. And on some days, it’s what keeps us going.

Rem with the taste ✨

Boyfriend for Hire

BTS Ot7 x Reader

Chapter 41

Alright y'all. I need everyone to take this 18+ warning seriously. This chapter is pure filth. Honest to Namjesus. I have no fucking clue what happened here. My imagination went nuts and I just ran with it. Let's not delve into it too deeply 😅

Once again, it's a ridiculously long smut scene because I apparently am incapable of fitting everything into 4 or 5 pages. So there will be a second part. Look forward to it 💜💜

Famous last words. Watching Hoseok dance in his element was like watching a stripper work the pole. The man exuded power and confidence and all his movements were smooth and sensual. I wasn’t even sure he was meaning them to come off that way, but that’s exactly how it found me. My breath was keeping time with his motions and the beat of the music, catching when he would pause between beats and speeding up as the song did. And God, the hip thrusts had my thighs clenching together painfully tight. My muscles were aching along with my core that was weeping for him, and he wasn’t even touching me.

I would be willing to bet he knew the effect he had on me too. There was no way he didn’t as his gaze would periodically find mine in the mirror and roam my figure, pausing to linger just a little longer at my legs that were tense as I tried to control the ache in my loins. His stare was dark and intense, the way he would tilt his head back and look at me through half-lidded eyes. Inside, I was burning. It was so hard for me to not just go up to him and demand him to fuck me the same way he was doing to the air. But the sun shining through the window illuminating him and the entire rest of the room coupled with the amount of traffic on the street kept me glued to my seat. Barely.

By the time he finished, my panties were ruined. My skin was flushed, and I knew my gaze was heavy with desire. Sweat covered his face and dampened his hair. The slight curl from earlier replaced with almost perfect ringlets and stained a darker brown with the moisture. Never in my life had I ever found sweat on a man as sexy as I did in this moment. And every time his hands pushed it off his face or ran a towel through it, I felt ready to faint.

“You okay?” he asked, grinning at me as he knocked back another bottle of water.

I watched, mesmerized at the way his adams apple bobbed with every swallow. I licked my lips, thirsty as well, but maybe not so much for water as I was something else entirely.

“Huh?” I responded distractedly.

“You look like you were the one dancing for the past hour and a half rather than me.”

I hummed; not sure I could say much more than that as my eyes wandered further down his figure. I could hear the amusement in his voice, matched by his eyes as I finally dragged mine up to meet his again.

“Would you like to dance with me?” he questioned with a tilt of his head as he approached.

“I don’t really dance.” I murmured.

“That’s not what I heard.” He whispered huskily, a wicked grin taking over his features. “I heard you dance quite well. Yoongi and Jimin have sung your praises quite boisterously.”

“Yoongi and Jimin? I didn’t dance wi-“ I trailed off as I understood his meaning. “Oh.”

I licked my lips slowly, Hoseok’s eyes watching the movement ardently. I felt myself nodding before I could remember consciously making the decision.

“I would love to dance with you Hobi.” My voice came out breathlessly.

His own breath came out harshly and his eyes closed as he tried to level his breathing.

“Upstairs. Right now.” He ground out, turning around to quickly shut off the music before dragging me behind him and out the doors.

The wind felt nice against my heated skin as I stood there waiting for Hoseok to lock the doors. He did so swiftly, wrapping one arm around my shoulders as he led us to the stairs beside the studio leading to his office. Neither of us were dressed to be outside in this weather. We didn’t care to grab our coats on the way out. I’m pretty sure we weren’t too bothered by it at the moment either. My head was clouded with lust, too affected at this point to really care what happened as long as I got my hands on the man in front of me.

We barely entered his office before we were on each other. Hoseok’s lips crashing into mine as he kicked the door shut behind him with his heel. He pushed us away from the door, guiding me in the direction of the sofas, leaving my mouth long enough to drop down onto one and pull me onto his lap. I held him tightly, slotting my mouth against his in every angle I could wanting more. We moaned into each other’s mouths, our passion making us desperate.

His hand drifted between us, cupping my pussy, and grinding his hand into my clit. I pulled back with a whine, grinding my hips in time with his hand, letting my head fall back as I lost myself to the feeling.

“Fuck. You’re so wet princess.”

“For you Hobi. I’m so wet because of you.”

A low groan escaped him, his hands fisting my shirt roughly and yanking it over my head. My bra didn’t fare any better as he removed it impatiently. His mouth latched onto one of my nipples, sucking hard a couple of times making me gasp before pulling away with a pop.

“I can’t wait. I’ll worship you and fuck you like you deserve as the princess you are later, but I’m on the edge right now and I have to get off.” His voice was husky as he tugged his own shirt over his head.

He helped me stand, tugging my pants down my legs and kissing me again as he moved us further into the office. He swiped an arm across his desk, everything within reaching distance clattering to the floor as he sat me on top of it. He pulled away, eyes darkening as he looked at me on top of his desk. His fingers finding my pussy again.

“Hoseok.” I whined, bucking my hips.

His fingers ghosted across my panties making me mewl again. “My name sounds so pretty coming from your lips.”

His lips captured mine in another scorching kiss. My legs came around his slender waist, pulling him closer to my body as I cupped the back of his head to keep him with me. The kiss was feverish, both of us past the point of caring where we were. All that mattered was him. His damp hair swept across my forehead as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. I felt his fingers loop through my underwear at my hip and with a hard tug, the fabric ripped. The action was so sexy I couldn’t even be mad about it right now as he yanked the intact portion down my thigh and threw them to the side.

I knew how crazy this was. Me, perched on his desk with him half naked. There were no blinds in his office, the only saving grace being the fact that his desk was far enough from the windows that it wasn’t visible from the street. Hoseok’s hand drifted down the outside of my thigh to my knee, lifting my leg to hike it higher on his waist so he could fit himself better between my thighs. The barrier of my underwear now removed meant that there was nothing between him and I except for his sweatpants which didn’t do anything to hide his erection. It bumped my entrance making my breath hitch.

I ripped my mouth from his beginning to feel lightheaded with all the sensations. Every touch from him was like a direct line to my arousal. My body felt like a separate entity. Everything overwhelming me to the point that I was floating, and my brain was turning to mush. Hoseok was my center, grounding me while inflicting sweet torture on me at the same time. He leaned down, taking one nipple in his mouth while rolling the other between his fingers. The gasp that left me was obscene, my body trembling under his ministrations as he groaned, thrusting his hips into mine.

I’ve never orgasmed without direct stimulation, but I was close. He had me so worked up, his dance serving as enough foreplay for me to be completely soaked and ready for him. My pussy throbbed, begging for more while at the same time I reveled in the way he explored me. My desire pooled between my thighs, no doubt drenching the front of his pants and his desk. If the thought bothered him, he made no indication as he released my nipple with one last tug of his teeth to give the same attention to the other one.

“H-Hobi.” I wailed, literally melting beneath him as my body gave out.

I fell back against his desk, my breath coming out in harsh pants as he followed me, not letting up for a second. The new angle gave him more room to grind against me harder. The head of his cock hitting my clit with every movement. I gripped his hair hard, probably harder than I should have, but I was too far gone. My orgasm hit me like a freight truck, black spots clouding my vision. I shut them tightly, trying to stave off the urge to pass out as I rode it out. I must have been being loud as his mouth came down on mine, drinking in my cries.

As I was beginning to come down, the overstimulation was bordering painful as I squirmed beneath him. I scooted up on the desk just a little to escape his frantic thrusts and tugged at his hair to pull him from my breasts. It took me a second to realize that I still held Hoseok’s head between my hands and the man kissing me wasn’t him. It couldn’t have been. My eyes shot open and one hand left Hobi’s hair to push back the man kissing me. My fingers curled into his shirt as my eyes met the darkened gaze of Namjoon who looked just as fucked as I was sure I did.

“That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” He breathed, a devastating smile curling the corners of his lips.

“H-how…?”

The aftereffects of my orgasm was making it harder than usual to formulate a sentence let alone my thoughts. Namjoon’s eyes flicked to Hoseok with a look that I noticed he usually reserved for when he’s less than impressed with the behavior of one of the others.

“You didn’t lock the door.”

“Oops.” Hoseok chuckled, licking his swollen lips. “I’m sorry. I was preoccupied.”

“I could tell.”

“Hey, it seemed to work in our favor though. Since you’re here, might as well join us. You don’t mind, do you princess?”

Hoseok looked at me with an eager expression. In the back of my mind, I remembered what he had told me about him and Namjoon being the two to usually share with one another. At the time, I wondered what that was like. I dreamed about it. What it would be like to be under the two of them and now that it was being offered to me and I could experience it for myself, I’ll be damned if I was walking away now. My gaze drifted to Namjoon whose hand had found its own way into my hair. He massaged my scalp softly, the comfort I always seemed to find when I was with him threatening to send me into a catatonic state as I basked in his attention.

“No. I don’t mind.” I whispered, curling my hand tighter in his shirt.

“Are you sure?” he asked, searching my eyes for any hint of doubt.

I was positive he wouldn’t find any. If there was one thing I knew for certain when it came to these men, it was that they would never do anything I wasn’t comfortable with. I trusted them to take care of me.

“Please touch me Namjoon.”

Chapter 42》

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Rem with the tasté ✨️

Boyfriend for Hire

BTS Ot7 x Reader

Chapter 40

Two updates in one day? 😱 😂 just kidding. I figured I owed you guys one.

Psst! By the way, the next chapter contains 18+ content 👀.

Readers, beware! 😁

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. Taehyung ended up staying like he said he would, to help us finish. After hauling out all the trash and sweeping and mopping the floors, I went through one last time to make sure nothing was missing. Everything was accounted for and I stashed the boxes of damaged goods that I could still use in the back on one of the shelves. Jungkook was right, the door was officially jammed. It couldn’t be opened, and I guessed the good thing about that was the fact that no one would be getting through it again. At least not without difficulty.

Taehyung begged me to stay the night again, but I had to refuse. Staying with them for most of the week along with just spending the day cleaning meant I was behind on orders and I desperately needed to catch up. So, with a promise to come by again this weekend sometime (and another promise to stay with him one of those nights), Hoseok was nice enough to drop me off at my apartment with a farewell and a reminder of the time his class was tomorrow. I stayed up much later than I should have trying to finish as much as I could.

I completed four that needed to be shipped early next week, so I was proud of the little progress I made. Yoongi called me to check up on me and I made sure to call Jin and thank him for the lunch earlier. By the time I made it to bed, I was exhausted, falling asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.

~♡~

The next morning, I was excited to get to see Hobi dancing. He had mentioned he was filling in for one of the other teachers that was on leave for a family issue. He typically didn’t have a whole lot of time for full classes. He did substitute a lot and had one group he committed to meeting with at least twice a week along with maybe a few private lessons here and there, but most of the dancing he did was for his own pleasure. Arriving at the studio, I parked and got out, rushing to the front entrance trying to escape the cold. I opted to drive myself, planning on heading back home afterwards to get some more work done before going back to the shared apartment.

I loved those men, but I certainly can’t get much work done while being in the same room as them. I froze with that thought. My feet cemented to the sidewalk as flurries of snow swirled around me. Did I love them? There was only person in the world I could say with certainty I loved wholeheartedly and that was Kat. But I wasn’t in love with her. I didn’t know what falling in love felt like and I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel once you committed to it. But I did know that what I felt for the seven of them wasn’t anything like I felt for Kat.

It was more intense. Passionate. My heart swelled every time they smiled at me, and the sound of their voices relieved the aching I felt when they weren’t there. I missed them when I couldn’t see them, and I wanted to be with them every second I could. Isn’t that what they say love feels like in the books? Or was it a more abstract definition. You couldn’t logically explain it to someone that didn’t feel the same thing towards the same people you did. Like trying to describe the way water tastes or what silence sounds like. Maybe it was speculative, and no one really knows for certain what it feels like to be in love.

Only that you feel such a strong connection with another person that you would willingly put them above yourself. Someone you could see yourself spending your life with and wanting to give your life to. I could see the kids just inside the entrance to the studio, all surrounding Hoseok with large smiles on their faces as they all shouted over one another to garner his attention. Hobi took it in stride, his mouth moving as he spoke to all of them, and they all were riveted onto his every word.

It was then, standing outside and looking in that I realized that yes, perhaps I did love them. Was in love with them. So impossibly and irrevocably smitten with all seven of them that I would never choose anyone else. Even if they didn’t choose me. If by some twisted fate I was no longer able to be with them, I knew deep down I would never find anything that compared to the way I felt about them with another person. They were it for me. My end all and be all. Hoseok’s eyes lifted to the window, that smile that struck me like an arrow through the heart every time he flashed it at me surfacing as our eyes met.

He waved me in, mouth moving again as he said something to the kids who all collectively turned to see me standing outside. Finding my feet again, I carried myself to the door and entered, barely getting enough time to shed my coat as I was bombarded by all the kids that were once surrounding Hobi.

“Are you Mr. Hoseok’s girlfriend?” one little girl asked.

“I like to think so.” I smiled, seeing Hobi shake his head out of the corner of my eye.

“She is. Don’t let her tell you otherwise.” He hollered while checking the sound system.

One little boy tugged on my sweater until I leaned down far enough for him to whisper in my ear.

“Maybe with you here he won’t be so strict.”

“Oh? Is he usually really strict?”

“Always.” Another little girl chimed in. “But he always gives us cookies afterwards, so we forgive him.”

I lifted an eyebrow. “He bribes you?”

“I don’t bribe them! I reward them for doing such a good job.” Hoseok said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders to lead me to one of the corners of the studio.

“But you just told us you wouldn’t give us cookies if we didn’t say nice things about you to your girlfriend!” the first little girl accuses him.

Hoseok let out a horrified gasp and I burst into laughter.

“Busted.” I said, poking him in the side. “If you don’t give them cookies, I will.”

He grinned, rolling his eyes. “Don’t worry. I always give out cookies. Whether they’re behaved or not. Just don’t tell them that.” He whispered to me.

He clapped once, the sound loud and echoing in the studio. Everyone straightened immediately, turning their attention to him.

“Alright everyone. Let’s start with some stretching exercises. Who wants to lead this week?”

~♡~

Hobi was an amazing dancer to say the least. Even in the slow steps he was using to show the kids what he was doing, every motion was fluid and effortless. No doubt he was born to dance, and I wondered why he didn’t pursue it. Even the kids were enthralled with him. They watched him carefully, mimicking his movements the best they could. Complete admiration on their faces. It was so cute to watch. The class finished without a hitch, and just as he promised, Hoseok gave them all cookies afterwards as parents came to collect them all one by one.

“So, what did you think?” Hobi asked, dropping down in a chair beside me after the last student had left.

I handed him a bottled water that he had placed beside me earlier, thinking he probably needed it more than I did.

“I had a good time! The kids really love you and you do so well with them.”

“I like kids. They’re so eager to learn it makes it easy to teach them.” He admitted, shying away from my compliment as he took a drink.

It was a little past mid-day. The snow outside still going strong as the wind whipped past people on the streets. People held onto their coats tighter and pulled their caps lower on their head to fight the bite of the chilly air. A fresh layer of snow coated most of the ground and sidewalks, bathing everything in white. It was beautiful really. As much as the cold weather sucked, winter was a gorgeous season. The world covered in white was a sight not everyone got to see but should at least once in their life.

“What about you?” Hobi asked.

I turned my head to see him already looking at me.

“What about me what?”

“Do you like kids?”

“Oh, yeah. I love them. I used to babysit to make a little extra cash while in university. I enjoy toddlers, but babies were always my favorite. They’re so cute.”

“So… you wouldn’t be opposed to having your own someday?”

I thought about it for a second. To be honest, I had never thought about having my own kids, but more because I wasn’t at a point in my life where they were something I was ready for rather than something I didn’t want.

“Someday, I would like some of my own. I’m a little scared though. Growing up without having parents who loved me like they should have made me realize how detrimental it is for a child to grow up without having that type of love in their life. Logically, having experienced that for myself I know what not to do, but it’s still terrifying. I want my kids to know I love them and I would be there for them no matter what, but it’s so easy to mess up, you know? What if I’m not a good mother?”

I looked away, back out the window to watch people scurry by. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Hoseok mulling over what I had told him. His own gaze looking out the window, but it was faraway. He took another sip from his water bottle. From the side, his features were even more striking. Sharp jaw and nose, pronounced chin, the ends of his hair had started to curl with the sweat accumulating on his forehead. He cleared his throat before answering.

“Well, I think you’d be a great mom. No one can be perfect all the time. You can’t expect them to be. You’ll make mistakes and shit happens, but at the end of the day, as long as you try to rectify them, it’ll work out. I have no doubt you’d be the best mother you can be.”

I smiled, loving the way his cheeks pinkened just the tiniest bit as he refused to meet my eyes. I scoot my chair a little closer to his and laid my head on his shoulder.

“I think you’d make a good dad. You’ve already got the fatherly advice bit down.” I teased.

He chuckled, my head bouncing with his shoulders as they shifted.

“I’ll leave that to Jin. Lord knows the man has more dad in him than any of us, but I will admit the thought of being a dad myself is a nice one.”

The silence between us after that was a comfortable one. After a few beats, I sat up turning to face him in my chair excitedly.

“Now will you dance for me again? I want to see exactly what Jung Hoseok is capable of.”

Chapter 41》

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Boyfriend for Hire

BTS Ot7 x Reader

Chapter 39

Here it is y'all! So sorry for the late upload. I've been taking care of my mom since her surgery and I'd be lying if I said I didn't find it hard to write in my usual environment 😅. I'm working on more chapters as this is posted, so regularly scheduled releases will be back tomorrow 💜💜

“God. This place is a mess.” I sighed, tiptoeing around all the dismantled racks and merchandise.

Both Hoseok and Jungkook accompanied me to the shop even though I told them they didn’t have to. Neither of them would take no for an answer though, so I couldn’t argue anymore. The damage looked even worse now that it was bright outside.

“We’ll get it sorted out in no time. Kookie, you start in the back. Y/N and I will get to work up here.”

Jungkook set off for the back room before I could stop him.

“Hobi, seriously. You guys don’t have to stay. I’m sure you need to get back to clients, and Jungkook has two businesses to run-“

Hoseok took my shoulders in hand, squeezing them as he gave me that brilliant smile.

“I already called and canceled all of my meetings for today. I can’t just leave you and Kat to clean this all up by yourselves. We’re staying.”

Speak of the devil and she shall appear. Kat made her way through the front doors carrying a carrier full of coffee.

“Holy shit.” She gawked at the state the store was in. “When I get my hands on those assholes.”

She swore colorfully as she handed me and Hoseok a coffee.

“You must be another of the Brady Bunch. Just as sexy as the rest of them, I see.” Kat smirked looking Hoseok up and down.

The poor man looked completely caught off guard. Mouth opening and closing as he held his coffee. I laughed, enjoying seeing him so flustered.

“Kat got your tongue?” her smirk turned into an evil grin.

“Well, I’ve been told you’re rather… bold.”

She shrugged, fishing out the last couple of coffees.

“You’ll get used to me, don’t worry. Now, where’s the stud? I got him one too.”

“Stud?” Hobi looked to me questioningly.

“She means Jungkook.” I giggled and pointed to the back room. “He’s in the back.”

Kat saluted the two of us and headed to the back to find him.

“Where’s my favorite matchmaker?” she sang as she walked through the doors.

“I better be the only matchmaker you know.” I heard Kook reply before I couldn’t hear them anymore.

I shook my head smiling as I took a sip of my drink. Those two were born to be friends. It reminded me a lot of what Jin had said to me the night he had taken me home from the bar fiasco with Tae. Looking back now that seemed like so long ago.

“Well, I’ll start with the glass and the racks.” Hobi volunteered, setting his cup down on the counter.

“I guess I’ll sort through everything and see what I can save.”

We worked through most of the mess pretty quickly. My pile of whatever I wouldn’t be able to put back on the floor a lot larger than I would have liked, but at least it wouldn’t go in the trash. Most of it I could probably keep and refurbish for other projects. The register was toast. I would have to order a new one along with several new mirrors. The racks and tables were functional albeit looking a little worse for wear, but for now they would have to do. I could always swap them out later.

By the time the lunch hour rolled around, I didn’t even have to suggest anything before Taehyung was waltzing through the front doors with arms full of to go bags.

“Someone ordered delivery.” He chirped, setting down everything he had.

“Did we?” I asked skeptically, shooting Hoseok a look.

“Well, not you specifically. Jin ordered for everybody, and I was the only one nice enough to pick it up and bring it to you.”

“The only one slacking off is more like it.” Hobi corrected, sifting through everything Tae brought.

Whether Tae heard it or chose to ignore it remained to be seen as he hugged me.

“It’s looking good, sweet girl. I came to help with whatever you still needed.”

“Hobi and I are pretty much done up here. I haven’t checked on Kat and Jungkook. We do have a bit of trash to take out.”

Tae followed me to the back of the store where Jungkook and Kat were lifting one of the shelves that had been knocked over. It looked so much better than it did last night. The two of them had cleared the floor, whatever wasn’t damaged placed back where it was or close to it and everything else placed in trash bags.

“It’s looking good back here guys.”

“Luckily most of it was just thrown around it looks like. I didn’t find anything missing. There is one shelf we’ll need to replace, but other than that, not too bad. Oh, and the door.” Kat said, wiping her hands together and making sure the shelf was level.

“Yeah that’s toast.” Jungkook grimaced, casting a look over to the back entrance. “I tried to see if I could do anything with it, but I can’t even open it. Probably just be better to replace the whole thing.”

“Noted. The front is a little worse for wear. I’ll have to get a new register and mirrors. Most likely replace the racks at some point too. Tae brought lunch. We should all take a break.”

“My second favorite bestie boy toy?” Kat asked excitedly, peeking around the shelf to see Tae.

“Hey Kat.” He chuckled, fist bumping her as she approached. “I see a congratulations is in order.”

I looked at him confused, his head nodding down at Kat’s hands. Looking down, I noticed the fat engagement ring sitting on her left ring finger that I had no idea how I had missed the first time. A huge gasp escaped me as I grabbed her hand and ogled the diamond.

“Jackson!?” I asked excitedly.

“He asked me last night.” She gushed, showing off the ring.

“Kat! That’s amazing! Why didn’t you tell me!?”

“After the night you had? I didn’t want to make it seem like I was downgrading what happened here at the shop.”

“Are you kidding? I could’ve used news like this. It would have made my shitty day worth it.”

I pulled her into a hug, the two of us squeezing each other tightly.

“It’s about time though. If Jackson wasn’t going to ask you soon, I would have.” I joked.

“Hey. What about us?” Jungkook pouted.

“Chicks before dicks.” Kat shrugged. “Now can we go eat? I’m starving.”

She brushed past both Jungkook and Tae, the former of the two still sporting a pout. Bottom lip deliciously plump as it jutted out.

“I’m just teasing.” I whispered to him.

“No, she’s not. Besides, Y/N is the only woman I would willingly swing for, so just be aware of that if you all ever decide to do something stupid.”

Both Tae and Kook whipped their heads around to stare at me. I threw my hands up in a shrug before following her. Hoseok was still setting out food when I rounded the corner, having completely missed the conversation. Then again, he was just starting to get used to Kat, so maybe it was for the best. Everyone joined us, digging into the meal Tae had brought and Jin had bought. I would have to thank him later.

“So, are you the boyfriend?” Kat directed at Hoseok.

“Boyfriend?” Hoseok asked, looking to me.

“She means the one who I signed the contract with.”

“Yeah. I’ve met five of you now and somehow have still missed the elusive boyfriend. I’m beginning to get impatient.”

Hobi laughed before shaking his head.

“Sorry. No. I’m not.”

“Damn it!” she growled, throwing her plastic spoon at her empty bowl. “Why doesn’t he come around? Does he have something against me?”

“How could he have anything against you? He hasn’t even met you.” I giggled, scooping some of the noodles out of Taehyung’s bowl and popping them in my mouth.

“Unless you’ve been saying things behind my back and now he’s scared.”

I gave her an unimpressed look.

“There’s nothing they know about you that isn’t true. If you scare him off, that’s not my problem.”

“On the contrary, I think you and Yoongi would get along quite well.” Hoseok nodded, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“Yoongi. So that’s his name?”

I nodded. “The only two you haven’t met are Yoongi and Namjoon.”

“Namjoon. That one sounds familiar.”

“The lawyer.” I supplied.

“Ah. Right, I remember now.”

I attempted to steal another scoop of noodles from Tae, who had decided to wrestle me for them this time. He deflected all my attempts to sneak my fork in, swatting it back from his food playfully. He held them out of reach and just as I tried to puppy dog eye him for a bite, Jungkook slid his bowl across the table towards me. I abandoned my attack on Tae for the defenseless bowl, but before I could dig in, Taehyung slid it back towards Kook.

“I’ll feed her.” He groused, offering me his bowl once again.

I rolled my eyes at the two of them, but a smile still tugged at the corners of my mouth. A snort had all of us looking at Kat who, along with Hoseok, watched all of us fondly.

“You all are just too cute together. I might become a diabetic.”

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