VICTON MASTERLIST

VICTON MASTERLIST

KEY:  A=ANGST  F=FLUFF  S=SMUT  R=REQUEST  ♥=FAVORITES

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Han Seungwoo

Nothing Yet!

Kang Seungsik

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Heo Chan

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Lim Sejun

One Shots:

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Series:

Arrangements A,F,S 

Ch1. It’s just a little Crush

Do Hanse

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Choi Byungchan

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Jun Subin

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BTS MASTERLIST

Key: A=ANGST  F=FLUFF  S=SMUT  R=REQUEST  

♥ = Favorites

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Kim Namjoon

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Kim Seokjin

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Min Yoongi

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Jung Hoseok

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Park Jimin

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Kim Taehyung

Games of Tomorrow A,F,S Oneshot.

Summary: A simple game of beer pong stirred up some not so innocent feelings between you and the man you held much disdain for. After all, he was your enemy. The person you couldn’t seem beat when it came to grades. You were never enough for the rich and popular but maybe just maybe you’d show them what you were all about.

Jeon Jungkook

Seance Season Series A,F,S in future chapters

Summary: 

You repeatedly told yourself you did not have Magick. But one evening has you fearing for what you’re starting to become. In the middle of all of that, you have this pull to Jungkook that you both can’t quite explain. This new season of your life is Seance Season. Will you come out the same person?

Chapter 1:  New Beginnings, New Fears     17,500+ words A,F

Chapter 2:  Worries and Answers                 13,500+ words A,F,S

Games of Tomorrow

Header created by my muse and bb R. Title: Games of Tomorrow. Pairing: Taehyung x Reader. Mentions of: Hoseok, Jin, Subin (Victon) and OC’s Summary: A simple game of beer pong stirred up some not so innocent feelings between you and the man you held much disdain for. After all, he was your enemy. The person you couldn’t seem beat when it came to grades. You were never enough for the rich and popular but maybe just maybe you’d show them what you were all about.  Words: 13k Rating: M  Genre: Enemies to Lovers!au, College au!, Smut, Fluff, Angst.

This was all inspired by this photo which I just edited (color, background and the text)so all original photo credits go to the owner.

A/N: What started as a simple short drabble ended in this much longer than intended fic. This is my first pic so pls be gentle. I am but a noob to tumblr writing. I hope you enjoy this craziness <3 this fic is dedicated to my friend who picked Tae to be the first character I wrote about and sat there and listened to me freaking out cause the fic kept getting longer. Ily R. This is Un-Edited so i apologize in advance for the mistakes. I’ll re-read it and fix mistakes as i come across them. Tags/Warnings: Smutty smut smut, Jealousy, Drinking, Mention of Marijuana, Oral (female receiving) Fingering (female receiving), Unprotected sex (wrap it up kids) Fluff, Angst, Size kink, Tae mentioning his DIG BICK, semi rough sex (not really though).

Fic inspired Playlist Link:

spotify:playlist:77Hd51hVnDHe8Q9JaLxGbD

Taglist: @a-mess-of-fandoms @dnyad

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“Absolutely not” you said calmly into the cellphone receiver. “But y/n! You need to let loose once in awhile, and no I’m not talking about sitting on your couch eating bowls of Ramen and cheese popcorn while watching re-runs of Boy Meets World with a big glass of too much Whiskey” Layla practically whined. She had been trying to convince you to go with her to Seokjin’s party on Saturday for an entire hour. She was right, you knew this coming weekend you’d be plopped onto that same blue couch in your big band t-shirt and fuzzy socks doing exactly that. “I’ll think about it” you finally mumbled out and could practically hear the smile in your best friends voice as she exclaimed a ‘woot woot’ “Okay Hot Stuff, i’ll text you later, gotta get to Volleyball Practice” with that she hung up and you continued your walk to what you’d call a ‘Headache’ of a class.  It’s not that you hated Econ per say, it’s that you studied your ass off, completed extra credit assignments with a flourish and took wonderfully color coded notes (if you say so yourself). But yet, HE still scored higher than you (even if it was just by one point) and what’s worse is that he NEVER seemed to study, never seemed to care.  Trudging into class you took your usual seat in the second row close to the middle. Organizing your laptop, books and assortment of pencils and pens on the table. As Professor Carmine began his lesson writing “Principles of Economics” onto the whiteboard with his usual navy blue marker, you diligently took notes and nodded along with his rhetorical questions.  “Before we end for today lets see who can answer this simple yet intriguing question, “Would you consider Inflation or Deflation of cost cycles to be more costly to a business?” You pondered on how to word your answer for about two seconds before raising your hand. “Yes Ms. Y/L/N” you shifted in your seat slightly. “While I know this question has no definite answer as it can be interpreted many ways, I would say with our current Economy, Inflation of prices would be more costly,” Before you could continue you heard a Deep Baritone voice that you knew too well scoff. “So you think Deflation would benefit a business? that’s essentially lowering your prices which in turn leads to loss of income” You rolled your eyes nonchalantly and turned around in your seat to look at the man in the fourth row who had not only interrupted you but disagreed and voiced his disagreement.  “I said with our current economy Inflation could hurt a business. Do you think regular people can afford to buy a $3,000 purse when they make minimum wage? It could cost a company to make said purse for $200 with cost of material and labor. If you lower those prices by a fraction, said company would still be making money and you could possibly have more demand as more people with regular paying jobs can afford you buy said purse. If you higher the price less  regular people can afford such a luxury item which could hurt the demand. Thus causing an issue with the income for a business”. You said staring at the red haired man pulling a cock of his right eyebrow from him. “Regular people don’t need a $3,000 bag, you want brands to lower the prices so poor people can buy their items? How sad. Tae is right, just higher the prices and get more money. Businesses will make their money regardless of the lower or middle class purchasing their items, as long as they have people like us,” a high pitched voice you recognized as Nami said gesturing to herself and the perfect barbies next to her “buying from them”. Before you continue the alarm from your Professors phone startled you and signaled the end of not only your Monday class but your discussion as well. You picked up your items, shoving them in your bag and trudged out of class. As you passed Taehyung with Nami, Michelle, Hoseok and Gigi at his back he smirked at you and you swore you heard Nami giggling ‘Bet she’s never even held a Chanel bag in her hands. she just wants everybody to be ratchet like people like her’. Smiling to yourself you turned around and flipped them the bird “At least I don’t have to go crying to daddy to buy me a new set of tits, I make my own money and work hard for it. Something you wouldn’t know a thing about, and THAT is what I find sad about your entailed fake ass”. your voice carrying through the hall as you turned back around and made your way back to your dorm. ——————————————— “You know what day it is? TACO Tuesday” You exclaimed while taking a shot of Jose Cuervo and stirring your meat to ensure its cooked properly. Your roommate Casey giggled and Layla downed a shot with you while blasting a Pitbull song. After plating your dinner of carne picada tacos topped with all your usual veggies and homemade Salsa you smiled while your friends posted pics to their instas, Captioning “BB y/n made us food”.  “I still can’t believe you told Nami her tits were fake” Casey giggled while shoving a fistful of popcorn into her mouth. “y/n said her tits and her ass were fake” Layla corrected and you smiled at your dorky friends. “She deserved it, nothing I said wasn’t true. You all were sprawled out on the couch pilled high with fluffy blankets watching a random episode of The Nanny and laughing at random jokes Layla said while scrolling through her Insta feed. “OOOOOOh Valeria is getting ice cream with Subin” Casey practically pouted at the post and you sighed knowing your roommates crush on Valeria which did not go unseen by Layla, causing a metaphorical lightbulb to go off in her head. “You know Casey, Valeria is going to be at Jin’s party on Saturday” Casey being held buzzed sat up catching the bait and worried her bottom lip “Is she?” Layla nodded “This could be your chance to get a fistful of all that Latina, metaphorically and not so metaphorically” she crudely added with a wiggle of her eyebrows and you literally face palmed at your best friends words. Instead of being equally gassed out, Casey however downed her coke and stood up triumphantly “It’s time I tell her!” Layla stood up with her screaming a loud ‘yaaaaas queen’ and both pairs of eyes looked towards you sitting their nursing your Sprite. “What?” you questioned and immediately regretted when both girls practically jumped on you, squishing you between their bodies. “I can’t confess without knowing you and Layla are both there” Casey pouted her soft pink colored lips causing you to shake your head. “You do not need me there while you confess to your crush.”  “But what if it goes bad? what if she rejects me, or worse; makes fun of me? What if i need to leave and I’m crying and I have snot everywhere an-“ Before she could continue you sighed and covered her mouth with your right hand. Nodding you stood up and smiled at both girls “Fuck it, Let’s get your Girl!” you knew Casey had liked her for literally an entire year and you knew you’d feel like shit if you weren’t there supporting your friend as she bared her heart. “I’m only doing this for you though, so know that I love you.” ——————————————— While the rest of the week you were dreading the party Saturday knowing Nami, Taehyung and the other were going to be there, it was Thursday night that was the straw that broke the Camels back. You had just finished returning your copy of Ulysses when you passed Nami practically hanging on the redhead talking about her Angel costume for Seokjins party. Rolling your eyes as you passed you stopped as you heard her ask “What are you rolling your eyes about? This is a private conversation” she flipped her hair over her left shoulder and you yet again rolled your eyes. “This is a public hallway, which means anything you say that can be heard by others can in fact get a response be it verbal or physical by someone other than the intended person in the conversation.” You were just about to turn around when she hmmphed “Whatever, mind your own business” turning around you were met with Layla jogging towards you. “Hot Stuff, what are we going to wear to the party? I’m thinking Doja Cat from the ‘Juicy’ MV, omg you should be -“ Before your best friend could continue, Nami stepped towards you with her arms crossed. “And how did someone like you, get an invitation?” punctuating the ‘you’ she pointed at you. “Jin and I are both on the Volleyball team” Layla stated and turned towards you “And he said I can bring whoever I wanted.” “I still don’t know why you hang around people like her” she once again pointed to you with her baby pink manicured index finger. You knew Layla had money and could very well fit in with their group. You sometimes felt like you were her downfall, the anchor to her social climb. But she always reassured you that she hated people like Nami and never understood why out of everyone, she hated you in particular for the passed two years. “Maybe because she’s my BEST friend, whoever gets invited to the party doesn’t involve you Nami. It’s JINS party, not yours.” Layla shook her head and you bit your bottom lip while curling your fists at your sides trying to calm yourself down.”Maybe she should be Donkey from Shrek, or maybe an edgy emo kid from 2010 with her ugly tattoos” Nami smirked and you heard Taehyung ‘who was scrolling on his phone let out a light laugh, his deep baritone further fueling Nami’s ego. “Have you ever even been to a party? like have you ever even left you dorm for something other than classes and your jobs” she sneered at the words jobs. “You should just reconsider coming, people like YOU don’t belong. People like YOU really should know your place” Your jaw visibly ticked “Seems like you have an obsession with anything my best friend does, is this like you having a big lesbian crush on her?” Layla said while placing a hand on your shoulder and doing her best Janice from Mean Girls impression. Before Nami could say anything back Taehyung nodded out a “Guess we will see you there then, bye Layla, bye y/n” turning to leave. Nami rolled her eyes and checked her phone “Not like it’ll matter what you wear, wait, OMG you should soo wear a ghost costume, it would suit you. Get it? cause you’ll be invisible and you don’t belong” then turned around, her yellow heels clacking against the tile as she following Taehyung down the hall cackling. “I still don’t know why she’s always hated you of all people? like it’s been two years of the same thing with her. I honestly don’t know how you haven’t hit her. I’ve seen you fight” She smiled and grabbed your hand, holding it while you all made your way down the hall, which made you smile and let out a small giggle at her comment about you fighting. She knew about your childhood and how you practically lived at you neighbors boxing gym to let off steam as a stress reliever. You had agreed to find a suitable costume as rage filled you from Navi’s moments and Taehyung’s lack of interest in the matter. (not that you would’ve expected much from him)

As you scanned the rows of costumes hung on the wall neatly you waited by the changing room while Layla and Casey tried on their costumes. “I think i’ll just go with this one” Casey smiled softly while twirling in her peter pan costume, her blond bob swishing lightly. “It’s so cute!” you hugged her and turned to see Layla emerging with a shake of her head “This isn’t giving me enough Doja Vibes”. You let out a hmm and pulled the pink/red mid length wig from your left and threw her a pair of red tights telling her to go put those on while you scoured the items on the racks.  Layla finally emerged from the dressing room after you finished giving her the scattered pieces you had found. Clutching the green watermelon rind skirt, she twirled around in the same manor Casey did earlier and shook her pinky/red bandeau covered chest at you. After tightening the green suspenders that were connected to the skirt she smirked “Now it’s your turn Babe, and Casey and i are paying” before you could interrupt her she continues “not buts! You agreed to find a costume” Shaking your head you said a chorus of “No’s” vehemently at every option she held in front of you. “Y/n you need something to accentuate how hot you are! make her eat her words” you huffed and shook your head “Naughty Nerd is not the way to go Nami” Hanging the customer back on the rack she mumbled a “she said nerd so i figured hot nerd would be well, hot”. You grabbed a simple Witch costume that consisted of a mid length purple dress and a black hat with matching stockings, something low key but still a costume. Before you could go pay for it Layla grabbed your hand and stopped you. “No, y/n that isn’t enough, plays were paying” she pointed to herself and Casey who nodded.  “Layla I don’t want to draw anymore attention to myself, I don’t need to look “hot” cause I’m not. I’m just a regular person who isn’t enough for these people. I’ll never be or do enough” You look down at your right arm and traced the intricate patterns of your black and white peonies and hibiscus that lined your inner arm. Your friends had never seemed you look so vulnerable, and something in Layla snapped.  “She called you invisible and said you weren’t enough but guess what? She knows all about you makes sure you’re always uncomfortable around them. Which means she sees you as a threat”. you bit your bottom lip at her words “She has called you ugly, ratchet ‘which who says that anymore, poor, insignificant and she made fun of you working your ass off to pay your tuition because your deadbeat parents can’t do shit for you. You’re the smartest person in class, you’ve got street smarts and fuck man, you can literally kick a grown mans ass. Remember when those guys were grabbing Casey at the club and you stood up for her and literally fought two of them and won? Little miss prissy bitch couldn’t stand a 5 secs with that y/n. I know you don’t bother with fighting her cause you’re afraid of her connections and getting kicked out of school but fuck y/n grow some balls”  Snapping your head in her direction you walking up to her standing in her face and exclaimed “Firstly Taehyung is the smartest in my Econ class. Secondly, don’t you think I’m already aware of what she says about me? don’t you think i want to punch that stupid smile off her face full of fillers? You wan’t me to grow some balls? FUCKING FINE, but I’m not wearing a “sexy nerd costume.” Smirking and trailing your fingers along a row of costumes  you looked at your friends. “I’ll show her just how hot I can be”  Layla smirked at you “That’s my girl, so what do you have in mind then” You slid your fingers along what felt like vinyl. Cocking your right eyebrow up you gripped the material. “What’s hotter than the Devil?” ——————————————— Standing in front of your mirror in your bedroom you were already regretting your choice in outfits for tonight. As you stared at yourself you reminded yourself why you were doing this. You were going to prove a point and that was all that mattered. you were going to prove you weren’t any of the negative things Nami said about you. Running your hands down the scrappy vinyl like material that was covering your chest and part of your upper body. Your hands stopped above your navel where the top stopped and you cocked your hip to the side, descending your hands further down your bare skin to the top of the matching vinyl like skin tight pants that resembled shiny black liquid covering your skin leaving little to the imagination. You plopped yourself in front of your desk to the makeshift vanity that was full of makeup products for the nights preparations. Curling the ends of your hair you laughed as Layla pranced around shimmying to Nasty by Brooke Candy. “Don’t trust that hoe he N A S T Y” you all yelled the lyrics.  Finishing your Deep Burgundy and black smokey eye, you applied a sharp winged eyeliner and smoked out the lower lash line. Applying small round black jewels under your eyes you finished the look with a deep burgundy matte lipstick, fluffy lashes and a soft pink toned blinding highlighter. “We have like 5 minutes, get your asses in gear” Layla announced as you were tying your simple black leather choker around your neck. After zipping up your over the knee 5 inch stiletto vinyl black boots, you placed your black horned headband on your head securing the little clips in your hair and primped the strands around your face to frame sexily.  The ride there was filled with bopping to music and Layla yelling that you were a bad bitch out of the windows for all of the campus to hear which caused you to yell as the Uber driver. Taking a deep breath, you exited the car and holding Layla and Caseys hands, you walked the short distance of the walkway to Seokjin’s Lavish off campus Townhome. The smell of weed and alcohol mixed with the sound of loud bass thumping greeted you as Layla pushed open the door. Walking through a sea of bodies you felt several pairs of eyes on you and you had to remind yourself it was fine. Settling yourselves in the kitchen, you started to make you all some drinks while Casey looked out for Valeria and Layla handed you cups and bottles. You decided simple Margaritas on the rocks were safe for the night and handed them to your friends. A tall and beautiful man you knew as Seokjin himself walked in and greeted you all, making sure to give Layla a hug to which you noticed her little blush creeping down her neck.  “I’m glad you all could make it! Layla are you Doja Cat? omg Casey you’re Peter Pan! y/n are you the devil? oooooh are those Margs I see?” SeokJin asked which you nodded and asked if he wanted one as well. “Yes please! I suck at making drinks, oh and please just call me Jin” Smiling you stirred the mixture into a clear cup and handed it to him earning a dazzling smile. As he took a sip, Jin pressed his right hand to his chest over his heart “You NEED to come to all of my parties and make me drinks. This is so delicious” As he mimicked the chefs kiss signal you laughed and Layla beamed a smile at him. “Y/n works as a bartender part time at Nely’s next to campus” You nodded and sipped you drink while surveying the beautiful white marble kitchen and chrome accents. “You have a beautiful Home Jin” you smiled to him which made him softly pat you on the back “Thank you! I take pride in my kitchen. It’s where I blow off steam from Volleyball practice” Layla shook her head “You need to blow off steam? you practically don’t even sweat while we run plays” to which Jin scoffed “We all need to blow off steam Layla” You and Casey watched as both people seemed really comfortable with being around each other. You noticed Layla blush and Jin smile every time their eyes met. “Oh you’re here” said a shrill voice you knew none other than Nami herself, dressed in a fluffy white see thru robe, white satin dress that barely covered her butt, knee high white vinyl go-go boots, white lace stockings and sitting atop her head a thin gold halo attached to a headband. Next to you Layla smiled and placed her hand on her hip “Yeah, we said we would be here so here we are” you heard the brattiness in her voice and giggled when you notice Jin staring at her hips. “Ew, don’t stay too long” Nami said while walking out. Jin shook his head which prompted Layla to ask why he had invited Nami. “Well our families are friends and my roommates are friends with her” You cocked an eyebrow” You have roommates?” Before Jin could answer you heard a deep baritone laugh getting closer, turning your head to the side you saw Taehyung accompanied by Hoseok walking into the safe haven of the kitchen. “Tae, Hoseok, come meet Layla and her friends Casey and y/n!” Jin smiled “These are my roommates” As the men stepped closer you tried your best to cover the shocked look on your face. “HEY we have two devils!” Hoseok yelled out and smirked.  Taehyungs hair was parted down the middle and some of his fringe was swept up into two red ‘horns’ he donned black skin tight vinyl pants, red shiny shoes that looked a lot like Gucci Mules, a sequined Blazer with only one button down right above his navel that accentuated his chest as he decided to forgo a shirt and a thing black choker similar to yours but tied in a small bow sitting in the hollow of his throat. Feeling his eyes roaming over your body and landing on you horns you busied yourself by chugging your drink and earned a holler from Hoseok. “Hey y/n can party!”  Before anything else could be said, Casey spotted Valeria who was waving at you all to join her in the living room. Throwing your cup in the trash you followed Casey out of the now suffocating kitchen and tried to hide your expression as your eyes met the Red Devil while you slid passed him.  “Hey girls!” Valeria smiled and hugged you both causing Casey to blush. Layla had stayed in the kitchen talking to Jin which made you smirk knowingly. “This is Subin” the man next to her looked up from his phone and sent a side your way, you noticed his costume as a werewolf from the looks of his tattered ripped shirt and what looked like a gnarly bite mark on his collarbone.  “Hi I’m y/n and this is Casey” Casey narrowed her eyes at the man and how close he was standing to Valeria mumbling out a ‘I know who Subin is’. As you four talked you noticed Valeria standing closer and closer to Casey while laughing at some inside joke they shared. Before you knew it Valeria had swung an arm around your friend and they shared a soft smile. You really hoped all went well for Casey, if not, you might have to kick some ass. While you were thinking of the cuteness overload that Casey and Valeria together could be you heard a shuffle from your right “you look nice when you smile” Subin smiled at you and you felt the pink tint forming on your cheeks. As Casey pulled Valeria with her outside for some “fresh air” which you knew as go time. You decided to get straight to it and ask Subin himself “Are you and Valeria a thing?” choking on his drink he coughed out a loud ‘no no no no’ and you cocked an eyebrow. “Val and I are just friends, plus she’s not really into someone like me like that?.” “Someone like you?” Nodding Subin smiled knowingly and looked towards the door both girls had just slipped through. “As in she like boobs, your friends boobs to be exact.” Your eyes widened “Wait no! not her boobs, she liked your friend in general i was just saying boobs to accentuate how Val wouldn’t like me anatomically.” You giggled at how flushed he had gotten and he smiled along with you. You hadn’t noticed a pair of eyes staring as you talking to the man dressed as a werewolf. Hoseok noticed the look in his friends eyes, it was the same one Taehyung had gotten anytime you rolled your eyes at him, ignored his presence or had gotten in a heated debate. He had been sporting that look every time he looked at you for a little over two years now. Since your first year of college when you had shared a Psych class and battled for top spot in class. He knew his friend had taken an interest in you and it never dissipated.  Taehyung sipped his beer and kept his eyes glued to your face while you smiled and laughed at something the man next to you had said. Hoseok was tired of nothing coming from this and slammed his beer down hopping onto the coffee table earning a ‘that wasn’t cheap get down!’ from Jin “It’s beer pong time!” Hopping off the table he stood in front of you in all of his Napoleon Dynamite Glory. “Y/n come play beer pong” he smiled at you and you could help but notice how beautiful Hoseoks smile was. Shaking your head “I don’t think i’ll be playing tonight Hoseok but than-“ Nami cackled at you from her band of barbies and interrupted “ Hope, don’t waste your time with her she isn’t worth it. Plus she probably can’t even play, she’s never even been to a party before.” Thats what caused you to roll your eyes and place your hand into Hoses outstretched one. “I’ll play”. You and Subin followed Hoseok to the side of the living room where a few beer pong tables were already set up. Layla and Jin had joined you as well, intrigued to see you playing. “Okay teams of two. Usual rules of no leaning over the table, must drink your drink if a ball is sunk, one re-rack per person on each team, and if a trick shot made with one hand behind your back and a foot away from the table is sunk by the opposing team they may make a request that you have to complete. Said request can’t be anything illegal or THAAAT bad. “Can I take a shot instead of drinking a beer? I don’t really do well with beer” you asked honestly which cause Hoseok to holler “Fuck yeah!”  Before you could pick a teammate Hoseok smiled and pulled Taehyung over “We have to have the two Devil’s playing” You shrugged and asked Subin if he would be your partner to which he smiled an ‘of course’ which earned a cock of an eyebrow from Taehyung which Hoseok noticed and smirked. “I’d be on Tae’s team but I think to make it fair we should have another female” Nami walked over laying her hand on Taehyung’s shoulder and smirked “I’ll play” you rolled your eyes and mumbled an ‘i’ll play’ mimicking her shrill voice which earned a chuckle from Subin. “Ooh an Angel and a Devil on the same team, how heaven and hell” Hoseok smirked and set up the cups handing each team their set of ping pong balls. Layla and Jin brought you a bottle of tequila (your eyebrows shot up when you noticed it was ‘Gran Patron’ and then you remembered these people are well off. You had made the marg’s with a different bottle of Patron which while not cheap wasn’t as expensive as this particular bottle was) and shot glasses to replace the typical drink of beer if a ball is sunk. Beer really didn’t sit well with your stomach, you assumed it was the carbonation.  “Layla you do know this is like a $500 bottle of alcohol right?” Layla smirked and Jin smiled responding “I don’t really drink Tequila unless it’s in a marg and my uncle left this bottle here from his last stay, as far as I’m concerned you can have it.” You opened the bottle letting the smell of Agave fill your senses and re capped it. “Ready?” Hoseok asked to which both teams agreed.  Taehyungs team started to which Nami missed her shot, the next shot was Subins and he sunk it, picking her to chug what looked like some sort of fruity cider. Taehyung was next and he lined up his shot before seemingly sinking it before he looked up “Subin drinks” he said smoothly and Subin drank what was left in his cup. You were up next, carefully lining up your shot you watched as the ball plopped right into the cup and looked at the duo in from of you. “Nami drinks” Nami rolled her eyes “Ughh again??” she exclaimed and you smirked “What? can’t keep up?” you asked to which she grumbled and drank what looked like another cider. Nami sunk her next shot and picked you to drink, as you poured the liquid into your shot glass you smirked right at her while downing the shot like it was water. Unknown to you, a pair of dark eyes watched as you licked your lips while placing the glass down. The game continued with each of the teams missing and sinking shots until you won the game, hugging Subin you both had only had around 3 drinks each and decimated the other team. Taehyung called for another game as in 2/3 wins to win the full game. You had surprisingly agreed but only because Nami wouldn’t shut the fuck up with her little snide comments and you loved the look on her face every time she missed or you sunk her shot.  The second game continued until there were only 4 cups left on your end and 3 on the opposing team. You and Subin hugged each other after your last shot that nailed Nami yet again and she held her stomach calling celebrity shot which basically called Hoseok into the game to replace her. You were 5 shots in and feeling light, not nearly drunk but nicely buzzing as you could hold your liquor well. Stepping in Hoseok smirked “Imma flip things up, If i sink this shot ya’ll gotta do my request” Folding his left arm around his back he took a few steps away from the table and focused on nailing the center shot, and to your surprise he actually did nail it. “Hmm little devil, I request that you take a shot” Your eyebrows shot up as that sounded easy enough. “Oh dear, not a normal shot. I’m talking about a body shot, your partner needs to lay on the table and you have to follow all body shot steps down to the lime in his mouth.” Rolling your eyes you turned to Subin to ask if it was okay with him. Your buzzing partner agreed and insisted after you asked if he was sure. Laying his body down on the table with the crown of his head facing Hoseok and Teahyung. He lifted his shirt up to his chest so that you could sprinkle salt from his navel up to his chest. Filling the shot glass, you placed it above his belly button and gave him the lime wedge to slip between his lips. Taehyung gritted his tech as you climbed onto the white table situating yourself above Subins lap. People who were watching the game from afar gathered closer to watch as you once again asked Subin if it was okay and he smiled a yes. Leaning down you tentatively dragged your tongue from his belly button up to his chest licking up the salt, then dipped back down to his belly button and wrapped your lips around the shot glass leaning up and getting the liquid pour into your mouth and down your throat. You crawled up his body and carefully took the lime from his mouth, making sure to dig into the flesh of the lime and not actually touch his mouth. After all, you just met him and didn’t want him to think you were taking advantage of anything. Throwing the wedge into a discarded cup you hopped off of the table and handed Subin a napkin to wipe the remnants of salt and tequila off of his body.  “Can we get on with the game?” Taehyung grumbled and you rolled your eyes nodding. Subin sunk his next shot and Hoseok took a shot of Tequila instead of chugging a beer. It was now 3 to 2 and Taehyung missed his next shot, too focused on the way you were fanning your hand over the back of your next from the warmth the liquor was giving you. It was your turn and you sunk your next shot causing Taehyung to chug the beer Jin handed to him. Hoseok smiled and once again moved his left arm around his back “Might as well make it interesting, another request for another trick shot” you rolled your eyes and smiled at the brunette as he wagged his eyebrows and closed his eyes. You truly did not think he would sink another trick shot, let along with his eyes closed. But as you watched the ball sink into one of your cups your eyes went wide. You heard hollers and screams hyping up the shot that Hoseok had just made and mentally readied yourself for another body shot. “If you’re thinking I’m going to have you do the same thing, you’re wrong” Your eyebrows furrowed and he smirked “It’s Subins turn to take a body shot” Taehyung let out a deep warning “Hoseok, don’t” You didn’t understand why he would have a problem with it but you turned around to look at Subin to ask if he was once again okay with such a thing. He nodded and in turn asked if you were okay. Smiling you handed him a shot glass. After you situated yourself the same way Subin had, you saw him falter on where to put the salt since your top stopped right above your navel, and you grabbed the bottle of salt from his hand and placed a trail from your collarbone up your next. You figured it was safer than your cleavage.  Subin handed you the lime wedge and you softly bit into it watching him fill the shot glass and place it above your belly button. Layla looked down at you and smiled as she saw you getting chorus of “Fuck yeah y/n” which had made Nami who was sitting down roll her eyes. Climbing into your body and leaning down, Subin let his tongue drag along your collarbone to your neck slowly before leaning down and wrapping his lips around the shot glass in the same way you had done to him and leaned up to gulp it down. Leaning down once again he was about to take the lime wedge from your mouth when a hand n his shoulder stopped him. Before you could ask what was going on you saw a strand of red and felt a pair of lips on yours pulling the lime away.  Taehyung had had enough, he was tired of seeing you with Subin and even more tired of the games Hoseok was playing. When he watched Subin lean down to your mouth he couldn’t take it anymore and his body reacted on it’s own. Doing what it had been wanting to do for years.  You watched as Taehyung spit out the lime wedge a leaned back down to capture your lips in his in an upside down kiss. A chorus of oohs and oh shits followed which caused you to push him off and jump off of the table. You shook your head at him and wrapped your arms around your body “What the fuck Taehyung?” you asked but before anybody could answer you, you asked Jin where the bathroom was to which he pointed out and you ran there hearing a “wait” being yelled but you didn’t care you needed to get out of there. You were being watched by everybody and that accompanied with the kiss from someone you thought you hated and assumed he hated you as well, well that was too much. Walking into the first floor bathroom you slammed the door and made your way to the sink. You looked at yourself in the mirror then looked down, bracing your hands on either side of the sink trying to calm yourself down.  You could hear the bass thumping, causing the walls to lightly vibrate. There was a loud knock on the door followed by a series of “y/n please please open the door.” Letting out a deep breath you ran your index finger along your lash line, wiping any excess makeup that had smudged during your beer pong game. Stepping towards the door you swung it open only to be greeted with your best friend flinging herself on your short frame despite the high heeled boots you donned. “Hi, I love you, and before you say it. I know you want to go home but please don’t let those people get to you. So what if Tae kissed you? Don’t even acknowledge that ass wipe, and omg you should’ve seen Navi’s face when he kissed you. She legit looked like she was going to blow up like some sort of doll filled with helium!” Layla placed her hands on either side of you, softly gripping your shoulders, her deep brown eyes staring into yours softly. “Hey, talk to me? If you really do want to go home, i’ll go with you. But I really think you shouldn’t let anything that just happened get you down. Let’s just go back to the living room and dance all these feelings away! You’ve got me, Jin, Subin and Casey and Val ‘not that i know where they are.” While she rambled on you took in your surroundings, noting the pristine glass shower situated in the corner followed by the chrome towel rack that supported plush light grey towels. The porcelain toilet stood across from it, tucked into a corner of the light grey walls that matched the towels. As she finished her speech you already knew what you had to do, you weren’t going to let this get you down. You were so fucking tired of letting people get to you, you had no control over your life growing up but you sure as hell had control over your current self. You had amazing friends, were incredibly intelligent, worked your ass off at both of your jobs and were happy with the way you looked. Quirking up the left corner of your mouth you leaned in and planted a big smooch on your besties left cheek. “Layla, you’re right” Surprise crossed your best friends face, followed by a knowing smirk. “That’s my best bitch! Let’s get our asses down there and show them what a bad bitch you are, not that you haven’t already. I mean, dude you totes slammed like 6 shots no problem and you look HOT AS HELL.”  Giggling you took her arm into yours and let her take you down the hallway into the crowded living area. The LED lights lit a soft purple hue that bounced off of the cream colored walls, further creating that fantasy look that enticed party goers to let all their inhibitions go. You noticed someone had moved the coffee table to a far corner closer to the beer pong tables, which had expanded the makeshift dance floor. The DJ was bopping his head to the current track he was mixing and the sea of bodies moving themselves to the beat was massive. You clutched Layla’s hand in yours as she pushed her way through the dancers and you all finally settled closer to one of the couches that had been pushed to a corner opposite of the tables where Jin, Subin and Hoseok had been waiting for you two. Jin placed a hand on your shoulder as if you check if you were alright and you smiled while nodding. “I’m so so sorry y/n, are you okay?” Subin asked and searched your face for an answer. Smiling at the man who had been your partner in crime for the passed hour, you nodded. “It’s all good, no need to be sorry. I do need another drink though. I think that little stint in the bathroom may have sobered be up more than i’m happy about.  Hoseok smiled and shouted a ‘Gotchu’ before he bounded back off to the kitchen mixing up some concoction you knew would be strong. “Theres seems to be a lot more dancing than before” you jutted your chin towards the sea of bodies and Jin laughed. “I think most people are in that drunks haze where dancing is all they can do since they can’t seem to stand straight.” You chucked softly as you knew all too well how dancing enticed drunk people. The brunette thrusted a clear cup into your hands, quirking an eyebrow at him he responded with a chuckle. “It’s just bourbon on the rocks” Testing the liquid in the cup you smiled confirming it was in fact bourbon and nothing gross. You spotted Nami hanging herself on Taehyung in the corner towards the tables, your eyes met as she looked back at you with what looked like rage. Leaning her body upwards she leaned in towards his right ear and appeared to be whispering something to which he shook his head while staring into his glass. This seemed to upset her, huffing she once again leaned back up and attached you pink gloss covered lip to his neck. For some reason this had annoyed you to no end. For years Nami had been al over the tall man, only to be semi rejected with her advances which had brought you an odd sense of joy and seeing her lips on his neck as he just stood there caused you to rip your gaze away fro the pair and bring your cup up to your still burgundy tinted lips as the lipstick had faded away and left you with a just bitten look. Leaning you head back you downed the contents of the glass and slammed it down on the nearby end table that was situated by the couch. “Let’s dance?” you handed Jin your purse pulling Layla to the dance floor with you, not needing an answer to your question. As you both pushed through to the middle of the grinding crowd you best friend leaned in to your ear letting you know she’d be right back. Before you could ask what she was doing you saw her watermelon headband bounding up to the DJ who nodded when she leaned in close to him. As the first notes of the beat started you couldn’t help the smirk that planted itself on your lips. You giggled as Layla shimmied her way towards you and the first lines of the song began. Letting your body sway to the music, Layla laid her hands on your hips. “That’s my best friend, she a real bad bitch. Got her own money.” You both sang as you moved your hips in her hands.  Placing both of your hands on her shoulders you turned her around and pulled her back close to your chest. Jin had been staring at your friend’s hips swaying along with yours and you decided you wanted to put on a show for him. Running your hands up her tight covered thighs up to her waist she leaned forward and gave her ass a little twerk causing you to chuckle. Turning her body around she gripped your hand in hers and spun you around, you made sure to wiggle your hips as you spun. “She been down since the jellies and the bow-bows” you shimmied your hips and saw Casey and Val bounding their way towards you two. As they got closer you noticed Caseys Peter Pan hat had gone missing and Vals pink lipstick was smudged, both girls walking hand in hand. Throwing Casey a knowing smirk she shrugged lightly and Layla wrapped her arms around both girls, creating a circle. “Where have you BEEN?” Layla yelled over the music at the two but shook her head after taking in their appearances “Nevermind I don’t want to know, wait, or do I?” wiggling her eyebrows she smoothed down Caseys wild blonde bob. Val seemed to enjoy the blush that had formed on Caseys cheek and she leaned close to place a kiss on either cheek, further fueling the crimson on her cheeks. As the intro to Bad Bitch by Bebe Rexha came into play you all raised your hands up into the air and swayed to the beat. Hoseok came into view, thrusting a shot into each of your friends hands and you all posed for his snapchat video while downing the shots of what tasted like whiskey. “Gross, I don’t know how you like liquor” Casey said, her cute face scrunching up into a sour expression and you giggled.  Leaning down you touched your toes and twerked your ass to the beat earning a “fuck it up” from Layla and Val. As you ground your hips back into your best friend you looked up catching Taehyungs burning gaze on your flushed face. Cocking an eyebrow up at him you turned around in Layla’s hold swaying your hips. “Ugh, prissy bitch incoming” Layla whispered into your ear and you followed her eyes to Nami who pulled Michelle and a bored looking Taehyung onto the dance floor. Your eyes followed Navi’s movements as they slid up and down the devils chest and Michelle settled her hands on his shoulders behind him. Your jaw tensed as Nami’s hands trailed up to his neck. Meeting his dark gaze you narrowed your eyes slightly and shook your head, turning around and grabbing Hoseoks hands pulling him closer to you. The LED lights turned a deep red hue as the opening to Streets - Silhouette remix started and Val exclaimed “Let me put this on insta, y/n your horns loom so good in this light!” Posing with your back towards Hoseoks with your head leaning onto his shoulder, the latter gripped your hips and leaned his face into your neck while Val took the picture.  As the tune changed and the beat dropped with it’s intoxicatingly slow beat you swayed your hips against Hoseoks, bending your knees and slowly sliding up and down his body. Trailing his fingers up your sides he grilled your hips and turned you around to face him. You heard Layla lean into Casey saying something along the lines of ‘oh shit’. ‘I found it hard to find someone like you’ you slid your body down the Brunettes, never leaving his gaze ‘send your location come thru’. Leaning back up you rolled your head around and he wrapped a hand into your hair, his other gripping your right hip tighter. your hands settled themself on his shoulders and you leaned towards his left, your eyes catching onto Taehyungs dark gaze, his eyes never leaving yours as Hoseok ground his hips into yours. Even as Nami wiggled her hips in front of his and trailed her hands under his blazer, his arms stayed at his sides, never touching the Angel nor the Bunny who still danced her body against his back. Hoseok knew his friend was watching and he couldn’t help but smirk, gripping your hair tighter he moved your face towards him and pulled you in until you were a few centimeters from his lips as he moved your hips along with his. ‘We belong and I can’t be without you’ Doja’s voice crooned through the speakers as Hoseok leaned in closer to your lips over the hazey cloud of smoke and tightly packed bodies. You internally debated wether or not you truly wanted him to close that gap and land his lips on yours, but the only thing you could think of was the gaze of a certain someone on yours.  Before you fully decided on if you wanted the man in front of you to kiss you, your body was pulled away from his. A strong grip was formed around your wrist and all you registered was Layla and Casey wide eyes before you were being pulled away from the dancing bodies and up the stairs. You barely registered the click of a door being opened followed by your back hitting the hard wood. “What the hell were you doing?” Taehyung rasped out staring deeply into your eyes with a mixture of what looked like want and fury. You placed your hands on his chest pushing him back slightly and jutted your chin upwards. “Excuse me? I was dancing with my friends and Hoseok, not that that’s any of you business” Taking a step towards him. “What the hell do YOU think you’re doing? dragging me up to this room and thinking you can manhandle me.” Receiving no answer you shook your head and were prepared to turn around and walk right back out of that door. “You drive me fucking insane. Seeing that Subin guys hands all over you and then you dancing like that with my best friend.” You felt yourself being pressed against the door once again with his large hands on either side of your head, his rings glinting against the soft light filtering in through the open curtains. Cocking your eyebrow up at him you stood your ground. “What? are you Jealous?” you snorted out. “Yeah, yeah I fucking am” At his surprising answer you looked up seeing nothing but want in his deep eyes with a glint of something else you couldn’t quite place. “You’re fucking insane. Don’t play with me” you rasped out, your voice hoarse from singing and dancing earlier. “I’m not playing” was all you heard before your head knocked back against the wooden frame of the door followed by a pair of plush lips crushing yours with a ferocity you suddenly craved. He tasted like cinnamon and liquor and you loved it. Something inside you both seemed to snap in that moment and you trailed one of your hands up, curling your fingers into his soft hair and tugging on the makeshift horns it was styled into. Your other hand settled itself onto his warm chest fingering the labels of his blazer. Taehyung growled out at you reciprocated the kiss and trailed his right hand down the door, settling on your hip and pulling you impossibly closer to his body. Feeling teeth nibbling at your lower lip you gasped out and he took the chance to slide his tongue into your mouth, your tongues immediately fighting for dominance. Tugging his hair harder you felt his hand that had been on your hip slide lower until it was gripping a handful of your ass cheek, followed by a grunt. You could still hear the music that was thumping downstairs but it was slowly being drowned out by the man in front of you. The plush pair of lips that was against yours slowly trailed down to your jaw, nipping at the flesh softly until they reached your neck. Nuzzling his face against your warm flesh as he littered the area with whisper soft kisses. Slipping your hand under his blazer you trailed your nails lightly along his skin earning a low hiss from his deep voice. Smirking, you dug you nails harder “You’re playing with fire babygirl” Taehyung gripped both of your hands into one of his large palms and pressed them against the door frame grinding his hips into yours. Feeling his length against your covered core you couldn’t help the soft whine that escaped your lips. Taehyung trailed his lips back to your neck and sucked on your pulse point causing you to arch your back. “Y/n i really don’t want to stop, but I need to know that you want this too” the man in front of you pulled back slightly while he waited for a response. Letting out a small ‘yes’ he leaned back down capturing you in another searing kiss. Flexing your wrists in an outwards circular motion you freed yourself from his grip and took a step forward placing your hands against his chest and effectively spinning him around so his back hit the door.  Despite the height different even with your heels you kept your palms flat on his chest with your strength, keeping him against the door. Arching a dark brow up at you Taehyung smirked. “Not going to lie, that was pretty hot” you felt him grumble against your mouth as it attached itself to his tan neck. Sucking a few bruises against his flesh you felt his need growing against your stomach and you couldn’t help your involuntary clench of your thighs. His smell was intoxicating, a mixture of fresh linen, cinnamon and musk. You felt his hands trail up the backs of your thighs and grind the flesh under your ass, signaling you to wrap your legs around his waist. Leaving one more bite against his neck you complied and jumped up latching your legs around his sturdy hips. Walking you both backwards, Taehyung leaned you downwards until your back was hitting the large bed tucked against the wall. Arching your back towards him you pulled him onto your body by his shoulder and moaned into his mouth as he captured your lips in his. Biting down on your lower lip hard, Taehyung ground his hips down against yours.  While his mouth felt incredible against yours you knew you wanted, no, needed more.“Need more” you whispered out causing his to chuckle against your lips and lean his body up. Smirking down at you he cocked his head to the side and trailed his index finger up your torso and chest. “Sorry love, I couldn’t hear you. What was that?” Rolling your eyes you reached up tugging his hair into your grip. “I said, I.Need.More” you said though gritted teeth at the knowing look in his eyes. “Why didn’t you say so earlier?” before you could retort you felt his mouth latch itself on your collarbone and his hands trailing down your legs, pulling the zippers to your boots down before tossing them on the floor somewhere. Trailing his hands behind your back he began trying to undo your top. “While these straps are hot, they aren’t fucking functional for shit. How the hell do I take this off?” Taehyung practically growled out causing a chuckle to leave your lips. Leaning up slightly you helped him unhook the main portion of the top and pull the strappy harness over your neck. Tossing the item he had been fumbling with to the side he couldn’t stop admiring your breasts covered only by your black lace bra.  You shivered as he trailed his hands up your chest, his cold rings causing your nipples to perk up and a gasp to leave your mouth. Leaning his face down, Taehyung started trailing soft kisses along your chest downwards to your torso and back up. His hands were once again at your back, this time working fast successfully unhooking your bra. Looking into your eyes he hooked his fingers under the straps on your shoulder and slowly pulled down releasing your breasts from their confinement. Biting down on his lip he started at your perky nipples and full breasts. He had always loved your curves and didn’t ever think he’d get to see them this way. You felt his soft lips wrap around one of your nipples and gasped as his tongue lightly flicked against the hard pebble. Your hand in his hair pulled him closer to your chest and he smirked. He pinched your other nipple between his fingers which earned a low moan. His mouth being soft on one of your nipples and his fingers being rough on your other one caused an intoxicating juxtaposition and you couldn’t help the little whines that left your throat. Fiddling with your button and zipper, Taehyung successfully started to pull your pants down, leaning up and leaving your nipple with a loud pop of his mouth. Tugging to pull your pants off of your legs he hissed when he saw your core only covered by your thin lace panties. You heard your pants hit the floor in a loud thump and bit your lip in nervousness as you realized just how exposed you were in front of this infuriatingly beautiful man. “You’re fucking beautiful” He rasped out, trailing his eyes up your body and landing on your face. Before he could hike your legs open and upwards you spoke up “You have way too many articles of clothing on” Smirking he complied with your request and popped the single button holding his blazer together, sliding it down his shoulders and throwing it in a heap on the floor. You heard his shoes being kicked off as well before he leaned back down to resume his earlier ministrations. His large hands slid down the insides of your thighs and pulled them open to reveal your soaked panty covered core. You swore you head him let out a low whine but before you could comment on it you felt a warm pair of lips latch onto your clit through the fabric. Arching your back off of the bed you gripped his shoulder in your hand. Taehyung rubbed his index and middle finger along your slit and hooked themselves around the fabric pulling it to the side and exposing yourself to the cool air and his waiting mouth. Laying his left palm flat against your lower tummy he leaned in giving you a soft tentative lick to your slit. Biting your lip between your teeth you moaned out when he latched his mouth around your clit and sucked harshly. “F..Fuck” Hearing your moan he sucked against and gripped the flesh of your thigh with his other hand keeping your legs open. Alternating between sucking and flicking his tongue against your sensitive nub he loved the way you tasted and couldn’t get enough of it. If it was up to him he would do this all day every day.  You ground your hips up into his mouth causing him to smirk against your cunt. “Needy” he growled out and trailed his fingers that had been on your thigh down to your slit, running the tip of his middle finger around your opening before sliding itself in to the knuckle. You brought your right fist to your mouth and bit down to keep yourself from moaning out. Slowly pumping his finger in and out, he watched as your finger disappeared into your wet heat taking him in so good. “Fuck you’re wet” Looking up into your eyes he saw you biting down onto your fist and stopped his ministrations “ If you want more I need to hear you babygirl” Muffling a ‘please’ you released your fist from your mouth and wove it into his hair. Pleased with your sounds he continued sliding his finger in and out of you, adding his index finger into your heat hissing at how tight you were. “Shit you’re tight, gotta make sure you’re nice and ready for my big cock babygirl” Arching your back, you felt his press against your inner walls and curl his fingers causing you to dig your fingernails into his shoulder and tug his hair harder with your other hand. Latching his mouth back onto your clit he lightly hummed which sent vibrations through your body. Whining with need you continued grinding your hips up onto his face and rolled your eyes closed. Taehyung looked up at you watching your fucked out expression and almost choked when he heard you whining his name. Working his tongue against your click he started to harshly pump his fingers into you before slowing down and inching his middle finger into your heat. You felt your cunt burning at the stretch but the look in his eyes caused another gush of arousal to seep out and coat his fingers further. “Jesus..fuck you’re so hot and you taste so fucking delicious” As he slowly pumped his fingers in and out you felt your stomach clenching, that familiar feeling on your realize building with each flick of his tongue against your clit. “Tae.. Tae i’m going to cum if you keep doing that.” Sucking harshly he curled his fingers and pressed against your g spot “Cum babygirl, let me taste you before I slid my fat cock into your needy cunt” Rolling your eyes back you felt your legs start to shake as you gripped his hair almost painfully between your fingers. Your stomach tightened and you felt yourself clench around his fingers. Your breath becoming shallow as you let out a series of ‘oh fuck yes’ and ‘omg omg’ your hand that had been on his shoulder came up to your chest as your pinched your nipple between your feelings and felt the metaphorical dam of your orgasm approaching.   Taehyung sucked harshly before grazing his teeth lightly against your clit and your eyes shot open feeling your legs convulse and your toes curl. With a final whine you felt yourself cum all over his tongue which he licked up like a starved man. Breathing deeply you felt the sweat drip down your brow for your intense orgasm and when he stood your eyes followed down his torso gleaming with sweat and down to the prominent bulge in his pants. Biting your lip you caught him staring at your cunt that had just cum around his finger and he started to pull your beyond soaked panties down and off of your legs. Looking back up into your eyes he slipped each finger between his plums lips and licked them clean.  Groaning at the action you felt yourself clench. “Think you can take more baby?” He smirked at you and you wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him against you and ground your soaking cunt against his covered length. “You’re getting me all dirty, fuck that’s hot” He growled out and slid his fingers down unbuckling his belt. Popping the button of his pants, he pulled the zipper down with your eyes following every movement. Sliding his pants down his thighs he kicked them off and hooked him thumbs into his black briefs. You couldn’t tell if you were really drooling but once his slid his fried down and his cock sprang free you knew me heard your very audible groan followed by a clench of your thighs. Sliding his hand along his shaft, he pumped his leaking length a few times and reached to the side opening a drawer and seemingly looking for a condom. Gripping his arm you shook your head “I’m on the pill, are you clean?” His eyes widened at the possibility of what you were saying and he nodded “I haven’t had sex in a few months and when I did I wore a condom, I also get checked every month if you want to see the results I have them on my pho-“ You cut him off by leaned up and kissing him. As you layed back down against the pillows you smiled up at him an he swore he felt his heart flutter and his cock pulsate. Hooking his right index finger under your thin leather choker he pulled you up and he ground his uncovered cock against your dripping pussy. “As much as I love these, they have to come off they’re barely hanging on your head. Not knowing what he was talking abut you felt his fingers prodding at your scalp and finally run through your hair with the devil horned headband and clips in his hand. Setting them down on the beside table he leaned back piping his cock and wrapping his fingers around his thick head of his shaft. Leaning down he took your mouth against his and you felt his thick tip push against your slit. Locking your ankles around his back you ran your hands down his shoulder and gripped his back. Your walls pulsated around him as he slid in inch by inch and you threw your head back as your walls accommodated his thick size. When he finally bottomed out in your heat he stilled letting you relax as he filled you to the brim.  Sliding his tongue against your he grunted when you involuntarily clenched around him. “You're so fucking tight, you make me crazy” he growled out and settled his mouth against your neck, nipping and sucking the skin as he slowly pulled out only to ram himself back in. Moaning loudly your grip on his shoulders tightened and you knew you were leaving crescent moons on his luscious tan skin. “Crazy? you seem pretty soft to me. Why don’t you fuck me and show me just how crazy I make you” you teased. After sucking harshly on your neck he sat back up and gripped the undersides of your thighs pulling them apart from his hips. “You’re so bad, want me to ruin you? Open you up with my fat cock?” you nodded and  trailed your tongue along your lower lip preparing yourself for what he was about to do.  Ramming himself up into you again you grated your teeth and looked up into his dark eyes. His rhythm was slow and harsh, pounds into you with each thrust of his hips. Your walls enveloped him and he swore he wasn’t giving you up after this, hell he wasn’t giving you up after that first kiss on that beer pong table. He was going to make sure you knew how he felt and hopefully you felt the same way. If not, he’d respect it but at least he’d know you knew how he felt. Watching your tits bounce with each thrust he heard you mumble out a raspy ‘faster’ and he complied, pushing your thighs farther up against your chest. At this knew angle you swore you felt him in your stomach. “Oh god” you ground out and his eyes flashed even deeper if that was possible “Fuck yeah, moan for me y/n”  Sliding himself in and out of you at a fast pace, you could hear his balls slapping against your ass. The room filled with shallow breathes and curses spewing from either of your mouths.  Taehyung slid his palms under your ass and gripped your cheeks between his large hands, squeezing harshly before pulling you up so you were sitting on his lip with his cock still stuffed inside of you. As he thrusted upwards you met his thrusts by bouncing your hips and wrapping your legs around his waist. His hands held you by your ass, pushing and pulling your body on and off of his cock. Leaning towards him you sucked a bruise onto his neck and wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. Feeling his cock his that sweet spot you shuddered and clenched around him tightly. “Stop doing that before I cum” he gritted out and you pulled back from his neck smirking. “mm maybe that’s what I want” With a sharp thrust upwards into your tight cunt he splayed his right hand agains the bottom of your spine and pulled you as close as you could get. “You’re devilish, I swear. You want me to fill up your little pussy with my cum? is that what you want? to get filled?” his deep baritone voice filled your ears and you clenched impossibly tighter around his shaft. “T..Tae fill me up..I need it!” you moaned out loudly and he pushed your body back down onto the bed, pushing your ankles towards your chest he situated himself on his knees and started ramming into you to the point where your body slid against the bed. Reaching one hand down, he lightly gripped your neck. “Yeah? want me to fill you up? Then cum baby, cum all over my cock.” “Tae..Tae..I’m going t..to cum. Fuck you’re so deep” your eyes fluttered closed as he gripped your throat and you held onto his back. “Cum for me y/n, let me feel you soak my cock as I fill you to the brim” Feeling your body start to convulse you opened your eyes to see his fucked out face, sweat dripping down his cherry colored hair and down his neck. His hand flexing on your neck and his abs flexing with every thrust. His low moan of your name sent you over the edge and you clenched around him. Your thighs closed around his hips and you moaned out his name. Curling your toes your this quivered and your inner walls fluttered around his throbbing shaft. Arching off of the bed and towards him his grip on your neck loosened and he leaned down capturing your hips in his as his hips stilled and you felt his warm cum spitting inside of your waiting heat. Thrusting his cock back in and out slowly he let out a low groan as the remnants of his cum filled you.  Taking deep breath he watched your face as he slowly slipped out of you and trailed his eyes down to watch the clear and white liquid leak out of you. Letting out a deep whine he leaned forward and captured your lips between his. His lips were soft against yours, still passionate but not as fiery as they had been earlier. Pulling back his gaze studied your face. “Tae..I” before you could continue he shook his head. “Wait before you say anything, please let me get this out. I’m sorry for the way things happened tonight but I don’t regret any of it. Iv’e literally liked you since we first argued about the attributes of the human brain during psych. That one time you called me an aloof imbecile I almost pulled you out of class and kissed that pretty look off of your face. I assumed you hated me and it made me mad, instead of being a normal human being and just asking you why you hated me I decided to take it out on you. If you didn’t like me, at least I could gain your attention arguing with you.” “And tonight, seeing you with those other guys..I couldn’t help but think it would’ve been better if it was me. I needed to stop being a pussy and just fucking tell you how i felt.” He shook his head as he spoke. “ What about you and Nami? and the fact that you laughed the other day when she made fun of what I should be for halloween and my tattoos” Scrunching his face he sighed. “First of all Nami is just a friend, well more like a family friend. Iv’e known her since I was young and I guess I was just used to her being there. Nami and i have never done anything and never will. Secondly, I didn’t laugh at whatever she said. to be completely honest I drowner out her voice after she asked how you got an invite. I has laughed at a meme Jin sent me of our other friend Namjoon whos away for a semester in Paris, with a bald cap on looking like a grandpa due to his old school vibe he always has. That being said, i’m sorry I never defended you when she said anything to or about you. I really wanted to but you were always so good at defending yourself and that one time Jose defended you, you had turned around and told him you didn’t ‘need a man’ to defend you. So that combined with me thinking you hated me, I just assumed you’d end up really hated me and wouldn’t give me the time of day when we argued anymore.” Climbing off of your body Taehyung sat down next to you and studied your expression. “I don’t hate you per say, I hated that you always argued with me, I hated that you scored higher than be despite never seeming to study while I worked my ass off, I hated that you came from money, you never had to fight for what you wanted or what you deserved. I hated that you were Nami’s friend and always seemed so aloof, like you really didn’t care about anything. But I didn’t..I don’t hate you as a person” you turned towards him. “Who said I never study? My parents would kill me if I scored sub-par. Hell, the only reason I can live here with Jin is if i keep up my grades and don’t disappoint them. If i didn’t care about anything my ass would be living in on campus housing and having an RA breath down my throat while my parents called me everyday asking if I was completing the study forms they sent over. Yeah I’m well off, but that’s my parents money and they worked hard for it. They put hard work and intelligence above all else.” your eyebrows rose at his confession and you get bad. You had assumed so much about him these passed two years and none of it seemed to be right. “I think that’s why I started to like you so much, you’re so intelligent, you work so hard at everything you do and you carry yourself like such a strong person. You kind of scare me if i’m honest” his deep voice chuckled and you smiled. “You’re beautiful inside and out”  Taehyung said softly brushing his thumbs against your cheeks. You could feel the tenderness in his chest and your heart fluttered. “Maybe I liked you too, maybe that’s why I always waited for you to argue with me. I like how intelligent you are, I like that you always have something to say about whatever point I’m trying to prove.” You said softly and the corner of his mouth lifter slightly “liked? past tense” Rolling your eyes you covered your face and grumbled. “fine, LIKE. As in present tense” Taehyung stepped off of the bed and chuckled “THE y/n likes me? i’m honored. Sure its not cause I just made you cum twice?” throwing your arm off of your eye you watched his figure retreating into another door before flicking a light on. “Shut up Tae!” Chuckling he emerged from what you assumed was an ensuite bathroom with a wet cloth and situated himself between your legs. “I like when you call me Tae” he said and you blushed, feeling the cool cloth wipe gently along your folds. Sliding the cloth along your legs he finished cleaning you up and smiled up at you gently with his every so beautiful boxy smile. Returning to the bathroom to drop off the cloth you heard the water turn on and assumed he was cleaning himself off as well. Letting your gaze look around the room you noticed the bookshelf across from the bed you were currently on. On its shelf sat different picture frames, books and what looked like plushies. On the other side of the same wall sat a dark grey desk complete with a laptop, a mini plant and various knickknacks and a chair with a navy blue hoodie that you noticed to be Taehyungs hanging off of the back of the chair. Next to the bed was a nightstand that had a lamp, an iPhone charging dock and a bottle of water. The door that connected to the rest of the house was on the same wall. Against the wall to the right of the bed was a large dark grey dresser that matched the desk and what you now noticed to be the bed frame. On the dresser sat bottles of cologne, accessories and a picture frame. Next to the dresser was the door Taehyung had disappeared into and another door you assumed to be maybe a closet. Furrowing your brows you realized this was Taehyung’s room and not just another guest room. Up until his confession earlier you assumed he lived in a luxurious off campus house paid for by his parents. While this was a luxurious Townhome it still wasn’t what you had pictured. As Taehyung walked out of the ensuite he opened a drawer and dug through until he found was he was looking for. Sauntering up to the bed he handed you a t-shirt and what had seemed to be your phone that had been tossed on the floor earlier and pulled on a pair of briefs over his legs. Holding the soft cotton material in your fingers you smiled and thanked him before slipping over your smaller frame. Checking your phone you immediately noticed a series of texts from Layla starting from concerned up to a text that had a winky face telling you to ‘get it, I came upstairs to check on you but your moaning let me know you were doing just fine’. Smacking your palm against your face you blushed bright crimson. Taehyung who had looking over your shoulder when you gasped at the text was giggling and you smacked his chest. “Ow, you hit hard” He said while still giggling. “So, would you..uh stay the night and maybe grab breakfast with me in the morning? I mean know that we’ve realized we both don’t hate each other and we kind of lik-“ Pressing your lips to his you felt him smile against your lips before you pulled back. “Yes, now can we sleep?.” Nodding Taehyung pulled you against his chest and brushed a few strands away from your face as your eyes fluttered closed. Running his hand along the flowers that decorated your right arm he smiled to himself before eventually closing his eyes as well. Interesting how Misunderstandings happen, isn’t it?

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Omg this was supposed to just be a drabble from the pic of red haired Tae and inso from a game of beer pong, BUT ALAS this monster was born. this is my first fit so any constructive criticism is appreciated. Any love is beyond appreciated too <3 I have some ideas for other pics but i just want to get my page situated first. Any messages are welcome too <3 i lub talking to people.

-C otherwise known as, Potitties

Seance Season

Chapter 1: New Beginnings, New Fears

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader.    Non romantic mentions of other BTS members.

Summary: You repeatedly told yourself you did not have Magick. But one evening has you fearing for what you’re starting to become. In the middle of all of that, you have this pull to Jungkook that you both can’t quite explain. This new season of your life is Seance Season. Will you come out the same person?

Words: 17,500+

Rating: PG 13 but will be M in later chapters.

Genre: Magick, Witch au. Fluff, Angst and Smut. Slight Horror.

Tags/Warnings: Strong mentions of Magick and spells. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with the idea of wicca and anything of the sort as certain remedies and ‘spells/chants’ are in fact real to some. Drinking. Fighting. Blood. Destruction. A man harms y/n. Horror to some degree. Extremely religious folk be wary.

Pls excuse if there are any spelling or grammatical errors. I don’t really have a beta or anything to scan for anything like that <3

Taglist: @a-mess-of-fandoms​ @dnyad​ @mwitsmejk @ggukkieland

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“That was the last box, leggo eggo” Seokjin singsonged as he threw an arm around your shoulders while you bid the house you grew up in goodbye. Wiping the stray tear forming in your left eye barely wetting your thick lashes, you turned to him and nodded with a small bob of your head.

Slipping your body onto the black cushiony seats of Seokjins SUV, you tugged at the seatbelt realizing it when you heard the familiar click on the metal bar inserting into the mechanism locking in place. With a turn of the key the engine came to life and soon you both were making your way down the street. The dangling piece of clear quartz hanging from a hematite lanyard glinted in the sunlight as it swayed from the cars rear view mirror bringing you back to your thoughts that had been consuming you as you both loaded up the remaining boxes into the truck of the car.

Growing up in a Magickal family had been amazing. Your parents had loved you unconditionally despite you not having any ‘active’ or even ‘non active powers’ and that alone was enough. Your childhood was spent watching as your parents brewed up special concoctions and recited spells of protection. The home you grew up in held an aura of safety that you always looked forward to being bundled in and the smell of fresh burning herbs sitting in a mortar and pestle your mom had been working on lulled you into a peaceful headspace.

It was your eighteenth birthday that solidified the fact that you were truly a person without Magick. You had seen it coming, you were never able to call upon the elements like your parents nor were you able to read the words that were written in an ancient spell book and successfully perform an incantation or brew a potion that successfully did anything beyond create an aromatic oil no matter how hard you tried. 

Being born from Magick holders and not having Magick yourself wasn’t exactly rare, there were children birthed from all sorts of Magick holders who never came into their own magic, sort of like Filch from Harry Potter (Minus the bad attitude). 

With that being said, you knew some people in the magick community looked at you differently. For your parents had held substantial amounts of magic and their shop supplied many people with their Magickal and not so Magickal goods.

You were lucky enough to have such caring parents and a few amazing best friends that never treated you differently for not having the power of Magick. 

Seokjin did not have active Magick but he was powerful with incantations, the words leaving his lips during invocations had always held a certain aura that made you look on in awe and the spell was always complete with a surge of power. He was the child of your moms childhood friend and from practically baby ages he was taking care of you, which had blossomed into a friendship you couldn’t live without.

Namjoon was another one of your friends without active Magick, but his potions and elixirs were no joke. From a liquid that produced inferno fire to a powder sachet that induced the strongest of infatuations towards the person that had given it to you. You had met him in middle school when Seokjin sensed his Magickal aura from across the cafeteria and you, him and Taehyung made your way to the boy that has been reading what you recognized as the second installment of the Harry Potter series. Seokjin started the conversation but you were the one who caused the boy to smile, joking about how ironic it was that a witch was reading a fiction book about Magick.

Taehyung had the active power of earth. He helped your mom with the massive amount of herbs, roots and flowers they grew or ‘magically sprouted’ for the shop. From the tips of his fingers, a pale green smoke like air would flow and a sapling could grow into a tree that looked like it had been growing for a hundred years. You had once witnessed him call upon mother earth to cause roots to break through the ground and tug a boy down onto the grass covered dirt after the boy had used his air magic to pull at your hair and whip it around like a mini tornado causing you pain. The boy had started bullying you when he found out you weren’t like him as your parents were inside the shop talking to his and you had asked if he had wanted to play. Taehyungs parents were purchasing Yarrow root powder at the time and 8 year old him had witnessed the attack from the garden window leading to the back. From them on you two had been great friends.

While Magick holders and active Magick especially, was not known to non magical humans, the amount of people now finding healing through crystals, herbs and the like made for a pretty prosperous business for your parents. 

A warm hand brought you out of your headspace causing you to look up and out of the window. The dark brown brick building surrounded by bushes of brightly colored flowers of all shapes, colors and sizes came into view. A sign attached to a stake in the ground leading up to a grey concrete pathway read “Universal Auras: Crystals, Candles, Herbs, and Incense”.

Exiting the car with Seokjin in tow the sign on the front door jingled as you pushed the wood inwards and stepped a black combat boot through the threshold of the shop. A rush of burning Palo Santo and lit Dragonsblood invaded your senses and you smiled at the familiar feeling of safety and peace that the shop had given you all these years. 

Your eyes followed the rows of bookshelves that were lined and organized by anything from Herbs to Modern Religions. Smaller tables held baskets of different kinds of woods, barks and resins and atop them stood small shelves of that organizes various incense sticks and cones. Along the wall where the front door currently sat was long island-like counters that held various vessels for dry potion making and grinders for herbs in square shelves, on top of them stood candles of various colors, shapes and heights, some with labels and some with pendants or charms dangling from the rim.

On the wall to the right of the door were built in shelving units that housed bottles of oils & liquids, rows of organized jars that held dried and fresh herbs, roots and flowers and mini statues of various Gods, Goddesses and other worshipped Diets & Spirits. Talismans and carved symbols of protection like Pentacles, Hamsa’s and Ankh’s sat on the shelf under the statues. Under the Protection statues were carved symbols of balance, such as Yin-Yang, The Scales and Infinity knot.

On the far left passed the bookshelves was a mid sized room where your parents brewed potions and consulted other magic holders, helping with their needs that was also disguised as a ‘staff only’ area. On the wall that separated the room from the rest of the shop hung a tapestry that had the sky above you knew as the upper world with an ethereal glow that represented the element of spirit, the underworld below that was made of a deep grey almost black fabric. Woven in the middle of the tapestry was a being that looked human with the various chakras on the body you knew as the middle realm, and the four earthbound elements such as Earth, Air, Fire & Water that were stitched North, South, East and West of the body in the middle.

The back wall to the right of the room was a door that led out to the fenced in garden where your mom had rows and rows of planted herbs and flowers sprouting from the ground. When you were young you had spent countless hours outside speaking to the plants and helping with tending to the delicate yet mighty nature in front of you.

In the middle of the shop was a giant glass counter that held various types of Crystals, Gems and Metals. The shelves inside of the counter held jewelry, the glinting rocks that were secured to the metal or wood of the pieces were imbued with different types of magic that would amplify the power of the crystals. Atop the counter sat a slew of small oil twigs that twist and turned to curl up into a makeshift jewelry holder that held pendulums of different kinds.

Next to the built in shelves on the right sat a smaller counter that you knew all too well from days that you had worked at the shop and charged customers with the very register that still sat atop the dark wooden counter. Taehyung who had just finished charging a customer sat behind the counter, his light brown hair casting a small shadow on his forehead. Lifting a dark green sweater covered wrist into the air, he waved the customer goodbye before his eyes landed on your form next to Seokjins. With his mouth breaking out into a boxy smile he all but sprinted towards you both and engulfed both of your bodies into a tight hug.

“OOOH you smell good” Taehyung said with another sniff of Seokjins marled blue t shirt causing the older man to place a hand on his forehead and stop him from sniffing any further. “Thanks but no I’m not lending you my new cologne, I still haven’t gotten my favorite aftershave back.” With a pout the puppy-like man pulled back and sighed as he shook his head. “I have no recollection of this.” with a giggle escaping your parted lips you asked where your parents were despite already knowing the answer.

Your feet took you to where you needed to be and you took a deep breath as your black nail polished fingers wrapped around the chrome door handle. Pushing the door forward you smiled, your moms fingers were hovering over a giant indoor planter as the seeds automatically sprouted and a lush blue sage perennial stood in its place within seconds. Your father to her right swirled water between his fingers before sliding in a steady stream down into vials that held various powders that were sitting on the work bench in front of him. With a circular movement of his index finger, a medium sized orb of water left his finger, growing bigger until it flew to the planter your mom had been working on, soaking the dirt surrounding the sage.

“I’m leaving now” softly left your lips before your father overtook your frame in a tight hug. Raising your arms to his shoulder you gently pat his back as he reminded you over and over that you didn’t have to go, you could ‘stay home with them forever’. “I don’t think forever is feasible dad” you huffed out and your gaze fixated itself on your moms down turned head who didn’t look up front her planter. “Fine but I don’t see why you have to leave town, the city isn’t as safe as here.” you shook your head at your fathers statement, you had heard this for months as you planned your moving out, these passed few weeks you had been guilt tripped every day by him, Seokjin and Taehyung asking you not to leave.

“Dad I’m smart, I’m going to be safe. I’m 23 years old and the city is literally a few hours away, nothing crazy”. With a loud sigh, your dad released you knowing you were right.  Walking up to your mothers sat form, you wrapped your arms around her shoulders. “I know you don’t want me to go but I am. Remember what you told me on my fifteenth birthday? that whether I was Magickal or not, I was capable of so much. I would do great things with my life and more importantly I would love my life? I’m doing this because you told me I could do anything, you told me the I would do what I was sure I could do. You said you believed in me and because of the way you and dad raised me, I can and will be leaving.” by this time tears had formed in your eyes and your mom reached up grasping your shoulder in her hands before pulling you close to her body and burying her head in your shoulder.

“I also told you that boys were stupid, don’t forget that” she said though tears that were leaving her eyes and soaking into the collar of your black Misfits t-shirt. With one last squeeze your mom finally pulled away and wiped at her eyes. “I’ll visit like every month okay? Plus the boys are going to visit me when Namjoon gets back from his potions seminar in England in a couple of weeks. I’ll text you when we get to the apartment. Jin and Tae are going to stay the night with me so they don’t have to drive back at like midnight.” your mom still had a worried look on her face but the determination that was emanating from your body let her know how serious you were. 

Reaching behind her and into a small drawer in the cabinets lining the wall, she pushed something cold into your palm “Please take this and keep it with you always.” Nodding your head, you secured the small soft black corded lanyard that had smelled as if it had white sage and palo santo burning next to it for days the size of a keychain into your palm. The smooth edges of the clear and smokey quartz crystals dangling from the lanyard along with the tiny vial that held a deep purple liquid inside cooled your hand, a white feather you recognized as a doves was strung onto the leather, the plume tickling the tips of your fingers as you tucked the lanyard into your front pocket of your black ripped jeans.

Your parents walked you and your friends out of the shop and hugged you goodbye before you once again sat your body on the comfort of Seokjins passenger seat trying your best not to cry from the downcast faces of your parents. With a start of Jins car, you looked out of the window, waving to your parents as the car started its journey down the road and to the highway. From the backseat Taehyung reached over the console and pressed the Bluetooth button on Jin’s radio while fiddling with his phone. “Jams are ready, ROAD TRIP!” Taehyung yelled, his boxy smile adorning his handsome face and you couldn’t help but laugh despite your somber expression.

Turning the key into the slot of your third floor apartment, you pushed the black painted wooden door open to make room or your two good friends that were carrying the last few boxes that held the finishing touches for your new home. For the passed week and a half you and Jin had made several trips to your new apartment to drop off your new furnishings so the place had already started looking more and more like the home you had wanted it to be.

After placing the brown moving boxes onto the countertops of your new kitchen, the boys and yourself called in some fried chicken wings from a local joint that Taehyung had found on yelp. 

Smacking your spicy sweet chili sauce covered lips together you relished in the crunchy exterior of the wing leading to the juicy cooked chicken. “Omg can we get this place every time we visit?” Taehyung mumbled with a mouthful of chicken that currently looked like it was trying to escape his mouth from the amount he had shoved in there. Jin had nodded in agreement and you had to agree as well that you all had perhaps found the new chicken joint you all would order from anytime they visited, hell you might even have to order from them on nights that you didn’t feel like cooking after work.

After your stomachs were full and the clock had informed you that it was one passed midnight the boys decided it was time to turn in for their trip back home in the morning. Taehyung had made a makeshift bed on the living room floor with you excess of blankets and pillows you had ‘hoarded’ as your friends so nicely put it and Jin took the two seater deep grey cotton couch.

Bidding them a goodnight, you decided you had been way too tired for a shower and simply stripped yourself of your jeans and laid down on your not made bed with a blanket and pillow you had packed in a tote bag. 

The sounds of Jin yelling outside of your door to ‘look decent’ to walk them down to the car for their voyage backhoe had awaken you from your much needed slumber. Tugging your jeans back on, you pulled your hair in to a haphazard bun that sat atop your head and trudged out of your bedroom. Taehyung sat on dining chair and Jin had propped himself against a couch cushion while they waiting for you.

With a sigh you hooked your arms into the ones of your best friends and walked them to the elevator and down to the ground floor where Jins car sat parked on the street against the sidewalk. “I love you and you better stay safe or I swear we will bring your ass back home. I know you said you didn’t want me to cast a protection spell but the offer still stands ” Swinging your arms around the shoulders of your older friend you felt his stiff body relax. Pulling your arms from him you were engulfed in another pair that you knew all too well as Taehyung’s as he was definitely the biggest cuddler out of your friend group. “Theres a small planter that is housing a few springs of lavender on your counter that I grew myself to give you a little Magick when you’re feeling stressed. Please call us if you need to talk or want us to drive over.”

Pulling his arms back from your frame he stepped backwards next to Jin. “I love you guys so much, thank you for always being there for me and helping me and being the best fucking people I know” earning a look from Jin as ‘fucking’ left your mouth you couldn’t help but smile back the tears that had been forming under your top lashes. You hated telling them goodbye but you knew Jin had his job as a paralegal back home and Tae was still in college working part time at your parents shop and you needed to be on your own for awhile, you needed to know you could do it, that you weren’t being sheltered from your family and friends who had always tried to take care of you.

With a shout of “we will come by after Namjoon gets back home” leaving Jin’s mouth, you watched as his car drove down the street, waving your friends goodbye. Turning on your heel you took in the brown and beige brick apartment building in front of you and walked your feet back into the building and up the old elevator that housed a semi musty smell that you knew you’d have to get used to.

“I should unpack the kitchen first” you said aloud as you entered your home. Luckily the boys had helped you set up your furniture and electronics when you first started moving things in. Moving your body into a semi small kitchen you got to work on undoing the thick tape that wrapped itself around the brown cardboard boxes housing your pots and pans.

Flopping your body down onto the cushions of your deep grey couch you humphed a deep breath of air. You had successfully finished unpacking your kitchen, bathroom and dining/living room area leaving your bedroom for tomorrow. You had even enjoyed a nice hot shower letting the hot water soothe your tired muscles and breathing in the steam. Checking the time on your phone you sighed seeing that it was already going to be six in the afternoon and all you had eaten was leftover wings from the night before that you had popped into the microwave.

Deciding you needed to go grocery shopping you grabbed the canvas bags that were hanging on a series of hooks on the outside wall of your kitchen and made your way to the front door. Slipping on the same pair of boots you had entered your home with last night, you gripped your apartments keys in your hand and tucked your cellphone safely into your back pocket. 

As you walked a few blocks down the city streets to the small grocery store you had googled on your phone, your fingers fiddled with the lanyard like charm your mom had given you that you had secured to you keys while you rode in Jins car the day prior. 

You were met with a cool rush of air from an overhead fan as you entered the neighborhood supermarket. Gripping the push handle of a grocery cart you placed your bags inside and got to work on the essentials you knew you needed.

You were almost done with your shopping when your cart was struck by another, a soft mumble of ‘sorry’ escaping the human from behind the offending cart. Looking up from where you cart had been struck, a ‘it’s fine’ got caught in your throat as you took in the dark haired man that was currently staring at you with his deep honey colored eyes. “I..fine” You mumbled out as you practically threw the box of angel hair pasta into your cart and continued walking down the aisle.

You hadn’t noticed the weird look in the stagers eyes as they never left your frame until you had turned the corner to the next aisle. If you had you might’ve asked him ‘what the hell’ he was staring at, despite how attractive you had to admit he was.

Clutching the plethora of canvas bags in your fingers you trekked back to your apartment with thankfully, had only been about a 6-7 minute walk. You had passed a couple of bars on your way back and noted where they had been so that you could go in speak to the owners about hopefully getting a job.

You had a few steps left until you were in front of your apartment building when you were met with an odd rush of cool air that held some form of odd feeling to it causing goosebumps to trail over your tattooed arms. An audible shiver left your parted lips and you chalked it up to paranoia as this was the first day you were truly alone in a new place despite what your parents had told you about feelings and vibrations that certain people, places or things gave off. Walking the steps needed to enter the wooden door to the complex, you entered the lobby and turned right to where you knew the elevator was.

You had finally finished unloading your groceries and massaged at your fingers where the canvas bags had pulled at the skin slightly. While waiting for your frozen lasagna to cook in the oven you decided to set up your Netflix, Hulu and other accounts on your smart TV that sat atop the small grey washed tv console/cabinet you had bought.

Checking in with your parents with a text to your mom, you savored every mouthful of the marinara and cheese as you stuffed your mouth with the warm lasagna and re-watched the second season of the great British baking show.

You had been dozing off on the comfort of your couch when you decided it was time to get to bed. Turning off the tv you used the flashlight on your phone to make you way to your bedroom in the dark. Stripping yourself of your clothing until you were down to your undergarments you laid on your still unmade bed and clutched the blanket around your body, throwing your phone onto your nightstand you yawned as sleep overtook your body.

It was dark and you body had stood there unmoving as a tendril of deep drey smoke swirled around you. You watched in a third person view as your eyes were blankly staring off into the distance of never ending pitch black, illuminated only by the smoke that seemed like it was glowing. Why did you have that lack of emotion on your face? Why hadn’t you moved? Why were you just standing there? You wanted to shout at your unmoving form but no words would come out. “Y/N M O V E” You somehow yelled at yourself with all of your might and all at once you were met with your own gaze snapping to yours with the darkest gaze you’ve ever seen, it looked as if you had sclera contacts on. With a cock of your head the smoke invaded your nostrils and open mouth, filling your lungs with a heavyset feeling of putrid smoke.

You body sat up with a jolt as you clutched your fingers around your throat and coughed up what felt like a lung. Your trudged in air, coughing until you stumbled your way out of your bedroom and into your bathroom. Flicking on the overhead light your finger then turned the chrome faucet on cold and you dunked your palms into the water and splashed it on your face. Gripping the edged of the sink into both of your wet palms you tried to steady your breaths. You hesitantly looked up into the rectangular mirror above your sink afraid you’d see the black gaze you encountered on yourself in your dream. When you were met with your normal looking face you let a deep breathe escape your lips and leaned your head back onto the wall behind you.

When you had finally calmed down and steadied your breath you walked back into your bedroom as the sun streaming in throughout the apartment through the curtains made it easier. Sitting yourself down on the edge of your bed you fumbled through the drawer of your nightstand for the bottle of eucalyptus and lemon balm essential oils you had made and inhaled a deep stream of the calming and centering aroma. When you felt your mind begin to calm itself you reached to the side tucking the bottle back into its drawer before pulling your phone off of the nightstand checking the time ‘shit it’s already noon’.

Opening the windows to your bedroom you let the sun stream through and flicked the overhead lighting on to fully illuminate your mission to finish unpacking your room. Getting to work on the many boxes containing your wardrobe, you set up your hangers for items you needed to hang and opened a series of drawers from your dresser.

It was now day four of living on your own and while you had saved up money for the move you knew you needed to get a job to at least leave the house. You had bartended at Namjoon’s parents bar on nights you weren’t exhausted from college courses and working at your parents shop. While you did have a degree in business management you hated the average everyday 9-5 nature of it. Plus most companies didn’t appreciate your blunt attitude and tattoos despite your qualifications. 

Pulling on a pair of black leather looking pants, you tucked a light grey v-neck t shirt into the front of the pants and pulled on a pair of black ankle short heeled booties over your light lilac cat printed socks. After gliding your flat iron over the final strands over hair left needing to be styled you applied a nice winged liner to your lash line and plopped on a pair of textured eyelashes to compliment your deep nude liquid lipstick you had applied and sprayed a small amount of fragrance on your pulse points.

Throwing your cellphone, pocket knife (a person can never be too careful), wallet and keys into your small black cross body purse you threw one of your well loved black leather jackets on and locked your door on your way out. 

It was around 7pm at “Lennons” when you walked in. You let your gaze wander to the black stone bar that sat atop a deep brown stained wooden counter and spotted a man with dark red hair and a dazzling smile. Walking up to the bar you watched as he poured the two men in front of him a pair of Whiskeys neats topped with a maraschino cherry, behind him was another counter the size of the wall that was thinner than the one you were leaning on, rows of bottles littered the counter and different types of glassware sat atop large dark wood stained shelves that matched the counters and looking down you noticed the same deep stained wood making up the floor. The backsplash behind the bottles and glassware had been multiple shades of grey subway tiles which you assumed made for easier cleaning than painted walls had the liquor or any other substance shot out and onto the wall.

Dim Edison bulbs the were surrounded by thin orb like black wire ‘cages’ were strung from the ceiling over the bar and tables that had been set up against the walls. In the middle of the building were larger lights that looked the same but as if multiple build were strung together into a modern like chandelier. 

On one wall were various types of mirror in different size frames in shades of greys, blacks, tarnished metal and dark wood. The walls all shared the same deep grey paint and deep brown stained wood thick crown moulding. The four-top tables and chairs were made of a thick black metal and the chairs had deep grey cushions built in that matched the wall paint. The booths against on of the walls were made of the same dark wood as the floor, caressing the deep grey cushions, the same black metal tables sat between each booth. Atop each table sat smaller flawless candles surrounded by the same metal like ‘cages’ that housed the lighting.

Nirvanas “Heart Shaped Box” lulled softly over the built in speakers and the bartender who had finished talking to the two men you assumed were regulars came to stand in front of you. “What can I getcha?” he said with a smile so infectious it caused your lips to tug upwards. “Hi, I’m y/n. I’m new to the area and was wondering if maybe you all were hiring? I have experience in bartending even though it wasn’t in the city but I could learn.” Nodding your head at the fact that you had said all that you needed to say without missing a beat you then assessed his expression.

“Actually..” silence ticked on and you expected him to finish his sentence with a “no sorry” but were met with a  “We are, Keenan the owner has officially stepped away from bartending and working here as his wife just had their third kid and he “wants to spend more time at home” so he only comes in to do the books and such so its just me and Oscar now.” The front door jingled signaling the entry of a few new patrons and he checked his watch.

“You think you could start tonight? Were open until three so it would be a seven hour shift to see how you like it here before you sign a contract and all that fun stuff” Nodding your head eagerly you followed his hand movements signaling for you to step behind the bar. Extending his hand out to you to shake, you took it “I’m Hoseok by the way, but Hobi is just fine. Do you have your liquor license? The bar has one under its name but Keenan still likes us to each have our TABC licenses.” “Oh yes yes let me get it for you” Pulling your waller out of your purse you showed him your ID and paper copy of your license you had completed online for this very reason. With a nod of his head and a warm smile he got to work explaining where everything was behind the bar and how the POS system worked. He had also given you a roundabout for prices on popular drinks and beers before handing you a menu that had everything listed for you to memorize.

“We have two waiters most nights and one during the day for those times that we need drinks to be expedited. Were open 6-3 Thursday though Sunday and 7-2 Monday through Wednesday. We split the tips we make at the bar and Waiters will give us a share of theirs since we make the drinks. Karaoke is on Thursday and Open Mic night is on Tuesdays. For the most part I work nights Thursday through Sunday since its busier then and Oscar does the shorter weekday shifts and comes in to help on nights that we have certain performers and we now its going to be busy. The music is usually controlled by whoever the bartender is at the time and before anybody asks, no we don’t take apple pay hahaha” he said with a loud laugh as if its happened many times before. “Before I forget, while this is a nice bar and we don’t usually have issues, there’s a bat propped up against the IPA beer cooler in case anybody get rowdy. Just don’t go whacking people with it since its mostly for show until cops get here.” you chuckled at his swinging motion when he said ‘whacking’ and you watched as he waved over one of the waiters that was just clocking in. 

“This is Sienna, Sienna this is y/n a possible new bartender” The beautiful ebony woman before you smiled brightly and took your hand into hers to shake. “Hi y/n nice to meet you, I’m Sienna like Hobi here said. I hope you like it here, for the most part it’s chill and we work like a family, with the exception of a certain someone.” you felt the disdain in her voice as her dark chocolate colored gaze landed on the blonde that was walking in through the door. 

The blonde walked passed you both and clacked her nails against one of the touchscreen computers to clock in before dropping her things off into the small black metal locker like cabinet next to the glassware.

“Katrina this is y/n, she’s going to bartend with us tonight” Hobi voiced out as the blondes blue contact covered eyed gave you a once over. “Kay” was all she said as she waved her blue manicured nails and circled around the bar to check on the tables that were seated in her area. With a roll of her eyes at Katrinas attitude, Sienna gaze you a dazzling smile as a "good luck, let me know if you need anything” left her lips before she left you behind the bar with Hoseok.

It was now 10pm and the bar had started getting busy which you had expected no less for a Friday night. You were pouring vodka into two glasses for cape cods while raising your voice over the music to Hobi to ask him to bring your two bottles of Guinness from the freezer built into he cabinet under the bottles of liquor. Pulling the bottle opener from your back right pocket you flipped the caps off with ease hearing the metal caps clang against the floor behind you before you pushed both bottles followed by the two cape cods into the hands of the customers that had just paid you.

“Round of Melonballs over here” you yelled over to Hobi since he was closer to the glassware who then handed you 6 shot glasses. With a bottle of vodka in your left hand and a bottle of Melon Liquor in your right you poured the liquid into a mixer and topped it off with pineapple juice before scooping in a few ice cubes and giving it a good shake while your head bobbed to “kill of the night” by Gin Wingmore. Hovering the shaker over the row of shot glasses you poured the green liquid over each glass in a left to right motion before tossing the shaker into the sink for a rinse and pushed the shots forward to the group of girls that had ordered the shots.

It was nearing three in the morning and Hobi called out last call prompting customers to come up to the bar to order last drinks before the bar closed and they had to head out. Hoseok had finished serving up two shots of Lemondrops before he cut off the music signaling the end of the night.

You had helped him clean up the last ten minutes before it hit 3am to which he thanked you immensely as it had made the time to clean up so much faster. The patrons had all left the bar and you were handed a wad of cash tips from Hobi with a “Thank you so much for helping me tonight, you’re seriously so good and fast!” Thanking him for the opportunity you slipped your jacket back on as Sienna bid you both goodbye, Katrina had left a few minutes earlier without a word. “So how did you like it? Do you want to work here? If so I could have you come in with me tomorrow around 5 and we can discuss a schedule, pay and everything else with Keenan on the phone” With a hopeful expression gracing his face you nodded excitedly “Yes! of course I’d like to work here, you guys were so welcoming and helpful. Thank you for the job offer.” As you both walked out and Hobi locked the doors to the Lennons you thanked him once again and let him know you’d be there at five the next day. 

When Hobi noticed you hadn’t gotten into a car but rather had walked down the street he called out to you“Do you live nearby? I don’t want to leave you walking by yourself as half passed 3am”. Turning your body around as he caught up to you you pointed down the street and nodded. “Yeah I live on Newman, it’s only like five minutes away, its okay” to your surprise Hobi exclaimed and smiled his dazzling smile. “I live on Newman too!” 

As you both walked side by side you neared you apartment building and he waved you a goodbye as you entered the wooden door to the lobby. Hoseok or Hobi as he insisted you call him lived two buildings down. You smiled as you made you way into your apartment, you hoped you could become friends, he reminded you a lot of Taehyung with his infectious happiness and goofy nature.

You poured yourself a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch as you continued your episode of The Great British Baking Show before you made your way to the shower to wash the grime from your body. Chucking your clothes into the white corded hamper you wrapped your hair up into a bun and stepped into the hot stream of water letting it caress your skin.

Washing your body with one of your favorite Stress Relieving body washes, you rinsed the suds off of your body and made quick work of the makeup that had been on your face. Turning the chrome faucet off you stepped on of the shower and let your toes sink into the plush off-white and grey bathmat. With a mid toned grey towel wrapped around your body, you made your way into your bedroom and started your post shower skincare routine.

Sinking your body into your sheets in your oversized coca-cola cotton t shirt and black satin sleeping shorts, you then plugged your phone into its charger and closed your eyes as the late night took a toll on your body since you had woken up so early the morning before.

You were in the same endless see of darkness with the same blank expression on your face in your current pajamas but the smoke tendrils were more violent, thrashing themeless around your body as if they were struggled to enter your body. This time you were standing right in front of the mirror expression of yourself. Reaching a hand out to your unmoving body that you’d now refer to as a doppelgänger..since you didn’t know what to call it or well..you. As your hand neared the face of your doppelgänger, a tendril of smoke whipped itself towards your arm and wrapped itself around your wrist and forearm. A searing pain set into your skin causing you to yell out as the grey smoke turned into a deep black inky tone, pushing away the smoke with your other hand, your fingers passed right through the blazing hot warmth of it. 

The tendril wrapped itself tighter around your arm and your legs buckled at the pain you’d only describe as the hottest fire burning your skin. Your doppelgängers gaze snapped to your form kneeling on the ground and you pleaded for help. A sudden burst of light blinded your eyes and the burning had ceased, the tendrils seemingly disappearing in the rays of the light. Tentatively opening your eyes, you were taken aback as your doppelgängers eyes had taken on a white/gold hue. Before you could ask what was happening you awoke in a sweaty heap in the middle of your bed.

Peeling your body off of the soaked sheets you through your comforter onto your floor and headed to your bathroom. Looking at yourself in the mirror, your hair was matted to your neck and your body had been flushed a pink color. Your eyes shifted downwards to your arm that had been entangled with the smoke in your dream and to your astonishment, there was a faint pink mark that wrapped around your forearm like an octopus would its prey in the ocean.

With a shaky breath filling your lungs you dunked your arm in the cool water filling the sink muttering an incantation of peace your mom had always chanted when she was stressed with orders from the shop. You knew you didn’t have power to evoke an actual spell but you could preform the everyday Magick normal humans who followed the craft did.

Worries be gone

I need you no more

Worries be gone

Out of the door

Stresses and Strains

Worries and Strife

Leave now, Depart

Be gone from my life

The mouthing the words you were used to had gave you a small sense of home, a sense of peace and serenity. 

You decided you would jump into the shower and let the cold water wash away the sweat that was clinging to you body and then throw your bedding into the wash before grabbing lunch as it was already a little passed 11 in the morning. 

With a mouthful of the butter lettuce salad you had fixed yourself you pressed the little green button on your touch screen phone signaling that you had accepted Seokjins Facetime call. “Hello my child that is not my actual child from my loins” Seokjin singsonged causing the left side or your mouth to curl up towards your nose at the gross thought of the word ‘loins’.

Filling Jin in on your new job and how your first week in the city had been going you then listened as he in turn filled you in on the happenings of your smaller home town. You felt the call nearing its end and you decided you needed to ask him if he maybe had any knowledge of dream theory. With a clear of your throat, you set your bowl of salad down onto your whitewashed wooden coffee table and sat up straight. “Jin..do you maybe know what dreams can mean? What I mean to ask is do you know anything of the craft surrounding certain dream or nightmares?” A small frown formed on your friends handsome face as his brows furrowed and his lips downturned. 

“While I’m not well versed in the craft of dreams, I do know a little from certain spells and incantations I have read and studied. Why? Are you okay y/n?” Nodding your head abruptly at his answer in fear of worrying your friend who you knew would tell your parents who would then pester you to come back home, you forced a cheery tone to your voice as you answered his question. “I’m fine Jinnie, I was just wondering if you knew anything about dreams because one of waitresses at work was complaining of some nightmare she had in which she was locked in a dark room. I think if i’m recalling it right, that she said there was deep dark smoke and like she was watching as her own body wouldn’t move. She wasn’t telling me or anything so I don’t know if there was anything else, I had just overhead it and was being nosy.” With a smile on your face you looked into the phone screen and noticed how your friends eyes had seemingly darkened in what looked like fear.

“I’m not too sure what that would mean for a non Magick holder since regular humans do have nightmares that don’t particularly mean anything that bad, they can even mean the complete opposite” His knowledge brought a sense of peace to your mind before it all came crashing down. “But, if she was a Magick holder.. that could be bad. I don’t know anything more than what you’ve told me but if she perhaps was flooded with the smoke, it could mean what we know as dark Magick was either part of her or trying to overtake her. If she’s a Magick holder I don’t think it would be safe to work with her y/n, that sort of stuff shouldn’t be messed with.” From what you could see, he was leaving his home and getting into his car to most likely get back to work from his lunch break. “No no Jin, from what I can tell she doesn’t have Magick. I may not have any myself but I can usually tell when someone else does. The perks of your friends and family being Magickal ‘cool kids” You joked, lightening the mood.

Bidding him goodbye with a promise of him and the boys visiting in a coupe of weeks you waved into the front camera lens and threw your body back onto the cushions of your couch as the screen went black with the “call ended” typography taking over the screen.

You felt bad lying to him but you really didn’t want to worry him anymore than he had already been about you moving away. You couldn’t help the shiver of fear that crept up your spine at what he had said. Even though you knew you shouldn’t worry too much, you didn’t have Magick beyond what normal humans were capable of after all.

Stepping up to Lennons at 10 till 5 you waited at the door and shot Hobi a text to his phone number that he had given you on your walk back home that you all had shared. Looking up from your phone you saw Hobi’s frame in the reflection for one of the front windows walking down the street and towards you and the building.

Jangling his keys into the lock, he gave you a cheery ‘hey, glad you came’ and ushered you into the building behind him. Turning on the buildings lights, he then pulled a pair of chairs off of a four-top table for you both to sit.

“I talked to Keenan earlier and he was super stoked I found some help already, he was even happier when I told him how good you did last night!” with that he place his phone face upwards on the cool metal of the black table and pressed the speaker button as the familiar ringing filled the building. 

Keenan sounding like a nice older gentleman as you three talked about the position and what your schedule would look like. As he joked to Hobi over the phone you smiled gently at how family like this place had felt. Twenty minutes had passed and all the paperwork had been signed with you agreeing that most weeks you work Thurs-Sun nights with Hobi as those are the busiest and where they needed help. you would occasionally get certain weekend nights off to relax and ‘chill’ as Keenan had put it. The pay rate and Dress code (of lack of) was agreed upon and Keenan bid you both bye and a great work night, he had also given you his phone number in case of anything.

The bar didn’t open for another thirty minutes and Hobi had called in a pizza from a shop down the street, saying how you all would need you sustenance with how busy Saturdays would get. You both went over the drink menu while waiting for the food when a knock on the front door was heard. “Oh that’s Brenda, she works days as a waitress.” With a nod of your head in acknowledgment your eyes followed Hobi’s light wash jean and bright red and burgundy plaid button up shirt covered form to the Brunette that the was letting in through the door.

Introductions were made and you liked how nice the tall woman had seemed, learning that she had two children and worked 4 hour shifts 6 days a week due to wanting to get back ‘not so late’ as she had put it, to her younger kids and her husband. 

Hobi and yourself had finished gorging on pizza slices while Brenda finished setting up the tables and cleaned the restrooms. Tucking the rest of the leftover pizza slices onto a paper plate and into the silver mini fridge that was built into the back counter like the multiple coolers of beer had also been, the cheerful man then showed you where the stock room, office and cleaning closet were and gave you a set of keys to the building and the code to the alarm.

At 6, Hobi had unlocked the front door and scrolled through his cellphone choosing the spotify playlist that would make the vibe for the night. 

Getting to know a few older gentleman that he male bartender had informed you as regulars, you basked in the chill ambience Lennons had had during the early afternoon hours.

Nearing 9pm the bar had started to get busier and the movements you made while tending the bar caused you to start getting warm. Shrugging your leather jacket off of your shoulder you hung it up next to your purse into the locker that had been assigned to you and let the cool air of the air conditioner over the bar lick at your body.

You had been wearing the same black leather look jeans you had had the night prior and paired them with non heeled black short combat boots and a regular cotton normal sleeved cropped top that ended at your belly button leaving a sliver of a couple of inches skin to be seen between the hem of your shirt and the top of your pants. 

“I didn’t notice that sick phases of the moon tattoo last night! It’s really nice and well done!” the redheaded man in front of you smiled out and you looked down at your left arm where the tattoo wrapped itself in a band like form around the bottom of your bicep closer to your elbow. “Thanks Hobi! my friend Namjoon’s older brother did most of my tats and piercings. Namjoon’s actually the reins who’s parents owned the bar I worked at.” You two then entered a conversation about tattoos and other forms of art in between making drinks and serving patrons.

Hobi sent you on a thirty minute break around 10 despite you insisting you didn’t need it and you took a few slices of the cold pizza to the office with you. Scrolling though your insta you liked all of your friends new posts before snapping a pic of yourself and your pizza on snapchat for your group with your three best friends. 

Bros B4 other Bros & Hoes

Y/n (Blanket burrito) : Picture sent!

Taehyung (Pupper) : Are you at work? you have PIZZA!

Y/n (Blanket Burrito) : Yess, I’m on break and yessss I have food, it’s cold now though but its still yummy.

Taehyung (Pupper) : I’m jelly, I was pizza pizza. Well not Little C’s but pizza in general.

Jin (Wizard of Crocs) : How’s work?

Namjoon (Looney Joons) : You all are blowing up my phone and its LIKE 4 AM HERE IN ENGLAND!! But y/n hi ily and it’s good to see you settling into you new city. I’m going back to sleep now. Morpheus shall hopefully bless me with dreamland.

Y/n (Blanket Burrito) : Work is good, trying to get the hang of it. Ily too Jooniebean, goodnight <3. I gotta get back to work now guys. Much lub, i’ll ttyl.

Taehyung (Pupper) : Bye y/n! Ily sweets

Jin (Wizard of Crocs) : I know you’ll get the hang of it, you’re practically Lil from Coyote Ugly. Ily2 don’t just tell Joon you love him xc.

Y/n (Blanket burrito) : Omg I love you both! and ily for the literally comparing me to Coyote Ugly

Tucking your phone into your back pocket, you exited the office and weaved through the bodies that had entered the building while you were on break, dropping the paper plate into the trash as you reached the bar. You washed your hands at the sink to the side of the glassware and got back to work helping Hobi with the bodies that crowded the bar ordering and waiting for drinks.

“Can I get a Gin & Tonic, a Whiskey Neat, a Corona prepped, and two Buttery Nipples” A blonde man with deep set dimples ordered out and you nodded. You got to work preparing his drinks and handed them to him one by one. Laying out two shot glasses you poured in your Sambuca then carefully layered the Irish Cream on top. Pushing them forward and into his hands, he took them into his bigger hands and winked your way.

Shrugging it off, you watched as he sat in one of Katrinas tables that had actually been three four-tops pushed together to create one long table where a large group of primarily men sat. 

Preparing an ice bucket of prepped Coronas for another table that Sienna had had, you plopped it onto her serving tray which she took with a smile and a thank you. Taking a sip of your water bottle, you relished as the cool liquid ran down your esophagus and quenched your thirst.

The night had been going great with the exception of the short derogatory comments Katrina would make your way especially when you asked Hobi or Sienna for help with something you weren’t quite sure how to do.While Sienna had been standing at the bar taking a drink of her Iced Tea you vented to her when she had noticed you shooting daggers at the blonde.

“Don’y even worry about her, she’s honestly just a bitch. The only reason she works here is cause Oscar has the hots for her and Hobi doesn’t like dealing with confrontation, especially when it comes to possibly firing someone or talking to Keenan about it. I know he doesn’t wanna bother Keenan with anything else since he has enough on his plate but damn sometimes I just wanna slap that girl” Shaking her head, she set her drink back down behind the bar and patted you on the shoulder. “She doesn’t fuck with me anymore cause I found her hookin up with a guy in the bathroom that clearly had not been her sugar daddy at the time. She doesn’t want me telling people she was getting it doggystyle in the mens restroom despite her not being with her sugardaddy anymore. Like i don’t like her but embrace your hoe nature, it’s not like we can’t all tell what she’s about so why try to be something you different” With a shrug of her shoulders she looked at the blonde who had been hanging at her large table. “She gives you shit cause you’re hotter than she is and her customers are currently drooling over you. They’re portably tired of her fake high pitched ‘nice’ voice and her fried from being over bleached extensions that almost land in their drinks.” Winking a bronze eyeshadow covered eye at you she made her way back to her tables and you got started on an order of Blue Kamikazes.

You had felt a pair of eyes on you as you continued your work until the same blonde haired man from earlier walked up to the bar yet again. “What if I wanted to buy you some shots?”  he asked and you looked towards Hobi who had been serving up a margarita on the rocks. “You’d had to ask my boss” With his lips breaking into a smile you had to admit was pretty to look at. “Hobi and I go way back but I wanted to make sure it was okay with you first” Waving Hobi towards the two of you, you noticed Hobi smile as he walked up “HEEY Nathan wassup man?” With a handshake and a bro fist the two men had just done you cocked an eyebrow.

“He wants to buy me shots” With a nod of his head, Nathan added “I also wanted to know if she wanted to come take those shots at the table for a bit since you aren’t as busy right now” Hobi had looked to you to see how you felt about it. “I mean I don’t mind but I don’t want to leave you here alone, plus I don’t know how you feel about drinking on the job.” A laugh left the redheads lips as he shook his head.

“Well considering I’ve already had a Long Island and a few shots that were bought for me i’d be a hypocrite if i said you couldn’t do the same. Keenans rules are : As long as you’re not shitfaced and are able to comprehend what you are doing and doing it right then drinking is fine. The man sips an Irish coffee when he works, and the Iced Tea that Sienna is sipping always has a shot of Rum in it. So if you wanna go for a bit that’s more than fine, we aren’t that busy right now” He said gesturing his hands to the patrons who mostly sitting with a drink already situated in their hands, you guys had make quick work of the crowd that had gathered earlier and while their was still a large number of people in Lennons, Hobi was right. Most people were sipping their drinks and enthralled in their conversations or dancing to the music that resounded throughout the building.

Cocking a well done brow you faced Nathan. “What kind of shots are you ordering?” The smile on his lips had gotten bigger is possible and you shared the smile. “Whatever you want.” With a look behind you, you reached out to grab a bottle of Patron Reposado. “y/n out here picking the not so cheap stuff, I like.” Hobi said with a smile and a thumbs up before he walked back to a couple that ordered to Budd Ultras. 

“I’ll get them prepped and bring them to you. How many do you want?” Pursing his lips, Nathan turned around to count the patrons at the table. “There’s about 8 of us so maybe like 10 or 12? depending on how many you can or want to drink” Smirking towards the blond man in his white button up shirt he had tucked into his light grey business slacks you pulled a tray from the counter behind you. “I can hold my liquor and I quite like Tequila so 12 it is.”

With an ok and a wide smile, he made his way back to the table and you watched as Katrina looked from him to you and back again with a roll of her eyes as she draped an arm around the back of a chair that seated a dark haired man. Her other hand had been propped on the chair next to the dark haired mans where an ashy blonde haired man sat. You couldn’t see either of the men as they had their back facing you but you shrugged off the ugly look she sent your way.

Your rings clinked against the shot glasses as you lined them up on the bar before pouring the tequila into a shaker with a few tubes of ice to chill it. Rimming each glass with lime juice you then dipped them into a rimmer that had been filled with sea salt and lime beer salt. With a shake of the shaker you ran emptied the liquid into the shot glasses from left to right and after risking the shaker you placed each glass onto the tray you had to the right of your arm. Filling a bowl with slices of lime you placed that too onto the tray and told Hobi you’d be back to which he nodded out a “have fun!” and you smiled at his “Drink them under the table”. To which you replied that you weren’t even going to be drinking a lot.

Making your way to Katrinas biggest table as you weaved through the bodies of people and other tables, you sat the tray down in the center and looked to Nathan. “Here’s your round.” You hear Katrina scoff and your eyes met hers with a cock of your eyebrow. “Nate why didn’t you just have me get them for you? She’s a bartender not a server dummy.”

“I invited her to drink a shot or two with us since iv’e never seen her around here before.” Placing her manicured hand onto the shoulder of the dark haired man to her right she sighed. “That’s cause she started like yesterday and ugh straight Tequila? I’m sure y/n doesn’t want that, right sweetie? She probably has drinks she needs to learn how to make anyways.”

With a cock of your head you rimmed an index finger among the rim of the vessel that held the lime slices. “I picked these shots first of all and secondly I don’t have any drinks that I need to 'learn how to make’ right now. Hobi doesn’t have a problem with me being here so neither should you not that its any of your business what I do or don’t do and “Sweetie” I do want to drink these nice shots of Patron Reposado that features notes of Honey, Agave and Pepper.” You watched as her face scrunched up before she flung her hair over her right shoulder as mumbled what you swore you heard as ‘bitch’.

Smiling at the look on her face your eyes trailed down her hand that had been gripping a mans shoulder. Following the line of her arm your eyes trailed up the black silk button up shirt that had a few buttons unbuttoned revealing a swirl of black ink imprinted on skin underneath, trailing up the collar to the neck of the man your eyebrows rose immediately when you took in his face and those Honey colored eyes. It was the same man who’s cart ran into yours at the grocery store. Your stomach fluttered as you felt the same pull to him you had felt the first time you had looked up and seen him in the pasta aisle. You noticed his gaze never left yours even as you gulped and shifted your cranberry colored smokey eyed gaze to Nathan who stood beside you, you could still feel his gaze on your form.

Nathan had handed shots and a lime to everyone at the table including Katrina who hadn’t looked too happy at you being at her table. You clutched the glass vessel that housed the cool light amber colored liquid in your hand as Nathan said a toast aloud, a countdown from 3 was said and you licked at the rim of the glass letting the lime flavored salt coat your tongue before you tipped your head back and let the agave flavored liquid slide down your throat.

With a smirk you watched as Katrina struggled with the liquid, her teeth biting furiously into the lime wedge to rid herself of the taste while her face scrunched up. A few of the men at the table hadn’t wanted to mix tequila with what you noticed as bourbon in their glasses and that had left 6 more shots on the tray.

Nathan wrapped a hand around your shoulder as he asked if you wanted another to which you smirked, a ‘hell yeah’ leaving your lips. You lined up two more shots just for yourself and earned a look from Nathan. You were pulling a lime wedge out of the bowl to squeeze into your Tequila prior to drinking when a tattooed hand bumped into yours reaching for a shot. Looking upwards, your eyes met that of the man from the grocery store and his spicy, woodsy scent that reminded you of leaves burning on a cold winter night while you sat on a log roasting marshmallows under the soft moon light, invaded your nostrils causing your senses to feel as it they were lit aflame. The moment was interrupted by Katrina grabbing a shot as well, one of her nails trailing up the forearm of the man leaning in front of you.

Pulling back from the tray, you waiting as Nathan called another countdown after the blonde man that was sat next to the dark haired man that you were currently at a daze over his scent had taken the last shot. Licking the rim of one of your glasses, you gaze flicked upwards to the man who’s gaze stared deep into your mind and body. Resting the first glass again your bottom lip you waiting until Nathan counted down to 1 before you tipped your head back, swallowing the liquid down. You then reached down to the second shot glass and swallowed that shot down as well without so much as a slight grimace on your face. Letting the glass clink against the table as you brought it down, you closed your eyes relishing in the flavor of the reposado.

“Fuck man, she can drink them down” a brunette next to Nathan let out and you smiled a thanks. “Whats your name pretty lady?” asked that same man. Placing your empty shot glasses back onto the tray with you first you tried to clean up the table a little. “I’m y/n the new bartender” you said with a quirk of your lips at the man who had been ogling your short but curvy frame. “I’m Teddy, you already know Nathan and that’s Jerrod, Yuto, George, Luis, Jimin and Jungkook” Your eyes followed the bodies of each man as he said their name in order until they landed on the dark haired man you now knew as Jungkook. The name rolled off of your tongue in your brain and your gaze landed on the many hoop earrings dangling from one of his ears that had glinted under the dim lights from between strands of dark hair. You mumbled out a ‘nice to meet you all’ before bidding them goodbye to get back behind the bar to help Hobi with the small group of people that had started to form at the bar and to stop yourself from staring at Jungkook. Your boots clacked against the sticky floor as you walked to the sink to wash your hands after you told Hobi you were back.

Wiping down the glassware you had just finished cleaning, you placed them back in their specific areas as Hobi finished locking the front door after all the patrons had left. Sienna had just finished wiping down the tables while Katrina swept and mopped when she practically skipped up to you, the skirt of her orange dress swaying around her thighs “I saw you drinking at the ‘it’ table, Katrina HATES when any of us serve them so seeing you not only serve them but drink with them like a Mother fucking BOSS was like icing on the cake.” You practically cackled at the way she had worded what had happened with her hands flailing dramatically. “Here girl, let me get your number we should go out sometime. I can show you all the cool spots.” Handing you her phone, you entered your number before handing her back her cellphone and bidding her goodbye as she took her leave.

Hobi had once again walked you home and you practically jumped onto your bed face first. Kicking your shoes and jeans off, you pulled a pair of soft cotton grey jogger style pajama bottoms over your legs and changed into your navy blue Scooby Doo t shirt. Keenan had given you the day off tomorrow since he was going in to fix the schedule so you’d be able to properly clock in the following Thursday. You had asked Hobi if he was sure that he didn’t need any help tomorrow but he let you know Oscar was going to be working with him and to enjoy your day off.

Fluffing your light grey cotton comforter around your body, you plugged in your phone to charge and turned the knob on your shaded lamp to turn it off. You had placed a few lavender buds from Taehyungs plant he grew for you into your pillowcase above your pillow to hopefully induce sweet dreams and a good sleep with a silent plea to Hypnos. Closing your eyes, you inhaled the herbal scent of the lavender and let it put you to sleep.

It was around 6pm when your phone rang causing you to pause your marathon of Netflix cooking shows to see who’s name had popped up on your phone screen.

“Hey Sienna.” the other girl on the line returned your hello before you informed you of why she had been calling. “I heard you were off from Hobi earlier and I wanted to know if you wanted to go out tonight? I’m off and could use a Girls night.” Your brow rose a little at the thought of why or how Hobi had told her why you were off but you shrugged it off. “Honestly, that sounds like so much fun. I’ve only been here a week but I’d like to see more that just my apartments, Lennons and the neighborhood grocery store” you giggled and heard the other girl laugh as well.

“Yay! I’m so excited. We’re going to fuck it up!! Wanna meat at my place or yours? Know what? Maybe your’s is better so you don’t have to come all the way over here with directions in a city you don’t know too much about yet.” Texting her your address you smiled when she said she’d be over in about an hour to get ready together.

Swinging your legs off of you couch after you had hung up, you placed your empty bowl of ramen into the sink to dishwasher. Gripping a matchbook in your left hand, you struck the wood against the side and brought the flame to the lemon and mint essential oil infused candle that sat atop your kitchen counter to brighten the mood and mask the smell of spicy ramen that lingered from your earlier cooking.

Flicking your bathroom lights on, you turned the knob on the shower to warm and stripped out of your pajamas that you were lounging in. Stepping under the warm stream you got to work on washing your hair, massaging the tips of your fingers on your scalp to work the shampoo in. With a rinse of the suds you smoothed your buttery conditioner into the palms of your hands and smoothed them over your long tresses before wrapping your hair up into a makeshift bun.

Squeezing your sandalwood and rose scented body wash onto your fluffy lavender colored loofah, you started to scrub the pouf onto your body making sure to be gentle but give your body a proper exfoliation. After rising your body you turned the stream of water away from your body so that the water wouldn’t rinse away your shaving cream before you got to remove the unwanted hairs. 

When you were as “bald as when you were born” as your mom liked to put it, you gently cleansed your face and brushed your teeth with the steri-pod covered toothbrush and toothpaste you kept in your shower. Feeling clean all over, you un did the bun from your hair and rinsed the conditioner. Turning off the water, you stepped onto your bathmat and wrapped a fluffy towel from the towel rod around your body and one in your hair.

When your doorbell rang thirty minutes later you had already blow-dried your hair and slipped into your undergarments and a comfy robe. “It smells so good in here” Sienna pointed out after entering your apartment and encircled you a friendly hug.

You covered your candle in your kitchen to blow out the flame before taking her to your room so you all could get ready. Sienna was going through your closet to find you a ‘sexy ass’ outfit while you curled your hair in soft waves. You were combing your eyebrows hairs into place before running a brow pencil over the sparse areas when Sienna exclaimed startling you slightly. 

Turning your body to face your closet, Sienna had held up a pair of leather shorts and a mess long sleeve top while a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrow. Shaking your head you agreed to her outfit of choice for you to wear and continued your makeup application.

With both of your outfits lying on your bed, your new friend got to work on her makeup as well and insisted you do her eyeshadow since at work you had it ‘blended to the gods’ as she put it.

A pass of your highlighter brush over your cheekbones and your makeup was complete. Looking into the mirror on your desk, your eyes dazzled with your deep purple and wine colored halo styled eyeshadow. The light pink almost opal colored glitter you placed on the lightest part of your halo style lid sparkled under the lights of your bedroom from between your fluffy false lashes. Light pink and champagne colored highlighter sat above your countered cheekbones complimented your eyeshadow and mauve blush. Pursing your berry  colored stained lips you sprayed a layer of setting spray over your work to act as a protective shield from the dancing and drinking you knew would commence tonight.

Standing your from chair you began to get dressed with the clothes sitting atop your bed that Sienna had picked out for you while she was also getting dressed in your bathroom. You pulled your black mesh top over your head and pushed your arms through the long sleeves of the material then smoothing the top over your black lacy bra. Pulling the leather skin tight shorts over your thighs you secured them with a snap of their button and a pull of their zipper. 

You had been pulling the black suede heeled mid-thigh boots over your crew socks when Sienna entered your bedroom. “Girl you look H O T, like a Spicy mami!” Blushing at her compliment you stood in your now zippered boots and gestured to her body.

“Dude you look AMAZING, if i’m hot your on fire!” Sienna swayed her hips that were being hugged in a pair of mid wash boyfriend jeans that were tight in all the right places. Her yellow silk strapless top was held up by the fabric wrapping itself around her neck and creating a peephole in the middle of her cleavage, the top ended over her navel and showed off the rich ebony skin of her torso that was practically glowing with her shimmery dry body oil. Her feet had been in a pair of yellow stiletto heals that matched her top perfectly. Her natural mid length curls bounced with each step she took towards you with her phone in her hand.

After you finished accessorizing with a plethora of silver rings and matching simplistic  earrings you posed for a picture with Sienna for her snapchat. The both of you posted multiple pictures and videos on your story before her phone rang. 

Hanging up the receiver she smiled her deep nude glossy covered lips. “The girls just got to the club, let’s go!” You pulled your small cross body over your frame after throwing in everything you needed for the night and followed her out of your front door.

Stepping put of the uber you could already hear the loud bass thumping from inside the deep grey colored building, it’s overhead neon purple lights framing the name gave it a hip and edgy vibe.

Your heeled boots clacked against the concrete pavement as you followed Sienna who had by passed the long line and walked right up to the bouncer. “SiSi!” the tall muscular man exclaimed encircled the woman you were with in a hug. “Chance this is y/n, she works with me and Hobi at Lennons, y/n this is Chance my cousin.” Shaking his hand you could help but smile at the warm smile the older gentleman gave you, the smile resembling that of Sienna. Waving you both inside after he told you both her friends were at the bar, you followed her through the massive crowds of bodies to the large bar that glowed with the same color neon purple lights from outside.

A woman with short blonde hair leaned her deep fuchsia bodycon dress covered body against the counter of the bar while talking to a taller thin man in a printed short sleeve button up Versace top tucked into a pair of black pants. Wrapping her arms around the pair, Sienna then introduced you all. The woman’s name was Stacey and she pulled your body in for a hug as well before calling over the bartender to order a round of shots. The man you now knew as Julio puckered his gloss covered lips placing kisses on both of your cheeks.

“Mami you’re gorgeous! I mean i’m gorgeous too but aren’t we all a group of hot bitches?” Julio yelled out and your lips curled upwards in a big smile. You knew you were going to like Stacey and Julio. 

The music thumped around you as you watched Julio pose for a selfie on his snapchat, You were already 4 shots and 2 drinks in and your body was feeling the familiar tingly of your buzz.

“Bitch this is the jam!” Stacey shouted, her fingers curling around your and Julio’s wrists to pull you to the dance floor. Maneuvering through the throngs of bodies swaying to the beats you all eventuated settled yourself into a makeshift circle. 

Moving your hips to the beat, you wrapped your arms around Julios hips as he twerked his ass onto your hips and giggled as he and stacey shouted the lyrics to WAP. Stacey stood in front of Julio and you both sandwiched his body between yours rapping to Meg the Stallions second verse wagging your tongues as you ended the “When I ride the dick imma spell my name, AHH!” 

Dancing to the second song you were about to ask why Sienna hadn’t joined to all on the dance floor after she had left to restroom earlier when your eyes spotted her leaning agains the bar talking to none other than Hobi. A big smile donned her face as she giggled at what you could assume was a joke. “Loverboy is here! damn he’s got a nice ass look at those hips” Julio said and earned a smack on his bare chest courtesy of his row of unbuttoned buttons from Stacey. “Don objectify Siennash love interesst, that’s lihhk..lihke inshest” she slightly slurred. 

“Honey I’m just appreciating his body” batting his lashes Julio smiled at the blonde. You three had been dancing and laughing at jokes when Sienna followed by Hobi came pushing through bodies to get to you all. Sitting a shot glass of blue liquid you assumed to be a blue kamikaze in your hand, Hobi greeted you with that cheerful smile of his and a hello.

Sienna’s phone flashlight shined on your faces as Julio shouted out a “Cheers Bitches”, the clinking of your glasses in a toast followed by the cold liquid flowing down you throat fueled your ongoing buzz. 

“I’m buying ussh nother shot” Stacey cheered and skipped over to the bar in her god scrappy heels. You had to have had a worried look on your face when Julio wrapped one of his arms around your shoulders “Babe don’t worry, we took an uber over and we’re roomies to she will be safe even if she gets batshit drunk.” With an “okay okay just making sure” your eyes traveled to the blonde that Julio was walking over to to help with carrying her plethora of shots that she teetered on a black circular tray.

Julio held the tray in one of his hands as you all huddled around in a circle. People dancing around you all cast their gazes on your new friends as they cheered the chorus of “shots shots shots”. The tray held various types of shots that you tried to discern by color and scent. 

Everyone picked their shot and or shots as you all clinked another cheers with a smile to the cellphone Sienna held in her nude nail polished oval shaped nails for what you heard was for her insta. 

The first shot you had picked was another Blue Kamikaze, the familiar blue semi sweet liquid almost refreshing on your tongue. Placing the glass onto the tray still balanced on Julios non occupied hand, you then picked up your second shot, a Pineapple upside down cake. The cake vodka mixed with the pineapple juice and grenadine reminding you of the sweet moist cake you loved to indulge on.

“I also ordered us a round of blow jobs shots” Julio said with a wink and you swore you saw Sienna blushing. Following the man in the Versace shirt to the bar, you all with the exception of Hobi who said the taste of Kahlua didn’t mesh with his Corona. 

The bartender finished the top of each shot glass with an ample amount of whip cream and pushed the shots forward in front of each of you. 

A sudden creep of heat made its way up your spine and you swore you felt as if someone was staring at the back of your body. Not wanting to turn around and make it obvious you tried to cast a sideways glance at where you felt the gaze coming from. Your eyes were met by a sea of bodies and before you could look any further, Julio announced it was time to take the shots the “proper” way. 

With a shake of your head and a smirk, you leaned your head down to be eye level with the bar. A “Get that dick” left Julios lips and you all leaned down to take the shot. The tip of your tongue peeked out from the seam of your lips and licked a tiny amount of whip cream off of the top. Wrapping your mouth in a small ‘O’ around the rim of the glass, you tipped your head back and stood up letting the coffee flavored liquid run own your throat. Gripping the glass from your lips that were still wrapped around it, you placed it on the counter and licked at your bottom lip where whip cream had smooshed out of when you wrapped your lips around the glass.

“Bitch i’m feeling drunk” Julio giggled and you shook your head telling him and Stacey to sip some water before they started dancing again. With a reluctant nod, the blonde agreed and ordered a bottle of water for herself and for her roommate. Sienna was blushing hard to your right, you noticed Hobi watched her lick her lips from residual liquid still on them. With a knowing smile you once again felt that same gaze center on your form.

Turning around, your eyes searched for that gaze. Looking through the sea of gyrating bodies illuminated only by the blue and purple LED lights and flurry of soft rainbow lights on disco lights from atop the dance floor. 

Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes met those of Jungkook, his burning gaze fixated on you as you stood against the bar. You felt this pull to him that you couldn’t describe other than how a matchstick struck a matchbook and was engulfed in flame.

You wanted, no needed to ask why he was here, why he was staring at you, why you felt this pull of sorts. You didn’t get to ask any of those questions though as your body was pulled by Sienna and Stacey to a spot near the middle of the dance floor.

“try to stop me i’m like no way, no way” you let the songs beat and it’s lyrics rule your body as you moved your hips to the beat. Sienna and Stacey sandwiched you between them as you all moved in sync, swaying your hips left and right.

“I can feel it in my brain” Hobi and Julio joined you all on the dance floor and you watched as his arms encircled Sienna's causing you to smile. You, Julio and Sienna danced in a circle while the dim LED lights cast a cool glow.

“Try to fuck me i’m like okay okay” Fingers brushed themselves along the sides of your waist and before you could turn around and ask ‘who the fuck’ touched you, you felt a searing yet comfortable heat from those fingers that you could only attribute to the same as when that man looked at you.

Tilting your head to the side, you leaned your head back against what you thought would be his chest. With a tighter grip on your hips, the man pressed against you slightly and swayed your bodies to the music. 

As the song shifted to ‘Such a Whore, Stellular Remix” You bit your lip and let your hips ground back against him in small circular motions. Your eyes fluttered close as the beat took over your body, your body abuzz with the alcohol in your system and one of your hands drifted it way up into your hair as you slithered down under your knees bent. Swaying your hips left to right, you raised yourself to a standing position again and Jungkook pulled you closer to him, a hand splaying itself over your belly.

“Jungkook” you softly whispered. Your body was spun around and you were suddenly staring at the man who’s gaze lit you ablaze with curiosity. Eyes trailing downward you took in his silky black shirt unbuttoned at the top to show off his clavicle that was illuminated by the blue light emitting from overhead. Daring your eyes further, you looked over his leather skin tight pants that accentuated every muscle that rippled on his thighs. On his feet were black leather dress boots. Flicking your eyes back up to his face, his honey colored eyes were partially covered by his long dark silky looking waves but you could see a hint of deep kohl on his lash line accentuating his gaze. Several silver earring lined his ears and glinted against the lights much like the sweat on his clavicle had.

“You remembered my name” left his sweet like honey yet alluringly deep voice and you felt your stomach clench. Nodding your head your breath hitched when he leaned his face closer to yours, his lips just brushing yours. “Why do you feel like this? Why do you feel like raw power that I should be afraid of? but all I want to do is hold you right now?” Pulling back slightly your eyebrows furrows at his odd questions.

 “What..do you mean.. power?” you muttered. “y/n I know you’re a Magick holder, can’t you feel me too? Isn’t that why you keep looking my way?” he whispered into the shell of you ear, careful of dancers close by. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t have Magick, I never have.”

“You don’t have to lie, I can feel it and it’s strong.. almost scary. From the first time I saw you at that grocery store I felt it. It’s like my mind and my Magick was telling me to stay away but a part of me wants to get closer.” Pulling back from your ear Jungkook looked you straight in the eye and you could feel the truth in his gaze but you couldn’t help but feel like he was mistaken.

A shiver of ice cold air ran up your spine and you pulled back from his embrace. Your head started to feel fuzzy and you stepped towards your friends bidding them goodbye with a made up excuse of needing to get home because your heels were hurting you and you could feel the blisters forming. Hobi and Sienna had insisted on driving you home as he had brought his car but you shook it off, telling them you had already ordered an Uber with a wave of your cellphone. 

“Fine but promise you’ll text when you get home?” Sienna called out to you after you had hugged them all goodbye and exchanged numbers with Stacey and Julio. With a yes you made your way to the door and bid her cousin goodbye as well.

Standing against the wall between the club and one of a currently closed restaurant, you took in deep breaths of fresh air. You knew you needed to actually call an Uber but you wanted to take a few more breaths and center yourself first. Pulling your phone from your small bag, you opened the Uber app and searched for the nearest one. 

Clicking the icon of a nearby Uber you were checking their score as that same ice cold shiver ran up your spine. This time it had felt stronger, almost like it was incasing you in a block of ice that you couldn’t escape. Your hands began to shake while you clutched your phone and your breaths had started to smoke as you exhaled. 

“Here you are little dove” Snapping your head up, your eyes landed on a tall man who had been standing in the shadows between both buildings. His footsteps echoed against the concrete and as he got closer you took in how pale he had looked. It’s as if his skin almost took on a light blue hue when he shifted in his steps, his long black trench coat flowing behind him as he neared your shaking form.

“Who are you?” you grit out through your teeth, no matter how much this mans aura scared you, you wouldn’t go down without a fight. With a wicked smile of his bright white teeth, his steely blue eyes met yours. Reaching out, his finger lightly brushed against the skin of you left cheek causing it to feel as if it was burning from dry ice. 

Raising a hand you pushed his touch away from your face and pulled out your pocky knife with your other hand. Steeling your gaze you willed your body to stop shaking. “Don’t touch me! I have a knife and there’s plenty of people nearby. I swear i’ll fucking cut you and scream for help.” With a sinister chuckle the man quirked an eyebrow at you, taking interest in the blade clutched in your small palm.

“Can’t you feel the magic that’s blocking us from measly humans? My sweet, they can’t hear you and you should know that knife won’t do a thing if it’s out of your hands” With a flick of his palm, light blue smoke encircled you and a dagger made out of ice was shot your way slicing at the flesh of your hand as you dropped the knife. “just like this”

Bending down you quickly reached for the knife but were pushed against the concrete wall you were standby near. The water puddles that littered the floor were streaming upwards towards the mans hands and forming ice dagger like blades that were sent hurdling to your form and effectively pinned you agains the wall as they embed themself into the wall.

“What the fuck do you want from me?!” You yelled out as you wiggled your body in an attempt to get away from the man and this alleyway.

“I just want to get to know you, to get to know the person with this surging power that oh so enticing.” Steeping towards you, his fingers ran down the sides of your arms causing you to spit out “fuck you’s" from your lips.

“I don’t fucking have any power you dickwad and i sure as hell down’t want to get to know you. What kind of person gets to know somebody by slicing their hand with a dagger and embedding ice daggers around their body so they can’t escape?” With a tsk he sniggered “My, my, what a naughty mouth you have here. I just wanted to get to know you, you’re the one that pulled out a knife.” gripped his hands around your shoulder he pressed his face against the curve of your neck and inhaled. 

“You feel like a thousand hells and I need more.” Feeling a wet appendage against your neck you knew you needed to get out of here. With all of your strength you pushed forward and freed up your left leg enough to kick him in the balls with you black heeled boot. With the unexpected kick, his power was paused as he clutched his nether regions and flung his body backwards.

Feeling the ice daggers weaken slightly you pulled the rest of your body from the wall and kicked towards his frame once again, this time hitting the bottom of his chin which sent him further backwards. 

Jogging forwards, you felt the magic like barrier around you coming closer to an end before you were being pulled back by ice cold hands and flung onto the floor. Wiping the blood dribbling from his mouth onto the back of his hand the man climbed on top of you reading a hand upwards to your neck. Your neck felt as if it had a noose made of frostbite and he clutched it between his fingers squeezing hard but not enough to kill.

“Little dove wants to fight? Why don’t you show me your true power, your true Magick and we can be even? Come on, tell me your name and show me your power. Iv’e needed to meet you since I first saw you enter this club. I was minding my business about to get laid but i felt your energy and I knew I needed to feel it even more.”

Mustering a “Fuck you” You spit out at his face and felt his fingers squeeze harder causing blurry white dots flood your vision. Coughing out air you wondered if this was how you’d die. By a creepy man with the power of Water who could make it into ice and wield it like nobody you had seen before who had been crazy and convinced you had power you didn’t actually have. In an alleyway next to a bar where you had just made friends at. On your first week in the city where you’d start your new life. 

Gasping for air you mumbled a series of non finished words as you hoped by some miracle you’d make it out of here. You were kicking yourself in the ass that you had left the lanyard your mother gave you back at your apartment as it didn’t fit in your bag with its hanging crystals. Even if it hadn’t done anything protection wise, you knew it would bring you peace and serenity that you needed had this been your last moments. 

A loud yell of something you couldn’t quite make out was heard and a ball of blue inferno flame encircled in a ball of deep blood red flame was sent hurdling towards the man on top of you. The mans body was found off of you as he clutched his chest from the flame that had burned through his clothes and caused a layer of skin you singe off. With a loud scream he hurdled himself armed with a slew of ice daggers and a surrounding of ice cold wind towards where the fire ball came from.

Gasping in short breaths your hands clutched at your neck as you attempted to sit up, feeling lightheaded you closed your eyes and took in a deep breath. Willing your eyes back open you took in the sight in front of you. The man was throwing daggers and snow flurries towards who you had noticed as Jungkook. 

Steadying your breath you stood up onto your knees while you tried to regain some control of your body. A row of flame encircled you as a barrier of sorts and your eyes met that of Jungkooks, although he didn’t say a word you knew he was asking you to stay put. 

The man of ice landed a blow on Jungkooks chest and sliced through his shirt causing you to stand abruptly on your shaky knees. Gripping the man between his hands, Jungkook flung him onto the floor and the two grappled around in a physical match fueled by their different powers and obvious fighting skills.

With a shriek from the man who had attacked you, you watched as Jungkooks fist encircled in flames landed on his face and the smell of burning skin permeated your nose. An ice dagger was sent your way and sliced the side of your left cheek. Before you could register the warm blood flowing down your skin, flames engulfed the alleyway as the man wiggled his way out of Jungkooks gasp while the latter had snapped his attention to you as he watched the dagger slice your flesh before his flames could melt it.

The flames dulled as he ran his way towards you after he sent a series of bursts of flames towards the man who narrowly escaped the alleyway. The bursts soaked into the magic barrier that was invisible to the naked eye. 

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked after he brushed a thumb along the small cut on your cheek causing your eyebrows to furrow as you slightly winced at the action. With a nod of your head he shook his head and looked down towards his shoes that were covered in soot like ashes “I’m sorry I didn’t get here earlier, I could feel that you were in trouble but his barrier was strong and I couldn’t hardly sense where you were until I conjured one of my own.” Wrapping your arms around your body that was one again shivering you shook your head and tapped his shoulder so he could look at you. “It’s ok..thank…you for uh saving me” The most beautiful smile adorned the gorgeous mans face and his pink lips stretched along his teeth. “No need to thank me i’m just glad I got here before it ended it worse.”

“I don’t…I don’t think he would’ve killed me. I feel like he wanted to knock me out. For what I’m not sure but he kept talking about wanting to get to know me and wanting to get closer and more of the energy of my power” mumbling out the last part your teeth chattered against one another.

Your body was encircled by large arms into a warm hug that eased your mind and cold body after Jungkook had noticed your teeth chattered and your arms wrapped around yourself. His naturally warm body aided with his active power helped you to warm up fast.

“I told you you had power. I can feel it y/n. Iv’e never felt anything like it before. It like its telling me to run. But then it’s like that thought is cut off by another saying to help.” 

Shaking your head your fists began to shake in anger, you had had it with people saying you had something you didn’t. You were just attacked for having a supposed ‘power’ for The Goddesses sake and now this extremely attractive man was telling you he could ‘feel it’. You were fucking ordinary, you always had been and always were. All of your life, you were protective magickally and non magickally by your friends and family. An active power user would make fun of you for not being like your parents and your friends would set them straight. This was why you moved to this God damn city, to get away form being protected, to live your life on your own and rely on yourself. You just fucking got here and all this shit kept happening, the nightmares, the feelings of being watched, Jungkook, and now the creepy ass man. You were fucking done! why couldn’t you just live your FUCKING LIFE!

Jungkook watched as one of your pupils began to darken as your fists curled and uncurled. Soon your eye was encompassed fully in black. Black smoke like tendrils weaved their way from your shaking palms and an immense power filled the space causing Jungkook’s soul to buzz in fear. It felt like lighting was repeatedly striking the area causes massive pulses in power. Your veins started to darken to an inky black color under your skin and you felt yourself beginning to burst in anger. With an angered yell, the tendrils whipped towards the wall you had been held against earlier and turned into obsidian like spears as they came in contact with the concrete. The power causing major holes to rip through the wall and into the condemned restaurant. A large puff of smoke blasted through the area as stone began to further fall from the holes your spears had made. 

The only feeling that could describe how you felt right now was fear. You feared for what you had just seen your physical form do. You feared for the thoughts that had been running rampant in your head telling you to do much worse. You feared that you’d never be the same and you feared of what would become of you.

Tears escaped your ducts and flowed along your ruined makeup covered cheeks. Taking in the scene of destruction you had caused, you repeated a flurry of ‘sorrys’ before being pulled against Jungkook who told you it would all be okay. “Hey, shhh. Lets get you cleaned up and home, okay?”

Pulling you along with him with an arm wrapped around your shoulders, he walked you both out of his barrier and closed it with a wave of his hand as you both stepped onto the concrete and walked to the nearby parking lot. Turning around you stared at the alleyway that had been covered in soot and rumble littering the floor. It seemed as if the scene never even happened, there was no smoke in the air, the building that had holes it it seemed to repair itself and the piles of rubble were seemingly swept away by a metaphorical broom. Next to it stood the club you had been in earlier that night, patrons were exiting the bar laughing and talking as if nothing had happened in the alleyway next to it, as if you hadn’t just caused holes in the building next to it. As if you hadn’t been fighting for your life earlier. As if Jungkook hadn’t conjured Inferno fire. 

At that last thought your head whipped around to his when you both reached a sleek black Audi two door with matching black rims. “you have inferno fire!” you almost yelled out as he opened the door for you but held back a little in fear of someone hearing you as you were still in public. With a hard gulp causing his Adams apple to bob furiously, he nodded and rounded the car to the drivers side door entering the black leather interior.

“But how? Thats extremely rare, if that man hadn’t had ice like armor covering his body I know you would’ve disintegrated him” With a small shake of his head, his gaze was now covered by his long hair as his gaze focused on the road in front of him. Turning the key into the ignition, the car roared to life. “His armor didn’t matter, if I wanted to disintegrate him I would’ve.. I conjured the ball to be encircled with red flame to not be nearly as powerful. I figured you didn’t want a body to burn and turn into ash in front of you.. the screams would’ve been..unsightly.”

With wide eyes you buckled your seat belt and told him your address after he asked, watching his car pull onto the road and head to the destination of your apartment.

That’s the end of chapter 1. I worked really mf hard on this and revised certain scenes like 10 times lol. I used my knowledge of Magick and natural remedies to aid in the writing of this series. Books were a great source of research as well that i literally have been going over and over to make sure I got certain aspects right. I’m also fortunate to have a local occult shop that has vast knowledge in these sort of things.

All chants and ‘spells’ used that are not of my own making belong to their rightful owners and I will try to mention them by name in this section if I can find them

Books I own that served as research and inspo are:

Crystal Healing by Ann Crane

Blackthorns Botanical Magic by Amy Blackthorn 

The Inner Temple of Witchcraft by Christopher Penczak

The spell used after y/n got out pf the shower to calm herself is called Chant for Peace of Mind by an unknown author and shared by Realm of the Witch 

I really hope you enjoy chapter 1 of Seance Season

-C or Potittiess

so if you didn’t know, a few hours ago in Atlanta a white man walked into a massage parlor and deliberately shot six asian women dead. anti-asian hate crimes are at an all time high all around the world and world leaders and the medias continue to reinforce sinophobia and xenophobia every single day without any repercussions.

here is a link to a carrd to educate yourself on anti-asianness with ways to help the asian community around the world.

Arrangements Ch 1

Title: Arrangements. Chapter Title: It’s just a little crush.

Pairing: Lim Sejun x Reader. Mentions of Choi Byungchan and non mentions of Do Hanse, Heo Chan, Kang Seungsik, Han Seungwoo and Jun Subin as well as OC’s.

Summary: He was the aggravating fuckboy roommate of your best friends but maybe that’s what caused you to agree to such an arrangement. But will the arrangement work out? Between mutual friends, his other hookups and a certain romantic interest on your part, this could all be trouble.

Words: 6,500

Rating: PG13 but will eventually become M

Genre for this Chapter: College! au, Angst.

Tags/Warnings: Drinking, Mentions of sexual scenarios, mentions of possible drug use (a roofie), Mentions of someone possibly wanting to take advantage of someone (While Nothing happens I need to put this as a warning as it can trigger some past experiences readers have had)

Fic Series inspired Playlist Link:

Taglist: @a-mess-of-fandoms @dnyad

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You hated Lim Sejun and his band of one night stands. Before anybody assumes it’s a case of “oh she has it bad for him and she’s just jealous” you were in no way into him like that and in no way jealous of the Grey haired man you dubbed ‘FookBoi’ nor his female companions. He simply cramped your style.

When he moved into your best friends apartment as a third roommate you thought you’d have the same dynamic with your friends that you had had for about a year before his sudden appearance. But you were sorely mistaken.

It was Friday night and you had your body sprawled over the deep grey fabric of the couch with your sock covered feet lying on your best friend Do Hanses blanket covered lap. Byungchan had occupied the black leather like single seat to your right and you all were currently debating on whether or not twins were creepy. The debate brought to you by you all watching The Shining once again.

“How could you even think twins are creepy? It’s clearly just the matching outfits with the head tilting that eludes to the creepy factor” you were thrown into a fit of laughter as Hanse imitated the twin’s expression when Johnny first saw them, his lip ring glinting in the soft shadows of the single lit lamp to his right. Byungchans dimples were on full display as he couldn’t help but laugh as well. You really did try not to blush at his adorable face. You had a thing for one of your best friends and you couldn’t help it, your small crush had existed for around 8 months are you knew it was a matter of time before it was known.

You were admiring his soft contours of his face down to his defined jawline and back up to lip plump lips curled upward around his teeth as his focus was still on Hanses face when the front door slammed open causing you three to jump in surprise. Hanse grabbed your feet as if to use your unicorn print covered appendages to shield himself from the big scary monster he assumed had not only come through his front door but also used a key.

As you tore your gaze away from the man you had been admiring you looked up to see Lim Sejun walking passed the back of the couch with some blonde traipsing her body on his ebony leather jacket covered shoulder. He threw you a smirk as he had undoubtedly witnessed your admiration for his roommate. “Enjoy your movie” was all that left his lips before you heard a woman’s giggle and the closing of his door followed by a hard thump.

Pulling your feet back to your body you crossed your soft cotton short covered legs and snatched a fist full of buttery salty popcorn from the shared bowl in the center of the dark wooden coffee table situated in front of you. Hanse pulled the off white blanket closer to his body and used a black nail polish covered finger to press play on your movie. As you took another bite full of popcorn your munching was cut short by a woman moaning a loud “Unngh yes Daddy” Choking on the salty kernels your face took on a sour expression and you turned to see Hanse grimace and Byungchan blush a bright crimson followed by a shake of his head.

The sounds of what started as a soft mumbling were turning into a shrieking of sorts causing you and your best friends to stand up together and make a beeline to Hanses bedroom. You all knew it would be no use to higher the television to try and drown out the sounds of pleasure the two people in the room next to the living room were feeling. Clutching your beloved popcorn and fizzy coke you settled yourself in the middle of the light blue jersey sheet covered bed. Hanse with the fuzzy blanket from the living room took up the space to your right and Byungchan settled himself on your left, his long legs sprawled out, his green and yellow parakeet printed socks causing you to smile softly.

With a few clicks of the remote the movie had been ready to be continued but before you could immerse yourself into the infamous “Redrum” scene, Hanse decided to look you straight in the eyes and with an obnoxiously loud screech he let out a “ HOOOYAH D A D D Y.” His eyes rolling back into his skull. Fake gagging you shook your head and slapped his tattoo covered shoulder over his thin tank top. “I fucking hate you sometimes.”

Curling yourself into your oversized hoodie you got comfortable with both of your best friends, settling yourselves once again into weekly movie night. As the movie played you were brought back to what had just happened in the living room. While this certainly wasn’t the first time your plans were ruined by Mr ‘Fookboi’ himself, it still irked you. You knew this wasn’t your apartment and you had no say what happened around here but you missed the fun times you three had had without the possibility of hearing ridiculously loud sex take over the three bedroom apartment at any time of the day or night.

Hell, before Sejun moved in, the boys had shared an apartment with a man named Seungsik. He was genuinely nice and even joined in for a couple of your movie nights. It was peaceful and the only loud banging happened in the apartment was when Hanse attempted to make cookies and the clanging of pots and pans that most certainly weren’t used in baking resounded throughout the shared space. But that peace was cut short when Seungsik accepted a study abroad opportunity and Sejun occupied his space.

You spent about 4 days out of the week here and you swore there was a new female face that accompanied Sejun almost every one of those days for the passed six months that he had been living here. You were in no way sex shaming him as you believed everyone can do whatever they wanted with their own bodies but his choice in woman was sometimes infuriating. They held no respect that this was a shared apartment and it showed.

From the Brunette last week who had walked around in nothing but a towel while you helped Hanse study for his Psych midterm to the Blonde the week prior that you caught using YOUR purple toothbrush that you had left in one of the two bathrooms for nights you slept over. Like who the fuck uses a toothbrush that isn’t theirs? As you had taken in her party dress which you assumed she had been wearing earlier in the night when she followed Sejun to his room passing you and Byungchan grimacing over Hanses attempt at baking  muffins, covered frame and her makeup smudged eyes, your eyes narrowed in on your toothbrush between her pink stained lips.

“Excuse me, that’s my toothbrush” you said with a grimace on your face as she leaned down to spit the toothpaste that had been sloshing in her mouth into the sink, the white fluid making its way down the drain. “hmm? oh here” was all she replied before placing the toothbrush in your palm. It still had toothpaste on it and it took everything in you to not throw the toothbrush at her and go full on hulk mode.

Then there was the Red head a few days ago that you knew as Cynthia from your shared Calculus class. You had been making dinner for your best friends that had been having a difficult school week. Walking into the apartment with the the bags full of groceries using your key the boys had given you, you set the canvas bags onto the white counter before organizing them into piles of what needed to be made in order from first to last. Pulling together the pots and pans you needed your thoughts were interrupted by a high pitched whine and the sounds of a bed thumping against a wall. Glancing towards the door you saw what appeared to be a woman’s taupe coat. Shaking your head you let out a disgusted ‘gross’ and pulled up your Spotify playlist hoping it would drown out some of the sounds coming from the occupied bedroom.

Throwing the tomatoes and onions into a pan you let them sauté until they were caramelized and got started on putting together the garlic butter for the fresh baked french bread you scored at the grocery store. Grooving to your music, you went along with your chopping of vegetables for the salad followed by dumping a box of penne into the salted water you had prepared. Spreading the herby garlic spread onto the soft doughy bread you plopped it into the oven and checked your pasta.

‘Buss it Buss it Buss it Buss it’ came through the speaker of your phone and you let your body do a little twerk as you plated the penne a la vodka, salad and finally the warm garlic bread fresh from the oven, turning around you checked to make sure everything was turned off and grabbed your phone to check the time. “They should be home soon” you mused and poured yourself a glass of ice water. ’Is you FUCKIN’ yelling the fuckin part you wiggled your hips as you sipped your water and turned around when the sound of crunching put a halt in your boppin.

Your jaw twitched as you took in the Red head leaning against the island counter with a piece of garlic bread between her smeared lipstick covered lips. The smell of roasted garlic and tomato sauce hung in the air as you stepped towards the female eating the food you had just made.

“That food isn’t for you, you do know it’s rude to just eat what someone else had made without asking right?” you furrowed your brows at her and extended a hand towards the rest of what you had plated up. Leaning her head against her left palm she licked her lips clean of what looked like breadcrumbs and smiled. “Aww, were you making a meal for Sejunnie? if so, I can assure you this won’t get him into your pants, not when he has a lady like me right here. But it’s cute that you tried.” Opening your mouth ready to ask her what the literal fuck she was talking about, Cynthia moved her elbow along the counter followed by a ‘oops’ and a shrug of her shoulder.

Looking down at the tray that had skidded across the wooden floor when her elbow knocked down your garlic bread just milliseconds ago you let out an annoyed “are you fucking kidding me?” Looking unaffected, Cynthia shrug her pale pink covered shoulders at you and licked her index finger of what looked like garlic butter. Leaning down with a bend of your knees you started to pile the bread you now had to throw out onto the faux marble tray that balances itself in your left hand. You grit your teeth stopping yourself from saying much else knowing that it wouldn’t do a thing. Knees knocking against the floor as you reached for a piece that had gone under the counter, before you could grasp it between your deep purple nail polished fingers, a pale hand reached out and placed it down onto your tray.

Looking up your eyes met Sejuns light grey contact covered gaze and you shook your head head towards the woman he had just been fucking. “Some company you keep” you mumbled to him before standing up, lavender slipper covered feet coming into contact with the dark wooden floor. As the door clicked open you were met with an enthusiastic“y/n did you cook? your’e the BEST.” Hanse stepped through the threshold of the open plan kitchen and took in the scene. You with a tray of what looked like garlic bread, a furious gaze in your eyes, Sejun with his hand extended towards you and a red head smacking her lips along a napkin.

“Um what happened?” left Hanses lips as you tossed the food that had been in your hand into the trash and got to work looking for the swiffer they kept in a linen closet close to the kitchen. Your ears picked up on what sounded like Sejun saying out a soft yet firm “I called you an uber, they’re here already” followed by a sickeningly sweet “But Sejunnie we could spend more time together.” Rolling your eyes you entered the kitchen once again and wiped the wet wipe along the grease covered floor. “Domestic, cute” Looking up you stepped towards the red haired female ready to throw hands. You were beyond tired of her shit and weren’t going to take anymore. She fucked with food, precious FOOD.

“I told you to leave already” Sejun grabbed Cynthias elbow and guided her towards the front door. “But, ugh fine. Call me later?” she asked and he just shrugged his shoulder while walking her to the elevator.

Angrily throwing the swiffer pad into the trash you thrust the mop to Hanse to put away and bounded to the sink to wash your hands. “I fucking can’t stand people like her, Sejun needs to filter out the bitches from his list of hookups. I swear to god dealing with someone like her is not worth getting your dick wet.” You shouted and Hanse pat your back.

Byungchan’s soft head of hair leaning on your shoulder brought you back to reality and you sighed shaking the thoughts of Sejuns hookups out of your mind to focus on the movie that was almost finished. Looking to your left you smiled softly at the dimpled boys sleeping face. Hanse shifted on you right to pull his blanket closer to his body.

While Hanse was still awake you knew it would be a few minutes before he completely passed out like the sweetheart to your left had. Sitting up carefully you leaned Byungchans head onto a pillow and brought the comforter up his body while Hanse curled into himself mumbling a “you can sleep here or take Channies bed.” Shaking your head you let him know you’d be taking the couch as you tucked the bowl of kernels under your arm and balanced two glasses between your fingers of your fight hand as you maneuvered your way out of his room and to the kitchen. The soft lighting over the stove illuminated your trek to the kitchen and you spotted Sejun in a pair of joggers and an oversized pale blue t shirt sipping a glass of what looked like water.

Moving passed him you dumped the remnants of the kernels into the trash and carefully plopped the dishes into the sink to his right. To your left his eyes followed your movements as you cleaned up. “I’m sleeping on the couch so if you’re going for round two with whatever her name is, please keep it down.” you grumbled without looking at him and you made your way to the couch you had spent many a nights on. From the open kitchen you heard him shift as he placed the glass he had been drinking out of into the sink. “She left already, goodnight y/n” he responded and walked the few steps to his room, his door softly closing behind him and you shut your eyes, pulling the blue blanket that had been on the end of Hanses bed and you had snatched, closer to your body letting sleep overtake your tired brain.

The smell of sizzling bacon and warm butter invading your nostrils sending your senses in an uproar and your body to slowly open your eyes. Sitting up you still clutched the blanket you had been using tight around your body in a makeshift cocoon. Gaze scanning the kitchen behind the couch you were sitting on you watched as Sejun joked with Hanse while preparing the bacon that was sizzling in the pan below him. Hanse was mixing up more pancake batter and Byungchan was finishing a flip on the duo of cakes bubbling up in the pan he had been working with.

You could almost curse your stomach as an obscenely loud grumbled was heard in the open space causing all three boys to turn around and take in your messy bun that more like a turd flopping atop your head and your mascara slightly smudged under your eyes. Raising your left hand into what looked like a small wave you heard Hanse laugh loudly causing you to smile. “The Princess is awake” with a stern look in your eyes his smiled widened “I forgot y/n hates being called Princess, EHEM my queen.” Standing up you stretched your arms over your head and arched your back hearing the muscles pop from lying in the same position for too long.

Trudging towards the bathroom, you abandoned the blanket on the kitchen island on your way there. As you took in in your appearance in the bathroom mirror while you let the water warm you shrugged. Your best friends had seen you look a lot worse.

As you smoothed the foaming cleanser onto your hands and over your face you let out a soft sigh in content. Reaching into the cabinet under the sink you pulled your small body of makeup remover you had stashed there and massaged it onto your eyes to cleanly remove any remnants of eye makeup. Letting the warm water rinse your face of all impurities you got to work on bushing your teeth with your N E W purple toothbrush.

Letting your hair loose from its turd like confines, you softly ran what you knew as Hanses brush over your locks and shuffled back into the kitchen after your bathroom escapades were done with.

Tucking your hair behind your ears you poured yourself a glass of cold OJ and watched as the men finished with their Gordan Ramsey like cosplay of cooking. Giggling to yourself as the visual of Gordan Ramseys face on your friends bodies overtook you.

When you noticed the boys were just about done preparing the food you pulled plates from the cabinet and paired them with silverware for all four persons. A comfortable silence surrounding the room as you all piled your plates with food and made your way to the dining table to the left of the kitchen.

“Thanks for the food” you smiled out while cutting into your fluffy pancakes earning a wide from Hanse, a smile from Byungchan and a nod of your welcome from Sejun. Plopping a piece into your mouth you almost moaned at the warm syrupy goodness that coated your tongue, you could take the vanilla Hanses flavored the cakes with.

For the most part you all had ate in silence with the exception of Sejun and Byungchan talking about the college Basketball team Byungchan was on.

You had offered to do the dishes in repayment for the delicious breakfast the boys had cooked up and joined in on the conversation that took place in the living room when you had finished. Settling yourself on the cushion next to Hanse you let him ruffle your hair and leaned your head on his shoulder.

Hanse was like the brother you never had, you had known him since your first year of college, you small body nervous as all hell when you walked into your first Literature class of the year. Sitting next to you he had struck up a conversation when he took in the crescent moon earring dangling from your double helix piercing on your right ear.

From then on you all had become great friends, you had liked the same music and enjoyed some of the same aesthetics. A couple of months later you all had stumbled upon Byungchan at a frat party and a conversation about Liquor vs Beer ensued in the comfort of the lit kitchen. Before you knew it you all had drug your asses to waffle house for 4am food to nourish your alcohol filled bodies. You both becoming fast friends with the tall teddybear of a man.

A year later and the two men rented an apartment together inspired by the fact that you had been living in an apartment with your roommate since the middle of your freshman year. They had invited you to be their third roommate but you were on a multi-year lease and to be honest, you didn’t mind your roommate. You loved your friends but you liked being able to come home when you needed alone time or just girl time. Lately you had been spending more time at your best friends house due to your roommate having her boyfriend over a lot more before he graduated later this year and you wanted to give them alone time.

Musing to yourself on how grateful you were for their friendship you took in the effortless conversation between all three men. You knew they had been friends with Sejun for sometimes prior to him moving in but you hadn’t really taken in how friendly they were all with each other. You had to admit it put the moving mattress of a man in a new light.

“Favorite Nirvana song..3..2…1.” Hanse blurted out. All together four answers were heard at once “Lithium” you heard Hanse shout which you had already known. “All Apologies” Byungchan smiled and “Come as you are!” you and to your surprise Sejun yelled at once. “oof we have a tie.” Hanse said followed by a “Okay, okay.. Favorite BEYONCE song 3…2…1”

“Wait wait, Beyonce solo or Destinys Child included cause that’s a whole other convo” you added in before anybody could answer before taking a sip of your ice water and roaming your feet into the blanket you had been using. “Solo Beyonce” Hanse answered before shouting his countdown once again.

“Crazy in love OG version” Hanse shouted, “Formation” was Byungchans answer. “Irreplaceable” Sejun answered while tilting his head onto his palm with his elbow resting on the arm of the couch to your left. “If I were a boy” you smiled at the lyrics invading your thoughts. “But seriously Yonce is a fucking icon and you can’t just pick one song, that’s like ILLEGAL!” you added which earned claps from your best friends and a genuine smile from Sejun causing you to cock an eyebrow at his dimples cheeks.

The familiar ding of your phone signaled a text and you entered your password into the drive while vaguely listening to what the three men were talking about. Sending a message in reply to your friend and classmate Haley you tossed your phone back onto the coffee table in front of you and leaned back onto the comfy cushions behind you. “Oh shit y/n I almost forgot! Heo Chan’s frat is having a party tonight and i’m making you come with” The inky haired man to your right said with a clap of his hands, his rings clanking against each other. “Oddly enough that’s what Haley was texting me about and I already agreed to go with her since i’m obviously the best wingman ever. I also love how you weren’t planning on giving me a choice on going.”

“I wasn’t giving you a choice because I knew you couldn’t say no to this face” with a pucker of his pink lips, Hanse folded his fingers under his chin leaning closer to your face in a mock pout. Rolling your eyes you flick his slightly exposed forehead with a painted index finger. “Yeah yeah yeah.”

“Byungchannies going too and I think Sejun may show up too” Hanse added and you nodded. You knew Byungchan would go, with him being good friends with Chan and Seungwoo from Lambda Tau Nu or VTN for short. Sejun going came as no shock to you either knowing the amount of girls that would be wanting him to go with them and of course leave with them as well.

Checking the time on your apple watch linked onto your wrist with its black leather strap, you stood up throwing the blanket that kept your legs warm onto Hanses lap and grabbed your phone while looking for your slippers you had worn there. It was a little passed two in the afternoon and you knew you need to go home, shower and then later prep for the party. “Imma head out to freshen up, see you later. Hanse you picking me up?” with an of course heaving your best friends mouth you left the comfort of the three mens apartment and heading off to your own.

Smoothing your warm vanilla and rose body oil over your freshly shaven legs you checked your phone noting you had a little over an hour to finish getting ready before Hanse and byungchan would be pounding on your door. You had just finished pulling your black satin bra and panty set when your doorbell sounded off. Wrapping your fluffy white robe close to your body you opened the door to a smiling Haley who was carrying what you presumed to be her “getting ready shit” and a bottle of Svedka.

“Pre game sweets” she said when she caught you glancing down to the bottle clutched between her fingers. With a slight smile and a shake of your head, you both headed towards your room to finish getting ready.

Checking her ass in the mirror, Haley gave a little booty jiggle in her skin tight taupe body con dress that accentuated her deep mocha colored skin. You had just finished styling your straight hair with some silkening gloss when Hanses called signaling them leaving their apartment and heading towards yours. Sliding your feet into your black suede high heeled ankle booties you smacked your medium toned nude lipstick covered lips and followed Haley into the kitchen.

When the boys got there Haley demanded a pre game shot and you all but obliged. With a slam of the clear shot glass onto the faux marble counter you all headed out, following Hanse to his small Silver SUV.

Pulling up to the long street of parked cars in front of the VTN house you shook your head at the seemingly already drunk couples making out in the bushes and a half naked guy running down the lawn with a V painted onto his chest in what looked like red lipstick.

Entering through the oak double doors behind Byungchan you squeezed his shoulder as he maneuvered you all through the crowded entrance. Settling on a quieter side of what you knew from a few parties here as the living room, Byungchan excused himself to bring you all some drinks and you surveyed the area you were in. A couple of kegs were a few feet to your left where some guy you recognized as Subin was performing a keg stand. The two couches and coffee table were pushed closer near a wall where the stairs leading to the second floor bedrooms was to make the makeshift dance floor where bodies were rhythmically shaking the hips. Behind you to your right was the brightly lit kitchen when bottles lined the counters and bags of chips were strewn everywhere.

As you surveyed the kitchen you noticed Byungchan talking to a girl you knew as Emi. Byunchans dimples were on full display as he laughed at whatever she had been saying causing a soft bloom of rose to flush onto her pale cheeks. Leaning down to stir her drink her light brown hair fell slightly over her face to which Byungchan leaned forward and swiped his fingers over her forehead and still blushing cheeks to tuck her shoulder length hair behind her right ear. Noticing your gaze, Hanse chimed in “Oooooooh is Channie finally making a move on Emi? He’s been into her for like a month now” Whipping your hair around towards the tattooed man your deep brown smokey eyeshadow covered eyes widened slightly.

“He what now? How did I not know about this?” Hanse furrowed his eyebrow at your seemingly upset look and Haley cleared her throat. Haley had been the only person who knew about your crush on your friend from a night of one too many Vodka Tonics and Tequila shots. “I only knew about it cause I caught him shooting her google eyes and I asked him what was up until he fessed up.. why do you look? wait..y/n did you?” With a tick of your jaw you shook you head pleading with him not to continue his question.

“Since when?” was all he asked and you softly told him the answer. “But it’s fine, I honestly didn’t think much would come from it. I wasn’t sure how our friendship and the dynamic would work if we ever got together” You ran your thumb along the hem of your black and deep green plaid skirt. “It’s for the best, I’m glad he looks happy.” you were being honest, you wanted your friends to be happy and that’s all that had mattered to you. Yes you were a little heart broken but it was better than him finding out about your crush and you getting rejected then, or you all getting together then later breaking up and you losing one of your best friends and Hanse being stuck in the middle of his two best friends.

With an are you sure? Hanse headed off to the kitchen when you nodded your head and sighed. “God you’re such a good person babe, I would’ve been like ‘HELL NO IM NOT OKAY I AM A HEARTBROKEN WOMAN ON THE VERGE OF A MELTDOWN’” Haley whisper screamed into your ear and you felt yourself smiling at her over dramatic theater kid self.

“Ugh Chan looks so good” biting her deep fuchsia colored lips Haley wiggled her eyebrows and you shook your head. You knew she was staring at his ass in those tight light wash jeans as he talked to Hanse and Byingchan in the kitchen.

“Oh shit he’s coming over here” Fluffing her black shoulder length curled hair Haley pushed her boobs out by straitening her back causing you to giggle and accept the drink Hanse handed you. “Hey Haley hey y/n” Chan smiled causing adorable dimples to grace his cheeks. ‘Do all these men have dimples or what?’ you thought and shook your head slightly.

With a hello and a thank you for invited us you let Haley grab all of Chans attention with a conversation about Musicals. Hanse caught on to what you were doing and stepped further away from the two, taking you with him.

You had been talking to Hanse about Haley and Chan when Byungchan stepped in front of you both with Emi right behind him. “Hey guys, this is Emi” Hanse smiled and gave her a little wave. Suppressing your urge to be jealous and petty you took a deep breath and nodded towards her “Hi” leaving your lips. As Byunghcan talked to you both about how sweet Emi was and how they had been talking but it hadn’t been anything serious, you gripped your glass in your right hand and tilted your head back drinking all of its contents in one go. The familiar warm burn of alcohol siding down your throat and distracting you from Byuns dimples as he spoke so highly of the female clutching onto his right arm.

Taking in the girls pale blue satin liken dress and beige sweater handing off of her arms you had to admit she seemed nice, very demure and soft spoken but nice. “You’re so pretty, Byungchan didn’t do you justice when he told me about his best friends” Emi genuinely smiled at you and you thanked her. Needing a refill of your drink you excused yourself and headed towards the kitchen.

Setting your glass on the counter you got to work mixing Rum and a splash of coke. Taking your first sip you nodded and hummed at the taste. If you were going to deal with your crush and best friend finding a girlfriend you definitely needed something strong. Taking another sip you leaned your hip against the counters and slowly moved your head in a circle to relieve the tension you had been building up. You felt your body starting to heat up from the amount of bodies in the house and the alcohol flowing freely through your veins as you finished your second drink with a long chug.

Shrugging your oversized medium blue denim jacket off of your shoulder you looked for a suitable place to hide it from partygoers. Situating your jacket behind bottles of soap under the sink you made a note on your phone letting you know where you hide it in case you forgot and needed to retrieve it the next day.

Pouring yourself another drink you capped the Rum when you were done and sighed as the breeze from the overhead vent licked against your skin in your black crop top and plaid skirt. “Damn, now that’s a drink” came from your left causing your to look up with an arch of one of your eyebrows. Liam Martinez stood in front of you with a smile of his pearly whites and you couldn’t help but smile back. You recognized the Wide Receiver of your college football as you shared a literary course with him. You actually also shared that class with Sejun as well.

“Want one?” you asked with a smile to which he shifted closer to you and handed you his red cup. “Yes ma’am” you opened the same bottle you had been using and started pouring it into his glass, followed by a splash of the open coke to your right. Scooping a bit of ice from the bag in the sink into his glass you handed it back to him which he accepted gratefully.

“So, what’re you doing here? or better question, why are you drinking alone in a kitchen full of bottles?” Leaning your hip against the counter you quirked you lip slightly over you glass. “Well if anybody was drinking wouldn’t it be better to drink in a room full of bottles?” Chuckling at your retort Liam placed a hand on the counter and sipped his drink waiting for you to continue. “But if you must know, I finished my drink my friend made me and came to make another, plus they were having a convo I didn’t really feel like being a part of” you let the last bit slip out with a shrug of your shoulders.

With a ‘hmm’ in acknowledgment you two started a pretty nice conversation about your shared class and the frat house you were currently in which Liam had been a part of. Feeling the buzz flowing through your body you accepted his offer when he asked you to dance.

With your hand tucked into his you made your way to the dance floor and wrapped your arms around his neck as the music thumped around you. Settling his hands on your hips he pulled you closer to him, swaying your bodies to rhythm of the bass. Under the soft lights in the dark living room Liams light brown hair shined. Liams hands trailed up and down your hips, eventually turning you around pulling your back into his white t shirt and blue plaid covered chest feeling his muscles rippling against your back.

Leaning your head back onto his chest you ground your hips back into his and smirked. The alcohol coursing through your veins lending confidence to your dance moves as your began to grind with him in the middle of the other swaying dance partners crowding the space.

Another song came to a finish and you felt your body heating up tremendously. With a huff of air escaping your parted semi glossy lips, you knew you needed water and as Liams fingers grazed up your left thigh you excused yourself telling him you’d be right back but he had insisted on going with you.

Reaching the kitchen you looked for a clean empty cup to be the vessel that you needed to quench your thirst and hopefully cool your body down. Liam handed you an opaque red cup from the stack of downturned cups and you poured yourself some water from the fridge and took a long sip relishing in the fresh cool liquid cooling your body down and causing a small shiver.

“Hey can you pass me a coke from the fridge?” The taller man in font of you asked as you were closer to the fridge than he was and you nodded thinking nothing of it. Opening the metal fridge you looked around on the middle shelf before your eyes landed on the signature red cans, plucking one from the shelf you turned and stepped your way back to Liam, handing it to him which caused him to smile his pearly whites in return.

“Hold on, did he just drop something in y/ns glass?” Hanse voiced out while putting a black nail polished hand up in a stop motion after his eyes had zeroed in on the man in question drop something that looked like a small white circular pill into your drink. Earlier in the night Sejun had been talking to Hanse when they both noticed you dancing with Liam, he couldn’t quite place where he knew him from but after Hanse voiced what he had just seen, he remembered a girl he had hooked up with a couple of weeks ago said that after she had hooked up with Liam about a week prior. She had been looking for her shorts and found what looked like roofies on the floor in a bag under his bed. Sejun had asked why she didn’t report him to which she just shrugged and said Liam hadn’t done anything to her and she wasn’t sure that’s what they were so she wasn’t going to start trouble.

With a narrow of his eyes he peeled Tashas hand from around his torso and bounded off into the kitchen following Hanses fast steps towards your figure holding a red cup smiling up towards the tall figure in front of you.

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ANNNND chapter 1 is done! I’m going to try to update this pic every week but i can’t make any promises as i’m also writing a Jungkook Magic/au fic series.

I hope you enjoyed the read and pls let me know of any errors you come across as this is partially unedited and i don’t have a Beta reader or anything of the sort. ILY

-C/Potittiess