A Look For The History Books | For @jimimn(cr. Namuspromised)

a look for the history books | for @jimimn (cr. namuspromised)

MASTERPIECE! You are a genius! I love everything you write and bringing out my sexy wrecker like that is DANGEROUS. Also, I just love the dialogue you write. It’s so clever and well done. Have you ever thought of writing for film or tv? They could use the dialogue help. 😆

Bet On It | MYG

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: smut, fluff, enemies to lovers, non-Idol!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, kissing, drinking, fingering, getting frisky in a public bathroom, uh i'm gonna say light bondage, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), Yoongi is a blond menace, undercut warning

Word Count: 6.5K

Disclaimer: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: What's a little wager between enemies? How about if it's your body on the line?

A/N: Sooooo this was supposed to be a drabble, part of my Milestone Celebration. The prompt was “That was the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard.” I wrote 500 words... and then another 500... and then bloop! It became a one-shot. Originally I intended to post this on his birthday, but I'm impatient to get started on my next fic idea, so.... here you go!

Thanks to @thatlongspringnight and @namjinsmoonchile for brainstorming trivia team names.

Unbeta’d as usual. I would love to hear what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

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“Okay, you motherfuckers, let’s do this. Cry havoc, and let slip the dogs of war!” With a vicious grin, you raise your pint in a toast to your teammates.

Blank stares greet you from around the table.

“She’s doing it again,” Jungkook says.

“I know. Just ignore her,” Seokjin replies.

“Oh, come on,” you sigh. “Help me out here! It’s been three weeks with no wins. You’re our leader, Seokjin–give us a rousing speech! Do something to rally the troops!”

Jungkook frowns. “Jin, you promised you’d talk to her about the military metaphors.”

“I did! And do you know what she said? ‘Roger that!’ Then she saluted!”

“I’m sitting right here, jerks. You’re not even pretending to whisper!” With a frustrated pout, you turn your attention to the busy room around you.

The Blue & Grey is packed once again as you sip on the pub’s latest brew (an apricot wheat, perfect for early summer) while you wait for your trivia match to begin. It’s your Friday night post-work routine, just as it’s been for the last five months, ever since your coworker/work spouse Seokjin invited you to join his team, the Real Jiniuses.

He’d heard through the office grapevine that you liked games. And were a little competitive. Clearly, his source understated the facts.

You love trivia. And you fucking live for the thrill of competiton.

So once you’d stopped mocking him for the team name, you’d agreed.

Seokjin leans forward, long black hair flopping over his forehead as he gently clasps his large hand over yours. He utters your name calmly, like a parent trying to reason with a bratty child. “Don’t you think you’re taking this a little too seriously?”

“Pfft, I think you’re not taking it seriously enough! Do you really want to lose to You Just Got Served? Again?”

You Just Got Served. Aka the Real Jiniuses’ rivals. Led by Hoseok from Legal aka Hardass Hobi as you and Seokjin refer to him. So named because of his ruthless attitude in the office.

Also he had a peach so firm you could bounce a paperclip off it. Not that you, the head of HR, had ever tried that. Ahem.

Normally, your teams trade the top spot in the match rankings, but they’ve been kicking your asses for the last few weeks. And you know it’s all thanks to one man.

Min Yoongi. Your nemesis.

He’s You Just Got Served’s ace. The man with all the answers. The man who annoys the fuck out of you. Because just as quickly as you marked him your biggest competition for ultimate trivia master, he sussed you out as the same.

A sneak glance at his team’s table confirms what you already knew. He’s watching you. Which only adds to your irritation. Sure, his whole team is technically your competition, but all your ire is reserved for the annoyingly sharp, vexingly handsome man studying you from across the room.

Make no mistake, he is handsome. As he gazes at you now with those cat-like eyes, newly bleached-blonde hair hanging messily over his brow, examining you from behind a pair of thick black frames, your pulse quickens slightly, despite your best efforts to appear calm and unperturbed.

“Do I want to lose to Hardass again and have to deal with him bringing it up in our Monday morning meeting? No. But it’s a minor annoyance in the grand scheme of things.” Seokjin pauses. “Do you really want a repeat of Trivial Pursuit night?”

“You always bring that up!” A few weeks into your time with the team, Seokjin had invited you to his apartment to play board games with some of the others. It had not gone particularly well. The ‘take no prisoners’ approach to trivia you’ve got makes for a bad scene when your opponents are your friends. “I said I was sorry!”

And you’d been permanently banned from board games night.

“You made Jungkook cry!”

You scoff, sipping your pint. “Oh, like that’s hard!”

“Hey!” Jungkook protests with a tiny sniffle. You gesture emphatically.

“Fine, point made,” Seokjin concedes, lovingly rubbing his boyfriend’s back while carefully avoiding his glare. ”Can we just have fun tonight? Please?”

Only because he’s your favorite coworker, and only because you don’t want to lose yet another friendship over a game, you give in. “Yeah, yeah, fun, whatever. I’ll get the next pitcher.”

The bar is horribly crowded as you approach. Apparently all the other players have decided to place their drink orders at the same exact time. Tapping your fingers on the smooth wooden surface, you’re patiently waiting to catch the bartender’s eye when a velvety voice rumbles in your ear.

“Back for more, huh?”

The devil himself. “Hi, Yoongi.”

He slips in beside you, propping himself up on an elbow on the bar. If you were friends, you’d tell him that you think his fresh undercut is striking, and paired with his newfound blondness, makes him look like a goddamn snack.

But you’re not, so you just ignore him and keep focused on flagging down the bartender.

“I never pegged you for a masochist,” Yoongi notes, tongue licking at the corner of his mouth. You try not to follow the movement with your eyes but it’s like breathing - happens completely involuntarily. “Yet here you are again, looking for more pain. Which I’m more than happy to provide.”

You finally place your pitcher order with the bartender before sizing up the man beside you. This is your other Friday night routine–trading insults with Yoongi. It’s how you prepare for the game, exchanging verbal jabs with the enemy. Though lately it’s been more innuendos than barbs, especially on his end, and these back-and-forths leave you feeling more heated than ready for battle.

Damned if you'll let him know that, though. Admitting that Yoongi has some sort of power over you feels like admitting defeat. And that’s the one thing you’ll never do.

“God, I can’t wait to make you choke on those words when we beat your ass tonight.”

His lips twitch mirthfully. “Oh, now you want to choke me? And there’s the sadism. Fascinating. I’m just learning all sorts of new things about you tonight.”

“Oh, fuck off,” you groan, rolling your eyes. He’s so transparent with these attempts to get under your skin. It’d be hilarious, if only they didn’t work. “Maybe you should spend less time learning about me and more time studying up on your trivia? Then you won’t have to resort to these childish attempts at riling me up to feel superior.”

“Please. We both know I don’t need to do any of that. When it comes to trivia, I’m the king.”

“You’re the worst, your highness,” you proclaim, tone dripping with disdain.

He sidles closer, near enough that you breathe him in. Despite all his sharpness, his scent is so soft–lavender, with woodsy notes, mixed with the spice of the whisky cocktail he exhales as he peers at you through those dark glasses. Warm and inviting.

“Oh, I like that. You can call me that from now on, if you’d please.”

“Fuck off. Prepare to be dethroned, asshole.”

“Ha. You making a run for the crown? Good. Bring it. But know that I never back down from a challenge.”

Your retort is cut off by a voice behind you. “Yoongi, did you–oh.” It’s Hobi, looking devastatingly gorgeous as usual in a perfectly tailored suit. Since most of the players here come straight from your place of work, it's a rather well-dressed bunch of nerds. No complaints on your end. “I was gonna ask what’s taking you so long with my drink, but nevermind. I see now.”

“Just having a friendly little discussion here.”

“I’m sure.” Hobi nods coolly at you before he nudges Yoongi out of the way to speak to the bartender. “Don’t let me interrupt.”

“Oh no, please do,” you quip. “I insist.”

Yoongi pouts, pretty lips puffing up before that cocky grin reappears again. It’s never far when he’s talking to you. “But we were having such an illuminating conversation.”

“You mispronounced ‘torturous.’”

His smile widens and you realize you’ve once again led him where he wants the conversation to go. It’s incredible. You never intend to set him up like that and yet there you go walking directly into his traps every time.

You sidestep.

“Well, it depends on–what? What are you looking at?” He slaps a hand to his slender neck suddenly, rubbing as though he’ll find something staining the skin there, based on the way you’re squinting as you stare at his throat.

“Sorry, I’m just marveling at the structural integrity of your neck.”

He lifts an eyebrow.

“It’s amazing that something so thin can support something so big.”

His eyes flash before he smirks, opening his mouth.

“If you’re about to make a big dick comment, I swear to God I’ll kick you straight off this team right now,” Hobi promises from over his shoulder, and Yoongi swiftly closes his mouth. “Come on, enough harassing the competition.” He tips his drink towards you. “Best of luck.”

Hobi leads Yoongi back to their table, and you know you shouldn’t ogle him openly, but Yoongi’s tight pants hug his ass so obscenely that you can’t stop yourself and oh, great, he caught you looking. Hastily, you grab your pitcher and bolt for your table, which is close enough to where Yoongi sits that you can hear him chuckling delightedly.

The quizmaster welcomes everyone to trivia night, and your thoughts are quickly replaced by the only thing that could drive Yoongi out of your head–the exhilaration of the game.

Two hours later, sitting at the bar, you’re trying to drown your sorrows with yet another pint. You Just Got Served’s winning streak continues.

“That was the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard.”

You frown as Yoongi takes a seat on the barstool next to you. “What sound?”

“The little noise you made when your team lost.” He sips his drink casually, eyes once again fixed on your face, observing your reaction closely.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you sniff, crossing your arms. “I didn't say anything.”

For once, you hadn’t. You’d been so sure that your team was going to pull out the win with the final question tonight that you were left completely speechless by the results. Unlike last week, when you’d let loose a flurry of loud expletives, much to Seokjin’s absolute embarrassment.

Okay, maybe tonight you’d made a little exclamation of protest. Just a tiny one. But there was no way Yoongi could’ve heard it.

“You absolutely did. Kinda sounded like a… a needy whine?” The smirk returns. “I’ve never heard anything so sweet.”

Your eyebrow quirks. “Is that because you’ve never made a woman whine before?” Yoongi scowls as you raise your pint to your smiling lips.

Hobi suddenly materializes at your side like a sexy but stern magician. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. You should really consider joining our team,” he says, motioning to the bartender for a refill. “Aren’t you tired of losing?”

“Cross over to the Dark Side? Aren’t you supposed to entice me with saving my friends or offer me cookies or something?”

“Fuck, even for a nerd, you’re a nerd, you know?” Hobi sighs. “Which is why you should be with us. You’re absolutely wasted on the Jiniuses. Don’t you want to be on the winning team for once?”

“Save it, Hoseok.” With one hand, you shoo him away. “Go gloat elsewhere. It’s bad enough I can never shake this one,” you thumb at Yoongi.

“Yeah, weird how that always happens,” Hobi comments drolly, clapping Yoongi on the shoulder as he drifts off to bother Seokjin.

“Anyway…” Yoongi drawls as if he were never interrupted, “what will it take to get you to make that noise again? I miss it already.”

“God, what will it take to get you to shut up about it?”

“How about a little wager over next week?”

“Mmmm, not much of a gambler.” Contests, you like. Gambling, not so much. You don’t believe in luck. Just in yourself.

“Afraid you’ll lose? I would’ve thought you’d be used to that by now.”

He’s such an ass. “Fine, let’s say I take you up on this. What’s in it for me?”

“Name your prize.”

“Okay, how about… if my team wins, you pick up our tab for the night.”

He taps his glass thoughtfully. “Is that all?”

“What, that’s not enough?” He has no idea how much Seokjin alone can drink.

“I’m just saying. Make it worth your while.”

Tossing back the rest of your drink, you reconsider. What do you want? “All right. You pick up our tab, and you have to stop annoying me every week. Which means no more comments about stupid shit like imaginary sounds.”

He’s silent for a moment, still examining you as he mulls your words. You wonder if you’ve made a mistake with your choice of prize. Don’t you enjoy being the center of his attention every week? Crave his fiery words and longing looks? There’s a weird sense of panic growing in the pit of your stomach while you wait for his response.

“Okay,” he finally replies, setting his empty glass on the bar. He tilts towards you, and the loud din of the room around you dies away as he murmurs, “But when my team wins, I’m finally going to take you home and do everything I’ve ever wanted to do to you, over and over, until you can only make that sweet little sound.”

A jolt ripples through you. Shifting in your seat, squeezing your thighs together, you inhale deeply to control your breathing, so you give nothing away. “Are you kidding me? You really think I’d agree to that? To offering myself as a prize?”

“Yes.” Stated so matter-of-factly.

“And just why the fuck would I do that?”

“Because you want to come home with me. You’re just too proud to admit it. So I’ll make it easy for you. When I win, you’re mine for the night.” He lightly skims a long finger down your arm, and goosebumps rush to fill the space where his skin touched yours.

The satisfied look in his eyes as you struggle to compose yourself is the only thing anchoring you to reality, keeping you from grabbing him by the tie and dragging him straight into the bathroom.

You won’t let him win that easily.

“Well. That is simply not going to happen. I’ll take the bet, because I know it’s the only way to get you to stop bothering me, and because I know I’m going to win.” Gracefully, you climb off your stool, thankful that your legs haven’t turned to jelly after what he said. “You’re going down.”

He winks. “Well yeah, fingers crossed, love.”

Your scowl leaves him laughing as you stalk away.

“I’ve been dreaming about that noise all week long.” Yoongi’s voice drifts over the clatter around you. After another long week, it’s Friday again, so you’re at the bar, ordering provisions. And of course Yoongi’s here, too, wearing a grey three-piece suit, running his hand through his perfectly coiffed hair, looking delicious as always.

How annoying.

“You’ve been hallucinating an imaginary sound? You should probably get that checked out.” The bartender slides a cocktail towards you and you give them an appreciative nod before taking a sip.

“Really?”

“Really what?”

He grins, pink lips revealing a gummy smile. “Is that the best you’ve got tonight?”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“You’re not stressing about the match, are you? Wouldn’t want to win because you’re not on your game.”

“I’m always on.” Maybe it’s the exhaustion of a long week getting to you, but his snarky comments are even more irritating than usual tonight.

“Good. Because I want to know I’ve beaten the best.” The corner of his mouth lifts, that familiar crooked smile igniting a flame inside you.

You quickly tamp it down.

“Always so damn confident, aren’t you, Yoongi? Talking so big. Even if you win, do you really think you can make me make that sound again? Or any sounds, for that matter?”

He watches you over the rim of his glass as he takes a long dram. Something flutters against the bare skin of your thigh and you glance down to see his other hand brushing lightly along your leg.

“I assure you that I can and I will. But if you’d prefer a demonstration…?”

The hem of your skirt is pinched between his fingers. He rolls the fabric up slightly and you inhale sharply as his thumb strokes the smooth skin beneath. Tearing your gaze away from his hand, you find him studying your reaction. Waiting.

The quizmaster for the evening announces ten minutes until the match. You snap out of your trance and swat his hand away, hoping your bored expression is more convincing than it feels. “No need to embarrass yourself now. Save it for the quiz.”

Even though you know you shouldn’t, you glance back over your shoulder as you saunter away. Yoongi leans against the bar, tongue poking his cheek as he watches your hips sway and fuck, he’s caught you looking again. That spark inside you burns as he winks, and you turn away, in desperate need of your drink and a distraction.

Without a doubt, trivia night is always the highlight of your week. But tonight you’re too keyed up to truly enjoy it. Every round has you on edge, wondering if you’re one step closer to winning or losing the bet–and trying to figure out which outcome you’d prefer. All of this means a quieter, more subdued you than usual. Naturally, your friends notice.

“You feeling okay tonight?” Jungkook asks between the second and third rounds, nudging you gently with his shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You flash the briefest of smiles. Jungkook jerks his head at his boyfriend, who shrugs and raises his eyebrows. “Stop talking about me like I’m not here looking right at you.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Seokjin exclaims.

“Please. Your face is louder than a fire alarm.”

“You say you’re fine, but you’re still on your first drink, and you haven’t made a single warfare reference all night,” Jungkook states. “So obviously you’re not.”

“It’s nothing! Just a little out of it after a rough week,” you lie, trying to summon some enthusiasm. “Don’t worry, I’m ready for the next round! Once more unto the breach!”

Jungkook wrinkles his nose adorably as Seokjin grants you a half-grin, but you know they’re not fully convinced.

Is this Yoongi’s evil plan? To psych you out with this bet and mess with your mind? Prevent you from playing your best? If it is, it’s really working, goddamn it.

Somehow, despite your inability to relax, the match flies by, a blur of questions and answers and shouts of victory and defeat. It comes down to a repeat of last week, the Real Jiniuses and You Just Got Served neck-and-neck to the very end, with everything hinging on the final question.

“Alright, the category tonight is ‘Literature of Future Past.’ If you don’t know this next question, don’t blame the stars. What famous phrase from classical literature was infamously uttered by General Chang, the Klingon villain from the 1991 film ‘Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country?’”

As your teammates whisper to one another, hazarding wild guesses, you glance at Yoongi’s table. Like your team, he and the others sit with heads bent towards one another. But you have a clear view of Yoongi’s face, all furrowed brows and pouting lips.

For once, he doesn’t look confident.

“Hey!” Seokjin’s voice brings you back to the group. “You haven’t said a single word in the last five minutes. Do you have a guess or what?”

You don’t need a guess. Calmly, you whisper the answer to Seokjin. Everyone else seems uncertain, but you’ve never been more sure in your life.

“And the answer is–“

You can’t hear what the quizmaster reveals because one of your teammates begins screeching in your ear. Your eyes are fixed on You Just Got Served’s table as the scores are revealed.

Yoongi’s expression says it all.

You won.

There’s a lot of cheering and even more drinking after the results are announced. You’re thrilled that your team has finally snapped their run of losses. But you hang back a bit, watching your friends carry on carousing without you.

The celebrations eventually die down and your teammates begin to drift away. Soon, you’re the only one left, nursing another drink at the bar. You know you should go home, but you feel antsy, like you’re not quite done with the night yet.

“Congratulations,” Yoongi mutters, shouldering his way next to you. He motions to the bartender that he’s ready to close out his tab, which is undoubtedly astonishingly high given how much your team imbibed after you told them it was on him.

“Sorry, didn’t catch that?” Mustering up a playful grin, you cup your ear.

His mouth sets in a flat line before he speaks again. “Congratulations. You won. I’ll stop bothering you.” His long fingers drum quietly on the bartop as he waits for his card. There are no quippy comments, no teasing smiles, nothing but silence and distance.

Well, you don’t care for this at all.

“How disappointing,” you remark, twirling the stir stick from your cocktail between your fingertips. “I guess you talk a big game, but just can’t deliver, huh?”

Yoongi turns to you with narrowed eyes. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“For your information, I didn't miss a single answer tonight, other than the last one! Any other night, that would’ve been enough to beat you,” he sulks. “That final round was bullshit. Who’s even watched that stupid old movie?”

Wow. Someone’s a sore loser.

“Except it wasn’t any other night, it was tonight, when you really needed to dig deep and secure the win, and you just… couldn’t.” You tip your head, giving him an appraising look. “And now you’re just giving up, huh? Throwing in the towel, because you lost one match.”

“Throwing in the - what are you talking about?” he hisses, attention fully focused on you now. You can feel the heat of his body where his arm presses against you, jostled closer by the other patrons vying for the bartender’s attention. “The bet’s over! You won. I lost.” His jaw twitches slightly with that last declaration.

Oh. You understand instantly. He’s mad at himself for losing.

It’d be so easy to reach out and grab his chin, look him in the eye, and tell him that you don’t care about any stupid bets. You want him to take you home. Make you his. But that requires you to surrender yourself to him, and that’s not the way you play.

“You know what I want?” The last dregs of your drink flow down your throat as you tip your head back to drain your glass. Yoongi watches closely, eyeing the graceful line of your neck with interest. “What I want is for you to show me that I beat the best tonight. Didn’t you say you never back down from a challenge? Then prove it.” He’s breathing hard as you smirk, twirling his black tie around your fingers. “Show me that you can deliver on that offer you made earlier. Make me whine, Yoongi, right here, right now, and I’m all yours.”

His eyes are darkened pools as he studies you. God, how you long to dive in. “Are you serious?”

"Mmmhmm. If you still want to take me home, you gotta make me want it. Show me what you can do.” Gently, you untwist his tie, smoothing the silky fabric, letting your fingertips skim against his chest as you gaze at him through lowered lashes.

“Fuck,” he whistles a low note. His tongue dances over his lower lip. “Come on.”

His hand grasps yours, pulling you off your seat. Most of the trivia crowd has cleared out by now. The quizmaster has been replaced by a deejay currently spinning something loud and fast. You wind your way through the crush of bodies on the dance floor as Yoongi leads you into the back hallway of the pub.

He pauses for a second at the door of one of the bathrooms. When no one answers his questioning knock, he quickly urges you inside and locks the door behind you.

In the flickering fluorescent lighting of the restroom, Yoongi removes his glasses, tucking them into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. His gaze slowly roams over your body, a nakedly hungry look on his face. Gone are the winks, the smirks, all those cocky little gestures he loves to tease you with. This is the expression of a man who wants to devour you whole, in no uncertain terms, and he’s dying for you to know it.

One of his hands cups your cheek while the other slides up your thigh, bunching your skirt as it goes. “If at any point you want me to stop, just say the word,” he instructs you. “This is only fun for me if you’re into it, too.”

“Okay.” Your breathing is a little shaky. The intensity of his gaze has you rattled. But you’ve already decided you want this, so you don’t plan on saying a word.

In fact, you don’t plan on making any noises at all. You’re not giving him an inch, or rather, a whine, unless he earns it from you.

With a tilt of his head, he pulls you into a kiss. A hint of whisky still clings to his lips, sweet and smoky, but it’s the bite underneath that has you leaning into him, seeking more, getting drunk on him. You curl your fingers into the lapel of his suit as he slides his hand around to your ass. He palms you through your panties, then lifts your leg to wrap around him as he grinds himself into your core.

He’s so hard against you already. Knowing that you’ve done this to him spurs you on, your lips falling open enough for him to lick into you. His hands find the zipper on your skirt and in an instant it’s crumpled around your feet.

“You taste so good,” he whispers, kissing a trail down your neck. “Do you taste like this everywhere?” You nearly moan his name, but bite your lip in time. Abruptly, he drops your leg and pulls away, and you teeter for a moment before catching yourself. In your head, you call him a few choice names, but you say nothing out loud.

His smirk reappears as he drops to his knees. “Better hold on to something.” He buries his face in your heat, kissing you through the sodden silk and lace he finds there. A keen bubbles up but you swallow it back down as his nose finds your clit and rubs against the sensitive nub. “You can start with me.” He grabs your left hand, placing it in his hair. Instantly, you card your fingers through his platinum locks. With your right hand, you grip the sink, needing something steady to keep you in place.

The man between your legs yanks your panties to the floor and dives in with no hesitation. His tongue licks a long stripe up your slit before he begins to swirl it around your clit and then his hands join the fray, fingers prying back your folds as he slips inside.

Your own tongue is speared between your teeth, to the point that you begin to fear you might chomp clean through. But if you let go, there’s no telling what sort of sounds will escape your lips, so you continue to hold it. Releasing his hair, you clutch at the sink with both hands.

Yoongi chooses that moment to replace his tongue with his index finger, and your mouth falls open as you rock your hips forward. How did he find that spot so quickly? He’s playing you like a musician plays an instrument, all deft fingers and graceful tongue, making your body sing.

“You like that, love? Hmm? Want another?” He adds a second finger.

Swiftly, you stuff the palm of your right hand into your mouth, gnawing to suppress any whimpers. Your eyes flutter shut as you feel yourself nearing your peak, continuing to rut your hips brazenly as you chase your high on his thrusting fingers. God, you’re going to cum if he keeps this up, but there’s no way you can possibly do that silently.

“Oh, look at you,” Yoongi groans happily, mouth lapping at the wetness clinging to your thighs. “Humping away, so needy. Are you wishing that was my cock inside you? Hmm?” He nips when you don’t reply. “I asked you a question, love.”

His fingers suddenly withdraw as his tongue stops.

Your eyes fly open. Releasing your palm, you glance down to find him resting on his heels, watching you with a wicked glint in his eyes.

“So that’s your game, huh?” he rasps, grabbing the hand that was just in your mouth. His thumb rubs over the teeth marks there. “Muffling yourself, so you won’t make any sound?”

You shrug, crossing your arms. “Maybe. Does it matter?”

“I think it does. Seems a bit like cheating to me.”

“It’s not cheating,” you petulantly claim, frustrated beyond belief. Can’t he just let it go and get back to proving his skill? You were so close. “It’s just… it’s like the final round. You know, it’s meant to be a challenge, not a walk in the park.” He doesn’t make any movements, continuing to observe you closely, and you pout. “Come on, I thought you didn’t back down from anything!”

Yoongi tips his head to the side as he considers your words. “I suppose you’re right.” He stands, loosening his tie. “You never really set any rules for this… challenge… of yours, so I can’t really say it’s not fair. But, you also didn’t specify what I could or couldn’t do, so....” He yanks the silky material from around his throat. “Turn around.”

He grips the tie tightly as you shoot him a curious look. “And what exactly do you think you’re going to do with that?”

He doesn’t answer, just takes a step forward and lightly grasps your chin. “Turn. Around.” The tone of his voice is commanding, but there’s a question in his eyes. A way out, if you want it.

You turn around.

“Clasp your hands together.” Silently, you obey, and he wraps the tie around your wrists, binding them together. “Too tight?” Testing his work, you find that you have a little give, but not enough to get loose. Once you shake your head, he spins you around to face him again.

“Let’s see how quiet you can be now,” he murmurs, lowering his face to your neck and sucking at a sensitive spot beneath your ear. You huff a breath through your nostrils, still determined to keep completely mum.

Yoongi’s hands run over your blouse before tugging it up, sliding it over your breasts. His lips glide down until they meet your bra. He mouths at your nipples through the dark lace and you arch into him, wishing your hands were free so you could remove all the fabric preventing his hot kisses from touching your bare skin. Having him so close is torture.

Which is obviously the point.

You’re shifting around, trying ardently to get him to slide your bra down without actually saying anything, when there’s a knock at the door.

You both freeze. Yoongi lifts his head.

“Maybe we should–”

“Do you want to–”

“Hello, is someone in there?” More knocks. “Come on, there’s a line!”

“Do you want to stop?” Yoongi asks.

“God no,” you answer immediately, without a trace of shame.

A full gummy smile crosses his face. Then he turns and bellows, “FUCK OFF!”

The knocking ceases.

“I guess I should move things along,” he hums, tracing his hand down your torso. “As much as I wish I could take my time right now, I can’t. But that’s okay. After this, we’ll have all night.”

Without warning, he pulls you flush against him and kisses you fiercely. Your cry of surprise is swallowed by his greedy mouth. With your hands bound, you can’t run your fingers through his hair or cling to his shoulders or touch him in any of the million ways you’re dying to right now. You can’t even hold yourself up, melting into his embrace. He’s completely in control.

So you surrender.

His kisses grow messy, more desperate, until you’re both gasping for breath. His hand finds its way between your legs, stroking and plunging, one finger, then two, before he’s on his knees again.

“Lift this for me,” he bids you, bending your left leg. “Just let it rest here.” You wobble a little as you try to balance your thigh on his shoulder, puffing a frustrated breath, but before you can keel over, his strong hands grip your waist. “It’s okay, I’ve got you, love. Just lean back.”

Your back tilts against the cold sink. Yoongi’s supporting most of your weight as his hand splays on your stomach, holding you in place so you’re angled just right, completely open to him, just as he desires.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs reverently. “Such a shame I can’t savor you right now. But I promise I will later.” And then his mouth is on you.

The rude interruption seems to have lit a fire under him, because as soon as he sets a relentless pace, he doesn’t stop. He keeps finding that spot inside you, lithe fingers brushing over it again and again, making your eyes roll back in ecstasy. As he tongues at your clit, treating the tiny bud like a drop of the sweetest nectar, you realize your end is approaching quickly again.

You try to keep quiet. You really do. But all your effort is completely useless against Yoongi’s talented hands and tongue. Once your mouth goes slack, it’s over.

You begin to wail.

“Yoongi, oh fuck!” The floodgates open and you gasp, you moan, you scream his name. “Jesus, fuck, oh my god!”

He’s laughing into you, and you struggle hard against the tie, fighting to slip a hand loose so you can get your fingers on him, grab his hair, touch him, but in addition to being a trivia master he’s also apparently a fucking knot expert, so you’re not getting free. With a frustrated whine, you drop your head.

Game over. He wins.

He replaces his mouth with his thumb as he watches you through heavily-lidded eyes. “There it is, love! There’s that beautiful sound I’ve been dreaming of. I knew I could get you there.”

All you can do is groan his name. “Yoongi, please!” Not even sure what you’re pleading for, just knowing that you want whatever he’s willing to give.

The fingers pumping in and out of you make the filthiest background noise as he babbles on, caught up in the rush of victory. “Fuck, love, everything you do is so fucking hot - the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you moan my name. You’re so fucking sexy. I can’t wait to have you tonight. You ready to get fucked by the king?”

“Yoongi.” He’s still the fucking worst and you hate how much you love it, clenching at his words. “Oh fuck, please don’t stop!”

He feels you tightening around him and growls. “Say it. Say I’m the king.”

Right now you’d say anything he told you to if it meant he’d keep going. “You’re the king! Ah, fuck, you’re the king!”

With another thrust of his hand, you come undone. The burning inferno inside you spreads, consuming you so completely that your right knee buckles and you pitch forward. Yoongi holds you up, one hand on your torso, the other gripping your left thigh, still lapping at your cunt until you can’t take any more.

Panting, you protest. “Too much, Yoongi, it’s too much.”

He stops, glancing up at you. A glossy sheen of sex is smeared all around his nose and mouth, and as you fight to catch your breath, he removes his hand from your core and sucks each finger clean, one by one.

“God, you’re so over-the-top,” you huff as he laughs. “Will you untie me now?”

He rises to his feet. “Say it one more time and I will.”

“Say what?”

“You know what.” He blinks languidly, a proud smile curling his lips. “Tell me I’m the king.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Just say it.”

He’s unbelievable. You try appealing to his baser instincts. “Please, Yoongi, I wanna touch you. Don’t you want me to touch you?” Bringing your knee up, you rub against the massive tent in his pants, smirking as he exhales forcefully.

Yet he doesn’t cave, running a thumb over your lips. “Come on. One more time. I wanna watch this pretty mouth say it.”

You want to kiss him and curse him all at once. Pleasing him wins out.

“You’re the king,” you sigh. “Now untie me and fuck off.”

You start to turn, but Yoongi stops you with his hands on your hips, and leans in for a kiss, slow and sure. Something must be seriously wrong with your knees because they’re seconds from giving out again. His fingers pick at the knotted tie, releasing your wrists. As soon as your arms are free, you loop them around his neck, never breaking the kiss for a second.

Until there’s another knock at the door.

“Hello? Look, whoever’s in there, can you please wrap it up?” the bartender hollers through the door. “Other people need the restroom, you know.”

“JUST A MINUTE!” you boom, giggling at Yoongi’s startled expression. “Sorry.” “I’m assuming my demonstration was satisfactory, given the many, many sweet sounds you made. I didn’t hear a single complaint, but I think I did hear you call me the king once or twice….” he trails off, grinning as you push him away and adjust your blouse, straightening the wrinkled fabric over your stomach.

“Oh, fuck all the way off, will you?” You reach for your panties but he swipes them up first and stuffs them into his pocket.

“What?” His tone is airy and innocent. “I earned these.”

No argument there.

Once you’re both looking respectable enough to leave the bathroom, he pauses with his hand on the doorknob. “I know what you said earlier, but you’re not under any obligation to–”

“Yoongi.” His voice falters as you place your hand on his chest, fingers curling around his tie. “Take me home.”

With a smirk, he opens the door.

© 2022 by sunshinerainbowsbts. Crossposted to AO3. Please do not copy or repost.

Reblogging for my dear Yoongles on his birthday. I wrote this last year for his birthday when I had a wonderful dream about him.

Caught in the Rain

➸ 13+

➸ Summary: Being a college kid is a lot of stress, especially when you get deserted by your best friend and have to ask your crush to give you a ride in the rain…

➸ Word count: 2K

➸ Pairing: college student Min Yoongi x college student y/n

➸ Genre: So much fluff

➸ Warnings: like…one curse word, maybe?

➸ A/N: Two nights in a row I had this dream of Yoongi. He had something to say for his birthday, so for his birthday, I decided to put it on paper for you all. I have not edited it at all, so please be gentle with me until I’m able to go back through it. I didn’t want to miss his birthday…

You knew you shouldn’t have opened your big trap. If you hadn’t, you wouldn’t be standing here in the cold, drenched with rain. But as the saying goes, you get what you pay for.

It was a regular Wednesday evening for you, a college student, desperately trying to juggle your 19 credit hours, as well as study time. As such, you were entirely focused in that moment on getting a few studying hours in before you inevitably had to get home and go to bed, only to start all over again, especially since you had a test tomorrow in Anatomy. Your best friend, Sarah, however, had different plans for how to spend her free evening and talked to you non-stop, while you stressed over your grades versus being a good friend.

Her boyfriend was acting suspect, and being a pretty big jerk when Sarah confronted him about a text message on his phone from a girl that looked like a request for a booty call. She hadn’t snooped, just seen his phone light up on the coffee table, while she was over “Netflix and chilling” with him one night. You were trying so hard to equally be a good friend, and a good student, but after mixing up the Parietal and Occipital bones in the skull for the 5th time in a row, you turned to Sarah and said “Honey, he is cheating on you. You need to break up with him. Cut ties. You don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

While the sentiment was certainly meant to help, it was said in a raised voice that instead communicated frustration, rather than understanding, and it sent a bulldozer straight at Sarah. Your brain took a little longer to catch up to what you had done, but Sarah didn’t have the same problem as she grabbed her bag and, with tears in her eyes, flew toward the stairs. When you woke up from your temporary daze, you started down the stairs after her, trying to apologize, but Sarah wasn’t hearing it. Down the stairs through the humanities building she went and out the front door into the rain and cold of night. You were a bit behind, so when you finally made it out into the pouring rain, she had already entered her car and drove away when you remembered she was your ride.

You stood under a portico, trying to shield your phone as you called Sarah repeatedly, to no avail. She refused to answer. The realization that the campus was mostly empty and it was 10pm on a Wednesday night suddenly struck you, and the tears started to fall as you kicked yourself at your stupidity.

Sarah always had been sensitive about her boyfriend. She should have broken up with him 10 times over, but you always dried her tears and ate ice cream with her listening to her problems, but never interfering. It would have continued to be that way, if not for that stupid test. Remembering the test had you running back up to the second floor to grab your bag and pack it the best you could with tears clouding your vision. The building was dead silent and most of the lights were off at this point. You hadn’t realized it had gotten so late. Somehow, being alone always intensified the awareness of silence, and this was no different. 

You were shivering as you had gotten soaked to the bone in the rain, and were only wearing a hoodie over your tee shirt and jeans. You pulled your phone out again to call Sarah. She again didn’t answer. You tried Deanna, your neighbor, no answer. You tried Amy, your lab partner, no answer. You weren’t exactly the most social sophomore on campus, and unfortunately your family were all miles and miles away, unable to help, so why scare them with this?

You were frantically searching your brain for anyone you could call, while also contemplating trying Sarah’s boyfriend, the jerk, when you noticed a light on in the building next door. It was the library, and should have been your study spot, but there were generally too many people there, and you preferred the quiet of the Humanities building, where you could stretch out on a couch and comfortably absorb information. But right now, that building might be your saving grace. You scanned the lit window for a familiar face when you stumbled upon Min Yoongi. 

THE Min Yoongi.

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The moves that launched a thousand discussions.

My friend and I looooovvvveeee to deep dive into the dance styles of each member and what makes each one so unique. JK is all power and hard hitting with swaggy transitions. His lower body is bam bam bam - technically flawless and powerful, while his upper body is more flowing and less precise so to speak, but it makes it more cool looking.

At least that’s what I see. I absolutely love each members different dancing styles and seeing them do the exact same moves in 7 different unique ways. But anyway- this video just got us talking about it which is one of my favorite things.

And this man…🤤… he knows HOW TO MOVE THAT GORGEOUS BODY OF HIS

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+ the little headshake at the end 🥺

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Have I mentioned how much I love this JK? Because, yeah - he’s such a fox. Absolutely my kind of man.

JUST KISS ALREADY.

‧✧̣̇‧ Gym Bunny 04

‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: muscle pig!Jungkook, strangers to lovers au, fluff, angst, college au, very enthusiastic kook, shy chubby reader, self hatred to self love au.

‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: Very, VERY mean comments about readers weight and I mean MEAN, fatphobia, angry Jungkook, cussing.

‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: Taehyung takes you out to dinner and while you had fun, you wish you never went.

‧✧̣̇‧ Word count: 2.7k

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Jungkook waited by his phone to see if maybe you would text him, but he knew you would be hanging out with your crush Taehyung today. If he was being honest, he was worried. He didn’t know why but he just had a bad feeling about it, so he made sure to cancel all his plans just in case you called.

You couldn’t be any happier though. Taehyung had invited you to dinner, a thing you two used to do a lot before he suddenly stopped inviting you. You didn’t think too much of why he did since he had just gotten a new job so you assumed he was busy, you’re just glad that he finally has time for himself again.

Taehyung takes you to a new restaurant, one you’ve never been too before. He’s excited to show you and you’re excited that he’s excited, it’s been so long since you two last hung out.

The last time being Christmas but you’ve forgotten all about that incident.

You and Taehyung sat as you waited for your waitress to come, and she immediately comes almost running. The girl clears her throat before introducing herself to Taehyung. You looked up and recognized her, she was in one of your art classes, Jennie. She was absolutely gorgeous and definitely Taehyungs type. It was even rumored that they were hooking up but you never believed them since Taehyung said he wasn’t that type of guy.

He was far too busy and wanted a real love story.

But now seeing how she’s glaring at you, you’re starting to believe differently.

You picked at your napkin as she blatantly flirted with Taehyung completely ignoring you. You felt her eyes shift to you every now and then.

She’s so judging you right now.

You probably look so bad.

Why did you wear a dress?

Why can’t you be pretty like her?

Maybe he’d like you if you were pretty and skinny like her.

You sighed and Taehyung glanced at you, seeing how bored you looked.

He felt bad since Jennie always became somewhat of a chatterbox around him, but tonight was about you and him.

He gave her a short response before smiling.

“We’ll call you back when we’re ready to order.”

Taehyung dismissed Jennie, making her pout and go back to glaring at you.

You bounced in your seat, happy that you get him all to yourself now.

Taehyung flipped through the menu as he suddenly remembered something he’d been meaning to ask you.

“Y/n how much do you pay your trainer?”

You looked up from the menu.

“My trainer?”

“Yea the guy you always work out with,” Taehyung glanced at you,” the one with all the tattoos.”

Oh right. He’s talking about Jungkook.

“Oh,” you awkwardly smiled,” he’s not my trainer- he’s my friend! We work out together since he says it’s funner to do it together and he actually-“

“You were serious about that?”

You blinked.

“W-Well yea?”

“Oh I see,” Taehyung looked down at his menu before continuing,” be careful then.”

“What?”

He bit his lip thinking if he should continue but went against his better judgement because, why else would someone like him be interested in you?

“Well there’s lots of men who would take advantage of girls like you.”

Girls like you.

He means fat girls.

Your skin prickled with a hint of what you think might actually be anger.

You held back a scoff.

“What do you mean girls like me?”

Taehyung looked at you wide eyed and shocked from how strong you sounded,” I- I meant like- you know…” his voice trailed but it added weight to the lump in your chest.

“No I don’t know.”

He sighed loudly before whispering as if it was such a scandalous conversation.

“Y/n come on,” Taehyung tried to think before he spoke but alas, he still spoke,” like bigger girls…there’s guys at the gym who take advantage of bigger girls because they’re inexperienced and-“

“Jungkook’s not like that,” You felt your ears blush with frustration,” he’s sweet and caring and he’s never once even tried to take advantage of me.”

“Ok I’m sorry,” he put his hands up in defense,” all I’m saying is to be careful.”

Before you could respond and tell him that you and Jungkook were just friends, and he’d never do anything to hurt you, Jennie came back to take your order.

Taehyung looked relieved to see her, she’d understand what he was trying to say.

“Are you ready?” She twirled her hair and she spoke to Taehyung only, again.

“Yes,” he smiled at her,”I’ll have the steak, well done.”

“Great choice,” she turned to you with half assed energy,” and you?”

You quickly looked down at the menu to avoid their eyes,” I’ll have the chicken with Mac and cheese.”

Jennie cleared her throat before leaning into you to whisper, but not low enough so Taehyung couldn’t hear.

She wanted him to hear.

“Y/n we have salads if you’d rather have that.” She smiled innocently, but you saw right through it. Taehyung on the other hand, was eating up her innocent act.

Jennie was always the sweetest, she probably knew about your new lifestyle change since you’ve been posting your new recipes on your Instagram. Taehyung thinks Jennie was just trying to help you out since you’re going to the gym and you were on a diet, it would probably be better if you ordered a salad.

You've been working hard and he’d hate to be the one to make you fall back into old habits.

He smiled at you and his mouth flew before his brain could walk and process Jennie’s true intentions.

“Actually the salads here are really good here, Y/n, I’ll order one with you,” he leaned to you to whisper, thinking he was being discreet,” so you don’t break your…diet.”

Your heart stopped, everything around you became silent, like it was just you in this world.

Your eyes prickled with tears but you weren’t going to cry.

They’re patronizing you.

You smiled through the heart break that Taehyung left you in.

“I’ll have the orange chicken salad then.”

Jennie licked her lips smugly before writing down your order.

“I’ll have that one too.” Taehyung smiled at you not seeing how your bottom lip quivered.

“I’ll be back with your drinks.” She winked at Taehyung before leaving.

The silence was awkward, so awkward it hurt. The air around you was thick, you couldn’t breath.

Taehyung played with his thumbs feeling the awkward tension.

Maybe he crossed a line.

You hummed,” I’m going to the bathroom really quickly.”

He nodded his head and smiled at you.

You didn’t really have to go to the bathroom, you just needed to take a deep breath for just a second.

You walked out to the balcony they had and looked out into the night sky. Luckily it was a slow night so you were the only one there.

You took a deep breath, taking in the light jazz music and chilly air that surrounded you.

Why are you embarrassed?

He’s just trying to help you out.

He’s looking out for you.

He really does care for you!

You agreed with that shrill voice in your head, Taehyung was always so nice and considerate of others. That was one of the reasons why you fell for him, he always noticed little details about you and he always found ways to make you smile.

But now it was actually starting to get hard to see those reasons, it was like all his little comments were overshadowing what you felt was immense love for him.

You sighed before going to wash your hands.

You’re being dramatic

It’s not that deep

You took a deep breath before locking away any feelings you had.

You weren’t going to ruin one of the few times Taehyung invited you out.

You walked back into the restaurant to see Jennie back at your table once again flirting with Taehyung.

He saw you and smiled,” I’ll see you in class Jennie.”

He waved her off and put his attention on you again.

She snickered before leaving, she really was flirting since she didn’t even bring your food yet.

You wanted to scoff but went against it because Taehyung was more important. You heart swirled with love for him but you still had that lump that slowed down its swirls. Something nasty nipped inside your heart and head.

Remember when he called you fat earlier?

He'll never love you.

You ignored your thoughts so you could listen to Taehyung talk about his new project.

The rest of the night was actually fun. Taehyung didn’t bring up anything about Jungkook again. He was talking to you like an actual friend.

No talk about the gym or your diet. He talked to you like he used to.

After much talking and giggling you both finished your meals, content with the salads.

It actually wasn’t that bad, thanks Jennie

Taehyung put his hand on the small of your back to guide you outside.

“Want me to take you home? Looks like it’s gonna rain.”

You looked up at the sky, it was starting to drizzle just a little.

“Actually Yoon’s going to come pick me up,” you forced a smiled,” I’ll just wait here for her.”

“Are you sure?” Taehyung asked, feeling his phone buzzing in his pocket, knowing it was probably Jennie since she always was a jealous one.

“I’m sure.”

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow?” Taehyung patted your head before smiling, you hummed hoping he’d just leave already so you could go home and play online with Jungkook.

Jungkook.

Jungkook would never have treated you like that.

Jungkook would have said something to them.

He would have told Jennie to mind her business.

You felt yourself sniffling and went to wipe your face clean. You felt small drops of water but assumed it was the rain but then you noticed you were under a small terrace.

You were crying.

You pulled your fingers back and wondered why you were crying. Now you can’t stop crying and you don’t realize that your finger was hovering over Jungkooks contact name. Calling him made all the emotions that you pushed away flooded back to you like a broken dam, the pressure of the intense feelings made you bawl your eyes out in front of the restaurant.

You needed him.

You just hope he wasn’t busy.

Jungkook was in fact not busy, he was reading a manga you let him borrow when he heard his phone ring. His book flew across the room as he jumped to answer.

Y/n👽

His heart did an awesome 360 flip in his chest as he answered the phone.

“Well well well, how’s your date going?” He smirked but instead of hearing you gush he heard you sniffling.

He panicked.

“Y/n? Are you okay? Hey, what's wrong? Y/n-“

“C-Can you- can you come get me please.” You sobbed and sniffled, making the ache in Jungkooks heart hurt really fucking bad.

“Fuck okay- fuck send me your location,” Jungkook jumped out of his bed,” don’t go anywhere Im coming!” He grabbed his Spider-Man crocs and his roommates keys before hightailing it to you.

Jungkook talked to himself before getting there.

She probably saw a sad movie.

Nothing happened.

She’s fine.

Unless she’s not.

Then we’ll beat Taehyungs ass.

Then take her home and cuddle her.

Yea cuddle her.

Maybe kiss her cheeks a little.

Yea.

Jungkook smiled but felt his happy place break when he saw you sitting outside of the restaurant.

He was furious, there you sat looking cuter than he’s ever seen you before, today should have been great for you, amazing even! Yet you sat there looking down at your lap, visibly sniffing. He wanted to hug you and ask you what happened, he wanted to console you, really.

But his anger took over so the first thing he did was ask where Taehyung was.

You looked up at him, and his heart broke in a million pieces. Your makeup was messed up and your eyes were puffy and red from crying. You sobbed more when you realized he was there.

“He- He went home.” You cried.

“He just left you here?” Jungkook looked upset.

“N-No I told him to go, I said I was going to wait for Yoon.”

“Whens she coming? I’ll wait with you-“

You whined,” Jungkook, I don’t wanna go home.”

Jungkook sighed before bringing you in for a tight hug, he almost broke your bones from how hard he squeezed but it made you feel so much better.

It was almost exactly what you needed.

Just a hug.

Jungkook decided that you’d spend the night at his place, besides he’s been wanting to show you his action figure collection so it was like a win-win situation.

A sleepover and he gets to show off.

“Please don’t ask what happened,” you pouted, melting Jungkook‘s heart.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, he really wanted to know what happened,”let’s go.”

You sniffled as he took your hand and led you to the car.

“Are you taking me home?”

“No.”

“Where are we going?”

Jungkook stopped in his tracks to turn around and face you. His heart was absolutely torn apart, your makeup was gone and your usual smile was nowhere to be seen.

“Do you trust me?”

“Are you gonna like,” you sniffled,” like murder me?”

Jungkook scoffed,” I literally took you out the other day in the middle of the night but now you’re worried I’m going to murder you?”

You shrugged,” I don’t know how murderers work, you could have just been buttering me up I don’t know.”

“Just follow me,” he grabbed your hand again,” always on your clown shit.”

Jungkook somehow knew it was going to rain and borrowed his Hyungs jeep, without permission but he won’t tell you that.

He buckled your seatbelt in before driving off in silence. Jungkook took this opportunity to let you cry all you needed.

Once you arrived to his apartment, you were in a much better mood. He unlocked the door and showed you around a little but it was his room he was most excited to show you.

“Your apartment is nice.” You sniffled.

“Thanks, Hyung and Noona don’t let me decorate because they don’t want a bunch of Spider-Man stuff around- luckily I can decorate my room,” Jungkook did a whole twirl before opening his door for you,” tada~”

It was a typical Jungkook setting. Everything was black except for his Spider-Man moodlamp that was glowing. One wall was full of Spider-Man figurines and another with small Pokémon ones.

He excitedly sat on his computer chair and showed you his baby.

“Built this girly myself.” He tapped her like he would a hood of a car.

You chuckled, he looked so happy and you don’t know what came over you but you started crying again making him bite his lip in worry.

He let you cry, closing the door behind you so his Hyung wouldn’t come snooping.

Jungkook laid on his bed before tapping a spot on his chest.

You instantly knew what he was telling you.

“I-I’m too heavy..” You cried.

“So you can’t be cuddled because you’re too heavy?“ Jungkook scoffed, getting up to pull on your sleeve,”Don’t piss me off y/n these hands are rated E for everyone, Now come.”

You gulped and decided to do what he said to avoid angering him. You started to feel bad, you probably ruined his weekend and now you were annoying him in his own house.

“S-Sorry.” You pouted

“Why are you apologizing?” He wrapped his arms around you to pull you into his chest.

“B-Because,” you sighed,” I don’t know.”

Jungkook tried to hide his anger so you would feel better but seeing you cry made his blood boil.

It took every fiber of Jungkooks body not to go look for Taehyung and beat the shit out of him. He really had to hold you tight to dissolve any anger he had in his veins.

It was working for you too since he felt you relax in his arms, eventually falling asleep.

Jungkook hugged you tighter and kissed the top of your hair, feeling frustrated that he could not do a single thing.

Your body still shook every now and then but slowly stopped when he started patting your back. He felt the angry flame in his body die down with every breath you took.

Then your phone rang.

TaeTae💖

“Asshole.” Jungkook grumbled before snuggling into you.

He’s going to make you the best breakfast tomorrow.

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A/n: ouch haha I’m posting this earlier than on schedule but it’s okay !! I had to redo this soooo many times because??? I hope it was good enough idk if it’s just me being insecure but I feel like it’s not good enough but !!! I hope yall enjoy!!!

~Che

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➸ Summary: Blind Dates suck, but maybe they aren’t so bad when the guy who shows up is Jeon Jungkook. Add mistaken identities and Hockey…

➸ Word count: 2K

➸ Pairing: JK x reader

➸ Genre: Fluff

➸ Warnings: One curse word.

AN: Sorry, don’t want to spoil the surprise, so the summary is terrible.  I saw this story on an instagram reel, and just HAD to write it for JK.

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You HATE blind dates. Hate with every fiber of your being.

And you aren’t the kind of girl who even uses that word very often.

But it was the expectations. The unknown. It was your need to always be early to any engagement, only to find it to be a detriment with blind dates. I mean, what if he arrives after you and sees you and decides to tuck tail and run? So you pace your living room, checking your watch to make sure you don’t leave too early, only to arrive with only a minute to spare and worried he will have already left because you weren’t right on time. You knew it was all probably unfounded worry, but that sure didn’t stop you from thinking it.

And yet here you sat at a table for two, by yourself, with your hair done, nails done, and even in makeup, waiting on a stranger who you’ve never met or seen before in your life. 

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