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Just wrote down something for a new Taehyung fic that'll I'll work on once I'm done with everything else, I'm so excited for it!!!

I really hope there is someone giving Yoongi a hug right now and making sure he knows that he is not a disappointment because it breaks my heart thinking that he might feel that way even a little bit…

Unsinkable ||j.jk|| - Chapter 7

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Description: The 1910s are the peak of passenger ships, it was also the peak of classism, Jungkook is a third class immigrant from Korea, and you are a first class “prisoner” not wanting to go back to a life of strict standards. Once you meet Jungkook, life seems worth living, but when tragedy strikes, will you guys make it out to live the life you planned?

Genre: One-shot, Titanic AU, poor/artist!JK x rich!f reader, angst, fluff, very slight smut, forbidden love.

Warnings: major character death, major maritime disaster, descriptions of panic, child abandonment, alcohol consumption, misunderstanding of character death, ANGST.

Word Count: 1.4k+

Oh Taehyung was in a big predicament now, he didn’t know at what point he and Jimin had been separated, but he was a nervous wreck. He was literally right behind him, when they got away from their room with Chris, when they had run into you and when you and Chris left, he was right behind him as they made it to the main deck, where the hell had he run off to now?

“JIMINIE” he screamed through the hoard of panicked passengers who were doing their best to get on the next lifeboat out of there. Taehyung wanted to find Jimin so they could do the same, maybe he’d wandered off to the area of the ship where they were letting no men board and was helping the women and children get on? Maybe he’d gone back down to help you and Chris find Jungkook? Maybe he’d gone back down all together and decided it’d be better to die at sea? Although Taehyung couldn’t possibly imagine that being something his best friend would do.

Jimin had come from humble beginnings, orphaned and left to his own devices he lived through the system until he was 18, with the little money he’d managed to save he got the first boat out of Busan to London for a fresh start, it was difficult at first, learning a new language and finding work when immigrants were looked down upon often, but Harland and Wolfe had given him a chance. He was part of the crew that had built Titanic, granted Jimin had no experience building ocean liners, but it paid the bills and his tuition at university, where he’d met Taehyung. Finding another Korean felt like a breath of fresh air, and after finding out that Taehyung’s grandfather worked for the same shipyard and was also working on the same ship, it wasn’t long before the older man took Jimin in like one of his own, sharing the small efficiency apartment he’d rented close to the shipyard. Jimin was Taehyung’s brother by all intents and purposes, he couldn’t leave him behind.

He started making his way back down to the same doorway he’d come out of just twenty minutes ago, he was going to find Jimin no matter what, they had promised to be there for each other on this journey, and if Jimin was going to die down there… Well, Taehyung had no choice but to join him.

“Jungkook-ah!” the doe-eyed man looked around, finding Jimin in the crowd of people, was he holding a baby?

“Hyung!” he ran toward him, quickly pulling him in for a hug, once they separated he noticed the man’s eyes were full of tears, “I can’t find Taehyung, we came up here together and then I saw this little one in a corner, left all alone and I couldn’t not go grab him, I couldn’t not help him, and now I can’t find him and I’m scared that we won’t find him in time,” he rambled on as more tears ran down his cheeks, Jungkook looked toward bow of the ship, the door that the fancy car you and him had been in not more than an hour ago completely submerged, if Taehyung went back down, he wouldn’t have taken long to realize there was nowhere to go anymore. “I’m sure we’ll find him hyung, he can’t have gone far,” he reassured him. 

“Yeah, there’s nowhere to go,” Yoongi added, and you elbowed him pretty harshly, “horrible timing,” you simply said. 

“Where were you headed anyway?” you asked the tearful man who had subconsciously started rocking the baby in his arms.

“We heard through the grapevine that the other side of the ship is letting men on the boats once all women and children have boarded, that’s when I saw him,” Jimin looked down at the infant, he was a year old at best, months old at worst, you couldn’t tell because Jimin had wrapped him in his jacket to keep him warm, all you could see was his face.

How could someone leave their child behind? Jimind said he’d been laid down on the floor, in a corner, what if the panicked crowd stepped on him? What if he was kicked and thrown in the ocean? The poor thing would die quickly and so painfully. “Let’s start heading there then,” Chris stated, going the opposite direction of the bow so they could go to the other side of the ship, you walked up to Jimin and gave his arm a reassuring squeeze, “we’ll get out of this and so will Taehyung,” he simply nodded at your words and followed you all.

The scene you found on the other side was a stark difference to where you had come from, the crowd was in a somewhat controlled chaos, with the officers trying their best to load the boats to capacity, even if a few still came up looking empty, they were nothing compared to the other ones you’d seen leave the ship.

“WOMAN AND CHILDREN FIRST,” one of them yelled, Jungkook and Yoongi pushed along, but you refused to get on until all of them could get on.

Unfortunately, that time never came. You hadn’t know how long the boat had been sinking, but the rumble underneath you was a sign that it wasn’t going to be there much longer, “Jimin you go, you have the baby, we will find you late,” Yoongi said authoritatively, the younger still looked terrified and upset, the tears had started to come back as he was urged into the boat. “Please, let Tae know when you find him how sorry I am for not telling him to wait,” Jimin hiccuped as the boat was lowered.

Jungkook turn toward you, taking off his life jacket and placing it on you, he must’ve seen the terror in your face, he cupped your cheek with his hand, rubbing it with his thumb, “just in case darling, I can handle paddling for while, I want to make sure you have extra support.” The rumbling came back just as the boat Jimin was in started to row away, Yoongi and Jungkook steadied you whilst Chris looked at the ground he’d been standing on start to rip apart, the lights flickering off entirely now, all you heard was screams, one particularly close to you.

“MOVE-” was the last thing you heard Chris yell, before you couldn’t see him anymore, you did see the sparks, realizing that the ship split in half, you felt Jungkook’s hold on you tightened as he screamed bloody murder, his best friend was gone, you brought your hand up to your mouth to drown out your own sobs. Tears poured out of his eyes furiously, Yoongi started moving you up towards the tip of the stern, “we need to find something to hold onto before this goes down!” Jungkook reluctantly followed, and now he thought of Taehyung, what if he was also killed by the ship breaking? Jimin would be inconsolable, even more so if he’d seen it happen.

However, you found Taehyung, inconsolable, holding onto the rail at the top of the stern, passing a flask to a man wearing a cook’s uniform. “Jungkook-ah!” he sounded cheerful, almost as if they weren’t in their current situation, “have you met the head baker? He’s been sharing the flask of whiskey with me,” his words were so slurred together, it took a lot of your concentration to understand what he was saying.

“Jimin was so worried about you, and you were getting drunk?” Yoongi was exasperated, was this guy serious? Taehyung’s eyes widened at the mention of his best friend. “Jimin is okay?” It felt like the world was quiet all the sudden, “I thought he died, I went down to look for him but there was too much water, and when I came back I heard a Korean passenger was shot and killed and I-”

Everyone looked at Taehyung with sorrow, “yes, he was at the main deck the whole time, he found a baby all by himself and couldn’t leave him be,” Yoongi explained, a bit less harsh this time, his voice wavered after the mention of his best friend’s death, “he was able to get on a lifeboat with the baby.” Taehyung looked down, a small hum coming from his lips, “he’s always talked about wanting to adopt you know, he wants to give his future kids everything he didn’t get,” the man who usually had a boxy smile adorning his face was all serious now, “we have to make it out, I can’t die and leave him all alone.”

Everyone was in agreement, as the stern slowly tipped up and made its final plunge, you thought it the water was getting closer way faster than you’d imagined. “Hold your breath!” was the last thing you heard someone say before you were pulled underwater.

Quick disclaimer!

I wanted to say this as I work on my next update for One That I Want that my characters are not all perfect or Mary Sue's of any kind. I'm mainly saying this because Grease, the movie One That I Want is based on, is not a perfect movie either, where often times characters make decisions you may not agree with. This is just a reminder for the future of One That I Want, as I have some important stuff planned for the story and don't want y'all to be caught off guard.

One That I Want ||M.YG|| Chapter 11: I'll show you.

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Description: It is summer of 1956, and leader of the T-Birds Yoongi is working at a food joint at the beach to make extra money over the summer, when he meets a pretty girl. They start a summer fling that unfortunately had to come to an end, but an unexpected turn of events will bring them back together.

Genre: 1950s au, angst, fluff, some smut, Greaser!Yoongi x Square/Goody-Two-Shoes!OC.

TW: underage drinking and smoking, sexual content, violence, misogyny (it’s the 1950s so peak macho man era).

Word Count: 1.4k+

The guys were over it, they were over the solemn mood their leader had brought over the group. They had just come back from spring break and they had barely heard anything from him, they’d hung out occasionally here and there, but he’d basically been MIA. It had all gone downhill a few months back with the last home soccer game for their school.

Once again, some of them needed to go and get proof of them being there for extra credit, they’d be lying if they said they didn’t enjoy this sport, some of them had even been a part of the team at some point in time, but their dislike for the team captain was greater than their love for soccer. Yoongi wasn’t very interested at all at first, whilst the others basically cheered at good passes and all the shots taken by the players.

“Hyung, come on! Why are you acting so low?” Jimin asked, sitting back down after the latest attempt at a goal by the opposite team.

“You know how I feel about Kim Taehyung, I’m only here for you nosebleeds,” he took out a cigarette from the packet he was holding, placing it between his lips and lighting it.

“You’re being such a wet rag hyung, that stupid foreigner soc ruined you, I mean you were the talk of the town and now everyone thinks-”

Yoongi didn’t let Hobi finish his statement, getting up quickly and coming up awfully close to him. Yoongi knew in a sense that Hobi was right, Lottie had ruined him, why couldn’t she be like every other broad and just be happy that he wanted to give her the time of day? He had so many chicks throwing themselves at him every day. Sure, he’d been through all of them, and they were grody and easy, but they wanted him, they were giving him a shot, why couldn’t she give him one? It didn’t matter, he still didn’t like the way Hobi had put down about her.

“Don’t talk about her, at all, Hoseok,” the younger shivered at the use of his legal name, his lips zipping as fast as they had been loose spewing all that crap about Lottie.

“Speak of the Devil,” Jin spoke next, after a beat or two of silence from the group, Yoongi turned around, looking for whatever it was that he was referring to.

Lottie

There she was, in her cute paper shaker uniform, with a bright smile and a high pony. Her skin looked so radiant against the golden hour sun. Yoongi felt his heart falter, the pain from her rejection all that time ago clawing its way back up his ticker. He wished so badly he could go back to the summertime and tell her the truth. How would she have reacted? Would she accept him the way he was — hell the way he is — would she have laughed at his face for even trying to talk to her? She did seek you out first, she came back after you closed that day, his brain spewed out, but that didn’t matter, not one bit, especially not when the final whistle went off and he saw the bane of his existence running toward her. Taehyung picked her up in a tight hug and spun her around, Yoongi looked up and realized their school’s team had won. She was laughing the whole time, at least that's what it looked like from the back of the bleachers.

And then it happened, he kissed her.

Yoongi’s blood boil seeing Lottie like this, letting herself be kissed by a man that wasn’t himself, but that did not compare to the next thing that happened.

“Holy shit, Tae jacketed her?” Jimin exclaimed. The whole group watched as the team captain helped you into his letterman jacket, Yoongi was sure if he tightened his fists anymore his nails would pierce through the skin of his palm and bleed.

“I’m leaving, Namjoon, make sure everyone makes it home safe,” their leader mumbled and walked off, leaving the venue before he could be seen by the girl who’d stolen his heart and completely fucked with his daily routine.

Taehyung is a wonderful and smart young man, what have you ever done?

Lottie’s words rang loudly in his ears as he waited outside the office, was he truly going to do this? All for a chick that had done nothing but treat him like gutter trash ever since they saw each other again? Who was he kidding, it was mostly his fault, he treated her lousy first, he’d been a phony first. Even if this wasn’t for her, at least this could be for himself, he did want to be something more than a greaser eventually, and he couldn’t do that if he couldn’t afford to go to school after he graduated.

“Min Yoongi?” Coach Bang looked entirely too confused seeing him there. Yoongi put on his charm right away.

“Hey coach, I wanna do a sport,” he half smiled.

“Is this some sorta joke? Where’s the rest of your gang? Are you gonna to pie me again?” the affable man looked around in concern. Admittedly, Yoongi chuckled a bit, remembering the prank his friends and himself had pulled on the man two years ago.

“No coach, I genuinely want to be a part of something,” Yoongi said, trying to sound sincere, and although Coach Bang still looked skeptical, he ended up nodding and pointing towards the gym’s locker room doors. “Well, if you really want this the first thing you gotta do is change,” the older man stated, they stopped in front of one of the many lockers as he looked through his comically large key ring.

“Well yeah, that’s what I’m here to do,” Yoongi put his hand on the coach’s shoulder, the aforementioned looking a little weirded out by the action, “to change…”

Coach Bang stared at him for a little longer before looking back down at his key ring, picking out a key and opening the locker they were standing in front of, “I meant your clothes,” he pointed at the locker, which had a few different sets of sporty clothes, “Hopefully some of these should be your size, change and come meet at the baseball court,” Yoongi nodded and the coach walked off, leaving him alone to wonder if he still had time to leave.

Yoongi truly didn’t think of himself as someone with a short temper, realistically he had a lot of patience, his cousin Jungkook could attest to that, he’d never once yelled at him, not even when he broke his favorite guitar.

But these jocks? Yoongi was sure he was close to having a bad hissy fit, he was ready to beat them into the pavement actually.

Baseball did not go well, coach set him up to bat, and every single time he missed, and the catcher was throwing so many insults each time. He’d heard the others call him Haechan, “this fucking greaser can’t even fucking hit one,” he’d yelled at the pitcher, and that caused Yoongi to turn around, grab at his mask, pull it and let it go, and if coach wasn’t there he would’ve given him a knuckle sandwich. Then he had him try wrestling, he paired him with this guy named Matthew, according to coach they called him Big Matthew, and Yoongi immediately knew he was not going to have a good time, Matthew probably thought of his attempts as a panic-and-a-half. Every single time he’d given up, until he got tired of doing that, so he pulled Matthew’s pants down, revealing his pink p.e. shorts, and the latter almost put him in a real choke hold, but coach stepped in and took him away, apologizing to Matthew on his behalf.

He finally let him try basketball… And boy did he excel. He moved through his seasoned players like it was nothing, assisting the team he’d been assigned to and even scoring a few three pointers himself. “Well I’ll be damned son! Did you know you set a new school record? You scored that first basket faster than any other player I’ve seen!” the man fawned over Yoongi’s skills, “are there any other secret skills you have?”

“I can run pretty fast,” and that’s how Yoongi ended up in both the basketball AND track and field team. Later on, as he left the gym after talking about the details with coach Bang, he saw Lottie and Taehyung down the hall. Lottie was leaning against a locker, she held her hands together behind her back, and Taehyung had one hand on her waist and the other next to her head. 

“You’ll see what I have done,” he whispers, walking out of the closest door available to him. He would make her look at him the way she looked at Taehyung right now.

Update

Alrighty! Just finished the next updates for One That I Want and Unsinkable, my creative juices have been flowing and let's hope it stays that way.

We only have a chapter or two left of Unsinkable, after that I think I may go through with turning the Seokjin drabble into a short or full fanfic, I also have a super fun idea for a Jimin fanfic so stayed tuned for that!

Finally One That I Want chapter 11 will be posted this Friday at 12am EDT, and Unsinkable chapter 7 will be posted next week on Monday at 12am EDT, I hope you'll enjoy them!

-Maria💜

You know how excited I've been for IF and you did not disappoint <3

Matty's Bday cake for Tannie - TOO cute

“Everyone does Tae, if anyone doesn’t like you that’d be the biggest red flag,” - You're just stating facts

So many layers to uncover in this part

Ngl it is early morning here and I'm running late so gotta get out the house, I WILL have to come reread it later cos I don't think I read it with all the attention it deserves (I really couldn't wait to read it but may have totally missed details - oops)

Have a great day, gorgeous :)

I'm so happy you liked it!

I really wanted to explore yn's hardships with this one and make a clear difference between Tae and Yejun and their treatment of her and her feelings. Thank you so much for reading and I hope the rest of your day goes amazing lovely💜💜

It's out!

I know it wasn't 1pm like I promised, but work was insane today, I hope y'all like this! Off to writing the next update for Unsinkable and One That I Want I go!

If ||k.th||

Description: Welcome to the follow up to If Walls Could Talk! We will get a bit more back story with yn and Yejun and how this is affecting her feelings for Taehyung. This follows your date with Tae and after that, although you’ve been a little hot and cold with him after and he isn’t sure why. 

Genre: drabble, idol!Taehyung x f!reader, friends to lovers, semi-slow burn, fluff, angst.

Warnings: Past relationship trauma, fear of imperfection, mentions of insecurity about your relationship with Tae, miscommunication.

Word Count: 4.6k

You were so nervous it wasn’t even funny, you were rushing to find something to wear whilst a hyped up Matty tried jumping on you and licking you, was this even a good idea? You felt like a fish out of water and you truly didn’t understand, you were fine holding his hand yesterday, for fuck’s sake you were fine giving him a kiss on the cheek and inviting him over, why were you so nervous now? It totally could be that you haven’t been on a date since your break up with Yejun, and even then you couldn’t remember the last time he took you on one. You had asked him yourself to have a date day or night and he always rejected you, especially after you got Matty; he almost seemed bored or annoyed every time you would come up to him.

“Hey, that new escape room place opened up and they have a pretty cool room I think you’d like!” you remembered one of your many requests, and the way his eyes rolled so far you were scared they would get stuck.

“Okay? Can I go back to my alone time? I have more important things to do than talk about a new escape place or whatever,” his tone was so dismissive, you felt your heart shatter a little.

After that he had started getting upset, or mad at you. At first it was valid things, like you forgetting to check his pants for his AirPods and pens, leading to him having to spend money on new pants and new headphones, you should’ve checked his pants, you really should’ve, but you were used to him emptying his pockets when he got home, it wasn’t entirely your fault, Yejun called you stupid and silly for this, he apologized a few hours later.

You were taken out of your thoughts by the ring of your alarm: take out food from the oven.

You ran, taking out the lasagna you had worked all afternoon making, you wanted this to be a nice dinner, you wanted this date to go well. You wanted you and Taehyung to go well. After carefully grabbing the glass pan and placing it on your counter to cool, you ran back to your bedroom and finally picked an outfit; you kept it simple but pretty light blue summer dress, and fuzzy colorful socks. You decided to leave your hair the way it was since it looked okay enough, and then went into the kitchen to finish setting up.

The doorbell rang

You let the rest of the silverware down softly, whilst turning towards your door, taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself down, “coming!” you raised your voice, hoping he had heard you. You ran to the bathroom one more time to double check your appearance before walking toward the door, checking the camera and seeing Taehyung’s face almost made your heart falter. He was truly so incredibly handsome; his short military haircut had grown out significantly since you had first met, and his outfit was pretty, a simple, loose fitting, green knitted sweater and simple white dressy pants, his signature brown loafers enveloping his feet.

It was now or never, you needed to open the door now or he would start getting worried, or worse, maybe he’ll think you forgot.

Like always, it felt like years to Taehyung before you opened your door, even if he knew it hadn’t been more than two minutes. He couldn’t help it though, he’d spend all night after his bath and all day today thinking about this moment, about how it would be to have a date with you. He called his Hobi hyung and Jimin for advice, they were always the members whose outfits were the talk of their fans, so who better to dress him. They both came running, with a big bag of clothes Taehyung was very familiar with.

“Aren’t these clothes from our stylist noonas? Why do you have them?” He asked, concerned as he recognized his outfit from the BTS ROOM LIVE they had done for FESTA in 2021, “this outfit is from years ago, how did you find it?”

“We texted and asked for them, did you know they keep our clothes organized by month and year we wear them?” His soulmate stated as he hugged Taehyung.

“It puts me a bit at ease if I’m being honest, I’d hate for there to be no system,” Hoseok said, as he looked at the outfit Taehyung had grabbed. “I told you he’d go for that one, everyone loved him in that sweater,” He nudged Jimin’s shoulder.

Taehyung got himself ready, deciding to ultimately keep the sweater but change the pants to similar ones he already owned. His friends left by the time he had to knock on your door.

“You look beautiful,” he said once you opened the door, and he just knew he had the goofiest of grins on his face, which grew wider when he saw you smile, the slight tint on your cheeks not going unnoticed by him.

“Thank you,” you both stared at each other for a little while, both silently admiring the other until Matty’s bark got your attention, “come on in, you can take a seat anywhere you’d like,” you stepped aside, Taehyung gave you a small bow and walked in, taking off his shoes and placing them in the small shelves you had by your door. You walked off to your kitchen and Taehyung took a look around your apartment, it looked emptier than the last time he’d been here a few weeks back.

Yejun must’ve been here to pick up his stuff.

It looked like you had moved a few things around, to adjust to the extra space, it looked good, very much your style rather than two styles combined. He finally decided to sit at one of the stools by your kitchen island, it’d save moving around since he assumed you would eat here. “I like what you’ve done with the place! It looks great,” he smiled at you as he watched you pour something into a wine cup, “thank you! And don’t worry about this it’s alcohol free cider,” you smiled whilst sliding the cup toward him.

You started serving dinner to ensure the lasagna wouldn’t be too cold that you’d have to reheat it later, you wouldn’t have mind it if it was just you, but since you had Taehyung there the last thing you wanted was to give him a plate of cold lasagna. “This looks and smells amazing!” He said, waiting for you to sit down to start eating.

“Thank you, I wanted to make sure it was good for you, I’m sure you’re used to quality food,” you stated shyly, as you finally took a seat and started cutting into your food. 

“Well, I’m sure we’ll both like it! And anything you make will be great,” he cut into his food as well, and brought a big piece into his mouth, you looked at him nervously, and held the piece you had cut just shy of your mouth whilst you watched him chew, his eyes widened and he let out a delectable low moan that sent shiver down your spine, and if it weren’t for the cute way he was chewing, you would probably be hot and bothered just from that.

“This is amazing Ynie, when you meet my members you HAVE to make this, they’ll all love it!”

His words made you blush; he was so sweet and kind and encouraging, it truly hit you now what was happening. You had talked about it with your therapist, about you and Taehyung — although you hadn’t mentioned his full name, just because he had told you all about people they trusted running their mouths with information before — how you were scared of how he treated you because that was how Yejun treated you at first, you were scared that there was a catch, especially with him being such a public figure.

“Well, these are completely valid feelings for you to have, especially given the kind of relationship you are coming from,” she validated you, “but, you have to try and not let your previous experiences shape the way you see every single relationship you have moving forward, yes be careful and be vigilant of the red flags, but use what you know to determine whether or not it is worth pursuing.”

Taehyung had offered to clean your dishes, it was something sweet that you hadn’t experienced the last few months, mainly because you usually ate alone even though you were with someone, your current topic of conversation was you telling him all about growing up in your home country, all the different foods you got to have and how he should definitely try some of them one day. “Maybe you could show me how to make them!” he sounded excited, “is there any Korean food you haven’t gotten to try since being here?” he asked you, trying to further the conversation as he placed the last dish onto the drying rack.

“Umm, well, I’ve tried pretty much everything but Korean corn dogs, I’ve been dying to have one but I just haven’t gotten around to it,” you explained, and he seemed slightly shocked. “Oh I’m definitely taking you to my favorite street food cart, the lady that works there loves me,” he stated proudly as he walked back toward you. He stood rather than sat, one arm was on the counter while the other held the back of the stool, keeping you close in a way that made your heartbeat accelerate.

“Everyone does Tae, if anyone doesn’t like you that’d be the biggest red flag,” you giggled, doing your best to keep your eyes on his and not on his pretty pink lips.

“Do you?” he asked, his face getting a little closer, making obvious that his eyes were going back and forth between your lips and your eyes.

You really wanted to say yes, out loud, but words seemed to fail you, and all you could do was give him a short peck. Taehyung felt like he was soaring after, he wondered if he jumped out of the window if he would fly? He probably wouldn’t, but he could dream. Just as quick as you had kissed him you moved away, walking toward your living room, and to say he was slightly confused was an understatement.

“I’m sorry, did I make you uncomfortable? I can leave if this was too soon or anything…” he rambled on as he followed you, suddenly feeling stupid.

You stopped and faced him, he could tell you had a mental battle going on inside your head from the way you stared at him, he wanted to know so badly what was wrong, what he did and how he could make it better, how he could do right by you. 

“I'm sorry Tae, I really want…” you took a deep breath, your eyes looked so “I had a really great time today, I just need some space, I want things to go right.” 

Taehyung nodded, turning on his heel to head toward your door.

“Just…text me whenever you want to talk about this okay? No pressure!” he smiled, he hoped it came off as sincere as he wanted it to, you nodded and walked to the door to say goodbye, not wanting him to think that he did something wrong, you wrapped your arms around his torso and buried your head in his chest, he hugged you back tightly, leaving a small kiss on your hair.

I really want to try things with you.

Those were the words you had wanted to say.

Taehyung decided he would let you be the first to reach out, all within reason of course, if more than a week passed and he hadn't heard from you he would definitely reach out and make sure you were good.

He wondered why your flirtatious mood you'd held the day before and all night last night had changed so drastically, so suddenly. He tried his best not to blame himself but he couldn't help but feel like he'd been moving too fast, especially since you'd been through a break up a month or so ago. He decided to follow your emotional cues and just go slow.

It had taken you a few days at first but he did end up receiving a text from you, which he'd been overly excited about, much to his own embarrassment. It was simple, an apology for your behavior and for seeming rude, Taehyung wasted no time in shutting down any insecurity you may feel.

You had every right to act that way!

I should be apologizing for being so forward.

You didn't respond for a little while, he figured you were with a student right now so he didn't worry too much, you'd answer when you were able. He went about most of his day unfazed, just having fun with his brothers. He was watching Hoseok rehearse when his phone dinged with a new text from you.

“Oh how quickly you abandon me Taehyung-ah” his hyung dramatically placed his hand on his forehead, causing the younger to cackle and roll his eyes, Hobi was something else.

I know, I just…

I don't want you to think I don't like you or that you inconvenienced me anyway.

You didn't Ynie, I promise, you've been going through a lot :) 

How about we take it slow, just talking in the hallway like we do and if you ever feel up to another date, you can ask me and that way you don't have to feel pressure to say yes :)

He bit his lip as he waited for your response, he noticed Hobi had sat down next to him and had read Taehyung’s last text. “I'm proud of you Tae,” was all he said, and it made Taehyung’s chest fill with happiness. He wanted to do right by his brothers, by his family, by his grandmother, by you. He smiled brightly at his hyung before looking back down at his phone, seeing you were typing; the text bubble appeared and his smile got bigger if that was possible.

I can do that :)

Would we still be on for our jam sessions?

“Jam sessions? So that’s why your playlist has expanded so much!”

“Yeah, she's got some all over the place taste,” Taehyung chuckled, looking down at the small device again, a simple for sure! Being all that was needed.

You went back to your old routine after that, catching Taehyung in the mornings before work, sometimes he'd join you for a morning run if it was dark enough, or sometimes you would just talk for a good 20 minutes before he had to go.

He really had been so patient with you, it had been three months since your first date, although you hoped to get a redo where you wouldn't reject Taehyung the way you had done that night. You tried to express this through the songs you'd play whilst bathing every night, you weren't sure if he took a bath every night or not, but you were determined for him to hear at least some of them. Your taste in music was very western heavy, and you had a knack for nostalgia so you often played older songs, from bands you liked when you were a teen, the two you played most often were R5 and 5SOS.

You were taken out of your thoughts by your alarm, letting you know to take out Matty's birthday cake, today was his first birthday, you'd been tempted to invite Taehyung and Tannie over, but you felt you still needed a little more time, so you resorted to celebrating your dog by yourself, cutting the cake — which ended up being WAY bigger than what you had expected — in a nice half. You placed Matty's piece down once you took out the candle and replaced it with a treat, setting inside of the spare room of your apartment which had become Matty's room, and then put the other half on a plate to take to Tae's apartment for Tannie.

Once you left your apartment and made the quick trip to Tae's door, you placed the plate down with a little note, rang the doorbell and went back to your home, you hadn't closes the baby gate at Matty's door and the last thing you needed was for him to make a cakey mess on your floors.

When Taehyung came out to his door you had just clicked yours shut, it didn't take him long to realize the cake was from you, he took it into his apartment and quickly shut the door, calling his small pomeranian over as he read your note.

Thank you for being so patient with me, I wanted to know if you were wanting to go out for a Korean corn dog and some karaoke? Let me know when you return the plate :D I hope Tannie enjoys his piece of Matty’s birthday cake!

There was simply no way of denying it anymore, Taehyung was so down bad for you it was getting embarrassing. Also, it was Matty's birthday today?! He decided he would go get a gift for your puppy tomorrow, that way he could return the plate and give you something else so his visit wouldn't be so short.

Okay, maybe Taehyung had gone a little overboard, he only meant to buy Matty a small bag of toys and a treat, it wasn't in his plan to get a medium size basket full of goodies for your puppy. He quickly went into his home to grab your plate, and then stepped right back outside, making sure to close the door before Tannie could follow him.

He was a bit nervous, especially because work had gone a little long, so it was just shy of five past eight and the last thing he wanted was to wake you up if you were asleep. Thankfully, you opened your door within a few minutes, you smiled softly at Taehyung and the look in your eyes made him want to bring you your own little mikrokosmos. It didn't take long for you to notice the big basket full of toys, treats and other goodies.

“What's with the basket Tae?” She giggled, to say she looked puzzled was an understatement. “Well seeing that it was Matty’s birthday and I missed it I figured I’d get him a few things,” he tried his best to sound like his Yoongi hyung when he gifted someone something, even tried to look away whilst she grabbed it, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it, he loved seeing the way your eyes brighten at all the toys, he could tell you were happy, “I hope Matty will like them.”

“He’ll love them!”

“Also here’s the plate back,” he handed it to you once you had placed the basket inside your apartment, “thank you,” you smiled softly. You stared at each other for a bit, you were nervously fidgeting with your fingers, wondering if he would leave it at that, if he’d gotten bored of you and everything would be just like last time, and Taehyung would refuse to take her anywhere and then he would find someone else and leave her and-

“When did you wanna go get those corn dogs?” You were a bit embarrassed at how shocked you probably looked, you had to close your mouth and compose yourself quickly, “umm, how’s tomorrow?” you asked with a big toothy grin.

Oh yeah, you were both SO down bad.

“That works, pick you up at eight?” You nodded profusely, causing Taehyung to chuckle, “see you then Ynie.”

“See you then, Tae,” you smiled, closing your door. Taehyung felt like the first time you had a date, he didn’t care if you saw him or heard him as he cheered loudly.

Taehyung wanted to be comfy that next night, it was going to be a bit chillier so he opted for a pair of washed out baggy jeans, a white random print shirt, and a thicker green jacket with beat up sneakers. He wanted to look good for you, he wanted you to find him handsome, because no matter how often he got told how beautiful he was, it was always nice to still dress to impress. He walked out of his home and toward your door; he rang your doorbell and waited. He wondered what songs you would choose to sing today, whether or not it would have a double meaning, or if it would be just a normal random song. You looked beautiful when you came out of your apartment, you had retro bell-bottom black pants, a sweater, and what looked like comfy sneakers. You were wearing your natural hair and really pretty make up that accentuates your face features. Okay, now he was definitely staring. “Ready to go?” he offered you his arm, and you happily took it as you nodded, ready for the night ahead of you.

Taehyung was so impressed by you, this whole night made him actually think he was falling for you. You had eaten TWO whole corn dogs, and if it wasn’t because your slot for karaoke was booked ahead of time you would’ve probably had more, which he didn’t blame you for, corn dogs are something truly addictive. You made it to the karaoke venue, where you were led to the room you would have for the night, you were brought a bottle of soju and two small cups, and the device to pick a song.

You insisted that Taehyung go first, despite his insistence of having you go first because it’s the gentlemanly thing to do, you enjoyed watching him sing, his sultry baritone voice sent shivers down your spine, and to say it made you feel some type of way… that would totally be an understatement. He sang one of his songs, and then he sang one of his members songs. You think he’d told you it was his Seokjin hyung who sung it.

When I’m with you, there is no one else, I get heaven to myself.

You’d heard it before on the radio, but you didn’t know that it was one of their songs until now. Taehyung had changed a few lyrics to avoid saying “I love you,” he didn’t want to scare you off, and it was still very early stages; saying I love you was not necessary right at this moment and you didn’t need to know unless you looked it up later.

Your turn came up, and now it was time to put your plan in action. You had a specific song you had wanted to sing, and you had booked the room in this particular venue because they had it on their list. You were incredibly nervous, growing up you had always been the kid who wouldn’t stop singing, even if you were untrained, but you got stage fright fairly easily and most of the time you’d have to perform facing away from the audience, mostly your family, so you hoped that wouldn’t happen now, especially because you had sang for Taehyung before, even if you didn’t mean to, and even if there was a wall between you, you knew he was there so hopefully that would help your fears.

The notes started playing and Taehyung watched you intently, fascinated by your voice and the song lyrics, which spoke of social media stalking, accidental liking of old posts, and the sweetness of your lover. And then, Taehyung heard the chorus.

Tell me if you could love me, make me somebody, if you could love me do.

Taehyung wanted to kick himself, if he had known you were going to be throwing out love in your songs he would’ve done the same for his songs. You danced around as you kept singing, he pulled the small machine over and saw you were singing If by R5, he’d have to add it to the playlist he’d been building since your first jamming session.

Will you take all my feelings, angels and demons, if you could love me do, I could be with you.

As the final notes rang out of the speakers, you looked down, thankful for the dark atmosphere of the room, given that it hid the tint in your cheeks perfectly. Taehyung just stared, his eyes full of endearment, you had done amazing.

“That night at my apartment, I got scared because my breakup was fresh, and I was scared that all the green flags I saw in you would turn into red flags,” you explained, “I like you, matter of fact I’m sure I’m falling for you, but I was scared of committing to something new and have it end in the same situation as before.”

Taehyung was shocked at your confession, but he couldn’t be offended, based on the little he’d overheard and what you had told him, you had every right to be scared of something new coming into your life, he couldn’t blame for having doubts, which is exactly why he’d offered you space, he didn’t want to impose his feelings for you and make you feel like you HAD to be with him, he wanted you to feel confident in yourself and him.

“I understand Ynie, you don’t have to explain yourself,” he stood up and walked toward you, he stopped once he was at a reasonable distance, not too close, not too far.

“Yeah but I want to, I shouldn’t have kicked you out so suddenly without telling you that you did nothing wrong, I should’ve-” 

“That doesn’t matter now, I knew you were having a hard time, I could see it after you kissed me, that’s why I left without a fight, I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable or forced to stay in a situation you didn’t want to be in,” he walked a little closer, slowly lifting his hand and cupping your cheek, he waited to see your response, and was pleased to see that you leaned into his touch, prompting him to rub your cheek with his thumb. “You deserve the world Ynie, I’ll take… How'd the song go again? Your angels and demons, I could and would love you and I want to be with you.”

You felt tears welling up in your eyes, “thank you for being the most amazing person Tae,” you sniffled and he quickly wiped the tear that had escaped the corner of your eye, your faces you were mere millimeters apart, your noses touched and your breaths mingled, “anything you for you… may I give you a pet name?” you nodded, he smiled, “anything for you yeobo,” he closed the distance between you trapping your lips with his in a searing kiss that had you feeling warm and fuzzy all over. Maybe things will be different this time, if things went well, you could see yourself having a long life with Taehyung.

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Okay maybe I got a bit overzealous, but the IWCT follow up is ready and will be posted at 1pm EDT at the latest! Be on the look out!

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Out of my slump, everyone thank my sis in law for talking ideas with me back and forth, for three hours, on Sunday lol.

If Walls Could Talk follow up "If" will be released by Sunday night, after that, One That I Want and Unsinkable updates and hopefully Seokjin oneshot, although I'm highly considering turning that into a short fanfic because I really like the story and would like to flesh it out more, anyway, see y'all soon!

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Unsinkable ||j.jk|| — Chapter 6

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Description: The 1910s are the peak of passenger ships, it was also the peak of classism, Jungkook is a third class immigrant from Korea, and you are a first class “prisoner” not wanting to go back to a life of strict standards. Once you meet Jungkook, life seems worth living, but when tragedy strikes, will you guys make it out to live the life you planned?

Genre: Titanic AU, poor/artist!JK x rich!f reader, angst, fluff, very slight smut, forbidden love.

Warnings: ANGST, major character death, mention of grave injuries, blood, thoughts of death and drowning, descriptions of mass panic.

Word Count: 1.4k+

Jungkook was stressed, or maybe that was an understatement. He was almost able to get away from Yoongi's grip if it wasn't for the Master-at-Arms being right there. They left him in that room, handcuffed to a pipe whilst the aforementioned went back to the main deck to assist with the evacuation of the ship.

Jungkook didn't think that he would die in a sinking ship, he had done so many other dangerous things in his short life. He reminisced about the time he was ice fishing with Chris and the ice gave out underneath him, the water was so cold, but he was quick to get out. He’d been to those county fair roller coasters and gotten off just before a piece of the track fell apart. He didn’t usually consider himself to be lucky until now, when he realized he had taken all the other times he had escaped being seriously injured or worse for granted.

How long had he been handcuffed?

The room slowly filled more and more with water, slowly tipping over where he had to hold on to a pipe to ensure he wouldn't hurt himself or his wrist. He'd hoped his death would be quick, then again he'd known from a book one of his parisian muses let him read, that if pain is what you wanted, drowning was the way to go. He wished he could've seen you one more time, that he would have kissed your lips one more time.

His laments were interrupted by a door being broken open, and he was shocked to see you there, water almost up to your waist, accompanied by Chris and an ax. “Yn? Chris? What the hell are you doing?” He questioned as both of them pushed through the water to make it to him, “we're not going to let you die, Jungkookie,” Chris said.

Getting to Jungkook had been challenging, you had to escape your mother, Namjoon and Yoongi after they had dragged you to the first class staircase to wait, it took strength and you spitting on Namjoon's face, but you'd be damned to go live a life that would be worse than dying on this boat.

On your way down, you ran into three young men who you found rather quickly to be Jungkook’s friends, and at first, when all three found out what your lover's fate was, they wanted to go with you, Chris however, insisted if anything were to happen Jungkook would be angry if all four of them died.

It was a funny thing to have to think about at such a young age, death. They were all in their early 20s and you were barely 21, you had so much to live and yet right at this moment, it was uncertain whether you'd be alive in the next hour. Ultimately, Chris came with you because Jungkook had been his friend for the better part of 4 years, and he was not going to leave him to drown, at least not on his own.

Chris had walked you through how to use the ax and had you make a couple practice swings, before you moved on to your main target.

“You've got this darling, I know you won't hurt me,” Jungkook assured you, and you were doing your best to hold back your tears, because one wrong cut and you coming down here would be for nothing. But luckily that wasn't the case, the cuffs around his wrist split and now they were like two bracelets, you let go of the ax which made a big splash

He wasted no time bringing you into his arms, hugging you tightly and kissing your head, and then hugging Chris, “we have to go if we want to make it to a lifeboat with Taehyung and Jimin,” the latter said, and you all made your best effort to run since there was no way of telling when the next burst of water would make it through.

It was unfortunately too soon.

The water came quick as you ran to the last working elevator, it sounded like a stampede of horses was running through the ship, the sound ever close as you finally had started to notice a difference in the water's height, you were starting to see your feet again, although a little too late.

You heard a loud groan, seeing that Chris had fallen behind, “Chan!” You heard Jungkook call, was that also Chris' name? “There was a hole in the wood, my foot’s stuck,” he struggled as attempted to get his foot out, Jungkook immediately jumped to help him, trying his best to be gentle, “damn you and your big feet,” his doe eyes were filling with tears they could now see the water coming quickly toward them, if they didn't get him out of there quick enough they would be dragged back, and would likely die.

“I don't care if my foot is hurt, just pull me out”

You joined in their attempts at liberating the poor man, and the screams that followed made you nearly burst into tears, it was just in time, as his foot popped out — you didn't dare look at it, afraid of it's condition — the water gushed down the hallway, loud impact of the waves against the walls of the ship, running for the small box that would bring you up to the main deck.

But it wasn't there, the gate was closed, and the lift was gone from where you had left it. You could feel your eyes swell with tears. Was this how you were going to go? Drowned in a ship never to be seen again? Because your body would most likely stay with the ship, would it even survive the depths of the ocean?

“There's a staircase this way!” Chris yelled, you saw the two men starting to run and so did you. As the water level kept getting lower thanks to what you could only assume was the way the ship was sinking.

It took some time, but you made it up the main deck just in time to see the chaos and panic. Men rushed to help lower the lifeboats, as well as women of all classes yelling for their husbands as they were placed in boats, or yelling for their children as they frantically looked through the main deck.

“LUCY?! Please has anyone seen my Lucy?! I can't leave the ship without her!” A mother screamed next to you, running through the crowd of people, looking through every nook and cranny. You watched as she went inside the boat once more, and you hoped she would be able to get out if she went any lower than any of the higher decks.

Your attention was ripped away when you heard the sound of gunshots ring.

“NO!” You heard a loud scream, seeing a circle forming in front of one of the lifeboats. The voice sounded familiar, and you hadn't realized you were moving until you felt Jungkook's hand sliding into yours, “you move quickly through a crowd,” the small joke making you chuckle. It was refreshing and appreciated. You pushed through, and once you finally made it to the front of the circle you dropped Jungkook's hand.

Yoongi was crying over Namjoon's body.

“I told you to stay back, women and children only!” The officer standing with his gun drawn spat back. “So you shoot him?! You incompetent fuck?!” Yoongi's eyes seemed to have a never ending stream of tears, his voice uneven. You knew that Namjoon and him were close since childhood, Yoongi had been working with Namjoon for a long time, his dad had worked with the aforementioned's family before Yoongi started to years later.

You slowly walked up to Yoongi, placing your hand on his shoulder “WHAT?!” He turned to you, his features softening, something he'd never done toward you, you looked down to see your ex-betrothed, his white shirt had a large scarlet stain in his stomach. “Ynie?” You heard him call, “Yoongi hyung?”

“We're here Namjoon-ah,” Yoongi sobbed, even in his weak state, Namjoon's dimpled smile made an appearance, “I'm sorry for being for being an ass to you Ynie,” you couldn't help the few tears that spilled from your eyes, the dragon eyed man stared up at your lover, giving him a stern nod which the younger man reciprocated, you sobbed watching the wordless exchange. “Take good care of them hyung,” he sighed.

You watched as Namjoon's grip on Yoongi's shoulder was slowly losing strength, until the only thing keeping their hands together was Yoongi desperately holding onto his best friend. You watched as he continued to sob for a few more minutes, the crow's dispersing in their own panic trying to reach a lifeboat, until he only sniffled.

“Let's get out of here,” Yoongi said sternly, “where are the rest of your friends Jeon?”

It's official! Unsinkable Chapter 6 will be up on Wednesday at 1pm EST! I will continue working on the Jin oneshot and the follow up drabble for If Walls Could Talk, see you then!

So happy to see y'all are loving the Namjoon oneshot!! Like mentioned I'm working on Unsinkable Chapter 6 and the Jin oneshot although there will be some time between these two, mainly due to the oneshot being longer than I thought it'd be. What would you like to see in the meantime? I was thinking I could a small drabble about If Walls Could Talk Tae?? Let me know what you think!

I'm back!

Sorry this past two weeks were crazy, enjoy the Namjoon au though! 8.5 thousand words of good ol' sexy Namjoon! Coming soon Unsinkable chapter 6 and Jin au!

Nuts - ||k.nj||

Description: how had Namjoon ended up in this situation? What do you mean he had to actually make a connection instead of fucking your brains out?

Genre: Oneshot, Non-idol AU, Rapper!Namjoon x Makeup Artist f!reader, strangers-to-lovers, Too Hot To Handle inspired, SMUT SMUT SMUT!! Hopeful ending. 

Warnings: Namjoon is a bit of a player and full of himself, just smut overall with a hopefully balanced plot, eventually he’ll get back in touch with his feelings, this might be the longest oneshot I've written? Oral sex f receiving, fingering f receiving, grinding, slight exhibitionism.

Word Count: 8.5k+

Namjoon thought himself a reasonable person, horny, but reasonable. He never needed to go to extremes to get what he wanted, whether it be an artist he liked to feature on a song, or fuck the sexy girl that kept bringing champagne over to his table at club. She was leaning against the wall of some small maintenance closet, her back was arched as he pounded into her relentlessly.

Once they finished, he could tell she would want more, doing a not so subtle attempt at slipping her phone number into Namjoon’s back pocket. He smirked and walked out after fixing himself up, knowing full well this would be the last time he’d see her, Namjoon never came back for seconds once he had them. It was nothing against the women he slept with, he didn’t used to be this way, but a few instances of heartbreak and a toxic cycle of make up sex can lead one to denounce love all together and give into pure carnal desire.

Such was Namjoon’s case.

When he arrived at his table he noticed his manager, Jin, and his two best friends, Hoseok and Yoongi, did not receive him with the usual knowing smiles, granted, this time he hadn’t waited long to ditch them for some pussy. Namjoon usually gave it about an hour or two into an outing before temporarily or permanently leaving his friends, but he supposed tonight he really needed a quick fix.

“Why do y’all look like you’re mad at me?” he asked, taking a seat and picking at the chips and salsa that had been placed at the center of their table.

The VIP section of the club was nice, it had a great mix of different low and high-grade celebrities, Namjoon liked to think he was making his way up from the low end of the spectrum, now that he’d been picked up a small label and his mixtape would go from SoundCloud to mainstream platforms.

“We’ve barely been here for half an hour, Namjoon-ah,” Jin complained, holding the bridge of his nose between his index finger and his thumb, Namjoon just continued to stare at him confused. “Well, it’s not my fault, every time she was serving us drinks her tits were right there, and I don’t know if you noticed but they were beautifully proportioned,” he smiled cheekily.

His friends didn’t reciprocate it.

“The label signed you up for a reality show,” Jin stated bluntly, Namjoon almost thought he heard a record scratch, “why?”

“They think it’s good exposure for you,” the older shrugged, “plus it’s like a retreat, you get to stay in a villa with other people and you play games through the summer to win a cash prize.”

“Will I get to keep the cash prize when I win?” he asked, Yoongi and Hoseok sharing a look of annoyance at their friend’s cockiness.

Namjoon had never really been the cocky type, but once his mixtapes and albums started getting hundreds of thousands of streams, and girls seemed to follow him like bees in search of honey, he’d seemed to have his feet a little too far off the ground, and it got worse once he was signed to the label.

“The label is considering it if you create enough buzz around yourself.”

“Well then, I guess I have my work cut out for me,” he smiled, dimples on full display.

You kept refreshing your email every minute, you needed this opportunity, you needed this. It had been your dream since becoming a makeup artist to open your own salon. You were tired of taking clients in the small living room of your studio apartment.

You had been looking for an investor for months when you finally found one that had been interested in your business. He had arranged an interview with you and had asked for a portfolio of your work, just to see what you offered would be worth what you were asking, everything in the interview suggested it was. You were told to wait about a week for them to get back to you, and now that it had been a couple days after the week mark you were starting to get nervous.

The notification sound of a new email made your heart start to race.

From: Hwang Jongdae

Subject: Investment on 2!3! Beauty Salon

Good morning, miss Yn,

After careful consideration of your proposal, we have unfortunately decided that we will not move forward…

You didn’t need to read the rest of the lengthy email, you slammed your laptop shut, immediately reaching for your phone to call your sister, tears inevitably escaped your eyes as soon as she picked up your call.

“Ynie what’s wrong?” She asked, her face showing immediate concern. You explained the situation to her through sobs and snot.

“I don’t know what to do!”

“You could come out with me and Danbi, we are going to the club tonight, maybe you’ll find some rich drunk guy that will invest in your salon.”

You were apprehensive at first, but in the end here you were, in the middle of a night club making somewhat conversation with some guy who’d long taken off his suit jacket and tie, you weren’t planning on anything, you just wanted to someone to converse with since your sister and her girlfriend had ditched you to go dancing.

It wasn’t your fault you had ended up outside making out. You were just sad and needed some cheering up, making out with a stranger sounded like a quick fix, and maybe you’d get a room somewhere and you could enjoy the brief happiness that came with having a one night stand

“Well, I think, your story could make for great reality TV,” his speech was slightly slurred as he pulled away, a sign that the glass he was somehow still holding was definitely not one of the first ones he’d had tonight, “I’m casting this…um…competition show, you get to spend the summer in a pretty villa with pretty people and play games, you can win a SHIT load of money,” he kept leaning toward you, you had to hold back the urge to puke as his breath reeked of alcohol.

You were interested as soon as he mentioned money, you didn’t care what kind of competition it was, you would do anything to make your dream into reality, even if it meant participating in some stupid TV show and dealing with dumb people.

Namjoon was a bit upset about giving up his phone the night before their first day of shooting, but this retreat was meant to be a place where he could disconnect entirely. Which wasn’t an entirely bad idea, the past few weeks was mainly a lot of paperwork and filming his intro for the show, apparently, he’d be the “first to arrive.”

He was happy to see champagne set up on a hightop table, he served himself a glass and waited, other guys started showing up, and then the girls started showing up as well, and to say he was pleasantly surprised was an understatement, all the women were beautiful and when you walked in? 

Namjoon quickly knew that you'd be his target.

He was immediately attracted to you, for a moment he really thought that whoever was up there, if there was anyone, must've put you right there, you were exactly the type he went for when he looked for a quick lay. You were wearing a full body bathing suit, given that the villa was at a beachfront, like shows like these often were. Your hair was down in what he assumed was its natural form, and your make up accentuated your face's features beautifully.

The rest of the girls immediately went to greet you, while the men just stared and spoke amongst themselves about who they liked, it was mostly varied answers. The six girls were the stereotypical body type you’d see in shows like these, although some were definitely on the curvier side, all from different places, the guys were pretty much the same, all well built and mouth-watering.

“Okay so to catch you up to speed…um” one of the girls spoke.

“Yn”

“Right, we have all been scanning the boys and let me tell you, it’s going to be a bloodbath,” she chuckled, as did all the others. She introduced herself as Andrea, and the other girls introduced themselves shortly after.

They walked you over to where the high-tops were, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t notice the way the beautiful dragon-eyed man was devouring you with his gaze, and regardless of your small cover-up skirt and your full body bathing suit, you felt very much naked and aroused. If his gaze alone could do that, what could he do to you?. You had no time to calm your racing heart as he approached, his tall frame towered over you.

“Hey,” his voice sounded like honey, “my name is Namjoon, what’s yours?” he wasn’t subtle at all with the way his eyes trailed up and down your body.

“Yn,” you held your hand out to him “nice to meet you Namjoon,” he took it, bringing your knuckles up to his lips to kiss, you quickly took your hand away.

“What, you don’t like chivalry?”

“You don’t seem like the type to do it genuinely,” you admitted.

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to prove you wrong.”

Your neck was hurting badly, you didn’t realize how close he’d gotten to you, making his stature much more than what you had initially suspected. Namjoon enjoyed the vertical advantage, as it gave him a perfect view to your tits, so beautiful and round, he could feel himself slowly harden, he was ready to tell you to come with him to one of the rooms so you could act upon it, when the host of the show finally showed up.

“Hello guys!” he was a beautiful man as well, did this show only look for good looking people? The producer you’d met said you’d be with pretty people, but this was another level, what a major boost to your ego. “I’m Taehyung, welcome Games in Paradise!” Everyone cheered and clapped as the host gave a pretty boxy smile, “you’ll spend the rest of your summer here, where if you succeed with our challenges, you will win a fantastic prize! Your first challenge will be announced later on by the beach, please explore your home for the next two months and enjoy!” Cheers erupted from the small group again, and everyone dispersed after Taehyung walked away.

And explore you did, the villa was huge, it came fully equipped with everything one could only dream of having. The kitchen was fully stocked with a bunch of fancy appliances for your convenience, the bathrooms were gorgeous and came with both a standing shower and a bathtub, the sleeping area had six queen sized beds and nightstands were full of things to make all the sex everyone was planning on having more enjoyable, from condoms to toys, to lube; a few rooms were locked and you weren’t sure why, but no one really cared, considering everyone starting breaking off into duos and small groups to start enjoying their time there.

(T-4 hours)

Andrea, and yourself were enjoying sun-tanning on the lounge chairs right in front of the pool, your cover-ups long gone as your asses in full display as you laid on your stomach. You were reading a book you had picked out of the villa’s small bookcase, while your newly found friend had her eyes closed.

“So, you and Namjoon huh?” she spoke, you looked up to see her sunglasses down to the tip of her nose as she stared at you suggestively. “He’s hot as fuck, anyone here would stupid not to be turned on by his mere sight,” you shrugged.

“The way he was looking at you I thought he was going to fuck you right then and there!” she giggled. You sighed in response and went back to reading your book, mainly to distract yourself from the godly man you’d met, and the many things you wished he’d do to you, so your wetness wouldn’t ruin your favorite swimsuit.

Namjoon was watching you from far away, two of the guys he’d met on either side of him also watching the girls they so badly wanted. Namjoon would enjoy his time here, whether it was with you, or someone who offered to help with his urges sooner. “Okay,” he stood up from his spot, “y’all can enjoy staring and not touching, I’m going in,” he started walking off when he felt a smack in his ass, surely from Jimin, one of the guys he’d been seating with, and his newest friend.

As he walked down to the lounge chairs he noticed someone else taking your friend away, leaving you alone.

Perfect, no interruptions, he thought.

“Hello again,” greeted you once he was close enough to you, he sat down at the spot your friend was previously laying on, his eyes shamelessly enjoying the view of your ass.

“If we still had our phones I’d tell you to take a picture,” you quipped, Namjoon looked back to your face and found you had been staring at him, he flushed slightly at being caught, but got himself together fairly quickly.

“Can you blame me when you have such a wonderful ass?” he chuckled, his dimples in full display which only made him more attractive in your eyes. The silence wasn’t awkward, but it was definitely filled with tension, you took off your sunglasses, a small smirk on your face “I bet you’d love to fuck it wouldn’t you?”

Namjoon wasn’t expecting such a bold response. He choked on his own saliva and got into a coughing fit as he heard you cackle loudly. When it finally subsided, he noticed you’d left, leaving a water bottle at his feet and a note on the lounge chair you had been seated on not so long ago.

Meet me in the sleeping area ;)

(T- 30 minutes)

There truly was no way of explaining your current predicament. How had you ended up like this so quickly? It was truly all a blur.

All you knew was that you were straddling Namjoon, dry-humping his erection over his swimming trunks, and making out ferociously.

Namjoon felt his dick getting impossibly stiff as you rubbed your pussy against it, your moans swallowed by his lips as he put his tongue down your throat. He played with your tits, massaging one of the mounds with one hand and holding your ass with another. “Can I pull down the straps?” he groaned as you moved to kiss him behind his ear and down his sharp jawline; you managed to muster a pathetic ‘mmhmm’ and you felt your nipples brushing against his chest and then being pinched and rolled between Namjoon’s thumb and index finger.

“Your body is so gorgeous,” he complimented before putting the breast he was playing with in his mouth, making you arch your back and moan as he sucked and licked it to his heart’s content. When he released your breast from his mouth he slowly dragged his hand down to your core, expertly moving your swimsuit aside and using his thumb to rub your already sensitive bundle of nerves, “fuck!” you moaned, he then moved his hand so that his thumb continued to rub your clit as he inserted his finger inside of you, “so wet for me,” he added another, “so tight,” and another “can’t wait to fuck this slick, tight pussy until you can’t walk” his fingers curved deliciously against your walls and you could feel the coil of pleasure tightening inside you.

“Take off your pants,” you managed to plead.

“Hmm?”

“Take off your pants, please, I want to rid-”

“Hello,” a robotic voice interrupted your pleas, scaring you so badly you almost ended up falling off of Namjoons lap. He gently took his fingers out of you and fixed up your swimsuit just in case someone was about to walk in. “Who the fuck is there?!” Namjoon asked sternly, carefully moving you off his lap.

“My name is Lana,” that’s when you finally noticed the small cone on top of a decorative table. “I hope you are enjoying the retreat, please head down to the palapa, it should be next to the place you arrived at today.”

You and Namjoon stared at each other, having a mental conversation on whether you actually wanted to or not, ultimately going back to making out. Namjoon wanted you so badly, and the stupid Lana robot had definitely not made him any harder, but he was sure he’d be back to it once you guys got back in the mood.

“Hurry up, lovebirds.” Lana’s robotic timbre interrupted them yet again, making you fall backwards on the bed “ugh!” You complained, “Let’s go before she becomes more of a buzz kill.”

You sat next to Namjoon, his arm was around your shoulders. You saw Andrea sitting among some of the girls, one of them in particular, Jihee you thought was her name, was throwing daggers at you with her eyes. All you could do was give her a tight-lipped smile, looking away from her as the small cone that had scared you earlier slowly rose up on a platform in the middle of the table.

“Hello, contestants,” her multicolored light blinked as she spoke, “I have gathered information during this first day of the retreat.” Everyone looked at each other, in a very ‘what the fuck’ kind of way because up until she spoke, you had thought her to be a very fancy diffuser, “it has been most insightful.”

“What the fuck does she mean?” Andrea spoke up.

“The purpose of the retreat is to have you create deep, meaningful, emotional connections, instead of the meaningless flings you’ve all been having.”

“So… have platonic relationships with women?” Jimin looked confused, he didn’t have to wait long for an answer.

“To incentivize you not to do this, I have set the prize money to one-hundred thousand dollars.”

‘Oh my god’s’ were spread out through the group, as they all talked about what that amount of money could do for them, you opened up to Namjoon and Andrea who were the people sitting closest to you, “that money could definitely get me my salon!”

“You’re a hairdresser?” Andrea asked.

“Makeup artist, but I’m planning on having a full service salon,” you smiled sweetly, Namjoon found the sparkle in your eye somewhat endearing when you talked about your dream, but, he couldn’t let himself dwell on it for long, he wanted a good lay, not a deep connection, deep connections had only caused him pain.

“However,” Lana interrupted the group’s chatter, “there are conditions to your stay in order to win the prize,” you hoped the collective complaint wasn’t missed on the small cone, although you were sure it was, it was a robot after all.

“There will be no kissing.”

Your eyes widened, as did most of the groups. “Well, she only said kissing right?” Jihee said.

“No heavy petting.” 

“This is fucking stupid,” Daniel, one of the guys Namjoon had been hanging out with spoke.

“No sex of any kind, this includes self-gratification,” the chorus of what’s and no’s that broke out from the group were immediate, and you felt regretful, if you had cut to the chase sooner you could’ve gotten a really good dicking from Namjoon, and now you were all going to be blue balled.

Or were you?

(Day 2)

You woke up the next morning comfy, you and Namjoon decided you would share a bed, and his muscular arms held you tightly, and you felt protected in a way. You hadn’t been one for cuddling in a long time, not since your last relationship almost 4 years ago. It had ended quite tumultuously, especially due to its toxic and suffocating nature. It was mainly why you had one night stands, you didn’t have to cuddle if you didn’t want to, you could just leave right after.

You also didn’t miss Namjoon’s morning wood against your ass, no one was awake yet aside from you, so you decided to be a little risky and pretend like you were adjusting yourself, only to rub up on Namjoon’s dick some more. His grip tightened at your hips, you felt his breath against your ear as he groaned.

“You better stop that, or I’ll fuck you just like this,” he whispered, you could feel yourself getting slick at his words, how badly you wanted him follow through. “Don’t you want the money?” you whispered back, doing your best to hold your moans as he grinded against your ass, “Lana is a dumb fucking robot, how will she know?”

Fuck it.

That’s how you ended up with your shorts and underwear halfway down your legs, and with Namjoon’s fingers deep in your pussy, just like last night. You were biting your pillow and doing your best to hold back your moans. “You ready for me baby?”

Best you could do was reach back and touch him, you wanted to keep quiet just in case someone heard you. He slowly teased your entrance with the tip of his cock, you had yet to see it but when it breached you, you could tell he was thick, and as he slowly fed himself into your pussy, it was ten times harder to stay quiet. Yup. He was definitely big. 

He fucked you slowly, and he had to hold himself back as well, your pussy felt so good and it almost felt like you sucked him in deeper with every thrust, he wanted to rail you, to make you scream and moan so that everyone knew just how good he fuck you. “You’re taking my cock so well,” he praised you, causing you to clench harder on him, “if you keep doing that I’m going to cum,” you answered, “why don’t you hmm? Maybe I’ll pump full of my cum too, and make you keep it in so no one knows what we did,” he bit your earlobe and you almost moaned out loud. The coil in your stomach snapped, and your back arched from the pleasure the beautiful man behind you was giving you, it wasn’t long before he came as well, and just like he said, you were filled to the brim.

After your morning shower and getting yourself ready, you were out and about with the girls hanging out in the pool, it was a hot, sunny day, and you were having fun hanging out with the gals.

“Were you okay this morning, Yn? I thought I kept hearing moan?” Jihee asked, making the rest of the girls turn to you. You and Namjoon had agreed to not tell anyone about your little escapade this morning. “I was having a really bad nightmare, I’m sorry,” you smiled apologetically.

Jihee didn’t seem to believe you, meanwhile the other girls rushed to ensure you were okay, they kept asking what your nightmare was about, thankfully, before the show you’d have a really bad one, so you used that one for your story, they didn’t know it wasn’t recent. However, you didn’t miss the angry looks from Jihee, but you didn’t have much time to dwell on it, as the guys came over to the pool to get you, stating that Lana had called for you all to go to the palapa.

You sat next to Namjoon again, who placed his arm on the armrest behind you. You were staring off, not really setting your eyes on one thing until they landed on his thighs. They were so thick and muscular, you wondered what riding them felt like, perhaps that could be the next thing you and Namjoon sneaked off to do.

“Hello, contestants,” the small cone in the middle of the table spoke, everyone greeted it back. “It has come to my attention someone may have broken the rules,” everyone stared around, except for Namjoon, who was playing with the leftover fabric of the headband you were wearing.

“No one’s done anything Lana,” Jimin stated.

“My cameras picked up movement and audio last night, are you sure?” The girls stared at you so quick you were worried they would break their necks, “Yn? You said you had a bad nightmare last night didn’t you?” Jihee’s voice was laced with cattiness, and you felt a slight tug to your headband.

“My cameras picked Namjoon, speaking also.”

“Her nightmare sounded pretty bad, I was whispering in her ear to calm her down, nothing happened,” the way he lied so effortlessly made you feel weird, and you remembered why you’d been single for so long, you didn’t want to be in another situation where you were gaslighted and lied to.

You were grateful that you had kept your movement so slow and subtle.

“Just a warning, if you are found breaking the rules, depending on what you do, you will lose money.”

All hell broke loose then.

(Day 14)

You had managed to go this far without you or Namjoon making a single sexual move, and it was killing him not being able to plow you like he wanted to. It was good because you weren’t the first to lose the group money, Daniel and Jihee were surprisingly the firsts to do so, Jihee had given head to Daniel twice in one day, losing twelve thousand dollars. Later on, Andrea and Jimin kissed a few times, losing six thousand dollars.

Namjoon thought that building an emotional connection was dumb, he’d done that before, and each time it ended in a heartbreak worse than the last, his most recent relationship being what made him swear off on relationships. The girl he had dated was someone he’d loved, he’d do everything for her, every song was for her, any money made from his music went to both his and her bills, he almost dropped his best friends for her. 

And then he found out she’d been cheating on him all along.

It absolutely broke him, he couldn’t understand why he wasn’t good enough, he’d always been a gentleman, he would spoil her, love her, why wasn’t that enough? 

He didn’t care anymore, when he had an urge he would go to the clubs, or even after a gig he would pull a fan he found hot and he would fuck them until he was satisfied, leaving shortly after, or if he was craving something more intimate he would cuddle them after for a little while, no deep conversation, no sob stories shared, no number exchange. No strings attached. It was the only way not to get hurt.

You were so nice, such a good fuck. He almost wished you had met a few years before, then again would he have looked your way? He always seemed to be dating women who only wanted him for his money, women who never appreciated the little things. You did. He’d made you coffee this morning, using the keurig in the kitchen because he knew he would burn the villa down if he did it like some of the others were making it. He did it because you had become somewhat friends, sexual tension aside, your conversations were great, even if they were forced at first to distract you both from how badly you wanted the other, maybe he’d leave this with you as a good friend. All the girls cooed at the nice gesture, and Namjoon visibly cringed “it’s just fucking coffee it doesn’t mean anything.”

Oh, how those words hurt you.

You had unfortunately developed a crush for the rapper. He was so incredibly smart, he had such wisdom and insight, and his face card was crazy. You had felt horny the first few days, after your small rendezvous, but that subsided once you had more and more conversations, you really like his brain. However, how you felt didn’t matter, he didn’t want you like that, you were someone he fucked once and that he wants to fuck again, nothing more, nothing less. So, maybe it was a good thing that new players came into the scene.

Lana announced them, and it wasn’t long before you spotted them walking down the beach, two men. Both men were absolutely ripped, one of them had a full sleeve and piercings, making you salivate at the sight, the other didn’t have any tattoos, but he had a somewhat big nose and a beautiful smile. When they arrived they quickly introduced themselves as Christopher and Jungkook. The latter seemed to have immediately set an eye on you as he immediately started conversing with you and tried to get to know you better. You and the others had to explain the rules to the newcomers, they weren’t exactly thrilled, but they got over somewhat quickly.

“Ynie, do you want to go talk somewhere else alone?” the doe-eyed man asked, and how could you say no to that pretty smirk. Namjoon didn’t really like it as he saw you walk away with the younger man.

“You can’t talk to her the way you did this morning and expect her not to move on,” Andrea spoke, Jimin giggled next to her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t care,” he clarified, making your friend roll her eyes.

“Attention, contestants,” Lana’s voice broke through the various conversations, “there will be a special event happening near the garden tomorrow, please go there in the morning.”

“What’s in it for us anyway?” Chris spoke up.

“The person who shows the most progress and success will win a date with a person of their choosing,” now that changes things.

(Day 15)

Without words. That’s what the workshop was called.

Lana had paired all of you up, and you had ended up being paired with Jungkook, whilst Namjoon was paired with Jihee. Namjoon wasn’t one to be possessive of the people he fucked, but it wasn’t that he fucked you before, you were his friend, and Jungkook seemed like he was up to no good, what with the big deceitful doe eyes.

You were excited though, it was a fresh start for you, maybe Jungkook will be able to give you that deep emotional connection you were supposed to look for. You hadn’t wanted it at first, but your growing feelings for Namjoon along with all the workshops you had done so far helped you realize that. This one in particular had two stages, the first one was picking up on your partner’s body language. You had to go for a hug with Jungkook showing a specific emotion, and he would have to guess it later, that emotion was excitement.

Once Lana gave you the go, you ran toward the pretty man and hopped on him, wrapping your legs around him. He quickly caught you, wrapping one arm around you and using his other hand to hold one of your legs up, you both were so giggly, and everyone in the group could tell you were enjoying each other’s company. Namjoon was hugging Jihee but he wasn’t putting that much effort in it, he was watching you and Jungkook, and the stupid shit eating grin he had whilst you hugged. How badly he wanted to be the one you had your legs wrapped around, he was getting a little upset at how long you were hugging this newcomer for, considering everyone had stopped except for you two.

“We don’t have all day!” Namjoon remarked, his tone was bitter. You didn’t realize you had embraced Jungkook for so long, you had connected a lot during his first day, you talked until the high hours of the night, so you felt good with him, it was easy. You let go and walked back, whispering I’m sorry’s to the group for the hold up. “The next stage is soul gazing, you will stare at your partner in silence, it encourages you to see and connect with your partner on a deeper emotional level,” Lana said.

The silence of everyone was quite comfortable, and watching Jungkook you felt such warmth and kindness emanating from him, and you also saw him tear up a bit. “You have a beautiful soul Ynie,” he admitted, and like the Grinch, you felt your heart grow three sizes from those words. Namjoon, however, was seething, who the hell is guy anyway, why is he making you swoon all the sudden? It was bullshit, absolute bullshit. After the workshop was finally over, Lana announced the winner, you.

“Yn, who do you choose to go on this date with,” the little cone asked, and everyone’s eyes were on you. The expectations were skewed, some were expecting you to pick Namjoon, and some were expecting you to pick Jungkook based on the past two days alone.

“Jungkook,” he had the prettiest smile, “wanna go on this date with me?”

“Yes!” He was very enthusiastic, giving you a quick side hug, the girls rushed to your side to help you get ready.

Namjoon was with the guys as they all watched Jungkook getting ready, he wasn’t very excited about the prospect of you going on a date with someone, he wanted you all for himself to enjoy and he couldn’t have that if you went with Jungkook. He heard Jimin giggling, noticing he’d been staring at him this whole time. “What?”

“Good thing you don’t have laser vision, poor Jungkookie would be dead if you did,” he continued to chuckle.

“I’m not even looking at him.”

“Give me a fucking break hyung, it’s obvious you are jealous of the guy, I mean just today’s workshop alone shows that,” Jimin explained, “if you like Yn you should shoot your shot.”

Did Namjoon like you? I mean he was definitely not repulsed by you, you were a smart, pretty girl. But how would he know you wouldn't use him? Sure you didn't seem like you would but what about when you were out in the real world?

“I'll be back,” Jungkook had a big grin on his face, “wish me luck!”

As Namjoon watched the youngest out of the men walk out, he decided he would get dressed himself, and get his frustration out with the punching bag at their designated workout area. Watching as he met you at the door to the villa. You were wearing a simple gray summer dress and it complimented your skin tone beautifully.

Jungkook was a little confused on why Namjoon was so adamantly upset at him, but he couldn’t worry about him right now, not when he was so excited to see you. You were incredibly nice to him when he arrived, and your conversation had been so wonderful when he’d pulled you aside. You talked about so many things, where you were from, what you did for work, what your goals were.

“I’m a tattoo artist! I’ve drawn most of the pieces I’ve gotten done,” he took off the shirt he was wearing, the white tank top underneath being the only thing keeping you from seeing his abs. His sleeve was beautiful, so incredibly colorful and full of life, he explained most of his tattoos, including the ones that were meant as cover-ups for others. Your eyes got lost in the way his muscles flexed as they trailed up his arm, eventually your gaze ended up meeting his.

He had stars in his eyes, and his smile seemed so incredibly genuine, he cocked his head to the side as he stared at you, “can I ask you something?” you nodded, “do you and Namjoon hyung have something going on? I don’t want to move forward with pursuing you if you are not available,” the question left you a bit stunned and you thought it through before deciding to trust Jungkook with the truth.

“We’ve had some serious sexual tension since we got here,” you admitted, “no one knows this but we actually fucked on our second night here,” the pretty man in front of you deflated a bit, and then it seemed to hit him, “so, not even the weird cone thing knows?”

“I mean she probably knows now,” you chuckled humorlessly. “Anyway, after that we agreed not to tell anyone, and we started building a friendship, I started sort of catching feelings, and I thought he was too, he would do little nice things for me, and then say something mean after,” you sighed, “so I’m not sure about him as person.”

Jungkook was a great listener, he stayed quiet and gave you his undivided attention the entire time you were talking, and now he sat pensive, looking up at the stars as he tried to come up with something to tell you, “I think you are really cool, Yn, and I think you deserve someone who will want you in every way, not just because you’re stunning” you blushed slightly at his words, “I would love to get to know you better and explore something with you, but if you want Namjoon that badly, then I don’t want to get hurt, going after girls who are emotionally unavailable or attached to someone else is exactly why I’ve become a man whore.”

You were shocked at his candor and honesty, but it endeared you to him and made you envy him. Why couldn’t you have your shit together? Why were your boundaries so unclear? Worst of all, a pretty guy who had treated you with nothing but respect wanted you… but your feelings for Namjoon were more, from the small coffee offering to conversations he would have with you about books you both had read, to deep conversations about each other’s life.

“You are a good person Jungkook.”

“But I’m not the kind of person you want.” You gave him a saddened smile, “I’m fine with being your friend Ynie, you are a good person too, and in time Namjoon will realize it too,” the night continued on with so much laughter, Jungkook felt like a long lost friend, and you were happy that life had brought him to you.

Namjoon was not happy. The people in the villa watched as he beat the absolute shit out of the punching bag in front of him, his jaw was clenched, and his mind was playing all the possibilities of what may happen on your date with Jungkook.

Did you do any of the things you'd done with him? Did you kiss him? Did you like him? Will you come back with a stronger connection and leave him to rot?

If you did he wouldn't blame you, he deserves every one of those things, especially after the way he'd treated you, all hot and cold. It truly isn't his fault, so many strings of wrong relationships, with the last one being a constant cycle of toxicity and gaslighting, which Namjoon can now admit he was a part of. Him and his last partner weren't good for each other, but they loved each other so intensely they didn't want to let go.

Love hard, hurt harder, you know?

He heard your unmistakable laughter along with his, and he started punching his bag harder. How long had he been standing here punching this poor bag? He didn't care, currently he was imagining Jungkook’s head on a stake.

“Namjoon?” Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts, he turned his gaze toward, whilst still in a punching stance, “can we talk?” Namjoon straightened up at that. He kinda liked the way you were checking how sweaty his body was, he didn't like your sudden frown however.

“Your knuckles are bleeding.” 

Were they? Surely he wasn't punching the bag that long that hard. But when he pulled up his hands to look at the damage he couldn't help but cackle.

“I guess they are.”

“Why don't you go take care of them and then we can talk, hmm?” You gave him a tight, close-lipped smile.

Fuck no.

There was no way he was letting you leave after you were the reason he'd been punching this bag, not when he'd spent the last however long wondering, overthinking, what you and Jungkook would possibly be doing. There was simply no way. It was almost a reflex the way his hand wrapped around your wrist, you barely had time to look at him before he pulled you away to a secluded corner of the villa, cornering you against the wall with both of his arms caging you in, droplets of sweat all over his body. 

It was crazy, the way your body seemed to respond so quickly to him, he heard the small whimper, and saw how you put your legs together, and fuck sake the way you were looking at him was like you were begging him to…

He wanted to do this right though. He moved away slightly, giving you some space to breathe, “what'd you wanna talk about Yn?”

“My date with Jungkook went well,” okay maybe not what he was expecting.

“Good for you?”

“I think we'll be great friends, him and I,” Namjoon suddenly felt himself taking a deep breath of relief. “Really?” The space he'd given you was gone again.

He hoped you could see just how affected he also was by you, how his own dick was stirring, having your body so close, having you so close. You must’ve sat there staring at each other for a few minutes, Namjoon’s gaze going back and forth between your lips and your eyes, there was so much he wanted to say, so much he wanted to do to you, with you. He leaned in slowly, your height difference making him bend down slightly, your eyes fluttered shut and he stopped just close enough that your noses were brushing together, you were so beautiful. Before you could ask him what was taking him so long he connected your lips in a delicious, passionate kiss, your tongues explored each other’s mouths and your hands held onto his shoulders.

Namjoon was the first to pull away, only to move his kisses down to your jaw and eventually your neck, causing you to let out little moans, they were the prettiest sound to Namjoon. He found himself reaching for the shorts you had worn under your gray dress, “may I take these off?” he asked, his eyes hooded and filled with want, all you could do was let out a pathetically high-pitched ‘yes’. He hooked his thumbs at the waistband, dragging your underwear down with it, he watched them pool at your feet and then knelt down, “is this okay?” you felt his breath against your center, making you squirm slightly.

“Yes.”

He dove right in, licking the length of your slit, groaning at how aroused you were and he had barely done anything to you. He moved on to your clit, wrapping his lips around the bundle of nerves and sucking gently, causing your moans to become slightly louder, “you gotta keep quiet for me baby,” he instructed you when he briefly pulled away to catch his breath, the sight of the lower half of his face glistening with your wetness making you almost want to orgasm right then. He started eating you out again, this time adding his fingers to the mix, and you had to cover your mouth to make sure your moans wouldn’t be heard all over the villa. You felt yourself closer and closer to your climax and Namjoon could too, your walls squeezed his fingers tightly almost as if wanting to keep them prisoner, and he wanted nothing more than to replace them with his cock, especially because it was so painfully hard. You wanted that too, you wanted nothing more than for this to go all the way, but you felt that in order for what you wanted to work, things had to be different.

“Namjoon, stop” he immediately moved away from you, gently removing his fingers. You took a moment to catch your breath, as he slowly pulled up your shorts and underwear and fixed your dress for you, “did I hurt you?” he asked, holding your hips, looking genuinely concerned at your sudden request. He had an almost boyish charm when this side of him was shown to you, so sweet, so gentleman-like, why would he not be like this always?

“No, I just,” you sighed, putting your hands on his chest, “I like you Namjoon, I would like for us to try and get to know each other, for us to get the chance to see if this could go anywhere, but I’m not sure if that’s what you want, and I need to know, because I don’t want to be pining for someone that just wants me for sex.”

Your confession surprised him, he hadn’t thought that all your conversations and your sexual tension would lead to anything more than maybe a friends with benefits kind of situation. However, considering how he's been reacting to the possibility of you and Jungkook together, maybe he did want to explore more.

“I'd love to get to know you more Ynie,” he flashed his dimpled smile at you, and you felt your heart fluttering. Jumping into his arms for a hug in which Namjoon made sure to hold you extra tight. Maybe this was the beginning of his healing.

(Day 27)

The rest of the stay at the villa was great for you two, Namjoon was so very thoughtful, he made you fresh coffee every morning, and you guys had a reading date every afternoon, where you shared the big love seat by the pool, laying back on his chest as he held whatever book you were reading in front of both of you.

People weren't too happy once Lana deducted the money for your offense after your date with Jungkook, and they were even more distraught when they found out what shenanigans you'd been up to on your second night there, you had lost them so much money the price money was down to forty-five thousand dollars. Jihee almost jumped you, thankfully Jungkook was there to hold her back. Speaking of, you ended up having another girl show up, a sweet blonde named Maddie who immediately caught Jungkook’s attention. It was great seeing your friend happy. You guys would have chats by the pool when you got a chance and update each other on the happenings of your relationships. 

Lana had also been a bit more liberal by giving you all bracelets, when they lit up you’d be allowed to kiss the other person, this would only happen if your emotional connection had been proven to strong and genuine.

Although you and Namjoon were still very much in the eyes of everyone, “getting to know each other,” that would all change three days before you left the villa. You honestly had no clue when he had the time, but when Lana announced you were going on a date with Namjoon, everyone seemed to be beaming at the idea. He told you to dress nice. So you opted for a two-piece white set, with a loose halter top, white loose shorts, and wedges. Turns out you were going on a boat ride.

“Oh my god Joon,” you beamed as he helped you sit down at the front of the boat, where an assortment of sushi was waiting for you. You sailed along, enjoying the sun on your skin, and the beautiful man that kept feeding you sushi, especially since even if he tried to show you how to use chopsticks you still couldn’t keep the sushi in your grasp for long. You talked some more about life, and you ended up opening up to one another.

“My last relationship was like, three years ago,” he started, “she basically only wanted me for my money, but I didn’t really notice, I just wanted to love and be loved, and I thought that I was being good, I spoiled her, gave her everything and she still cheated on me, so I swore off relationships and became a man-whore,” he chuckled bitterly. “My last relationship was four years ago, it was very toxic, he basically made me feel bad for not always wanting to be on his dick, or because I spent time with my friends and not him, he went around telling everyone our business but always left out how awful he was to me.” You had been staring at the horizon, the sun slowly setting bringing golden hour to you.

“Eventually when we broke up, he tried getting back together with me, and when I said no, he started shit-talking my friends and myself, and all I could do was watch as they got tired of dealing with me and my drama, so now I only had my sister to rely on,” you felt Namjoon’s hand on your cheek, he watched with sorrowful expression, “you were crying.”

“I swore off relationships after that too, I have never felt more alone than during that time, and I didn’t want to feel like that again.”

“I know at first I didn’t do the best job at not making you feel that way, but I hope I can help you feel less lonely,” Namjoon said, still caressing your cheeks, you felt your wrist vibrate, seeing the big green checkmark on your watch, Namjoon had the same. You were ready to lean in to kiss him, but he stopped you.

“Before we kiss,” he started, “getting to know you has been amazing, I find myself learning some much about myself and slowly coming back to who I was before all the bullshit. I want us to be real, I want to go back to the real world and make it work with you, would you be my girlfriend Ynie?” Your cheeks hurt from how wide you were smiling, you never really thought of yourself getting back into a relationship, you had sworn you were too damaged for something like that, but maybe this was the start to your healing. “I want to make it work in the real world too, I’d love to be your girlfriend,” his dimpled smile gave you butterflies, and as his other hand reached your cheek to fully cup your face, he closed the space between you with a kiss that had been different from the ones before, the others were hungry, desperate, and horny, this one was slow, passionate, and breath-taking. You felt your wrist vibrate again, making you pull away much to your dismay.

“I’m excited for the outside world together,” his gaze was sweet and soft, something you had never seen. He laid back, opening his arms up so you could cuddle.

“Me too,” you smiled, quickly moving your picnic stuff out of the way and scooting over, you laid your head on his chest, you heard his heart beating so fast and so loud, “your heart is about to beat out of your chest,” you giggled.

“I was so fucking nervous,” you looked up at him, “but I am happy I think, hopefully we’ll make it through.”

Fingers crossed.

Namjoon one-shot will hopefully be up later today, it's looking like it might 5k+ words! I hope y'all will like it! This week/weekend there will be an unsinkable update and Jin's one-shot will be uploaded!!

One That I Want ||m.yg|| - Chapter 10: Party Pooper

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Description: It is summer of 1956, and leader of the T-Birds Yoongi is working at a food joint at the beach to make extra money over the summer, when he meets a pretty girl. They start a summer fling that unfortunately had to come to end, but an unexpected turn of events will bring them back together.

Genre: 1950s au, angst, fluff, some smut, Greaser!Yoongi x Square/Goody-Two-Shoes!OC.

TW: underage drinking and smoking, sexual content, violence, misogyny (it’s the 1950s so peak macho man era).

Word Count: 1.3k+

It'd been about a month since Lottie’s first date with Taehyung, and she was absolutely pleased that it wasn't the only date. Taehyung had proven to be an absolute dreamboat!

It took a while, of course, for her to trust him, considering what she had been through with Yoongi, but Taehyung had never made her feel silly for it and had been incredibly understanding and sweet. Nayeon absolutely loved seeing her eyes light up whenever she would talk about her dates with the lovable jock, he would come study with them during lunch and actually cared enough to talk to all the girls, taking interest in her friends.

“You know the T-Birds have been saying for years that your brain is the size of a pea,” Kim stated, after they had all been conversing about what they wanted to do after school was done, and he had gone on to talk about wanting to be musician, and bake biscuits¹ just like Elvis.

“Yoongi hyung and I were close once, my best friend used to be Jimin,” Lottie listened closely she'd known who Jimin was, he was one of Yoongi's friends who'd made fun of her that fateful night.

“But when Yoongi created the T-Birds he and I started disagreeing a lot, I still wanted to be a part of clubs, and he didn’t so we went our separate ways,” he stared at the bleachers, where Lottie saw that same group they were speaking of.

“What about you and Jimin?” Jiyoon asked.

“When it came down to a choice he chose the group,” Taehyung shrugged.

Taehyung remembered when he and Jimin had made it to high school, how excited they had been to make the most of it. They had been inseparable since birth practically, Taehyung wanted so badly for them to become a duo with him, he could be the crooner, and Jimin had always loved cutting the rug. Unfortunately, they met Yoongi. It was so cool at first, he was a few months older than them and had come from a different middle school. He had offered to take them under his wing along with his friends.

But then they started to get in trouble.

Yoongi would take them places and have them watch fights, race, sometimes even engage in some petty theft, they started getting a reputation, and the very girls Lottie had befriended had just made a gang of their own, and the idea putting name to their fun sounded great to Yoongi. Jimin wanted nothing more than to impress Yoongi hyung, even if it cost him his friendship.

“Come on Taehyungie! Don't you wanna be cool?”

“I do, but not like this Jimin,” his whispers were stern, he looked at the boy sitting outside of his window holding out a black leather jacket, the logo was brand new, crisp.

Jimin was trying to convince him to sneak out, something about going to some party to establish themselves as a gang, Yoongi plans to rumble with a gang that had been giving them issues, and Taehyung wanted nothing to do with it.

“Come on, is it because you're still holding onto that silly crooner dream? Focus on something more attainable,” Jimin rolled his eyes, slowly pulling back the jacket. “I thought you wanted to do that too?” he asked his friend who looked more annoyed by the minute.

“Whatever, you’re such a cube, give me a bell when you realize I’m right.” Taehyung watched as Jimin walked away, they had disagreed before, but he guessed this is what came with growing up. He was still civil to them, he would wave politely at the group, he was usually met with eyerolls or snide comments, but he didn't care.

Nayeon was just moving through the motions. This whole beauty school thing wasn't going like she had planned. At first it was going well, she did good in her styling classes and her makeup classes, but then it got the more nitty gritty of it all and her classmates would BEG to do the project alone if other people were already paired together, Nayeon had never felt so alone, and she had started to wish she had stuck it out at her old school.

The one thing she had to look forward to was Jin waiting to walk her home.

To many, her and Jin came out of nowhere, especially once some members of the group found out about Jin’s brief infatuation with Lottie. There wasn’t a complicated explanation to it other than, it was brief, and seeing how heartbroken Yoongi was after the whole pep rally fiasco, he decided he would befriend one of the Pink Ladies so he could at least make sure Yoongi’s worries would be soothed.

One of those “I’ll check on the person you like through someone else.” What became of it was a slow building of tension and feelings. It started with Jin meeting Nayeon at her locker, before she dropped out, and walking her to class while asking about Lottie. Nayeon thought at first he was trying to get dirt on the situation, maybe even try and get in with the foreigner through her, Nayeon was no stranger to fellas talking to her to get to Miyeon or Kim. It’s not like she never had male suitors, she had made out with a few, but still, she needed to protect herself and Lottie.

“I just want to make sure she’s okay Nayeonie, it’s for Yoongi!” he pleaded as they walked down to her chemistry class.

“Oh, put an egg in your shoe and beat it Seokjin-ssi, the last thing Lottie needs is another germ from your group,” she paid him no mind, only staring straight ahead. “I want no part of whatever bogus situation Yoongi and Lottie got going on,” he clarified, “I’m going nowhere near that mess.” 

Nayeon stopped then, turning to Jin who was staring at her intently, “she’s fine, Taehyung is taking her on a date and she’s happy, now can I go? If I’m late again my folks will flip.” He nodded, and so it began. He would walk her to class everyday, eventually his daily Lottie questions became daily Nayeon questions, and she would catch herself laughing with Jin and enjoying his company. 

She was all mush when he came up to her the day of Lottie and Taehyung’s first date, and when he asked her to dance and started humming in her ear she felt like she could melt. The next week she started beauty school, and he would come and get her after almost everyday, he held her bags and would give her his jacket.

“How was it today?” He asked her after they spent the first half of the walk in silence. Nayeon smiled tightly.

“It was good, just need to practice more with mannequins,” Seokjin smiled sweetly, and wrapped his right arm around her shoulders.

“I’m sure all the chicks will want to come to you once you are done!”

Nayeon didn’t have the heart to tell him that she was failing her classes, or that she was almost kicked out of school that day, because she had messed up the color on one of the mannequins’ hair. The only reason she wasn’t was because her teacher had advocated for her, otherwise, she would’ve been waiting for Jin to pick her up for a while.

“I was thinking we could go to the passion pit later today? They just came out with this new movie that I think you’ll love! It’s about this group of guys who…” Nayeon started zoning out as they got closer to her house. She felt like an absolute failure, what could she possibly do? If she went back they would think of her as a loser, and if she didn’t what would she do? Pretend she was still going to beauty school? She was never a phony person, and she wasn’t going to start now. She’d give it another shot!

“Nayeonie?” Jin pulled her out of her thoughts.

“Passion pit sounds great!” Her signature bunny smile made Jin get the zorros each time. “I’ll pick you up at 8!” He kissed her cheek and waited for her to get in her house before he left, pumping his fists in the air with excitement.

Unsinkable chapter 5 is out! One That I Want chapter 10 took me a bit longer but it will be out at midnight tonight!

Namjoon's oneshot might be a next week kind of thing, sorry about that and thank you for all the love you've shown to my work!

-Maria💜

Unsinkable ||j.jk|| - Chapter 5

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Description: The 1910s are the peak of passenger ships, it was also the peak of classism, Jungkook is a third class immigrant from Korea, and you are a first class “prisoner” not wanting to go back to a life of strict standards. Once you meet Jungkook, life seems worth living, but when tragedy strikes, will you guys make it out to live the life you planned?

Genre: Titanic AU, poor/artist!JK x rich!f reader, angst, fluff, very slight smut, forbidden love.

Warnings: We are at the beginning of the end! Smut, descriptions of panic, violence toward Jungkook and a slight act of violence toward Namjoon.

Word Count: 1.4k+

“Did you see his face when we got in the elevator?” Jungkook wiped the tears from his face as you started to slow down, walking around the huge room.

“How about the guy down in the boilers?” You held onto his arm as you giggled at the recent events.

You walked in a comfortable silence until he spotted a very pretty car, he imagined it was the kind of car you were used to riding, and a small wave of insecurity hit him as he remembered Taehyung's words.

Girls like that don't look at guys like us.

But you did look at him, you had told him about all the things you wanted to do when you left the ship together, so he had to believe Taehyung was wrong about you.

He quickly got out of his head as you reached the car and he opened its back door for you, “m'lady,” you giggled at how cheesy that sounded, but still took his hand as he helped you into the car. A gentleman, you thought.

He got behind the wheel, “where to, miss?” The question had your mind imagining your life with him, the man who had so quickly stolen your heart, and all the firsts you wanted to experience with him, and what better way than on this trip.

You got your mouth real close to his ear and whispered “to the stars,” he turned toward you, quickly looking between your eyes and your lips before he closed the small space between you, capturing your lips in what felt like the best kiss you would ever have.

You pulled him to the backseat, where your kisses were getting heated and needy. Jungkook’s hands were rubbing your sides, making you groan against his lips. He pulled away from you when he felt your hand touching his semi-hard cock “are you sure about this dear?” His hand cupped your cheek.

“I have never been so sure about something,” you responded, immediately moving so you could straddle him.

Your exchange came to the point of no return after you had undressed each other, the sight of your body making Jungkook impossibly hard, he felt that whoever was in charge up above had blessed him with you. You on the other hand… overwhelmed would be an understatement. You had never done something like this before, and you hadn't seen a man's penis in person, but you were more than certain that Jungkook was above average.

He softly laid you down, lowering his fingers down to your folds. He closed his eyes and groaned when he felt the slick that practically oozed out of you, “I make you feel this good? All from just groping and kissing?” He asked, you whimpered in response as you felt him circle the small bundle of nerves you had read about in one of Namjoon's books.

Jungkook then started to add fingers to the slow, torturous, pleasure he was giving you, making you moan so loud you were grateful you were alone. He continued his ministrations, and you felt yourself tense and tighten until you had come undone, your orgasm hitting you in all the right places and making your toes curl.

Jungkook lathered his dick using your cum, positioning yourself at your entrance. “This might hurt at first, please, tell me if it's too much,” he requested, and all you could do was give a half-assed “yes” as he slowly penetrated your tight walls. And god knows Jungkook had to hold himself back because you were squeezing him so tight.

When he finally was all the way in, he stopped, waiting patiently for you to adjust and make sure you were okay. He kissed your jaw and all over your face in an attempt to relax you.

“You can move,” you shuddered, feeling Jungkook’s lips on yours one more time before he started slowly grinding into you, the remainder of your pain turning into pleasure as his pace picked up, your moans getting louder and louder. “Fuck darling, you're gripping me so tight,” he growled, “so tight, just for me right?” All you could give him was a half-moan, half-mumbled sound that had enough of a confirmation tone for Jungkoon to be satisfied. 

You felt that same tension from earlier, your moans getting pitchy and Jungkook's thrusts getting sloppy, until something snapped, he had taken you over the edge again, and that had taken him over the edge, painting your walls with hot strings of cum.

You didn't realize how foggy the windows had gotten until Jungkook laid on your chest, forcing you to look up at the windows.

“You were amazing darling, are you okay?” He asked, placing a soft kiss on your sternum.

“I am, thank you Kookie,” you laid there in silence after that.

If only things were as good at the crow's nest. The night was so dark, there were more stars than what seemed possible to the lookouts, and the sea was so flat it almost seemed mirror-like.

“I wish the ass that got let go hadn't taken the keys with him, binoculars would be great right about now,” the oldest one said.

They were freezing, every breath they took being visible. The thud and clank of a door made them look beneath them, they saw you and Jungkook sharing what they thought was a heated kiss.

“I bet you they are warmer than us,” the younger of the two started chuckling.

“I mean, I could warm you right up if you wanted me to.”

“I could throw you off this nest if you wanted me to,” the younger quipped.

They both returned their gazes ahead, enough to see a small glimmer breaking through the otherwise dark night. They squinted as best they could when the youngest saw it, “ICEBERG AHEAD” he yelled so loud his lungs burned, ringing the warning bell with fervor.

The whole crew went into a frenzy that somehow went over the passengers heads, the first officer immediately instructed for the ship to turn as quickly as possible, and they were so close.

Passengers had no clue that the shudder they felt wasn't meant to happen, even the passengers further down that felt it more violently didn't really register it. At least not until the water started slowly flooding their cabins. Taehyung, Chris, and Jimin woke up to water up to their ankles, immediately grabbing what they could so they could start heading up to the main deck.

You and Jungkook had seen the whole thing, the slight shadow of the iceberg and its outline, you looked at each other with concern. You ran back to your cabin together so you could warn your mother of the situation. 

But you weren't expecting Namjoon to do what he did.

You were being held back by your mother as Yoongi and Namjoon took turns kicking and beating the man you loved. 

“You wanted to steal from me didn't you Jeon?!” Your fiancé exclaimed, landing a particular hard kick on Jungkook's stomach.

“I didn't steal nothin’!” He yelled back. Yoongi pulled him up, taking him to the door where the Master-at-Arms helped drag him away.

Through this ordeal you kept yelling and screaming, when you were out of your mother's hold you noticed that Yoongi was gone. 

“Why did you do that?!”

“He tried stealing what's mine, the Master-at-Arms is meeting Yoongi in a room further down the ship where he'll be held until we dock,” he fixed his cuffs as he spoke to you.

“He was with me the whole time Namjoon, he didn't steal anything,” you were so angry you had to hold back tears. Namjoon's jaw locked, grabbing Jungkook’s jacket, had he left it there? Or did they take it off him?

Namjoon dipped his hand into one of the pockets, pulling out the pretty necklace that you had on when your lover painted you. You felt dizzy all of the sudden, Jungkook couldn't, he wouldn't steal the very thing he had told you to leave behind.

“He wouldn't do that,” you fought back.

“And who's the Master-at-Arms going to believe, a filthy rat from 3rd class or me?” 

The slap to his cheek was loud, and it had him holding on to his jaw.

“Y/n!” Your mom reprimanded you.

There was a knock on your door, and a steward urged you all to go to the main deck of the ship, handing you all life-jackets. Namjoon practically dragged you up there, “you are going to be quiet, and you will do as I say,” he told you through gritted teeth. You held out hope that you’d see Jungkook again when this was all done.

How's yall's morning going? I thought I lost my work badge and turns out it was in the most obvious place🫠🤦🏽‍♀️

Alright y'all, just thought I'd give you a bit of what I'm hoping the next few updates will be like as far as schedules go:

This week/weekend: One That I Want Chapter 10! I already started working on it and we'll be going into why the T-Birds have such disdain for Tae, as well as plots with the other couples!

Next Friday: Unsinkable Chapter 5! We're nearing the end, and unfortunately we are getting into the angst and loss that come with this story.

Next weekend: Namjoon's oneshot! If you were wondering why there's so much fluff and not enough smut well wonder no more! His oneshot is going to be somewhat smut with plot, so be ready for that!

I think that's it for now, I hope you look forward to these updates because I'm really excited about them! And I'm preparing Jin's oneshot for the day he comes back which is super soon!!!

See y'all later this week!💜

hey no pressure,

when are going to update unsinkable?

Hey hey!

I'll probably update it next Friday, I'm planning on updating One That I Want, my Yoongi au, first since I haven't updated it in almost a month, no need to worry though! The next chapter is written and ready so it will be going up on time!💜

Unsinkable ||j.jk|| - Chapter 4

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Description: The 1910s are the peak of passenger ships, it was also the peak of classism, Jungkook is a third class immigrant from Korea, and you are a first class “prisoner” not wanting to go back to a life of strict standards. Once you meet Jungkook, life seems worth living, but when tragedy strikes, will you guys make it out to live the life you planned?

Genre: One-shot, Titanic AU, poor/artist!JK x rich!f reader, angst, fluff, very slight smut, forbidden love.

Warnings: Jungkook draws you n*ked.

Word Count: 1.4k

How you managed to get Jungkook to meet you at your cabin was a bit complicated. It was like a game of telephone, your sweet chambermaid had agreed to pass a note over to the ship staff, a steward then took the note to Jungkook, although it didn't help that he had won tickets from someone else, the poor steward had to ask around, until he finally found his cabin.

It was a bit late, so when Jungkook opened the door, he was down to his unmentionables, with only a thin long sleeve covering his torso. The steward looked away, holding out the note for him, “you must be special for a first class chambermaid to send you a note,” Jungkook took it as soon as he heard first-class, “thank you,” he said, shutting the door on the steward’s face.

Chris and Taehyung teased him, knowing exactly who this note was from.

“Our sweet, lovesick Jungkookie, are you going to go see your first-class love?” Taehyung cooed, as his friend got dressed.

“Shut it,” Jungkook rolled his eyes, “I’m not sure what time I’ll be back today, but I’ll see you all later,” he bid his friends goodbye, he slipped on his jacket, one he had stolen back when he tried to get into mass to talk to you, and grabbed his messenger bag, which had his sketchbook and art supplies. His head was overrun with thoughts so by the time he made it to your door he had no clue how he'd gotten there.

He only waited a couple seconds after knocking on your door, when it opened he was met with the sight of you in what looked like a thin satin robe, your hair was down, a difference from your usual updo, it highlighted your face features well, you immediately pulled him in, he stumbled slightly behind you as you took a quick glance around the hallway, ensuring there was no one there, once you thought the coast was clear you locked the door, slowly turning around to see him.

He looked like he had just awoken, his hair looked messy, he was wearing an undershirt and a pair of well-worn brown slacks, accompanied by also well-worn moccasins. His head was slightly tilted as he eyed you curiously, and you couldn't stop yourself from walking up to him and pulling him down by his shirt so you could connect your lips to his.

Jungkook was shocked at first, but then he let himself go, taking hold of your hips as he kissed you back, trying to convey how much he had missed you, how much he wanted you, the desperation between both of you was so apparent. You pulled away first, Jungkook tried to find your lips again but was met with your cheek instead, hearing the wonderful sound of your giggles.

“I'm sorry it took me so long to get my head out of my ass Kookie,” you apologized, looking down with a bit of your bottom lip between your teeth. You felt his hand on your cheek, leaning into its warmth as he gently moved your head so you would look at him. “It’s okay dear,” his voice was soft, almost like a whisper. His voice felt like honey against your ears, the term of endearment making your stomach flip in the most wonderful of ways, “so, what made you call me to your cabin specifically?” he asked you, pulling his hand away from your face. You only pouted for a second before you took his hand in yours and led him to the sofa in the middle of the room, sitting him down and walking away.

“Where are you going?” you heard him chuckle.

“Did you bring your sketchbook?”

Jungkook took off his bag and opened it, pulling out the leather bound book and his pencils. “Yes, I did, I’m not sure why you asked me to-” he stopped, looking at the beautiful heart-shaped stone in your hand.

“Namjoon gave it to me,” the mention of your fiancé had him burrowing his eyebrows, and although he knew he had no right being jealous — especially since the older was the one to put a ring on your finger — he couldn't help that feeling.

“It's beautiful Ynie,” he stated. You were too busy caressing the gem to notice he wasn't even looking at it when he said those words.

“I was thinking of wearing it when we get down from the ship, we could sell it and use the money to start anew,” you looked at him so hopeful, so excited, as you carefully placed the necklace around your neck.

Hearing those words coming from your mouth felt like heaven to Jungkook, you had decided to stay with him, he could hardly believe it! However, he would not have any of your current fiancé's money attached to him, the last thing he needed was for him to look for you after you got off the ship.

“We'll be okay without it,” he explained, “if we're going to start anew I don't think that'd be a good idea,” he wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

You sighed, knowing how right he was about that, and a little because your robe was thin, and his hands felt so good as they squeezed your hips.

“Although, I think you look so beautiful with it,” he started, making you turn in his hold and wrapping your arms around his neck, “I'd love to capture your beauty on paper,” his eyes were soft, and seemed like they held every spark in the sky.

“Sure, did you want me to put on a nicer dress? That was my original plan when I sent that note…” you started rambling as you pulled away from your handsome young suitor, who giggled in the most shy, butterfly inducing way.

“I feel like it would take away from your and the gem's beauty if you did,” he rubbed the nape of his neck “I was thinking… What if you did it with just the gem on?” His voice was almost a whisper, and if you hadn't been still so close you would've probably missed his request.

It was so bold, something you would usually gasp at offended and immediately demand he'd leave. But this was not the usual, this was Jungkook. The sweet man who had saved you on the first night, who had shown you the meaning of life once more, the same guy that made your insides stir and undergarments soak. The thought of him seeing you so bare… you were so aroused by it.

All you could do was nod, and all Jungkook could do was stare as you slowly untied the knot that was holding your robe in place. He could feel his dick start to stir in his pants as you slowly slipped it off until it pooled at your feet, and even his most vivid dreams couldn't have imagined a more beautiful body than yours, from your breasts to your legs, everything about you was perfect, and he wanted nothing more than to take you right there and make it known who you'd arriving to New York with.

But he had to remain calm, he wanted this drawing to be perfect, his ultimate masterpiece.

If he only knew.

You were laying on your cabin's loveseat, posed on your side with one hand delicately resting just above your belly button whilst the other gently graced your temple. 

Jungkook had struggled at first, with your constant teasing about his pink cheeks and how you would slightly readjust every few seconds, but after a few minutes you both really focused on your task, the sound of pencil on paper filling the otherwise quiet room. Jungkook really meant it when he told you he wanted it to be perfect, and once he was all done you were in awe of how beautiful he'd made you look.

“I know exactly where it's going!” You excitedly announced as Jungkook handed you his sketchbook.

You wrote a quick note and placed the precious jewel along with the book in Namjoon's safe. Just in time too, because the door unlocked and Yoongi caught you both in the middle of a kiss.

“Yn!” He exclaimed, making pull away. You barely had time to explain as Jungkook grabbed your hand and started running out of the room with Yoongi closely behind. To say you ran through the ship was understatement, from a deck, to the boilers, and finally to g deck, where they finally lost the cat-eyed man, laughter filling the large cargo hold.

A/N:

Hello! I'm so sorry for not posting this on Friday, we're getting close to the end!