Missing Him Something Extra Today

Missing him something extra today 🥺💜

-`♡´- HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIN YOONGI (09.03.1993) -`♡´-

oh, i'm fallin'

Yallllll, I screech about Ella’s writing on a daily to her but really show her some love on this lil fic. It was super sexy and just overall a fun read. Nice and easy while also being entertaining and engaging. Ella’s writing will do that to you though-as she is a master at her craft. Pls give her love and support 💜

To Give a Helping Hand | jjk

☆summary: when Jungkook comes home from the gym, he goes feral thinking about you.

☆pairing: idol!Jungkook x female reader

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI)

☆genre: smut, idol!au

☆warnings: unedited, curses, explicit content: masturbation. that's it, that's the whole thing. Cumshot on his hand tattoos. Jungkook is hella horny for reader and jerks off thinking about her - fantasies of oral sex (male and female receiving), of unprotected sex, of rough sex, of hickeys and marking (scratches on the back), of shower sex, of spanking, of choking, of creampies, of clit play, of fingering and squirting. Multiple orgasms, lowkey pain kink and praise kink (let me know if I forgot something)

☆word count: 1.8k (I think it's the shortest thing I've ever written on here lmao)

☆a/n: pure unedited sins bc mr jeon jungkook makes me horny despite being in the army. hope this doesn't disappoint lmaooo thank you to @wintaerbaer for her help with the banner (it would have been a horrible mess without your guidance) and for encouraging me to write this!! love you Ari <3333

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You’re driving him insane.

You. Are. Driving. Him. Insane.

Insane.

Every time Jungkook sees you at the gym, he goes insane. Completely, utterly, insane. He thinks there has to be a better word in the dictionary to describe what you do to him but, alas, he can’t find it.

So insane it is, and he tries to live up to the name.

He’s been home for five minutes, and he’s already in his bed, dick so hard he thinks it’ll explode. Because of course you had to be doing squats today, in those way too tight biker shorts that leave nothing to the imagination. Your thick ass, stretching the fabric so much he thinks he spied a thong underneath…

Jungkook grunts, hiding his eyes behind his arm, trying to erase the picture from his mind. But he can’t. You’re everywhere – behind his closed eyelids, or a ghost in his room when he opens his eyes again.

It’s been that way since the very first day he saw you at the gym. Jungkook caught sight of you and immediately had a boner, which hadn’t happened to him since he was a teenager. He’s a grown man, for fuck’s sake, yet the sight of you turns him on far more than anything ever has.

You’re just… perfect. Too hot, your body perfectly sculpted by the hours you spend at the gym every week. Jungkook dreams of dragging his hands, his tongue, on every inch of your body. Of caressing your hard-earned muscles, of gripping the meat of your ass…

Of grinding into you and hearing the little breathy moans he’s sure that you make in the thralls of passion.

Fuck.

If he’s honest, he would have fucked you that first time. Would have approached you and charmed you, seduced you until he’d have you writhing under his body. But one look – one damn look – at your keychain, and he knew you were off limits.

The bright pink Kooky plushie hanging from the keychain was a firm reminder that he cannot approach you, ever. Indeed, he doesn’t mix pleasure with work, which is starting to prove increasingly hard as he gets more famous, and as his fans grow way too numerous.

As his fans, as you pretend that you don’t recognize him when you go to the gym, even though he catches you looking at him all the time. Yet he can’t approach you, won’t approach you, ever. But nothing stops him from exploring his dirty little fantasies, whenever he wraps his hand around his cock…

Jungkook grunts, and he decides to take manners into his own hands, literally. He wishes it’d be your hand, gripping his cock once he’s pushed his shorts and underwear down. Wishes you’d hold him tight as you’d jerk him off slowly, eyes never leaving his.

He imagines you taking him in your mouth. Your plump lips, wrapping around the tip of his cock, sucking once as he’d fist your hair, restraining himself from thrusting in your mouth. Or maybe you’d give him the go to fuck your mouth, to unleash himself on you…

Jungkook moans, and he jerks himself off, slowly. Eyes closed as he imagines everything he wants you to do to him, everything he wants to do to you. His hand is not nearly enough to pleasure him, not when he’s been craving you the way that he has…

But it’ll make do.

Spitting in his other hand, Jungkook holds his dick up to rub the natural lube on the head of his cock. He winces – he’s already so damn sensitive… Probably because he’s sported a semi since he saw you at the gym.

Who gave you the right to go to the gym in those shorts, with only a sports bra to pair with them? You looked devilish, downright sinful, and you’ve dragged him to hell.

Once his dick is lubed up, glistening in the dim light from the hallway because he sure as hell didn’t have time to turn the lights on in his room, Jungkook strokes himself, slowly. Tattooed fingers firmly wrapped around his cock, just the way he likes it – right under the tip, hard enough to hurt just a little bit.

Hard enough to make him wish he was fucking your tight pussy instead. He imagines the drag of your walls on his dick, on his veins and on the ridge of his tip. He imagines your breasts bouncing up and down as you’d ride him, and then your face, contorted in pleasure, as he’d jackhammer into you.

He’s had noise complaints from his neighbours once, because of the loud singing he does once in a while, when he goes live for his fans. Right now, he wishes he’d get a noise complaint because they’d hear him fucking you good, fucking you until you’d crumble into ecstasy.

He picks up the pace on his dick, free hand grabbing at the white sheet of his bed. Would you be the type to moan unabashedly loud? To say his name when you come, when your walls flutter on his dick?

The thought makes his dick twitch in his hand, and Jungkook grunts again, curses underneath his breath. He doesn’t even know your name, but he sure as hell knows he’d come with your name a litany on his lips, a sinful melody he’d sing just for you to hear.

Would you drag your nails on his back, marking him so that the world knows you’re his? Would you suck on his neck, leave hickeys behind that he’d have to hide under foundation? Would you beg for him, or would you be a brat?

He wants you to be a brat. He wants to have to put you back into your place, to spank your ass and choke you until all you know is his name. He’d be feral with you – he’s feral just thinking about you. And maybe one day he’ll betray his number one rule, maybe one day he’ll fuck you into the night, hear you cry with pleasure as he’d pump his load inside of you…

His imagination is running wild, and his pace on his dick is relentless, unforgiving. His bicep burns already, even though he’s barely started. Or maybe he’s just too lost in his fantasies, losing track of time. But he doesn’t care – he’d lose track of time fucking you, too.

“Fuck,” he moans, eyes closed tightly, eyebrows bunched together as if in pain. But he’s not hurting – he feels way too good, the pleasure running through his blood a symphony every cell inside of him is addicted to.

You’re just too beautiful to him. He’d fucking crawl on his knees for you, or maybe he’d make you crawl. He’d force you to crawl, to beg for him, to…

Jungkook grunts loudly, his orgasm hitting so hard it feels like a trainwreck. He doesn’t slow down his pace on his dick right away, letting his cum spurt out and drip on his fingers, on the back of his hand. He doesn’t even care if he makes a mess – he’s lost to his pleasure, and he doesn’t want to come back to sanity. He wants to stay insane, and so he drags his orgasm out, milks it out of himself.

And he comes a lot, painting his whole fucking hand white. He’d think it to be disgusting, but when he looks down at his hand, fuzzy from his blissed-out pupils, he sees that he’s covered his tattoos with cum. His army tattoo – the closest he’ll get to come on you. He curses at the sight, hates that it’s turning him on again and that his dick twitches, begging for more. But all he does is watch the cum – it covers the three first letters, but it’s slowly dripping towards the y, and soon the whole tattoo will be covered, like he fucking wishes your pussy would be covered with his cum, dripping with it. He’d finger you with you.

Fucking hell.

Jungkook gives in to the unrelenting desire once he’s in the shower, trying to clean himself. A single thought of your thick ass and the stretched fabric of your biker shorts sends him back to square one, and he jerks himself off again, fast and hard, his free hand leaning on the wall. He’s quick to shift and put his forearm against the wall instead, hiding his face in his arm. And then he imagines fucking you in this shower, taking you from behind as your ass cheeks shake from his ministrations. He imagines you trying to find purchase on the wall, your hands slipping until he pulls you back into his chest. He’d hold you tight, wrap a hand around your neck, and he’d find your clit with his other hand.

He’d make you come so fucking hard. All night long. He doesn’t think he’d let you even fucking walk out of his apartment. He’d fuck you seven days a week, wouldn’t even leave his bed.

This time, his release hits differently, not as strong. It still fills his blood with ecstasy, and his head swims as he watches his cum go down the drain. His hand, his tattoos, are mostly clean this time around, and he imagines them covered in your cum instead. In your sleek juices as he’d finger you, making you squirt everywhere…

He curses loudly, turning the shower to cold, immediately wincing as the water hits his back. But it’s the only way he thinks he’ll manage to chase his arousal away. Hell, he doesn’t want to spend the rest of his fucking evening masturbating. Though it’d be worth it, and he’s fully aware that he’d be able to. He’d just need to think of you, and he’d be ready to go again.

But when he steps out of the shower, he decides otherwise. He decides to go live – are you watching him, from wherever it is that you live in this city? Do you know that you make him insane, so, so insane that he just came twice to the thought of you?

He smirks, watching the comments coming in even though he hasn’t said anything yet. They fly too fast for him to be able to read anything, but he knows.

He knows that you’re there, on the other side of the screen, watching him as he watches you. Where else would you be?

And he knows damn well that next time he’ll see you, he’ll talk to you. Fuck the rules, fuck the fact that you’re his fan. He needs to fuck you, to know what your pussy taste like and how you sound when you come.

So next time he sees you, instead of jerking himself off alone, Jungkook knows he’ll ask you to give a helping hand.

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Sinful Lust | ch 3 (myg & jjk)

☆summary: Yoongi finds himself questioning everything that led to him enjoying both you and Jungkook in his bedroom life. Still, he folds for you both, but will he always do?

☆pairing: bisexual boyfriend!Yoongi x female!reader x Jungkook

☆rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

☆genre: mostly smut, angst, snippets of life!au

☆warnings: alcohol, jealousy, establishing ground rules, curses, a crush, pet names, lies, explicit content: oral sex (male on male, male on female, female on male), mentions of anal sex, dom!Jungkook, dom!reader, sub!Yoongi, praise, degradation, fingering, jerking off, clit play, breast play, balls play, mouth fucking, anal fingering, unprotected sex (don't be stupid) cum play (kiss with a mouthful of cum? if that makes any sense lmao there might be a term for it but Idk it), begging

☆word count: 12.4k

☆a/n: Finally a Yoongi pov! I hope you enjoy this one! We're moving away from mostly pwp to finally start knowing more about the life of the characters outside of the bedroom. Thank you @moonleeai as always for beta-ing this fic <3

☆a/n pt2: I do not own BTS or any of the members. I do not know what they are like irl (I do not claim to know their personalities, sexual orientations, beliefs, etc.). This fic is just a work of fiction, so please keep that in mind while reading

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Yoongi feels strange. He feels strange sitting at his kitchen table while you grab a notebook and a pen, strange catching Jungkook’s gaze, who purses his lips and looks at a knot in the wood of the table.

There’s want, in his younger friend’s posture. Yoongi sees it clear as day. Jungkook can barely conceal the looks he’s throwing towards you, and to Yoongi’s surprise, towards him too.

Of course, you suggested establishing ground rules. Inviting Jungkook over for dinner, that Yoongi cooked while you and Jungkook shared glasses of wine at the table, always making sure Yoongi also had one. And you always made sure he was included in the conversation too, but he’s realized that you and Jungkook have a complicity he didn’t even expect to form between the two of you.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t jealous, but at night he knows he is the one you fall asleep next to. He’s been holding onto that fact for days now.

“So,” you start as you sit next to Yoongi.

Jungkook is across the table, arms crossed on his chest in a nonchalant and arrogant way that’s also been making Yoongi feel strange. Especially as his tongue keeps poking at his piercing, and Yoongi’s brain struggles with not picturing the way Jungkook’s tongue feels on his dick.

Needless to say, it feels far too good.

“So,” Jungkook echoes with a smirk ghosting on his lips. “Ground rules, huh?”

You nod, and your gaze burns into Yoongi’s profile before it falls to the paper in front of you. “Just so everyone is on the same page.”

Even though it was sort of his idea, Yoongi doesn’t even know what you all could establish as ground rules. He thinks about when he saw you and Jungkook together, looking the perfect picture of a happy couple, and he has to rein in the jealousy that is threatening to overcome his senses.

“I was thinking…” you start, nibbling on the end of the pen as you visibly search for words. “I don’t think we mind if you have sex with other people, but maybe you could always wear protection?”

Jungkook chuckles, tilting his head to the side. “Of course. I always wear protection.” He pauses, seems to ponder for a time before he adds, “Usually, that is”.

Because you haven’t worn protection when you’ve had sex together. Which reminds Yoongi of how it felt to fuck you at the same time as Jungkook, and he doesn’t have to look down to see his semi appearing, pushing against the fabric of his pants. He shifts in his seat, watching you as you scribble the rule on the page.

“Is it really necessary to write it down?” Jungkook asks, sounding more genuine than Yoongi expected. “Isn’t it weird to treat it like a contract?”

You fake-glare at him, and Yoongi doesn’t miss the way Jungkook’s eyes light up when you laugh. He chuckles too, just because he hates feeling left out.

“I mean,” he says, and both your gaze and Jungkook’s move to him. “It kind of is a contract, when you think of it.”

Jungkook snorts. “Way to make it not sexy at all, hyung.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes and prepares a retort when you gently pat his arm, and his head goes empty.

“Do you have something you’d like for us to add?” you ask Jungkook. “Any rule that comes to your mind?”

“You’re on the pill, aren’t you?” he fires back.

“IUD.”

Yoongi sits back in his chair as you add that, formulating it as a “contraceptive method”. It’s a little funny, but then he imagines what would happen if you got pregnant with Jungkook’s child. It’s enough to douse him in a cold shower, and he nibbles at his lower lip as your eyes slide to him.

“And you?” you enquire. “Anything you can think of?”

He holds your gaze, lets you read it in his eyes more than he lets it show in his tone. Because he doesn’t want you to think it’s pettiness, or jealousy, even though it probably stems from that. Indeed, he says, “No sleeping in the same bed”.

You nod, all business-like, putting the rule down. Before you even finish writing it, Jungkook is quick to speak.

“No one fucks my ass,” he says, half-joking.

Yoongi clenches his jaw, especially as the thought of fucking Jungkook makes his dick strain against his pants, and he has to shift in his seat again.

“Noted,” you reply pensively, writing it down under the previous rule. As the two men remain silent, you raise your head, gaze going between them a couple of times before you say, “Would you guys be willing to hang out for more than just sex? Just to make sure we always are comfortable with each other?”

Jungkook’s gaze is on you when he answers, “I’d love to”.

It has Yoongi clenching his jaw again, but who would he be to say no? Jungkook is one of his closest friends and adding you into the mix shouldn’t have to be weird.

Though he reckons everything has been weird lately.

You look happy, and you put it down on the paper as Yoongi shifts again. Jungkook glances at him, and a smirk grows on his lips once more.

“Something wrong, hyung?”

Yoongi’s cheeks burn, and he slightly shakes his head. “Nah, all good.”

“You look flustered,” Jungkook adds, all teasing.

Fuck.

You glance at him, eyes darting to his dick once. “Gosh, Yoons.” You pat his thigh, far too close to his cock for comfort. “Can’t even wait until we’re done with establishing ground rules, can you?”

He curses, slightly shaking his head. He wants to be able to bite back, to say something that would make you flush with arousal, but he’s never been good with that.

“What about a safe word?” you suggest, eyes trailing to Jungkook.

“That could be a good idea,” Jungkook approves. “Hyung, anything in mind?”

“We can go with the usual ‘red’.”

It’s indeed the one you’ve established in your relationship, and it feels simple to just add Jungkook to it. The latter nods, agreeing to Yoongi’s idea.

“Simple enough,” he comments.

There’s a prolonged silence then, as no one can think of another ground rule. Jungkook keeps eyeing you, and as a reflex Yoongi drapes an arm on the back of your chair. You glance at him and offer him a smile.

“So,” you say as you glance down at the list. “We can always add more if we think about something else.”

Jungkook nods. “Sounds like a plan.”

Both of them turn towards Yoongi, and Yoongi meets your gaze. “Works for me too.”

You grin, and you put the pen down before grabbing your wine glass. You’re the only one that isn’t done drinking, and Yoongi watches your throat work as you swallow.

He wants you. He wants you right now, wants to be the reason why you come. He wants Jungkook to watch and not be allowed to touch, wants to remind him what his place in the relationship is.

It’s primal. An animalistic urge, and it’s making his semi grow harder as his imagination runs wild.

“Do you guys want to drink more?” Jungkook asks.

Yoongi’s gaze snaps to his friend, and the smirk on Jungkook’s lips is enough to convince him to turn towards you.

“Babe,” he tells you.

You cock an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

“Let’s get some whiskey?”

You nod, smiling as you lean forward. You press a kiss to his cheek, and then you get up and go grab the whiskey. As you grab some glasses, Yoongi meets Jungkook’s gaze again. Now, there’s a knowing glint in Jungkook’s eyes, and it makes Yoongi shift in his seat.

“Are you sure you want to drink more, hyung?” Jungkook teases. “I’m getting a feeling that you’re already ready to go.”

“Jungkook!” you say as Yoongi remains silent, clenching his jaw.

It’s true. He’s ready enough to go, but he’s frustrated. He really doesn’t want Jungkook to touch you today.

You put ice in three glasses, while all Yoongi’s able to do is watch Jungkook. The latter falls serious, cocking his head to the side. “Unless that’s not what you want?”

Yoongi scoffs. “Just want to treat my girl right tonight.”

You stay awfully silent, as Jungkook smirks again. It’s dangerous, the way he does it, and Yoongi can’t help but palm himself through his pants.

“You want to make her feel good?” Jungkook asks.

“Yes.”

Yoongi hears you pour the whiskey, but he still can’t look away from Jungkook. It’s almost as if he’s in a trance, and it only gets stronger as Jungkook says, “You don’t want me to make you feel good?”

Yoongi’s unable to hold Jungkook’s gaze after that, and his eyes fall to a spot on his friend’s chest. “I don’t want you to touch her tonight.”

“What?” you let out as you put a glass down in front of him, and then slide one to Jungkook. You lean against the table, folding your arms on your chest as you look down at Yoongi. “So you get all the fun?”

You’re saying it teasingly, with a smile on your face, but when you notice that he’s fully serious, the smile falls. It’s replaced by fire in your eyes, and Yoongi can’t help the smirk that grows on his lips.

“Why don’t you sit on the table?” he says, surprising even himself with the dominance in his tone.

You obey, and his eyes fall to your naked legs. You’re wearing a skirt, and he already imagines just taking you right then and there.

“So I’m just supposed to watch?” Jungkook asks, laughing slightly.

Yoongi runs a hand on the inside of your thigh possessively as he grabs his glass of whiskey and knocks it back in one long gulp. He meets Jungkook’s gaze again then, and he tilts his head to the side.

Jungkook’s lips are parted, and his tongue darts to play with his piercing. It’s a gesture Yoongi’s always found hot, and right now it makes his blood boil in his veins. It’s almost enough for him to lose his hold on the dominance, but he’s saved by you when you say, “Suck his dick, JK. Show him that you can make him feel good too.”

Jungkook chuckles dryly, shaking his head no. “I’m curious what hyung has in mind,” he says to you. “What do you have in mind?”

The question is directed to Yoongi, and he wets his lips. You’ve offered him salvation, because all he has to do is repeat, “Suck my dick, Jungkook-ie. I want to hear you choke on me.”

“Damn, Yoons,” you let out, and your mouth falls open as his long fingers find your entrance over your panties. He hisses in satisfaction as he finds you already soaked, especially as you add, “You want to be in control tonight?”

He does. He always wishes he was in control, but he struggles with it. Folds whenever you look at him with your sultry eyes, whenever Jungkook uses that commanding voice of his. And Jungkook knows. His younger friend knows, and uses it against him.

Perhaps choosing Jungkook as the one to join you two for threesomes was a bad decision after all. Because, would Yoongi ever be able to tell Jungkook no?

He highly doubts so.

And maybe that’s why he wants Jungkook to be choking on his dick. Because Jungkook can’t control him like that, can’t look at you with wonder in his big eyes, like he’s been looking at you since the first day he met you.

Yoongi thinks his blood is running cold, but you lean forward, and press a kiss on his cheek. It settles the wave that was cresting over his heart, sends it back into the slumbering depths of the ocean in his chest. And as you drag a finger on his jaw, slowly, the ocean starts boiling again.

“You want me to spread my legs for you?” you ask.

Unable to find words, Yoongi only nods. Nods as his eyes dart to Jungkook, who’s sat back in his chair. From the looks of it, he’s already unbuttoned his pants, entirely prepared to watch Yoongi and you going at it.

It shoots the boiling sensation right to his dick, and Yoongi feels it straining against the fabric of his pants once more. He thinks he might be sick and twisted, to enjoy the ache that comes with you and Jungkook together. To enjoy the power trip of knowing that, at the end of the day, you’re still his.

And tonight, he’ll prove that to Jungkook too.

You sit back on the table, searching for a more comfortable position before pushing the notebook and the pen on top of it away. You’re fully dressed, yet you spread your legs wide open to make space for him, and Yoongi stands up. He grabs your face, tilts your head slightly back, and then leans to suck a deep, purple mark on your neck.

He then sits back down, glancing at Jungkook.

“Why don’t you suck my dick while I eat her out?” he tells his friend, and Jungkook looks conflicted. Conflicted, but the moment you look at him over your shoulder, Jungkook folds.

Yoongi sees it. Every time, he sees that Jungkook only gives in because of you. He doesn’t know if he likes it, just knows that the feeling of Jungkook’s lips and piercing on his dick is incredible every time.

He’s become addicted to it already, hasn’t he?

Jungkook goes under the table, moving closer to Yoongi before sitting back on his heels. His pants are unbuttoned but he’s abandoned his dick, instead resting his large hands on his muscular thighs. The fabric stretches over his legs, sinfully so, and Yoongi feels his desire for his younger friend in every single drop of blood his heart pumps in his veins.

He’s so damned confused.

So he focuses on your spread legs, on the way you’re already breathing lightly, chest moving up and down rapidly. He grabs your ankle, forces you to put your leg on his shoulder even though you’re still fully clothed, and he leans forward to inhale your sweet scent.

When Jungkook hesitantly palms him through his pants, Yoongi loses it. He once again sits back in his chair, and though he tries to sound commanding, his voice is whiny when he tells you, “Take off your panties and shirt, but keep the skirt.”

You smirk at him, the empress and he the mere servant, but you still obey. Still rid yourself of your shirt and underwear as Jungkook just remains kneeling there, watching with big doe eyes clouding with lust with every item of clothing that you remove.

Yoongi can’t help himself. He quickly pushes his pants down his legs along with his boxer briefs, releasing the pressure of the fabric on his dick. Precum already beads at his tip, and he grabs his base to squeeze once, looking at Jungkook.

“Get to work,” he tells his friend.

Jungkook tilts his head to the side, almost innocently. “You haven’t even touched her yet, hyung. Can’t let her be forgotten.”

Yoongi gulps when you tip his head back with one finger. “Oh, don’t worry”, you purr. “Watching you choke on him is plenty enough pleasure for me.”

Yoongi wants to whine, wants to tell you that you saying so is almost enough to make him bust on the spot, but he reins in the words, reins in his will to submit to you, the way that he always does. Instead, he smirks at you lazily, wetting his lips.

“But I want to get drunk on you,” he tells you, voice low and husky.

It’s your turn to gulp, as you lean back on your hands, putting one leg on his shoulder again. “Then get to it, baby. Show me how good you can eat me out.”

You don’t have to ask twice. Yoongi immediately leans in, pushing your skirt up so he can lick a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. He barely touches the bundle of nerves, but you still moan softly, carding your fingers through his hair.

And when you tug, he can’t help the small whimper he lets out, and he hopes it went unheard to both you and Jungkook as he sucks on your clit, hard. The sound you let out rivals his own, and maybe Jungkook didn’t care anyway because he grabs Yoongi’s cock, jerking him off while Yoongi busies himself with drinking you in. With exploring every crevice of your pussy that he can reach, plunging his tongue deep inside of you as you look down at him, pink lips parted in pleasure.

But he’s bound to lose. Yoongi knows it. Knows that the second Jungkook’s tongue will be on him, he’ll forget everything about defiance and control. He’ll turn into your own little toy, and he knows he’ll do anything for you. For you, and for the man between his legs.

So, he really focuses on you. Really tries to stay buried between your legs, but the second Jungkook’s tongue laps at his slit, he hisses, resting his face on your thigh. You’re merciless – you pull his hair hard, force him back to your pussy. And he obliges, even though Jungkook is now sucking on his tip, and all of his blood aims for his dick, leaving his head empty and dizzy.

You taste good. Sweeter than honey, as you always do. When he first started dating you, Yoongi loved eating you out for hours. Didn’t need you to touch him to be satisfied. Only needed to get drunk on you, on your taste and your heady scent and on every little sound you make.

Today, this hasn’t changed. Especially not as you let out a broken “Yoons…”, and then he’s sucking on your clit before circling it relentlessly, giving in more pressure before stopping, teasing the sensitive organ until you’re grinding in his face.

You’re exactly where he wants you to be. But he’s not there yet. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to unleash himself on you. Especially not as Jungkook takes more of his dick in, and he feels the piercing on every inch of his cock. Feels Jungkook’s wet tongue as it flattens against his dick, caressing the side until Jungkook stops, swallowing around his tip.

Yoongi has to pull away again, and you whine, perhaps in anger. He doesn’t even care. Only knows that he wants to fuck up into Jungkook’s mouth, wants to hear the lewd sounds his younger friend would make as he’d choke on him.

But Jungkook has sensed him moving. Because he pulls away, and Yoongi feels entranced with the sight of the string of saliva connecting his dick to Jungkook’s mouth. When Jungkook smirks, it breaks, yet all Yoongi can do is keep staring at those sinful lips, previously wrapped around his cock.

“Why aren’t you eating her out anymore?” Jungkook asks smugly. “Getting distracted?”

Yoongi can’t help himself. He grumbles, “Fuck off”, which earns him a squeeze of his dick that sends his mind flying up to the sky above.

“Look at that dirty mouth,” Jungkook says. “He thinks he can just speak to me like that?”

You laugh, and Yoongi thinks it’s a little mean. But he’s always liked that, always liked you degrading him, and his balls feel so fucking tight he thinks they might explode.

“Let him be, he was missing you,” you tease.

He was. Damn him, Yoongi was missing Jungkook.

He really is confused, isn’t he?

“Why would I suck the dick of such a brat?” Jungkook ponders aloud.

“If you want us to make you feel good after, you better not stop sucking him,” you tell Jungkook, and there’s so much command in your voice Yoongi expects Jungkook to fold.

This time around, Jungkook resists though. Sits back on his heels, lets go of Yoongi’s dick to palm himself instead. “Baby, he doesn’t want me to touch you tonight.”

Yoongi doesn’t miss the slight pout of your lips. And he hates that you two are discussing him like he’s not there, but he’s just gone mute. Mute and stupid and everything in between. There’s not enough blood left in his brain for him to formulate a coherent thought after all.

“Oh, Yoons will make you feel good,” you promise Jungkook. “Right, baby?”

That he can. Because if it’s him touching Jungkook then maybe he won’t have to watch how Jungkook holds you, or how Jungkook never finishes when it’s both of them with you. Only finishes when he’s got you all to himself, something Yoongi partly hates, though you’ve never forgotten about him once.

Perhaps he’s too possessive for this.

Jungkook leans forward, swirls his tongue around Yoongi’s tip, and just like that Yoongi knows he’s not too possessive.

He wants Jungkook just as badly as Jungkook wants you. And maybe that’ll explode in his face one day, but for now he just wants to enjoy it while he can.

“Yeah,” Yoongi breathes out, wondering if you and Jungkook can hear that he’s battling himself, heart and mind and dick all aching for different things.

“Let’s head to the bedroom, then,” you suggest. “We have more space over there for us three.”

There’s male satisfaction in Yoongi when you grab his hand to pull him behind you, letting Jungkook follow on your heels. And Jungkook and Yoongi exchange a look – a careful, assessing glance, as you walk in the bedroom, dropping Yoongi’s hand to lay down on the bed after having removed your skirt.

“Why don’t we start with you two kissing, mmh?” you suggest.

Yoongi also doesn’t hesitate for that. And Jungkook kisses him with a fervor he wasn’t expecting, making his dick ache from being untouched. But it doesn’t last long – Jungkook wraps a hand around his cock, pumping him a few times.

“Shit, hyung,” he says when he pulls away from the kiss, looking down at Yoongi. “You’re so fucking hard already.”

“He’s always hard for us,” you purr from your spot on the bed.

A glance at you makes Yoongi weak in the knees. You’ve got two fingers knuckles deep in your pussy, your legs spread open for the two men to see, and you’re rolling lazy circles on your clit with your other hand.

“Can’t help it when you guys feel so good,” Yoongi says, not expecting to actually speak out loud.

“Jungkook,” you breathe out, and it sounds so much like a moan Yoongi wants to walk to you, spread your legs even wider so he could fuck into you, so hard you’d forget anything other than his name. “Suck him,” you beg. “I want to see you swallow his cum.”

“Baby…” Jungkook lets out.

Yoongi doesn’t know how his hand reached for Jungkook’s neck. Only knows that he’s tightening his fist against his friend’s throat, restricting the air flow to his brain, and Jungkook shoots him an alarmed look.

“Get on your fucking knees,” Yoongi orders, and this time Jungkook does fold, dropping to his knees as Yoongi releases his throat.

“Good boy,” you praise from the bed.

Jungkook tries to turn his head towards you, but Yoongi has had enough of that. So he forces his friend to keep his eyes fixed on him, and he taps the head of his dick against Jungkook’s lips.

“Open up,” he growls.

Jungkook obeys. He parts his lips, big, doe eyes narrowed in lust as Yoongi pushes his cock in his mouth.

“I want to fuck your mouth so bad,” Yoongi murmurs, not breaking eye contact.

He’s trying to tell Jungkook that one more fucking baby to you and he’ll be dead. He doesn’t know if Jungkook understands. Only that he somehow grabbed a hold of his balls, squeezing just a little harder than he likes it, which makes Yoongi hiss in pain.

“You think you deserve it?” Jungkook asks when he pulls away.

You moan from the bed, but both men don’t look at you this time around. And Yoongi likes it. Likes that Jungkook’s full attention is on him for once, and he doesn’t want to miss the opportunity.

“I let you fuck my girl, the least you can do is let me fuck that dirty mouth of yours,” Yoongi hisses through his teeth.

Jungkook bites his lip, before offering a dark smile to Yoongi. “I tap your leg if it’s too much?”

Yoongi nods, but still waits for Jungkook to wrap his lips around his cock before he does anything. The second those sinful lips are once again wrapped around his dick though, Yoongi lets go of all of his restraint. He fucks Jungkook’s mouth, relentlessly, snapping his hips forward in short, hard thrust as Jungkook chokes around the tip of his cock, though surprisingly doesn’t tap his leg.

Jungkook wants to be good. That much Yoongi can tell. And he wonders, does he want to be good because he can tell that this is actually hurting Yoongi a little?

Can he read him better than you’ve been reading him lately?

Yoongi chases the thought away as he chases his orgasm instead, refusing to shut his eyes lest he forgets he’s fucking Jungkook’s mouth, and not yours. And though your mouth feels like heaven to him, Jungkook’s is a close second and he knows he’ll reach his high in no time.

Jungkook gags a little harder than previously as Yoongi nears his orgasm, and he pulls out of his younger friend’s mouth, breathing raggedly.

“You good?” he asks, not enough of an asshole to not care about his friend’s wellbeing.

Jungkook nods. “I don’t know why girls like this shit cause it feels like hell,” he comments drily, before chuckling.

Yoongi feels the blush creeping up his chest and neck, before reaching his cheeks. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Jungkook reassures him. “But as much as I want you to feel good, I genuinely don’t think I’m ready to have your cum in my throat.”

Yoongi tries to hide his disappointment, though it goes unnoticed as Jungkook immediately turns his head to look at you.

“Why don’t you come in her mouth instead?” he suggests.

Not really being able to say no to that, Yoongi looks at you too. You’re still circling your clit, lazily, and your chest is flushed red, beads of sweat collecting on your forehead. Just from the sight of you, Yoongi knows that you’ve already orgasmed. He’d tease you for it, tell you that you’re quick off the mark, but something about the fact that you orgasmed watching Jungkook choking on his dick makes him want to grab Jungkook and force him to swallow every drop of his cum.

He resists, not wanting to push his friend’s boundaries, and instead walks to where you are waiting on the bed. You find it in you to lazily smirk up at him as he climbs on top of you, but a second later he’s crashing his lips on yours, wiping the smirk from your features. You lose your hands in his hair, tugging hard, which only makes his balls grow infinitely tighter. He doesn’t know what Jungkook is doing where he left him, and frankly, right now he doesn’t care.

Right now, he just wants to feel your walls rubbing against his dick. So instead of aiming for your mouth, like Jungkook suggested, Yoongi fists his cock, aiming right for your entrance. You break away from the kiss, resting your head on the bed, and your ragged breath fills the air around you.

“Your shirt,” you whine as he’s about to push inside of you.

He pauses, conflicted, before kneeling back on his heels so that he can quickly take off his shirt. He notices your eyes going behind him and he can’t help but look over his shoulder too.

Jungkook has taken off his clothes too. He’s standing there, muscles rippling on his chest and abdomen as he jerks off, teeth digging in his bottom lip as he watches Yoongi and you.

“Don’t stop for me,” Jungkook teases, flashing a corner smile before he lets out a grunt, probably because he’s started squeezing his dick harder.

Yoongi is going to go insane. He wishes it was his hand around Jungkook’s cock, him that’d pull moans and grunts and curses out of the pretty mouth of his friend. But he resists, focusing on you instead. Focusing on your awaiting eyes, on the sleek juice that coats the tip of his dick when he rubs it against your fold.

“What’s got you so wet?” he asks you.

You reach between the two of you, grabbing the back of his neck the moment he pushes in so you can pull him down, closer. “You,” you whisper in his ear, for just him to hear.

Because of course you always take the time to reassure him, whenever you have sex with Jungkook too. To reassure Yoongi that it’s him, that Jungkook doesn’t matter like he does. Or maybe that’s just what Yoongi likes to tell himself, or else he’d go crazy.

“Fuck,” he curses lowly, and then he pulls almost all the way out, before slamming into you again.

You moan in his ear, fingers digging in the back of his neck. Your nails are pressing on his skin, and the slight pain spurs Yoongi on, sending him into a frenzy of pounding into you so hard the bed rocks against the wall.

He knows he won’t last long at this rhythm. But he doesn’t care – his orgasm is just on the horizon, and he wants to sprint toward the blessed oblivion, to forget that one of his closest friends is jerking off behind him right now.

But he can’t forget. Not when the thought of it forces him to look back. Jungkook has gotten closer. If he wanted to, he’d be able to touch Yoongi. And when Yoongi’s gaze connects with Jungkook, Jungkook tilts his head to the side.

“What do you want me to do?” he asks Yoongi. And only Yoongi, which for some reasons makes him want to kiss Jungkook.

“Fucking come closer,” he rasps, slowing his motions so that he can catch Jungkook’s lips in a kiss when his friend sits next to you.

Jungkook grunts in his mouth, and Yoongi thinks he’s about to come. Even though he’s slowed down fucking into you, he’ll come, and he’ll come hard.

Because Jungkook decided it was time to finger his ass, and the tight ring of muscle barely resists before Jungkook is able to push one slender finger in up to the first knuckle.

“Shit,” Yoongi whimpers.

“That feels good?” Jungkook asks. He glances at you, at your fucked out expression, and then settles his gaze on Yoongi again. “To be balls deep inside of her while I’m fingering your ass?”

Yoongi moans this time, especially as you roll your hips, bringing friction to his dick. He shuts his eyes, trying to focus on the sensations, but as soon as Jungkook starts fingering his ass, pushing in and out in quick motions, he loses it.

He comes, and he comes hard. So hard he thinks his balls will explode, and he can’t help the whimpers he let out in your neck as he bends down. You hold him tight against you, whispering praises in his ear, and his dick keeps on twitching inside of you, his release filling you up.

When the orgasm finally leaves him empty, Yoongi can’t move. Especially not as Jungkook is still fingering his ass, and he thinks, if you both gave him a minute, he’d be able to go again. But you’ve got other things in mind. Indeed, one of your hands leaves Yoongi’s back, and when Jungkook curses, Yoongi can only imagine that you’ve started touching his friend.

A glimpse to the side reveals that you are indeed jerking Jungkook off, and precum glistens on the tip of his younger friend’s pretty cock. It’s instinct that guides Yoongi down until he’s licked at Jungkook’s tip, which earns Yoongi a hiss from him.

And when Jungkook buries a second finger in his ass, Yoongi starts sucking his friend, while you hold his cock up for him. It’s a little awkward at first from the position, so Yoongi moves, releasing you from the prison of his limbs. From the corner of his eyes, he sees you reach up to Jungkook’s cheeks, sees you kissing his friend languidly, but right now he doesn’t care.

Not when Jungkook’s sweet precum is slowly coating his mouth.

So he focuses on that. Focuses on the taste of his friend, on his hard cock in his mouth. On the fingers in his ass, that haven’t stopped moving since they found their way there. He focuses on the sensations, not caring that you’re probably still kissing Jungkook, that the grunts Jungkook lets out are swallowed by your avid mouth. No, right now, Yoongi really wants to share his younger friend with you, even if he knows it’ll hurt later.

He pulls away, one hand wrapping around the base of Jungkook’s cock so that he can lick on the side of his friend’s dick, aiming for his balls. And when he sucks one in, Yoongi holds Jungkook’s cock up for you, and you dip down to suck on the tip hard.

“Fucking shit,” Jungkook curses.

And then he slaps Yoongi’s ass, so hard it stings, and Yoongi lets go of Jungkook’s ball to watch you as you take all of Jungkook’s cock in your mouth, or at least all that fits.

“Why don’t you come in her mouth?” Yoongi suggests as he watches the pleasure on his friend’s features.

Jungkook only nods, clearly unable to form words as you start bobbing your head up and down quickly, letting out choked sounds whenever you’re all the way down.

And perhaps it’s mercy for his friend, but Yoongi pulls Jungkook’s hand away from his ass. As much as it felt good, he has an inkling that Jungkook doesn’t quite enjoy bisexual action as much as he himself does, and he just wants his friend to feel good. To come in your mouth rather than in your pussy, which for some reason doesn’t feel quite as bad to Yoongi.

Especially not as he sees the moment Jungkook unravels, his features turning pained as he lets out a broken curse and then digs his teeth in his lower lip. Unable to resist, Yoongi leans forward, pressing a kiss to Jungkook’s neck before sucking on the skin, hard, leaving a mark behind. It only makes Jungkook moan again, and a few seconds later, you’re sitting back on your heels.

Yoongi looks at you as Jungkook forces you to open your mouth, and the sight of his friend’s cum in your mouth makes his dick twitch.

“Kiss him,” Jungkook orders.

Your hungry eyes turn to Yoongi, and a second later you’re kissing, and the heady taste of Jungkook’s cum fills Yoongi’s mouth. He swipes his tongue in your mouth, wanting more of it, more of the insanity, and you both don’t notice that Jungkook has moved to the side, giving you space, as Yoongi pushes you down on the bed, his dick hardening by the second.

Jungkook laughs condescendingly at the sight. “I won’t be able to resist if you fuck her again.”

Yoongi pulls away from your lips, spit and cum on his lips as he looks at Jungkook. “To resist what? Fucking her too?”

Jungkook’s brows knit together, and he looks down at you. His features relax when your gaze connects to his, and Yoongi hates it. Hates the softness that grows on Jungkook’s features.

“I want you both,” you breathe out from under him.

The statement stings, yet all Yoongi does is push in you, satisfied to feel his cum still lubricating your walls.

“You’re mine, baby,” he can’t help but say. And he’s aware that he doesn’t necessarily call you baby a lot. Maybe he just wanted to see how Jungkook would react.

And Jungkook does react. If he was aroused a moment ago, he clearly isn’t anymore. Indeed, he just sits on the side of the bed, head angled away from Yoongi and you, and Yoongi immediately starts pounding in you again, until you’re a moaning and writhing mess under him, until you’ve clawed at his thighs and left red marks behind.

Only then does he pull out, grabbing Jungkook’s jaw to force him to look at him.

“You want to fuck her too?” he asks his friend, needing to chase away the shadows that seem to be clinging to Jungkook now.

“It’s okay,” Jungkook says. “I’m not even…”

“You think you can be a good boy and fuck her?” Yoongi asks.

He doesn’t even know why. Doesn’t even know where he found the commanding tone in his voice, but it does the deed. The shadows change into a darkness that means nothing good on Jungkook’s features, especially as he glances at you.

And gulps once.

“Maybe I can fuck her ass while you fuck her pussy,” Jungkook suggests.

It’s then that Yoongi remembers he told Jungkook not to touch you tonight.

“Where do you want him?” Yoongi asks you then.

“Everywhere.”

Jungkook chuckles, while Yoongi runs a hand on your thigh. “Gotta choose.”

“Pussy,” you immediately say.

And though it does hurt Yoongi, he moves to the side to allow Jungkook to replace him between your legs. Jungkook is still semi-soft though, and to remedy the situation Yoongi leans down, wrapping his lips around the head of Jungkook’s cock. He sucks softly at first, and when Jungkook doesn’t stop him, he starts going harder, swallowing his friend’s dick, deep throating it easily as it is still not quite hard.

“Fuck, hyung,” Jungkook lets out.

And then Yoongi unleashes himself. Sucks Jungkook dry, until his friend’s dick is so hard he thinks it’ll explode in his mouth. Only then does he pull away, guiding Jungkook to your entrance. And he watches Jungkook’s cock sliding in you with barely any resistance, your sleek juice soon coating Jungkook’s dick as he starts ramming in and out of you.

Yoongi watches, listens to your moans and Jungkook’s grunts as he jerks off. Somehow, the sight of you coming under Jungkook makes him think he’s insane, because he enjoys it far too much. Enjoys the pain in his heart and the arousal in his lower stomach, the tightening of his balls. Everything feels too good, and when Jungkook slams in to the hilt and lets out a loud moan, clearly coming, Yoongi loses it too, coming all over his hand and the sheets underneath him.

It takes a long time for the three of you to come down from the high. Yoongi doesn’t even think he can speak – he just listens to you offering to Jungkook to sleep over in the guest room once again. Jungkook accepts the offer, cheeks turning pink as you exchange a look.

Yoongi closes his eyes, waits until Jungkook leaves the bedroom before opening them again.

“We need to clean the sheets,” you joke, and he offers you a half-hearted smile.

“We do.”

You furrow your brows, and Yoongi almost expects you to say something else. To ask what’s troubling him, like you would have done before. But somehow tonight you remain silent, waiting for Yoongi to say more, until you realize that he won’t.

He listens to you leave the room just like he listened to Jungkook leave before he gets up to clean himself with tissues. He feels dirty – he wants to take a shower to rid himself of the sensation. He heads to the bathroom, but he hears the shower is already on, and you and Jungkook speaking from inside the room. To his relief, he understands that you’re showing Jungkook how to turn on the shower, and a few seconds later you’re walking out, clad in only a shirt.

You stop, meeting Yoongi’s gaze. “He said he’ll be quick,” you sheepishly tell him. “We can take a shower together after?”

Yoongi nods, sighing deeply. “Sure.”

And if you notice his lack of enthusiasm, you still don’t say anything. He wonders, is this hurting you too?

He doesn’t think he wants to know the answer.

*****

                The new employee is late, Yoongi realizes. He’s been leaning against the wall next to the elevators for over ten minutes, and the guy was supposed to show up five minutes ago, but he’s yet to appear.

Yoongi looks down at the paper in his hands, searching for the guy’s name again. Park Jimin. He’s waiting for a certain Park Jimin, and if that certain Park Jimin isn’t here in two minutes, Yoongi will tell the boss that the newcomer was a no show.

He sighs, glances at the clock on the wall and then decides that he’s done. You’re off early today, and he’d rather go home and see you.

He’s been needing to be with you more lately. To remind himself of everything that he loves about you, about your relationship. And it’s been easy. Yes, you’ve had sex with Jungkook a couple of times again. Each time, Yoongi thinks he’s insane, and yet he always gets out of it satisfied in ways you never really satisfy him when you’re alone. Not that you aren’t good, or that you aren’t enough. The mix of the pleasure of Jungkook and you together is just more.

He wonders when you’ll ask to see Jungkook again. And right as the elevator dings, he knows it has to be soon – you haven’t seen Jungkook in about two weeks, a new record now.

When Park Jimin walks out of the elevator, every thought empties out of Yoongi’s brain. He doesn’t remember how to speak, how to think, just that the man that appears in front of him is the prettiest he’s seen in his entire life. With a soft aura surrounding him, like he’s just walked out of heaven to grace the world with his presence.

And when Park Jimin actually smiles, hair ruffled by the wind outside, Yoongi thinks he is actually the most beautiful person – man or woman – he’s ever seen before.

“Hi, gosh,” Jimin lets out. He runs a hand through his unruly hair. “I am so sorry I’m late. I ran to get here.”

Yoongi feels his cheeks tinting with pink, right as he forces himself to shrug. He means to reply to Jimin, but all that he’s able to do is push up from the wall and clear his throat. Jimin politely waits, that damned smile still on his full lips.

“Hi,” Yoongi lets out. It sounds strangled, and he feels like a damn fool and all he wants is to disappear through the floor. “Welcome to the company.”

Jimin’s grin broadens. “Thank you. I assume you’re Min Yoongi?”

Yoongi nods. “The one and only. I’ll show you around tonight.”

He thinks it’s stupid that he agreed to this. That he didn’t suggest doing it in the morning instead, but Park Jimin sounded too friendly over email, when he’d instead suggested doing it tonight, so that he’d be all ready for his first day tomorrow, Yoongi hadn’t found it in him to say no.

“Thanks man,” Jimin says. “I’m again so sorry for being late.”

Yoongi can’t help the smile that grows on his lips. “Don’t worry about it. I don’t have anywhere to be tonight.”

Except he does, because you’re supposed to have dinner together, but being a little late won’t hurt, will it?

Especially not as he finds out that Park Jimin is equally as friendly in person. With an easy smile and laugh that Yoongi can’t help but reciprocate, and with bright eyes that dust Yoongi’s features with a pale shade of pink whenever Jimin catches him looking.

And Jimin pretends he doesn’t see. Yoongi is not surprised – someone attractive like him is probably already aware of all the attention that they get wherever they go. They bask in the attention, shine in it, in a pure, soft way that only makes Yoongi unable to tear his eyes off Jimin.

It doesn’t help that they’re to work closely together. Doesn’t help that Jimin’s desk is going to be right across from his. But Yoongi can’t bring himself to care. Not as Jimin profusely thanks him for showing him around and suggests grabbing lunch together the next day to get to know each other better.

Not even as he gets in his car, well over an hour after the time he was supposed to get home, just now realizing that he has four missed calls on his phone, all of them from you. He does feel a little guilty at the sight, but he doesn’t call back.

He’s going to be home in twenty minutes anyway. And when he gets home, he makes sure to apologize. To hug you tight, to pepper the side of your face with kisses. It chases Jimin out of his thoughts as you giggle and hold him just as tight, saying that he could have told you he had to work late tonight.

He only shrugs and guides you to the table, where you’ve already eaten dinner. You still sit with him, telling him about your day, while his brain produces an image of a previous dinner, with a certain Jeon Jungkook sitting across the table.

And perhaps it’s a trick of the light, or the glass of wine Yoongi has been sipping with the food, but when he looks up, he can almost see Park Jimin sitting there, smiling at him with a devious smile that makes his blood rush to his cheeks.

He can’t chase the image out of his mind all evening, and he finds himself lying awake that night, with you tucked in his side as you breathe deeply, sleep having found you a while ago. You’re warm, and you smell of your coconut shampoo and it’s a scent Yoongi’s always loved, but somehow all his brain remembers is the musky scent of Jimin’s cologne.

He shuts his eyes, frustrated, trying to chase the man out of his thoughts. He feels like he’s struck, like he’s got a teenager crush all over again, and he curses himself mentally. Curses Park Jimin too, even though the man is not to blame.

And right before he finally falls asleep, Yoongi realizes that perhaps the blame is actually on another man entirely.

*****

Late winter is unforgiving. It clings to the world, refuses to let go even though the sun rays warm up the days, melting the snow until it lies in puddles on the road. Night is a land of winter though, and Yoongi has slipped on at least three ice patches so far just trying to get to the bookstore.

He doesn’t know why he chose today to come here. He’s wanted to buy you a book for a while, since you’ve mentioned it a few weeks ago. That same night he got home late because he showed Jimin around the office…

But today is freezing and he wishes he was already home, cuddled up in a blanket, instead of walking to the bookstore where your story started five years ago. Indeed, you’d had your first date here so long ago. You’d bought a book for each other, reading it and annotating it before exchanging.

It’s one of Yoongi’s fondest memories with you. You’d sat right there in the old bookstore, back against a shelf, shoulder brushing his whenever you shifted. He’d smelled your perfume – Mon Paris by Yves Saint-Laurent, he’d later learn – and he’d right away known that he would grow to love the smell, to associate it with you wherever he went.

And he does now. If he catches a whiff of the perfume, he immediately thinks of you.

Yoongi finally reaches the door, and he pushes it open, bells ringing to announce his entry. The old man that’s usually behind the cash register is nowhere to be found, though Yoongi knows that he sometimes disappears in the back store to work on restoring some older books, something he’s always found quite impressive.

Perhaps he could get one of those books for himself today.

But first, Yoongi focuses on the book you’ve mentioned. Something about a dragon school and a shadow guy, but he doesn’t quite remember the name. It’s not his usual book, as he prefers non-fiction these days, but he still promised he’d read it too so that you could both tell each other what you thought of it, forming your own little book club.

He’s in front of the new books section when the old man greets him, appearing at the end of the aisle. They’ve been on a first name basis, so Yoongi barely startles when the elderly man calls his name.

He does startle a lot when he notices the beautiful man behind Seojun. Especially as said man’s eyes widen, before that same grin he’s come to love and hate appears on his lips.

“Yoongi!” Jimin lets out. “You followed me here?”

Seojun glances at Jimin. “You two know each other?”

“We’re colleagues,” Jimin gently tells the other man. “From my new job, you know?”

Seojun nods once, before shrugging. “Well, I’ll let you help him, then.”

The whole interaction just leaves Yoongi gaping at them, not knowing what to say. Because yes, he’s come to the conclusion that he indeed has a crush on Jimin. But who wouldn’t? It doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love you. It doesn’t mean anything at all, but to see Park Jimin in this space he associates with you feels strange.

Wrong, somehow. As if he’s doing something he shouldn’t be doing.

Jimin walks down the aisle, stopping next to Yoongi, his full lips still stretched in a smile. “What are you looking for?”

Yoongi snaps out of his trance, blinking a few times as blush creeps on his cheeks. He looks at the rows of books in front of him, but somehow, he doesn’t even remember why he was here in the first place.

“You work here?” he asks.

“I just help my granddad once in a while, when his arthritis hurts too much.”

Yoongi’s gaze widens. “Seojun is your granddad?”

“You’re on a first name basis with him?” Jimin counters back.

Yoongi chuckles, shrugging. “I’ve been coming here for years. He asked me to call him by his first name over two years ago.”

Jimin’s laugh is something straight out of a fairytale. Light and airy, gentle, soothing and yet angelic. Yoongi has come to hate it too, to hate the way it makes his heart race in his chest.

“You’re one lucky motherfucker,” Jimin jokes, gently nudging Yoongi with an elbow. “He doesn’t even let me do that.”

“Well,” Yoongi says, fighting the deepening blush. “You’re his grandson, that would be weird, no?”

“Mmh,” Jimin lets out. He tuts, before tilting his head to the side. “I guess so. But, enough of that. Anything I can help you with?”

Yoongi wonders if his heart always beats so loud, or if it’s just having Jimin here, in this place, that sends the organ racing for a finish line that doesn’t exist. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady the wild beats, but it does little to help.

All it does is make him inhale a whiff of Jimin’s musky cologne, and suddenly he feels like his head is spinning.

“Uh,” he chokes out. He hides it with a cough, hoping Jimin can’t sense his uneasiness. “I’m looking for a book? About dragons, and a school.”

“I didn’t take you for a fantasy reader,” Jimin comments. “You mean Fourth Wing?”

Relieved that Jimin immediately knew what he was speaking of, Yoongi nods his head. And he ignores Jimin’s comment – he indeed isn’t a fantasy reader. But how is he supposed to tell Jimin that the book is for you?

“Yeah, exactly that,” Yoongi answers carefully.

“It’s in the vitrine at the front, hold on a second,” Jimin says.

And then he walks around Yoongi, so close Yoongi feels the warmth of his body, and he gulps before Jimin walks out of the aisle, towards the front of the shop. It takes him a few seconds to follow, and he does find himself a little stupid that he didn’t notice it there, but he doesn’t say anything as Jimin grabs the book from a pile. He hands it to him, and Yoongi has to take a few steps towards Jimin to take it. He does so, cheeks burning from everything – from Jimin being here, from his proximity, from the way Jimin’s eyes are playfully shining where he’s standing.

He can’t wait to be home.

“I’ll get you good recommendations by tomorrow,” Jimin says. “Xaden’s hot, but I think there are better shadow daddies out there.”

Yoongi almost chokes on his saliva. He once again hides it in a cough, because what the hell did Jimin just say?

And then it occurs to Yoongi that Jimin never mentioned a woman, when it comes to his love life. Just said that he dated around a little bit, but that he’s waiting for the right person to come into his life.

But so what, if Jimin is gay? It doesn’t change anything. Yoongi loves you, you love him, and no matter how weird your sex life has gotten, nothing’s ever going to change that.

“Thanks man,” he tells Jimin, pointedly avoiding the way Jimin’s looking at him now. Instead, he focuses on heading to the cash register, and he pays Seojun while Jimin just remains in his spot, watching the whole thing.

“Hope you enjoy,” Jimin says once Yoongi is ready to leave. “Let me know when you’ve started it.”

Yoongi nods curtly. “Will do.”

Jimin offers him a last smile before he heads to the back of the store, disappearing between two stacks of books without even a word of goodbye. Yoongi takes it as a cue to leave, so he walks to the front door.

He’s about to push it open when Seojun speaks. “Is that book for Y/n? I think she’d love it a lot.”

Yoongi looks towards the old man. He’s watching him with a careful look on his features, as if testing the waters. Yoongi doesn’t really know why, but he still nods his head. “Yeah. You know, it’s right up her alley.”

Seojun nods wisely. “It is. Good evening, Yoongi.”

Yoongi tells the elderly man goodbye, and then he’s walking into the cold night outside, heart still racing from this whole exchange with Jimin. It’s a five minute walk to where he managed to park his car, so he keeps his head hung low as wind tries to rip his coat open. His fingers are frozen by the time he reaches the car, and he struggles to unlock the doors and get in. When he does manage to get in though, he quickly turns the keys in the ignition, blowing on his hands to try to get some warmth back in them.

His thoughts manage to trail to you then. To the bookstore, and the early days of your relationship, and to everything that he loves about you. It’s for that reason mostly that he finds himself wanting to go home, wanting to hold you close and breathe in your familiar scent. If he’s lucky, maybe Mon Paris will be clinging to your skin, and maybe he’ll forget that musky cologne Jimin uses.

He sighs, putting the car into drive before pulling up on the street. The drive is quick, as the bookstore is halfway between your place and work, and soon enough Yoongi is pulling into the underground parking lot, heading towards his dedicated parking spot. He’s quick to get out of the car, walking towards the elevators with his heart still beating out of his chest.

It’ll be better once he sees you. He just knows it will. Especially when you see he’s got the book for you. Maybe you can spend the night cuddled up on the couch and reading.

That sounds like a mighty plan indeed.

When Yoongi finally reaches your apartment, he walks in to the smell of a cooked meal. His stomach grumbles, making him realize that he’s been hungry all along, and before he even had the chance to take off his shoes you’re already throwing your arms around his neck.

“Yoons!” you let out.

He chuckles. “Hey, baby.”

And then you kiss him, gently. His heart settles in his chest, syncing with yours on that melody it’s known for years now, and you pull away from the kiss, eyes flitting to the book he’s holding.

“Oh my God, you bought it!” you say. You pull him into another tight hug, and he once again laughs, hugging you back with one arm.

“You mentioned you wanted it.”

You laugh. “I didn’t actually think you’d buy it.”

“I think you deserve it,” he says.

Your lips jut out in a cute pout, and he wants to kiss you again, wants to kiss you stupid, but you grab the book from his hand before walking towards the kitchen. “I made your favourite meal.”

Maybe he can wait until you’re at the table to kiss you stupid. So he kicks off his shoes, removes his coat and hangs it in the closet. After that, he follows behind you, stomach once again gurgling as the smell of the food just becomes stronger with every step. He’s already salivating, and he really can’t wait to eat.

You’re seated at the table already when he reaches the kitchen, book beside you, and he leans on the door frame for a second, just watching you. You catch his gaze, bright smile curving your lips upwards as your gazes hold.

“Come here,” you tell him, motioning to the seat across from you.

“Can I sit next to you instead?”

His suggestion makes your smile shine even brighter, and it takes just a few readjustments of the table’s arrangement for him to be seated next to you. You dive into the food, not quite waiting for him to be ready, though he doesn’t mind it.

The fact that you waited for him even though he was a little late pardons you by a lot.

“How was work today?” you ask as soon as you’ve swallowed your bite.

Yoongi answers, telling you everything. You smile and nod as he speaks, taking breaks to eat once in a while. Even if he’s starving, he knows just how important it is to you to have a conversation when you eat, so he indulges.

It’s worth the way your eyes have been shining with stars since he got here.

“Who’s Jimin again?” you ask innocently as Yoongi is telling you an anecdote that happened at work today – that is, Lydia spilling hot coffee on herself because she hadn’t seen Jimin was behind her.

She fortunately did not burn herself, but Yoongi understands the Park Jimin effect more than anyone.

And having you question him about Jimin feels strange, quite like the bookstore felt. He shrugs, glancing down at his plate to avoid your inquisitive gaze.

“Just my new colleague, remember?” he says.

“Oh,” you let out. “The one you showed around a few weeks ago.”

Yoongi nods. “The one and only.”

“You mention him a lot.”

Yoongi gulps – do you know he’s developed a crush on Jimin? Do you know that it’s been haunting him, that he wishes he didn’t feel this way?

It douses the happiness that’s been clinging to him since he got home, replacing it with guilt. “Well,” he starts. He doesn’t know how to explain, so he settles for the truth. Or at least part of it. “We work together. He’s replacing Ryan.”

“Right,” you say, nodding once.

Silence surrounds you, and Yoongi reckons maybe you don’t know at all. Maybe you have no idea of the treacherous thoughts that surround Yoongi like hungry wolves in the winter. And maybe he should be like you.

Maybe he shouldn’t entertain the idea of this crush with Jimin. Because it’s unfair to you. So he decides to let it go, to categorize Jimin into the friendship portion of his mind, and then he turns to you.

“What about you?” he asks then. “How was your day?”

And as you tell him about the text you had to translate, Yoongi focuses on you and you only, tuning out his surroundings. It’s easy to do when you rest a hand on his arm, mindlessly running a finger up and down the inside of his forearm. It makes his skin tingle, and his attention is solely on you as you speak.

On you and on the food, that is.

When you’re done eating, Yoongi takes care of putting the plates away, before joining you where you’ve already settled on the couch, a fluffy blanket in your lap and the book he bought on the coffee table next to you. You’re smiling at your phone, and you even let out a small laugh as he walks in.

“What’s got you laughing?” he asks, heading for the bookshelf where he left the book he’s been reading.

“JK sent me a meme,” you mindlessly reply.

Yoongi freezes for half a second before he resumes moving, grabbing the book. “Did he?”

It’s something he’s grown accustomed to. He and Jungkook barely texted before this whole ordeal started, so he’s not surprised that they haven’t started texting more. But he knows Jungkook has been texting you a lot – he’s got front row tickets to the show of your complicity each time you hang out after all.

But lately he’s been good at focusing on the sex. On the fact that each night it’s in his bed that you fall asleep, and not in Jungkook’s.

“Yeah,” you let out.

When Yoongi walks over to the couch, sitting on the other end of it, you turn your phone towards him. It’s a video of a kid getting hurt, and though some part of him aches for the poor kid, Yoongi has to admit that the way he falls is funny.

“Oof,” he says.

You nod. “I know.”

And then you’re turning off your phone, putting it on the coffee table to grab your book instead.

“We should invite Jungkook over for dinner this weekend,” you comment as you turn the pages to the end.

You always read the last line first. Yoongi doesn’t know why you do it – you’ve spoiled a good amount of books to yourself by doing this. But you always said you’d rather know what to expect in the end, and that it makes you expectant to read, like you want to race to the end.

“Come here,” Yoongi says instead of replying. He opens up his arms for you, and you immediately get that he wants to cuddle. So you crawl to his side of the couch, leaning your back against him as he wraps his arms around you.

When you’re settled comfortably, you ask, “Do you want to invite him over?”

Yoongi makes a noncommittal sound, not really feeling like replying honestly to your question. You push up from his chest, turning to look at him.

“That sounds like you don’t want to,” you point out.

Of course you’d know.

“I mean,” Yoongi lets out. He sighs, holds your gaze for a few seconds before he realizes he’s too much of a coward to keep holding it. “We haven’t really been intimate without him in a while.”

“Oh”, is the only thing that you say for almost ten seconds, though Yoongi sees when you understand what he means. “You’re right.” You lean back into his chest, head tilting to the side. “Then let it just be us this weekend.”

For some reason he’d expected you to insist, to find some way to convince him. That you relented so quickly makes Yoongi feel like he hasn’t been giving you the benefit of the doubt enough over the last few weeks.

It also makes him crave your touch, right about now.

“This weekend?” he repeats, voice low and husky.

You immediately sense the change. Pushing your hair behind your ear, you look at him over your shoulder. “Yeah?”

You say it like the brat you are, and he’s not enough of a dom to call you out. To act on it. Instead, he wets his lips. “What about now, mmh?”

You’re breathless when you say, “What about it?”

Yoongi puts his book down on the coffee table, before carefully grabbing yours too, putting it on top of the other one. He pulls the blanket well over the two of you, before sliding his hand down your arm, heading towards your stomach. He pulls your shirt up, circling around your navel once as you push back into him, as if trying to crawl under his skin.

“Maybe I could touch you right now,” he murmurs, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. “Maybe I could remind you who you belong to.”

You shudder against him as he does it again, this time nibbling on your lobe. Feeling bold, Yoongi slides his hand downwards, until his fingers graze over the button of your jeans.

“How does that sound?” he asks. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want your hand between my legs,” you answer with a sultry voice. “Please, Yoons.”

He chuckles lowly. “You don’t usually beg for it.”

“I miss your touch.”

The answer hurts him somehow, because hasn’t he been touching you? Every time you have sex with Jungkook, he touches you too, doesn’t he?

Or do you think that doesn’t count?

He swallows the lump that wanted to form in his throat, focusing on the now. Focusing on how you let out a breathy sound as he cups your pussy over your clothes once, before heading back to the button.

His deft fingers get it undone in just a few seconds, and you immediately push down your jeans. It makes the blanket move, but as soon as you sit back against Yoongi again, he rearranges it over the two of you.

“Should I spread my legs for you now?” you ask, though you’re breathless. Whiny, something you rarely are with him.

It gives him courage he doesn’t usually have around you. “Do you deserve it?”

You whine, turning to look at him. “What’s got into you?”

The only answer that you get is him pushing your panties aside, one long finger pushing between your folds so that he can sense your aroused wetness. He doesn’t slide it in, just teases your entrance, and your eyes grow unfocused.

“Yoons,” you breathe, and the pang in his chest reverberates through his soul.

He loves you a lot, doesn’t he?

He murmurs your name lovingly. “What do you want me to do?”

As he asks the question, he circles your clit with a gentle pressure.

“Finger me,” you say. “Anything, baby. You always make me feel so good.”

He loses it. Maybe he had insecurities because of Jungkook, or maybe he genuinely just missed touching you, but Yoongi loses it, plunging his finger in you, immediately arching it as he searches for the spot he knows makes you come in no time. You moan, mouth falling open, and you turn your head away from him so that you can rest it on his shoulder again.

Slowly, he pushes in and out, teasing you as he peppers gentle kisses on the side of your face. He does it for a while, knowing by the way you’re circling your hips that you want more, but don’t dare ask.

As if he wouldn’t give in to you the moment you’d beg for it. But he doesn’t wait for you to beg, instead increasing his speed, squelching sounds coming from between your legs. Because you’re soaking wet, your soft walls sucking in his finger so much he knows you’d feel heavenly around his dick.

Blood rushes down, and he feels his erection starting as he adds a second finger in you, and one of your hands flies back until you’ve grabbed a hold of the side of his face. He pumps harder, faster, purposedly hitting your clit with his palm each time he pushes in. You’re still writhing, squirming under him, but he’s relentless.

He wants you to come all over his fingers. He wants to feel your walls pulsating, clenching around his digits, wants to hear your breathy moans and curses as you come. So he keeps going, hard and fast, even though his forearm hurts a little. He doesn’t care about that, just cares about your pleasure.

Your orgasm finally hits when he sucks a mark on your neck. You turn limp in his hold, and he rides you through your high, his dick straining against his pants each time your walls pulse on his fingers. When you whine from oversensitivity, he pulls his fingers out of you, almost reluctantly.

You push the blanket off yourself before turning in his hold. You wobble slightly from the remnants of your orgasm, but you’re quick to start working on the buttons of his own pants.

“I want to choke on your dick,” is all you say, and he’s the one to whine this time around. Especially as you run a hand along his clothed erection, and the friction makes him want more.

He always wants more with you anyway.

He helps you take off his pants, though you only push them down enough for his dick to spring free. You watch it for a moment, and the cold air makes it twitch.

Or maybe it’s the way that you bite your lips.

“You’re so pretty,” you whisper, and then you gently graze his dick with the tip of your fingers. “So ready for me.”

He hisses as you grab his dick, jerking him off slowly, with barely any pressure. You’re being a brat, you always are, and he fucking loves it. So he throws his head back against the armrest of the couch, and lets you touch him how you want to touch him.

You increase the speed as you say, “Fucking look at me when I’m touching you.”

His balls tighten and his dick twitches as he meets your gaze. You’re smirking, and you wet your lips.

“Should I suck you or should I bury you in my pussy?”

“Suck me,” he says in a pleading voice, unable to say it with a bite the same way that he knows Jungkook would have.

You bite your lower lip, nodding once. “Alright.”

And then you’re bending down, tongue flicking out to taste the precum on the head of his dick. He grunts softly, especially as your tongue swirls around his tip, playing with his frenulum for a few seconds before your lips finally close around him.

You suck hard, and this time he whimpers, mostly because he knows he won’t last long.

“That’s right, baby,” you say as you pull away. “Fucking whimper for me.”

He does. He can’t help but do as you suck him dry, throat working around his dick whenever you go all the way down. It feels heavenly, and when you cup his balls, Yoongi loses a hand in your hair, pushing your head down. You moan around him, and he groans again, cursing softly.

You pull away to lick a line from between his balls up to the tip of his dick, and the sight makes him go insane. He’s about to explode, he knows it, and you know it just as well. He expects you to be a tease about it, but you only jerk him off as you hold his gaze. He watches you through half-lidded eyes, doesn’t break eye contact as you finally take him in your mouth again.

And when his dick hits the back of your throat, Yoongi moans, and it turns into a series of curses as your hand that was squeezing his balls moves lower, until one of your fingers is brushing his asshole.

You pull away to say, “Should I finger your ass at the same time?”

And all he can reply is, “Baby…”

You take that as a yes, and the moment you’re fucking a finger into him and sucking on his tip, Yoongi loses it, shooting ropes and ropes of his cum down your throat. You swallow everything that he gives you, sucking him through his orgasm, and Yoongi’s mind is swimming in bliss by the time you’re done, sitting back on your heels as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

And then you’re wrapping your arms around his middle, laying your head on his chest. He shakes out of the ecstasy just enough to loosely hug you with one arm while he pulls the blanket back over the two of you.

“I love you,” you whisper against him, and his heart picks up its pace in his chest as if it’s the first time he’s hearing it.

“I love you too,” he answers.

You sigh contentedly, holding him tighter. “We should spend more time just us two, without Jungkook,” you contemplatively comment.

And somehow that puts a damper on the hammering in his chest. It squeezes his heart, and all Yoongi can do is nod.

You glance up at him, and he wonders if you know where his mind goes whenever you mention Jungkook. Wonders if you can tell he wants you just for himself, but doesn’t dare say it.

Not when you enjoy it so much. And he enjoys it too – it just hurts whenever he sees Jungkook buried inside of you.

You watch him carefully, as if you can see every thought in his head, but like you have been doing recently, you shrug it off before resting your head on his chest again.

Yoongi refuses to acknowledge how much it pains him. He tries to act like you, like he’s unbothered, but his arms around you loosen, and he’s barely holding you anymore.

You also don’t comment on that, and Yoongi forces his eyes close, trying to remember your early days.

He’d give a lot to go back to the early days, coated with affection and sweetness and love that was just for the two of you.

But he knows that nothing gold can stay – even the sunset fades faster than it should. And as you snuggle even closer, Yoongi can’t help but wonder, is your relationship just another sunset, bound to fade into darkness?

He doesn’t think he wants to know the answer to that question.

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CHAPTER 5 LETS GOOO! Y’all please support my bb Ella. She worked really hard on this chapter for you all 💜

Sinful Lust | ch 5 (myg & jjk)

☆summary: On a rainy night in May, everything is bound to break. Hearts that once beat as one, now break in time with the tide. What will be left in the end?

☆pairing: bisexual boyfriend!Yoongi x female!reader x Jungkook

☆rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

☆genre: mostly angst, smut, snippets of life!au

☆warnings: mentions of what happened between Jungkook and OC in ch 4, cheating, cursing, momentary trip to the hospital, mentions of bullying and getting beaten up, mentions of alcoholic parent, mentions of domestic abuse, explicit content: protected sex in a semi-public environment, fingering, squirting, anal sex, car sex

☆word count: 8.3k

☆a/n: This one is really sad. We learn more about Jungkook's past, and we see everything crashing down. Please don't hate me for this :') Annnnd thank you @moonleeai as always for beta-ing this fic <3

☆a/n pt2: I do not own BTS or any of the members. I do not know what they are like irl (I do not claim to know their personalities, sexual orientations, beliefs, etc.). This fic is just a work of fiction, so please keep that in mind while reading

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                May is rainy. You watch the world outside – it’s turned grey weeks ago, and the sun has yet to show up. Or at least it feels that way, and you’re slightly annoyed as you once again look out the window, only to be greeted by drops of water racing each other on the glass.

You don’t mind the rain. You never really did. But you don’t like feeling like you’re not doing anything, and the book you’ve been trying to read since you got home from work just isn’t cutting it.

Or maybe it’s the fact that Yoongi is once again going to be home late tonight. You don’t know what project he’s been working on – whenever you’ve asked questions about it, he was super evasive. But like clockwork, every night for three weeks Yoongi got home late after work, claiming that he is too tired to do anything with you.

You don’t blame him. He’s been working crazy hours, but you just miss his presence. Now, whenever you get to actually spend some time together he also invites Jungkook, and you feel like your relationship with Yoongi just isn’t what it used to be.

When you brought it up to him last week, he said that he was too tired to talk about it, and he kissed the side of your head before rolling to the other side of the bed. The dismissal was clear, and it’s been making you feel dreadful, like every breath you take is missing just a little bit of oxygen, making your lungs burn and heart beat harder in your chest as it tries to compensate.

You know what changed everything. You saw it in slow motion – that night you’d woken Yoongi up because of Jungkook. That same night you had fucked Yoongi on Facetime while Jungkook watched and guided the two of you.

Yoongi hasn’t looked at you the same way since then. You hate it, hate the distance that’s wedged itself between you and him, but you don’t know how to fix it.

No amount of cuddling or affection or loving words seem to be enough to bring Yoongi back from the place his mind wandered to when he saw what you and Jungkook had been texting about.

It was a mistake. You know it today, and you wish you could take it back.

Wish you could take the whole ordeal back.

But you can’t, and you’ve been trying to be better. To treat Yoongi better, to make sure you don’t overstep the boundaries, though you reckon that night you went flying over the line at the speed of light.

You sigh, leaning your head back against the couch. You’ve been trying to read your favourite book – the one Yoongi bought for you on your first date, annotated in the margins with all of his thoughts on it. But every time you see his handwriting, every time you read what he left behind, your heart just hurts a little more.

You’ve suggested calling off this whole thing with Jungkook. Yoongi laughed and said that he didn’t want to stop. It was strange to see him like that – like he isn’t the same man you once fell in love with anymore. But then again you reckon you haven’t been the same either.

How could you be the same after experiencing Jeon Jungkook?

Jungkook, too, has changed. He doesn’t smile with you as much as he used to, and sometimes you feel like he’s forcing himself. Like he doesn’t want to be there, but just like you and Yoongi, he doesn’t know how to stop.

It’s a mess. Everything is a mess, and you wish you’d know how to fix it.

But you don’t, and so you force your eyes to skim over the lines of the book, reading words that used to be familiar and now feel like excerpts from a different life.

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                Yoongi likes the rain. It’s calm, soothing, and he feels like the world stops rushing when it’s under the clouds. Like he can sit back, relax and enjoy the coffee on the table in front of him. He’s ordered it black, and though it’s a little too warm, he still enjoys every single sip he takes of it.

Jimin isn’t here yet. But Yoongi doesn’t mind – he likes watching the droplets of water racing on the window. It keeps his thoughts busy, keeps them from running back to you and Jungkook and the night you fucking sexted with Jungkook while he was sleeping next to you.

His first thought had been to be mad at you, but then he’d figured he could twist this to his advantage. Because he knew you and Jungkook both felt guilty, and it now shows in the way you take care of him.

And maybe he is sick and twisted for enjoying the sex life like this, but he reckons he deserves it after you’ve cheated on him.

He’s aware he should confront you. Should tell you how it made him feel, even though you were quick to make sure Yoongi was involved too. The situation just broke some part of him, and he highly doubts it will ever be fixed. For now, he’s just content as he sits back and enjoys what’s left of the relationship before it goes up in flames.

He never knew he was such a petty person. Or maybe getting involved with Jeon Jungkook just brought out the worst of him. Which, he reckons, he should have expected. Because Jungkook has a tendency to do that to all of the relationships Yoongi has seen him involved in.

It’s no wonder he’s never had a girlfriend.

The bell by the doors of the café rings, and Yoongi knows it’s Jimin before he’s even looked towards the entrance. Maybe because he’s too aware of Jimin now – he’s been searching for the man in every room, every crowd, ever since that night that changed everything.

He has to confront you. He’s aware that lying about staying at work late isn’t all that better than what you did. But Jimin is like the rain – he’s soothing, calming, and maybe it helps with fixing the jagged pieces of Yoongi’s broken heart and trust, and he likes keeping that part of his life to himself.

At least for now.

Jimin’s smile is blinding when he sits in front of Yoongi. He’s got a tote bag, and he pulls two books out before he even says hello.

“I got us some reading for tonight,” Jimin finally says, and he shakes the water from his hair. And then the smile falls into the soft one that renders Yoongi unable to think as he says, “Thank you for the coffee.”

Because Yoongi memorized Jimin’s coffee order the first time they got coffee together. It came far too naturally to him – you’re the one he used to remember everything about so easily. But things have changed. You’ve been slipping down a slope, and he knows the end won’t be positive.

“Thank you for the book,” Yoongi says right as he takes the one Jimin offers him.

His blood turns to ice in his veins. He tries not to let it show on his face, even though he freezes right on the spot, as if he’s been suddenly sent straight to orbit with no atmosphere around him to keep his body warm anymore.

It’s the book he and you read on your first date, five years ago. He’d filled it with notes for you, and he knows you keep it in the first drawer of your night table, as if it’s a Bible you like to read to fall asleep every night.

“Something wrong?” Jimin gently asks, his smile slowly wavering until it disappears entirely.

“Sorry…” Yoongi apologizes, though he doesn’t really know what for.

He’s not entirely sure Jimin is the one he should be apologizing to right now.

“It’s just…” he adds when Jimin doesn’t say anything, looking confused. “That’s my girlfriend’s favourite book.”

Jimin looks alarmed. His eyes widen, and he tries to take the book back, though Yoongi holds onto it.

“I’m so sorry,” Jimin says. “I thought… my granddad said it was a good book, so I figured why not?”

“It really is,” Yoongi quickly replies, hoping it would bring back Jimin’s easy smile.

Jimin gulps, looking down at the copy he saved for himself. “Well…” He chuckles, and it’s a little awkward. “I guess we can say your girlfriend has good taste.”

There’s a deeper meaning behind Jimin’s words. Yoongi hears it right away, and something stirs in his chest. Blush creeps on his cheeks, and he tries to push it away, as far away as he can, but he finds he’s too weak to do so.

“She does.”

At that Jimin looks up to meet his gaze again. “Do you still want to read it, though? I know things haven’t been great with her…”

Yoongi has been confiding in Jimin. He hasn’t been able to speak to anyone from his group of friends, mostly because all of them are friends with Jungkook too. They don’t know about what’s been going on, and Yoongi doesn’t want to tell them either.

Though he thinks Namjoon might know, even if he’s never said anything about it.

So he’s been confiding in Jimin instead. Every night that they meet for coffee, or those that Yoongi goes to help at Seojun’s bookstore. It’s been like therapy for him, though he reckons Jimin might not be the person he should be confiding in.

Not when the crush he has for the man feels a little too real.

Another thought that he pushes away, or tries to. He’s not sure that it works, but it does chase Jungkook and you out of his thoughts.

“We can read it if you want,” he tells Jimin. “I promise it’s worth the read.”

Jimin offers him a careful smile. “Sounds good.” He pauses, cheeks tinting with pink as he looks down at the coffee Yoongi got for him. “Next time I’ll let you choose the book.”

*****

                Jungkook shifts, keeping his features cool and composed as the shutter of the camera goes off. He tilts his head to the side for the next picture, then looks away. He’s been at it for what feels like hours now, and he frankly can’t wait to be done.

Though the work has been a well-deserved reprieve from his churning thoughts.

He moves into another pose, staring down the camera with a slight frown on his features, head tilted back. The camera shutter goes off again, and he’s about to move into another position when the director yells, “Cut!”

Jungkook breaks into a smile, though he doesn’t really know why. Maybe because he actually likes this – the posing, the modelling, feeling as if he’s the shit for a moment.

It helps him forget that you are Yoongi’s, and not his.

Jungkook walks away from where they were shooting, and the fashion designer that chose the outfits for the day approaches him, a smile on her lips.

A pretty smile that matches her equally pretty features. Boring though – they’re lacking something that he can’t quite put a finger on.

“You did great,” she compliments him as they near a table with snacks and water bottles for the staff.

Jungkook grabs a water bottle, opening it and taking a long, refreshing sip. “It was all you,” he flirts back, though he wasn’t quite sure she was flirting to begin with.

When he notices her features turning a light shade of pink, he knows he hit his mark.

“Please,” she says, scoffing as she shakes her head in a self-deprecating manner. “I barely did anything.”

He smirks. “Give yourself some credit, you did a good job.”

She wets her lips, the tint on her cheeks darkening. “Well then, thank you.”

There’s a silence as he drinks some more, and she grabs a quarter of an egg sandwich that she bites in with her head turned away from him. He imitates her, grabbing some for himself, only then realizing that he’s famished.

So he eats his fill with her next to him, in a silence that ought to be uncomfortable but isn’t quite so. And maybe it’s the way she eyes him, like he’s the dessert, that leads him to suggest heading somewhere quiet.

He sees the debate, the conflict in her eyes, because clearly this would be unprofessional. And she’s pretty, wearing a fashionable outfit that looks like she belongs in a lawyer office more than on a photoshoot. It hugs her frame right, and when she turns he gets a good look at her ass, at how the fabric stretches on her…

And he feels his dick slowly hardening.

“If we get caught, I’ll lose my job,” she answers, voice low as her gaze falls to the floor as if she’s ashamed.

As if she didn’t approach him for this in the first place.

“Then you’ll have to keep silent, mmh?” Jungkook fires back, voice low and sultry.

He sees the instant she folds. It’s in the way she bites her lips, and somehow the gesture is too familiar, sending a pang through his heart as you take over his thoughts.

Yet he follows the woman, watching her ponytail swing left and right with every step she takes. She leads him to an unused dressing room, and he catches sight of the rainy world outside as she locks the door behind them.

A rainy world, to match the rainy thoughts that have been clouding him.

She takes a step towards him, and though he’s faced away from her, she touches him, hand moving shyly on his back. He’s not sure he likes the shyness – he prefers your confidence, the way you touch him like he’s yours.

And maybe he is. Maybe he’s been for a lot longer than he’ll ever admit to anyone.

He turns around, forcing his lips into what he hopes is a lustful smirk. Eyes slightly narrowed, he looks down at the girl, and he realizes he doesn’t even remember her name.

He doesn’t care. He still crashes his lips on hers, pushing her back until she hits the door. And a moment later they are naked from the waist down, and her legs are around him as he pounds into her, her fingers digging in his shoulders as she lets out breathy sounds.

She feels good. He can’t deny it – her pussy squeezes his dick just right. But once again there’s just something lacking, and frustration slowly takes over him until he carries her to a desk, so that he can put her down and fuck her harder, trying to get rid of the frustration.

But it never goes away. No matter who he fucks, the frustration clings to him like a second skin, like he’s been cursed and will forever be haunted.

So he fucks the girl, holds her waist possessively even though he doesn’t give a shit about her. His eyes trail to the world outside – the raindrops are rolling on the window, partaking in a race he’s never understood.

He doesn’t mind the rain. Prefers cloudy or sunny weather over it, only because it makes riding his bike more fun, but he doesn’t mind the rain. He just feels as if the world goes too slow when it’s raining, as if his thoughts are one second away from catching up to him.

They always are. Always are far too close for comfort, as if he’s about to lose the race. And he knows he is – he feels how everything has been shifting between you and Yoongi. It all changed that night you and he sexted while Yoongi was asleep. Yoongi has been more demanding, colder, and Jungkook can tell that Yoongi’s detaching himself from the situation. Perhaps as a coping mechanism, so that he won’t feel the emotions.

Jungkook envies his friend for being able to do so, as his own emotions have been choking him. Until he can barely breathe, until he doesn’t even feel the girl as she squirms under him.

He doesn’t come. He gets bored before he does, pulling out so that he can finger her instead, mechanically. He does it until she comes, until she squirts all over the floor, and then he tells her he has to go. Tells her thank you, and tells her that he’ll reach out to hang out again soon.

He won’t. It’s just something he found helps with ghosting in general. Which, he knows he’ll ghost her.

He’s ghosted everyone that got close to him after he’s started fucking you and Yoongi. Because no one ever compares to you, and he frankly doesn’t even want to find someone else.

He leaves the girl behind, leaves that dressing room to find his, where he takes a quick shower before changing into his own clothes. He grabs his motorcycle helmet, curses the rain as a few minutes later he’s rolling on the streets.

And when he’s home, he immediately uncorks his whiskey bottle, pouring himself a large glass that he drinks watching the rain outside, wondering why is it that he got attached to the only thing he’ll never have.

*****

                It’s almost midnight when you realize that Yoongi might not be coming back home tonight. You texted him twice in the evening, and though your messages were delivered he still hasn’t read them.

You know he never checks his phone when he’s at work, but you highly doubt he’s still at work at this hour. And though you’re wearing one of his shirts, he’s never felt as much of a stranger as he does right now.

You try to forget it by looking at pictures of moments passed, of days and nights with him years ago when you believed he was the love of your life.

And though you still believe he is, you’re realizing that he doesn’t feel the same about you anymore. That somewhere between that first night with Jungkook and today, Yoongi changed.

You’re not stupid. You know exactly what caused the change, and you can’t help but hate yourself for it. To hate Jungkook, to hate Yoongi, for accepting to get involved with Jungkook. You should have known better – should have chosen someone you didn’t know.

Fear takes a hold of your heart, and you sit up in bed.

Is Yoongi with Jungkook, doing to you what you did to him weeks ago?

It hurts. You reckon it hurts and it’s hard to breathe, but then again you could never be mad at him for doing something with Jungkook without you being there. You think it’d be normal that the two friends got closer after having fucked – you yourself got a lot closer to Jungkook. But the thought still makes your blood feel like liquid acid, burning up your insides until you force yourself to grab your phone.

You go to your text messages as you worry at your bottom lip, pulling at the bit of dry skin you find there. Even through the anxiety that’s slowly taking hold of you, you make a mental note to do a lip mask soon, to help with the dryness.

It’s the only normal thought you are bound to have tonight, isn’t it? Because you immediately text Jungkook, asking if he knows where Yoongi is. And through a blurry vision you wait for his reply, your teeth now nibbling at your nails in an anxious manner you thought you’d gotten rid of years ago.

To your surprise, Jungkook replies in under five minutes.

[00:07 am] Jungkook: no clue [00:08 am] Jungkook: is something wrong

You don’t know how to answer. You think everything went wrong a while ago. You think Yoongi is sand slipping through your fingers, or perhaps he’s turned into the void between the stars where there used to be light. You think that though spring is reigning over the world outside, winter has found the land of your soul, and you’re not sure it’s ever going to leave.

[00:09 am] You: idk… [00:09 am] You: he said he’d be at work until late tonight but it’s past midnight… [00:10 am] You: he’s just an accountant, wtf would an accountant do at work so late at night

Jungkook’s reply takes a while to come in. As if he too needed to take a moment to analyze the situation, to face the gravity of it. Or you’re the only one that feels like the ground has slipped beneath your feet, and you’re about to go over the edge of the cliff.

[00:16 am] Jungkook: I can pick you up and we can go see if his car is at his job

Your eyes slide to the world outside. You haven’t pulled the curtains shut before lying in bed, as if you’d see Yoongi coming home this way even though you live on the upper levels of the building. But you do notice that rain seems to have given way to fog, though it isn’t thick enough to make driving in the night dangerous.

But would it be a good idea? To go chasing the night searching for Yoongi?

And then an entire other scenario takes a hold of you. Steals the breath from your lungs, makes your whole body hurt as if you’ve been set on fire.

What if he’s hurt? What if he got in a car crash on his way home, and he never made it?

What if he’s lying somewhere in a ditch, just waiting to be found?

You don’t fight the tears. Don’t fight a single one of them as they come pouring, just like the rain earlier today.

[00:18 am] You: would you mind?

Jungkook’s reply comes right away this time around.

[00:18 am] Jungkook: ofc not, I’ll be there in 20

So you get dressed, putting on a pair of black sweatpants along with a thick long-sleeved sweater. You stand by the door as you wait for Jungkook to arrive, almost hoping that Yoongi will be the one to cross the threshold first.

As you wait, you watch yourself in the mirror. You look distressed – eyes bloodshot from the tears that keep coming and going, dark bags under your gaze from the lack of sleep. Because of course you haven’t been sleeping well.

How could you sleep well when you’ve been feeling the love of your life slipping through your fingers?

Jungkook gets here faster than twenty minutes. You don’t want to ask how fast he was driving, especially not as his first reaction when you open the door is to pull you to his chest, holding you tight against him. Your tears free fall again, and you grab a hold of his jacket in your fists, clenching them on the fabric so hard you think it might rip. If Jungkook cares he doesn’t say it, instead lowering his head to rest his cheek on the top of your head.

“I’m sure he’s okay,” he tells you, voice velvety soft in its reassurance. “He’s okay.”

That second sentence feels like it was uttered more for Jungkook than for you. You reckon Jungkook does care for Yoongi. Probably more than as a friend, now that he’s been sleeping with you both.

“He has to be,” you reply, lips trembling.

Jungkook holds you tighter and he turns until his lips softly land a kiss to the side of your head. In the heaviness of the moment, it grounds you, and you pull away just enough to look at Jungkook.

His big eyes meet yours, and you wish you could read him. Though you think you’re starting to be able to, and you don’t want to see what’s in his eyes. So you take a step back, and he sucks on his piercing, before nodding once.

“I brought an extra helmet for you,” he says, and he hands it to you.

You look at it as if it’s a foreign thing to you. And it is – you’ve never ridden a bike before.

“You came with your bike?” you ask, carefully drying the tears that slipped on your cheeks.

He nods. “I do have a car but it’s at the repair shop right now.”

You let out a noncommittal sound as you grab the helmet, testing the weight in your hands, wondering what it’ll feel like on your head. Jungkook watches as you do so, still toying with his piercing mindlessly.

“Ready?”

You take a deep breath, pushing away the image of Yoongi dead in a ditch from your mind, before nodding your head.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

*****

                Yoongi didn’t see the time fly. When the café owner told him and Jimin that they were closing for the night, Yoongi’s gaze had widened. He’d been so into the book, rereading it for the first time in years, that he really hadn’t seen the time fly.

But he doesn’t really mind. He should, he knows he should, but Jimin is great company, so he doesn’t. He walks behind Jimin outside, avoiding puddles left over by the rain earlier. The rain has ceased now, but the world smells of it still, and the pavement reflects the orange glow of the streetlights as if it’s a mirror.

“Good thing it’s not raining anymore,” Jimin comments, looking over his shoulder at Yoongi.

Yoongi cocks an eyebrow. “You don’t like the rain?”

“I do,” Jimin answers as he turns back to look where he’s going. “But I don’t like driving in the rain, you know?”

Yoongi mindlessly walks a little faster until he’s able to walk side by side with Jimin, and his cheeks burn as their hands brush against each other. He pretends nothing happened, and so does Jimin.

And even though his heart is thundering in his chest, Yoongi says, “Yeah, driving in the rain does suck.”

“Don’t take me wrong though,” Jimin adds quickly. “It was all worth it tonight.”

Yoongi gulps. “It was?”

There’s silence, and Yoongi thinks about you for a time. He wonders if you’re waiting for him. He’s seen your texts, and maybe he’s an asshole for not replying, but he feels like something changed today.

Or maybe something broke, he’s not sure. He just knows that he can’t bring himself to answer you, and he also doesn’t want to go home right now. It does make him sad, for a fraction of a second. Because once upon a time you meant the world to him. You just don’t anymore.

“I like spending time with you, Yoongi,” Jimin says, voice soft, as he brushes his hand against Yoongi’s again.

Yoongi instinctively pulls his hand away, yet he still answers, “Me too.”

It’s the truth. He does enjoy every second he spends with Jimin. Perhaps because Jimin is easy, easier than you. Easier than this whole mess that is Jungkook and you and the threesomes.

Jimin stops, and Yoongi follows suit a step ahead. He turns around to look at Jimin, and the slightly pained expression on Jimin’s features feels like his heart has been stabbed, and he almost instinctively rubs at his chest, over the spot that aches.

“Why are you staying with her?” Jimin asks.

Why? Why indeed. Yoongi doesn’t even know – maybe he’s just too bad with confrontation. Maybe he doesn’t want to break your heart – though he knows Jungkook would be quick to fix it. Maybe it’s the familiarity of his life with you that’s keeping him from doing it. Maybe it’s the fear of losing something that was once great.

He really doesn’t know.

And as he stands there, holding Jimin’s gaze, Yoongi realizes something. Something he probably has known for a while, but refused to acknowledge. He’s stopped loving you a long time ago. Because you’re not the one that he loves anymore.

No, that person is Jimin.

Even though it breaks him, Yoongi closes the space between him and Jimin, grabbing the younger man’s cheeks softly as he presses his lips on Jimin’s.

Jimin is quick to kiss him back, to sigh against Yoongi’s mouth as he takes even a step closer. Jimin’s hands grab at the lapels of Yoongi’s coat, pulling him flush against him. Yoongi wonders if Jimin can feel the wild beats of his heart in his chest, where his fists rest against him.

When Jimin sighs again, Yoongi slips his tongue between his plump lips, and this time Jimin lets out a breathy sound that electrifies Yoongi as if he’s been hit by lightning.

He doesn’t think about you then. Doesn’t think about Jungkook either. All there is in the land of his mind is Jimin, and Jimin’s kiss is healing.

Jimin’s presence in his life has been healing since the very first day Yoongi saw him.

“Come home with me tonight,” Jimin breathes when they pull away.

Yoongi rests his forehead against Jimin’s, still gently cupping the man’s cheeks. “I can’t.”

Jimin doesn’t say anything for a moment, just keeps holding on to Yoongi. And Yoongi wishes the moment could stop – he feels the guilt slowly creeping in on him.

“Why did you kiss me?”

Because he wanted to. Yet Yoongi can’t bring himself to tell Jimin. Not when he thinks of you at home, waiting for him, not knowing that he’s been out at night falling in love with someone else for weeks now.

“I need to go home…”

Jimin bristles, and he steps away from Yoongi. He looks hurt, and rightfully so. Though Yoongi doubts Jimin’s pain even comes close to what you’ll feel when he’ll tell you what happened.

If he tells you.

“Alright then,” Jimin says, and there’s bitterness in his tone. In the way he furrows his brows, features turning harsh, cold. “Go home to her.”

It occurs to Yoongi that Jimin has probably been jealous of you for a while now. Has probably wanted Yoongi for longer than Yoongi has even wanted him.

Would he be a fool to let him slip away?

Would it change anything if he kissed Jimin again?

He tells himself he’s just trying to smooth the lines between Jimin’s brows when he does so. When he pulls Jimin flush against him, and their teeth collide as they kiss languidly. Jimin tastes sweet, even as the taste of coffee lingers in his mouth. It’s not as bitter as it should be – not when Jimin kisses so damn well.

So Yoongi lets himself forget about you for a time. Lets the part of him that’s been aching since that night you and Jungkook sexted take control. Maybe he’s trying to get revenge. Maybe he’s trying to hurt you like you hurt him. He doesn’t know.

Maybe he’s just stupid – he could have broken up with you before getting together with Jimin. But he thinks he’s made his decision weeks ago now, that first time he hung out with Jimin saying that he was staying at work late.

So when Jimin once again asks Yoongi to come home with him, he says yes. He follows Jimin to his car, though they only make it to the backseat. And as Jimin rides his cock, moaning as his fingers dig into Yoongi’s shoulders, rain starts again, drowning out the sounds of their passion.

*****

                Yoongi’s car wasn’t in the parking lot of his job. Jungkook refused to tell you what he thought was going on. Not as you started crying again, and asked if he could drive you to the nearest hospital. Because the second Jungkook saw that Yoongi’s car wasn’t there, and you admitted that Yoongi had been coming home later and later every day, Jungkook knew that Yoongi has been cheating on you.

So Jungkook agreed to drive you to the nearest hospital, and you’re halfway there now. Your arms are wrapped around his waist, and you’re a comforting warmth behind him. He wishes he could stop your heart from breaking, wishes he could take the pain away so that you wouldn’t have to experience it at all.

Fuck, even he is hurting. Because Yoongi and you ending means you and him will end too, and he doesn’t think he’s ready to let that go. So when they tell you that they don’t have anyone under the name of Min Yoongi at that first hospital, and you ask to go to another one, Jungkook drives you.

He tries to enjoy your closeness as much as he can, even as rain starts again, though it’s barely even pouring. He drives carefully, slower than he usually does on his bike. And when your arms tighten around him, he hopes you can’t feel his heart breaking in his chest.

You don’t declare yourself defeated until after the fourth hospital. Jungkook waits with you in the lobby as you sit on a bench, head hanging low. You’re not crying, but he can almost hear your thoughts where he’s standing next to you.

They’re even louder when he sits next to you, and you shift infinitesimally closer to him, as if you need his support.

Voice small, you say, “What if he was kidnapped?”

And Jungkook reckons maybe you’re refusing to face the truth. Like a coping mechanism – you’d rather paint Yoongi in a thousand different perspectives instead of one where he’d cheat on you. It shows Jungkook just how much you love your boyfriend, and for a moment he’s struck dumb, wishing that that night five years ago he’d been the one to approach you at the bar.

Even if you had clearly declined giving your number to him. He doesn’t know if you remember, and he’s pretty sure now is not the right time to ask.

“Maybe he’ll answer me,” Jungkook carefully says, and he feels stupid for not texting or calling Yoongi before.

And so he grabs his phone as you watch him, hope etched on your features. He feels like he’s a monster, like he’s about to take your heart and throw it to the rocks at the foot of the metaphorical cliff you’re standing on.

Because he sees it. He sees the pain in your features, sees the way you’re holding onto one last thread. He doesn’t want to be the one to cut it, but then again he’d be there to catch you.

He’s been waiting to catch you. It’s selfish, terribly so, and he looks away from you to call Yoongi.

Yoongi picks up on the third ring.

“Hello?” he lets out, sounding a little breathless.

You freeze. You freeze, unblinking, as if you were on a screen and Jungkook pressed pause.

“Hey, hyung?” Jungkook says.

There’s some mumbling on the other side of the line, all the confirmation that he needs to know Yoongi is indeed cheating on you.

“Why are you calling?” Yoongi asks, and he sounds annoyed.

Jungkook hates himself for what he says next. “Are you okay? Y/n is worried about you.”

There’s a pause on the other side of the line. As if Yoongi is holding his breath, as perhaps he’s faced with the consequences of what he’s doing.

“Yeah, everything is okay. You can tell her I’m heading home.”

Jungkook nods, still not looking at you. He’s not ready to face the destruction head on. “Okay, I’ll let her know.”

And then Yoongi is hanging up, not saying anything else. Jungkook doesn’t move, sitting in silence in the artificial light of that hospital lobby, watching people in scrubs and casual clothing walking around as if the world has not just stopped for you next to him.

“He must have been at work, then,” you murmur. “Maybe we just didn’t see his car.”

Jungkook hears his heart shattering on the tiles of the floor at the innocence in your voice. He says your name like you’re a fragile porcelain, like his hands are too clumsy to ever dare to hold you.

“Please,” is all you say.

He understands. So he asks, “Do you want to head home?”

“No.”

He nods, and he finally looks at you. Finally looks at your pale features, and the utter lack of feeling in your eyes. It hits so hard he thinks he gets a concussion from it, and he watches you, mind spinning in pain and sadness.

And though he wants to apologize, wants to say that it’s all his fault, all he manages to say is, “There’s a place I go to when I need to think. Do you want me to take you there?”

You meet his gaze, and he realizes you weren’t focusing on him before. Because now that you do he feels as if a train just ran into him, and he wishes he wouldn’t be able to feel. Yet he feels – feels for you and your broken heart. For Yoongi, who sacrificed you, and for what?

“Sure,” is all you reply.

So even if it’s raining, Jungkook starts driving you to that place where he went to weeks ago, where the sky meets the ocean and he can just stop thinking for a moment. He makes sure you hold him tight, though when the rain doubles up you’re forced to stop under a bridge, the last one before you’ll exit the city proper.

You climb down from his bike, and Jungkook watches you as you stand to the side. You don’t remove the helmet, as if it’s shelter for your broken eyes, and he doesn’t force you to. He removes his, puts it on the seat and then stands closer to you.

He just now realizes that your clothes aren’t made to ride in the rain. So he removes his jacket, handing it to you.

“Put this on, you’re going to catch a cold.”

You don’t move, and so Jungkook walks behind you, gently draping it over you. He shivers as he moves back in front of you, and he watches the reflections of the streetlights in the visor of your helmet as you just stand there, entirely motionless.

“We’ll keep going as soon as the rain stops,” he tells you. He grabs his phone from his pocket, going to the weather app. “Which should be in about twenty minutes.”

At that you turn towards the pillar of the bridge, and then make your way to it so that you can sit with your back to it. There’s something so defeated in the gesture that convinces Jungkook to make his way to you, sitting next to you even though he reckons it probably is unsanitary.

He can always wash the clothes later. He’s not sure he can afford to wait to keep you from breaking so thoroughly that no amount of fixing would bring you back.

“When I was a kid,” Jungkook starts, not knowing where to go, “I got bullied a lot.”

You don’t react, and he’s not sure if you’re listening. He just needs to fill the silence with truth, and so he decides to give you a piece of himself he’s never given to anyone before.

“Like a lot,” he continues. “It got to a point where older kids would beat me up. And my parents didn’t really want to do anything because they wanted me to fit in. But one day my father told me to punch them back.”

He remembers everything with vivid clarity. He remembers being nine years old, terrified to go to school because he wasn’t sure he’d survive the day. He remembers the stitches he’d needed on his cheek when they’d punch so hard it cut his skin open. He remembers the taste of the blood in his mouth when his lip split with the force of the punches. He remembers everything in such vivid clarity that he feels as if he’s been taken back then.

“And so I did,” he adds. “I punched back, and I quickly realized that I was good at it. So I started boxing.” He pauses, looking towards you. “But I wanted to be an artist. I wanted to paint, or maybe to sing. I’ve always loved singing.”

At that you do move. You take off the helmet, and the sight of your bloodshot eyes as tears roll freely on your cheeks makes him want to reach out, to hold you.

But he doesn’t dare do it, doesn’t want to take advantage of you.

“I’ve never heard you sing,” you say, voice raucous from crying.

He shrugs. “I don’t sing in front of people.”

You nod, and then fall into silence as you just look to the side. Jungkook looks in the same direction, watching the rain fall on and on, endlessly. It doesn’t seem like it’s going to let up anytime soon, so he figures he needs to say something else, to find something that might take the pain away from your eyes. And so he thinks about the rest of the story, thinks about what he left out from what he just told you.

“My dad was an alcoholic,” he admits, and your face turns towards him so fast he wouldn’t be surprised if you got whiplashed. “He beat my mom whenever he got too drunk. Never once touched me or my brother. But when I was old enough, when I finally knew how to fight, I protected her.”

What you do then entirely undoes Jungkook. He feels raw, like everything inside of him opens up, and he’s just left with this downpour of emotions, something that matches the rain beyond the bridge, this safe haven he’s found with you.

You put your head on his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him. To hold him, to keep him from breaking. Or at least that’s what it feels like.

It feels like you’re his salvation, and he knows you’ve always been anyway.

“He beat me so hard I ended up in the hospital,” Jungkook continues. “We fled the day I got out. My mom, my brother and I. We never once looked back.”

“I’m sorry,” you murmur.

He shrugs. “Please don’t be. I’m okay now.”

You don’t answer anything to that, just hold him tighter. And Jungkook watches the rain, listens to the soothing sound of it, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. He doesn’t know why he chose this moment to reveal his demons to you – why he chose to make this about him. He feels horrible for it, but when you look at him next, he wonders if maybe you needed to hear something of the sort.

Needed to know that though there are horrors in this world, one can always make it out of it if they keep pushing on.

“You’re a beautiful person, inside,” you tell him. “I should have realized before.”

The lump in his throat grows too big for him to swallow it, and a tear rolls down his cheek. You dry it with infinite softness, and then you share a look. It seems to last an eternity, but you eventually glance away, and he thinks he’s forgotten how to breathe.

“Looks like the rain has stopped,” you say as your gaze stops on the street beyond the bridge.

Jungkook snaps out of the moment, looking in the same direction. “Seems so.”

His voice is rough, raw and filled with emotions he never expected he’d face with you. Yet he did, and he’s not afraid. He just hopes he can bring you comfort tonight, so that you aren’t afraid, too. So that you know that, even though the next few days are going to be hell, you don’t have to face them alone.

“Where is that place you wanted to show me?”

He smiles through the emotions, through the pain and the fear and the memory of what you and Yoongi are – were. Of what he and Yoongi are. Of what they will be when you’ll eventually go home to Yoongi. Though he doesn’t think you’ll really go home to Yoongi. After what Yoongi’s done…

The fear doubles up, freezes up his blood. Because what if he’s the one you leave behind? What if you forgive Yoongi, and Yoongi forgives you? He knows you both love each other. Or at least he knows you love Yoongi.

Will you even break up with Yoongi?

And even if you don’t, does he want to leave you alone tonight?

He chooses not to, getting up and offering you a hand. You take it, and he pulls you to your feet. Holds your gaze as you stand right in front of him, not letting go of his hand. He looks at your lips, remembering kissing you. Remembering every searing kiss, every embrace he’s hoped meant more.

Did they mean anything to you? Only time will tell.

You step back, letting go of his hand, and take off his jacket so that he can put it back on. He wants to refuse, but you’re adamant. So he gives in, puts it back on, and then you’re back on the road, heading to the ocean. Jungkook didn’t realize how much time passed until you get to the spot overlooking the sea, and the horizon is slightly lighter than the sky overhead.

You stand by the ocean, wind whipping at your hair, but the rain is entirely gone now. The air is warmer than one would expect for a late night or early morning of May, though the ocean mist is freezing. You don’t seem like you care: you stand by the water, watching the waves hit the rock as if you’re a queen overlooking her subjects.

And Jungkook watches you, unable to tear his gaze away from you, until you start crying again. But you cry in silence, don’t let the sobs shake you, as you stare at the horizon. As you watch the sun as it slowly rises, painting the clouds in liquid gold. You watch the beauty of nature, while Jungkook watches yours, wondering if this is one of his last moments with you.

He’ll let you go if that’s what you want. If, in the end, you and Yoongi choose each other.

So he watches your features, watches you break, watches you compose yourself until the clouds are no longer gold, and you ask him to go home. He doesn’t know what you’re thinking of, only that he feels like the clock is about to hit its last second, and he wants to hold on.

But he’ll let you go.

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                You watch the sunrise from that cliff over the ocean, listening to the waves crashing against the rocks. You understand why Jungkook brought you here – there’s some sort of serenity in the air, like your life is inconsequential.

Like breaking and healing and breaking again are just part of the cycle of nature, of life. Like the sunrise – it doesn’t stop. Every day it comes back, a promise that no pain can last forever. So you embrace the pain. Let it tear at you. You’d expected to break in screams and yells and sobs and curses, but you break in tears, silently rolling down your cheeks. You break in watching the sunrise, peacefully, just an astral body fully unaware of your woes.

And you also break for the man next to you. Who offered you a piece of his soul tonight, so that you wouldn’t be alone. Though his pain is different, older, there’s some sort of comfort in knowing that you alone don’t hold the weight of the universe.

And as you watch the sunrise, you realize that everyone suffers. That the human experience stems from suffering, as it’s the only way you can also know happiness. The only way you can taste the salt on the wind and think ‘Shit, I’m alive’.

The world is beautiful. And though going home will be hell, though facing Yoongi will be hell, you remind yourself that you’re alive. You prepare yourself for the ride home, breathing in the sun and the wind and the ocean. When you’re ready, you turn towards Jungkook, and ask him to bring you home.

He looks troubled, but perhaps he notices the serenity on your features. Perhaps he’s too felt the soothing balm of the sunrise, of endings and new beginnings. Because he brings you home, his bike purring under you as it eats miles and miles to the city, and then some more to your home.

Jungkook drops you off outside, and you give him back the helmet you’ve been using all night. He takes it, putting it safely under the seat. You watch him do so, and ache fills your heart once he climbs back on his bike.

He looks at you, and your gazes connect through his open visor.

“Thank you for tonight,” you tell him.

You think he gulps, but you’re starting to be a little too tired to interpret him. “Of course,” he says. He adds your name, before continuing, “I didn’t want you to be alone.”

You smile at him, though you reckon it’s etched in sadness. Etched in heaviness. You wonder if his heart shares the burden, if he feels just like you do. And you wonder if he too has been breaking all night.

“Thank you,” you repeat.

He nods, and you watch him blink a few times. You’re fully aware he’s blinking back tears, yet you don’t do anything. Just watch him.

“If you need me, I’m just a call away,” he says.

You can’t say anything. Because you don’t think you’d be able to be with him, to find comfort in him. Not when he might have been the catalyst to this whole shitshow. So all you do is nod, and he looks at you for a moment longer until he finally decides to go.

He pulls down his visor, turning towards the street. And then he’s gone.

As you watch him go, farewells hanging in the air, you tuck him into a corner of your heart. Somewhere safe, somewhere nothing ever happened between you and him. Somewhere untainted, pure, and then you whisper, looking at where he disappeared, “Goodbye, Jungkook.”

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Blessed With A Curse | J.JK

☾ Pairing: Werewolf!Jungkook x Hybrid!Reader

☾ Summary: When your company throws a mandatory Halloween party, you aren’t thrilled. You’re even less thrilled when a delusional coworker ruins the party and places a curse on everyone because her crush, the resident werewolf, Jeon Jungkook, rejected them.

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When a coworker gets rejected at the company Halloween party, things get crazy.

☾ Genre/AU: Smut, Werewolf AU, Hybrid AU, Modern Magic AU

☾ Rating: NC-17

☾ Warnings: | alcohol | piss marking (not on a person) | spanking | scenting | shifting | use of magic | cursing | misunderstandings | unrequited love| mating bite | some blood | knotting | a/b/o vibes | licking | spit play | cum eating | fingering | crying | pack!BTS | rockstar!jungkook | semi-public sex | mirror sex | interspecies relationship | open ending

☾ Word Count: 12.6K

☾ 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝖳𝖲 𝖥𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖥𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖳𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗋 𝖳𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝖻, 𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 @sailoryooons 𝖺𝗇𝖽 @theharrowing

a/n: for the wonderful @jessikahathaway! i hope you enjoy this bad boy 'cause it had me on my ass a few times. once i was able to get over myself, this wrote itself and i had fun with it. banner/diver made by the wonderful @itaeewon. this is not touched by a beta at all...sorry :/ also please tell me if i missed any warnings!!

song credit: werewolf by montionless in white | wolf by woosung

You are typing away on your keyboard, lost in your own little world. It feels like the day is dragging and you would like for it to be over. At least that is what you were thinking until you noticed that the workplace background noise started to fade away. Glazing up from your computer screen, you see your office manager standing near the main door. He clears his throat and claps his hands three times to get everyone’s attention. What could he possibly want at this hour? Two of the other managers step through the door and you squint trying to figure out why the three of them are here. You don’t recall any email about a meeting.

“Okay everyone! Listen up, please?” The office manager looks around to make sure all eyes are on him before he continues. “As you know our Halloween party is tonight. I expect to see you all there, dressed appropriately!” The office manager stands with his back facing the main door with the HR and Marketing managers on either side of him. The three of them together strongly remind you of Ed, Edd, and Eddy, but you keep that thought to yourself. 

“Everyone will receive a text message with the address as well as an email. Please make sure to give the company name at the door and enjoy yourselves.”

“I am looking forward to seeing everyone’s costumes tonight. See you all later and until then enjoy your time off!”

The three managers all leave with smiles on their faces and you roll your eyes as you turn your attention back to your computer. Honestly, you forgot all about the Halloween party tonight. It’s not like you have much of a choice, it is mandatory fun. You still have a few more emails to finish up as well as two more documents to review before you can even think of leaving for the day. A shadow looms over your desk and you sigh knowing that shape right away.

“Jungkook, I swear to God if you try a jump scare I will slam your face through this screen.”

A startled whine comes from behind followed by a deep sigh before Jungkook comes to stand in your line of sight by the side of your desk. His chocolate brown doe eyes are even wider than normal as he stares at you with a pout on his lips, making the clear spacers in his piercings more noticeable.

“You’re no fun. You know that, right?”

You suck your teeth and raise an eyebrow as Jungkook parks his ass on the edge of your desk. His black dress pants strain against his thighs and when you glance up, the white button down he is wearing, pulls at the muscles of his flexed biceps. As the resident werewolf in the office, Jungkook’s muscles are a common topic of conversation…and his impeccable sense of smell. Though Jungkook isn’t the only creature that works with you. There are vampires, goblins, fairies, wyrm, dragons and even mermaids in the office. It is a mixing pot of species which always offers some kind of entertainment for yourself.

“Can I help you, wolfie?” 

Jungkook’s eyes flash a bright red before they shift back to their brown color making you smirk.

“One of these days I’m going to bite you,” Jungkook threatens as he curls his upper lip to show off his elongated canines.

“So I can be stuck with you for the rest of my life?” You grimace and shake your head. “No, thanks.”  

“Like you don’t wanna be part of my pack.” Jungkook licks his lips and runs a hand through his dark hair, a few of the curls tangling around his fingers making his bicep flex once again from the sudden snag. His hair is styled out of his eyes, swooped upwards and back; not a single hair out of place…until now. One lone curl hangs from Jungkook’s head and kisses his temple. You resist the urge to tuck it behind his ear.

“Pretty sure it’s Taehyung’s pack and I would only join for Seokjin’s cooking and a good cuddle with Yoongi.”

Jungkook growls and you laugh knowing that you struck a nerve. You have meant Jungkook’s pack mates many times and they are all a bunch of chill guys. They all work on different floors, in different departments. Yoongi is the pack alpha and from what you know, Seokjin, Namjoon and Taehyung are the only omegas in the pack. Taehyung, Yoongi, Namjoon and Jungkook are werewolves, Jimin and Hoseok are demons and sweet Seokjin is an oncilla hybrid. Which blew your mind when you found out because Seokjin is not a little guy by any means, the man is massive.

“Jungkook?” 

A voice calls his name, cutting through your laughter and you smile at your coworker, Tisha. She is a cute little thing. Doesn’t have much height on her, maybe five-one or five-two at best with long black hair and doll-like green eyes. 

“What’s up, Tisha?” Jungkook asks and you turn your attention back to your computer screen, happy for the distraction. You really would like to finish this before it’s time to leave. You would settle for a little overtime, but since tonight is the company wide Halloween party, overtime has been banned. 

“My computer is acting up again. Can you take a look at it?” 

“Have you emailed tech?”

You bite your lip to keep from laughing. Clearly Tisha hasn’t called tech or else she wouldn’t be asking for Jungkook’s help. 

“I thought it would be faster with your help. I know they get busy around this time.”

Jungkook sighs and pushes himself off your desk, “See you at the party tonight?”

You glance at Jungkook and frown, “You sound way too excited.”

Jungkook grins and shrugs his shoulders, “Who doesn’t love a Halloween party?” Jungkook’s smile is blinding as he leans towards you, wiggling his eyebrows. “You gonna be the little red to my big bad wolf?”

“Isn’t that a little cliche?” Tisha asks and Jungkook waves off her comment.

“I mean, I am a werewolf, so…” 

Jungkook scrunches his nose and you roll your eyes as you mutter, “More like an overgrown lap dog-”

“I heard that,” Jungkook growls and you smile up at him, widening your eyes to seem more innocent. Jungkook glares at you with no real anger and huffs. “Such a fucking brat.” He grumbles and leaves your space with Tisha right behind him chatting his ear off.

You giggle to yourself and shake your head. Jungkook is something else, that’s for sure. He is your workplace bestie and the biggest pain in your ass all at the same time. Little does he know that your Halloween costume is already picked out. You think Jungkook will get a kick out of it and you might be a little excited to show him.

Standing in your bathroom with a towel wrapped tightly around your body, you wipe the steam from the mirror and sigh. You fell asleep when you got home and slept past your alarm, so now you have forty minutes to get ready if you don’t want to be hella late to the party. Music plays from your bluetooth speaker, filling the air with Jackson Wang’s ‘Cheetah’ and it makes you smile. 

The first thing you get started on is your makeup, a nude smokey cat eye look with grey accents is the first half of the look. Followed by painting the lower part of your nose a soft pink and upper lip black. Your lower lip is the same grey from your eyes to pull the whole look together. Removing the towel from around your head, you click your tongue. You quickly twist the hair into two braids that go straight back, secure the ends with bobby pins and pull a wig cap on. 

A set of stencils are on your countertop and you hold one of them up to your forehead. The shape looks weird and you don’t have faith that you will be able to make it look right. Using black eyeshadow and a little eyeliner, you fill in the stencil slowly. A handful of black spots are now on your forehead, they look out of place and you frown. 

Your phone goes off, cutting off the tunes and you glance over to see that Wooyoung, another work friend is calling. You answer the call and put him on speaker as you continue to get ready.

“Bitch! Where are you??”

“I’m getting ready. Where are you?”

“I just left the house, did you want me to pick you up?”

You think it over. You really would love to be able to drink and not have to worry about driving home.

“Can you drive slow?”

“The fuck kinda question-”

“I’m still getting ready, damn. Just text me when you’re out front.”

You hang up the phone and head into your bedroom. Walking over to your closet, you step inside and look at the grey wig you purchased just for this stupid party. Grabbing the wig and the styrofoam head that came with it, you carry everything to the bathroom and set it on the sink. Pulling out your styling products and a pair of hair scissors, you section the wig into parts while singing along to whatever song is playing. For your costume, you think a wolf cut would look cute and match the overall vibe…so, with the scissors in your hands, you get to work. The final product isn’t bad, a nice mix between a shag and mullet. It is roughly sexy and once you place it on your head, you can’t help but grin.

Grabbing a makeup brush, you spend some time on your eyebrows, making them look fluffy and slightly overgrown before you grab the unopened pack of fake canine teeth. Carefully, you glue them onto your own canines and smile at your reflection. It’s all coming together. The last thing you need are the hazel contacts that sit on the counter. You struggle to put them in but after a solid five minutes, you have them both in. You look at yourself in the mirror and blow yourself a kiss, this was a wonderful idea!

Leaving the bathroom for the time being, you look at the outfit that is laid out on your bed. A grey bodysuit with black heels, a set of fluffy grey and beige triangle ears and a matching tail. Your phone chimes with a notification and you know that Wooyoung is outside waiting for you. Dropping your towel, you skip over to your dresser and pull open your underwear drawer. Looking at the different colors and material, you settle on a baby pink lingerie set that still has the tags on it. It’s a mesh thong with small and medium sized flowers on the sides with an open underwire bra that has the same flowers covering your nipples in a diagonal line. Looking at the set you smile to yourself because you are sure you have a pink choker from your wild days that matches. 

Putting the set on, you slip into the bodysuit and double check that the flower impressions of the lingerie aren’t visible before you search for the choker. Your phone chimes again and you roll your eyes.

“Yes, yes. I’m coming,” you grumble to yourself as you quickly fasten the pink leather choker around your neck. It even has a tiny silver hoop that hangs from which looks cute as opposed to badass. You clip the tail to your outfit, set the ears on top of your head and look at yourself in the mirror one last time.

“Damn, I look good!”

Grabbing your shoes, phone and purse, you head to the front door and text Wooyoung that you are coming outside now. You shove your feet into your black heels and hurry out of your apartment, more than a little excited to see Jungkook’s reaction to your costume. Taking the elevator, you hum to yourself and wait until you reach the first floor. You wonder what Wooyoung is dressed as. You know for a fact that the man is dressed up, he will never pass up a chance to show off his beauty.

Outside of your apartment complex you look around for Wooyoung’s car and spot it across the street. He spots you at the same time and climbs out of his car, whistling as he does so. Wooyoung is stunning in his white pirate shirt. The loose sleeves cuff around his wrist, the collar is lined with lace with a keyhole opening on his chest that he pairs it with a black leather corset harness. His black dress pants hug him nicely and his freshly dyed black hair hangs just below his eyebrows. 

“Ooooooooh! Look at this sexy lil kitten. Hello, beautiful!” 

You roll your eyes and grin, stepping into Wooyoung’s arms as he hugs you tightly. Pulling away, you tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear and stare at Wooyoung’s hair.

“You look good. Black might just be your color.”

“Please,” Wooyoung pushes towards the other side of the car as he opens his door. “Any color is my color.” 

Once in the car, you buckle up and fiddle with your phone, “Can I DJ?” Wooyoung gives your permission and you giggle to yourself. You have yet to listen to Mark Tuan’s new EP ‘Fallen’, so what a perfect time to do it now. Syncing with the radio, you hit play and ‘Your World’ starts to play. 

“I don’t recognize the voice,” Wooyoung comments and you shake your head.

“Cause your taste in music is shit. This is Mark Tuan’s new EP.” 

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that. Would be a real shame if your door just magically opened, huh?”

You laugh and Wooyoung sucks his teeth, coming to a stop at a red light. Looking out the window, you notice that the clouds above are a pale grey color that carries the promise of a light shower later on.

“Who do you think is going to out their office romance this year?” Wooyoung’s voice pulls you from your thoughts and you shrug your shoulders. 

You remember from last year that your office manager and one of the newer interns wore matching Halloween costumes. They were the only workers dressed as Team Rocket from Pokemon. You haven’t really heard any dating rooms going around in your office but that doesn’t mean the rest of the office is innocent. 

“I heard Jungkook was going to be the Big Bad Wolf…not much creativity there.”

“Oh, you think?”

“If I was a fucking werewolf, I would pick something else-”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know…maybe a dog catcher?” 

You whip your head to the side to look at Wooyoung and he glances at you from the corner of his eye. 

“What? That’s pretty fucking clever!”

“I-I can’t believe you just said that.”

There is a small beat of silence before you and Wooyoung both start to laugh.

“Jungkook would rip you a new one if he heard that,” you wheeze, thankful that you used water proof makeup since your eyes are tearing up.

“I mean, come on. That would be fucking iconic!”

You shake your head in disbelief and Wooyoung giggles. 

“So, I get that you’re a cat, but like I have no idea what kind.”

“You really can’t tell what breed I am?” 

“I just said that.” Wooyoung shots you an unimpressed look and you sigh.

“Damn, I thought it was obvious. I’m a pallas cat!”

“A what?” 

“Oh come on, Woo! It’s my favorite animal of all time! It’s one of the tiny big cats.”

Wooyoung raises an eyebrow and shrugs his shoulders, “I’ll take your word for it, kitten.” 

Based on the company-wide email, the club is called Dionysus and the music rattles the windows of Wooyoung’s car as he finds a parking space. Outside there is a slight chill in the air, the scent of fried foods and sweat riding the current that creeps from the open door that leads into the club. With Wooyoung by your side, you make your way to the front of the line. People glare at the two of you but Wooyoung grabs your hand and gives it a firm squeeze. 

“Don’t worry about them. We have people inside waiting.” 

At the front of the line, a woman with startling electric blue eyes raises an eyebrow as Wooyoung walks up to her. There are a pair of black rounded ears on top of her head and you know that she is some kind of hybrid, but you aren’t sure what breed. Maybe a rodent of some short, you think she could be an opossum. She is dressed all back, with the club’s name written in silver cursive across her chest.

“You don’t see the line?” Her voice is sharp and Wooyoung shakes his head.

“We’re not trying to be late, our boss is expecting us. Blue & Grey Enterprise.” 

The woman nods her head and looks down at the clipboard in her hands, “Names?”

Wooyoung rattles off your names and she asks for ID before the two of you can enter the club. The club looks more like an opera house. It’s a large glass and iron building with beautiful ash-white archways, spicy grey pepper LVP flooring and an endless supply of natural light. Simple tracking light fixtures are placed through the club, spaced together in groups of two with elegant grey and white pendant lights hanging at tasteful intervals. There are two floors to the club and the moment you step through the doors, you feel like you have been transported to another world. 

It feels like the scene of a high budget movie. All around you, people are dancing with drinks in their hands. The lighting is a mix of blue, purple and red with smoke snaking around on the floor. The walls seemingly reflect the lighting, creating a mirror like effect that shimmers and glows. The air is warm but you can feel that the air is on somewhere, most likely on the second floor since heat rises. Large floor to ceiling silk curtains hang from up high, sheer and light in soft shades of cream that drink in the colors of the lights. 

“Come on, let's find our group.” 

Wooyoung moves to the far edge of the dance floor, closer to the wall as he pulls you along behind him. In the corner elevated above the crowd, a large DJ box is suspended with hanging black ivy, fairy lights and a floating staircase. The DJ wears an oversized head piece that resembles a Greek statue with a gold and emerald circlet on top. The place is impressive and you wonder why the company chose such an extravagant place. Many people are dressed in costumes as you walk past and from the amount of skin shown you know that none of the people on the lower level are from your company. 

A set of steps leading to the upper level catch your eye and as you get closer, you notice that there is a guard dressed much like the woman from out front. The security guard stands with his arms crossed over his chest and he looks completely unphased by the strangers around him. Upon seeing you and Wooyoung, he narrows his eyes and Wooyoung shows his work ID. Following his lead, you do the same and the man nods his head before he unlatches the green and gold ivy rope that blocks off the upper floor.

“Enjoy yourselves tonight.”

Wooyoung releases your hand and motions for you to walk up before him. He blocks anyone’s eyes from staring at your butt and you giggle to yourself. Wooyoung is such a gentleman, you love him dearly. If you thought the lower level was something out of a movie then the upper level is pulled straight from the dreams of an elite designer. Dark wooden furniture with plush white and black setting, vines of ivy clung to the walls, golden ring lights are pressed into the ceiling with more of the white pendant lights hung in small clusters. A single bar top that runs the entire length of the room, is pressed against the wall. The counter is too far away to see but you wouldn’t doubt if it was marble.

You spot a few familiar faces and point out the coworkers to Wooyoung. The two of you head over to say hello before you search for your friends. 

“Oh my God, you made it!!!” 

Arms wrapped around your waist tightly, squeezing the breath from your lungs and when you look down, a bright red hood is all you see.

“Your costume is so cute! Are you a hybrid?” 

The body pulls away and those striking green eyes spark up at you. You take in the woman’s sultry makeup, the soft curls in her hair and the spillage of boob from the white ruffled blouse that has a black corset pushing everything upwards. 

“Tisha! You look…wait, are you little red?” 

You stare down at your coworker and you can feel the pride spilling off her as she grins and nods her head. Her curls bounce around her shoulders and you can’t help but laugh. Of course she would want to match with Jungkook.

“It suits you.” You look around and you don’t see Jungkook at all.

“Right! I just know Jungkook will love it!” Tisha smooths her hands over the red skirt of her dress and cocks an eyebrow. “So, what kind of hybrid are you?”

“A cat.”

“That’s so cute! You and Jungkookie always but heads, so it works too!”

“Huh?” 

Tisha waves her hand around and shrugs her shoulders, “You know what I mean, right? Like the two of you are always bickering.” You hum in agreement and she pulls at your arm as another smile takes over her face. “Let’s get a drink!”

Together, you head over to the bar and sure enough, the bar top is white and black marble. To your left you notice a familiar face, “Taehyung?”

The man turns at the sound of his name and mismatched brown eyes find yours. A boxy smile pulls at a set of lips and you find yourself smiling as well. If Taehyung is here then you know Jungkook isn’t too far behind. Taehyung’s eyes drink you in from head to toe and he nods his head, “A cat hybrid? Cute.”

“You think so?” You twirl around for Taehyung and he chuckles at the sight of your tail.

“You really put some effort into it.”

“Do you like my costume?” Tisha jumps into your conversation with Taehyung and his eyes slide over to her.

He raises an eyebrow and clicks his tongue, “Little Red…how original.”

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing at Taehyung’s unimpressed tone but Tisha is clueless. 

“I know Jungkook said he needed a little red to his big bad, so yeah. I thought it would work out.” Tisha gushes and Taehyung’s head tilts in confusion.

“Big Bad…like-like the wolf?” 

“Yeah, duh! What else would he be?”

Taehyung looks down at his outfit and you take the time to figure out what he could be. His usual dark brown hair is dyed a soft honey brown and cut into a mullet. His warm brown eyes are underlined in thick black liner with a black smudged smokey look and there is a tinted balm on his lips. A double chained necklace hugs his throat a little looser than the choker that you wear and it’s paired with a white tank top that hangs loosely around his frame. A leather jacket with silver studded sleeves really pulls the whole look together with simple black leather pants and chunky black boots. 

“Are you in a band?” You question and Taehyung grins.

“I’m the lead singer, pretty.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Tisha pouts and Taehyung takes a sip of his drink before he looks at Tisha.

“Oh really? And why is that?”

“Jungkook is the big bad wolf. Why would you be a singer of a band?”

“I wonder?” Taehyung muses with a knowing look and you roll your eyes. “Can I get you a drink?” Taehyung offers and you laugh.

“It’s a company party, Tae. The drinks are free.”

Taehyung puts his hands up with a laugh, “Worth a shot.” Taehyung raises his hand to get one of the bar tender’s attention and when the young guy comes over, you order a whiskey sour while Tisha orders a tequila sunrise. The three of you chat for a while and Tisha looks bored.

“Where is Jungkook?” She asks for the umpteenth time and Taehyung ignores the question.

“Why don’t you go look for him, hmm? I’m sure he’s around here somewhere,” you offer seeing the way Taehyung’s jaw ticks.

Tisha scans the room and nods her head with a sigh, “Better than being here all night.”

When Tisha is out of sight Taehyung downs the rest of his drink and slams the glass down on the bar top.

“Thank fuck, she’s gone. Holy shit! How can she not take a hint? Damn!” Taehyung curses as he runs a hand through his hair. “Does she really think Jungkook likes her? I’ll kick his ass outta the pack, I swear to Luna!”

You laugh and slap Taehyung’s shoulder, “Shut up, you will not!” You shake your head and sip at your drink. “Besides, I’m sure that Jungkook is reaching his limit…assuming that this band you speak of, is with the whole pack?”

Taehyung ducks his head, trying to hide his smirk but you know him better by now. 

“What’s everyone’s role?”

“I’m the singer, Hoseok is lead guitar, Namjoon is bass, Jungkook is drums, Yoongi is keyboard, Seokjin is rhythm guitar and Jimin is our manager.”

You giggle and try to imagine the pack as full fledged rock stars.

“Can Hoseok even play the guitar?” 

Taehyung laughs as he shakes his head, “Nope, but he looks good holding one.”

“Who looks good?” 

That all too familiar voice creeps up behind you and you feel an arm being thrown around your shoulders. 

“Get off me, wolf boy!” 

Warm musk, with a slightly fresh and clean scent engulfs you as you are pulled into a tight embrace. 

“Oh, cat ears? Cute!” 

You push at the chest that is in front of you and when you can see light again, you glare up at Jungkook as he smirks down at you. You notice right away that Jungkook has two silver hoops in his lower lip and you swallow thickly. Jungkook’s eyes seem to darken as he looks down at you and before you can say anything he boops your nose with his index finger.

“Are you a pallas cat?” He steps closer and you feel his hand slide down the length of your back, stopping at the small of your back, where your tail is clipped. “You even have a cute little tail. Such a cute little kitten…”

“S-Shut up! What happened to the big bad wolf, huh?” You poke at his chest and Jungkook pretends to be wounded as he backs away and stands by Taehyung’s side. At this distance you can take in his full custom and honestly he looks good. His hair has been dyed black and style messily with wisps and spikes while a fringe hangs in his eyes. You assume that he is wearing clip-in to give himself a little more length in the back for his shorter mullet. Jungkook’s ears are completely adored in many silver hoops that are mismatched in size and style along with a chunky chain necklace. He’s wearing a white graphic t-shirt that is tucked into a pair of plaid pants that have different shades of blue and red; with fabric straps buckled around each of his thighs. A matching jacket is worn over top and large black boots with five thick buckles complete his outfit. Taehyung said that Jungkook was the supposed drummer and he definitely looks the part.

“What? I’m still pretty big-”

“Shut up!” You snap as heat attacks your face and Jungkook just smirks while Taehyung laughs.

“Have you seen Tisha yet?” Taehyung asks and Jungkook raises an eyebrow.

“No…should I have?”

“For fuck shakes….” You whine and Taehyung chuckles.

“You’ll find out sooner or later.”

Wooyoung emerges from the crowd and throws himself at the bar. Sweat is beading along his forehead and his hair is now sticking to his face as he pants to catch his breath. You look at your friend and pat his back soothingly while raising your hand to order him a glass of water.

“So many people…and it’s not even just our company. There is another one here too.”

“I thought I didn’t recognize a lot of people,” Jungkook sighs and Wooyoung licks his lips.

“I don’t know how many times I’ve been hit on but someone grabbed my ass and I was done.”

“That fucking sucks.”

Everyone stares at Jungkook and his face heats up as he holds up his hands and shakes his head. “Oh my God! N-No, that’s not like…shit! That’s not what I meant. I wasn’t trying to be funny.” Jungkook stammers seeing that Wooyoung is dressed like a vampire.

“You’re so fucking stupid,” You laugh and Jungkook pouts while Taehyung just sips his new drink.

A piano playing a well known beat catches your ears and you perk up.

“I love this song!” You rush off to the dance floor without looking back and Jungkook growls seeing the different set of eyes following after you.

“Down, boy,” Taehyung teases and Wooyoung chokes on his water. “You can go if you want but Jimin and Hoseok are out there. The three of them together will be safe.”

Wooyoung nods in agreement and clears his throat, “When are you gonna drop the invite into the pack?” 

“It’s open-”

“Never.” Jungkook’s voice is flat as he glares at Taehyung and Taehyung just huffs with an eye roll. “A human can’t be in the pack. It isn’t safe.”

Weaving in and out of people, Tisha searches for Jungkook. She has not found a single man dressed as the big bad wolf and she is starting to wonder if maybe Jungkook hasn’t arrived to the party yet. She meant Taehyung at the bar and while walking around she sees Jimin and Hoseok on the dance floor. Seokjin, Namjoon and Yoongi are sitting at one of the booths with drinks in front of them, just chatting it up but no Jungkook. Another thing that is bothering her is that the members of Jungkook’s pack are all dressed in a similar fashion. Eyeliner, smokey eyeshadows, leather and chains with black boots. She always thought that packs tended to do group costumes as part of their culture. It is in their blood to want to match or at least coordinate with each other.

Feeling thirsty, Tisha moves through the bodies around her and heads towards the bar. She spots Taehyung in the same spot that she left him but this time he is talking to another man. She cannot tell who it is from the back, but she knows that it isn’t Jungkook. Sighing, Tisha stands in front of the bar and ignores Taehyung and the other man as she orders a double shot of tequila with a long island iced tea as a chaser. 

“You okay, Tisha? You’re looking a little down.” 

Tisha’s eyes slide to the side and she sees Wooyoung looking at her with concern in his brown eyes. 

“I can’t find Jungkook anywhere!” Tisha whines and Taehyung sips his drink. This has nothing to do with him. “His whole pack is here but he is-”

Tisha spots movement in her peripheral coming towards Taehyung and then there is a brief pause. She turns her head and sure enough Jungkook is standing a few feet away looking at the phone in his hand. A smile starts to tug at Tisha’s lips as she takes a step towards Jungkook but she stops and looks at him. He isn’t dressed as the big bad wolf at all. If anything he’s dressed as some wannabe rockstar from the 80’s. 

“Hey…Jungkook?” Tisha calls out to him and Jungkook looks up from his phone. His eyes widen when he sees that Tisha is wearing a little red riding hood costume. “I-I thought you were gonna be a wolf?” 

“Oh, um…yeah. I was just joking around.”

Tisha bites her bottom lip and tilts her head to the side, “You look good. This is a different look. It’s very…different.”

“Thanks! I’m the drummer in the pack,” Jungkook winks and Tisha giggles.

“Yeah? Are you good at banging things?” 

Jungkook opens his mouth and quickly closes it before he rubs the back of his neck and Tisha’s eyes widen.

“Um, so-sorry, that came out wrong.”

Taehyung and Wooyoung share a look and before Taehyung can take pity on his pack mate, Jimin and Hoseok bust through the crowd of people with you right behind them. Jimin’s face is flushed and his eyes are ink black. Taehyung jumps to his feet and Jungkook is pulling you out of Hoseok’s grasp, pushing you behind himself.

“What happened?” Taehyung demands as he pulls Jimin into his arms. Jimin’s body melts, legs go weak and Taehyung helps him over to the bar. He sits Jimin in his chair and smooths the black hair from Jimin’s face. 

Hoseok runs a hand through his own shaggy brown hair that is also cut into a mullet as well. “Some asshole siren tried to corner her-” Hoseok points in your direction, “into leaving with him.”

“What?” Jungkook whips around to face you and grabs your arms, turning you every which way to make sure you are unharmed. “Are you okay? Did he touch you?”

“I’m fine, Jungkook.” You cup Jungkook’s face in between your hands, seeing that his eyes are now ruby red. “I promise. Jimin defended my honor.”

“I should have ripped that asshole’s head off!” Jimin hisses and Hoseok rubs his back as he nods his head in agreement.

“Why didn’t you?” Jungkook snaps and Hoseok clears his throat.

“We’re at a work event, Kook. Wouldn’t be a good look for our very human bosses to see us covered in blood.”

Jungkook grumbles under his breath and nuzzles into the palm of your hand. You smile and coo at him, scratching right behind his ear.

“Who's a good boy?”

“Fuck off,” Jungkook laughs as he pushes you away from him and you notice Tisha standing at the bar for the first time.

“I need a drink,” Jimin mutters and Taehyung waves over the bartender.

“Anything you in the mood for?” Taehyung questions and Jimin shakes his head. “Shots for everyone?”

“Yes!”

“Bring it!”

Taehyung orders two rounds of shots and you all gather around Jimin. Holding a glass in your hand you stand beside Jungkook and grin as you all clink your glasses together. Downing your shot you curse as it spills out of your mouth a little and dribbles down your chin.

“Did you fucking miss your mouth?” Jungkook laughs and wipes at the corner of your mouth with his thumb. “Such a messy kitten, huh?” 

“Shut up!” You pout and your whole body shivers as the liquid makes its way through your body and warms your chest.

Jungkook brings his thumb to his mouth and sucks the extra liquor from his finger making your eyes widen and before you can comment, Tisha speaks up.

“Are you two dating?” She asks, looking between you and Jungkook with narrowed eyes.

“What?”

“Excuse me?” 

You and Jungkook take a step away from each other while shaking your heads.

“Wolfie isn’t my type.” You lie through your teeth. Jungkook is every bit your type, but he doesn't date humans.

“Yeah, not really feeling the whole easily killed bit,” Jungkook points out and Tisha’s whole face lights up.

“Jungkook?” Tisha calls his name and sets her glass on the bar top. “Can I talk to you for a moment please?”

Jungkook looks at Taehyung for help but he is ordering another round while Hoseok is making sure Jimin is okay. Wooyoung is watching it all unfold and you are ignoring Jungkook now since Tisha’s question. Jungkook sighs and steps to the side, making room for Tisha to walk past. 

“Lead the way,” Jungkook relents and follows Tisha in silence. 

“You think she’s gonna drop the bomb?” Wooyoung wonders as he knocks back a shot and your face scrunches up.

Tisha and Jungkook…yeah that won’t go over well with the pack. The pack is a family and it is hard to leave, so when a member starts to court someone, the pack has a huge say in the matter. None of Jungkook’s packmates like Tisha and Jungkook has voiced his grievances about Tisha to you many times. Overall you think Tisha is okay, but she is a bit spoiled and wants things her way. You glance up at the glass ceiling of the club and the clouds above are a little darker but you can still see some of the stars in the sky.

“I think Jungkook is fucking clueless about her feelings and might break her heart,” Taehyung voices and you suck your teeth. You hope he doesn’t make her cry, that would be embarrassing for everyone.

Outside on a balcony tucked behind large white and gold curtains, Tisha stands with Jungkook hidden in the dark of the night. The air is cool enough for goosebumps to appear on Tisha’s arms and Jungkook frowns. 

“We should get back inside quickly. You could get sick out here.”

Tisha smiles at Jungkook’s thoughtfulness and grabs the end of her cape before she hugs an arm around her body, underneath her breasts; surrounding herself in a little bit of warmth. Her free hand plays with a strand of hair and she looks up at the sky. Inhaling deeply before she lets it out, Tisha thinks of how she can start the conversation.

“It’s beautiful out tonight, right?” Her eyes fall to Jungkook and she watches in silence as Jungkook glances up at the stars, nodding his head in agreement. “I’ve always loved the night time, it’s so much more peaceful.”

Jungkook bites the inside of his lip, nibbling on the back of his lip ring as he listens to Tisha talk. He really doesn’t understand what she is trying to say but he’ll let her ramble if it makes her feel better.

“Jungkook can I…” Tisha sighs and tucks the strand of hair in her hand behind her ear. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

Jungkook’s brows raise and he stares at Tisha unsure if he wants to hear the question.

“Um, yeah…I guess.”

“Your pack. A-Are you together?”

“Huh?”

“Like romantically, are you together?” 

Jungkook’s mouth drops open and his eyes widen, “What? Nooooo! No, no, no-” He laughs and shakes his head, “Luna, no! They are more like my brothers than anything.”

“Really? You guys seem close.”

Jungkook tugs at his earlobe and fiddles with one of the earrings. “I mean that’s what a pack is. They know me better than anyone in the whole world. They look out for me and make sure I’m okay. And I do the same for them. It’s hard to explain to a human, but think of wolves as-” Jungkook hums as he thinks of the right term to use, “Soulmates. That’s pack. We all found each other in this crazy fucking world and we make each other better, as brothers.”

“And if you want to date outside of the pack?”

“Date? Yeah, that’s an option too. Just because we live together doesn’t mean that we can’t date or have a normal love life. Our partners become part of the pack and that’s really it.”

Tisha nods her head at the information and Jungkook rubs the back of his neck, not sure what else to say.

“Jungkook?”

“That’s me!” Jungkook tries to joke and Tisha smiles.

“I um, I-I really like you and I want to…well-” Tisha sighs and shakes her head before she steadies her nerves. “Would you like to go out with me?”

Jungkook stares at Tisha unblinking. He looks down at his shoes, over to the plant in the corner and back to Tisha’s shoes before he looks up into her face. She is staring with wide eyes, her mouth pressed into a weary smile as she waits for an answer.

Jungkook’s mouth opens and closes a few times before he clears his throat and huffs out a dry laugh. “That’s um, well you see-”

“You can pick the time and place. I don’t care where it is as long as I’m with you.” Tisha quickly interrupts and Jungkook licks his lips, fighting to figure out how to break her heart nicely. 

“Yeah, that’s not the issue, Tisha.”

“Do you want me to pick the place?” Tisha’s eyes seem to sparkle in the low lighting of the stars and artificial candle flames that sit in old iron lanterns. 

“You’re not understanding me.” Jungkook sighs and licks his lips before he kicks at the ground with the toe of his boot. “I’m not going to date you…ever.”

“Wh-What? B-But, why? You’re single and I’m single.”

“Yeah, but I’m not attracted to you. I never was and I’m sorry if I ever gave you that impression but-”

“Is it someone at work? Do you like someone else?”

“What?”

Jungkook’s eyes double in size and Tisha laughs something hollow and cold. In the green of her iris, small wisps of smoke start to swirl around in her eyes as the wind around them picks up.

“Who is it, Jungkook? Who can’t let you go? You belong with me!” Tisha shouts above the wind as it starts to moan and groan. Leaves and debris from the street are whisked into the air and thrown about. “Who?!” Tisha demands and Jungkook shakes his head.

“What are you doing, Tisha? Stop it! You’re going to hurt someone!” Jungkook takes a step forward and Tisha shoves her arm out. A strong gust of wind knocks Jungkook back onto his ass and his eyes glow red as he glares at the woman before him.

“If you won’t tell me who it is then everyone shall suffer!”

“What?!” 

Jungkook watches in horror as the clouds above darken into a deep grey, almost black and circle over the club. A sudden bolt of lightning strikes the building and the whole place is plunged into darkness before the clouds start to thicken and drop down into a cyclone with the club being in the eye of the storm.

“I can’t date you, Tisha!” Jungkook yells as he forces himself to half shift, his nails elongating enough to dig into the concrete beneath him. “You’re human. Witch or not, it wouldn’t work!”

“That’s a lie!” Tisha shots and another bolt of lightning strikes the building, this time a deep emerald green color. Green smoke falls from the cycling and there are sudden screams from inside. Jungkook’s eyes dart towards the doors and his heart pounds in his chest, he can feel his pack mate’s fear through their bond. Suddenly everything inside goes quiet. The screams, the music, everything is deathly still and Jungkook’s eyes shift to red.

“What did you do?” Jungkook demands. He can’t feel his packmates anymore. Tisha grins and it’s wrong. Twisted and crazed as she licks her lips.

“This is your punishment, Jeon Jungkook! Suffer with everyone else!” Tisha hisses and crackles something wicked before she disappears in a green poof of smoke. The clouds lighten and thin out and shortly after like the play button on a remote had been pressed the lights in the club come back on.

“Jungkook?!”

“Kookie!?” 

Namjoon and Seokjin’s voice call his name over the music, closer to the door. Jungkook glances at where Tisha stood, scared that she will harm his packmates even when he cannot smell her. 

“Jungkook?!”

Arms wrap around Jungkook, the scent of pack, his pack floods his senses and his body slowly untenses from the unease that grips his heart. He is stuck staring at the spot where Tisha was standing and Namjoon waves his hand in front of his face.

“Jungkook, what the fuck happened? We felt your fear from inside…are-are you okay?” Seokjin looks over Jungkook’s body while Namjoon searches the balcony for anything unnatural. 

There is a scent in the air, heartache, longing and such ire. Namjoon rubs his nose and sneezes, shaking his head as he walks back over to Seokjin who is helping Jungkook stand on his own two feet. 

“What happened?” Seokjin asks once more and Jungkook shakes his head. He doesn’t believe it himself.

“Hyung…Tisha is a witch. I-I think she put a curse on me?”

“What?!” Namjoon and Seokjin both shout and stare at Jungkook in disbelief; he is just as shocked. Witches aren’t rare but they tend to work and live within their coven. To have a lone witch…Tisha must be very powerful.

“We need to contact Hyunwoo and-”

Someone screams from inside the club and the sound of glass shattering fills the air before growls, hisses and more screams pour out into the night air.

The three of them share a look and rush inside, scared for the rest of their packmates. Inside the club, a million different scents assault their noses. Strong scents of fear, confusion and bloodlust are hard to ignore.

“What the fuck is happening?” Seokjin gasps as he sees creatures being held down out all over the place. 

The sharp scent of death catches Namjoon’s attention and he growls low in his chest, “Pack!” 

Seokjin and Jungkook rush after him as Namjoon barrels through the bodies, pushing everyone out of his way. At the bar, Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi are acting as a living barricade around Hoseok who is holding your unconscious body as Wooyoung hisses, his eyes are black with red spider veins pulling at his pale skin, and there are razor sharp fangs dripping venom in his mouth.

Jungkook blinks a few times and rubs at his eyes. No, there’s no way. Wooyoung isn’t a vampire, he’s human like you…Jungkook looks past his packmates and his breath catches in his throat. The grey ears on top of your head twitch and flicker in his direction before Hoseok’s red eyes find him.

“What the fuck?!” Jungkook growls under his breath and Hoseok is just as confused.

“We need to get out of here, now!” Yoongi growls as he shoves Wooyoung back, sending the fledgling into the nearest table.

Wooyoung picks himself up and snarls, his teeth dripping venom and before he can attack, another vampire, much older and more powerful (Jungkook thinks his name is San) grabs him and uses his own power to put him under.

“Thank you.” Yoongi gives the vampire a firm nod and they all turn to your unconscious form in Hoseok’s arms.

“We leave now.” Taehyung leaves no room for debate and they all form a barrier around you and Hoseok.

“Oh my God! It’s BTS!!” Someone’s voice shouts over all the chaos and all at once, all eyes in the place are focused on Jungkook and his pack.

“Huh?” Hoseok looks around confused, he isn’t sure what is going on. BTS? Yeah, that’s what they decided to call their little for the night. It’s short for Bangtan Sonyeondan, something Namjoon and Yoongi came up with on the fly.

“Jungkook, marry me!”

“Yoongi, marry me!”

All over everyone is screaming their names, shouting for their attention and are forcefully restrained by security guards. One guard comes up to them and others clear a path for the group to be led down the steps and onto the first floor.

The pack looks at Taehyung and he nods his head, his face void of any emotion. Hoseok tightens his hold around you and together, BTS walk through the cleared path and down the steps. The DJ from before is completely marble and stands frozen in time. Jungkook’s eyes widen as he follows the group and notices that they are being led to a stage that he didn’t notice in the midst of everyone dancing before.

As Taehyung steps onto the stage, the others follow suit. Hoseok silently hands you over to Jimin and pats his shoulder. 

“Keep her safe…” 

Jimin shifts you in his arms while the rest of the pack go up on stage and his nose wrinkles as lime zest and cane sugar tickle his senses. A faint milky undertone sits at the base of the scent and Jimin growls low. Omega. 

On stage, Taehyung steps up to the mic and clears his throat.

“Uh…yeah. So, we’re BTS and I honestly have no fucking clue what is going on. But, whatever! We’re here and it would be a waste to pass up such a nice stage.”

Jimin snorted at Taehyung’s words. Something has happened and while he isn’t sure what, Jimin can smell the ever subtle trace of magic in the air. The pack all look at each other and take their positions, Jungkook sits behind a drum set, Hoseok and Seokjin grab guitars, Namjoon a bass and Yoongi stands behind a keyboard. 

Taehyung howls into the mic and Jungkook comes behind him on the drums. Namjoon’s fingers pluck at the strings of his bass while Seokjin starts the rhythm and soon the whole band is playing as Taehyung sings.

I can feel you, I can hear you, howling in my bones

There's an evil lurking in the dark (there's an evil lurkin' in the dark)

Ever shifting, skin is ripping, as you take control

I can't tell where you end and where I start (there's an evil lurkin' in the dark)

Namjoon and Jungkook act as the backing vocals, giving the song an added layer of dark mystery.

A ferocious diagnosis, under moonlit hands, will

The man become the monster or the monster become man?

Seokjin sings in a higher register than Taehyung and the crowd is eating it up.

I could be up all night, but I'm paralyzed when the creature comes alive

'Cause it's fight or fright, in the full moonlight

You can run but you can't hide

I could be honest, I could be human

I could become the silver bullet in your head

But no one can break my heart like I can

(Werewolf)

As Yoongi howls and the band continues to play, you start to stir in Jimin’s arms. Your eyes open, squinted and blinking rapidly as you try to adjust to the lighting. Jimin coos down at you, nuzzling his nose against yours with a pensive smile on his face.

“Hey, welcome back.”

You groan in response and Jimin carefully lowers you to the floor, keeping an arm around your waist as strength comes back to your legs. Everything is loud, so, very loud. The lighting is making you feel sick as well and the top of your head feels like it’s on fire. You reach up to scratch at your scalp and Jimin quickly grabs your hand.

“Wait…j-just wait a minute.” 

“It itches! This headband needs to go.” You whine and Jimin nods his head in understanding.

“Right…the headband.” 

Jimin lets go of your hand and you eye him weary as you reach up to snatch the headband from your head. You touch something soft and your whole body shivers, your stomach twisting into knots.

Bleed the neon from the bite marks, ever bittersweet

Smile for the camera but don't flash your teeth (everybody loves a mystery)

Let the bodies hit the dance floor to this heartbreak beat

I feel like somebody's watchin' me (feels like everybody's watchin' me)

Seductively destructive, we are true romance

Does the man become the monster or the monster become man?

Your head snaps to the side and your eyes widen at the sight of Jungkook and his pack performing on stage. You remember Taehyung telling you that Hoseok could not play the guitar, but you can’t tell from how he is shredding away. Your eyes jump from member to member and they are each playing the instrument that Taehyung has told you about. You never knew that Jungkook could even play the drums.

“What is even going on?” You whisper, feeling like this has to be some kind of dream. 

You look at Jimin to ask a question and gasp, flinching when you feel a sharp pain in your lower back. A hiss spills from your lips and Jimin eyes you critically. Your eyes start to water and you don’t understand why you are in pain. Jimin’s eyes soften in understanding and he moves you to stand in front of him.

“One moment, kitten.” 

Jimin forces his nails to grow and pinches the fabric of your bodysuit between his fingers. Carefully he rips the fabric at the base of your spin and you shiver as his fingers wrap around something that wasn’t there before. You feel Jimin pull something out of your bodysuit and the pain is gone.

“Feel better, kitten?” 

“Um…yeah. W-What did you do? What did you pull-” You jump at the feeling of Jimin’s hands on your...it’s not your butt but it’s pretty close. Turning your head to look over your shoulders, your hazel cat eyes double in size at the sight of a grey tail. “Is that-”

“You’ve got a tail to match your pretty ears…”

“I-I…what is happening to me?”

Jimin wraps his arms around your waist and holds you as you slowly start to fall apart. Your thoughts are running a mile a minute, you don’t understand what has happened. One minute you were joking with Wooyoung and the next everything was pitch black and you suddenly had the worst headache of your life. Wooyoung dropped to the floor unconscious and when you checked for a pulse there wasn’t one. Your head still hurts and when you go to rub it once more, you feel soft fur as it tickles your fingertips. Ears…you have real animal ears on top of your head where your headband should be.

Jimin nuzzles his nose into your neck and you purr, your body feeling lax as you lean against his chest. Jimin hums deep in his chest and inhales a lungful of your new scent.

“Mmmmm. You’re a hybrid from the smell of it, kitten…and you smell wonderful.”

“A-A hybrid? But, how? This has to be a dream.”

“That we’re all in and aware of?” Jimin muses and you gulp. He has a point there. Maybe this is more like a nightmare. “Let’s just roll with it for now and we can figure out what the fuck is going on after. Right now no one is trying to kill, attack or fuck anyone, so I’ll take that small victory.”

“What are the guys going to do?”

“What do you think? We’re BTS, the world famous rock band!”

The name rings a small bell deep in your subconscious and slowly, song after song plays in your mind. BTS, Bangtan Sonyeondan. Yes, you remember now. BTS is a band that you work with…no. No, that can’t be right. It doesn’t make sense. Why would BTS work at your company? Your mind is starting to feel hazy, molasses slow as the memories of the pack start to shift into fleeting meetings and longing stares shared through a screen. What are you even doing here by their manager’s side?

The song changes and Namjoon howls. It makes your ears twitch and your eyes focus on the drummer, Jungkook as he starts to move around.

보름달 아래서

허벅지를 꼬집고

참아야 하는 거야 no

옆에 누워있는

살짝 비춰지는

널 어떻게 해야 돼

Taehyung growls the word “wolf” low into the mic and your tail wraps around your waist as Jungkook howls. On the second “wolf” the whole band howls along with the other werewolves in the club. Beside you, Jimin smirks and throws his arm over your shoulder.

“Shall we get a drink? The others will come up when they are done.”

“S-Sure…” You struggle to find your footing as Jimin grabs your hand and pulls you through the mass of bodies with two members of security tagging along. As you walk up the steps to the second floor, you feel the haze of your mind lifting. You shake your head trying to clear the lingering effects of whatever was going on downstairs and Jimin helps you sit at the bar. He keeps a hand on your lower back, just above your tail and tells you to sit forward on the stool, so that your tail isn’t squished. You take his advice and Jimin nods, proud of himself as he sits beside you.

“Water?” Jimin offers and you hum in agreement. Water sounds like the safest choice since you still have no idea what is going on. 

“How long will this-” You motion to your ears and wiggle your tail behind you, “Last? I don’t know if I can take the amount of smells coming at me.”

Jimin coos with a frown and places a hand on your knee, “We’ll figure something out. As a demon, my nose is better attuned to curses and there is magic in the air. It’s faint but there.”

“A curse did this?!” You stare at Jimin in disbelief. “Who would even want to do this?”

“You’d be surprised.” Jimin laughs and runs a hand through his ink black hair. “It has been quite a while since I’ve seen a spell of this caliber. To affect everyone, both human and other alike…I hate to say it but I’m impressed.”

“Says the demon that just became the manager of a famous band,” You frown and Jimin chuckles. 

“What can I say? I’m blessed!” 

Jungkook is panting by the time he walks off the stage with the rest of his pack. His hair is plastered to his forehead by sweat and the jacket he had on is now draped over one of his arms. He knows his graphic t-shirt is soaked, he can feel it stick to his chest, abs and back. It’s a gross feeling but the cheering from everyone in the club is worth it. As he heads up the steps that lead to the second floor, Jungkook feels his inner wolf pace around. The animal is uneasy and Jungkook cannot remember why.

Reaching the second floor, Jungkook easily spots Jimin and sees that he is talking to what looks to be a hybrid. Needing a bottle of water, Jungkook makes his way to the bar and the scent of freshly zested limes dusted in cane sugar smacks him in the face. The wolf inside purrs in content and presses at the forefront of his mind. Jungkook’s eyes shift to red and Jimin’s gaze meets his own. The demon grins, his teeth gleaming in the lighten as he licks his lips and says something to the hybrid before him.

The hybrid turns in their seat and piercing hazel cat eyes stare into Jungkook’s very soul. The ears on top of your head twitch and your tail quivers, your chest rumbles with a loud purr and Jungkook is standing in front of you in the blink of an eye. 

“Kitten…wow.” Jungkook’s eyes glance up at your ears and heat creeps up the back of your neck and runs fire hot under your cheeks. 

You duck your head to gather your thoughts, unable to think straight with Jungkook looking right at you but he isn’t having that. Lifting your chin with his index and middle finger, Jungkook growls in warning and narrows his eyes.

“Eyes on me-”

The faintest hint of sweetened milk invades Jungkook’s olfactory and leans forward, grazing his nose along the pink leather of the choker around your throat. Your breath catches in your throat as Jungkook inhales deeply and you whine, your tail flicking around behind you. Jimin slides off his bar stool and disappears into the bodies that are on the second floor. He knows when he isn’t needed. A hot dampness, pressed against your neck, the choker in the way, guarding most of the skin as Jungkook samples your new scent gland. You shiver and Jungkook’s inner wolf howls.

“Omega.”

Jungkook’s nose presses against the choker and he inhales again, your scent creating a warmth deep in his stomach that makes all the blood rush to the knot in his pants. 

“A-Alpha?”

The title is a high pitched whine, a mix between a purr and cry. Jungkook growls as your sent spikes, the cane sugar now much sweeter and it makes his mouth water.

“What do you want, Omega?” Jungkook flicks his tongue against your choker and nips at the leather with his teeth. You can feel the warmth of his breath as he breathes against the moist skin. Jungkook hums in question as you remain silent, your scent becoming sweeter and sweeter as the seconds pass. “Tell, Alpha, pretty kitten. Tell Alpha what you want.”

“K-Knot. Want A-Alpha’s knot!”

Jungkook’s wolf claws to the surface, determined to answer his sweet omega’s call as your body trembles in front of him. Jungkook grabs hold of your hand and tugs you towards the restrooms. Kicking the door open to the women, Jungkook shoves you inside and snarls at an older bird hybrid that is coming out of the men’s room. He slams the door shut and clicks the lock in place before unbutton and unzips his pants. Your senses are in overdrive, your body feels too hot and you feel a gush of liquid spill from between your legs. You whine at the feeling, not used to the heady scent coming off of Jungkook or the wetness between your legs. 

“I know, ‘mega.” Jungkook huffs with a chuckle as he pulls his dick free from his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Keeping his back towards you, Jungkook bites his lip as his groin tingles and he starts to pee on the floor by the door, the liquid seeping under the crack of the door and spilling out into the hallway. Jungkook grumbles as his wolf yips in delight. Now, no one will try to come into the bathroom. He gave them a clear warning that this place is his and soon he will show everyone that the omega is his as well.

“Wolfie!” 

Jungkook tucks himself back into his pants and spins on the heel of his boots. There you are looking like sin. Your chest is heaving, sweat is beaded on your forehead and your hazel cat eyes are blown wide. What a pretty sight, his pretty little kitten. Jungkook walks over to you, his boots landing heavily against the floor before he is standing in front of you. Jungkook’s large hand wraps around your throat and you whimper, widen your legs as he steps closer. You can feel the heat of his body through your clothing, you can feel the stiffness of his dick and it makes your mouth water.

“Messy kitten,” Jungkook coos and licks at the corner of your mouth. You didn’t even realize that you were drooling. You part your lips and turn your head slightly, as best you can with his grip on your throat. You greet his tongue with yours and Jungkook groans at the taste of you. He licks into your mouth, exploring every crevasse as he devores your moans, swallowing them down like a sweet treat. Fingers dig into your hip and you gasp as he pulls you flush against him, his thigh pressing right into your clothed clit. 

Grinding his thigh against you, Jungkook relishes in the soft wet squishing sound your pussy makes as the fabric becomes soaked. The light grey fabric darkens in one spot and Jungkook groans as you nip at his pierced lip with your newly sharpened teeth. 

“Easy, kitten.”

“K-Knot me Alpha! Want your knot!” You beg, your hips starting to jerk against his thick and corded thigh. 

“Make is messy for me, kitten.” Jungkook mummers as he trails his lips up your jaw to the lob of your ear. “Ruin these pants and I’ll knot your pretty pussy.” Jungkook takes your lob between his teeth and tugs it lightly. “Can you do that?”

“Y-Yes! Yes, Alpha!” 

You grab at Jungkook’s t-shirt, fisting the material in your hands as you start to grind down on his thigh harder. Jungkook looks down his nose at you, watching you get yourself off with little to nothing but the promise of his knot. The wolf inside is happily wagging its tail and howls. Your scent is maddening, Jungkook wishes he would have told you to ride his face and not his thigh. You start to pant more, soft moans and fevered ‘ah, ah, ahs’ fill the air as you reach closer and closer to your release. Jungkook takes pity on you, he reaches between your bodies and presses his thumb right against your clit adding more pressure. Your back bows and you yowl in pleasure as your stomach tightens forcing more liquid to spill from you. Your walls tighten around nothing but that’s okay. The promise of Jungkook eases the ache and as you shiver from the afterglow of your release, Jungkook removes his thigh and rips your bodysuit right down the middle.

You yelp from sudden display of strength and Jungkook chuckles as your scent grows even sweeter. Grabbing your hips, Jungkook spins you around and pushes your outfit off your shoulders. It gathers at your hips and catches on your tail which makes Jungkook growl as he rips the suit once more. It falls to ribbons at your feet but you don’t care about that. What you care about are the set of red eyes drinking in the baby pink lingerie that does very little to hide your body in the bathroom mirror.

“Fuck…” Jungkook’s hand rakes up your sides and slides forward, cupping your breasts and squeezing them before he licks at the side of your neck. “Look at you, so fucking sexy. So fucking-” Jungkook tweaks your nipples between his fingers and chuckles as your tail swats at his side.

“Fucking perfect for me.” Jungkook pulls the bra down, letting your breasts spill out over the fabric before he slides a hand down the front of your body and teases the apex of your thighs.

“I can smell you from here kitten.” Jungkook slaps your thigh twice and you part your legs, giving him access to your dripping core. Cupping your sex, Jungkook pushes the thong to the side and teases two of his fingers between your lips. You shiver at the warmth and your eyes flutter closed. “Eyes on me!” Jungkook demands with a quick slap to your thigh. 

Opening your eyes, you watch as Jungkook drags his hand from between your legs and lifts it up to eye level. You can see your arousal coating his fingers in a clear fluid that is sticky as he separates his fingers creating a thin spider like web between them. You watch, mouth dropping open as Jungkook licks his index finger with the flat of his tongue before he sucks his middle finger into his mouth. His eyes never leave yours as he releases his fingers and trails them down the length of your body. It disappears behind you and you can feel Jungkook shifting around before the warmth of his bare thighs grazes your ass and tail.

You lean forward, back arched with your ass poking out, chest nearly spilling into the cool white porcelain of the sink. Biting his lip, Jungkook purrs in approval and grabs your ass in his hands. He squeezes the globs of flesh tightly, his eyes falling to the smooth looking skin. He glances at your reflection in the mirror to make sure that you are still looking at him. He smirks and delivers a quick slap to your right cheek. You whine at the slight pain, but it makes your walls clench, more of your sex seeping from between your legs. Jungkook giggles, fucking giggles as he soothes the sore spot with his hand and nibbles on his lip piercing.

“Gonna make sure you’re fucking always full, kitten. Can’t wait to cream this pussy and plug you with my fat knot.”

Before you can even beg, the heat from Jungkook’s cock shuts you up as the tip slides between your lips and kisses your entrance. One single push and Jungkook bottoms out, your walls stretching with a dull pain that makes you whimper in delight.

“Shhhiiiit!” Jungkook groans, his head falling forward as he starts to thrust his hips shallowly. The warmth of your pussy is addicting, the smooth endless glide of your slick is everything and more that Jungkook has ever imagined. Looking at the way your pussy stretched around his cock, Jungkook tightens a hand on his hip, his fingers digging into the flesh as he picks up speed.

Skin on skin, wet and loud. Squashling, squeezing, dripping and warm, so fucking warm. Jungkook’s eyes zoned in on the tail at the small of your back and licked his lips. Running a hand down your back, he grabs the base of your tail and tugs lightly, your walls wrap around him in a vice, daring him to move as a full body orgasim is ripped out of you. Your toes curl, your eyes slam shut and you scream, your hazel eyes now a vibrant blue as your canines grow double in size.

“F-fuck!” Jungkook smacks his lips as he contines to fuck into your pussy. “That’s in ‘mega. Make it creamy, baby.” 

Jungkook’s eyes shift to red and his words slowly fade away, giving room for more growls and snarls as his wolf takes over. Another wave of pleasure washes over your body. Your back arches and your tail wraps around Jungkook’s wrist as you plead for his knot, begging him to plug your needy hole. Slamming into you, Jungkook feels the way your womb opens up to him, the way it craves his seed and that spurs him on. Gripping your hair, Jungkook pulls you upward and groans as your walls pulse around his dick. His teeth ache, feeling too big for his mouth, just the right size for the empty spot over your scent glade.

“Mine!” Jungkook growls as his knot starts to swell. “Mine...mine!” The round base pushes against your entrance and your legs shake as your pussy is stretched even more to accommodate his size. Licking his lips, Jungkook howls as his knot pops into you with a loud squish and you scream as his teeth sink into the meat of your neck. Wetness sprays from around Jungkook’s knot, your walls squeeze, push and pull, trying to force him out and keep him in. It’s a painful mixture of pleasure that has you seeing stars and when the hotness of Jungkook’s seed fills your womb, you shiver.

Your neck stings, burns something awful before a cooling numbness spreads and seeps deep into your veins.

Love. 

Want. 

Need. 

Mine. 

Mine. 

Mine. 

Blue eyes meet red ones in the mirror and your inner cat curls into a little ball of soft, soft warmth. Tears blur your vision as Jungkook releases your neck. His tongue is rougher as it licks at the open wound and he shushes you, rubbing his hands up and down your back before he gathers you in his arms as best he can with his knot still locking the two of you together. 

“Shhh, kitten. It’s okay, I got ya. I’m here.” Jungkook tilts your head and licks your tears away, pressing his lips to your cheek and inhaling the scent of you and him. The wound on your neck has closed over, no longer bleeding but it isn’t fully healed. It’s an ugly shade that you know will take some time to go away but you will wear it with pride.

Tears spill over your eyes and Jungkook’s scent changes as he starts to panic. “I’m sorry, fuck! I’m sorry…I didn’t ask!”

You don’t care about that, not really. You have loved Jungkook for so long, and you pray that this isn’t some stick and twisted nightmare. Jungkook always says that he will never date a human because they are too fragile and he cannot always control his wolf. You understood that you had no place beside Jungkook other than as his friend… But now?

“W-What happens now?” You cry, gripping onto Jungkook’s forearm as he holds you up right. “I’m…I’m not a real hybrid-”

“Hey, hey! No, none of that kitten.” Jungkook presses a million kisses to your cheek and hugs you tightly.

“You won’t want me when I change back.”

“I will always want you…” Jungkook drops his forehead to your shoulder and kisses your new mating mark. “I love you.”

“W-what?” 

Hot tears stream down your naked back and Jungkook sniffles.

“I love you. I-I don’t care if this is temporary.” 

Your lower lip wobbles and you shake your head unable to understand. Jungkook loves you…but-

“Jimin and Hoseok will figure it out. They’re demons, this is their shit.”

“And if they can turn me back?” You ponder and Jungkook picks his head to look into your eyes through the mirror.

“It is your call, kitten. I will love you either way. The mating mark will not go away…we can figure it all out.”

Jungkook’s knot starts to deflate and he carefully pulls away from you before he spins you around and tugs you into his arms. His lips are soft as he kisses you breathless. Love, so much love is poured into the kiss and you melt into his body.

“I love you, Jungkook.” You whisper against his lips and Jungkook smiles, his nose scrunching up as he nuzzles against your mating mark.

A knock at the door makes both of you jump and Jungkook growls loudly.

“Are you done yet?” Yoongi’s voice comes from the other side of the door. “The Ward of Magic is here!” He informs you and your eyes widen. The Ward of Magic? They only come when a serious crime has been committed. 

“Do you have my jacket?” Jungkook calls out and Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“Right here, Kookie.”

Jungkook steps away and pulls his shirt off over his head. He eyes your body and looks down at his shirt…Ripping the shirt a few times and making a couple of knots, Jungkook holds out what is now a cute and edge skirt. You quickly put it on, pull your tail through a rip and keep your back towards the door while Jungkook grabs his jacket from Yoongi.

“For fucksake, Kook! Put your dick away!” The pack alpha scolds and Jungkook slams the door in his face. You giggle upon turning around and seeing that Jungkook’s ears are tinted in embarrassment. 

Jungkook holds out his jacket and you slip your arms into it. Carefully, you remove your shoes and Jungkook snickers as you step out of your destroyed body suit. Shoving your feet back into your shoes, you head into the stall and quickly clean yourself up while Jungkook does the same. 

“Ready?” Jungkook questions, his large boba eyes filled with fierce determination.

“Ready.” 

Hand in hand, you and Jungkook exit the bathroom and Yoongi is waiting against the wall with a small smile on his lips.

“Welcome to the pack, kitten.” He giggles, setting the mating mark on your neck and Jungkook licks his lips. He knew that his whole pack would feel it the moment he bit you but having the pack alpha’s approval makes a weight in his chest lift. Jungkook nudges you to head out first, so that he can speak with Yoongi alone. Yoongi raises an eyebrow and quickly scruffs Jungkook on the neck gently. “Guess you were blessed with a curse huh?”