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i’m in such disbelief right now and beyond disgusted.

i really hope y’all are choosing your morals over kpop; because we do not know these men at all. i will never side with or defend a predator and a criminal, even with little to no proof. even if there is the smallest chance he may be innocent, i will always believe the victim first.

some of you, as fans of the boys for years and him in general, i know you must be feeling disappointed and betrayed. you’re not dumb for previously supporting him, as we couldn’t have possibly known. but now is the time for a reality check and it’s time to wake up and take a step back. this just goes to show that we know absolutely nothing about them.

for sm to just outright put out a statement on their own before any rumors even surfaced and immediately kick him out? this has to be insanely serious and i’m terrified of what he could’ve done. the crazy thing is with everything currently happening in korea with the telegram situation, and korean women constantly being in danger in general because of the men there, i’m not at all surprised that celebrities are being exposed. sm has protected criminals before, and held onto lucas when his scandal came out as well as other artists who have been exposed for similar crimes. i can’t even imagine the severity of the current situation. we’ve seen what happened with the burning sun, and these men are not immune to being misogynistic, vile human beings.

members have already unfollowed him and deleted posts with him in them; his best friend of 17yrs has unfollowed him. the company taking the initiative and him getting kicked out of the group in less than a second before anything even came out, no denying the claims or even trying to defend him. that should be enough to tell you and understand how serious this actually is. i am beyond disgusted with him and this whole situation.

i sincerely hope the victim is doing okay and praying for them to heal and get the justice they deserve. and remember that your love for these celebrities should always be conditional, because we do not know them. it’s their job to put on a show and show you their public persona, but behind closed doors? we don’t know what they’re actually like. we put them on a pedestal and yet we don’t know what they’re really capable of. they are still men after all. i hope the police are taking this seriously. there needs to be consequences and these women need to be protected.

let this be a lesson to all of us. they don’t know us, and we don’t know them, not really, not at all.

ALWAYS choose morals over these strangers you idolize. and as women, we should be standing with the victims.

maybe not all men, but enough of them. and maybe not all men, but somehow always a man. and going forward, i will continue to support nct as a whole with the remaining members. however, keeping the situation in mind, i will be supporting from afar for a little while. if the situation escalates and other members are investigated and new information comes to light about the rest of them either knowing or possibly being involved, it would be best to step away for good. i will do my best to stay updated. but i do hope the rest of the members are doing okay, and hopefully no other members were involved; but this, just shows that they can always surprise us. you never think it’ll be your fave, until it is.

let’s hope this causes a domino effect and more of these people are exposed and charged for the crimes they’re committing.

sending love to anyone who has ever experienced sexual violence or has been targeted and been in a similar situation. it is not your fault and it never was!

love you all and my dms are always open if you need to vent. <3

❗️EDIT: also i wanna add that we need to not praise the rest of the members or any other celebrity for simply unfollowing him on social media. that is the least of anyone’s worries.

we don’t know if they were aware, we don’t know if they knew and were protecting him or turning a blind eye. it could be them trying to save themselves and clear their guilty conscience. maybe they didn’t know and are just as shocked as we are, we don’t know that either.

we blindly trust these people and believe they have good intentions but look at where that can lead to. fans being upset is valid, yes; but remember people with money and power will do whatever it takes to sweep things under the rug and make it go away in order to save face and keep their image and reputation.

follow-up post here.

The Plunge

A/N: This chapter is a lot of intense emotions and the story in general is, so please be aware. My goal is to release a summary of some previous and upcoming intense chapters that are as trigger friendly as I can get it, but until then, please heed all the warnings and be kind to yourself. I want you to prioritize your mental health over my work any day. With that out of the way, please enjoy this wild ride and give me your thoughts!

Note: This is part of The Household's Bunny series, pls read the other parts to understand this one

Pairing: Yandere! OT7 x Chubby camgirl! Reader (Namjoon and Taehyung focused this chapter)

Words: 14.6k

Warnings: sensory overload, kinda emotional/sensory flashbacks, meltdown, mention and minor details of previous assault/an attack, implied victim-blaming, (not done by any members), mention of parental abuse, mention of parental suicide, almost violence (not from the members to MC), yandere behavior, anger, yelling, toxic familial and romantic relationships, alcohol, manipulation(?), unhinged thinking, insecurity, unprotected sex, creampie, tear/face-licking, threesome, housewife kink, dumbification, briefly power sub! MC (?), degradation, dom/sub dynamics, unhealthy relationships, crying, attempted skin scratching as coping, trying to jump out of a car, mention of alcoholism

When the climactic rain of graduation caps ceased and there was nothing left but to move forward.

Jungkook’s gaze flicked to the crowd before nodding, most likely to one of the guys, “Now, let's go before the others get impatient." There was a certain edge to his voice that illustrated the apathetic idol he presented to the world. The idol known for being blunt and almost bored at all times. You couldn't help but wonder how he would mesh with the side of him that was a sweet boyfriend, “I really hate that you have to go to this thing.” He sighed, “Find me or one of the guys if you want to leave, okay?”

You clammed up a bit at this. You had known there was going to be some sort of weird but brief after-party filled to the brim with professional connections the guys and Mona had to maintain, but you hadn’t given it much thought. Now, with how Jungkook talked about, you suddenly felt grossly unprepared for the pandemonium.

“Is it that bad?” You squeaked out as you both walked at a leisurely pace, taking a shortcut to avoid the crowd.

He gave you a noncommittal shrug, the joyful man you just witnessed effectively gone and doing nothing to assuage your weariness, but you weren’t sure how to bring it up, “I don’t like it, and I don’t like that you have to be there with all the fake smiles and small talk.” He stopped to look at you, “You’re just so far above all that.” He breathed, pressing a kiss to your forehead and you gave him a small smile he almost returned, “Sooner we get there, sooner we can leave.” He seemed to be telling himself that before he continued walking.

Even as his mask slipped back into place, he still held your hand as he led you past the unofficial VIP section of the stadium and through doors that opened up to a lounge with professors and pompously dressed people alike. It was an overwhelming sight, but you’ve seen worse. Though, the orchestral music through the speakers was semi-unsettling.

"Y/n!" Hoseok approached you with a wide smile on his face, pressing a kiss to your cheek, "Everyone is schmoozing and rubbing elbows, but we should be done soon-"

"And there she is!" You managed not to flinch when hands landed on your shoulders, "Congratulations, sweetheart!" A feminine voice sang and gave you a hug, letting you see the tell-tale pink manicure and jewelry.

"Thank you, Mona." You awkwardly patted her hands. It wasn't often you interacted with Mona, but you do remember her being quite the hugger. You watched helplessly as Hoseok and Jungkook were pulled away to play nice, leaving you alone with their elusive adoptive guardian.

She released you from the hug and you turned to face her as the room seemed to grow smaller and louder without any of your boyfriends next to you and the smell of alcohol faint on her breath. Mona had an intimidating presence around her and you knew she could command a room with ease. There was absolutely a reason Jungyoon was so scared of her, and it wasn’t just because he was a coward.

Nevertheless, her gaze was kind, glittering with excitement still, "How have you been? I know you and the boys have gotten along." She wiggled her brows making you laugh nervously. Her giggle was warm, but you were absolutely lost on how to talk to her.

None of the guys ever seemed to favor talking about her, so you knew next to nothing. Her phone calls to you were sparse and kind, but still surface level in conversation.

"Yeah, they're great." You smiled awkwardly, becoming aware of how warm the room was.

"Have you been settling in well?" She asked, taking a sip of her Manhattan and you fought the urge to scrunch your nose at the pungent smell of whiskey, or maybe your nose was just sensitive to the alcohol smell thanks to Jungyoon, "I know it's been some time since you moved in but it's quite the change."

You nodded, "Yeah, I mean, the place is huge." You cringed internally. Goodness, your conversation skills were crap.

She nodded, "Yeah, it's quite the ivory tower for a place to live." She chuckled and you had no idea what to say.

"The elevator took some time to get used to since it's a little noisy." You forced a laugh and she either was easy to please or took pity as she laughed along, "Well, you own the building, so you know it has its quirks." You shrugged sheepishly, but Mona quirked her head to the side, the sweet smile still on her face.

"Own it?" She tittered at the idea, "Oh no, the boys bought the building together ages ago, like, two or three years ago?" Her gaze was miles away before returning to mine, "Something like that." She waved her hand dismissively, “I love a good passion project, but I have no business renovating a hotel.” She giggled.

A chord struck through your body, your heartbeat gathering into your ears. Jungyoon had explicitly told you Mona informed him she bought the building for them and they had an extra space for you. He had no reason to lie about that. "You… don't?" You racked your brain and let out an uneasy laugh, "They just let you have some girl live with them for free?" You tried to sound joking, but you were more concerned than anything.

She giggled again, but this time it didn't fill you with warmth, "No, no, he just had me organize everything and tell your uncle a little fib, figuring you'd be more comfortable with me, you know?" She sighed dreamily and the soft breath was like a punch to the gut. A little fib? You went into that place under the impression your uncle just had an extremely kind boss, but as you were replaying that statement you realized how stupid and naive you sounded. "I did always want a daughter." Her hand squeezed your shoulder but your body felt like stone.

You blinked rapidly. How could you be so stupid? How could it all be a lie? It wasn’t possible. Mona offered for you to move in because Jungyoon worked for her, right? You could almost feel the blood rushing through your veins the more you thought about it and it was starting to irritate you. Though, irritate was an understatement as the week’s stress was clawing its way up your stomach as you tried to take in Mona’s words while she rambled about having a daughter and it was beginning to make your hand twitch, desperate to grab one of the guys and demand the truth.

"But… but… Jungyoon said-"

Your mouth was all of a sudden so dry. It didn’t make any fucking sense and it was starting to chip away at your temper. They were all so supportive of you doing what you want, why would one of them control you like this? The first time you properly spoke to any of them had mostly been after you moved in. Why would one of them just decide they wanted you to live there? They all greeted you like you had just met, right? Suddenly, the day was so hazy in your mind. Hell, Jimin didn’t even know you were moving in that day… right? Everything was hazy in your mind.

You finally find your voice, the question you needed the answer to jumping from your mouth "Wait, so when you say 'he', who are you talking about-"

“Mona?! Is that you?” A pompous man’s voice rang out and just like that, she was gone.

"This is my niece, y/n." A heavy hand landed on your shoulder, making it jerk down as your body stiffened and you could almost feel your eye twitch, "Y/n, this is Gong Seungmin, he’s the head of the business grad school here." Jungyoon only ever claimed you as his family when it benefitted him and you stopped claiming him as anything more than your uncle since you moved in.

You had moved in, found love, and the pretense had all been a lie?

One of them, or maybe even several of them, had orchestrated this whole elaborate scheme, and you… dated him?

But what if the pretense didn’t matter? A sick part of you tinkered at your doubt. What if it didn’t matter how long one or some of them had their eye on you? You were smitten by them regardless of anything else. What if the thought of one or more of them being so transfixed by your presence before you even properly met them made a dark part of your mind buzz with excitement.

You had to blink hard to shake off the thoughts. You could hardly take in the middle-aged man as you shook his hand with a plastered smile. There was too much going on and it was beginning to get under your skin as you could hear the stereo violin playing in the background was just a pitch too shrill for your liking, "Oh, hello." You greeted him politely, hardly able to remember who he even was. You couldn’t remember the last time you had fully lost your temper but Jungyoon was fixing to break your streak with the way he kept patting your shoulder with the heaviest hand he could muster.

You got a better look at the stranger’s face, a wrinkled smile among his frown lines with salt and pepper hair, and you began to feel almost bad for your growing anger in the path of this random guy, "Your uncle was just telling me all about how excited you are to apply to our program."

Your face fell, anger barely contained in your body reignited within an instant, but a pointed glare from Jungyoon, one eerily similar to the one your mother would give you, fixed your face into a polite expression. Obviously, your uncle enlisted you in some game he's playing, some game that you almost wanted him to lose. You wanted so badly to see him fail now more than ever and you could hardly believe it. From the whole last week to Mona’s words, there was only so much you could take, and Jungyoon had a way of pushing you miles by doing something that would make any regular person only move you a centimeter.

You remained silent, a mercy to your uncle, really. You bit your tongue, but this obviously angered him as he cleared his throat to fill the silence between you three,, "Yes, yes, all her life she's been quite the salesman, just like her father." His voice was sickly sweet as his blunt nails dug into your shoulders. Your hands ached to ball into fists at being compared to someone like your father of all people. Jungyoon didn’t even like the guy, so what good was bringing him up now? Was it just a power play to keep you compliant? To intimidate you? To remind you that he wasn’t nearly as bad as your father, regardless of how low that bar was? It did nothing but fan the flames that were licking at your throat.

Was one of the guys getting you to move in a power play? But if so, why did you feel so free with all of them? Why did Jungyoon piss you off way more in this moment than a huge foundational lie? It didn’t make any sense still, and you were only getting angrier.

Mr. Gong’s smile cut into your mind, "Well, I'll anticipate your application." He gave you a nod before dissolving into the crowd of pearls and cufflinks.

The silence between Jungyoon still rang in your ears over the hustle and bustle of the claustrophobic lounge and your racing thoughts, "I'm nothing like my father." Your tone was much harsher than you intended. You were pissed, but you knew better than to start a fight with your uncle, usually. Although, some of you wanted to do it, and make a scene, embarrassing him in the whole process, “And I’m absolutely not going to business school.” You spoke through clenched teeth.

His grip tightened again like he could feel your defiance, making you wince. He was still too weak to leave a mark, but that sick part of you almost wanted him to, wanted the guys to see it and- "If I get this board member on Mona's good side, I'll be set for life." He ranted, "You have the money, just go.” He grit out and you wanted to scream, cry, anything to get him to shut up for just one second.

“You’re on edge.” You commented hypocritically seeing as you were the definition of being on edge at the moment, “Is it because you don’t have the self-control to indulge in the open bar? Is that why you’re making promises you can’t keep to board members?” You asked and you knew it was mean to poke at the disease of addiction your uncle was fighting but you just didn’t have it in you to care especially when you heard the sharp intake of breath through his teeth while his hands on his shoulders shook, most likely with the urge to press his brittle nails into your shoulders even worse.

“There’s no guarantee Mona’s sons will stick around, so I need this.” His words were a thinly veiled reminder that you’ve yet to keep one thing in your life. Maybe that’s why he never let you get a pet. That’s what you always were, alone, and any disruptions in that routine were temporary. The idea punched through your heart, but at the same time, you felt numb. “Do this. For me." You couldn't swallow your scoff, making his tongue click. What had he truly done for you? You’d done so much for him. You cleaned him up every time he threw up all over his work clothes, cleaned the apartment he trashed, and you even redid his fucking resume before he applied to jobs. You wanted nothing more than to twist his stupid hand from your shoulder and achieve catharsis via full-blown rage.

Before you could go further, Jungyoon was gone, giving you a look of finality like he won the fight and it made you want to grab him by his greasy hair and show him what a real fight was.

Business school? What a fucking joke. Like you would go through the hell of graduate school for your uncle. The way he just walked away as if that was the end of your struggle and you had no fight in you. How often had something like that happened? Is that who you were before moving in with the guys? Jungyoon’s doormat? You knew the answer, though. You had always been fine enough with being his doormat, anything to not be abandoned by the only person you had left. It was always that way and suddenly you felt so stupid for doing it. You did it for your mom and she still left. Doing it for Jungyoon didn’t change how much he resented you. You didn’t do it for the guys and one of them still wanted you there.

Was that the point? Were they trying to get you close to them or were they trying to get you from under your uncle’s thumb? Or was it just one of them? One man in your relationship who had Mona implant the idea in your uncle’s head like a poison, a seed that would break apart the concrete he kept your free will under? There were too many questions and too many E-sharp’s on this blasted soundtrack to focus on a thing.

"There’s my pretty girl." A sweet voice that made your shoulders relax ever so slightly. Jin would make it better, he always did… Was it Jin? Could he have set up this whole thing? Even so, you just wanted a moment of peace. Your anger was a pendulum that was starting to make you sick.

“Jin.” You breathed as he leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek, obscuring the man behind him until he was revealed and your mind fell sickly silent.

Your boyfriend smiled, not a care in the world and your heart shattered a bit, regardless of how ignorant he was to the weight of this moment, you almost felt betrayed, "You have to meet my old professor, Woo Ryeomin." Your blood ran cold when your eyes locked with the man who shared his, "Well, I suppose you know him better as the previous dean." He smiled to the man who broke his cold stare with you to dress in his mask of formality, like he didn’t cultivate a monster and spew wretched words your way for his own creation, "Mr. Woo, this is Y/n, my girlfriend." A wisp of emotion ran across his irises while your wrists burned and your throat closed.

He hated you. He had explicitly said as much when he was being dragged from your hospital room. You were the bitch who locked his son up for assaulting you. You were the whore who tantalized his prize boy into developing a parasocial relationship with the fake you, the you in your old streams, your old username, your old niche, old everything. A you that never existed in the real world.

"Yes, We're… acquainted." His voice ticked at your brain and silence was your best way not to vomit. He absolutely fucking hated you and still, he was too soulless to properly show it.

"Oh, really?" Jin gleamed, and his happiness at the notion made your eyes sting as he smiled, not catching sight of your pained stare, "His son and I were childhood friends before I skipped a million grades…" Jin’s voice faded as the pounding in your ears finally overtook your senses.

No.

No, no. You heard him wrong. You had to. Your Jin? Your beloved boyfriend, close and personal friends with the man who lived in your closet without you knowing? A beloved student of the previous dean that fathered the man who attacked you mid-stream? The man who scarred your wrists with his dirt-ridden nails?

Was it Jin? Did Jin bring you to their home and use it as some sick way to avenge his friend? Make you fall for him and feel safe for the first time since your attack only to rip it away? He could drive you to the prison to visit his childhood friend because he had built that trust between you two to just get in the car with him. The thought made it harder and harder to breathe and you were torn between anger and unfathomable pain.

"It is a shame you lost touch right as he… lost his way." Mr. Woo gave you a harsh look, and you had no time to find respite in the possible confirmation that Jin genuinely lost touch with your attacker long before you were even a cam girl as Mr. Woo pinned you under his gaze. Fuck, they really shared the same eyes, "He was no longer advancing in school and getting lost in frivolous things." You honestly wished he would just punch you. It would make you feel less crazy for the vomit that begged to crawl out of your mouth at this seemingly simple conversation.

Things. You were always a thing to the Woo men it seemed. Donghee referred to you only as a thing, something to be owned, controlled, marred by its owner. The bile crept up your throat and it felt like your air passages were closing and your wrists were on fire. You’d give anything to scratch at your scalp like you were still wearing that unbearably itchy wig you used to wear when you streamed on your old account.

“Y/n.” Jimin’s voice cut through the chaos in your mind, but you could hardly see his face even though it was right there. You couldn’t focus, couldn’t even blink at him, but it didn’t seem to deter him. He placed himself in front of you, blocking the sight of Jin and Mr. Woo, “I need to steal her real quick.” He turned to the doctor and led you away.

You were eerily quiet until the door to a unisex bathroom was locked. Then, the hug Jimin pulled you in was suffocating as your thoughts returned to you. Your wrists were on fire as you writhed against him, “Let go.” You coughed, barely able to keep your bile down with his arms around you and he did with a sorrowful look on his face. It made you sick, how hurt he looked, but you couldn’t let go of your anger. If anything his pain-stricken face only further pissed you off and your fingers curled around your ears for a moment as you groaned,” I can’t fucking think!” You cried.

“My love, what’s-” He started and you let out the smallest whimper but it was enough to shut him up.

“Don’t.” You begged and the more you blinked, the more the room switched from the apartment on that day to your childhood home and it was suffocating that you couldn’t even tether yourself to the man in front of you. Everyone in your relationship was a suspect and you were drowning in it, “I don’t know any of you anymore.” Your tears were halfway down your cheek by the time you realized you were actually crying.

“Angel, what do you mean?” His eyes were so genuine, it squeezed at your anger, your resolve, your need to express your anger at someone. “What happened out there-”

“Like you don’t know.” You spat, your tone much harsher than he’d ever heard it before, “Or maybe you don’t and I’m just getting mad at the wrong man.” You croaked and the notion made the serpent around your chest tighten further, but your anger stayed, “Like it’s all a big fucking game of clue.” You threw your hands up in exasperation and began to mumble to yourself, hardly even tethered to reality anymore, “I wish she never fucking told me, I didn’t need to fucking know and I wish that Jungyoon didn’t come and I wish-”

Your ramblings ceased when Jimin cupped your face, “Take a deep breath, okay?” He spoke softly and it only made you angrier.

“Fuck you.” You snarled and it made him exhale sharply and you finally got a good look at his face. He was straddling the line between sorrowful and angry, but you couldn’t tell if it was directed at you. It should be, but part of you knew it wasn’t. Then, in the blink of an eye, he pinned you to the nearest wall.

Your full name forced itself from his mouth in a stern manner, gaze scorching and it made you freeze. Jimin hadn’t called you by your full name ever. The shock of it made you finally focus on him, and only him, “You listen to me and listen good.” He snapped and it made your body cease its incessant quaking for a bit, “I don't know what you're saying or why you’re mad at me, but you freaking out like this is hurting you.” His breath was hot against your lips but it was almost refreshing, grounding even, “And I’m not here to let anything harm you, including yourself, got it?” You nodded slowly as he hypnotized you with his intensity and he sighed, “Good. Now, take a deep fucking breath or I will put my mouth over yours and inflate those pretty lungs myself.” You could count on one hand the few times Jimin lost his cool, and it had never been to this degree. And yet, no fear was in your veins. You felt completely safe even as your form was reflected in his crazed gaze while you took a deep breath and he nodded, satisfied as he lightly brushed away your tears, “Do you love me?" It was a question, but it didn’t feel like one.

"Yes." You didn’t need time to think about it. Even if it were Jimin to manipulate your living situation, and it was looking less and less like it was as this conversation went on, nothing would change how much you loved him. Part of you feared nothing could change how you felt about whichever man got you in their home.

His gaze softened and you swallowed hard, not fully ready to let go of your anger. It had been so long since you’ve lost your temper and you weren’t sure when you would taste the bitter adrenaline rush again, nor were you all that ready to face the internal and external crash of consequences, "I love you too.” He pressed a soft kiss to your lips that you reciprocated on instinct, “Do you trust me?"

"Yes" Again, you didn’t miss a beat. Even as you were fuming, you weren't sure how to even take your trust back from him. Evidently, Jimin wasn’t the one you were angry with, so you were able to reel in your venom, even if for just a moment.

"So be there with me, be with that love and trust and tell me what I can do, who I can fucking ruin, I don't care.” He spat, “Just tell me, and I'll do it." His eyes were vulnerable even among his harsh words

“You can’t do anything about it.” You murmured and he looked woefully unconvinced.

The anger was still alive and well in your body, but you knew the bulk of it wasn’t at whoever was proving to be the most obsessive in your relationship. You didn’t have a moment to spare to analyze what that said about you, “I could see you getting bombarded and I couldn’t fucking get to you and then when I finally reach you, Jin is too nostalgic with the old dean to even see-” You saw realization hit his features as your body stiffened at the mention, “Done.” He said as if it was the simplest thing in the world and you went to grab him before he could walk out.

“Don't make a scene.” You begged, “You don’t even know what he did.” You reminded him but he shook his head.

“You can’t seriously think I’m that dumb.” He cursed and you were taken aback by his own harshness, “I was your TA when you got hospitalized, I know his son is in prison and he had to step down because of it.” He looked sick just thinking about it, “I know you were attacked and Jin is out there with him-”

The locked door opened to reveal Taehyung leaning against the frame, twirling a key on his index finger, a dark expression on his features, “Little lamb.” He sang, drinking in your form, “Jin wanted me to check on you since Jimin dragged you to a bathroom in the middle of the mixer.” He glared at the older man who scoffed, “No more scenes, yeah?" His smile was anything but genuine and quickly dropped when his eyes went to you, "Let’s go.” He extended his hand and when you didn’t take it, he clicked his tongue.

Something didn’t feel right about the way he was acting. Or maybe you were just seeing all of them in a different light. A light that did nothing to simmer the affection you held for them.

He approached you and you remained glued in your spot but he simply fixed your hair and led you back into the chaos, “Taehyung, what the fuck is going on?” Your composure was leaving you as he drew you away from Jimin’s comfort, "Why are you all acting like this?" Cagey, stoic, all things he had never been while Jimin was angry and combative, also out of character. You couldn't keep up with the stark switches in mood.

“Hush and keep your teary eyes down before he gets suspicious and tells even more of us.” He ordered and you gaped at this, "You think we're acting weird?" He gestured to himself and Jimin, "How do you think the others will act when they find out you're upset?" You didn't want to think about it. The mere thought of being swarmed by all of the suspects had you doing as best you could to evade alarm while Namjoon spoke to Jin.

"We're going ahead of everyone." Namjoon plastered a fake smile to Jin as Taehyung simply nodded at the doctor and steered you away. You caught a whiff of the cologne Mr. Woo wore, the same as Donghee’s and it made your stomach churn.

"What? But our dinner reservation isn't for another two hours-" Jin began to object but you caught Namjoon nodding.

"Yeah, we were gonna give her a bit of a break before we head out." You barely caught him say before you were ushered out of earshot, "Do you know where Hobi is…"

Despite his tender touch, Taehyung was essentially dragging you. The unstable pace only made your nausea worse, "Tae, I need to go to the bathroom." You pleaded, stomach-churning.

"Why?" He asked through clenched teeth.

“I’m gonna puke.” You argued and he shook his head.

"You're not going to throw up." He spoke nonchalantly and yet with a sinister finality that stoked the flames of your anger.

"Yes, I fucking am, so let me-"

"I already said no." His voice was deadly even and you weren't scared but you certainly had no intention of pushing further.

You managed to keep the bile at bay and the tears were even starting to let up, both sucked down by the anger boiling to the surface. Anger at Mona for dropping a bombshell like that then leaving, anger at yourself for not knowing which guy it could be, anger at Jungyoon for trying to still control you, and anger at Donghee and his deranged father for ruining what was supposed to be a great day. You were fuming and the only solace you had were the tears that hadn't fallen again… until you reached the car and a dam broke free.

The car door slammed and a scream was ripped from your throat, a pathetic sound for a pathetic person, as you shuffled to the other side of the car. You needed as much distance as you could get from him as you tried to put your head between your knees. Usually, this would calm you down but the darkness only gave way for the fireworks behind your eyes as you squeezed them tight to mock you with visions of Donghee, your father, your mother, and even Jungyoon as you cycled through all the poison in your life only to find your antidote, your boyfriends, were hiding something from you. Breathing was becoming a chore as you tried to tether yourself to something anything, but there was nothing but overlapping voices and that horrid violin that played background to everything that went wrong today. Palms pressed against your ears and then… your nails grazed against your scalp. That wig was always so itchy. And yet, as you were attacked, you wanted nothing more than to have worn that wig, to feel the scratch against your scalp to keep you on Earth.

You didn't even realize what was happening until Taehyung was gripping your forearms, pinning them at your sides while looking at you with so much pity it made your insides churn and you noticed the burn on your scalp.

He wasn’t touching your wrists, but you were filled to the brim with a vicious burning that could only be satiated by damage, damage only you could do, damage Taehyung wouldn't let you do as he placed his forehead on yours. Another fucking thing to be angry about.

Your face screwed in frustration as you jerked against him harshly and he nodded, "Go ahead, lash out, scratch at me, scream at the top of your lungs, but do not fucking hurt yourself." He spat sternly and you paused but he used his grip on you to push your hands against him, “Go on, be as angry as you want, little lamb.” He urged, making you push him again, but you leaned into it this time, “That’s right, baby, take it out on me until you’re ready to talk.” He spoke through clenched teeth and you had no time to question a thing when he let go of your arms, placing his own back at his sides, “You won’t hurt me, y/n, so just do it.” When you paused again, he growled under his breath, “How long are you gonna hold that shit inside and let bastards like me drag you from parties into the backseat of a car?” He seethed, pulling your anger back to the surface. He was right and you hated it. You knew much less than you thought about all of them and they had no trouble seeing right through you, “Come on then, throw a fit.” His tone was intentionally mocking to rile you up, “I’m not your uncle, I don’t want to get away with upsetting you.” It was a harsh whisper and it made your glare at him striking. He almost felt bad if it wasn’t what needed to be done.

“I’m not just mad at you.” You shot back.

“Oh, I know.” He assured you snarkily, “But I want you to, for once, be as angry as you feel.” He wasn’t touching you or towering over but you were just so pissed off and wanted nothing more than to have an angry walk, so you pushed at his chest lightly and it made him scoff, “Come on, little lamb, you can do better than that.” You pushed again, harder this time and his laugh was almost maniacal, “I know he was there, so I know that can’t be the best you can do.” He taunted and he may not have known he was referring to another man in addition to Jungyoon, but it was the words you needed to hear to do it properly, “There we go.” He encouraged you before keeping his mouth shut and letting you push away.

He was stone, utterly unmoving, pissing you off even more. Blind with a rage you'd seldom even given yourself the chance to feel, you kept pushing at him, anything to increase the distance between the two of you, between all of them until you could wrap your head around whatever the hell was going on. You pushed and pushed while you cried and pleaded for some unknown relief that you weren’t even sure how to find or if feeling better was even possible at this point. Not once did he move or say a word while you did it.

He took every weak shove and half-hearted smack to his chest with a straight face. He let you scream until it devolved into nothing but pathetic wails. Then finally, he waited for your arms to relax and for your hands to cease their painless beatings and defeatedly grip his shirt.

“Beautiful, baby, just beautiful.” He breathed as his arms encircled you as you cried for everything that went right being overtaken by everything that went wrong. You cried for accusing him and Jimin of being out of character while their sunny girlfriend, the peppy roommate they came to like romantically, lashed out and bawled her eyes out without explanation.

"Should've never left you alone in there." Namjoon murmured as he climbed into the backseat with the two of you, knocking on the partition before the car began to move. The dust had yet to settle with you but the explosion was done.

His hands wrapped around your center as he kissed the back of your head as it was buried in Taehyung’s chest, "If I had known Jungyoon was gonna be there I-"

"You what?" You sniffled bitterly, Mona's words overtaking your mind, "Fuck, who are you all?" You cried out and they both stiffened.

You didn’t see the looks they shared, the silent conversation they had before nodding. They wouldn’t lie to you, at least not any longer, "Mona and her big mouth." Taehyung hissed and it was all you needed to know who it was.

You gasped softly, ignited in the smallest way as you pushed yourself from Taehyung to gaze at them and for the first time, you saw it all. It was all over their face, the truth, and what made it worse was how beautiful they still were. It was unbearable seeing all of that genuine affection in their gaze even after being found out, “I really fucking don’t know you both.” You choked out.

"Don't say that, petal." Namjoon crooned, "We're no different than how you know us."

It wasn’t blunt, but it was an admission. They did it. You let out a strangled cry and it was all you could do before your eyes landed on the door behind Taehyung.

Your attempt was thwarted as quickly as it was initiated. You dove to the car door and before your fingertips could even kiss the handle, four hands pulled you and slammed you back between them. Even in their forceful move, it didn’t hurt, they were so careful not to hurt you, you almost wanted to beg them to just do it. It would be miles easier to want to break up with them if they were cruel.

And yet, the thought of breaking up with them flooded your body with horror.

"Little lamb." Their eyes were angry as their breathing was heavy among the adrenaline shot you must’ve given them, “Never fucking try to jump out of a moving car again.” Taehyung snarled, but you could hardly focus as your mind reeled.

You searched through every interaction you had with Taehyung and could not find one hint of him being this obsessed with you. You had met him and Namjoon once in a signing at a convention and it was such a minuscule and surely meaningless interaction that-

“I don’t care how mad you are or whatever horrible thing you want to do to us, we’re not letting you put yourself in danger.” Namjoon’s voice was calm, but his hands were shaking on your thigh. You had scared them.

You could hardly believe that you tried to make a jump for the car, but you also kind of knew you wouldn’t have done it. An extremely unhinged thought of only doing that so they could stop you flitted across your mind, but another whispered about how much you wanted to open that door just to see what they’d do. It was horrid, to crave being needed and cared for that bad, but surely they had some horrid thoughts.

They sicked Mona on Jungyoon, and Jungyoon on you, manipulating your very delicate living situation. You wanted nothing more than to feel betrayed, to want to break up with them right then and there, but you couldn’t. Nothing was changed for you and that was just making you angrier. You were sure the bodies on either side of you were the only things holding you together right now. And maybe they knew it, maybe they were taking advantage of it, but you didn't have it in you to care right now.

You shook your head, "What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?" You mumbled, eyes wide and dazed "It doesn't make any sense."

"Tell us what else happened in there." Taehyung wasn't asking and you could tell he was still angry in spite of how soft he was trying to talk.

"Don't you both already know everything there is to know about me?" You spat, the bitterness laying claim to your response, “I’d hope so since you just cornered my uncle into having me move in.” Taehyung fought the urge to laugh. Like you truly cared what they did to Jungyoon, even if it was actually nothing. He fought the notion, more focused on your forgiveness or some reassurance your mind hasn't changed about being with him.

"It wasn't like that." Namjoon defended, “Besides, we both know how concerned Jungyoon is about the safety where you live.” There was anger laced with his words, but it wasn’t that that poured cold water through your heated veins. It was the implication.

“You know about the attack.” You breathed, and your jaw felt unbearably tight as shame began to wrap itself around your body. You knew you shouldn’t feel ashamed, but there that feeling was anyway, eating at your anger and trying to overtake your body.

“We’re so sorry, love.” Namjoon spoke and you really wanted to vomit.

“We didn’t want to know anything before you told us.” Taehyung cut in.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Your mumbling devolved into whining as your hands went to your eyes, wanting to physically keep your tears in.

There was something so mortifying about being the victim over and over again. If it wasn't your dad, it was your mom, if it wasn't your mom, it was Donghee. The list of people who picked you apart like vultures and you wondered what they all could like about a husk of a person. And to have your choice of when to tell them taken away? Gut-wrenching.

“Not all the details.” Taehyung soothed, bringing your hands in his, “We found out what happened, but we don’t know all of the details.” He stressed this as he looked into your tearful eyes, sorry that they knew before you could tell them. This did bring you some peace and make you feel whole for a little and gave you the clarity to assess what not knowing all the details meant. Judging by the fact that Namjoon hadn’t even reacted to Mr. Woo’s presence, told you where their gap in information lied.

Nevertheless, you shook your head, the notion being almost too good to be true “How am I supposed to believe that?” You asked, "You both have been lying to me this whole time." It hurt you to say this, especially as you watched pain settle into their eyes.

“We didn’t even mean to find out anything before you were ready to tell us.” Namjoon sighed, “We had been visiting Mona’s foundation when we saw the blogpost they were drafting about one of their heroic acts.” He leaned his head on yours.

“Typical Mona.” Taehyung spat, “No good deed is selfless for her.” He was seething just recounting the memory as you listened quietly, breathing them in, “She had asked us to read over it and the names were changed but…” His jaw hardened, “We recognized it was you immediately and had them… rethink their intention of posting that.”

Air was going into your lungs, but it still felt like you couldn’t breathe, “How?” You gulped, asking how they knew and how they stopped that from going public, and you were too uneasy to point out that you all hadn’t really met until you moved in.

Namjoon gave you an unsure look, “Are you sure you want to hear that now?” He asked and your eyes snapped to his in surprise and suspicion, “I’m not trying to avoid telling you, but I can tell other things happened in there.” He soothed and you felt so vulnerable with the ease in which he read you like a book as he pressed his lips against your cheek with a wistful exhale, “We were going to tell you when you were ready.” He sounded desperate, like he was begging you to believe him.

"That was always the plan." The younger man mused, "So, tell us what happened." He urged gently, “We want to fix it.”

You shook your head as more tears fell, “I don’t think you can.” You whispered and your eyes fluttered closed when they held you closer between them.

“You don’t need to think right now.” Namjoon muttered, “You let us worry about whether or not we can fix it.” And just like that, the urge to tell them everything was clawing at your insides, begging to be anything but swallowed down again until you puke your guts out in a fit of rage and sorry.

"Well," You let out a humorless laugh among your stream of tears, but your bitter smile faded, "I don't want to go to grad school." Sobs tumbled from you, shaking your body against them.

Taehyung patted your back softly, "So you won't." He breathed and when you cried more, you felt his grip on your waist tighten, "Who said you had to?" His voice was ice cold.

You hesitated in tattling on your uncle but it was hard to worry about him these days, "Jungyoon says I have to go to business grad school so he can score a client.” You cried even harder at how pathetic you must be for this and the Woo family to get under your skin more than being lied to by Mona those months ago, “And I’m supposed to pay for it.” Another laugh escaped you and it was extremely still in the car for a moment.

"You're not going to business school if you don't want to." Namjoon spoke first, eerily calm, "I'll tell Jungyoon myself if I need to." You wanted to object, but why the fuck should you? If Namjoon wanted to pick where you lived, he could fight your battles. The sick part of him probably wanted to… and the sick part of you wanted to see it.

You sniffled but nodded as they held you, “Now, what else is wrong?” Taehyung asked and your body went rigid.

“I don’t want to tell you.” You confessed, “Not yet.” The thought of rehashing your attack in its full details was something you just couldn’t do, “Can I just… not tell you until I’m ready?” Your eyes were bleary as you looked to both of them and they didn’t hesitate in nodding.

“Of course, little lamb.” Taehyung murmured, sounding like himself again, “We’d never force you to do anything.” He soothed and a vindictive part of you wanted to scoff, but he was telling the truth. You were never forced to move in. Your search for an apartment had started to go well and you were making the money to live on your own, but there was something so enticing about Mona’s offer, you couldn’t resist. When Jin greeted you, it felt like home.

Jin.

How the hell would you face him now? How would you tell him?

“Don’t worry about a thing.” Namjoon pulled you lightly from Taehyung’s chest and tilted your chin to look up at him. It was almost a shame your tears did next to nothing to budge Hoseok’s work considering the photos Jungkook had sent him earlier and how beautiful you looked in them.

Although, when his eyes met yours and saw the same true and honest affection you always had when you looked at him, it was nothing short of breathtaking. You were still his, regardless of the truth. You still wanted him even after knowing what he did to get you with him.

"My thoughts are just… so fucking loud." You whimpered and Taehyung hummed sympathetically, hands rubbing up and down your arms.

"So just do your best to tune it out." The younger voice actor leaned down to your ear, "Just listen to our voices, okay baby?" He punctuated the request with a nip to your ear that made your breath hitch.

“We’ve always taken care of you, right petal?” He asked and you nodded because it was true, because you were obviously sick to feel so loved by these men and for not even caring that you were sick to feel that way, “Good girl.” He praised lightly as he pressed a kiss to your lips that you reciprocated with an ease you didn't know you could conjure considering the events of the day.

“We’ve done nothing but love you, sweet lamb.” Taehyung murmured as your kiss with Namjoon deepened and he leaned down to trail his lips along your neck, “Do you understand that our love for you knows no depth?” His voice was velvet and you knew that as his hands trailed along your body, they were offering you a distraction. A way to wash the disaster of that damn mixer by drowning in their bodies.

“How much time do we have?” You asked, beginning to get intoxicated with their affection, “On the way there I was edged and then Jungkook had to get me off really quick.” You whined as Namjoon’s fingers zipped your gown down, “I want to make sure I have time to cum.”

Taehyung licked up your neck and hummed, “We have as much time as you need, pretty little lamb.” He purred, hands wrapping around your neck, “If they’d just let me ride with you earlier, I would’ve made sure you came as much as you wanted.”

Namjoon slipped beneath your underwear and his fingers dipped themselves into your wetness before rubbing two fingers over your clit. Your back arched and Taehyung kissed along the tops of your breasts, "What do you want us to do, sweetheart?" Namjoon rasped and you whimpered at the sensation of him touching you, making him growl, "You better say something, baby, because I could stay right here all night touching you like this." He slowly slipped a finger inside you, making you gasp.

"Fuck me." You pleaded, "I-I wanna be full." You cried out when Taehyung nibbled at your sensitive bud, "I wanna be complete." Tears were still running down your cheeks but Namjoon caught one on his tongue and sinfully moaned.

"You're already complete, my love." The man in front of you reassured you as his lips danced across your chest, "It's you who makes us whole." His words went straight to your heart, mending the pieces that were damaged with a single sentence.

You didn't need to look into his eyes to know he meant it, but you did it anyway. It was euphoric watching his eyes cloud with an insatiable obsession for you. He let you indulge yourself in the affection he so desperately offered to you in surplus. It wasn’t fair how easy it was for him to make you feel human again, but it was so intoxicating.

His desperation filled you with a delicious entitlement. If he could have you, you could have him right back. Your hand slithered up his torso and his bicep to softly grip his chin as you tilted it up to properly lock eyes, "You love me, baby?" Your voice was broken but he still nodded eagerly, almost like a puppy.

He reached up delicately to brush your tears away, "More than anything, little lamb." He promised as you moaned when the older man slipped two more fingers inside you "It's always been you." He nuzzled against the other side of your neck while you turned your head to look at Namjoon.

Your hand reached his cheek and he nuzzled into it, kissing your palm softly, "I love you more than life itself." He swore, emphasizing his point as he curled his fingers inside you, "You're my dumb little housewife, aren't you?" You preened at the words of affection as he nodded at Taehyung and his lips stayed on your neck as you heard his belt being removed, "We worked so hard to make sure everything was perfect for you, didn't we?"

Taehyung pulled back and nodded and your mouth nearly watered at the sight of his cock in hand, giving it slow pumps, "I picked out everything in that room for you, baby." He groaned and you clenched around Namjoon’s fingers, “I spent weeks renovating that whole floor to be perfect for my love.” He grunted, eyes drunk on lust.

“She clenched around me, Tae, she likes hearing how much her boyfriends are fucking creeps, huh?” Namjoon teased and you moaned. He was right and you didn’t have the ability or want to deny it. The idea of them being so needy for your affection and attention thrilled you to no end.

“Yeah, baby?” Taehyung panted, still stroking himself to the sight of you getting off on Namjoon’s fingers.

You whined as he pulled his fingers from you, “I just want to taste.” He soothed and you turned to see him lick your essence from his fingers, “Fuck, that’s good.” He let out a harsh breath, nearly losing composure before he kissed you quickly, “Now, let Taehyungie fill you up.” He gave you a wing before he grabbed the underside of your thighs and pulled them to either side of your waist.

You squeaked, being so open and exposed to the predatory eyes of Taehyung who let out a long moan at the sight, “Shit, you soaked through.” He cooed as his fingers slipped beneath the hem of them and felt you. His hands were cold and you saw him shiver as he made contact with your heat, “So wet.” He chuckled blissfully before pushing the fabric to the side and slowly sliding his dick in with a wanton moan, “Yes, yes, yes.” He chanted and his lust-drunken sounds and looks were proving to be contagious as you mewled at the welcome intrusion.

“Tae.” Your jaw was slack and Namjoon took advantage of this by sloppily capturing your mouth.

He drank in your moans while Taehyung fully sheathed himself inside of you and began moving back and forth slowly. It was sweet torture, not being able to tell him to go faster while your nerves were alight at the slow drag of his cock and Namjoon’s sinful tongue in your mouth.

“You feel like heaven, little lamb.” He grunted against your neck, nuzzling his nose against you.

Namjoon let your mouth go as he tongued more at your neck, “Faster.” You asserted in between moans, but he continued his mind-wrecking pace, “Tae.” You nearly begged and he laughed breathly into your skin.

“Aren’t you still mad at me?” He cooed, “I should go slow to show you how much I love you, darling.” He spoke and usually, it would melt your heart but after the day you had, you wanted to be fucked absolutely dumb, let all the stress release from your body so you could try to enjoy the upcoming dinner.

With all that in mind, you reached up and gripped his hair, pulling his head back as he released a sinful groan with a masochistic smile on his face, “You already showed me how much you loved me by being a fucking creep.” You hissed and he pressed into you deeper, making you fight a moan, “You were so fucking obsessed with me you wanted me to live with you to play house, huh?” His pace quickened at your words and it felt so right and so wrong to use such cruel words with him, but he was growing more and more fucked out the more you unleashed venom.

“Oh, baby.” He drew the last syllable out as he bucked into you a little quicker.

You pulled his hair a little tighter, “So fuck me like you mean it.” You taunted, “I’m at your mercy, so act like it.” You were hardly able to finish your sentence before he drew all the way out of you and slammed into you, “Fuck!” You shrieked.

“My nasty little bitch.” He chuckled sadistically, setting an unforgiving pace that rocked the very car you were in, “I try to be a gentleman, but you don’t want that from me.” He seethed through heavy breaths as you lost all ability to form words, “You want me to fuck you like you’re my toy.” He grunted harshly and when you clenched around him he let out another laugh, “Joon, look at her eyes.” He ordered as he fucked you into oblivion.

Namjoon studied your face hungrily, “She can’t even think anymore, Tae.” He teased you, but he was mostly right. Taehyung’s pace was sending shockwaves through your body and you were blissfully lost in the pleasure, “That’s okay, dummy.” He mocked and your eyes rolled back when he snuck his hand between you and Taehyung and began rubbing at your clit.

“Oh, m-m-my f-!” Your words were garbled as both men drew you closer and closer to release. They both laughed at your futile attempt to speak.

“My stupid housewife.” Namjoon rasped, “Dressed like a lady and fucked like a whore.” His circles on your bundle of nerves were growing quicker while his other hand gripped your hip, making you match Tarhyung’s thrusts, “Too fucked out to even ask to cum like a good girl.” You whimpered at this, but he shushed you.

“That’s okay, baby.” Taehyung’s pace was becoming sloppy, “You can cum, be a good girl, and cum on my cock.” He slammed into you even harder and it was all you needed to get thrown over the edge. You clenched around him with a scream as your back arched and he cussed, “Gonna fill you up, my love.” Was the last thing his strained voice got out before you were filled with a euphoric warmth that drew a moan from you, “Like a pretty picture.” He mused, fucking you through both of your orgasms.

You had just barely caught your breath when your eyes cracked open to meet Taehyung’s look of adoration and it filled you with a bliss only these men have given you, “I love you.” You whispered and your eyes widened when his dick twitched inside of you, almost half-hard again.

His eyes screwed shut as he took a breath and slowly removed himself from your body, “Sorry.” He breathed a coy laugh as he tucked himself into his underwear, “It just… feels really fucking good to hear you say that.” He gave you a wink before sweetly kissing your lips.

You giggled at that and Taehyung gave a light gasp while Namjoon physically relaxed, “Your laugh is so beautiful, petal.” His deep voice rang in your ears as he placed a kiss on your cheek while handing the younger man a hand towel.

“Your smile too.” Taehyung nodded as he began to clean you up.

You gulped as silence settled over the car. You expected to feel shame of some sort after fucking and declaring your love for the men who lied to you, but it wasn’t there. You just… weren’t angry much anymore, not at them. You didn’t want to be. Maybe it made you a pushover, and you did certainly want an explanation, but you loved them. They loved you, and you didn’t want to be so cruel to yourself by denying yourself the opportunity to be loved back. Anger was to be reserved for others, the ones who hurt you. Namjoon and Taehyung didn’t hurt you, they scared you, but not anymore.

“You guys know I’ll have a lot of questions.” You spoke finally as Taehyung got to work fixing your makeup with the bag Namjoon grabbed from Hoseok.

You felt Namjoon nod as he leaned his forehead on the back of your head, hands wrapped around your midsection, “You can ask or say whatever you want and we’ll answer truthfully.” He spoke, sounding like the calm and collected voice actor you first met, “All that matters is that you’re still ours.”

It was a warmth you only knew since moving in, but it was too sweet to not smile as Taehyung nodded in agreement while wiping off mascara flakes, “I don’t know how to be anything else.” You muttered pitifully.

“That’s not true.” The younger man stroked your cheek softly, “You’re wonderful, kind, smart, funny, and ours.” He gave you a small smile before dabbing at your dried tears.

“You’re multi-faceted.” Namjoon mused and it brought butterflies to your stomach beneath his hands.

Being nice to you came so easy to them, it made you wonder what made it so hard for everyone else. It made you wonder what they’d all do if they knew the extent of the actions enacted on you by the people who turned their backs on you. You thrived under their care more and more each day and it was hard to hold onto that fear you had of these two men just hours ago.

“I love you also, Joonie.” You murmured shyly, “I hope you know that.”

“I do now, petal.” His voice was melodic as he spoke in your hear before pressing a kiss just below it, “I love you so much more than words could ever capture.”

You settled further into his form as Taehyung got to work trying to make it look like you didn’t just have a meltdown and then car sex. Somewhere wrapped up in their sweet words and melodic humming, your eyes fluttered closed. You rested as they exchanged looks of glee.

You loved them. You were wholly theirs and there were almost no more secrets between the three of you. You saw their ugliest parts and still loved them. It made them wonder how they lasted this long without you by their side, but it hardly mattered now. Now, you knew how crazy they were for you, and soon, you’d realize how insane they all were for your affection. Soon, they hoped, you’d open up and let them start really taking care of things for you, or rather, people.

—

“Hi, Sleeping Beauty.” Taehyung sang as his face finally came into focus, “Sorry to wake you, little lamb, but your chariot has arrived to dinner.” He smiled and you nodded tiredly.

“Oh yeah, dinner.” You cleared the sleep from your throat, “Then I can go to sleep, right?” Your body was starting to feel the effects of your breakdown, but you couldn’t deny how hungry you were.

“You bet.” Namjoon reassured you, squishing you to him a little tighter for a moment, “Mona usually leaves midway through dinner so it shouldn’t be too bad.”

You nodded, the seedlings of curiosity on their overall opinions of Mona were firmly planted. Though you weren’t even sure how to feel about her, and you kind of felt like she liked it that way. Then, you finally remembered your own guardian would probably be there.

“You think Jungyoon will leave with her too?” You asked hopefully as Taehyung looked you over and fixed your hair as best he could, “I nearly lost it on him earlier, and I don’t know if he and I could come back from that.” You mumbled worriedly. You shouldn't have cared but you did and made you ache.

“Is his temper bad?” Namjoon cut in, needing to know if your uncle had physically harmed you.

Oh, it’s horrible.” You snorted, “He’s never hit me or anything but he can be pretty mean.”

Taehyung thought for a moment before nodding, “If he knows what’s best for him, he’ll leave early too.” He smiled like it was a joke, but you knew it wasn’t. However, you didn’t have it in you to really care what they said to your uncle without his shield that was Mona.

You nodded in understanding which made him brighten up at your trust. Namjoon left the car first and opened the door, offering you his hand. You gasped when you saw it was fully dark outside as you took his hand, “Don’t tell me you had the poor chauffeur driving around while I napped and we…” You felt your cheeks heat while you stood and Taehyung slid his arm around your waist with a cheeky smile.

“While we what?” Namjoon asked with faux curiosity and a grin.

“And no, we had him park at home until it was time to head over here.” The younger man whispered and you sighed, not sure if that was worse. Part of you wanted to ask why they didn’t just take you inside, but judging by your very delicate state at that time, it was probably for the best.

They guided you inside, your hand intertwined with Namjoon’s as Taehyung held you to his side. The restaurant was empty, which you kind of expected. You just didn’t expect to be the first one here. You bit your lip as you evaluated all of the events within the past few hours. You owed Jimin an apology and Jin… Jin and you needed a talk. You just weren’t ready to give him that, though. What if he didn't believe you, a person he's known for less than a year as opposed to a childhood friend he hadn't spoken to since he was a teen. They all deserved to know what happened in that horrible mixer and while you were thankful they were all so respectful of your feelings as to let you be the one to express them, but you almost wished they weren’t to save you the trouble.

Your head snapped to the door when you heard the hostess greet someone and you saw Jimin. Immediately, you stood and went to him. His eyes were soft and way sweeter than you felt like you deserved as you wrapped your arm around his midsection. He returned your hug without hesitation and you had to fight your tears.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled against his chest. He shushed you as he rubbed your back, “No, I shouldn’t have been so mean and taken it out on you-”

“I should’ve been there for you in the first place.” He said before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head and you shook your head, ready to object, “There’s nothing you can do that would make me mad at you, angel.” He crooned and you pulled back to look at him and saw nothing but love. He cupped his face in your hands and pressed a light kiss to your lips.

You pressed your lips together, fighting the urge to further object but you knew he wouldn’t let you nor did you have the time before the others came, “I love you, Jimin, I really do.” You said desperately, “I didn’t make you doubt that, right?” He shook his head.

“You could never make me doubt you, I don’t think I’d have it in me to let you.” He smiled like that was the most normal thing in the world. You knew it should chill you to the bone or at least make you a little scared, but you genuinely shared his smile as you kissed him before he moved to his seat.

Jungkook was coming in right after him with a tense look on his face that visibly relaxed when he saw you. His steps even seemed to speed up when you smiled at him. Before you could say a word, he looked you up and down, hands on your shoulders as he searched your body for harm, “I heard you had to leave early.” He murmured as he analyzed your skin, “Are you okay?” His eyes finally met yours when he said this and you nodded. You wanted nothing more than to hug him, cry, and tell him all about Mr. Woo and Jin, but you couldn't, not yet.

You put your hands over the one he had on your shoulder, “I’ll tell you everything later, okay?” You promised and he nodded, thumbs softly running across your skin in spite of his intimidating gaze, "Let’s just have a nice celebratory dinner and then we can rest." He noticed your smile was tired, so he swallowed his objections.

“Jungyoon’s on his way.” He warned you and you nodded, expecting him to be here, “Don’t take any shit from him, got it?” He spoke sternly but you knew he meant you. You also didn’t know if you had the restraint to take any more shit from your uncle.

“I’ll do my best so we can all enjoy our dinner.” Your words didn’t reassure him. He wanted to tell you to just forget about the dinner and make whatever scene you want. However, you didn’t seem to need to hear that. Instead, he gave your shoulder the softest squeeze before going to sit down.

Yoongi was the next to arrive and he gave you a tight hug, “Missed you.” He breathed against your hair and you snorted.

“You have no idea how much I missed you.” You sighed into his form. At this, he pulled back to look at your face, making you a bit nervous, and he clicked his tongue while shaking his head, “What?” You pouted at this and he shrugged nonchalantly.

“Hobi’s gonna notice.” He mused and you put your hands on your hips defensively.

“What? That my makeup needed fixing-”

“That you cried.” He said and the air nearly left your lungs. He put his hands up to appear nonthreatening, “You don’t need to tell me anything unless you want to, but I figured I’d warn you, my love.”

"Warn me?" You quirked a brow and his smile was smug.

"Your tears do things to us, baby." His voice was soft as the back of his hand traced your cheek, "Trust me, I'm itching to find whoever was stupid enough to make you cry, but… well, Hobi’s Hobi." He spoke ominously before kissing your forehead and approaching you was Hoseok.

"Hobi-" Your greeting was cut short by his soft hand grabbing your forearm and swinging you around to where his form was shielding you from everyone else, "H-Hi to you too." You attempted a chuckle but it died as his sharp gaze raked over your face and you shrunk.

"You cried, bunny." His voice was cold and you thought back to Taehyung’s warning about the others finding out. You nodded, not even sure how he and Yoongi were able to tell so easily when Jungkook didn't mention it, "Why?"

You shook your head, "I can't tell you yet." You whispered, moving to look around,but he cupped your face to pull you back to his eyes.

He nodded, at least aware of why you didn't want to rehash an upsetting situation moments before dinner, "So tell me if they're going to be joining us." You clammed up at this and he noticed before you could play it off.

"Please, don't-"

"Does it have to do with why you were in the hospital?" You gaped at his question and it looked like that was all he needed for an answer. Hoseok could read you like a book and it was eerie at this moment.

He pushed forward to kiss you hard, saying so much and yet nothing verbally. The kiss was a threat to whoever upset you and a promise to protect you. He pulled back and smiled almost wickedly, "Don't worry, I'll play nice during dinner." He pecked you once more before walking away.

You jumped when you felt an arm slide over your waist, "Sorry to scare you, pretty girl." Jin breathed and guilt slithered up your gut at how unnerved he made you.

"I'm just tired so I'm jumpy." You reassured him. You turned in his hold and plastered a smile. It wasn't his fault. He didn't know and you aren't ready to tell him. Although, as you watched him take notice of your discomfort and wordlessly let go of you with a sweet but strained smile, you knew you needed to be ready soon.

"I bet it's been a big day." He was sympathetic and you wanted to cry when he leaned his forehead on yours and your heart seized with unease. It wasn't fair, but it wasn't your fault or his.

You sighed as smoothly as you could and nodded, "Yeah, I just wanna eat then sleep." You laughed awkwardly and you watched with your heart aching as he sensed your discomfort and fought the urge to touch you more. If he was angered by it, he didn't show it, but you could tell he was hurt.

He gestured to the front of him, "After you, bunny." You swallowed hard and gave him another fake smile and walked by.

When you reached the table, your seat was changed from between Taehyung and Namjoon to between Hoseok and Jungkook, "Table changes occurred, I see." You mused and Hoseok grinned while Yoongi grumbled next to him.

"Well, I wanted to be next to my bunny and Jungkook beat Yoongi to the chair, so here we are." You chuckled at the stylist's explanation as you sat.

Jungyoon and Mona strode in as the appetizers were served, "Sorry we're late!" She called as your uncle trailed behind her, making himself as small as ever, "I had some business to wrap up." She explained as she sat down next to Namjoon, Jungyoon ended up next to Jin, making you feel even worse for the doctor.

"No worries." Namjoon gave her a million-dollar smile as they each began grabbing plates and collecting their pieces of bread and what looked like some sort of cheese pesto sauce.

Before you could follow everyone's lead, Jungkook placed his plate in front of you before getting himself another. You smiled at him and he just shrugged in response.

You ate and tuned out the conversation going on around you happily. It was nice to just be outside of interaction for once. Plus, the dip was way too good to even focus on pleasantries. However, it was in no time that you ran out of bread to dip, and the action of reaching for me when no one else had sounded about as fun as talking to your uncle so you sat. The waiter would be back to serve whatever dinner Mona decided on soon enough anyway.

"Ah." You heard Hoseok say and turned to find bread with dip staring at you.

You waved your hands to decline, "Oh, I-"

"Didn't have enough to eat this morning, come on." He urged sweetly and you didn’t need more prodding than that as you as the bite-sized bread slice from him with warmer cheeks.

"Oh, aren't they just cute, Jungyoon?" Mona squealed making your eyes widen as she and your uncle gazed at you, "Who'd have known my boys would take to your niece so well?" She sighed dreamily.

Your uncle cleared his throat and nodded, "Certainly not me." He said it with a smile but you knew better, "Y/n never really had much luck with love before." He spoke as if he was around to see it. He also spoke as if he wasn’t on the receiving end of seven different warning glares as he maintained eye contact with Mona.

"Neither have my boys." Mona mused, a bit too tipsy to identify the thinly-veiled dig at you, "I read it's quite hard to build intimacy when you don't have strong familial bonds." She drawled, drowning her bread in dip, "I adopted them all in their mid to late teens and they didn't really get close until they were adults." She pouted and the guys seemed to be used to her musings, "I can only imagine how y/n felt, and how much slack you had to pick up." You almost snorted at the idea of picking up any slack when he was the one who constantly needed to be cut some.

Jungyoon cleared his throat as everyone's eyes fixated on him, "Right, well, y/n was old enough to take care of herself by then." His response was robotic and it made your eye twitch.

"I was 15." You corrected before taking a sip of your drink.

"I barely knew chemistry at that age, let alone how to fend for myself." Taehyung laughed and you watched in moderate glee as Jungyoon shifted uncomfortably.

"Well, you always were mature." Your uncle smiled and it was a foreign look in your direction.

“Still a teenager, though,” Jimin added and your uncle frowned, evidently less scared of Jimin than he was Taehyung, foolishly so.

"Her father made her grow up quite quick, terrible man he was to her mother and her." His voice was almost snide and the mention of the monster in your nightmares and it made you clench your glass.

You blew a breath out through pursed lips, “Well, he was one of your best buddies back in your school days, so I guess you’d know best.” Your smile was as eerily fake as the boys had ever seen. Yoongi and Jin were surprised at how seemingly quick your temper was being chipped away. Jungkook, Taehyung, and Hoseok were utterly living for Jungyoon to be on the receiving end of your anger. Meanwhile, Namjoon and Jimin tasked themselves with making Mona wasn’t going to intervene with whatever you needed to say.

"Oh, I didn't realize he was in the picture." Mona leaned her chin on her hands while the waiter took your plates. Your boyfriends had visibly perked up at the first mention of your elusive father, especially knowing he was apparently so horrible.

Jungyoon nodded and your boyfriends were silent. You hadn't mentioned much about your father, it was better that way. Nothing good would come of it.

"He wasn't for very long." Jungyoon sighed and you shook your head softly. If he wanted to elaborate, you could do that, "I always told her mother he was no good, but he had a way with words-"

"And a fist." You piped up, "Remember when he made you decide between getting a swirly or me getting a busted lip? Like he was a grade-schooler or something." You chuckled bitterly and Jungyoon looked shell-shocked. You didn't want to look at the guys but Jungkook slid his hand over yours with a squeeze that gave you some more bravado, regardless of if that was his intention or not.

"And what did you choose?" Yoongi glared at the middle-aged man who's forehead seemed to glisten.

"Her father was a sick man, it hardly mattered to him." He rushed his response and your hands would be quaking if not for Jungkook’s, "He always did that, making everyone choose between one horrid thing or another." You nodded, the one truth Jungyoon had said thus far.

Your father made your mother and Jungyoon choose between them or you, as a way to show you that they didn't care. It was the psychological appetizer to the violent main course. He would scream and scream in your ear about how much they could care less, berate you like your mother did him and Jungyoon did your mother. It was a sick cycle.

"Funny how I never got to choose." You mused, all that anger spilling its way from your mouth in passive-aggressive quips, “Always wondered when it would be my turn.” Your eyes were firmly fixed on your uncle’s.

"What happened to him?" Too inebriated to read the room, Mona asked.

"Yes, where is he these days?" Namjoon asked and you couldn't bear to look at any of them. Jimin had a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, as if to hold him back from punching your uncle. Hoseok looked on in deadly intrigue, Yoongi worried about what could have possibly happened at the mixer, Jin was similarly in the dark as he watched this all unfold, and Taehyung told everyone else with his eyes to let you talk. Obviously, this was something you needed to say.

"Well, he-uh-" Jungyoon’s stumbling was grating on your nerves. You wanted to slam your hands on the table and tell him to say it already. He’s the one who wanted to bring him up in the first place.

"Killed himself." You finished for him before he could make up a lie. "That's when we moved in with Uncle." You looked to him with a snarky smile, "Then, mom left."

Your uncle’s temper was shortening judging by his gaze, almost overtaking his fear of your boyfriends, "Yes, then you turned to camming in college."

“Is that a problem to you?” Jungkook’s voice was obviously strained while his gaze was sharp as ever.

“N-No, she can do whatever she wants.” He backtracked before mumbling, “She always has.”

This made you laugh, “Have I?” You challenged.

“Well, I certainly wasn’t the one to have you start camming.” He shot back.

“Weren’t you?” You couldn’t even recognize your voice with so much malice in it, “I started after I took care of my alcoholic uncle throughout high school until he could keep a job." You snapped back with a fake smile.

“Was nowhere else hiring?” He deflected and you scoffed.

“Oh, now you’re privy on who’s hiring and who’s not?” You quipped.

“What are you trying to say?!” He gruffed out like your father used to, and the poor attempt at intimidating you made you roll your eyes

"I’m saying I made a living for myself since I never knew when you'd lose another job." You laughed and the table was utterly silent.

"Well excuse me for needing something to take the edge off of getting a kid I never wanted." He gruffed out and instead of pain, you only laughed harder, “I’m a huge fuck up, I get it.” He’d always do this. Whine and fish for reassurance in the form of you lying and telling him he was great and doing his best. You were so sick of lies today.

"Oh yes, poor you." You mocked and it made his eyes widen, a genuine reaction for once, "Want me to apologize for still being a child when my mom left?” You raised a brow and this made his face even more red.

He growled, "You can apologize to your old dean for what you made his son do." He snapped and you balked, an unbelieving smile on your face. Had he done this a few hours ago, it would've ended the argument. Odds are that’s what he was hoping for, but he didn’t anticipate the fact that you already broke earlier. Now, you were put back together and ready to go even lower than he was.

"What?" Jin's voice fell on deaf ears. cut in but was silenced by Yoongi and you just knew looking at any of them would make you lose the steam you desperately needed to keep.

"Oh yeah?” Your uncle and you shared a glare and you knew it was over, “Why don't you apologize to Mona for lying to a board member about my post-grad plans to get on his good side?" This made the woman in question straighten up from her inebriated spectation and Jungyoon shifted.

"What did she say?” Mona asked but it fell on deaf ears.

Your uncle ran a hand over his face and groaned, “You say things like that and then wonder why your mother left you?” He was starting to shout and the twisting in your gut was even more pronounced but there was no way in hell you were throwing up before you could hurt him worse.

You couldn’t help the laughter that left your lips, "She left you too, you know?" You glared at him, amusement gone from both of your faces, "At least she left me a note." You seethed and it all happened in the blink of an eye, really. And yet, it was almost in slow motion you watched his face twist from shock to hurt, and then, pure rage. It was like the flimsy rubberband holding him together snapped as Jungyoon grunted and dove across the table, hands outstretched for you.

You weren't sure what his plan was, but you knew he wouldn’t hit you. He never had the guts even when you were at your most defenseless. He would grab your collar sometimes, and still, weren't scared of him at all. Regardless, dishes clattered as Jin and Namjoon sat him back in his chair while Hoseok slid your chair out as Jungkook stood in front of you. The whole ordeal lasted seconds but you knew would be felt for longer.

“Pathetic.” Jungkook’s voice was venom.

The unfortunate waiter came by to silently and awkwardly place the entree plates in front of everyone before promptly scurrying off. It appeared to be an appetizing pasta dish that your stomach yearned for, but you could hardly focus on it.

You and your uncle sat stunned for a moment, both equally surprised he would lose it like that while sober and in public. In the blink of an eye, he ruined everything for himself because you angered him so terribly and all he did was ruin your dinner. The ruining of your relationship was kind of a joint effort, though, at least at the moment.

“Y/n-” Your uncle began to speak.

“You don’t need to speak to her anymore.” Hoseok’s voice was ice-cold as he shut Jungyoon down.

Namjoon nodded, “You’re welcome to sit and listen if she has anything she wants to say to you.”

You turned your head, looking for any sort of guidance on what to even do now that your anger had more than peaked while reality began to settle in. Your eyes caught Yoongi’s who looked at you tenderly, “You have anything you want to say right now, my love?”

You had a lot you needed to say to your uncle, but it would have to come later. The fact of the matter was that you were hungry and just wanted to have dinner and sleep, so you shook your head silently.

“She said no.” Jimin informed your uncle with utter distaste in his gaze, “So you have no reason to be here anymore.”

“We’re due for a serious conversation anyway.” Mona’s voice sliced through the beats of silence.

“Alright, let’s get some food in you, and then you can sleep this all off.” Hoseok mused, twirling your fork in pasta and holding it up to you.

“Nobody say a fucking word to her about anything that was just said, got it?” Jungkook spoke and it was almost funny to you if it weren’t so necessary. You saw him give a pointed look to Jin and you couldn’t bear to look at the man in question.

You heard two chairs push out and the clack of Mona’s heels. You didn’t see your uncle leave with Jungkook still standing in front of you protectively, but it was for the best. You didn’t need to see Jungyoon to know he was gone. Just like your mother, he left you emotionally long before he did physically.

Only this time, you weren’t being abandoned, he was required to leave. You actually wanted him gone and the experience of being the one to push him to it was chilling. And yet, it was so fulfilling to push him to the brink and watch him just ruin his life like that. It was nice to feel like you won the fight even when he aired out your trauma for your boyfriends and their adoptive mother to see. It didn’t matter because when the dust settled, you were going home with seven men who wanted to be with you.

Jungyoon, on the other hand, would go to the same liquor store nearby where all the employees despise him yet know him by name and go home alone. He would be surrounded by nothing but empty bottles and stare pitifully at the one photo he has of him, your mother, and your father smiling, a time before you were ever in the picture. He’ll have to stare into the void of his own loneliness, look into the mirror, and think about how utterly insufferable he must’ve always been.

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The Household’s Bunny

Note: This will be a series of unnumbered chapters, drabbles and texts as opposed to a formal written series. Yes, the premise is loosely inspired by Brother’s Conflict, so I will be tagging it as pseudo- brothers, just in case, although none of them consider each other family, because the boys were adopted later in their childhood so they never really felt that familial bond and often refer to each other as friends, so I’m still up in the air on if they will get romantically involved with each other. The fics are more or less in order starting from the top and going down, concurrent with the texts. There will eventually be a lot of sexual content in this, so I stress again, no minors here or on my page thank you!!

Banner by: @rapline-heaux 💗

Summary: You were a cam girl and OnlyFans creator all the while you were a senior in college. A series of events leads you to be living with seven men under the same roof of one renovated motel. Entering the life of rich, and touch starved, men as a less than rich, but similarly touch starved, woman is bound to hold some shenanigans

Pairing: Soft Yandere! OT7 x Chubby! Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, hurt-comfort at times, softish yandere, kinda a crack fic at times, part smau, part written

Warnings: 18+! fem and fem-bodied reader, unhealthy relationships (i mean, it’s a yandere, albeit soft-ish but still a yandere, fic), subject to change warnings include.. smut, cam girl, pseduo-brothers(see note above), kinda a crack fic, online sex work, camming, sex toys, onlyfans, yandere behavior but the boys are all dummies kinda- at least at first-, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, specialized warnings for each drabble will be on the specific post

Updated: August 18, 2023 (drabble)

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red string 1

“our connection is determined by a tiny invisible string”

summary: you figured it was too late for your string to solidify, used to the idea of finding someone on your own, who also never got their string. However, your string began to tug when you least expected it, to the last person or people you would have ever thought. 

genre: soulmate au, red string of fate au, poly au, 

pairing: BTS (Yoongi centered) x Reader 

status: ongoing (random updates)

warnings: slight yandere themes, smut, insecure reader, alcohol, talks of jealousy, soul bonds, mentions of past abuse,

chapter warnings: soul pain, first meetings, running away, mc didn’t really want a bond, cinderella-esque plot line, small panic attack, mc is cynical, allusions to past abusive relationship, 

I am not going to have a taglist for this fic. I will only be using the permanent taglist as its intended for all of my fics.

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Being in your twenties was weird. You went from being in a structured routine for twelve plus years, having to ask to go to the bathroom, to being on your own and having to make mistake after mistake until you get the hang of being an adult (even if you never actually figure it out).

Being in your twenties also meant something else to most of the world’s population. The tiny string of fate that was always thought of as a fantasy would solidify, only visible to you and the person or people on the other end. The string was supposed to lead you to your soulmate/s, but sometimes only served to be a reminder of what you couldn’t have.  

Some people are lucky enough to already be with their soulmates and receive their string when they meet them, even before their twentieth birthday. You were not so lucky.

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my favorite bts fics so far (maknae!line + ot7)

hello lovely readers, i hope all of you are doing great. i really want to share the amazing work and talent that many authors have on this app. as a literature fan and hopeless romantic myself, i made sure to pick out all the fics that i think are beautiful and amazing :) this post includes the maknae line + ot7 fics. i also made a hyung line fic rec post if you want to check it out here heheh :p

disclaimers!!!!:

some of these fics contain nsfw content (minors dni), or some heavy themes

this is a pretty long post lmao

all pictures are from pinterest!

once again this is the key for the fics :)

fluff- ♾️

angst- Ω

smut- ☻

crack/humor- ☼

i would sell my liver to read this again for the first time- ¶

Park Jimin

series:

The Promised Iris- @akinnie75 ♾️Ω

''Pair: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Slight Angst, Slow Burn, Fantasy, Soulmate AU

Word Count: 20k

Summary: During one rainy summer day at the park, a stranger name Jimin suddenly confesses that he’s in love with you. At first, you thought that Jimin was a stalker, but it turns out that there’s something he’s hiding from you.''

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oneshots:

balletteacher!jimin x ballerina!y/n - @jungshookz ♾️☼ (there are more drabbles for this oneshot lolz)

''pairing: park jimin x reader

genre: balletteacher!jimin x ballerina!y/n au, fluff!!!! the fluffiest fluff!!! idk jimin just really cares about y/n okAY

wordcount: 2.5k''

him after all - @mercurygguk ♾️Ω☻

''➵ summary; a guy you’ve never met before scoops in and saves you from a very embarrassing situation and you can’t help but notice how cute he is.

pairing; jimin x f. reader final word count; 17,176 (sorry y’all) rating; 18+ content; strangers to lovers au, fluff/angst/smut, infidelity, multiple appearances from jjk, oc’s boyfriend being nasty and stupid af''

lover to lean on - @sketchguk ♾️Ω☻

''pairing: neighbor!jimin x florist!reader

➳ genre: neighbor AU, flower shop AU, smut, fluff, angst

➳ wc: 20k

➳ synopsis: for months, you can hear your no face neighbor and his ‘girlfriend’ singing and dancing and laughing and falling in love. above all, you can hear their bed banging against your shared wall, and they won’t ever let you sleep. you’d much rather stay up at night worrying about your own problems, like the weight of an unrequited crush, so of course you’re bitterly single. but one day, the apartment is radio silent. and one day slowly turns into one week and then into an immeasurable amount of time since you’ve heard his laugh. so on valentine’s day, when you’re missing it the most, you beg your neighbor to open up to you with cookies in one hand and two broken hearts in the other''

beneath the water - @jungshookz ♾️Ω ☻ ☼¶

''→ pairing: park jimin x reader

→ genre: mermaid!au/fantasy!au, an extra large order of fluff, comedy!!, jungkook being a brat as per usual, a touch of angst, and of course a sprinkling of nsfw

→ wordcount: 20.5k words holy moly''

into the wilderness - @gukyi ♾️Ω ☼

''summary: alright, so last summer’s camp was… disastrous. from the murky green showers to the wasps nests, it was all-around a bad time. but none of those things could be quite as catastrophic as the end-of-camp counselor campfire, when you told park jimin that you were in love with him. and if telling him was terrible, then seeing him again this summer, one year after your fruitless confession, just might be the death of you.

{camp counselor!au, unrequited love!au, friends to lovers!au}

pairing: park jimin x female reader genre: angst, fluff, comedy word count: 27k''

Kim Taehyung

series:

charade- @ughcore ♾️Ω☻

'' “Why would you help me? What are you gonna get out of this?”

Taehyung looks you up and down, the humour twinkling in his eyes like the fairy lights he helped you hang above the TV. He tucks his hands into his armpits, assessing you for a few more moments that leave your skin hot and itchy. 

“It’ll be nice to see you out of those fuzzy slippers for once,”

The double entendre lacing his words is nothing new. The tingles in your stomach, however? Yeah, those are brand new.”

kth / fake dating + roommate au + fuckboy!taehyung

ongoing (35k) ''

maybe i do- @chateautae ♾️Ω☻

''➵ summary :  maybe you love each other, maybe you don’t. when a deal between your fathers leaves you forcefully wedding kim taehyung, arguably seoul’s most powerful CEO, you’re prepared for a loveless marriage of eternal regret and unhappiness. but maybe, it doesn’t turn out that way after all.

↳  part of the high-class series!

➵ pairing : taehyung x reader

➵ genre :  arranged marriage!au, ceo!tae, s2l!au, eventual smut, fluff, angst

➵ rating : 18+

➵ warnings : swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of anxiety, mentions of confrontative violence (with other characters, not each other), lots of feels concerning forced marriage, a bad ex (reader’s), mentions of bad sexual experiences with ex (consensual, just bad sex), explicit sexual content, oral (m. and f. receiving), unprotected sex, penetrative sex (chapters have their own warnings!)''

A Story that we paint - @thedefinitionofbts ♾️Ω

''PAIRINGS: Jeon Jungkook x Reader | Kim Taehyung x Reader 

GENRE: College Au, Future, Scifi, Slight Fluff and Angst

WORDS: 9K (ch.1)

DESCRIPTION: Butterfly Dream: In which the lines between virtual and reality are blurred.''

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the universe of us. - @taesthetes ♾️Ω ¶

'' “I love you.” — “I know.”

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader | kim taehyung x reader genre: slight comedy, angst, fluff type: dream / fantasy / slice of life au word count: 21,112 words warnings: none''

you’re so concerned about the ending that you don’t even know the plot- @joonsgalaxy ♾️☼

''° yoongi x reader x taehyung

° 1.9 k words ° fluff/humor

🌟 you bring your broken laptop to Tae—the IT specialist—who you have a crush on. you drag your bff Yoongi along with you, who—you’re certain—has a crush on Tae too. what a mess, right? well, the thing is, you never even considered the possibility of your assumptions being totally wrong.''

stuck with you || [roommate!taehyung] - @jungshookz ♾️☼☻

''❥ pairing: kim taehyung x reader

❥ genre: university!au, enemies-to-lovers, fratboy!tae??, comedy that’ll either make you chuckle out loud or roll your eyes and snoRT or maybe u won’t laugh that’s cool too, domestic fluff because i want to go grocery shopping with tae toO (but also fluff in general!!), smutty smut so make sure to read this with your phone’s brightness lowered all the dang way, hi @ librarian!namjoon!!! fratboy!jungkook is also in here

❥ wordcount: 37k if ur reading this on mobile get rekt

❥ summary: kim taehyung becoming your new roommate is definitely up there on the list of the worst things that have ever happened to you.''

waterloo - @kinktae ♾️Ω☻¶

''Taehyung is a famous but pessimistic art prodigy who doesn’t believe in love. You are an art student studying in Paris, who sees the world through rose-colored lens and is a certified cheesy romance film enthusiast. And this is your love story.

Or, “Well, it is the city of love. Maybe you just need to fall in love.“

pairing: art prodigy!taehyung x art student!reader word count: 13k genre: FLUFF, angst, light tasteful smut''

falling in crayolove; (kindergartenteacher!taehyung) - @jungshookz ♾️

''✎ pairing: kim taehyung x reader

✎ genre: kindergartenteacher!au, workingman!au, F L U F F, tiny bit of angst at the start :-( but this is literally 98% fluff; y/n and taehyung are like two little kids with little crushes on each other

✎ trigger warning(s): implications of getting an abortion!!

✎ wordcount: 10.5k

✎ summary: y/n is a very single mom and taehyung is a very single kindergarten teacher. emma knows exactly what she needs to do.''

freefall - @jtrbluv ♾️☼☻

''summary: hearing banging noises outside your front door at 11 at night could mean one out of two things. one, you are seconds away from getting chopped up by an axe murderer. two, someone is purposefully being an inconsiderate asshole.

or three, a fratboy from delta phi who goes by the name of kim taehyung faceplants in front of your door amidst a high-stakes game of… hide and seek?

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: fluff, smut (pretty tame tbh! cuz it’s my first time eek), comedy, college!au, fratboy!au

word count: 10k

warnings: RATED 18+, grinding, dryhumping, palming, mentions of drugs and alcohol (yk regular frat shit), swearing, taehyung is a gentleman fr tho my gawd with a big co-''

farmer boy, i love you - @strawberrynamjoon ♾️☼☻

''– Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

– Genre: farming!au, lowkey e2l, smut, humor & tons of nagging

– Word count: 35k

– Summary: Needing change in your life you decided it would be a brilliant idea to move to your uncle’s small farm, helping him and your cousin Jimin with the daily work. What you didn’t plan was to fall in love with your beautiful yet very annoying neighbour Taehyung, who seemed to make it his personal mission to tease you every chance he got. And what you expected even less was that he seemed to like you too.

– Warnings: includes smut, alcohol and mentions death of a father''

The Crown That Is Ours - @taeshobipop ♾️Ω☻

''pairing: Taehyung x Reader

genre: fluff, angst, smut, royalty!au, arranged marriage!au, crown prince!th, princess!reader, idiots to lovers

summary: You never wished for it, but it was inevitable — an arranged marriage to a royal stranger. The Crown Prince Kim Taehyung.

A year into your marriage and life still holds you firmly in its grip. How do you plan to steer through this mess when the public suddenly comes knocking at your door, pitchforks and torches in hand, threatening: “death to all who commit fraud!”

rating: 18+ sexual content.''

Rent-a-Boyfriend - @jimlingss ♾️

''Words: 12k

Genre: Extreme fluff for all you bitter people out there (me being included)

Are YOU lonely? Need someone to cuddle at night? Do you want love?

If you said 'yes' to any of the questions previously mentioned then we have a service for you!

Don't be alone for this Valentine's Day!

Come Rent-a-Boyfriend!™

(terms and conditions may apply. we are not responsible for any emotional or sentimental damages. please take caution with rent-a-boyfriend). ''

Jeon Jungkook

series:

new girl - @jjkeverlast ♾️☼☻¶

''☞ summary after finding out your boyfriend of 6 years cheated on you, you find yourself moving in with three guys in a loft. what could possibly go wrong? – inspired by the FOX series New Girl.

☞ pairing jeon jungkook x female reader

☞ genre roommates!au, roommates to lovers, romantic comedy

☞ status completed!

☞ rated mature (+18)''

Her - @jungk0oksthighs ♾️Ω☻

''bestfriend!jungkook, tattooist!jungkook, F2L, fluff, smut, angst

“And even if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay – I’ll always be here for you.” ''

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like stars in a constellation - @taegills ♾️Ω ¶

''↬ meeting in reverse au

pairing: jeon jungkook | reader

genre: slight sci-fi, fluff, angst

word count: 20.9k

summary: And at midnight, as you sit there and contemplate how the two of you were like stars in a constellation, you watch the sky with bated breath. Because somehow, for the first time since you got caught up in all of this a year ago, it almost seems like the stars are finally spiraling backwards and time feels a little more still than ever before. And when you hear your name, you turn around so fast that the world stops spinning''

the universe of us. - @taesthetes ♾️Ω ¶

'' “I love you.” — “I know.”

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader | kim taehyung x reader genre: slight comedy, angst, fluff type: dream / fantasy / slice of life au word count: 21,112 words warnings: none''

tangled webs - @ughseoks ♾️Ω

''— pairing; spiderman!jungkook x reader

— genre/au; soulmate au / spiderman au / angst, fluff

— rating; pg15

— word count; 14.1k

— summary; Soulmates are tricky thing. Not everyone is lucky enough to have their destinies intertwined with their missing piece. Signs come in dreams for those fortunate souls; short bursts that are barely memorable when the sun rises. As for you? Flashes of red and blue are your only indicators to the identity of your other half.''

Hopping Mad for You - @readyplayerhobi ♾️☻

''; Rabbit Hybrid!Jungkook x Reader

; Genre: Fluff, smut

; Word Count: 9.7k

; Warnings: Unprotected sex, handjob, blowjob, virgin sex, virgin!Jungkook, pretty sub!Jungkook

; Synopsis: For two years you’ve lived with your rabbit hybrid roommate, Jungkook. He’s been a model roommate and you’ve found yourself with little complaints. But his behaviour lately has been a little…unusual.''

Devoted to Trouble - @jeonsweetpea ♾️Ω ☻ ☼

''Spider-Man!AU | Peter Parker!Jungkook x Reader

genre: fluff, smut, comedy, lil angst rating: explicit description: In which the whole world finds out Jungkook is Spider-Man, but he doesn’t care about anything but you. OR Can you survive seven days of Jungkook pining over you while his identity is exposed to the world? word count: 11.5k''

The Love Plaza - @mayolive-writes ♾️☻ ☼

''Pairing: Jungkook x AFAB Reader

Summary: Needing to take a break from the long trip to college, you and Jungkook are forced to stay at the only lodging available within 70 miles, a love motel. And much to Jungkook’s dismay, there’s only one bed.

Wordcount: 4102

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Smut, Best Friends to lovers, Oneshot(?)''

the underwear thief - @gukyi ♾️☻

''summary: jeon jungkook would like to make one thing very clear: it’s not his fault.

{neighbors!au}

pairing: jungkook x female reader word count: 10k genre: fluff, smut''

1999 - @tattookoo ♾️Ω ☻ ☼

''summary: the year was 1999. boybands were wearing all-white outfits, everybody wanted an ibook or a tamagotchi, tlc didn’t want no scrubs, fight club was playing in movie theaters and you became jeon jungkook’s fake girlfriend in order to fix his reputation. 

pairing: campus royalty!jungkook x f reader 

genre: one shot, 90s au, college au, hockey au, childhood neighbors to friends to idiots to lovers, fake dating, fluff, crack, angst, smut  rating: 18+ 

word count: 17.9k''

tuesdays - @axialitae ♾️Ω

''tldr. you believe your very reserved, reclusive roommate jungkook is a peculiar boy who’s far too concerned with how you spend your tuesdays.

💭 prompt. “i don’t owe you an explanation.”

🤍 pairing. jungkook x f.reader.

🐻‍❄️ genre. non-idol au. pure domestic fluff. tiny angst. roomies + kinda dumb-dumbs to luvrs.

☁️ word count. 12.1k''

Tamped - @chimoona ♾️Ω ☻ ☼

''Pairing: Shop Owner!Reader x Barista!Jungkook/Switch!Jungkook/Baby Boy!Koo, Reader x Dom!Yoongi (for, like, a second) Genre: Smut, Fluff, Humor, Slow Burn, Mild Angst/Jealousy | Barista AU Word Count: 19.7K Rating: M (18+) Summary: You and your business partner/best friend Jin have struggled to find good help to run your coffee shop. Employee after employee, it just never worked out. However, Jungkook is determined to impress and deliver. He wants this more than ever, and it always feels good to want something. To need, well, that’s even better.''

(Right) Hook, Line, and Sinker - @blog-name-idk ♾️☻ ☼

''Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Fem Reader

Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: Your horrible friends trick you into going to a haunted corn maze, where you inadvertently punch a zombie. Jungkook is, of course, in love.

Word Count: 12,353''

OT7

series:

The Return of an Empress - @you-are-my-joy ♾️Ω ☻ ☼¶

''Status: Completed

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Genre: Isekai, Angst, Romance, Fluff, Smut

Characters: Empress!Reader, Advisor!Jin, Advisor!Yoongi, General!Hoseok, Advisor!Namjoon, Assassin!Jimin, Knight!Taehyung, Knight!Jungkook

Summary: After one fateful night, you find yourself transmigrated into your favorite novel as the Empress that shares the same name as you. As a bookworm, most would think you’d be happy, but how could you be happy when the Empress you’ve become is expected to be killed in three months. The only thing on your mind now is to learn how to survive.

Warning: May contain depictions of violence and mentions of abuse throughout the story.

Total Word Count: 280,808''

mother knows best - @seokth ♾️☼ ¶

''pairing | ot7 x female reader (platonic), ot7 moms & female reader

summary | being the only woman in a friend group with seven men automatically makes you the love interest in seven mothers’ wistful romantic stories. though your relationship with the guys remains completely platonic, the marriage fantasy their moms frequently project onto you and their sons has them coming up with all sorts of shenanigans to make you their daughter-in-law. mother knows best, you suppose.

warnings | overbearing moms, attempts at humor, platonic, slice of life au''

The Flower Path - @stellalunatmblr ♾️Ω ¶

''Genre/Tags: isekai (kinda?), bangtan x fem!reader, not poly, oc!bestfriend, surprise romantic pairings; rom-com (romance as a subplot), slow burn (the slowest of burns holy moly i cannot stress this enough), fluff, angst (will update tags along the way)

Status: Ongoing [HOLD]

Summary: What would you feel if you find yourself transported to the world of a cheesy web novel? Ecstatic, of course (well, among other things), except you’re stuck being the main character’s best friend slash sidekick. Fair enough, you don’t think you’re main character material anyway. Determined to get through your life that has changed all of a sudden, you try to keep yourself in the shadows of your “best friend.” Let’s just try to get through the last year of high school in peace. You thought it was gonna be easy – like a walk in a flower path– but the thing about walking that road is that there are bound to be thorns along the way.

Inspired by the web novel and manhwa: Inso’s Law''

operation: love letters - @ve1vetyoongi ♾️Ω ¶

 ''Sign up for the Love Calculator today to find your perfect match?

➤ YES | NO

♡ …L O A D I N G…Y O U R…M A T C H E S… ♡

♡ ⇢ pairing: ot7 x reader.

♡ ⇢ wordcount: est 30k total.

♡ ⇢ genre: mystery, college!au, romance, fluff, eventual smut.

♡ ⇢ summary: When every student on campus is going crazy about a survey that claims to make true love bloom, your best friend manages to convince you to join in on the fun — except you’re disappointed to find out that your results just seem to be lost causes. That is until a love letter from a mysterious secret admirer turns up and you find yourself on a mission to find the person behind the pen — but you quickly realise it’s going to be a lot harder than you initially thought when you have 7 possible bachelors to investigate, right? Operation: Love Letters a-go!''

The Galaxy Above Us - @agustdakasuga ♾️Ω

''Genre: Gods!AU, Fantasy, Romance, Fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Normal!Reader, God of Wisdom!Namjoon, God of Life!Seokjin, God of the Moon!Yoongi, God of Festivity!Hoseok, God of the Sun!Jimin, God of Nature!Taehyung, God of Arts!Jungkook

Summary: Just when you thought that you life was at its end, you were ready to disappear but a door appears in front of you. Above you was the milky way and awaiting you were the celestial beings that waited their whole lives for you. To show the galaxy that was made for you.''

Everything Falls (Into Place) - @blog-name-idk ♾️☻ ☼

''Pairing: OT7 x Fem Reader

Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: Your new roommates are unbearably nice and unbearably hot. Good thing you're an adult who is fully capable of platonic friendships with the opposite sex, right?

Word Count: 90,211

Rating: 18+''

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until the last star falls - @minniepetals ♾️Ω ¶

''— summary: it was a love you knew would never make it out alive without sacrificing a part of your happiness to receive a greater happiness. but for them, you’d go to any extreme to have them again, and for you, they will always remind you each day that you are theirs and that nothing can tear you apart, not even until the last star falls.

— pairing: underworld lords!bts × shield!reader

— genre: fluff, angst / reincarnation!au / poly!au / gods!au

— word count: 44.4k ”

Spooked - @alpacaparkaseok ♾️☼

''Pairing:best friend!BTS, maybe some secret crushes going on? 👀

Premise: You + all 7 members of BTS visiting a haunted house. What could go wrong?

So, so much.

Word Count: 4k''

The Bangtan Gal Masterlist

Author's Note: Hey! I wrote this story back in 2016 on some fanfic websites and am bringing it back as I edit the chapters. I wanted to put my perspective and imagination on what if BTS had a black girl in their group from America. This'll be a long story starting from their debut so enjoy the ride!

I have so many chapters already written. I had stopped in the story around late 2016 before the MAMA Awards. As I wrote this story over the years I wanted this character to be relatable and grow as a performer as well as go through hardships. It'll be a slow start but it will get better as the chapters go on, I hope you give it a chance.

This will mainly start with friendship. Not just the character and the love interest. I didn't want to rush things and I tried my best to add a lot of bonding and cute moments. This is a SLOW BURN with my OC and Jungkook. The two will not become a couple until 2016.

I'm also on Wattpad and Archive of Our Own

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Profile Of Jennie

Chapter 1- The Foreign Trainee

Chapter 2- The Debut

Chapter 3- Rookie King Episode 1

Chapter 4- Rookie King Episode 2

Chapter 5- Rookie King Episode 3

Chapter 6- Rookie King Episode 4

Chapter 7- Rookie King Episode 5

Chapter 8- Rookie King Episode 6

Chapter 9- Rookie King Episode 7

Chapter 10- Rookie King Episode 8

Chapter 11- We're Proud of You

Chapter 12- They're My Family

Chapter 13- Boy In Luv

Chapter 14- Look Forward To White Day

Chapter 15- Going to SOPA

Chapter 16- Spending White Day With BTS

Chapter 17- Just One Day

Chapter 18- American Hustle Life Episode 1

Chapter 19- American Hustle Life Episode 2

Chapter 20- American Hustle Life Episode 3 (Yoongi Fluff & Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 21- American Hustle Life Episode 4 (Yoongi Fluff!)

Chapter 22- American Hustle Life Episode 5

Chapter 23- American Hustle Life Episode 6

Chapter 24- American Hustle Life Episode 7

Chapter 25- I Found It In Big Hit

Chapter 26- BTS China Job

Chapter 27- KCON 2014

Chapter 28- American Hustle Life Episode 8

Chapter 29- Personal Trainer? (Jungkook fluff at the end!)

Chapter 30- War of Hormone (Major Jungkook fluff! One of my favs)

Chapter 31- You Are Special (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 32- You're Easy To Mess With

Chapter 33- Mama Awards 2014 (Jungkook fluff and jealous Jungkook!)

Chapter 34- Let's Name It Iron Man (Namjoon fluff and Jungkook fluff)

Chapter 35- BTS Now

Chapter 36- My Ideal Type

Chapter 37- Running Man (Major Jungkook fluff! One of my favs!)

Chapter 38- I'm Lacking

Chapter 39- How Much You're Loved

Chapter 40- I Need U (Major Jungkook Fluff and Suga Fluff!)

Chapter 41- And What If I Don't? (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 42- BTS Now 2

Chapter 43- Our First Win

Chapter 44- He's Smitten (Major Jungkook Fluff & Bam Bam Fluff One of my favs!)

Chapter 45- BTS in Kota Kinabalu

Chapter 46- BTS Festa

Chapter 47- Two Different Pages (RM Fluff and Jungkook Fluff!)

Chapter 48- Don't Steal The Beef!

Chapter 49- Distressed (Jungkook Fluff!)

Chapter 50- Payback (Jungkook Fluff!)

Chapter 51- Dope

Chapter 52- One Person Won't Ruin This

Chapter 53- I Think I Love Her

Chapter 54- Rekindle (MAJOR Jungkook fluff and one of my FAVS!)

Chapter 55- BTS Run Episodes 1-3

Chapter 56- BTS GAYO Track 1 & 2

Chapter 57- Tension Escalator (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 58- Fan Sign (some angst but ends in fluff!)

Chapter 59- ISAC 2015 Chuseok Special (one of my favs!)

Chapter 60- Running Man: The Golden Duo (MAJOR Jungkook fluff + suggestive)

Chapter 61- Tense (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 62- Protection Squad (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 63- RUN (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 64- Sweet 18

Chapter 65- Karma (Fight! Flawless Victory!)

Chapter 66- BTS GAYO Tracks 3-9

Chapter 67- BTS RUN Episodes 4-9

Chapter 68- Under The Mistletoe (Jungkook fluff! Kiss!)

Chapter 69- GAYO Daechukje & GAYO Daejejun (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 70- Jungkook's Confession (Self Explanatory! MAJOR Jungkook fluff! Almost there! My fav!!)

Chapter 71- You Are In Your Feelings

Chapter 72- You Were Worth The Wait (Start of JenKook!)

Chapter 73- It's About Time

Chapter 74- King of Masked Singer

Chapter 75- Ejected

Chapter 76- White Day (Big Jungkook Fluff!)

Chapter 77- Fire

Chapter 78- Prom (Big Jungkook fluff and smol Jungkook Smut)

Chapter 79- Meeting Shawn Mendes

Chapter 80- Taking Things A Little Further (Jungkook fluff)

Chapter 81- BTS Festa 2016

Chapter 82- K-Con 2016

Chapter 83- I Need You On This

Chapter 84- BTS Bon Voyage Season 1 (Big Jungkook fluff)

Chapter 85- BTS In Dubai

Chapter 86- WINGS 8 (Jungkook fluff)

Chapter 87- Wild N Out (One of my favs!)

Chapter 88- This Is Not A Drill!

Chapter 89- Blood, Sweat, & Tears

Chapter 90- Idol Parents? (Big JK Fluff)

Chapter 91- Tub Big Enough For Two (Big JK Fluff! One of my favs!)

Chapter 92- Thank You (Big Jungkook Fluff! One of my favs!)

Chapter 93- Our First Time (Big Jungkook Fluff + Smut)

The Bangtan Gal Masterlist PART 2

jimin and taehyung are only two months apart but jimin sounds like hes 12 and taehyung sounds like he’s gone through puberty twice and this is why i have trust issues 

Introductory touches

summary; Vips only have privileges when they have the money to back up anything they want. With his eyes on you in the club, he wanted more than your presence around him that night.

Idol namjoon au! Foreigner reader!

Paring: Namjoon x F.reader!

wc: 3k

WARNINGS: pwp, Manipulation, seductive namjoon, perverted namjoon, namjoons 29, slight non-con, naive reader, namjoon takes advantage of you, fingering, the reader is sensitive, public sex, rough sex, marking, dom joon, restriction, readers a bit of a flirt, oral, deep throat, wall sex, door sex, standing sex, kissing, big dick, small cunt, lots of baby, praise kink

Hands holding the neck of the glass, as one of his associates pours him another glass. Watching the same person turn his head away to drink, he swirls the wine glass.

"You seem to be relaxed?" He assumed, the same guy nodding as he fixes his position in the chair in front. turning his head, he looks out the one way to see glass and watches as the club becomes packed by the minute. Swirling the school again, some drips on the floor, and the guy he talked to a few seconds ago rushed to not only get a napkin but more as he politely excuses himself to leave. With namjoons head watching him, he looks around the room at the other idols he was roomed with. Itching the back of his neck and then rubbing the front of it, he slouched in the black leather sofa chair.

"Feels like another fan meet and greet, just the higher class this time" he sighs, lips touching the glass as he tilts his head back to drink some. Following he placed the cup down on the mat. looking back, his stomach growled slightly. Looking at the box of black masks, he takes on and places the strings around his ear.

With his dark brown hair coving the front of his face, he fixed the back of his mullet as he began walking to the glass door. Opening it, his hands made sure to close it behind as he quietly walked to the back of the club in his black entire. Avoiding looks and a few drunk people, he walks to the food counter. Taking out his wallet, he points to the lowest calorie item; sweet bread.

"2,000 won," the man said, as namjoon takes out that much. watching as the man went to the back to grab his item. Walking up to the counter, he watched you reach in your bag before playing it off as he was looking behind you. still "looking behind you" you grabbed your id, one that looked foreign to the Korean one he knew. Bitting his cheek, he eyes your body up and down before walking towards you.

"I'd suggest the bread, it's filled with sweet red bean paste," he told, making a light convo. Thanking him, you stayed still trying to make it seem as if you didn't recognize the familiar voice. Tensing yourself, he caught it as towered behind you.

"Don't get me caught, relax" he whispered leaning down to your ear, hand gently pressing on your lower back. Flustered, your heart began to beat quicker as his hand wrapped around your waist. Feeling his hands on your simple velvet black dress wasn't something you expected from tonight, but it was something that intrigued the want to see where it would lead.

"follow me" he instructs, clenching his jaw a bit. walking beside you, he held onto your hip closely as if you were a shield from unfamiliar faces and those who could recognize him. Once getting back to the vip area, he let go of your hip to open the door for himself and you grabbed it after him to let yourself in. confused, you looked around the room to see other idols and their small groups in the room.

Placing his arm back down to your waist, he walked the two of you out the main area to a more private area. "What about your bread?" You asked quietly, his body more focused on walking to a booth in ye back.

"They'll bring it here when it's done," he told, tone a bit flat due to his focus somewhere else. Clutching hour bag, the two of you sat on this circular red and black leather couch that was hidden behind a wall border. Taking off his mask, he smiles brightly.

"So I'll be needing this," he says, looking at your id card and the basic info of nationality, race, age . Giving it back, he smiled again in shyness as you slid ur card into ur purse.

"Surprised you didn't put up a fight," he chuckled, leaning on the sofas back and smiling wide showing his pearl white teeth.

"Namjoon, why would fight you. Should I be worried?" You asked, namjoon realizing how naive you were in the process.

"No, just a question is all," he told, leaning up as the guy brought his bread and his glass from the main room. Thanking him, he took a sip of his wine and looked back at you. "Besides, I'm still man regardless of what's known of me publicly" he continues to say. knowing he's right, you sigh and close your eyes. Watching you, he softly rubs your bare thigh. With your eyes slightly buckling, he stops and pours you a drink.

"Here drink something, I can't be the only one drinking," he mumbles, as your eyes open to the glass being to your lips. looking at him, he nods as you softly tilt your head back and pour some of the beverage into your mouth. Smirking, he realized how to receive you and knew how easy it could be to take it to the places he wanted to go.

"Good girl" he whispered under his breath before placing ur glass down. Smiling devilishly, he moved on closer twisting his body as his hands rubbed your inner thigh. allowing him, he moved up under ur black dress and stopped. not feeling your body clutch on him he continued moving up to ur panties he rubbed them feeling a slight wet spot.

"You seem to find something arousing, your panties have a spotted baby," he tells, pushing the fabric away from your crotch to feel the wetness of your cunt with his fingers. Rubbing it a bit, your breath hitched and your eyes closed from the sudden feeling. "Cat's got ur tongue hm," he teased his thumb around the bud as moved his two fingers up and down. With a soft moan escaping he stopped and fixed ur panties.

"Tell me what's making you feel aroused baby" he repeats, rubbing your upper thigh as your eyes open and body flushes a bit.

"Y-you" you stutter, his hands stopping in his tracks as he looks you softly in your eyes. Looking into his, you see his dark-colored eyes and the slight smirk he was trying to hide but his dimple made it clear he was.

"Say my name, I wanna hear it from that pretty mouth of yours." He says, leaning to kiss your neck a bit as you moan softly in response. "Say it, darling. Say it as you moan, I wanna hear it badly" he informs, lips arched to your neck as his mind thinks darker by the minute. Not hearing it, he moves his hand back to your panties and begins pulling them down to your knees.

"Now you put up a fight hm, well I'll gladly take that challenge baby. After all, money can't buy everything, but my frustration will" he warns, taking to fingers and rubbing your clit slowly. Moaning, you look at him with slight puppy eyes before his lips went to yours and yours accepted his with urgency. Kissing deeply, he moved his fingers to circle your cunt before sliding them slowly in.

Pumping them, your mouth escaped the kiss and went to his ear. Biting his lip, he heard your slight whimpering and waited to see what you would do next before planning anything else. "Namjoon, please~" you moaned, his body aroused at his name being called in a manner like this.

"Anything that'll make you cum" he deeply whispers, watching your legs quiver in pleasure as a hand of yours grips his thigh. Not adding or taking anything away from his hand penetration, he watched your chest rise and fall as you contained your moans with a hand over your mouth.

"That's good, you're making my hand nice and wet. Feels good huh?" He asked, biting his lip his eyes focused on the glistening Clear arousal fluid on his hands.

"Namjoon~" you whined, your face pushing into his neck as he took the opportunity to try and lift you into his lap. While your dress slides over your ass, your damp panties moved back to your crotch. Looking down at him, he looked up with a smirking smile as his hands went to your ass. Moving his hands between the fabric ro grip your ass.

"how about we go somewhere a bit less revealing?" He asks, looking up into your eyes. Nodding, he helps you up and slides ur panties off in the process keeping them in his palm. Grabbing your purse for you, he wraps his hand around your waist and walks a bit down to a door labeled 'mantince'

"I'd take you somewhere nicer, but as we booth know I don't drive and it's to risky walking out that front door tonight. That's if you don't mind fucking in the maintenance room?" He informed, the question lingering your head astou questioned his motives slightly.

"It's understandable, however, your number has been on my phone by the end and maybe we can go somewhere nicer one day. Well unless that's what's you've promised a line of girls" you joked, hands going to turn the sliver nob of the door as it turns open. Itching the back of his head, he wondered how much he was begging indirectly t get that response. Either way, he follows you in and moved his hand on the wall for the lights.

With a flip, a dim light comes on and the room is illuminated enough to do basic sexual activities or the ones sustainable enough to do continually. Placing your panties in his back pocket, he hangs ur purse on the hood behind the door as you take off your heels and place the somewhere remember.

Grabbing your waist, he turns and pulls you in for another kiss of the night as his hands unbuckle himself. Taking your hand in his, he placed your palm on his erection as you slid your hands out of his and into his boxers. Taking his of his length, you weren't shocked by his sizes due to talks and media coverage of his crotch. However, he was much thicker than you thought it'd be.

"Put your mouth on it, baby, id love to feel this same tension there too," he told in the kiss as your mouth pulls away from yours. jerking his length a bit, you looked deeply into his eyes and licked your lips. With nothing but an eye raise, he immediately moved your body against th door behind up and began taking off your dress and throwing your bra somewhere.

"do that shit again, it's hot," he told, taking his lower half off. Watching, your eyes looked at his standing member and bit your lip in anticipation. Taking your wrists, he crossed them over and held them in one hand as his lips went lower to kiss from under your breast to your ear. With each kiss, he made sure to leave a red mark on the end as he went back down.

Removing his hands from your wrists, he softly kneeled on the concrete floors and placed his tongue at where he assumed your clit would be, before licking around and finding the swollen bud in circles. Licking, he closed his eyes and listened to your moans as you griped and toyed with his hair in pleasure. His tongue simply strokes your bud, up and down ending in a circle be freed pulled off, and put your leg down.

While he stood up, you kneeled and took him by surprise by sucking his tip lightly. Moving your hair out the way, his palm pushed your head to face up as he moved it up and down his cock.

"Let it run down your body, just keep your mouth open" he instructed, your tongue going out as you let the saliva run down your mouth as you watched it cover his cock.

"Good girl, you're taking it well," he says, mouth opening a bit as if wanting to moan aloud. Taking both his hands he holds your head still and begins moving his cock deeper down your throat. Watching you clench your face, he purposely makes you gag on him as he pulls out. Pushing his cock all the way in again, he makes you gag and holds it down as he tuned hi ears to the sound of him choking on his cock.

"Fuck yeah" he groans, pushing your head on him before you hit his tight to pull out. Pulling out, you choke and he helps you up to pat your back. turning you so your back is facing him, he places his cock between your thighs and tease his cock by the entrance.

"Fuck you think you can take me, baby girl?" He asked, folding his arms behind your back as he softly slips the tip in. Moaning, you nod as two fingers of his enter your mouth as he begins trusting a slow speed. Before pushing your chest agent the door, a hand went to your breast as the other occupied your mouth.

"You look so pretty baby, that's right droll down my hands like a good slut" he moaned in pleasure, cock going deeper. With tears rolling down your eyes, your body lets out wetness from your thighs a feeling new to you. Liking the surprise, he moves both hands to your hips to hear you moan freely.

"Namjoon, you're really~ ah" you moaned loudly, buckling your thighs as he goes faster.

"Keep moaning it, I can't hear my name repeatedly," he told, cock getting excited to be in something so wet and tight. A feeling so amazing, it could bat any minute without a single sign of caution.

With your moans focused on his name, your legs began shaking from the intense pleasure. His cock was deep a place you've never had anyone reach and get you faded like this. A feeling that made you see spots feel like air, and most importantly had your body pulsing and edging an orgasm.

"Close~" you moaned, namjoons hips not giving out or stopping any soon as he too was faded in utter pleasure. His muscles were tensing and his cock was pulsing. All signs he was close to cumming.

"Fuck, cum baby, do it"

"Cream my cock baby"

"Make my body feel good like that"

"Take all of it"

"Wet it, take it, just fuck" he let his mind speak, your eyes rolling back as you took each sentence to heart. Your pussy, clenched big time on him a feeling of release as you screamed his name in compete for bliss. Meanwhile for him dirty thoughts slipped his mind from his tongue as he jerked his hips roughly into you.

"Fuck me"

"Your pussy is gonna make me cum"

"Keep cuming you fucking whore"

"This pussy is making me wanna cum so bad baby, you don't understand"

"I'd get you pregnant right now, it feels too good"

"I wanna see your mouth filled with my white dripping cum and for it to rubbed around your cunt as well" he moaned in complete pleasure before pulling out.

"Fuck yes I'm cumming" he tells, his body pushing himself closer to yours to lean and bury his fan ce into the back of your neck. Cumming around your entrance, he took his tip to push some of his cum in you before he pushed itself back in for a few more light thrusts. Pulling out, you immediately get on your knees and suck the rest of his cum from his to, licking the pre-existing cum off as you take the whole once and jerk the of his cum onto your tongue.

Breathing heavily he says "your number is more than mine, I'll make sure to call later tonight. I maybe flirt, but I'm not a player."

Watching you swallow, helps you up and you bring him into a kiss once again. But this time it's slow and breathy, as the both of you feel defeated and tired and that's when he popped the question "sleepover, I'll call a cab and we can sneak out the back. I think" nodding, he went back into the sloppy kiss once again .

the art of craving pt.1

It's easy to feel like you're floating on the clouds when you're near them, it's easy to have them right under your grasp and feel as if they are yours, but why does it feel as if the more you crave them, the more it all seems to fall down?

alternatively, you're a fluffer, irrevocably in love with the seven you work with and it's hard to navigate through your feelings when your hearts are fluttering messes in the presence of each other.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. porn industry workers!ot7 x f!reader (side f!oc x reader)

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. smut, fluff, angst (not really), f2l | fluffer!au | pornstar!au | unrequited love!au | mutual pining!au.

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 18+ (mature)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 5.2k :(

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. dom!bts | sub!reader | misunderstandings | pining | lesbian content (reader is bisexual) | chapter specific: slight handjob | cum swallowing | deep throating | dom!taejin | cunnilingus (fxf) | kissing | sexual tension | masturbation (m receiving) | slight cum play. i think thats all.

𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬. thank you dee @sugakookitty a bunch for this amazing banner and sorry for all the trouble you went through! :( and my lovely pauli @kookstempo who managed to read all this shit and provide some real good feedback :O thanks my love <333

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. im sorry for putting this up so late, i have a blithering headache and want to die. thank you so much for all your support, ily guys :(( hope you enjoy, im pretty nervous since this is not what i uploaded back then but any feedback or comments are appreciated <3 comment or send an ask to be added to the taglist!

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"Cut! Stop filming right now." Namjoon's voice echoed in the studio, making everyone freeze in their spots. The lights were switched off, the film was paused, and breaths hitched, waiting for the next words of the director.

Namjoon was a perfectionist, known to be one of the strictest directors in his line of work. On set, he was a force to be reckoned with, leaving everyone grumpy with how commandeering he could be. It was maybe how the actor’s face had been angled, or how the squelchy sounds of sex appeased his ears, or that one time when the male actor had been way too soft for his liking- he wanted things to go his way, and his way demanded the utmost precision. 

It was a shock to him when the three of his best stars’ performances were sub-par. 

Misha, the female porn star, had her jaw unhinged, saliva falling from her mouth, black lines of mascara dripping down her face from when she had strained her mouth to take in Taehyung's cock; while Jin, who was pounding her from behind stopped, retreating his hands from her hips, both men slowly pulling out as carefully as they could.

The slick sound that accompanied it was uncomfortable, but it was nothing the people on the set hadn't experienced. The actors slowly moved away from each other's sweaty and cum-covered bodies, waiting just like the others in the studio.

Hoseok and Yoongi were quick on their feet, rushing to hand very expensive silk robes and chilled waters to each of the cast, dabbing their faces with fresh towels. It was important to make sure they looked fresh for each cut, but not enough for it to be evident to the consumer that they did in fact cut the scene in the middle.

Namjoon stepped forward from his position behind the camera, Jungkook trailing behind quickly with a hardboard in his hands, struggling to keep all the papers in his grasp.

Namjoon’s aura was terrifying, especially to Jungkook who was anxious about everything related to said man. It’s as if Namjoon was the devil, controlling all the people in the room like pawns, but Namjoon didn’t think that way. He thought he just paid extra attention to detail, and sure, sometimes he did become angry but he expected everyone to meet standards, his standards.

The director pushed his glasses up with a strained look on his face, jaw clenching every second as he struggled to keep his calm. It was the thought about how imperfect the scene had been that left Namjoon in a fit of pique. He wasn't having a good day today, and to have to experience such a lackluster performance from the team dampened his mood further.

"This is a mess." He stated as soon as he got close enough to the three actors, taking in their tired forms with his equally dull eyes.

"Why? I thought everything was fine?" Misha started after handing her empty bottle to Yoongi, stepping forward with the robe loosely tied around her bare skin.

She looked ethereal without a doubt. Even with fresh streaks of black on her face, her face exuded sensuality, and her body was curved in just the right places for her to garner a relatively large base of loyal fans who were charmed by the way she could get them aroused with just a flutter of her eyes. 

"Wait. Someone get ___ from upstairs first." He declared to no one in particular, but the job would be done soon. He had the power, and he knew it. He smirked when he heard thudding on the stairs. The set was quiet enough for him to listen to the labored breathing of the unfortunate man racing to get to the first floor. No one disobeyed Namjoon.

"I'll be there in two minutes!" Your sweet voice called out from the floor above, making the men in the studio anticipate your arrival, shivers spreading down their spines.

"Okay, first of all, you guys are doing a girlfriend-boyfriend roleplay. It’s supposed to be romantic, just a little bit lovey-dovey, yeah? And you guys look like you’re having a one-night stand.” Namjoon sighed. 

“Wait- but- the people said they wanted rougher stuff. Go check the comments on Tanhub.” Taehyung countered with an exasperated look on his face.

“I know, and that shooting is scheduled for next week,” And Taehyung shut his mouth. “Anyways, Misha, you look disinterested, and your moaning sounds very forced; genuinely enjoy it, yeah? And you guys look like you are hammering a rabbit with your dicks." Namjoon turned to look at Misha's fucked out face and then at the two men who looked disgusted at the director's comment.

"Tell me that when you don't have a dick as big as Taehyung's down your throat. It's not even my fault, my throat wasn't warmed up properly, and I'm just not in the mood." She grumbled in reply, crossing her arms over her chest. 

"Alright, we will do something about that. Is Misha's fluffer on set?" A trembling Jungkook stepped forward from the shadows, cowering under his boss's gaze. He immediately shuffled through the schedule papers in his hands, coming up with nothing, and then he saw you skipping down the stairs.

His gaze was stuck on your form, wearing the shortest pair of shorts he had ever seen on anybody, your ass cheeks falling out and jiggling deliciously with every step you took their way. You hadn't gone easy on them with your crop top either. The cut dipped down all the way from your collarbone, showing off your sternum. The sides of your supple breasts were visible for their eyes to feast on, and boy did they appreciate the sight.

"You called me Mr. Kim?" You chirped, looking over all the people on the floor before your gaze landed on the tallest man in the room.

"Hi Princess, Misha's fluffer didn't come in today?" He smiled, and your heart fluttered. 

"No. Jihoon did, but he left a while back because there was an emergency. He told me to tell you, but since you were in your element, I didn't."

Namjoon’s thick lips parted in a sigh, his hand going to ruffle his hair in exasperation.

"Okay, we will figure something out for Misha; how about you go help Jin and Taehyung till then? We'll resume after a break, everyone be back in 20."

"Alright! Let’s go!" You chirped with a grin, happy to spend time with some of your favorite people. Said men were quick to grab each of your hands, rushing you to one of the empty corners of the studio, covered with flimsy curtains, where they could have their privacy with you.

Though their jobs required them to be exposed in front of the camera, showing off all their assets, they still preferred to keep something to cover themselves up. it definitely worked in their favor when you would trail your hands over their muscular thighs, lightly scratching with your fingertips to keep them worked up.

That being said, they didn't need you to ‘fluff’ them up; your presence was enough to have them turned on for days, but there was something in the way you looked at them, touched them with the lightest yet most sinful hands that made them groan in pleasure and want more, more even after fucking a woman just moments before.

It was something you did, or rather you that had them weak in their knees.

"Hi Tae, Jin! How have you guys been?" You smiled.

Their breaths quickened when they saw you drop to the floor and tie your hair up in a ponytail, your top riding up even further and revealing the tattoo under your breasts to them.

It was a simple flower vine, the blank ink spread from your sideboob all the way under the curve, but to this day, being able to see so much of you felt like a dream despite having known you for two years now.

It certainly had an effect on them, one which you were not oblivious to. You knew them enough to understand when they were really enjoying themselves and when they weren't. Their moans from before left a sour taste in your mouth- they weren't authentic or the low, deep groans you had the pleasure of hearing every once in a while. They were forced and intermittent, and you knew it was time to change into your sexiest, most revealing clothes to make them shift in their seats.

It was the moment you had been waiting for a long time.

"Hi, ___," Taehyung mumbled, his fiery gaze fixed on you.

Having you here right now, in such a compromising position, in front of their chairs, was a bad mistake. Your job was to keep them hard during breaks but it didn't help that they had had a crush on you since the moment they saw you walking down the set timidly on your first day as a fluffer.

Though it was probably them who spent the most time with you, this intimately, this passionately. And hearing the boys whine every second of the day about their lack of you only made them grateful for the few moments you spent with them on workdays. 

And it’s not like the others understood how it took all they had in them not to bust a nut; although they longed to cover your tits with their seed, they would have to wait for another day to indulge in such possessions. It was another level of self-control that they had edged themselves for hours to get to.

"Can I touch you now?" You gazed at them with longing eyes, and they were immediately nodding their heads.

"Thank you."

You dipped your hands under their robes, getting a feel of their calves and then their muscular thighs, not too fast, caressing the soft yet tense skin with a grin on your face. You didn't have it in you to look them in their eyes, you knew it would make you want to submit under their dominant gazes, so you kept your eyes fixed on your hands.

With a shaky breath, you begin to inch them up, teasing them. Their hearts began palpitating in their chests the more you got closer to their cocks. They knew what you were doing, they had played the game with you every time. But after a very uneventful work day, they were horny, patience wearing off every second.

"I suggest you stop teasing, baby. Don't make me get Jimin over here." Jin clicked his tongue in annoyance.

You shifted on your knees. It was your job to tease them. To keep them ready, not enough for them to cum. Jimin, your supervisor, had told you to do the same. How could you disobey his direct orders?

"Your job is to tease, ___, not to make them orgasm. Make them crave you. Use your mouth or your hands, it doesn't matter; as long as they stay hard enough to continue, you get paid." He had told you at the time of your job briefing, grazing his fingers over his thighs, which you couldn't help but gawk at.

You didn't understand what bringing Jimin here could do except for making your day even better. You imagined he would, in fact, just sit there and monitor you with hooded eyes, his legs spread wide enough for you to be able to steal a glance at his erection.

But you were sure it was just your horny mind speaking.

So you ignored their words, feeling your breath start to quicken, lust coursing through your veins from how excited you were to disobey them. It was the thrill of breaking the rules that made blood rush all over your body. They couldn't punish you even if you wanted them to, it was all a part of a job- your job as their fluffer, as much as you hated to admit it.

You rub your palms over them with a feathery touch, wanting to make them wait for you. It was a sight to behold- the two twitching in their seats, and moaning for you. Their cocks were still covered by the silk robe, enticing you to touch them and lick them. Though you could see the outline clearly, it didn't satisfy the hunger in your throat, it never did, so you removed it.

And the sight would always leave you dumbstruck.

Taehyung's was, by far, the longest cock you had ever seen and tasted. His thick cock that twitched under your eager eyes, laid on his abs, long fingers rubbing his chin as if he was deep in thought. He was almost easily seven inches long, and you always commended anyone who had the power to manage an entire shoot with him.

Jin, on the flip side, was equally impressive, if not more. Though his length was maybe an inch shorter than Taehyung's, his girth made up for it. You were sure of the pleasurable burn it would provide when it split open a pussy, massaging the walls like no one else could. His thrusts were harsh and powerful too, thanks to his impeccable hips, and you never understood how one can be so perfect.

As you continued practically gawking over them, your cunt heating in your panties, it was Jin whose resolve finally broke and he grabbed your hand that was fisted in his robe and pulled you towards him in a swift motion. Your knees scraped against the ground uncomfortably, but that was the least of your worries when you saw the need in Jin's eyes.

You gazed at him with startled eyes, your mouth itching to ask if you did something wrong. Jin had his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, his leaking slit smearing his precum all over your reddened lips. You could taste a mixture of Misha's sweet pussy juices and his cum on your tongue, and that ignited a fire in your veins.

"Sweetie, put your mouth over his cock right now; you do not want to disobey us," Taehyung growled under his breath, his hands moving to undo his robe and grasp his cock tightly.

“But what about you?” You asked.

“Don’t worry about me, ___; you have no idea about the effect you have on me." His stare pierced into your eyes as he spoke. 

You flushed but complied immediately, parting your lips and taking him in your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks just the right amount as you take him in. All nervousness left your body the second you felt the weight of his cock on your tongue, it felt like it belonged there, heavy and warm. His cock was long enough to hit the back of your throat easily and thick enough to make your jaw throb with pain increasingly every second, but it was all a part of your wonderful job.

"You look so pretty with your lips around my cock." Jin let out a pleasurable sigh at the feeling, your nails digging into his thighs at the praise, your tongue swirling around his tip, and he let his head fall back. Your eyes were closed due to the strain, but every sharp inhale and moan and sigh you heard was a reward, and you clenched your empty hole, wanting nothing more for him to fuck you.

With a pop, you removed your mouth from his cock, taking in deep breaths. You looked up at him only to see him staring down at you with lust-lidded eyes, his breathing heavy like yours. You were taken aback when his hand moved to grip yours, long fingers interlocking with yours and wrapping them around his thick cock and stroking it, sticky sounds amplifying in your ear. 

You struggled to keep your eyes on his, feeling bashful under his stare, so you wrapped your lips around his tip again, licking his tip and coating it with your saliva. With his chest reverberating in a deep groan, you felt your panties starting to stick to your core uncomfortably. You gasped when his hand left yours, and you stopped yours too, wanting to ask him why. But you couldn’t when his hand pushed your head down on his cock in one go, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

"That's a good fucking girl. F-Fuck, baby, you feel so good!" He growled, the thrust of his hips starting to increase in pace, as you stopped bobbing your head up and down and let him take control of you. You gagged with every thrust when the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, bruising the flesh of your mouth, but you wanted it. 

With each thrust, you moaned around him, hearing him curse and groan above you. You were so lost in the intoxicating feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat; you couldn't make out when his length throbbed in your mouth or when his balls tightened, filling with his cum, or when he released the deepest growl you ever heard and spilled his hot cum in your mouth.

Jin knew he shouldn’t do it,knew it was bad, knew it would get him in trouble with Namjoon later. But seeing the girl of his dreams on her knees, sucking his cock with the warmest and most tempting mouth he had ever had the pleasure of fucking, was far too much for him to control, so maybe it was okay to let go, he decided. 

"Fuck, baby, so fucking good for us, gonna make you mine one day! Fuck!" He hummed under his breath. You couldn't hear him over the loud, slick noises of your drooling saliva and his cum, whimpering at the taste of his hot seed coating your tongue- sweet like honey with hints of citrus, a flavor you could easily get addicted to.

"Shit, baby, you're milking my cock! F-fuck!" He continued riding out his high, not caring that the shoot would have to be prolonged. You let him have it after weighing your options after the hazy feeling in your mind disappeared; the only thing you could do was wait for him to get hard again. He continued bobbing your head up and down, swallowing thickly at the sight of you looking fucked out and dizzy after just giving a blowjob.

Some cum dripped down from your mouth and on his shaft, and you darted your tongue out to lick it. Dragging the muscle as slowly as you could over his length, you gave it small kitten licks, rolling your tongue back into your mouth to taste him with your eyes shut closed. You sighed, finally feeling full and hearty.

A deep groan on your left side caught your attention. Taehyung was sitting with his legs spread wide in his chair, forehead glistening with sweat, and was busy rubbing his thumb over his slit that oozed precum, the sight inviting you to wrap your lips around his cock.

You were tempted to suck him dry the same way you had milked Seokjin, but you couldn’t make the same mistake again. It would be unprofessional of you to make him cum; it always had been to wind them up, but never to bring them relief. 

"Having fun here, aren’t we?" You turned your head, jumping in alarm at the presence of an all too familiar voice in your little corner, the curtains already back in their place.

Curse your weak heart for jumping up in a mix of emotions because of Jimin’s voice, both good and bad. 

There had never really been any set professional boundaries between you all, even from the day he had interviewed you for this job. It had always been a mixture of seductive looks from said men, shy glances from you, and sexual tension that was almost suffocating. Neither had the guts to finally make a move, but you couldn’t deny how your heart palpitated in your chest whenever you were in their presence.

You only hoped the feelings were reciprocated, and not just a result of lust. 

It probably affected Namjoon the most how you were always near, yet never seemed to be in his grasp. Still, he liked to maintain his distance from a professional stand, but he too was in the same predicament as you: down bad but scared. 

You couldn’t see the way Taehyung smirked at the fury in Namjoon’s eyes, who squeezed in next to Jimin in the tiny space, pushing down the small bit of empathy he felt for the man. 

“Tsk, is this what I hired you for, ___? Hmm?” Jimin’s condescending tone brought you back to earth and then punched you ten feet under.

You could feel the dread set in with every step your way, and a thousand scenarios ran in your head. Would you be fired, suspended, or worse, replaced? Someone else taking your position made you want to gag. The mere thought of it was bad enough, but what if it actually happened? 

They were right. You had one job, one, yet you couldn’t do it right. The self-hatred started before another word was uttered in the room and you could already feel your eyes burn with unshed tears and the tip of your nose become itchy, a telltale sign of what was to come. 

“You made Jin cum, didn’t you?” 

“Jimin, stop.” Namjoon finally spoke up, feeling the teasing atmosphere turn damp.

“I thought you would be better at this.” 

“Jimin, I said stop.” 

As if sensing the way you stopped moving and just turned your head downwards, covering your face using the length of your hair, with your hands having retreated to your sides as if touching any of them burnt your skin, Jin shoots a sharp glare in their direction. He fisted his hands, feeling worse by the minute, but not knowing what to do. Should he comfort you, rub your back, hope with everything in his being that you weren't actually upset at their teasing tone?

One, breathe in.

Five, hold it. 

Seven, control your emotions.

Nine, breathe out.

You did not know how much time passed by as you kept breathing in and out, but once you did regain a grip on yourself, you got up from your knees, ignoring the way your muscles shouted in protest. You didn’t hear them gasp at the way your form trembled for a second, both in fear and embarrassment, before stilling. 

“I’m sorry Mr. Park, Mr. Kim, we got lost in the heat of the moment. It won’t happen again.” You looked them in the eye as you spoke.

But in all honesty, you didn’t know what you were apologizing for. Were you sorry you made Jin feel good, or that you somehow prolonged the shoot, or was it because it went against the terms of your job? You couldn’t pinpoint it but you felt slightly disappointed in yourself, yet you didn’t show it as much as you thought you would.

“Will you both be okay for the next 10 minutes like this? I’ll go to Misha.” You asked the two men who wore confusion on their faces.

You looked at them again, bowing lightly before making your way out of the stall the very next second, making your way to Misha’s usual place with shaky legs, the surge of confidence wearing down by the second.

After having been subjected to praises and sweet words of affection, this was a punch in the gut to say the least, and maybe that’s why you were overreacting. It’s really easy to cross the line from playful to not, and that was what happened.

“Oh, ___! Hey, I was looking for you. Misha was calling you, if you don’t mind?” Jeongguk rubbed the back of his neck nervously, shifting on his feet nervously. As if you could really say no to his adorable face.

“Yeah, I was just going there. Thanks for letting me know.” You patted his elbow lightly.

“Yeah…” He mumbled, dazed, as he watched you make your way to Misha. If heart eyes were a person, it would definitely be Jeon Jeongguk.

“___! My favorite girl.” Misha exclaimed as you made your way inside her ‘cabin’.

In reality, it was just a small broom closet, cleaned to perfection and decorated with neutral tones, with small pots of green scattered here and there in a futile attempt to brighten up the place. 

“Misha, hello.” You mumbled as you sat on the floor in front of her on your knees, lips parting in an inaudible wince at the feeling.

“Here, baby.” She removed a pillow from her side and put it below your knees, watching as you blushed slightly before moving closer to her.

“Not your baby.” You retorted, spreading her legs gently and pushing your head to the crevice between her thighs. Your nose met her clit, the woman above you letting out a small moan at the stimulation. Your hands gripped her thighs, rubbing small circles there with your thumbs.

“But you could be.” She chuffed, making you bite down on her clit lightly.

“Okay, okay! Slowly, baby, don’t go too hard, alright?” By now you knew that her tone was essentially a code word signifying her want to be worshiped, treated like a goddess, and taken time to properly arouse, love and lick.

The smell of her pussy was the sweetest candy you have ever tasted on a woman. You darted the tip of your tongue out, licking at her clit, slowly. Tasting her juices, watching as it elicited a soft sigh from her. It had been a long time since you ate her out, but she tasted the same as ever. You angled your head into her folds, nudging her legs further apart.

“Taste good?” She mumbled, her voice seductive and inviting, combing through your hair. An outsider may have just thought you two were lovers by the sheer passion of it all.

“Hmm. More.” You whimpered with your eyes closed, continuing to savor her at your own pace.

With shaky hands, you pried her thighs apart, gaining better access to her cunt. You immediately lapped at her clit, drawing ‘eights’ with the tip of your tongue before wrapping your mouth around it and sucking it into your mouth. A groan left her mouth, and you could feel her hand clench at her side before it came down to guide your tongue into her hole.

With need coursing through your veins, you thrust your tongue into her tight hole, still continuing with your slow pace. Her scent was stronger now; you almost felt drunk on it. 

You heard the door open, but you were too far gone into your actions that everything seemed to be a blur except for your desire to taste the woman. You could feel her motions on your hand stop and you whined. A beat of silence ensued before she was continuing with her tender motions and you were back to lazily licking at her wetness.

The same clicking sound was heard again and Misha placed her hand on your cheeks, moving your body upwards to her, placing your head in the crook of her neck as you shivered. She ignored your protests, cooing at the pout on your face before guiding you towards her lips. You lapped at them hungrily, like a woman starved of the simple pleasure of warmth.

Misha pulled you away from her far too quickly for your liking, caressing your cheeks and shushing you lightly. “Baby, baby, baby, what’s gotten into you today? You aren’t usually so placid. Tell me, I’ll make it better.” 

You ignored her, moving towards the dip of her chest, before shaking your head.

“___, tell me.” She spoke, a little more aggressive than you could have handled in your state of mind, 

“Don’t be mean.” You pouted.

“Then tell me what’s wrong.”

“I made Jin cum and I think Mr. Park is mad at me.” You whispered your worries to her.

“Oh, shit. Uh wow. Did he scold you or call you to his room after or… anything at all? Are you in trouble?”

“No, he didn’t, but his tone was like,” You struggled to find the right words. “When you make fun of me when you see me trip over the cables in the main room. I still don’t like it when you do that.” 

“And you think I’m mocking you when I do that?” Misha questioned, to which you nodded your head.

“Oh my god.” She whispered under her breath. “Silly girl, I don’t make fun of you when I say that. It’s adorable that you are clumsy sometimes. You look around with those terrified eyes of yours, when actually many of us already saw you trip.”

“Are you freaking kidding me? Everyone saw that? How am I gonna show my face to them now?” You threw your hands around, exasperated at the revelation. 

She chuckled before bringing your attention back to her. “See, you’re so cute. Now, back to what we were discussing. I wouldn’t be afraid if I were you, ___. Really, just trust me on this one.”

“But why? Gimme a reason at least!” 

“I’m older, I’ve seen the ways of the world more than you have, so shut your pretty mouth up and listen.” You immediately zipped your mouth, waiting patiently for her next words.

“Boys are icky but you do you, baby. If Mr. Park indeed got mad, and he confronts you or whatever, repeat the exact same words I’m gonna tell you, alright?” 

You nod, anticipation heavy in your eyes.

“Tell him to go suck his own dick and hope he chokes on his cum.” 

A terrified gasp and maniacal laugh were heard simultaneously in the room.

“Misha! Are you crazy? Is this your villain arc or something? I’d get fired in an instant.” 

“Hey, babe, you never know what that sneaky little shit is into, okay? I’m just very inclusive to all tastes and preferences.” She had the audacity to wink at you.

“Yeah, Misha, no. As much as I love you, you’re fucking crazy.” 

“Aww, you love me? I’m a pile of mush now, save me!” She squished your cheeks in her hand, pecking the skin peaking out softly.

“Misha- oh,” You heard Yoongi’s voice in the room, dying down towards the end. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb the two of you.” His tone turned gruff at the end.

“Nah, it’s cool. I was just about to come out anyway.” She shot you a cheeky smile and helped you get up from your frozen state, pushing you down on the sofa before walking out with Yoongi on her tail.

“See you later, babe.” 

…

“Jimin, what the actual fuck did you do? Did you have to be so condescending?”

“I wasn’t trying to! It just came out like fucking word vomit!” Jimin grumbled, holding his head in his hands like a man defeated.

“Well, thank you for messing everything up. How do you suppose we rectify this, you brat?” Jin scoffed, fighting the urge to snap.

“I don’t know. I really don’t.” 

“Now, you morons, I will be calling in for a favor and y’all better be grateful that our girl doesn’t slip from our hands before we have even treated her right.” 

“What are you going on about?” Namjoon mumbled, rolling his eyes at another one of Jin’s stupid schemes. 

“You’ll see.”

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🐥 hybrid                                 ❤️‍🩹 angst                   🌹 soulmate

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𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬

✿𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: OT7 x Plus Size! Reader

✿ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: "What was so outrageous about someone like you, you asked yourself and the universe. You had tried your best to compensate for any shortcomings with everything else that was expected of you: femininity, understanding, a sense of humor. Never enough, those were never even the first thing that came to mind when people thought of you.

Why bother then? If nothing you did made any difference at all, why try? If people hated your body just for existing, why not give them a reason to hate your personality as well?"

OR  

The one where seven campus princes who are used to getting everything they wanted get enchanted by your distrust and brattiness, climbing over each other to get a smile from you who could not be bothered to give them a single second of your day.

✿ 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔:  Romance, Humor, Fluff, Angst, College AU

✿ 𝑨/𝑵: I wanna leave this here as sort of a trigger warning: this work features a plus size main character and throughout the story there will be mean comments from characters about her body and her journey dealing with said comments. A lot of it comes from my own experience as a (now ex-ish) plus size girl myself and my path to living peacefully within my body. And although this work is about Y/N's relationship with the boys, I like to think that she still would've continued to grow and blossom happily on her own. Let this be something you learn from this fic, as I say right on the first chapter: You don't have to love the way you look right away, you just can't let it stop you from doing the things you want and, in a greater scale, from being happy and treated with respect.

Thank you for reading <3

P.S: Red daisies, like many red flowers, represent love and romance. Florists often use them to communicate affection to someone who doesn’t know how beautiful they are—a.k.a. beauty unknown to the possessor. 

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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

The pattern in your relationships - if you could call them that - was tiring, to say the least. Once, they might have been soul crushing, but time and repetition took away the novelty of your pain and now the endgame was a mild, resented disappointment.

It started with kindness and a gentle smile, mainly from your part. You treated anyone who gave you any smidgen of attention with the utmost sweetness, hoping your energy would be matched. And sometimes it was, for a while. Sometimes you got to be on the receiving end of a blinding smile or a casual touch and you allowed yourself to hope - no, pray -that that could be it. That someone, some modern day knight in shiny armor , saw through your looks and decided that you were deserving of love, despite societal norms,

But men had a way of setting you up for disappointment. A talent, truly.

You were tired, you decided that night. No, beyond that, you were exhausted, scarred, bitter, hopeless, resentful… You could keep going. You could list every bad feeling you had been carrying in your chest by alphabetical order or by how badly they hurt and honestly you just wanted it to stop.

Would you have to change everything about your body to be happy, you wondered watching the boy you had been seeing for a few weeks make fun of you in front of his circle of friends at the party you were both at. Would you never be allowed to be happy just the way you were?

Would you have to change everything about your body to be happy?

“Yeah, she’s nice” Junsuu said, winking suggestively at his giggling friends “if you know what I mean.” you felt your face heat up in humiliation at the renewed round of laughter “But we just don’t match, like, physically. You know, looks-wise.”

“Right” someone agreed way too enthusiastically, sending a spear through your heart “I really just can’t see you with someone like her.”

What was so outrageous about someone like you, you asked yourself and the universe. You had tried your best to compensate for any shortcomings with everything else that was expected of you: femininity, understanding, a sense of humor. Never enough, those were never even the first thing that came to mind when people thought of you.

Why bother then? If nothing you did made any difference at all, why try? If people hated your body just for existing, why not give them a reason to hate your personality as well?

“You’re right” you said out loud, drawing attention to yourself. Filled with hatred (for him, the world, the circumstances), your heart had no room to be mortified when all eyes turned to you “we don’t match.”

You watched as Junsuu’s eyes widened, clearly not expecting you to hear, much less reply “I am a big girl” you continued, words dripping with rage “And I know for a fact that there’s nothing big about you.”

You turned around to leave the room, cringing at the petty comeback, ignoring the murmurs and Junsuu’s panicked calls of your name. Walking fast, you fled the scene of the last heartbreak you would allow yourself to go through, deciding that a change was needed, but not the change everyone wanted from  you.

Despite the rumors, you didn’t turn into a huge bitch overnight, didn’t start kicking puppies or spitting on the poor. Truly, the only thing you did was establish boundaries and reevaluate the amount of respect some people deserved, but very quickly people started seeing you as some sort of villain, especially when they realized how little you cared for how they saw you. How disrespectful of you to not allow yourself to be disrespected, right?

At first, there was still an air of uncertainty about you - years and years of non-reciprocal niceties drilled into your brain, habits hard to quit. But the more you let go of those things, these tiny acts of self-aggression disguised as pleasantries and altruism, the lighter you felt; Your days became easier to get through, existing within your body felt less and less like a punishment. You had yet to reach an Instagram-worthy level of body positivity, but you had become accustomed to body neutrality. You didn’t have to love the way you looked right away, you just couldn’t let it stop you from doing the things you wanted and, in a greater scale, from being happy and treated with respect.

And respect you started to demand and much happier you became, living in relative peace and solitude - safe by a few close friends - up until your days started being pestered by seven headaches you could not seem to shake away.

—-

Jungkook was the one that saw you first.

It was 3 weeks into the semester and he finally decided it was the perfect time to start going to classes, sitting in the back and only listening to about 25% of what was being said, mind floating towards more important subjects such as the package of ramen waiting for him at home. Only mildly interested in what the professor had to teach, he couldn’t help but to be startled when everyone started getting up from their seats to shuffle around the room. “What’s going on?” he asked the guy sitting next to him.

“Professor gave us a duo assignment.” the other man said, standing up “You're with Y/N.”

“Who?”

The guy just pointed towards you with his chin, redirecting Jungkook’s attention before leaving. You were sitting a couple rows further down, hunched over your little green IPad as you wrote something with impressive velocity. Jungkook walked over to you, already mentally going over what he would have to do to charm you into doing everything on your own “Y/N?” he called and you raised your head.

You were pretty, he noticed with satisfaction, all bright eyes and lovely features, curves everywhere he looked “Yes?”

“I’m Jungkook.” he extended his hand with a casual smirk “The professor put us together for this project.”

There had been a small, but pleasant and polite smile on your face up until he said those words, replaced by pursed lips and an arched brow. “Yes, I know. We’ve had classes together for over a year now and been partnered together before.”

Uh oh. “Right” he coughed awkwardly, fumbling under your hardened stare “so, about this project…”

“We will meet once a week,” you said, straightforward as you turned your eyes back to your sticker-filled IPad “I will go over the theme and split the work evenly, so give me your number and I can text you with what you’re supposed to do.”

“Woah, woah, asking for my number already?” he said in a flirting manner, sitting on top of your table so he could be directly in front of you.

“Would you prefer it if I emailed it to you?” you asked without looking up.

“Actually, I was thinking you could help me out a bit,” he placed his finger under your chin, raising your face towards him “you know I have soccer practice and…”

You pushed his hand away “Unless you’re playing at the World Cup, I can’t see how that would be more important than your studies, so you either do your part of the assignment or get an F in it, I don’t care. I won’t do all the work for you, Jeon. Not again.”

Again? Jungkook winced, trying to remember when you had met before. Surely he would remember getting his head bitten off by a snappy, pretty thing like you, wouldn’t he? Surely your attitude would stand out to him amongst all the sweetness and compliance he received just for existing and smiling.

“Here’s my number.” you gave him a piece of paper with your digits written in gel sparkly ink “Text me when you decide if you want to pass this class. Good day.” 

You looked down again, going back to your notes, signing that the conversation was over before he even had the chance to add anything more. He jumped off the desk and stepped away, looking back to see if you were looking at him, but there wasn’t a single glance from your part.

Shit. Shit. He actually did have to pass this class, otherwise his overbearing soccer coach would kick him off the team. He stared down at your number, wondering what he would have to do to get you to cut him a little slack and forgive him for absolutely forgetting about your existence. 

—

“Hey, this is Jungkook” the text from an unknown number said “looking forward to us working together. We should get dinner sometime, get to know each other better.”

You read over the text once more, willing your heart to slow down its beating. Sure, Jungkook was charming and handsome, but you had seen this dance before. He would talk his way into your good graces, making you laugh and giggle until you had a four thousand word essay done with both your names in it and your texts to him would go unanswered and unseen. 

This was not your first hurtful rodeo. You put your phone away, facing down, ignoring as the poor device vibrated itself off the table with the upcoming texts.

Meanwhile, across campus, Jungkook was fuming.

“Or breakfast. We should get breakfast. I know a great place.” he tried once again, but his message was left unread. Still, he persisted.

“I have a lot of great ideas for this assignment. Don’t you want to know them?” he texted, even though he didn’t have the faintest idea on what the assignment was even about.

“You know, it’s rude to leave a guy hanging.”

“How can we do this if you won’t even text me back?”

“I thought we were in this together.”

“You know, like High School Musical.”

He kept typing out absurdity after absurdity, hoping you would dignify one with an answer. He just needed one opportunity, one opening…

His text stopped going through.

“She blocked me!” he gasped out loud.

“Who?” his roommate, Taehyung asked from where he laid on their couch, feet up on the coffee table.

“This girl in my class. We have this project together and she blocked me!”

Taehyung sent a disbelieving look his way “Were you actually planning to do the work?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Obviously not.”

His friend rolled his eyes “Obviously not. So what’s your plan here?”

Jungkook didn’t answer, too busy looking for alternative ways to contact you. After a few minutes of research, he found your Instagram. You were cute, he noticed again, scrolling through your few posts, all relatively recent. You had a very specific style, a tasteful mix or dark and edgy with splashes of pink and bows, tight corsets under leather jackets that he couldn’t help but stare appreciatively, the flattering material clinging to your waist line and pushing your breasts up, exposing the soft freckled top of cleavage to his always hungry eyes. In your pictures, your eyes shone brightly, crinkling at the sides from your ever present smile and he could not understand why you hadn’t directed one of those to him. 

It was unsettling, to say the least, but he could not allow his annoyance to take over. He needed your help if he wanted to pass that class and if he had to use unconventional ways to get your attention, he would. 

And so, much like a little boy pulling at a girl’s braids, he started liking and spamming the comments of every single post you had.

—

There were whispers all around you, your worst nightmare.

You were at the school library, getting work done while drinking from your fourth cup of coffee, hands shaking due to caffeine and anxiety, your ever present friends. You tried to focus on your books and carefully written notes, but every word you could barely hear and every look you felt over your shoulder seemed to dig claws into your skin. You knew what they were saying. You heard it all the way from your dorm to your classes and couldn’t seem to escape them. 

“Did you see Jungkook’s comments on her pictures? What’s that about?”

“It’s not like there’s a lot to comment, is there?” 

“Maybe he thought it was someone else?”

“It’s probably a prank.”

“I bet he was hacked.”

Of course, why else would someone like Jungkook - a campus prince, popular soccer player, heartthrob - show interest in you? 

It hurt, but a small part of you still agreed with those mean spirited whispers. You closed your eyes, trying to even your breathing and will those thoughts away. You knew better, had learned better than to measure your value by how interested some boy was in you.

When you opened your eyes again, Jungkook was in front of you.

You barely had time to process his presence when the voices picked up volume, your skin prickling and eyes aching to remain dry. 

“What’s Jungkook doing with Fat Y/N?”

That word shouldn’t be as hurtful as it was - after all, it was just an adjective, just the current state of your body that served only to carry your thinking mind, your feeling heart. But people always said it like a curse, wielding it like a sword.

You closed your eyes again and when you opened once more, Jungkook was still there. Looking furious.

“What are they saying?”

“What they always said” you shrugged, avoiding his eyes by looking down at your papers.

Jungkook didn’t move for a while, hearing people pretend to whisper around you but it was clear that the motherfuckers wanted you to hear. Was it always like this for you, he wondered, watching as you focused on whatever book you had in front of you, hunched over with tense shoulders, your face a far cry from the luminescent one he saw on your Instagram, not a hint of that smile he wanted directed at him so unreasonably.

He couldn’t just stand there and watch you struggle to keep your posture. 

You felt him standing up and leaving more than you saw him. Good, you thought. He should leave, like everyone did, scared away by that one word that followed you around like a brand. He was probably embarrassed to be seen with you, you assumed bitterly, and there was no place in your life for people who didn’t want you proudly by your side…

Jungkook sat back in the chair in front of you and you couldn’t help but gape at the impressive bouquet of red daisies he extended towards you.

“Take it” he said, but you couldn’t move, could barely hear the furious voices around you over the roaring beat of your heart.

You… You had never gotten flowers. 

“Take it” he repeated “I almost got run over because of this, the least you can do is accept it.”

“Jungkook” you whispered, dumbfoundedly accepting the bouquet “what’s this?”

“People keep doubting I could be interested in you” he said and there was an edge to his tone you did not expect “maybe this could help clear up some rumors.”

“This is not your battle to fight” you held the flowers close to your chest carefully, looking up at him with distrust, unable to understand his motives “I’m used to this sort of thing and I don’t care about those stupid rumors.”

You were used to it? That just made Jungkook angrier. How could you be used to that sort of treatment? 

Jungkook was a lot of things - spoiled, a little lazy, sometimes a dick. But he wasn’t a bigot and he wasn’t about to stand around and let you become used to being disrespected if there was something - anything! - he could do about it “I like picking up fights”.

“Is this just pity?” you asked and he could see walls around you that stood thousands of feet tall “Is this because of that stupid assignment? Because I’m not going to do all the work just because you got me some flowers…” 

He raised his hands and smiled at you “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll do my work” he said, a new goal in mind as he saw you recoil from him with eyes filled with wariness like a suspicious kitten “You said once a week, right? How’s friday for you?” 

You still clung to your bouquet like a lifeline “That works, I guess.”

“Great!” he clapped loudly, standing up and catching the eye of those around him “I’ll see you around, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart” you mumbled, but he pretended not to hear as he crossed the table around to your side, quickly leaving a kiss to your heated cheek before you had the chance to react.

“Alright, sweetheart, I’ll see you around” he said, making sure everyone in the library could hear him “do me a favor and unblock me, ok?”

You flipped him off, both for stealing a kiss and that stupid nickname, but he just laughed it off.

“That’s my girl” he said and the library erupted in renewed whispers.

°•. ✿ .•°

𝐌𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝

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combined beings. 𐙚

you are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. the bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6. ── one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, thirteen and a half, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty ( COMPLETED )

jimin becomes suspicious when you hide your phone from him and the others ( DRABBLE )

a pregnant you and your hormones and a girl who insults you as a mother, do not go well together ( DRABBLE )

you get kidnapped after you wander off after an argument with them ( DRABBLE )

they get your name tattooed on the day they find out you’re pregnant ( DRABBLE )

an ex of yours gets hired and he tries his hardest to get you back, not knowing you’re in a relationship with all 7 of your bosses who will not hesitate to kill him ( DRABBLE )

CHANTAJE ! 𐙚

being under the watchful eye of the media and your fans, your managers are in desperate need of regaining back your popularity after other influencers who hate you cause mayhem to your life. what best way to do so by having you pretend to be in a relationship with the popular 7 who are known to be intensely wealthy and stoic? will you be able to regain their trust or will they go with their promise of damaging your reputation even more? ── (one) (two) (three) (four) (five) (six) (seven) (eight) (nine) (ten) (eleven) (twelve) (thirteen) (fourteen) (fifteen) (sixteen) (seventeen) (eighteen) (nineteen) (twenty) (twenty-one) (twenty-two) (twenty-three)

jeon jungkook

party of the year. 𐙚

your little sister’s fifteen is coming up and all she wants is her big sister and her sister’s boyfriend there for her. but when you get there, jungkook can’t keep his hands off you ── ( here )

10 things i hate about you. 𐙚

y/n and hanni’s mom stood by one rule and one rule only: no dating during high school and college. It wasn't until she set another rule—no dating until y/n dates— that hanni unintentionally pulls some strings to have her sister date none other than, jeon jungkook, the man who every girl f*cks and all the boys fight with. ── ( here )

brown eyes. 𐙚

having time, you finally visit your boyfriend who misses you but not without attracting attention from other groups and dancers… especially three boys who won’t leave you alone. ── ( here )

welcome to the heartbreak show. 𐙚

you’re in love with your partner in class that everyone fears due to his stoic facial expression and the way he rejects girls rather harshly. as you get to know him, will he be able to handle your heart that you so willingly gave him to care for or, will he break it due to his hatred for people who are in love with him? ── ( here )

idol!jungkook who… 𐙚 ── ( here )

fuckboy!jungkook who… 𐙚 ── ( here )

idol!jungkook fake texts… 𐙚 ── ( here )

2U! 𐙚 SMAU

the two of you become roommates after being cheated on. how will you and jungkook handle your new life together when one blasts sad music and cries their heart out until they don’t have anymore tears, and the other watches rom-coms movies and cries about the life they could’ve had? ── (here)

kim taehyung

between us. 𐙚

kim taehyung was your boyfriend’s best friend, the two attached to the hip and at the top rank of the most handsome boys in school. but you two realize that the person you both knew was nothing but a cheater. a cheater who fell in love with your sister. ── ( here )

coming soon !

jungkook

shakespeare wouldn’t. 𐙚

jungkook falls in love with a girl in a club, not knowing it was you, his best friend. though, he comes to confuse you with your girl best friend and falls for the wrong person.

expensive jewel of all. 𐙚

you both come from wealthy families. your grandparents are persuaded to have you marry someone within the same social status and wealth status thanks to your parents, and arrange a marriage between you and a certain billionaire.

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 !

here are some NOTES. 𓍯

i had a previous account that i had accidentally deleted ( i explained it more here)

i usually write for bts but i do stan other groups such as nct 127 & dream (ults are yuta and mark 🫡), txt (my ult is beomgyu!), ateez (my ult is wooyoung!), and getting into riize (just because i have ults, doesn’t mean i don’t stan the whole group, i do!! they are just members i resonate with)

so far my work is minor safe unless stated otherwise by me. i will not write anything with non-con or yandere themes or anything triggering to any type of reader

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guys recommend me bts fanfic with ot7 appearing that has a good plot please! smut or not, romance or not, real universe or fantasy, i love them all but i'm new to the bts centric ones so i probably don't know the classics and i want to change that! If I like it, I'll make some kind of review ~

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My favorite fics/blogs!!!

(multifandom)

The answer

this might me by favorite ateez fic y’all… It’s literally so GOOOODDDDD I’m obsessed… (yan Hongjoong x reader)

Freyaphoria

this entire blog is everything !! (never stop posting girl your stories are amazing) lovely yandere atz x reader stories

Yankpop

A blog with lots of yan bts x reader and I’m here for it!

Abdundance

(ao3) ot7 hybrid bts x reader, I’m literally obsessed with this story and I still hope that the author picks it up again 😭

Caught between the devil and the deep blue sea

(ao3) LOVE this ot8 ateez x reader fic!! The story is so good I’ve literally cried reading it…

Polarity

(ao3) yandere Jungkook x reader. I don’t need to say more. Read it.

The obsidian pearl

(ao3) yandere mermaid!Seokjin x reader, only a few chapters, but still amazing!!!

Complete

(wattpad) I don’t know how many times I’ve reread this story… It’s my comfort fic i think😭 a bts x reader soulmate au fic.

The four kingdoms

(wattpad) another AMAZING bts x reader story. This fic is the first part of the “blue eyes” series, and I’ve read all four parts like a million times… The following parts:

pyramids, dynasty, mist (mist isn’t finished)

Seven sins

(wattpad) seven deadly sins!bts x reader.

Blood ink

(wattpad) tattoo artist!Jungkook x reader, gang au

Circus

A sweet (and angsty) fic about ot8 hybrid!ateez x reader!!! I highly recommend it! (ongoing)

I’ll update this post if I find new works that I enjoy!

my masterlist

BTS fic recs: June 2024

Hello, how are you doing? We are officially halfway through the year, Seokjin came home and in a few months Hobi too! I decided to change the graphics for the rec list to fit with my main design, I think this is cooler, anyway—Weee~ I managed to read a lot again this month! 👏 So this list is filled to the brim with amazing and wonderful stories! 

Some of the authors on this list is on hiatus, but please don’t let that stop you from reblogging or commentating on their story— because you don’t know when they might pop back in a see your lovely note, so please— if you like something, so some love to the author 🥰

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty or dark as hell, so minors dni.❗ 

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the fic, it might seem like a tiny gesture, but it really means a lot for writers and I can guarantee it will put a smile on their faces💜 Let’s share and give lots of love!

Looking for more to read? Check ‘The Library’ or last years recs 🙂

[index] → jan | feb (jhs) | mar (myg) | apr | may | 💜 | jul | aug | sep (jjk)(knj) | oct (pjm) | nov | dec (kth)(ksj) | Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, fantasy = 🪄.

⭐Knock it Down a Peg @thatlongspringnight [3.3k]  // knj x f.reader // est. relationship // 🥰🥵😂

📝 thanks to an idea from Jungkook’s girlfriend, you and Namjoon decided to try something new in the bedroom.

🗨️ this was just so fucking funny 🤣 I really loved it! Like I was laughing the whole time— that’s how funny it was! A short, but very very funny read! ✨

⭐The Truth Untold @rmnamjoons [10.1k] // knj x f.reader // bf2l // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 you’ve been trapped for months in a loveless, toxic relationship, too afraid of what would happen if you ever tried to leave. Your boyfriend gets so jealous, especially of your best friend Namjoon, who you’ve missed more than your heart can stand. Now, seeing Namjoon for the first time in weeks, you decide that it’s time to tell him everything, no matter the cost.

🗨️ ah what— this was both sad and very very sweet 😭 It’s sad, because it’s cheating— 😭 What she has with Namjoon is pure sweetness, and he is perfect for her 😭💜 I really loved it, though I have conflicted feelings about the cheating (I always have lol), but it was really good and I really liked it! It was so soft, beautiful and I love their relationship and she should just have picked Namjoon from the start!! Anyway, a really good story that will tear you up a bit 💯 Also, just seeing the banner had me in tears already, and looking at it again, I’m already crying 😭

⭐Park and Ride @here2bbtstrash [4.8k] // knj x f.reader // fuckbuddy!au // 🥵

📝 your fuckbuddy asks if the two of you can drive around a bit first, but he has a hard time keeping his hands to himself

🗨️ wow this was both cute and hot 🥵💯 There’s also a small drabble to it that can be found here: [link]

⭐Cream @luxekook [1.8k] // knj x f.reader // est. relationship, idol!au // 🥵

📝 you thirst over the outline in the pants of kim namjoon’s iconic cream suit just one time too many, and he’s ready to make you pay for it.

🗨️ Namjoon in that cream suit— what more do I need to say? 🥵 (also loved it, in case there was any confusing on that part ✨)

⭐Don’t Want Your Sympathy @sketchguk [9.5k] // knj x f.reader x jjk // est. relationship + threesome (kinda) // 🥵🥰🌩️😂

📝 jeongguk is like an annoying little brother to you, but nevertheless, there’s nothing in this world you wouldn’t do for your sweet, innocent best friend. so what are you supposed to do when he wants to watch your boyfriend fuck you senseless? say no?

🗨️ fuck. I’m going feral over this one 😭🥵 First, oc being best friends with Jungkook, so much so that she and Namjoon are willing to show him how to please a woman, please, I don’t know but that must be like the ultimate friendship goal? 🥹😂 I really loved it, and all the sexual teasing and banter was just so hilarious 😂

⭐Off Limits [completed series] @floralseokjin [n/a] // ksj x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au // 🥵🌩️

📝 you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

🗨️ I finally finished reading this amazing series! It was really good, and one of my favorites Seokjin stories 🥰 Towards the ending it good really good and I had a tough time putting it down, because I just had to read how things would fall apart to be build back up again 👏 There was also some small plot twists that I didn’t expect and they were a positive surprise 💜

⭐Stuck with You @taleasnewastime [29.6k] // ksj x f.reader // s2l, Christmas!au // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 it’s the first Christmas since your dad passed away. You, your mum and sister are going to his favourite place to do his favourite thing, skiing. And yet you’re not there. Stuck. Stranded. Trapped. In seemingly the single hottest place in the world. Your transfer flight cancelled so you’re now stuck between home and your family. A snowstorm that causes all flights to be cancelled, heat that just seems wrong at Christmas, your sister crying and shouting down the phone at you, and to top it off, the most annoying man in the world who’s in the same position as you and seems to think you’re friends because of that fact. Merry Christmas to you.

🗨️ this is truly one of my favorite plots and this fic is just so good, also a favorite, hands down!!! I just love me some good comfort, with angst, then comfort and a happy ending ✨

It was just so well done, the plot, and the characters too 🥹💯

⭐Satan, Baby @johobi [2.6k]  // ksj x f.reader // s2??? // 🥵👻🪄

📝 when the devil knocks, you’re only too happy to answer.

🗨️ I am speechless— it was such a nice, dark and smutty read! Really interesting ✨

⭐Redamancy @jeonggukingdom [7.1k] // ksj x f.reader // est. relationship, valentines day // 🥵🥰

📝 it’s St.Valentin’es Day and as per tradition, you are to surprise your boyfriend with a gift and a chocolate treat. On a whim, you decide to cook an entire dinner for him and bake him his favorite cake: chocolate filling and strawberry and cream toppings. Seokjin is bent down on showing you just how much he appreciated all your hard work for him. 

🗨️ gosh— so sweet, cute and sexy 🥵✨💯

⭐You Suck! @ugh-yoongi [18.3k] // ksj x f.reader // s2l, roommates, vampire!au // 🥵🥰😂🪄

📝 it’s St.Valentin’es Day and as per tradition, you are to surprise your boyfriend with a gift and a chocolate treat. On a whim, you decide to cook an entire dinner for him and bake him his favorite cake: chocolate filling and strawberry and cream toppings. Seokjin is bent down on showing you just how much he appreciated all your hard work for him. 

🗨️ WOW— so many thoughts on this; it was perfect, let me start with that. It was so fucking funny, I laughed so many times. I love Seokjin in this, how kind he is, funny, all that, and how he cares for oc, everything. The smut was so fucking funny, not gonna lie, I did not expect it AT ALL, but that shit had me rolling on the floor 🤣

⭐MicroWave [completed series] @btsmakesmehappy [37k] // myg x f.reader // neighbor!au, s2l // 🥵🥰🌩️👻

📝 Yoongi can’t help to worry about his neighbor. Not only that she almost burned the apartment down, she also trusts people too much, and yet she doesn’t want people to help her. She is just trouble written in bold and capital and he shouldn’t be acquainted with her. But yet, he makes it his mission to help her with all costs.

🗨️ I’m still baffled that this series doesn’t have more notes than it has—- because it’s simply fucking amazing! There’s 5 chapters and I read them so fucking fast, I just had to know what was happening with oc. Good pace in the story 👌It’s a series that features in with 6 others (not all are written and the overall general story seems to be discontinued), and I haven’t read the others yet, but I’m sure they’re just as good as this one! ✨

⭐The Road Not Taken [series; ongoing] @prodagustd [n/a] // myg x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au // 🥰🌩️🥵

📝 if you wanted to stop thinking about Yoongi, the first step was as easy as stop seeing him, but why it seemed like he was following everywhere you went?

🗨️ the author just updated this after months and I’m so happy because I found it so interesting and this chapter was just updated is jam packed with essential backstory! If you haven’t read this one yet, I highly recommend it ✨

⭐Fractured @hamsterclaw [6.6k] // myg x f.reader // detective!au // 🌩️🥵👻

📝 Yoongi’s a murder detective fighting burnout when he’s assigned the case that you and your former partner fucked up.

🗨️ oh, I love a good detective and police au! This was so good, the plot was intriguing and captivating— I really loved it ✨

⭐STEAM [completed series] @hoseoksluna [n/a] // myg x f.reader x jjk // est. relationship // 🌩️🥵

📝 one video call awakens your neediness for two cocks.

🗨️ okay this is really hot— and I really mean it, it’s dirty and filthy with all the good stuff! Yoongi is a bit iffy in this, so is oc, lol. I’ve only read the first one as of posting this, but I intend to read the rest of the series because I really like both the writing and the plot in this, and I’m very interested to know what is up with Yoongi! ✨

⭐Cybersex @gimmethatagustd [14.6k] // myg x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au // 🥵🥵😂

📝 the whole point of being a phone sex hotline operator is that you’ll never have to meet your clients. So what are you supposed to do when you find out your favorite client is your brother’s best friend? 

🗨️ I always enjoy Jai’s work, and this is no different! Such a funny and smutty story. Had me laughing at so many moments, like literally giggling out loud like a fucking fool, and OC’s friendship with the roommate is just so precious 🥹 and how oc and Yoongi actually get together is just so freaking funny 🤭 I loved everything in it so freaking much 💖💯

⭐Beleaguer @httpjeon [2.4k] // jhs x f.reader // neighbor!au, e2l, fuckboy!au // 🥵

📝 your neighbor is a pain in the ass.

🗨️ holy— DAMN! This was so fucking hot, so sinful and the dynamic between reader and Hobi??? How much they LOATHE each other 🤭👏 So freaking good! 💯

⭐Rather Be @hisunshiine [4.3k]  // jhs x f.reader // college!au, dancer!au // 🌩️

📝 you’re finally able to attend your dream school for ballet, where things are going well! You’re making new friends, have a chance to become a principal dancer in the winter show, and you’re growing closer to Hoseok. He’s a talented hip hop dancer, but still reeling after a tough break up, and doesn’t know if he’s ready to date again. Torn between you and his ex, Hoseok must decide where he’d rather be.

🗨️ this was just really cute 💜 Also to note, this has a named oc!

⭐Keeping a Secret @kpopfanfictrash [3.7k] // jhs x f.reader // est. relationship // 🥵

📝 you and Hoseok have been hooking up for a few weeks now. No one in your friend group knows. What happens then, when he shows up at movie night looking better than anticipated?

🗨️ aaaaaaahh~ So fucking cute and hot too, I really loved it 💜💯

⭐Liar, Liar @eoieopda [5k] // jhs x f.reader // fuckbuddy!au // 🥵

📝 Hoseok suspects that you’re “phoning it in” while sexting and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t call your bluff.

🗨️ okay. This was amazing and I really loved it 🥵💯✨ 

⭐Cheap Wine & Second Chances @minisugakoobies [8k] // jhs x f.reader // f2l + valentines day // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 valentine’s Day has brought Hoseok, your best friend from college, back into your life. Is this your second chance to get the one that got away?

🗨️ oh this is so cute and sweet (and a tad bit sad) 🥹 I love this story, it’s just so cute– the one that got away, and they finally get their chance! So freaking cute and I loved every word of it ✨ 💯

⭐As If It’s His Last @vinetae [4k]  // pjm x f.reader // fwb + f2l // 🥵

📝 it had been a simple agreement. You felt bad at how many times Jimin had a hectic schedule. And while you couldn’t do anything about that, you could offer some services out of pity for the boy..

🗨️ well this was just hot 🥵🥵🥵

⭐The Pitfalls of Silk: drabble @ctrlhope [1.7k] // pjm x f.reader // s2l, hybrid!au, soulmate!au // 🥰🥵😈🪄

📝 the winter gods are out to get you. That could be the only possible explanation for the series of bad luck tumbling before you— tropical vacation cancelled, snow locking you inside. Hell, even your shovel broken in half has got to be the gods playing some sort of trick on you. Pulling you along, making decisions for you as they guide you along the red string of fate. Guide you towards the very spider that found his way into your basement. Allowing him to fall into your heart all the same. 

🗨️ Lily just wrote a drabble for the one-shot I read last month!!! And the drabble was just so fucking cute 😭😭😭 If you haven’t read the original, please do that before you read the drabble, the story is really beautiful ✨

⭐The Group Project @noona-la-la-la [8k] // pjm x f.reader x kth // roommate!au + threesome // 🥵

📝 Jimin is jealous when his best friend and roommate, Taehyung, has a date with the girl Jimin has a crush on.

🗨️ fuck this was so GOOD!!! 💯 Best friend Tae 💜 It was so freaking hot and sinful, like????? Jimin watching them, and then Tae just being best friend ever at the end 🥵 Also, the dialogues were so fucking good! I really loved everything in this 😭

⭐Taste of You @divinelyparkjimin [5.2k]  // pjm x f.reader // childhood friends to lovers, roommates, fuckboy!au // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 getting yourself off to your childhood friend’s sexual escapades was definitely not on your radar, but seems like it should’ve been a long time ago.

🗨️ a really good read— though Jimin is a total dick in my book 😂 OC isn’t much better, but hey, they do get together in the end, and that is what matters! 💜

⭐Muscle Tension @bluemari23 [0.7k]  // pjm x f.reader // est. relationship // 🥰

📝 you feel a little stressed after a family visit and your husband helps relieve some tension.

🗨️ SFW— sweet fluffiness 🥰 Short and sweet, and I really loved it 💖

⭐Fantasy @pantherxrogers [1.5k]  // kth x f.reader // marriage!au // 🥵

📝 you love a man in uniform. more specifically, you love the way your husband looks in a uniform. he attempts to come home and surprise you, but he's the one left in shock.

🗨️ HOTTTTT 🥵🥵🥵

⭐Shameless @peachypinkygloss [3.6k]  // kth x f.reader // est. relationship, university!au // 🥵

📝 your boyfriend is really kinky. He can never go against his sexual urges, even when you both are in a hot tub with his friends.

🗨️ ADFSFDGFD— Speechless over here 🥵

⭐Backstage @jeonqkooks [0.6k]  // kth x f.reader // est. relationship, band!au // 🥵

📝 intentionally left blank by the author!

🗨️ just hotness 🥵

⭐Good Girl @suga-kookiemonster [3.5k]  // kth x f.reader // office!au, co-workers to lovers // 🥵

📝 you don’t really know much about kim taehyung. what you do know is that he’s your handsome coworker and that, since you just accidentally sent him a nude, you’re good and royally fucked.

🗨️ funny and smutty! Also, what is it about office romance that just hits differently? 🥵

⭐Moonlight [ongoing series] @borathae [6.8k]  // kth x f.reader // est. relationship, vampire!au // 🥵

📝 Taehyung asks you to sneak out with him and you end up making passionate love to him in a hayloft.

🗨️ I love vampires and just from the description and I know the author is amazing at writing, I decided to read this, even though I haven’t read anything from the series at all. But fuck, it was so good! I’ll definitely be checking out the series, it’s a well established one, so there’s a lot to sink my teeth into 😜

⭐Chasing Cars [ongoing series] @oddinary4bts [n/a] // jjk x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au, forbidden love!au, college!au, slice of life!au // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?

🗨️ I’m on chapter 7 right now (there’s 8 out as of posting this) and it’s still so fucking good! I’m kinda mad at JK though, but it’s okay! I love when stories get me either mad, sad or frustrated at the characters, and Ella is so freaking good at that! ✨ Also, she has been making small drabbles for each chapter from JK’s pov and those are just extremely good too! 💜

⭐Dumbo @cinnaminsvga [17.2k] // jjk x f.reader // s2l // 🥵😂😂

📝 you know what they say about boys with big noses… {or alternatively: jungkook has a big dick but he doesn’t know how to use it, but luckily you’re there to help.}

🗨️ This was just so fucking hilarious I don’t even know where to begin 😂 I don’t know how many times the word ‘dick’ or its many different variations is used in this fic, but damn it a lot, and damn is it fun! 🤣 There’s so many dick jokes it should be criminal! It was so good though, the story was just too funny, almost absurd (lol), but dammit it’s a new favorite! 💯

⭐Fool for You [completed series] @btsgotjams27 [24.9k] // jjk x f.reader // college!au, fake dating, s2f2l // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 when Jungkook is finally single, you shoot your shot.

🗨️ This is a short series and it’s really good— it’s cute, has angst and a happy ending ✨

⭐Make it Right @jungkxook [11.5k] // jjk x f.reader // band!au, exes to lovers // 🥵🌩️

📝 you’re wholeheartedly, madly in love with jungkook and yet you shouldn’t be because it’s been almost a year since you broke up with him. worst part of it all is that you know he’s still in love with you too.

🗨️ gaaaaahhh, I’m crying 😭 This was so beautiful, bittersweet 😭 I loved it so much and their love, omg, so pure, so precious. His song for her, I’m just like 😭 (can you tell I’m a sobbing mess?) Definitely a new favorites and I loved the fact that, they both knew they were broken, waiting for each other, and even though broken, they will heal and take it slow 😭💯

⭐Coffee Stain @oddinary4bts [1.9k] // jjk x f.reader // grief!au // 🌩️🌩️🌩️

📝 you grief, and it's the expression of your everlasting love for Jungkook.

🗨️ Do you want to cry, but not able too? Go and read this! It’s so fucking sad, but so incredible beautiful and sweet, it will make you tear up in now time. As said before, Ella just have a way with words, and in this one, they sure do hurt a lot 😭 But I fucking love it ✨

Welcome to this new section! This section features member x member stories— if you’re not into that, it’s okay, and you can just skip it. Otherwise enjoy 🥰

⭐Sunday Smut Book Club @gimmethatagustd [7.1k] // knj x myg // s2l // 🥵😂

📝 the cute librarian at Yoongi's local library hosts an adult-only book club. As a fanfiction smut writer himself, Yoongi is intrigued.

🗨️ this was just extremely funny and cute! 🥰 Also, I love that Yoongi writes fanfiction, and as I writer it was very relatable! It has a very ‘meta’/fourth wall feel too it 🤭 Which I fucking adore ✨

Welcome to this small section— it won’t be here every month, only when I’ve written something new, I’ll add it here, just to promote myself a little bit 🫶

⭐Till We Meet Again [11.4k]  // jjk x f.reader // childhood f2l, mermaid!au, fantasy!au, magical!au // 🥵🥰😂🪄

📝 when your childhood friend that you had a crush on, moved away out of the blue— you never thought you’d see him again. A night swim in the ocean will have you feeling delusional, but the voice that fills your ears— sweet like cotton candy, you’d recognize that voice anywhere, it’s Jungkook.

⭐Friendcation: wedding special [12.2k]  // myg x f.reader // established relationship, mechanic!yoongi, roadtrip!au // 🥵🥰😂

📝 Yoongi has done everything in his power to make your wedding truly special, what he couldn’t plan for was the rain. But fret not, a bit of rain will not make your day less special when it’s surrounded by friends and family. And your wedding night? Well, being pushed down into the sheets by Yoongi is easily one of your favorite things.

Thank you so much for reading my rec list, I hope you’ll reblog it to make it reach more people! There’s some insanely good reads on here ✨

I’m not sure I’ll get to read as much in July, because it’s summer holidays ☀️

If you want more, you’re more than welcome to follow me! I do monthly rec lists and sometimes I post my own writing too (only bangtan).  Love you and borahae 💜

i can fix them (no really, i can't) (m.list)

summary. the holy grail of the seven men who ruled the country's entertainment used to be your friends at school. now, ten years later and between successes and failures, what reason would they have to want to come back into your life?

pairing. eventually ot7 x f!reader.

content. cursing words, angst, suffering, slow burn, eventual-really eventual fluff, mature themes such as drugs and violence. every chapter will have their own warnings at the very top.

a/n. this is the first bts related fic i've ever posted and i hope for the best!! ofc this is inspired by i can fix him by taylor swift in case you were wondering. and this story wasn't really planned (no news for me), but it's all i've been thinking and writing about all this week, so i decided to post it! the chapters list will be posted as soon as i can! love you all and thank u for the support!

bts masterlist

chapter list.

i. the one where everything changes

ii. the one where you came close!

iii. the one where i said fuck you and you cried

iv. the one where you stood there and watched (80%)

v. the one where... is it true? (50%)

vi. the one where you might be in trouble

vii. the one where you thought you had me

viii. the one with the memories

ix. the one where you set everything on fire

x. the one with the truth

xi. the one where you broke my heart... twice

xii. the one where... do you really think you can keep doing this?

xiii. remorse

xiv. why should i?

xv. you didn't have to do it

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Your Protectors

summary: Five years ago you went missing, and now that they found you again they’ll never let you go again.

pairing: ot7 x reader

genre: mafia, a little angst but not much, a little fluff but not much, second chance romance

word count: 4.1 k

warning (not detailed): parent abuse, violence, death, sexual violence [protective boys, emotional Namjoon, I’ll burn the world down for you and never let a single flame touch you]

“T-Taehyung” Your voice shook as you looked at the man in front of you. You used to wish that they would come to rescue you, but they never did. You were left to save yourself, and you did. But now one of the boys from your past is here, standing in front of you instead of haunting you in your dreams. To be fair, he looks equally shocked. Taehyung is standing in front of you, mouth agape and eyes wide. Clearly, he didn’t know that you were going to be here. He hadn’t been looking for you, but after all these years you never expect him to be.

“Oh my god. I thought— we thought you were dead.” He continues to babble in front of you, but you can’t stay here. You just killed a man in the bathroom behind you and you need to get out of the club. You glance behind you once before shoving past Taehyung, which was easier then it should of been, but you think it’s because he still looks like he’s seen a ghost. Honestly, you know the feeling.

It takes him a moment to come to his senses so you are already down the hall when he calls out your name. You look back to see that he’s holding his phone up to his ear, probably calling one of the others. You really need to get out of here. Now. As you turn the corner towards the back door you make eye contact with Hoseok across the room. He’s sitting with Jimin and Jungkook in a roped off area of the club, clearly meant for VIPs. Fuck.

You turn before Hoseok can even make a noise, but you saw his shocked expression and you saw him hit Jimin in the shoulder and point in your general direction. You don’t wait for Jimin to look up, instead you turn and run.

You make it to your bike just before the door slams against the brick wall. You want to look back, even if it’s just to get another look at one of them, but you know you shouldn’t so you keep your gaze fixed ahead. You’re on your bike and tearing away before they have time to catch you. Only when you are about to turn the corner, do you glance behind you to see all four of them watching you. You knew that they would be. You want to go to them because you remember how comforting their hugs were, but you know that you can’t, not anymore.

You and the boys were best friends five years ago. Honestly, you were more than friends, but you all were too scared to put a label on it. But none that mattered because all of you knew that you loved one another. Within in your little bubble, the eight of you could simply exist and be happily in love with each other. But the reality was that the world was a judgmental place. All of you were scared that it’s judgement would taint your love.

You’d found the boys when you ran away from home. You were only 16 at the time and they had found you shivering in an alleyway that you’d been sleeping in for a couple of nights. They took you to their small apartment that Yoongi rented. They all lived together most of the time, but you quickly learned that Namjoon was the heir to a prominent mafia family so he couldn’t stay at the apartment often. Seokjin and Yoongi were gone a lot too, helping Namjoon. But Taehyung and Jimin who weren’t much older than you took care of you, claiming that they were older so it was their job to protect you. Jungkook claimed he would too even though you both were the same age, muttering something about being a man that made you roll your eyes.

But they did protect you. The seven of them saved you when you were scared and protected you when you couldn’t. They did their best to chase away all your fears away. Probably for the first time in your life you felt cared for; you felt loved.

You still remember when you went to a convenience store on your way back from school one day, it was in the winter so it got dark early. A man, probably late 20s, had pushed you up against the wall and was trying to get you to come home with him. If he cared, he probably should have chosen a different tactic… you know besides cornering and threatening a girl. It was clear that he didn’t actually care what you wanted, or felt for that matter. You had been trying to push him away when he suddenly was flying off you. Yoongi pinned the man to the floor and punched him. After he got a few good punches in, Seokjin pulled him off the man and told him to leave in voice that promised violence. The guy had ran without looking back.

The two boys turned to you with concerned eyes. Their once angry faces softened when they saw the tears streaking down your face. Seokjin pulled you into his arms and started whispering reassurances into your ear, then they walked you home. The rest of the boys were equally as angry and honestly looked a little upset that they hadn’t been the one to punch the guy. Yoongi just looked smug.

Though the seven of them were involved in the mafia, especially as they got older, they did their best to keep you as far away from it as possible. They promised themselves that they would do everything in their power to protect you. Yet, they also couldn’t find it in themselves to leave you. They loved you too much to ever walk away from you, despite the risks.

So when you were kidnapped they blamed themselves. They thought that they were the reason that you were taken. If only they had known the truth. If only you had told them the truth, then maybe they would’ve been able to help you. At the very least, they wouldn’t have blamed themselves as much; you would’ve been naive to think that the seven boys that you loved, that loved and protected you wouldn’t blame themselves at all. You just wanted to lessen their hurt.

The truth was that you were born into the mafia, just like Namjoon. You were the daughter of a powerful man in the mafia and while he wasn’t the leader, he was still important. He was important enough that you, his daughter, was valuable in securing an alliance with another mafia family. When you overheard your father basically selling you off as a bride to a man twice your age you took your chances and ran.

The first thing you did when you were safe enough, even if you were still staying on the streets, was find some decent looking guy to have sex with. Your family was old school and wanted a virgin bride. You would never let your father take that choice away from you. So, you had sex with a somewhat handsome man, who was young enough, and didn’t ask too many questions or pressure you into anything more than one night. There are times when you’d wish that you would have waited and one of the boys could have been your first, but you also know that, at the time, it was the only way that you’d be able to protect yourself. It was a choice you made for yourself, which felt empowering despite everything. If your father caught you, at least he couldn’t marry you off and tie your life to someone else. It was the only thing you could do to protect your future, and you would take anything you could get.

The boys were always so clear that they didn’t want you involved in their lifestyle, that they wanted you safe. So you never knew how to tell them that you had been involved. That you had run. You knew that they would still love you, but you weren’t sure if they would let you stay with them. When they got worried about a threat to your safety they weren’t the most understanding. You never knew how to bring it up, but as the years passed you thought that you might have truly escaped from your father. You never should have been so naive, so reckless.

When your father did find you and bring you home, the boys had no idea where to look. They certainly wouldn’t look towards your father’s mafia. Obviously you regretted keeping it a secret, but you hated that the boys would blame themselves when they were never the ones at fault. You hated the idea that you were causing them pain because despite everything you loved them.

You loved them with everything you had because in those years together you all had molded yourselves to fit together perfectly. When you were taken away from them it felt like someone had torn your heart out. Even now, five years later your heart still beats for them. You knew that you would never love anyone else the way that you loved those seven men and you carried that with you through all the hard times. You held onto that love like a dirty secret when everything else was falling apart, giving you hope despite the darkness. They might not believe it, but their love continued to protect you long after they were ripped out of your life.

The next time you saw the boys was when you were at the gym. You had been in the fighting ring with Daejoon. You loved fighting him because you were equally matched. It felt good to finally pin him after fighting for a while. Every time you won, even during training, you felt this rush of power. After being at other people’s mercy for so long the little bits of control and power you felt were intoxicating. It’s the main reason why you kept coming back to the gym to train, and why you would often fight in the ring.

You aren’t sure how the boys found you, but really you shouldn’t be surprised. After Namjoon’s father died a few years ago he would have inherited the title. With that came a lot of power, so finding you shouldn’t have been impossible, especially after you killed someone in his club. It’s why it hurt a little more that they hadn’t found you before. You had more or less found them instead. Accidentally, but still.

You heard Namjoon call out your name and you really didn’t want to look up, but he tone didn’t give you much of a choice. They were all looking at you. “We need to talk.” You nodded because despite everything, you still loved them and could never deny them anything, even when it’d be better if you did. It hurt to hear the vulnerability in Namjoon’s voice. To know that after five years, he still cared about you and he still wanted to know you. It hadn’t been a command, but a plea.

You see the pride in their eyes and realize that they had been watching the fight. That they saw you in a new light now. They saw that you were no longer the helpless teenager that had been torn away from them. They saw that you were stronger now and could literally fight for what you wanted. Instead of feeling threatened, they looked proud.

Realistically he should be worried you are a threat, but instead he just looks exhausted and worried. As you walk over to him he reaches out to you like he wants to hug you and it breaks your heart because it feels like no time has passed and just yesterday you were cuddled up on the couch. But that’s not true and the girl that you are now is a completely different girl than who you were when you all fell in love as teenagers. So, he may think that he still loves you, but you aren’t sure anyone is capable of loving you anymore. So you keep your distance and pretend like you don’t see the hurt splash across his face when you don’t fall into his arms like you used to.

“Namjoon” Your voice breaks and if it were possible, he looks even more heartbroken. “I’m s-so s-sorry. I can’t be here.” You shake your head and start to step back because this was a bad idea. You knew this was a bad idea. But you meet Jungkook’s chest instead. His arms come around to circle your waist. “Sweetheart, let us in. Please”

You want to shake your head. You want to pull away. But you can’t bring yourself to move. For five years you’ve dreamed of them and now that they’re really here you aren’t sure how to handle the situation. You may have dreamed about the boys, but those were only dreams. You had given up on them being a part of your life. “I’m not the same girl I was five years ago.” You don’t want me anymore.

The rest of the boys come around you also. “We aren’t the same either, princess.”

You find yourself nodding. With Namjoon now being the head of his mafia family they couldn’t be. And that hurt you more than you wanted to admit, so you pushed that down and tried to focus. “I can’t stay here. He’ll look for me.” Your words are soft as you finally give in and lean back into Jungkook’s arm. He easily supports you, holding you even closer like he is worried you might disappear if he loosens his hold. Its like the only place he knows you are safe is in his arms.

“Who? Princess, who took you from us?” Seokjin’s voice is soft despite the hard look on his face. He looks like he is ready to burn the world down for you. It looks like he would happily watch the world burn around you all if it meant keeping you safe. Some things never change.

You shake your head. “I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you but I worried about what would happen… I thought that it would be okay, but I don’t know why I ever thought that because it’s not fine. Nothing is ever fine.” As you begin to cry and your rant becomes harder to understand. You have been holding yourself together for so long by yourself. You aren’t even sure how you made it because now that you think about it, you are exhausted. Being in Jungkook’s arms and surrounded by the others makes you feel like taking a breath of fresh air after being forced under water. It makes you feel a little lightheaded, but in a good way.

Namjoon’s hands find your face, tilting you up to look at him. It grounds you, just like he always was able to.

“My father.” You feel the men around you still at your words, trying to process this part of you that you never gave to them before. It hurts to think about the lies you told them about your family. They protected you from anything and everything, but you were never fully honest with them. You were so scared that it might change your relationship, that they might leave you because they wouldn’t love you. All those fears are still there, but now you are so much more broken and you can’t imagine that they will ever look at you the same, let alone love you. No matter how kind they may be now, five years is a long time. You are a completely different person than you used to be. You’re broken. You don’t know how to truly love anymore. Well, not in the same way at least. And you don’t know how to be loved anymore.

You’ve been alone for so long that you no longer know how to rely on anyone anymore. Your father made sure that you never had anyone to rely on. He told you that no one was coming to rescue you because no one cared enough. He forced you to become so independent that you weren’t sure what you could offer the men that you still loved. You no longer had anything to offer them, so you weren’t sure why they would care for you anymore.

Hoseok shoved his boss aside so he could hold your face in his hands, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “It’s okay Sunshine. We will protect you now… like we should have before.” His voice trails off when a look of anguish replaces it.

“Little one, I-I’m so sorry that we failed you.” You feel tears well up in your eyes as you hear Namjoon’s voice break. Namjoon is the head of a prominent mafia family. He is one of the strongest men that you know, but he isn’t afraid of showing his emotion to the people that he cares for. Hearing his voice filled with sorrow, guilt, and pain makes you want to reach out and cradle the larger man. You hold myself back because you can’t.

“You don’t understand. My father will never let me go.” You pull out of Jungkook’s hold a little so you can steel your spine and put on a brave face. You know that you will need it. “I’m not his daughter, not really. I’m just a tool to wield. And he would never let one of his investments go.” You keep your face neutral even as you see their anger. It makes you want to reach out and comfort them, but you don’t. Involuntarily, your fingers twitch at your side.

You swear the you hear one of them growl, you think it came from Yoongi who is standing to your right. He stays just out of reach which makes your heart clench painfully. It’s like he isn’t sure if your really here and the little bit of space between you will protect his heart if you aren’t real. It’s like he wouldn’t survive you being taken from him again, even if it’s only in his head.

“I have to go. I have to leave because it’s the only way that I can protect myself.” The vulnerability in your voice makes them want to bundle you up in their arms so nothing can hurt you ever again. Jungkook’s fingers twitch at your sides because he want to hold you closer, but knows that it isn’t his decision to make. Enough men have made decisions for you; he won’t.

They would gladly be your shield if it meant that you could rest for a while. They would take on the world for you. They would take on anything and challenge everyone who dared harm you no matter the consequences. There is nothing they wouldn’t fight if it meant that you wouldn’t be forced to be alone again.

“I know that you can protect yourself, little one. I know that you are capable of fighting your battles, and I will gladly stand by and watch you.” Namjoon sounds so sure of himself. He sounds so sure of you and that confidence alone makes you look up to meet his eyes. You aren’t sure what you expect to see, but all you see is pride in his eyes. He looks so fucking proud of you and you aren’t sure what to make of that, not used to seeing such emotion.

“But just because I know that, it doesn’t mean that you have to prove it every time. Letting someone else protect you doesn’t make you weak.” When you glance at the others around him, you see they are all looking at you with the same promise. They are looking at you like you hung the stars and moon. Like you are the only thing that matters. They look at you with such intensity and emotion that you feel yourself shifting on your feet from the weight of their gazes. Jungkook’s hands land on your hips and pull you closer to his chest.

“I-I know. And I want to… I really do. But I don’t know how to.” You find that you are telling them the truth. You wanted them to save you for so long and even if you did give up, you never stopped dreaming about them. You never stopped loving them either. You don’t think that you could ever stop loving the seven boys that loved you in the best way that they could. The boys that swore to protect you from all the darkness in the world. The boys that love you despite five years of distance. You don’t think you’ll ever deserve these men, but your selfish so you also never want to give them up. You realize that despite everything, you want to be enough for them. You’d fight to be the person that they are worthy of.

They wouldn’t want to hear your thoughts though because to them, you are already everything. You give them a reason to be alive. You are the center of their world and the gravity that keeps them tethered to earth. Without you, they would float aimlessly without any direction in life. So, even if you don’t see it, they will make sure to remind you of that every single day for the rest of their lives. And one day, you’ll realize just how deeply they love you and that together you will get through the hard days.

“Shhh… It’s okay. You don’t need to know everything, we can figure it out together.” Jimin rubs circles on the inside of your wrist, trying to comfort you. But you know that Jimin likes to hold the inside of your wrist to feel your pulse. You think that he may be trying to comfort himself, just as much as he is trying to comfort you.

“I’ve always done everything on my own.” You’re barriers that were already barely up around them have fallen away completely. You sink back into Jungkook’s embrace. He peppers soft kisses on your neck and in your hair. His hands tighten around your hips. It makes you smile and twist around to bury your head into his neck. You think that this, being with them and hidden away in their embrace, may be your favorite place. You think that you would feel safe no matter where you are as long as your with your boys.

“We are here now. You’ll never be alone again.” You opened your mouth to protest Jungkook’s reassurance. But he cuts you off before you could even start. “We’ll learn together.” His hand finds the back of your neck and pushes your head into his neck even more, letting you breath in his scent and relax into his hold. You feel all the tension leave your body as Taehyung runs his hand down your spine.

“Let us protect you, not because you can’t but because we want to.” Yoongi’s voice is clear and he tilt’s your chin up out of Jungkook’s neck to catch your eyes so you can see how serious he is. You know that they’ll protect you, they’ve already done that before, but there is something deadly in his eyes that make you think this time they will be even more protective. “It makes us feel useful.” Taehyung presses a kiss to your forehead as if he is trying to seal his promise with a kiss and it makes you smile because for the first time in years you aren’t scared of your father. You know that together you and the men around you, your boys, will be strong enough to take your father down. To get retribution for the pain he caused all of you.

Then you will finally be able to find some peace. You’ll be able the rebuild your life with the men that you love— the men that love you. And this time you’ll welcome their love and express your love for them in a way that you’ve never allowed yourself to before. And no one deserves to be loved more than these men.

It’ll be then that you’ll realize that there is so much strength in being vulnerable and showing the people that you love that you love them. Expressing emotions isn’t a sign of weakness, it is an incredible strength. And that you should never have to find that part of yourself weak ever again because if anyone sees that at a weakness or threatens to exploit it, your boys will take care of it. They will never let anything hurt you ever again, even your own doubts.

Strawberry Princess Chapter Seven ‘Comfort and Cravings’

Pairing - OT7 BTS x Reader , Hybrid!BTS x Hybrid!Reader

Genre - Hybrid!Au , Hybrid BTS x Hybrid Reader, fluff, angst, eventual smut, slow burn? , alternative reality , strangers to lovers , strangers to friends, friends to lovers

Warnings - Fluff, distressed Y/n, teasing, tension, kissing, heavy petting, smut (18+) , please lmk if there’s any to add!

Summary - When a certain hybrid starts to appear whenever Jungkook is at the gym, an immediate pull is felt between the two and their eventual friendship soon is spread to the rest of his pack.

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Y/n's heat was more of a struggle than it had ever been for her. By the time it came to day 5, she felt like she couldnt take it anymore but it luckily started to dissipate on that day. Throughout those 5 days, Jin had been bringing her soups and stews to keep her full and just dropping them in her kitchen before leaving as Y/n assured the boys could take her key as she wouldnt be leaving that week. It pained them all knowing they couldnt see eachother but would be in the same apartment at some times and Y/n had to hold back from calling out to Jin everytime he came over but she knew making even a small sound could panic him, making him think she was in trouble and that wouldnt be any easier. When Y/n had started to come down from her heat on day five she texted Jungkook, letting him know and sending a message to Jin thanking him for all his efforts, she knew shed thank the others in person and didnt assume that itd be so soon; Jungkook messaged her back letting her know that if she would like he'd pick her up the next morning and they could spend the day together.

'Im not fully out of my heat Kook, its just calming down' - Y/n felt a bit embarassed as she texted but she couldnt lead him to think she wasnt in heat anymore

'I know but if you are feeling up to it i'd love to see you' - Y/n could practically see the way hed be bouncing hs leg and nibbling his lip as he waited for an answer so she immediately messaged back

'I'd love that Kookie, as long as your sure' - The smile that set over Jungkooks face that moment was wider than youd think is possible, he ran to let everyone know and to find out who would also be home. It happened to be that Taehyung and Hoseok would be home, Hobi had the day off and Tae was working on some personal designs. Everyone else would be at work, leaving and arriving at various times. Kook made sure to tell Y/n and ask again if it was okay and both ends of the phone felt a sigh of relief leave them.

Y/n was still exhausted from her day, even if she had done nothing she was always extremely fatigued on her heat, especially this time considering how much more intense it was for her. It lead her to munch on a few of the snacks from the boys before falling into a deep sleep in her nest that was sadly only weakly scented by the boys now, five days of her bursting scent put layers over everything they had lended her but it was all well because their scents kept her as grounded as possible when she was at her peak.

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The following morning Y/n woke up, still feeling the effects of her heat but energised from the day ahead of her, It lead her to finally leave her nest willingly to go into her bathroom and get ready for the day. She took a steaming shower with everything Jin had gotten her along with her own Shampoo and Conditioner, taking time to feel especially clean. She took care of her hair and tail before having the obsticle of choosing an outfit, it was freezing out and she'd only be going to their home so she opted for something comfortable. Settling for her uggs, fluffy socks and a white knitted set that looked similar to a tracksuit - a fitted hoodie that sat just over her bellybutton and flare trousers that folded over to sit just under her bellybutton, leaving just a sliver of skin that she deemed acceptable. It was also incredibly comfortable while being cute and she just left her hair down because it always made her a bit tired doing her hair and she wouldnt have the energy to stay awake later if she did, even if it was a small task.

It may have been a bit too cold for this weather to some people but Y/n was still in heat, her body still boiling under the knit clothing, any more layers would of just made her uncomfortable and these were soft on her skin, stretchy too so they didnt make her weak cramps any worse. Aches still coursed through her body and vibrated every nerve but on a significantly smaller scale to the days before, along with the problem between her thighs. She figured if she noticed it was getting too much - her scent from any arousal or natural peaking - she could just go to the bathroom to calm down and it would be okay.

That didnt exactly apply until she was in their home though, so their was an instant problem when Jungkook actually reached her apartment to pick her up, when he walked through the door, with her key that he was returning, it first off looked like he lived here and made Y/ns thoughts run wild but also, he was too attractive for her to handle. His hair was still a bit wet, he had clearly taken a shower and came straight to get her and it sat in natural waves, the top layer falling just above his ear, it looked soft but also made him too hot for her to process (190811 Jungkook). His earrings were prominent, not to mention his lip and eyebrow piercings and then his clothes, they really werent helping her state at all, a navy and tan tracksuit, white shirt peeking from underneath and he looked comfortable which made her heart warm.

Y/n really hadnt realised that she just stared at him and how he did the exact same back, both for the same reasons, they found eachother ridiculously attractive and Y/ns heat was only powering those thoughts for both of them even more. Instead of saying anything, Y/n just walked straight into his arms, feeling his own arms pulling her in and holding her warmly made her finally feel just a little bit better than she had for the past 5 days, it made her purr, pushing herself even closer as he chuckled deeply, his chest vibrating before placing a kiss to the top of her head. Y/n reluctantly let go before looking up, really not helping her case as she only hoped the wide space around her could diffuse her scent quickly but she definitely wasnt that lucky as she noticed Jungkook try to play off the way his pupils dilated his veins in his hands grew more prominent.

'You got everything you need?' - Jungkooks words made Y/n contemplate just for a minute as she really wondered wether shed need anything but she figured she wouldnt, hopefully. She just nodded with a smile but Kook took her hand to lead her down to the car.

'We missed you, you know? I missed you' - Jungkooks words made her flush and press herself slightly closer to him on their walk

'I missed you all too, so much' - She looked up at his eyes when she said that, catching his gaze as she turned his head to look at her, smiling gently, happy to finally be together even if it was just a few days, it felt like months. It made her feel giddy to know they felt the same and she swung their hands slightly smiling to herself.

Their routine to the boys’ home was as it usually is, Kook buckles her in and she falls straight asleep, she is sleepily lead up to their floor.

Y/n was snatched back to being fully awake when the door to the home opened and it wasn’t by Jungkook, instead it was Namjoon leaving, the three stood infront of eachother for a moment before the two men smiled at eachother and Namjoon smiled down at Y/n.

He was in a dark tan, tweed suit with a thick overcoat to match and looked just luxuriously attractive, he just screamed ‘boss’ and Y/n felt her body leaning in slightly, wishing to be close to the built man. It seemed that he understood as he took a step forward before gently enveloping Y/n into his warm embrace, greeting her and speaking gently to her about missing her but Y/n was so overwhelmed with his alluring and deep scent that the words seemed sort of jumbled and muffled. She just smiled and nodded, leaning into his warmth and taking in the moment, hoping he would understand and it seemed he did as he took in a sharp breath at the waves of sweet scent she was emitting before gently letting go, trying to compose himself and focus as he had to leave for work.

“I’ll see you soon yeah?” - Y/n once again nodded at his question before he smiled, adjusting the glasses on his nose and saying goodbye to Jungkook warmly hugging him too and placing a kiss to the side of his head before heading off.

Kook excitedly pulled Y/n into the apartment and she was glad he had a grip on her or she might have just crumbled there with the scents flooding her system, she started to worry as her body heated up again and her aches were increasing but was hoping that settling in would make it easier.

“Tae and Hobi hyung are still here but I’m not sure where, probably in their rooms” - Kook smiled down at her as he brought her to the living room that was so inviting, so comfy and immediately drew her in as she happily settled herself on the couch, pushing the material around her lighting kneading to get comfortable. Jungkook chuckled at her actions before sitting next to her and relaxing too, her scent made her urge to pull her in and keep her as close as possible but she seemed so comfortable where she was that he couldn’t bring himself to disturb that.

Jungkook put on a movie for them to watch as they lightly chat but he slowly dozed off into a comfortable and adorable sleep around 2/3 through, his cute sleeping face made Y/n coo but over that time she had started to become restless and hadn’t known why. Her claws had come out as she continued kneading the sofa, a small frown falling on her lips as her skin got hot and her lip wobbled slightly. Her scent was strong and started to sour from her distress but she couldn’t explain why, she was surrounded by amazing scents and in comfortable clothes, she was also on her 6th day of heat it shouldn’t be bothering her much at all.

In her rustling and frustration she hadn’t heard someone come into the room, nor seen due to the tears starting to well up in her eyes. It made her flinch when she felt two big hands settle on her shoulders gently, she snapped her head around, blinking rapidly to find a concerned Hoseok.

Looking at her Hobi immediately noticed the tears in her eyes, the lone tear that travelled down her cheek from her blinking and the wobbling of her lips as she restlessly kneaded around her. One hand remained on her shoulder as the other moved to wipe her tear, his senses were flooding with her distressed scent and he was being encouraged by his hybrid to do many things to make her feel better. He knew he wanted to help and could only really think of one suitable solution for the time being, his tail swung rapidly as he thought and ears pinned back slightly before they moved forward again to focus on tending to Y/n.

He came around to help Y/n off the couch, taking her shaky hand and leaning down slightly to get closer.

‘Let’s go make a nest hm?” - Hoseoks encouraging voice made Y/n nod rapidly and she followed him like a lost kitten, holding onto his hand with both of her own hands tightly as if he was her life source. She hadn’t started to calm down yet and her skin was almost getting itchy with heat making her let out a sad sob, the walk to where Hoseok was taking her wasn’t long but when he heard her cry he spun around, opting to move her in a different way. Without a second thought he picked her up, pushing her head into his neck and gently soothing her with a hand rubbing her back and the other held her stable, her short legs wrapped around his toned waist. Y/n buried her face in his neck, shaking slightly in his arms, her scent was driving Hoseok crazy and making him move without any thoughts, his hybrid taking over to comfort her.

He moved quickly down the hall into a room Y/n had never been before, it had the biggest bed she had ever seen in the centre with blankets and pillows all over, the perfect nesting room, their pack nesting room. Y/n was reluctant to be put down partially because she didn’t want to be let go and also because Hobi had brought her to such a intimate place and she couldn’t stand invading if anyone disagreed but as if he heard her thoughts he shushed her and knelt on the huge bed, placing her in the centre and pulling in blankets from all around to place around her, wrapping her up.

The scents closely enveloping her and pressure from the wrapping made Y/n finally calm down, her tears stopped falling and scent started to sweeten again, she could finally look up and take in her surroundings. Hobi was still knelt on the bed next to her and she shuffled herself out of the wrapped blankets, moving closer to him and urging him to sit comfortably. She felt an overwhelming urge to build a nest but not just for her, around her and Hoseok so he watched curiously as she rapidly started to arrange blankets and pillows around the two to exactly how she wanted them before she silently looked at him, expectantly.

It took Hoseok a second to realise why she was looking at him expectantly and it was for approval, he looked around at the pretty nest she had built from their scented comforters and smiled brightly at her, stroking her hair and lightly brushing over her ear, making her shudder and her eyes close as he praised her.

“It’s so good, such a good nest Y/n, so perfect for us” - His praise as he stroked over Y/n made her pure, every trace of distress disappearing, her body was still hot however and she found herself craving touch and attention. Now safely in a nest, she urged closer to Hoseok, not looking in his eyes just trying to subtly shuffle closer, he watched her amused before leaning back on his hands, smirking as he left his lap open to her. She just looked at him practically begging him to move closer but he just looked at her and raised his eyebrows.

Hoseok hadn’t really shown this side to her before and it made her needy, drove her crazy as her scent spiked up with need, her hands slowly reached out to his legs, pulling at his trousers to try to bring him closer but he didn’t move, just looked at her expectantly. Y/n lightly huffed, pushing herself forward, her legs slightly overlapping Hoseoks now but it wasn’t enough, she felt a whine build up in her throat and Hoseok sensed it immediately.

“You going to come here?” - His question encouraged her as his eyebrow raised in question at her, she looked at him a bit shocked but nodded and clumsily moved as close as possible before hesitating and climbing into his lap. There was something about Hoseok that was different to Jungkook, when it came to this he was more dominant, teased silently and made Y/n feel like all she could do was whine and obey him. When she had got onto his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck and leg straddled his own, she leant into his warmth and put her head on his shoulder, wanting nothing more than to taste him as she stared longingly at his scent glands.

“Goodgirl, Wasn’t so hard was it?” - Y/n could only shake her head no as she kept staring, Hoseoks body vibrated as he laughed at her, amused at how she would hold herself back for no apparent reason. He purposefully sent out another wave of his scent and leant his neck to the side, feeling her grip him tighter and shudder, urging closer slowly to his neck but something about her just made him want to play. That’s why he grabbed her chin, pulling her head away and right infront of him, looking down at her and observing her face, she looked more like a deer in headlights than a kitten but he just cooed at her and stroked her cheeks.

Hoseoks teasing actions made Y/n’s mind go into overdrive, she felt her body get hot again and an ache formed between her legs again, flushing out her usual scent as her arousal scent replaced it, she looked over Hoseoks devilishly handsome face before something inside her, her hybrid, seemed to control her next actions. Her gaze caught onto his heart lips, it made her lick her own and Hoseok was surprised as he realised her next intentions but not opposed at all, instead licking his lips to tease her slightly. Y/n pushed her front onto his before placing her lips on Hobis and closing her eyes, savouring the way he immediately reciprocated. Kissing him made her realise just how inexperienced she really was as he had to guide her, just as Jungkook does but his kisses are firmer, more assertive as his hands fell onto her hips and squeezed making her body light up with goosebumps and twitch.

It was clear who was in charge as Hoseok easily lead and dominated the kiss, slipping his tongue in as Y/n’s hands shook against him, moaning needily and messily reciprocating. The more she pushed into him the more she pushed onto his crotch, it felt right underneath her, made her whine and she felt him chuckle as his lips faltered for a second and body vibrated against her. It all just felt too right, the heat flaring through Y/n’s body almost seemed to get hotter and cooler at the same time, it was overwhelming and made it hard to kiss back as her breathing got harder, body twitched as she relaxed into him completely, his body keeping her up.

Kiss lips and tongue moved messily as Hoseoks was assertive, it seemed so easy for him but she was so out of breath and hot, desperately wanting more but not knowing what more is. In her clouded mind and arousal her claws came out, scratching at Hoseoks shoulders where she held on, he groaned against her and lightly bit at her lip making her gasp. She still hadn’t realised her claws were making lines through Hoseoks shirt until she moved her hands to his neck desperately, her claws sliding down his bare skin and making his moan loudly into the kiss. It made her shocked and jump on his lap slightly, landing back onto his crotch, the feeling made her gasp as Hoseoks grip on her hips tightened before he slid his hands into the band on her trousers, onto the bare skin of her hips, he stayed there, not making any further advances but his grip tightened as Y/n whined, her already messy kisses getting clumsier until Hoseok pulled away. A string of saliva connected between their lips and Y/n chased the taste that was so addicting as she tried to kiss again but he chuckled, amused at her reaction.

Y/n’s frustration multiplied with every second as she felt like she needed him to kiss and touch her again, it was so strong that tears welled up in her eyes and she couldn’t make out any words, just whining needily. Hoseoks grip tightened half as a warning and half asking for her permission to do it again but Y/n took matters into her own hands as her hands fell to his chest and pushed Hoseok down onto his back, head supported by the border of the nest. Y/n looked at him for approval and at his smirk she leant down and pushed her lips against his again, still messily as her body relaxed against him but she had to shuffle up to reach him, landing her ass on something that was getting increasingly hard underneath her, every small movement of her body against it sent shocks up her spine making her less focused and her kisses clumsier. Hoseoks hands remained on her hips, amused at her boldness and revelling in her sweet strawberry taste, urging to get more.

However, Y/n being in a more controlled position than him made his urge to be dominant quite unsettled, that’s how he took her wrists into one hand in a split second and flipped them, caging in Y/n underneath and smirking against her gasp at the sudden movement, taking in the high pitched moan she couldn’t hold in when Hoseok pressed his hips to her core. However, Hoseok only let it continue for a few seconds longer as Y/n’s already sweet scent spiked heavier with the urge of her heat and evident arousal, he wouldnt let it go too far but Y/n had other ideas.

Pulling away, Y/n lay breathless, her mind clouding with her heat as her pupils dilated, body twitched and squirmed against Hoseoks hard centre on her core and claws pressed into his shoulders, trying to pull him back. Her attempts weren’t successful at all, Hoseok clearly far stronger than her, far bigger too, she really didn’t have much of a chance and he easily pulled her back up to sitting on his lap before moving her hair to one shoulder. Y/n was about to ask, no, beg, for him to let her have more but was quickly silenced when Hoseoks hands landed on her neck, one falling to her nape and squeezing, her body let out a wave of heated scent and her body melted as he scruffed her.

“That’s it, just relax kitten” - Hoseoks soothing words pushed her body to just drop onto him, she didn’t know words could have such a big effect on her but it definitely filled Hoseok with pride as he kept whispering praises to watch her further both hoping to soothe her and watch her melt for him. His cheeky actions were interrupted by a curious Jungkook, standing in the doorway after he woke up without Y/n and followed her thick scent to the nesting room. Hobi decided he could still play with Jungkook here though, pushing Y/n’s hair out of the way, into a makeshift ponytail and pulling her head up to look at him.

“Jungkooks come to see you kitten, you going to greet him?” - Hoseok followed Y/n’s eyes infront of him, watching the dilation as she heard Kooks name; to others it may seem like Hoseok was pushing it too far but he was good at this, knew exactly where to push and how far before it would be too much and if that happened, he knew how to make it better too. Y/n’s hybrid knew exactly that and was willingly compliant and turned into a submissive ragdoll in his hands. She was still sitting in his lap but Hoseok picked her up with ease, spinning her around to push her back to his chest and holding her chin up with a firm hand, juxtaposing the soft caress of his fingers at the tips of his grip.

Y/n’s eyes felt heavy but not in a tired way, in a good way and it made it hazy as Jungkook approached her, now fully awake and with a knowing look on his face.

“Did you need to nest kitten? Did Hobi-hyung make it all better?” - Y/n wanted to nod but the heat still coursing through her body made her subconsciously pout and shake her head no. She knew he had done more than make her feel amazing but her hybrid wanted more, she wanted more, even if she couldn’t have it. Both of the men held shocked faces as they watched her, Jungkook moved in closer, replacing Hoseoks hand on her chin as his own fell down to her neck, keeping her in a submissive position.

“He didn’t make it all better? What do you need kitten?” - Jungkooks voice showed he was concerned but it quickly contorted into one he always had whenever they kissed and he could hear her responding.

“More, please more” - Y/n’s hands fell onto Hoseoks thighs as she leant in towards Jungkook on shaky hands, begging for relief from the heat in her body, she felt like her mind was slowly leaving her, all she could see was the boys and all she could feel was the raging heat in her body, the itch of her clothes that made her nose scrunch and the ache between her thighs.

“Kitty your not in the right mind, i can’t give you more” - Jungkook rubbed over Y/bs cheek with sympathy as he looked over her, noticing the tense of her thighs, the sweat starting to form a sheen on her face, the shake of her hands and the tears beginning to well up in her eyes at his words. Hoseoks grip on her hips tightened as Y/n’s scent started to get less sweet. Her mind was racing, not knowing what to do to get relief as the tears in her eyes started to fall. She was desperate for something, anything, even if she knew it wouldn’t make it better properly, only mating could do that.

“If kitten can tell us what she wants exactly, we can give her that can’t we Jungkook” - Hoseoks words made Y/n purr, leaning into him as she agreed, she needed this. She hadn’t even realised she’d have to say exactly what she wanted all she was thinking about was how they’d give it to her. Jungkook thought for a moment before moving his hand around Y/n’s neck, his thumb on her scent gland and the rest of his fingers on her nape, pushing them at the same time making her slump. That small action cleared Y/n’s mind of the heat temporarily to answer aswell as making her embarrassed at her desperation.

“What do you want kitty? Tell us” - Y/n felt hypnotised by them as her words just fell from her mouth in response

“Make the ache go away, please, make me feel good” - Y/n’s words were clumsily tumbling out, she just hoped they’d know what she meant and wouldn’t make her explain further. Maybe he was just trying to be certain but Y/n had a feeling he was being purposely teasing as Hoseok moved one hand onto her soft stomach and whispered in her ear.

“Where is it aching, show me” - His smooth voice and possible outcome made Y/n’s heart beat faster than it ever had, her head was about to spin but she knew she had to stay more conscious for a few minutes atleast. Y/n’s shaky hand left Hoseoks thigh to move to the hand on her stomach and slowly push it down, refusing to look at either of the boys in embarrassment, when his hand reached just above her core she hesitated for a moment, not having the courage to move it down to where she needed and looked up at Jungkook, begging with her eyes for him to just do it for her. Instead, he leant in, rubbing over her cheek and told her what she had to do if she wanted it.

“Come on, put it where you need it princess and you’ll get given just what you want” - the rasp in his voice made Y/n’s body twitch, her hand moving as he told her too, pushing down Hoseoks hand further until she moved it to cup her core, the first contact made Y/n gasp loudly and fall forward, ridiculously sensitive. Hoseok’s hand on her hip moved to around her waist quickly to stabilise her, that didn’t distract him from the feeling that flew through his body, the warmth under his hand, knowing where he was touching, what Y/n was asking for, it made his pupils sharpen, chest start to tumble and tail flick harshly as her scent and heat tainted his senses.

He made eye contact with Jungkook, sharing a knowing look before taking a breathe to calm himself and whisper into Y/n’s ear

“Are you sure you want that Kitten?” - Hoseoks words combined with his hand over her core made Y/n whine and nod desperately. He didn’t like that though and moved his hand away, leaving Y/n practically begging for his touch again

“Use your words and you can have anything you want kitten” - Y/n’s yes’ fell out her mouth instantly at his words and her continuous stream of ‘yes’ was cut off when Hoseok followed through with his words, easily manoeuvring her further on his lap, her legs straddling one of his thighs as he gently lowered her to put pressure on her core, it made Y/n moan and fall forward again, reaching out to clutch onto Jungkooks shirt snd waistband for support.

“How do you want us to help you princess?” - Jungkook spoke, leaning down to get closer to Y/n but only got a broken response from her

“Touch m-e, please” - the desperation in her voice had both of the boys itching to make it all better but they would only let so much happen at this point. Y/n’s breathing was laboured, thighs tending as she pushed herself forward on Hoseoks thigh, trying to subtly grind on it but it was instantly noticed by both of them.

Y/n’s wishes were granted when Hoseok put one hand onto her throat before gently pulling her back to lay against his shoulder, tilting her head and kissing up her neck, putting pressure on her scent gland and making her whine and moan with pleasure. Jungkook on the other hand, leant in and captured her lips, kissing her in a way he had never done before, it was rough and desperate, Y/n’s state made it both easier and harder to reciprocate the kiss as she needed it just as much as he seemed too but her mind was hazy with everything going on. Her grinding grew less subtle and became disorganised, sloppy as the pressure wasn’t enough for the relief she needed, it had her hands falling to her clothes, her skin itchy as she pulled at the material to temporarily separate them from her skin.

When the heat only grew Y/n had to detach from the kiss with tears filling her eyes, her claws desperately pulling at the material of her trousers when Jungkook looked down, moving his hands around her waist and pulling her body up from Hoseoks thigh for a moment.

“You want these off kitty? It’s itching isn’t it” - Kooks words were smooth and soothing, at her nods he slipped his hands into her waistband, Hoseok temporarily detached from her neck and Jungkook lifted her easily, swiftly pulling down the trousers that were bothering her so much leaving her bare legs, lower stomach and panties on full display. The removal of her clothes had another, stronger wave of her arousal hitting the two boys, harsher than before making Hoseok groan and Jungkooks hands shake as he scrunched his eyes shut, nostrils flaring as he fought to stay fully conscious.

It was already hard to focus but seemed impossible when his hands let Y/n fall back onto Hoseoks thigh and she moaned in response, relieved as the itch was gone but the ache still remained. Both boys had different views, over Y/n’s shoulder Hoseok could see the thick, shaking thighs that wrapped around his own and feel the warmth of her arousal but Jungkook could see her soft stomach that always made him crumble, the thighs that he dreamed of sleeping on or being between and then inbetween, he could see the white panties that were soaked through, just about to leak onto Hoseoks jeans, his pupils dilated more than ever before and when he met Y/n’s eyes, he felt the urge to take another step.

His hands fell onto the band at the top of her panties, playing with the cute bow on them as he moved to kiss her again but this time, his fingertips danced over the transition of fabric and skin at the top of her panties as he waited for any sign of Y/n wanting him to stop.

“Tell me if you want me to stop or slow down” - Jungkook spoke against her lips, letting her respond with a “I will” before crashing back onto her lips, their kiss vibrating with her moans as Hoseok licked and sucked at her neck, rubbing his hands over her body and squeezing her thighs, feeling his hands melt into the plump flesh. Jungkook moved his hands slowly, teasing his fingers below the waistband of her panties before moving under it, his fingers landing on her soft pussy, making Y/n moan and grip harshly into him, kissing him harder and he let her adjust. She was soaked, even before moving into her folds he knew there would be strings of her arousal attached to his fingers as she leaked onto him, so warm and wet.

Y/n came to a thought before pulling away for a second, gripping Jungkooks arm as she struggled to focus

“I-I’ve never- I’ve never done any of this before- any of it” - Y/n’s words made both boys pause, realisation flooding them as to what she really meant because there is a good majority of hybrids who do not engage in any kind of sexual activity until they find the person or people their hybrid feels particularly attached too. These hybrids often don’t even have experience with any sexual interaction with themselves let alone others, meaning Y/n hadn’t done anything, completely inexperienced, even though Jungkook had gathered that she hadn’t done anything with other people it hadn’t crossed his mind that she might not have even explored herself in that way before. It didn’t stop them at all, infact it made them feel electric, an excitement they hadn’t felt before in this way since all of the boys had atleast explored themselves before they met.

“That’s okay Y/n, we’ll take care of you if you want that” - Jungkooks words were the encouragement she needed as she nodded confidently and rapidly, only to realise her mistake when Hoseoks grip that had moved onto her soft hips tightened, Y/n’s mind flooded back to when he told her to use her words.

“Yes please” - It was all the boys needed to carry on, Hoseoks hands moving around Y/n’s body again, his kisses turning into sucks, leaving his mark all over her neck where it would be too difficult to cover for the next few days, maybe even for a week. Jungkook leant back in to capture Y/n’s lips while his fingers gently started to rub circles into her clit, the contact had Y/n letting out muffled moans and whines, only enhanced when Hoseok would bite down or grip somewhere particularly hard; his rough tongue made the experience seem to triple in pleasure. He took that chance to lean in to her ear, separating Y/n and Jungkook for a second as he moved his hands to the hem of her top, slipping them under and under the band of her bra only slightly.

“Can I take these off?” - His voice was deep but equally soft, Jungkook could feel how much his hyungs words affected her when his fingers where flooded even more with her arousal making his gaze drop and eyes widen slightly. Y/n was quick to answer with a breathy ‘yes please’ and Hoseok was quick to oblige. He pulled the top up and over her head quickly and Jungkooks gaze snapped back up at her bra clad breasts were revealed, large and clearly soft as they bounced from every moved, he could feel his mouth water at the sight and even more so when Hoseok expertly unclasped the back and helped her to pull it off completely. She was sitting in only her panties now, in all her glory, happy to let the two boys take in the sight even if she was growing shy, Jungkooks hand had stopped moving with his focus taken by the sight infront of him and even though Hoseok didn’t have the view Jungkook did, he made the absolute most of it, moving his large hands forward to gently hold each of her breasts, they were spilling out of his grasp at every angle and Y/n gasped as his palms sat over her sensitive nipples.

Slowly, Hoseok moved to use his fingers around her nipples, toying with them while supporting the rest of her breasts with his palms, even if his hands were ridiculously large to her, they couldn’t hold all of them up, still spilling out, they felt like heaven to him, soft and warm, clearly sensitive as Y/n’s mouth fell open and strangled moans and gasps tumbled out from the stimulation, her noises made Jungkook come back from his daze and mouth his hands again, catching Hoseoks gaze and using his free hand to turn Y/n’s head towards Hoseok where he caught her lips in a feverish kiss. Y/n was a mess at the stimulations, hands all over her body making her feel better than she could imagine as Jungkooks hands explored her folds and Hoseoks explored her chest.

Jungkook took the opportunity to sit back slightly, moving his fingers from her clit down to her hole and up again, repeating the movement a few time while taking in the sight of her and his mate, the two of them making his own crotch harder than he could imagine, more than it already was , pushing against his sweatpants. Y/n’s brows were furrowed cutely as her entire body twitched and she struggled to keep up with Hoseoks kiss while she had so much going on all at once, so many new feelings that she couldn’t get enough of. While Jungkook couldn’t wait to be inside of her as his fingers caught her hole slightly more than once in his movements, he knew that was something for another time and instead her slipped back up to her clit, putting slightly more pressure in his circles as he watched Y/n detach from Hoseok for a second to throw her head back onto his shoulder in a high pitched moan that nearly echoed in the room, it made both Jungkook and Hoseoks eyes roll back as they couldn’t focus on anything but her, if they were more aware they would realise how anyone in the home would easily hear and smell what was going on.

Jungkooks gaze was captured by Hoseoks hands on her breast again and he indulged his curiosity, leaning down and letting Hoseok hold one of her breasts while his lips captured one of the erect nipples, his warm mouth enveloping them while Y/ns moans grew louder, higher pitched and more frequent, losing her breath and desperately searching for something to ground her which she found in Hoseoks neck, attached her mouth to it and sucking harshly, making him let out a moan of his own, all three of them couldn’t stay quiet especially as Jungkooks hand was being flooded in Y/n’s panties, his tongue was slipping over her soft nipples, revelling in the taste and feeling in his mouth, Y/n’s marking on Hoseoks never stopped and his hands didn’t cease their movements even for a second.

Y/n was flooded with so much pleasure her head began spinning, the heat in her body was no longer a bother it was something so pleasurable but as all the sensations took over her at once she could feel something building up, her thighs tightened around Hoseoks as they shook and her body grew restless, she had to let go of Hoseoks neck and shoot her head up searching for his lips as she trembled, he gave her just what she wanted but pulled back to whisper in her ear

“That’s it, your doing so well baby, doing so well for us” - his rough words made a wave course through Y/n’s body and her eyes flew open, the feeling becoming all too much as she couldn’t get any words out, her entire body shaking as her hands flew out to grip onto Jungkooks head and Hoseoks heads, her hands tangling and pulling their locks as her cries flew out. When the building up at her core grew to a point where it seemed to take over she tried her best to warn them in alarm.

“H-Hobi, I-it” - her words were stuttered and quiet, cut off by another moan but he seemed to understand just fine, making his own movements faster and moving one hand to push Jungkooks fingers just a bit harder onto her clit.

“Just let go baby” - that really seemed to do it as Y/n could t even process what was happening when she practically screamed out, her entire body shaking violently, hips pushing into Jungkooks hand and back arching while she latched back onto Hoseoks neck, biting down harshly and revelling in his groan as she came all over Jungkooks fingers, soaking them more if that is even possible before whimpering in sensitivity, the sounds that flooded the boys ears made them shudder in pleasure and impossibly hard before they slowly stopped their movements and moved away, Hoseoks arms wrapped around Y/n’s soft waist tightly, grounding her as she licked over his neck softly with her rough tongue, soothing the bites while Jungkook used his free hand to gently rub her thighs, taking his other hand out of her panties away from her throbbing clit and becoming shocked at the way his entire hand was soaked, caught up in strings of arousal that smelled impossibly sweet.

As Y/n’s breathing started to slow she looked up from her position and saw Jungkooks glossy lips and soaked hand, making her grow shy and bury her face in her hands with a meek ‘I’m sorry’ to which she got multiple protests, her chest was still heaving and thighs shaking unmistakably. Her panties began to feel cold, sticky and uncomfortable without Jungkooks warm hands and she squirmed slightly, still dazed from the best feeling she’s ever experienced.

“You did so well kitty, did you enjoy it? Does it feel better?” - Jungkooks soft words filled Y/n’s ears and his praise made her thighs tighten slightly again but she nodded repeatedly before uncovering her eyes and looking at him infront of her and then Hoseok behind her, they looked so big around her it made her feel tiny, in the best way, she melted into Hoseoks arms closing her eyes lazily and he gave Jungkook a pointed look.

Jungkook got the hint, standing to go clean up and help her clean up but his hand caught his eye again and he couldn’t resist bringing one of his fingers to his mouth, tasting her arousal and having his eyes roll back at the sweet sticky dessert coating his tongue. When he opened his eyes again he saw Hobi’s envious gaze before bringing another coated finger to his mates lips, feeling his tongue swirl around and envelope his finger had him shuddering, especially as Hoseok had the same reaction, eyes rolling back and chest rumbling in delight. They knew they couldn’t have too much of the sweet dessert so Jungkook reluctantly gave Hoseok one last smirk and a quick kiss, sharing the sweet taste between each other sensually before pulling away to go to the bathroom across the hall.

As soon as he left the room he caught another scent, Taehyung, who had just left his bedroom and gave Jungkook a smirk, looking at his hand that still had a ridiculous amount of Y/n’s arousal and cum on it.

“You went further hm? I could hear her from my room, you must of made her feel good” - Taehyungs deep and smooth voice made Jungkook smile bashfully nodding and rushing over to capture him in a kiss, his entire body against his mate which made Taehyung laugh into the feverish kiss before pulling away.

“It clearly made you feel good, did you touch her tail?” - Taehyung was curious about the entire thing but this was something that made all his experiences impossibly better, so amazing that he couldn’t even think and he wondered if she was similar, being a feline too

“No, but now you’ve said it maybe doing that would of been too much this time, she hasn’t done anything before” - Jungkook was prideful that he was the first to give her that kind of pleasure and even more so when Taehyungs face morphed into one of surprise and then curiosity. He glanced down at Jungkooks hand before Jungkook followed, getting a torturous thought.

“You want to try it?” - Jungkook brought his hand infront of Taehyungs lips, making eye contact while the older opened his lips and took a curious lick, only for his pupils to blow out and take one of Jungkooks fingers that was still covered in the slick, running his rough tongue along the length before sucking any remaining off desperately. The sweet taste made him feel insane, getting into a similar situation as Jungkook as his crotch hardened from the semi it began at just from the sounds and scent filling the house. Jungkook smirked before stepping away and going to the bathroom to clean up, leaving Taehyung.

He cleaned his hands and looked in the mirror to find himself nearly as wrecked as Y/n seemed, hot and breathing heavily before he smiled at the earlier occurance and got a small towel, wetting it with some warm water and going quickly into both his own room and Hobi’s room, collecting a variety of clothes for Y/n, His boxers and Hoseoks sweater and sweatpants which would inevitably be too large for her. With that he hurried back to the room to find Hoseok had repositioned Y/n to lay on her side, her back against Hoseok and head against a soft pillow.

Kook approached happily, gently moving Y/n to lean further into Hoseoks chest so she was more on her back than her side.

“Can I clean you up kitty? I have some clothes to change you in to if that’s okay?” - Y/n lazily nodded with a sweet smile and moved one of her thighs to rest ontop of Hoseoks so he could clean her up. Jungkook smiled and put down the clothes next to him as he knelt on the bed and moved the towel to clean her up before realising her leg was slipping down which would make it hard to help her. Hobi realised too and moved to grab a handful of her thigh and held it up, letting Jungkook move his hand under the band of her panties and gently clean her up, every little contact made her body flinch but she didn’t protest.

When it was time to put new clothes on her still very naked body, Hobi sat up, manhandling her up and Jungkook put the top he got onto her, making Hoseok smile as he recognised it as one of his own, when it was on, Jungkook hesitated as he noticed how Y/n kept squirming uncomfortably in her panties and took a breathe before asking her shyly.

“Do you want me to take these off? I’ve got some briefs you can wear, they’ll be comfortable” - Y/n didn’t even hesitate before nodding, not quite acknowledging that he’d be taking off her panties but not protesting when his slim and cold fingers slowly hooked onto the band of her panties while Hoseok gripped her waist and held her up so Jungkook could take them off.

Jungkook tried to be a gentlemen and not look but his hands brushed her core again as he pulled them down and the most intense version of her scent hit him, spreading around the room like a wildfire as soon as they were off, it made his head shoot forward, trying to divert his eyes as he caught Hoseoks, both their pupils were blown out and hearts were pulsing loudly. Jungkook had to shakily grab his briefs and pull them up over her soft legs, they were basically like mini shorts for her but he still pulled up some sweats for her too. That was until Y/n seemed to start to come back to reality off her cloud

“Could I just wear the briefs, it’s really hot, if that’s okay” - Y/n was shy when she asked but the remains her heat were making her body run hotter than usual still and the home was warm for the winter so it was the best option in her eyes

“Of course you can baby” - Hoseok agreed and knew it would drive everyone crazy if she was just wearing that but anything for her.

The three moved from the nesting room back to the sofa where the trio got comfy on the couch and where Y/n began to drift off before Taehyung came into the room, his scent caused her tail to raise and swing, ears attentive before the rest of her body moved. She had been laying over Jungkooks lap, his strong thighs under her head while her own legs were resting over Hobi’s, his hands rubbing over her smooth calves.

She hadn’t quite grasped what had really happened since she got there, bathing in the scent of the two males she grew to feel so deeply for that’s also why she didn’t even think about how she was only in Jungkooks briefs and Hobi’s sweatshirt when Taehyung leant over the back of the couch they were on and immediately started his teasing.

“I’m sure you’re tired Y/n, all those new experiences hm?” - Taehyungs deep sultry voice made goosebumps rise across her body, cheeks flush with a pink cast before her eyes widened at the meaning behind his words. Her ears twitched, tail ceased its movement as she caught his striking eyes. The two boys beside her simply sat back and watched the interaction, knowing Taehyung missed out earlier when he was just a few doors over. She quickly shook her head in denial at his words leaving Taehyung to raise his eyebrows in surprise before smirking again.

“Then you won’t mind helping me with something quickly?” - Taes tail began to swing behind him as Yang/n nodded and stood up, letting him lead her to a new room. It was covered in gorgeous designs, fabrics of every kind and a beautiful desk, mannequins and all sorts, clearly Taehyung and maybe Jimins design room, it made Y/n confused as to why she was here, leading her to shyly play with the hem of Hobi’s sweatshirt as Taehyung moved around the room before clearing a table and leaning back on it, taking in the sight of the strawberry scented princess infront of him before smirking and stalking over, holding onto her waist and looking down at her. His next words and his current actions made her strawberry scent spike even sweeter, knees growing weak and her pupils dilating as she looked up, ears fully towards him and nothing else while she took in his god-like appearance.

“How would you feel about modelling for me? Being my muse”

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Thank you so much for reading! I know it’s been a while but it’s out and hopefully another chapter soon!

Please let me know if you enjoyed! I’d love some asks and Drabble requests for strawberry princess so please lmk if you have any! This hasn’t been proofread and there may be mistakes!

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My Favorite A/B/O Stories (Part 8)

Make You Mine | Purple Silk 

Now I'm Yours | Distance Makes The Heart Grow Fonder

@colormepurplex2 

Jungkook x Reader, omegaverse, enemies to lovers, Alpha Jungkook, Omega Reader

It’s been a week since you presented as…omega. You still cringe thinking about it. It’s not that you don’t want to be an omega, you’re just not sure why everyone keeps treating you like you’re made of glass now. You know Omegas are rare, even more rare than an Alpha. But, it’s bad enough you feel like every alpha in your family wrinkles their nose at you, saying you smell kind of funny. They don’t smell so great themselves. You just wish they would treat you the same as before.

Your dad explained that because omegas are the only designation an alpha can be truly mated with, we’re talking soulmate level bonding, all the alphas in your family have been trying to determine whether your scent matches theirs. It doesn’t. The way you smell puts them on edge, their alpha knows you’re an omega and they also know that either your true mate hasn’t been born yet (maybe never will) or they’re part of another family. That last possibility doesn’t make anyone happy.

Providence

@alexlwrites

BTS Hyung Line x Reader, omegaverse, royalty au, abused reader

And through some happenstance, casual and cruel, shaped by the hands of the Moon goddesses, you ended up face to face with what They considered your fated mates.

Of course, they didn’t know that - how could they recognize their goddess-given match if you had no scent? As long as you didn’t reach maturity, only you would feel this pull, this constant urge pooling at your lower abdomen when their scents filled your nose and sent your eyes rolling back.

You knew your place and it was not amongst royalty.

marked

@igbylicious

Wooyoung x Reader, werewolf au, implied poly ot8

Wooyoung is the newest member of your pack, and under tonight’s full moon you will claim him as your mate. 

Full Moon

@moonjella

Park Jisung x Reader, werewolf au, human reader, first rut together

your boyfriend, jisung has his rut and has been avoiding you all day. for the first time his rut has aligned with a full moon making it much more powerful than usual. he's afraid of hurting you, but you show him just how strong you can be and how much of him you can take.

Honeysuckle, Honey Boy, Honey Sweet

@beesspacedotorg

Hyunjin x Reader, omegaverse, Beta Hyunjin, Omega Reader, bdsm themes

You take care of your Beta during his rut, and he’s sweet as can be.

You love your Hyunjin, your honey boy. That’s how you refer to him in your head, as yours. In all reality, you share him with the pack, but he holds a special place in your heart. He found you first, he kissed you first, he was your first in this pack for many things.

Road Not Taken

@mostlycompetentwriter

Bang Chan x Reader, werewolf au, immature reader

It’s true that Bang Chan, the legendary pack alpha of the Stray Wolves, had never felt the need to take a mate until he met Y/N, the much-younger she-wolf who stole his heart. As the pack alpha’s mate, there are certain expectations that she must meet in her position, but she’s still learning while also getting into trouble with her close friends Seungmin and Jeongin. 

helping hand

@starryhyuck

Jeno x Reader, omegaverse, Alpha Jeno, Omega Reader, implied Haechan x Reader

after your regular heat partner, donghyuck, flakes on you for your next cycle, your roommate is more than happy to take his place.

destiny.

@starryhyuck

Jeno x Reader, omegaverse, soulmate au, Alpha Jeno, Omega Reader

your first meeting with the notorious lee jeno sends you spiraling into heat. 

pretty girl 

@starryhyuck

Jaemin x Reader, Alpha Jaemin, human reader, college au

you hate that jaemin follows you around every full moon. you’re determined to know the reason why, but you end up getting more than you asked for.

Kinktober Day Thirty-One: A/B/O - Felix/Changbin

@violet-1atte

Felix x Changbin, omegaverse, member x member, Alpha Felix, Omega Changbin

“Binnie,” Felix called softly. He stood at the edge of the nest, not wanting to get in until Changbin gave him express permission. It was taking a great amount of self control not to pounce Changbin right then and there. He looked so pretty all spread out in his nest. He’d gotten a little chubby lately as they prepared for this heat and that only made him more enticing. He looked so soft and supple. Perfect for Felix to sink his teeth into–

CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)

{Chapter Thirteen – Feelings, Feelings And More Feelings}

Pairing: OT7 BTS!HYBRID X FEM!HUMAN READER

Kim Namjoon: Black Mackenzie Valley Alpha wolf

Kim Soekjin: White Alpha Lion

Min Yoongi: White Alpha Jaguar

Jung Hosoek: Alpha Snow Leopard

Park Jimin : Alpha Albino Cobra

Kim Taehyung: Alpha White/ Bleached Tiger

Jeon Jungkook: Alpha Black Panther

Reader: Heaven Valentino Human

Status: Ongoing

RATED (M) FOR MATURE

Words: 5.8K!

WARNING: EVENTUAL SMUT, BLOOD GORE, DETAILED GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION, ABUSE (ALL FORMS), PROFANITY, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, CHARACTER DEATH(MINOR), SADOMASOCHISM ACTS, MENTIONS OF BDSM, ETC...

CHAPTER WARNING: None just enjoy the moment 😉

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MATERIALIST

Heaven's POV 

Things have been looking up and I am beyond grateful for how things have been progressing. The boys have displayed a newfound protective streak towards me. It's quite amusing because, as their protector, it's my role to shield them. However, witnessing their eagerness to safeguard me is endearing. It's a different feeling to have others watching out for you apart from your own family; there's a sense of comfort in that.

Fortunately, my recovery has been successful, and I am eager to dive back into work. There's an exciting new project with investors on the horizon that demands my full attention. Meanwhile, the boys are diligently continuing their training. With the assistance of my brothers, Uncle's men, and other trusted individuals, the boys are making remarkable progress. 

Though I try to join in their training sessions whenever possible, balancing work commitments can be quite challenging.

As I was preparing for the day ahead, a familiar knock echoed through the door. "Come in," I called out, welcoming the visitor into my space.

"Morning, Jagi," Yoongi greeted me warmly as he stepped into the room.

"Morning, sweetie," I reciprocated the greeting with a smile, appreciating the familiar presence in my surroundings.

Ever since I fell ill, Yoongi has been incredibly attentive and caring towards me. It's like he's made it his mission to always be by my side, ensuring I'm comfortable and taken care of. At times, his protectiveness is a bit overwhelming, like when he insisted on accompanying me even to the bathroom. Though I had to draw a line there, I couldn't deny the warmth I felt from his constant presence.

It was reassuring to know that he was there for me during my time of need.

One peculiar thing that Yoongi started doing was showering me with pet names, with "kitten" and "Jagi" being his favorite ones.

Whenever he affectionately referred to me by those names, I couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions, like a high school girl with a crush. There was something about the sweet and endearing nature of those pet names that never failed to make me blush and feel special.

Interestingly, I noticed that Yoongi seemed to take pleasure in seeing my reactions whenever he used those pet names. His subtle smirks and mischievous glances whenever I squirmed or blushed indicated that he found joy in teasing me, adding a playful dynamic to our interactions that I found both amusing and endearing.

As I was delicately putting on my earrings, Yoongi approached me from behind and enveloped me in a tight embrace, his arms encircling my waist. I could feel my heart rate quicken as his warm breath gently caressed the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

With a deep inhale, he leaned in closer, whispering, "You smell so good," his words laden with a hint of desire.

Lately, I've noticed a peculiar behavior from the boys - they've been sniffing me every chance they get. Initially, I found it a bit strange, but I chalked it up to their hybrid instincts kicking in. Now, it's become a regular occurrence, they scent me whenever I step out alone or even inside the house.

According to them, it helps them stay calm and also acts as a warning to other hybrids that I'm already claimed by them. I already knew that, but seeing them pout every time I playfully reject their advances and hearing their repetitive explanation just adds to the amusement factor.

It's insanely adorable.

"Kitty, as much as I'd love to stay, you know I have to head to work," I explained while putting on the final touch of lip gloss.

He let out a whine near my ear, and I had to stifle a laugh to keep from giving in to his antics. It's moments like these that make me appreciate their unique ways of expressing affection. Even though their gestures might seem unusual to others, to me, it's endearing and a reminder of the special bond we share.

The boys have definitely grown much clingier, especially Yoongi. Surprisingly, I thought Yoongi wasn't too fond of physical contact, but Jungkook spilled the beans that Yoongi actually adores cuddles.

As I turn to Yoongi, our faces so close that I can feel his breath on my skin, my cheeks burn with embarrassment. There's a different kind of tension between us, a tension that I can't quite explain. It's new and exciting, but also scary.

My feelings towards the boys have shifted. Initially, I saw them purely as my family, my closest friends, my protectors. It was a bond built on trust and camaraderie. But now, things seem to be taking a turn, and I'm not sure how to navigate these uncharted waters.

What if my feelings aren't reciprocated? What if they see me as just another human trying to take advantage of them, like so many others have done in the past? I can't bear the thought of them thinking that I'm only interested in them because of their hybrid nature.

I don't want to be painted with the same brush as those who have mistreated them in the past. I genuinely care for them, not just because of what they are, but because of who they are as individuals. It's a delicate balance, trying to show them my true intentions without scaring them away.

Maybe it's time to have an honest conversation with them, to lay my cards on the table and hope that they understand where I'm coming from. I need to make it clear that my feelings towards them are genuine and pure, untainted by the prejudices that others may have towards hybrids.

I can only hope that they see me for who I am, someone who values and respects them for the incredible beings that they are. And if they feel the same way towards me, then maybe, just maybe, we can navigate this new chapter in our relationship together.

But not right now, things have to settle down before I can think of possibly going further.

I clear my throat awkwardly, feeling a mix of shyness and affection as I slightly pull away from his embrace, my hands touching his soft cheeks. I try to reassure him with a warm smile, "I'll be back soon, okay? And then we can cuddle as much as you want."

His response is a mixture of playfulness and possessiveness, with a hint of seductiveness in his voice as he hugs me tight and says, 

"Okay, but when you get back. You're mine for the rest of the night." The way he utters the word "mine" sends a shiver down my spine, it sounds so possessive and dark, awakening a fire within me. However, I quickly rationalize that he's just being protective, not wanting to share me with others and simply wanting my company for cuddles.

I push away those intense thoughts, not wanting to overanalyze his words, and respond with a smile before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Okay, I promise. I better get going, kiss the boys good morning for me," I say as I hastily grab my bag, preparing to leave.

His expression twists in slight disgust at the mention of kissing the boys. His reaction brings a chuckle to my lips before I turn and head towards the door, leaving him behind.

As I walk away, a mix of emotions swirl within me. The possessiveness in his tone lingers in my mind, making me feel both desired and slightly apprehensive.

I can't help but wonder if there's a deeper meaning behind his words, if there's a hidden passion waiting to be unleashed between us. Yet, I push aside those thoughts, focusing on the simple sweetness of our bond, the comfort of our cuddles, and the trust we share.

3rd Person POV

As the clock strikes 12:00, all the boys groggily wake up and make their way to the kitchen. Jin stretches his arms widely, Jungkook yawns loudly, and Taehyung rubs his eyes sleepily. The first thing on their minds is the absence of Heaven.

"Hey, where's Heaven today?" Jimin asks, looking around the room for any signs of her.

Yoongi clears his throat and speaks up, "She left early for work.”

Namjoon sets his tea down and announces, "Today we'll be training with Heaven's uncle, the head of the Italian Mafia." The room falls silent, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

Jimin speaks up, "Wow, that's intense. Heaven never told us much about her family. We've only been around her and her brothers and we are yet to meet her parents. I hope we don't mess this up."

Yoongi senses the tension in the air and offers some advice, "Heaven mentioned her uncle doesn't like submissive behavior. We need to show him respect, but without bowing down to him. We have to stand our ground, maintain eye contact, and show confidence."

Jin nods thoughtfully, "Got it. We'll treat him like any other person, with respect and dignity."

As they finish their late breakfast, the boys share light-hearted banter to ease their nerves. Jungkook jokes about their upcoming training session, making everyone laugh. Taehyung adds in his own witty remarks, lightening the mood.

"Today's going to be interesting," Namjoon remarks silently.

As they all gathered around the living room the Valentino Brothers walked in conversation in light banter.

Curious about the situation, Hobi decided to join the conversation and ask about the teasing. "Hey guys, what's up? What's with Dante calling Andre an old geezer?" he asked, a grin playing on his lips as he observed the dynamic between the brothers.

Dante, ever the instigator, didn't hesitate to spill the beans. "Oh, that? Well, you see, our dear older brother here is going on a date with his long-time secretary, whom he's had a crush on for ages," he revealed, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he glanced at Andre, who looked a mixture of embarrassed and pleased.

"Wow, Andre, congrats!" Namjoon exclaimed, genuinely happy for his friend. "But why the name-calling, Dante?" he prodded, eager to uncover the full story.

With a dramatic flourish, Dante leaned in and shared the juicy details. "That's because, on their first date, Andre here wants to bring her home. And not just any home—his parents' home, the meet-the-family kind of home!" he exclaimed, his laughter infectious as the gravity of Andre's bold move sank in.

The group erupted into laughter, imagining poor Andre nervously introducing his date to his family on their very first outing. The camaraderie of their friendship shining through in moments like this.

Andre felt his face turning hot with embarrassment as Dante and the rest of the guys began to tease him. He couldn't help but feel defensive as Dante mocked his outdated sense of dating. 

"What's wrong with that?!" he piped in, trying to defend his preference for traditional dating. 

Dante's teasing only intensified as he painted a humorous picture of Andre as a relic from the 1800s, choosing a wife to bear children and manage the household. The other guys joined in with laughter, clearly finding the situation amusing.

“It would be okay if you were in the 1800s and you've chosen a wife to take home, a wife who's going to bear your children and make sure the household is running smoothly like come on Andre this is the 21st century you don't do that kind of stuff we go on dates at a restaurant with candlelights if you know what that is — oh wait I forgot you're a grandpa in a soon to be 30-year-old's body," Dante taunted, relishing in his brother's discomfort. 

Andre couldn't help but chuckle at Dante's exaggerated comparisons. While he appreciated the traditional values he held dear, he also understood the need to adapt to modern dating norms. Deep down, he knew his friends were just teasing him in good fun, but it still stung a little to be the butt of their jokes.

As the banter continued, Andre realized that maybe it was time to step out of his comfort zone and embrace a more contemporary approach to dating. Perhaps he could suggest planning a group outing to a nice restaurant with candlelights, as Dante had suggested, to show that he could adapt to the times while still holding onto his beliefs.

In the end, Andre knew that his friends were just looking out for him and trying to help him loosen up a bit. Despite the initial embarrassment, he was grateful to have such a tight-knit group of guys who always had his back, even if it meant teasing him every now and then.

The group of boys burst into laughter as Namjoon manages to regain his composure first. He wipes a tear from his eye and lets out a chuckle before placing a comforting hand on his bestfriend's shoulder.

"Hey man, don't sweat it. It's not a bad idea at all, but maybe ease into it a bit. I don't think she'd be super keen on meeting your parents right off the bat, especially if it's a date and not, you know, as your secretary," Namjoon says with a grin, trying to lighten the mood.

He suggests, "How about going on the first and second date first, see how things click, and then maybe on the third date you can think about introducing her to the folks."

The boys continue to share a good laugh, with Yoongi interjecting and asking about Marcus' whereabouts. Turns out, Marcus is tied up with some business at the moment but promises to join them shortly. The group settles back into their banter, enjoying each other's company.

~Two Hours Later~

Benjamin Valentino stood in the backyard observing the boys as they got ready. His expression could only be described as sheer delight. It was clear that he was impressed by the boys' demeanor and how they held themselves with confidence in his presence.

As he watched the boys closely, a realization dawned upon him. He understood why Heaven had taken in these hybrids. There was an air of something primal and untamed about them, a wildness that seemed to exude from their very beings.

It sent a chill down his spine, a feeling that bordered on both fear and fascination.

Anticipation thrummed through him as he imagined the upcoming training session. He could already envision these boys transforming into formidable forces to be reckoned with.

They had the potential to become unstoppable, lethal warriors who commanded respect wherever they went. People would cower in their presence, not just because they were backed by Heaven, but because of the innate ability they possessed to instill fear in others.

Hybrids, often relegated to the role of mere servants or toys for humans, were looked down upon and considered inferior. But in that moment, as he observed the boys in the backyard, he saw beyond that prejudice.

These hybrids were not just creatures to be used and discarded at whim. They were powerful beings with a strength and presence that demanded attention.

Benjamin's arrival had set a chain of events in motion, leading to a potential transformation in these boys. They were on the cusp of becoming something greater, something primal and formidable. And as the man looked on, a sense of both excitement and trepidation settled within him.

What would these boys become after their training? How would they navigate a world that often looked down upon their kind?

Only time would tell, but one thing was certain – the boys were no longer just hybrids. They were on the path to becoming something extraordinary, something that would redefine how they were perceived in a world that had long underestimated their strength and potential.

When the boys finally gave him their undivided attention, Benjamin wasted no time getting down to business.

"Alright, listen up," he began, his voice carrying a gruff and rough edge that demanded respect.

"I don't need to run through the basics with you. You'll learn as you fight. In this life, especially the one you're living, with the kind of people you're interacting with, you've got to be confident, headstrong, and calculative. Fighting doesn't always involve fists and kicks; you can fight with your mind too.

So, as you train, I'll teach you how to mentally battle someone, how to manipulate them with just simple words. That's the life of being a part of the Valentino family. Understood?" The boys shouted a ‘yes Sir’ in agreement, absorbing every word with intensity.

Benjamin's eyes, though neutral in expression, maintained a sharpness that hinted at his cautious and calculating nature. As the head of the Italian Mafia, he knew trust was a luxury he couldn't afford.

His eyes remained on high alert, constantly scanning their surroundings for any potential threats. In his world, one wrong move could lead to dire consequences, and he made sure to always stay one step ahead.

Despite the intimidation that naturally emanated from him, there was an unspoken understanding among the boys that his guidance was crucial for their survival in the dangerous world they inhabited. The Valentino family was not one to be underestimated, and under Benjamin's leadership, they had thrived against all odds.

Benjamin Valentino, the formidable leader of one of the most notorious gangs in the 21st century, commanded a presence that demanded respect and instilled fear. Despite his hardened exterior and ruthless reputation, there was one thing that softened his heart - his unwavering love and protection for his nephews and nieces, particularly his niece, Heaven.

Benjamin's devotion to Heaven was unwavering, and he would move mountains for her without a second thought. This fierce loyalty was the reason he had flown all the way from Italy to train her hybrids, a testament to the lengths he would go to ensure her safety and success.

As Benjamin stood before the group, his intense gaze fell upon them as they stood in formation, ready to absorb his teachings. The boys faced off against Benjamin's men, each awaiting his wisdom on combat tactics and strategies.

"The first rule of combat goes beyond the basics you may have learned from the boys and Heaven," Benjamin's voice boomed with authority, capturing the attention of all who stood before him.

"While the three Bs - as I presume you have been taught - are crucial, remember that true mastery of combat extends beyond physical prowess. Understanding your opponent on a deeper level, predicting their moves before they make them, can be the key to victory. Observation, intuition, and psychology are your greatest allies in combat"

His words hung heavy in the air, punctuated by the gravity of his reputation and experience in the underworld. Benjamin's insight transcended mere fighting techniques; it delved into the realm of strategic thinking and psychological warfare. As he shared his wisdom with the young fighters, a sense of reverence and awe filled the training ground.

Benjamin's eyes gleamed with determination as he continued to impart his knowledge to the attentive group of boys. His voice carried authority and wisdom as he emphasized the importance of analyzing opponents before engaging in combat. He believed that this meticulous scrutiny could make one virtually unbeatable in any fight.

As he delved into the finer details of observation, Benjamin urged the boys to pay attention to every subtle movement and gesture their opponents made.

From the way they stood to the rhythm of their breathing, every detail held a clue to their strategy and weaknesses. It was a lesson in reading body language and decoding the unspoken cues that could give them the upper hand in a confrontation.

The boys listened intently, absorbing the information like sponges. They were eager to put Benjamin's teachings into practice, eager to test their newfound skills. The concept of psychology in combat was a new and intriguing one for them, and they were quick to grasp its potential impact on their fighting techniques.

To Benjamin's surprise, the boys showed remarkable progress in a short amount of time. They applied his lessons with a keen eye and a sharp focus, demonstrating an understanding beyond their years. Benjamin couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in their quick development, knowing that not everyone could grasp the intricacies of opponent analysis so swiftly.

As he watched the boys practice what they had learned, Benjamin reflected on his own journey to mastering the technique.

He remembered the hours of practice, the frustration of trial and error, and the satisfaction of finally achieving a level of skill that set him apart from others. It had taken him days of relentless effort to reach that point, and he was impressed by how effortlessly the boys seemed to pick it up.

As the training session continued, Benjamin offered guidance and feedback to help the boys refine their techniques further. He pointed out subtle nuances they might have missed, encouraged them to trust their instincts, and reminded them to always stay one step ahead of their opponents. It was a lesson in strategy, adaptability, and mental fortitude, all crucial elements in the art of combat.

As he observed the intense determination in their eyes, it became clear that there was more at play than just honing their combat skills. The way they pushed themselves beyond their limits, fueled by a fiery passion, hinted at a deeper motivation behind their relentless pursuit of improvement.

It wasn't merely a matter of learning how to fight for the sake of it; there was a fervor driving them, a burning desire that seemed to come from a place of profound significance. And as he considered the source of this unwavering dedication, one name resonated in his mind with undeniable clarity,

Heaven Valentino.

And as he locked eyes with them, he saw in each of them a reflection of his own feelings - a profound respect, admiration, and above all, a deep-seated loyalty to the woman who had ignited the spark within them all. In that moment, he knew without a doubt that their training would never be in vain.

Heaven's POV 

The project had been a massive success, and I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride as the investors congratulated me. However, it was pretty clear that their happiness stemmed from the promising financial returns that the project would bring.

On the other hand, my satisfaction lay in the impact my clothing line/hybrid awareness project would have on society.

Honestly, the stark difference in our reasons for celebrating didn't bother me in the least. As long as the cash kept flowing and my project continued to thrive, I was more than willing to navigate the murky waters of dealing with a bunch of old, miserly men.

This milestone definitely warranted a celebration, and I was itching to get back home to kick back and revel in this achievement.

With a sense of urgency, I dialed Jay's number and instructed him to have my car ready and waiting as I wrapped up things in the office.

It only felt right to let the team head home early that day and unwind after putting in tireless efforts that led to securing this deal. They had truly gone above and beyond to make this success possible, and I was immensely grateful for their hard work.

Stepping out of the company building, I breathed in the cool evening air before climbing into my waiting car. As we drove towards the city lights, I, with a sense of contentment, made a reservation at a swanky restaurant for a party of eleven.

The thought of bringing together my boys and brothers to raise a toast to this achievement filled me with joy.

Anticipation bubbled inside me as I pictured the night ahead – laughter, shared memories, and perhaps a little indulgence in fine dining and celebratory drinks. It was moments like these that made all the challenges and late nights worth it.

Tonight was not just about the success of the project, it was about acknowledging the collective effort, unwavering love and support from the peoplethat matter, and the unbreakable bond we had or are still building that had brought us to this point.

As I sat back in the comfortable leather seat of my car, watching the cityscape whiz by, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for where my journey had taken me. Despite the ups and downs, the setbacks and triumphs, this moment was proof that perseverance, passion, and a dedicated team could turn dreams into reality. 

I unlocked the front door and stepped inside, calling out for the boys as I usually did. But this time, there was no response. The silence that greeted me made my heart rate quicken with worry.

As I walked further into the house, I noticed that the familiar sounds of their laughter and banter were missing. The living room, usually littered with game controllers and snack wrappers, was surprisingly neat and empty. Panic started to creep in as I realized something was definitely wrong.

My mind raced with all sorts of scenarios. Were they kidnapped? Did they run away? I shook my head, trying to push away the worst-case possibilities. I had to stay calm and think logically before jumping to conclusions.

Moving into the kitchen, I half-expected to see Jin with his sleeves rolled up, whipping up one of his famous dishes while scolding Jungkook for being too eager to taste-test. But the kitchen was eerily quiet, with no trace of either of them.

I retraced my steps, checking the common rooms next but no sounds leaked out from the spaces. 

As I stood there, a million thoughts raced through my mind. Should I call the police? Should I start searching the neighborhood? Or maybe they were just out for a walk and would be back any minute now. I tried to hold on to that hope, clinging to the belief that they were safe and would return home soon.

As I rushed down the hallway towards the elevator, I spotted Mrs. Song, the cornerstone of our family's household. She had been there for me and my brothers since we were little, taking care of us when our parents were swamped with work. Her warm smile always brought a sense of comfort, and today was no exception. 

"Hey, Heaven, welcome back!" she greeted me affectionately as I slowed down to exchange pleasantries. It warmed my heart to see her, and I couldn't help but return the smile. 

"Thanks, Nana," I responded, using the familiar nickname I had bestowed upon her in my childhood days. 

Noticing the slight worry in my expression, Mrs. Song's kind eyes narrowed in concern. "You look a bit troubled, dear. What's on your mind?" she inquired gently, her maternal instincts kicking in. 

It was then that I suddenly remembered my initial mission to locate the boys. "Nana, have you seen the boys around? I didn't get my usual welcome scenting when I got here, and the house seems oddly quiet. Are they alright?" I asked, a twinge of anxiety creeping into my voice as I hoped for a reassuring answer. 

Her smile widened before erupting into a contagious bout of laughter, taking me by surprise.

"Oh, sweetheart, they've been in the backyard all day. They've been engrossed in their training since this morning. The only time they popped in was for lunch, and it's nearly evening now. Don't worry, they're safe and sound. You should go before you turn into a puddle of worry," she reassured me between chuckles. 

Relief washed over me as I realized that they were perfectly fine, albeit engrossed in their training regime. I chuckled along with Mrs. Song, feeling a bit embarrassed at my unnecessary concern. 

"Thanks, Nana. I'll go check on them now. Guess I got a bit overeager there," I admitted sheepishly, thankful for her calming presence at that moment. 

She bids me goodbye and I make my way to the backyard. 

The sliding door creaks behind me as I observe from the doorway, unable to tear my eyes away from the scene before me. It feels surreal to see them all here, working hard and determined to improve themselves.

The boys, now shirtless or wearing snug muscle vests, display a newfound strength and confidence that was absent when I first rescued them from that dark, desolate place. I can't help but admire the definition of their bodies, the way their muscles flex with each movement, and the dedication they are putting into their training.

As I watch them spar and practice their techniques, a flush of warmth spreads through me, and I have to remind myself to keep my thoughts in check. It's not just the physical transformation that catches my attention, but the resilience and spirit they exhibit in every move.

I take a deep breath, trying to dispel the distracting thoughts swirling in my mind. I can't deny the attraction I feel, but it's important to maintain a platonic boundary and not let my personal desires cloud my judgment.

With a self-deprecating chuckle, I acknowledge that maybe I do need to put myself out there more, explore new opportunities, and meet someone who can offer me the companionship I crave. It's easy to get caught up in caring for others and forget about my own needs and desires.

But for now, I'll continue to support the boys in their journey to self-improvement and growth. They have come so far, and I have a feeling that their future holds even greater potential.

As I make my way toward the group, I notice Hobi is the first to spot me. He abruptly stops what he's doing and rushes over to give me a big hug, wrapping his arms tightly around me.

"Heaven, hey! I missed you so much," he says with excitement, burying his face into the crook of my neck.

I can't help but be hyper-aware of how his body feels pressed against mine, warm and firm. The scent of his deodorant mixed with a hint of sweat creates an intoxicatingly musky aroma that pulls me in.

Trying to shake off my wandering thoughts, I mentally scold myself, "Hey sweetie, I missed you too," I reply cheerfully as he leans back slightly, beaming at me.

The other guys notice our reunion and quickly join in, surrounding us. Suddenly, I find myself in the midst of a group of incredibly attractive, partially clothed, muscular men.

My heart races at the sight, but I quickly snap myself out of any inappropriate fantasies. I remind myself that I'm just happy to be with my boys today, enjoying their company without letting my mind wander too far.

Though the temptation to get lost in the moment with these gorgeous men is strong, I focus on appreciating the bond we share as friends and what feels like family. The camaraderie, the laughter, and the support we have for each other is what truly matters to me. These moments of friendship and connection are priceless, and I'm grateful for each one.

Despite the overwhelming attractiveness I feel for them, I choose to cherish the platonic love and camaraderie we have cultivated over time. I glance around at each familiar face, feeling a surge of affection and warmth in my heart. These guys may be stunningly good-looking, but it's their personalities, their quirks, and the memories we've shared that make them truly special to me. 

The boys pull away when my uncle approaches me, his piercing gaze softening as he gets closer me. 

"Ah, my favorite niece, you're back. How was work?" His voice is warm, a stark contrast to the fearsome reputation he commands in the mafia world. I feel a rush of affection as he enfolds me in a tight embrace, his strong arms enveloping me in a sense of security.

"Work was okay, Uncle," I reply, returning his hug. I know that beneath his tough facade lies a man who adores his family and would do anything to protect them. "I hope the boys were good and have learned something from you."

His eyes gleam with pride as he speaks of them. "They are fine men, my dear. They understand the importance of respect and fear in our world. I have no doubt they will become gentlemen who will command respect and strike fear into the hearts of those who dare to oppose them."

I can't help but smile at his words, knowing that he sees the potential they carry. I look at them and spot the slight blushes gracing their cheeks, the obvious bashfulness from being complimented.

How cute. 

Despite my uncle's involvement in the criminal underworld, my uncle is a man of honor and principles, instilling values in those who look up to him.

I am reminded of the dichotomy that exists within my uncle - a hardened mob boss in the eyes of the world, but a loving and devoted family man in the privacy of his home. It is a testament to his complexity as a person, able to navigate the dangerous waters of organized crime while maintaining a sense of loyalty and compassion towards his loved ones.

And for the boys, I always knew they had potential, they just needed a little push in the right direction. And that's where I come in, guiding them and helping them reach their full potential.

"Thanks, uncle, for taking the time to train them. I know you're always so busy with work," I express my gratitude once again.

He shrugs off my thanks with a smile, "It's no trouble at all. You're like a daughter to me, I'll always make time for you."

I feel a warm sense of gratitude for having such caring and loving people in my life. Family truly is everything.

"Alright, as much as I hate to interrupt your training session, we've got somewhere to be. And I need to steal these boys and my idiot brothers too," I joke with a playful grin.

We all share a laugh as Dante protests, insisting that he's not an idiot but the smartest Valentino sibling.

My uncle gives us the go-ahead to leave, and he gathers his men to head out as well. I round up the boys, instructing them to get ready and dressed before we all head to my room to do the same.

It's moments like these, surrounded by family and friends, that make me truly appreciate the bonds we share. Working together, laughing together, and supporting each other through it all. And as we all prepare for whatever lies ahead, I can't help but feel grateful for the love and strength that surrounds me.

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Hey there, you wonderful souls! 🌟

I hope each and every one of you is doing splendidly, no matter whether it's day or night in your part of the world.

I know, I've been a bit MIA lately, but please forgive me! I've been caught up in a whirlwind of activities, not to mention diving into the world of other book projects. Sometimes, I wish there were more hours in a day!

But fear not, I haven't forgotten about our beloved characters. In fact, I felt they needed a little breather, so I decided to sprinkle in a fluffy chapter to give them some much-needed TLC. They've been through the ringer, poor dears. *cue dramatic tears and emotional music* 😅

I do hope you find this chapter as comforting and heartwarming as I intended it to be. It's all about spreading a bit of love and joy, right?

And please, don't be shy about sharing your thoughts on the story so far! Your feedback means the world to me—it's like fuel for my creative fire. Each comment, each vote, is a little spark that ignites my imagination and pushes me to weave an even more captivating tale.

Thank you, from the bottom of my quirk-filled heart, for taking the time to read and engage with the story. Your support is the wind beneath my writer's wings, carrying me to new heights of inspiration.

Sending all of you heaps of love and good vibes, whether you're starting your day with a steaming cup of coffee or winding down under a star-studded sky.

Stay awesome, stay quirky, and above all, stay you.

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