We Love A Weird And Genuinely Nice Guy Whose Also Highkey Mysterious!! Please This Was Such A Wholesome

We love a weird and genuinely nice guy whose also highkey mysterious!! Please this was such a wholesome and cute story, the confession?? HELLO I wanted to tear up!! 🤧 JK really was out here simping and falling for reader. Tae really fumbled and missed out on that one, smh. Also we love Mint Hair Yoongi supremacy 😌🔥 loved that little addition there. I gotta catch up on so tags (so sorrey!! ) but saw this reblog and had to start with this one. The Drabble was also such a good way to revisit this couple thank you for writing them 💗💗💗

paint me naked | jjk

After the mysteriously hot guy in your university class starts taking an interest in you, should you really trust that he’s not like all the other college fuckboys? Especially when his best friend is the guy who broke your heart?  

» pairing: artist!jungkook x f!reader (ft. taehyung) » genre: BTS, 18+, college au, fluff, smut, angst » warnings: alcohol, marijuana, brief mention of drug dealing, fingering, cunnilingus, protected sex, reader struggles with self-esteem issues (due to misogyny), tae fuckboy antics, everyone is obsessed with jk’s thighs 😂 » date/wc: april 2022 | 16k » notes: this one was really fun to write! i’m a slut for art student aus tbh. it’s the depressed writer in me lkhsdks 😂 anywayy, the poems were written by me as well. let me know what your favorite part was in a comment or reblog!  special shoutout to @jjkeverlast​ for being so supportive of me when i’m stressing out about my writing

» masterlist | ao3 | send me ur thots 👅

» what was jai listening to? paint me naked - ten  //  don’t - bryson tiller

“Jungkook, I don’t think this is gonna work.”

“Let me try.” 

Your eyes strained to see the boy standing in front of you, but the room was pitch black. It was good, though. You’d purposefully blocked out as much light as you possibly could. It had been a surprisingly difficult feat, mostly because the two of you hadn’t thought this through very well. A rolled up towel was shoved against the bottom of the bedroom door to keep the light from the hallway out. Blackout curtains had already been drawn over the windows when you got there, so that made the window problem easier. Luckily, you’d remembered to unplug the digital clock sitting on the nightstand next to the bed, the last piece of light you could have some control over putting out. 

To make things weirder, you were in Jungkook’s parents’ room. 

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Bless thee hat for inspiring the creating of this amazing fic 🕯️💜🕯️!! This was too adorable and romantic wow loved it 🥰🥹 Min Yoongi is indeed a special kind of man

the hat (m) - myg

summary: Your world famous boyfriend has just worn his hat to your apartment. It starts things.

pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

genre: smut, fluff

au: idol, established relationship

rating: 18+

word count: 2,688 (unedited - i'm lazy, ok?)

warnings: yoongi's ridiculous and sexy hat is worn, yoongi is a bit of a silly man, penetrative sex occurs, lots of kissing, talk of being in "control", unprotected sex (wrap it up!), creampie

author's note: i'm not entirely sure what this is, sort of inspired by a line i wrote in this drabble and then the conversation that @minttangerines and i had about this scene. it's kind of chaos, completely unedited (so excuse the mistakes) ... happy birthday yoongi!

It all starts with the hat.

The wonderful and absurd hat.

The hat with its gray (polyester) outside that reminds you of pants you owned in the 90s, the kind that made a noise every time you took a step (you had loved that noise when you were younger and once, Yoongi mentioned that he had too). Then there is the white lining, not quite sherpa fleece but something close to it. 

He looks good in hats. 

No. 

He looks excellent in hats — the beanies he wears just slightly above his ears, the baseball caps that make him look simultaneously like a sexy father and the cool-as-shit rapper that he is, the bucket hats that he wears when he doesn’t want to be perceived but has to be — but he looks particularly excellent in this hat. 

It all starts with him coming into your apartment (after a long trip to the States) wearing that hat.

It’s not particularly cold out, but that isn’t what surprises you about it; it’s the fact that he’s wearing it in an apartment building that is not his own and it is … a very recognized hat. 

The hat! Known to be worn by Min Yoongi, Suga of BTS, Agust D. 

Sure, he’s wearing a hood overtop of the hat (you’re not entirely sure how it’s possible but it makes the hat look better), but still you stop a few feet away from the little area where shoes go. He stops too (shoe still on) and looks at you. 

“What?” 

Your gaze shoots to the hat. 

“You’re wearing the hat!” 

He reaches up and slips a finger under the strap of his mask and pulls it off with ease and grace (god! Why does he look good doing that?). 

“It’s supposed to be cold tomorrow, I wanted to wear it. What’s the problem?” he asks as he looks down and undoes the laces of his Nikes (his pure almost mint condition Jordan’s). 

The fact that he’s doing something else while asking the question means that he honestly has no idea what you’re thinking or worrying about. That’s something you’ve learned in the almost year of being in a relationship with him — If he’s doing something else when he’s asking questions it means that he hasn’t thought about it the way you’re thinking about it — and it has caused many a fight. Especially at the beginning. 

“What if someone recognized you?” 

You know that you might be a little too worried, obviously it’s not something he thought about and therefore it means that maybe you shouldn’t think about it too. 

He looks up from his shoes, moving his head in what must be an awkward position as he has to look out from under the brim of his hat that he has pushed up, but given his position of being hunched over, hand still on the laces, he smiles at you. 

“You worried?” 

You nod as a feeling of frustration bubbles up in your chest. Of course you’re worried. You’ve been with him long enough to know that you would like to spend the rest of your life with him but short enough to still be scared of someone finding out and your whole world shifting in a matter of seconds and thousands of tweets. 

“Yes,” you reply. 

You watch as his smile falls just a little with one corner of still meeting his eyes. You’ve seen that look before, the one that tells you he’s entertained by you. It’s a look that you sometimes think is annoying. 

Now, you’re not sure how you feel about it because it both makes you feel silly and makes you feel loved. 

Because oh! How he loves you. 

Finally he steps out of his shoes and into your apartment, walking toward you with his gaze locked on yours. 

Sometimes, when he looks at you, really looks at you, it takes your breath away. Knocks you on your metaphorical feet because he looks at you like you’re the only person he’s ever looked at (which you know to be not true given that he looks at literally thousands of people when he’s performing). 

With his gaze touching you first, his hands touch you second. Those fingers sliding up your bare arm and onto your biceps. The calluses on his fingers (he’s been playing guitar in an almost hyper-fixated way) meet the small little bumps and edges of your stretch marks that decorate your skin in a gentle reminder that you both are human beings (Something that some people forget). 

You look up at him. 

“Jagi,” he says softly. “Jagiya.” 

“Hmmm?” 

“You don’t have to worry. I’m not worried. I wouldn’t have worn it if I was,” he says, confirming that you are being foolish.  “Lots of people have this hat.” 

Your face squishes into a small pout and it makes him let out an entertained breath of air. 

“Lovely,” he whispers and then kisses you softly as his hands move up to your neck, one traveling further to your chin and jaw. 

You melt into the kiss. 

It’s chaste and gentle. You’ve learned he is often like this. His moods are like where the ocean meets the shore — sometimes hard, pushy, and demanding; sometimes gentle, calm, loving, moving with everything around him and then silly, playful, and foolish — he is ever changing. 

He breaks the kiss and his thumb moves over your cheek. 

For a moment he stays like this. Just watching you until your eyes flutter shut and all anxiety and worry slips down your spine, drips onto the floor, and disappears into the space between your apartment and your neighbors. 

Then, suddenly he clears his throat in a shocking noise that forces your eyes open with surprise, he drops his hands and walks around you, smacking your ass on the way.

“Now! What’s for dinner?” he asks. 

“You jerk!” you laugh as he opens one of your cupboards and looks inside for things he could make into something that resembles a meal. 

He peers out from behind the door for a moment and winks at you before his face disappears again. 

You shake your head with surprise, taking a moment to mix the feeling of being looked at and kissed with this one. Slowly, they settle into some sort of sweet and silly feeling that pools in your cheeks. 

You walk to him and wrap your hands around his waist and lean over his back to peek into your very empty cupboards. 

“We’re going to have to order in,” you say in a sly tone. 

“Was this your plan?” he asks. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” 

He moves his head to the side in a move of disappointment and clicks his tongue against his teeth. 

“What am I going to do with you?” he asks in his deep, dark, whiskey smooth voice. 

Your mind whirs at his tone. 

He knows it has an effect on you and will stop your brain. He knows this and while your brain short circuits he spins around and grabs you by your waist pulling a surprised shriek of delight out of you. 

He lifts you for a moment and wraps his arms around you to protect you as he guides you into your small living room (really the apartment is just one large room with a loft that looks over the rest). 

His fingers find your ticklish spot on your lower back and the room fills with your laughter and his breath. Which is hot against your neck. 

“Yoongi!!” you cry as you fall onto the couch with him on top of you. 

He is heavier than people might imagine (months at the gym and in pilates class) but he balances most of his weight on his knee that is pressed to the couch between your legs and onto his hand just above where his face presses into your neck. 

He stops tickling you and your breath moves from laughter into something more serious, determined, and lusty. 

“Jagi” he breathes against your neck and for a moment both of your bodies are completely still. 

Then, almost as if you can read each other’s minds, you are kissing, hands working and clashing together to undo each other’s jeans. 

He tastes like coffee. 

Your hands succeed and push the zipper down before you move both hands into his hair and push the hat off, it falls awkwardly against your head (breaking the kiss for a moment) and then onto the couch. 

He breaks the kiss then and pulls back. Your chest rises and falls, clothes pushed up and down on both your bodies, and you watch him with a slightly confused look. 

“What?” 

He looks at the hat and then at you and grins. 

“Come here,” he says and pat his leg before he moves to sit against the back of the couch. 

You move to straddle him but he stops you. 

“These need to come off,” he whispers (in that tone again) and points to your shirt (his, actually) and your jeans. 

With weak knees you stand and slowly slip your shirt over your head. You aren’t wearing a bra and his gaze lazily moves over how they rest against your body. He raises his hand and gestures for you to come closer. You do. Your hips swaying with each step all because of how he looks at you and how it makes you feel. 

Slowly (fucking painfully slowly) he reaches up and slips the very tips of his fingers down your collarbone, then sternum, until he meets the soft curve of your breast and he traces it; following the the movements of your body like they are notes he has played before and is hearing in a cleaner sound. 

“Fuck,” he whispers. 

You shiver. 

He takes your jeans off of your body. Those callused hands moving gently over marked skin, and then as he pulls the denim down, onto the floor, he presses a kiss to your stomach. 

You shiver and slip your hands into his hair again, down his neck and back until you reach the hem of his sweater and pull on it. 

He undresses as you stand watching. Your gaze drifts over how each muscle group moves and works with the others as he pulls off sweater, then shirt, and throws them aside. He arches up on the couch (slightly awkwardly) as he pushes his jeans down and you watch, amused, as he struggles with them until he lifts his legs and nods at them with a playful smile. 

You laugh as you step back to grab and tug them off him. 

Finally you move to his lap and sit down. He kisses you again, fingers dragging over your neck, then shoulders, and down your back. 

“Yoongi,” you whisper against his lips.

“Yeah?” 

“Fuck me, please.” 

He smiles against your lips before he bites your bottom lip. 

“Needy.”

“You started this,” you whisper. 

He lets out another entertained scoff and pulls back to look at you. He studies you for a moment and you can feel the frustrated heat grow in your chest as your excitement slips down your lips and onto your thigh. You push against him, rubbing yourself against his clothed erection (wait! Why the fuck is he still wearing his boxers?). 

He moans.

“Something is off,” he says, still studying you.

“Yoongi, if you make me move because you forgot to take your boxers off, I am going to go into that bedroom and make you listen to me finish myself off.” 

He smirks at this and then shakes his head. 

“The hat.” 

“What?!”

“The hat. You should wear the hat.” 

He says it so casually before he reaches over to grab the hat and plops it down on your head. 

He nods. “Yup, much better.” 

You frown. 

“Take it off and I stop.” 

You stick your tongue out at him and he leans forward and kisses the tip gently which makes you sputter and laugh. 

He moves his hands between your bodies.

“Mmmm,” he moans. “No need for lube this time?” he asks.

“Don’t question it, hat man,” you say as you pull him into a kiss. 

He smiles into the kiss and his fingers dance over your thrumming clit. He moves his finger over it in the way he knows you like it and your body reacts. This is what you want from him but it’s not enough. Your body is screaming more, more, more, more!

“I need you,” you whisper against his lips and he nods, separating his hand from you and you feel him pull the materials of his underpants down his thighs. You shift to help him and then you feel him against your wet folds. 

He moans deep in his throat as he moves the head of his dick along you, gathering as much of your excitement on himself before he slowly (and carefully) pushes in. 

(He stops for a moment as you wince and then with a nod from you, he continues.) 

“Fuck,” you both breathe out and swallow the other’s word. 

You begin to ride him, taking your time, adjusting. His hands roam your body. His mouth falls from your lips to your breast and licks and kisses your nipples. He moves to look at you and laughs. 

“The hat!” 

You slap his chest, trying desperately to hold in your own laugh, before he pushes into you. 

It goes like that for a few moments, laughter mixed with the moans, rising in the apartment like heat in an oven. 

Until finally, the two of you slip back into the feel of each other’s bodies. He presses his thumb to your clit and moves it with you. You ride him fast then slow until he pushes back into you in a sign that he’s desperate for you.

“Stop torturing me,” he says against your neck. 

“I’m wearing the hat, it means I’m in control.” 

He chuckles.

“Oh is that what it means?” he asks as he pushes into you causing you to moan loudly. “That’s what I thought.” 

You slap his chest again and before you can get your bearings he wraps his arm around your waist and guides the two of you down onto the floor. He towers above you, taking in the surprised look on your face. 

“If you think this means you’re in charge then give it back to me” he says as he grabs the hat off your head and pulls it onto his. He smirks (bastard looks so good in that fucking hat, with that fucking smirk) and pushes back into you. 

“Oh! Fuck!” 

He is in charge and he is desperate. His movements are quick and deep. You can feel the stretch around him as you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer to you. He groans at this slight change and thrusts faster, almost relentlessly so, until you can feel the build. 

“I’m —” 

“Come,” he commands, then kisses you. 

He kisses hard, your eyes shut tight as you concentrate on the feeling in your core, the ache in your legs, the rug under your back. Then you come. He doesn’t stop, only encourages you to be louder (which you do), and then he comes moments after you. You feel him twitch inside and against your walls. 

For a moment your breaths sync, his head resting against your chest as you hold him against you. 

“So,” he says as he separates from you and leans against the couch, fixing his boxers (you’ll shower soon). “Chicken for dinner?” 

You shake your head, “I want bulgogi gimbap.” 

He sighs and shrugs, “I’m wearing the hat.” 

You exhale with feigned anger and move, only to feel the mess he left inside you slip out of you. 

“You jerk! I can’t move without making a mess and I want gimbap!” 

He smirks. Shrugs. 

“I’m wearing the hat, means I’m in control,” he says. 

(He buys you gimbap.)

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Please!! These are so funny 😭😭 I love that we don’t get the question answered either 😝, why does Tae need 100k??

POSITIVE VIBES ONLY! -

[ ot7 x reader ]

WHO’S IN PARIS?

8 participants - 8 online

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tae: can someone wire me 100k?

jk: how do you wire something??

y/n: beats me

namjoon: 100k?

jimin: why?

jin: did you hear lucas left nct LAMSOO

yoongi: who?

hobi: i’m about to raise the roof

yoongi: oh

tae: can someone send me 100k or not omg

y/n: are you not a millionaire???

jk: word on the streets is that he’s a hardcore gambler

jin: ur living room does not count as “the streets”

jk: 😟

y/n: guys kai is enlisting i’m gonna throw up

yoongi: gws

hobi: pretty girl you like peaches 🩷

y/n: you’ll never be him

hobi: 😞

namjoon: why does tae need 100k??

y/n: yeah why does tae need 100k??

jk: let the audience know tae

tae: yes or no can you send it now?

jin: i could but i won’t

yoongi: no

jimin: asked for coffee the other day and you said no

now you want 100k how about you kys

hobi: i’ll send it

y/n: no you won’t

hobi: i won’t send it

jk: bold of you to assume i have 100k

namjoon: jungkook what?

you make more than 100k a day??

jk: okay??

bold of you to assume i have access to my card

namjoon: ??

jin: i don’t even wanna know tbh

y/n: he once ordered a 10k marching band the day after the hamster we had died because he needed to “clear his head”

jimin: you guys had a hamster??

jk: lived one day will miss tony forever ☝🏻

yoongi: this is why we shouldn’t of let the 2 youngest members live together

y/n: jungkook once brought a “picassco” painting of iron man for 50k

jk: is very pretty it’s in my room

hobi: picasso is dead

jk: what

jimin: tae and jennie let’s get into that

tae: let’s not

jin: REAL is that why you need 100k stuck in paris bf of the year?

y/n: RIGHT WHAGT IS GOING ON FR

tae: nothing

namjoon: ?

y/n: be fr tae

tae: are you jealous??

y/n: no

jk: yes

y/n: what

tae: what

jk: ur giving her 100k ofc im jealous

jin: omg?

y/n: FR??

namjoon: ur giving her 100k?

jimin: that’s insane

yoongi: does she not have money?

hobi: her and tae fr twins then

jimin: how is he giving away money he clearly doesn’t have?

tae: i have 100k

jimin: ur not acting like it

namjoon: wait so ur asking us to send you 100k that you already have to give to ur gf?

tae: what??

jk: guys i’m kinda confused rn

tae: i don’t have a gf?

yoongi: bro

jimin: i don’t even care anymore

y/n: tae was dropped as a baby

tae: OMG 😧????

jimin: constantly

tae: wtf namjoon say something this SICK the way they talk to me

namjoon: i give up

y/n: wasn’t talking TO you i try to keep that to a minimum

tae: when she hates you 😍

jk: jennie hates you?

hobi: she’s kinda real for that

tae: stfu about jennie

jk: omgee did you fight??

yoongi: you guys are not real

there’s no way

jimin: the next bitch to send a question mark being shot and killed immediately

y/n: mark lee

hobi: let’s play ball

tae: mid

y/n: MARK LEE MID ARE YOU OUT OF UR MIND???

jimin: …

y/n: if you shoot at kill me that would be considered a hate crime

jimin: it will be worth it

y/n: :c

jk: :3

hobi: :0

yoongi: freaks

namjoon: cute

tae: guys i feel like you don’t actually love and care for me

jk: whaaat ur really cool!

y/n: yikes

jin: jungkook sarcasm says it all tbh

jk: what

jin: nvm he just dumb as hell

jk: ??

jin: ur so cool jungkook!!!!!!

jk: ur coolest jin ^^

jimin: the oldest too

namjoon: don’t start

yoongi: yikes x2

hobi: eeek

jimin: i care for none of you

y/n: ur ugly

jimin: take it back

yoongi: i would put you all in a freezer

namjoon: what?

hobi: cold >.<

jk: does tae still need 100k?

tae: YES

jk: okay

tae: ???

jk: ???

tae: are you not giving it to me?

jk: no?

tae: wtf?

why did you ask then?

jk: cuz i wanted to know if you still needed it?

y/n: all these questions not enough answers

jimin: amen

hobi: queencard

namjoon: i think being in this gc is what taking acid would feel like

jin: druggie

jk: namjoon pls don’t do drugs

yoongi: save me

hobi: so tae is single?

tae: taken by the lord

jimin: i’ve been counting down the days for the lord to take you

tae: when i actually die ur gonna feel an unbearable amount of guilt

y/n: jimin when will you rest omg

jimin: i’m a born hater it’s hard to live like me

yoongi: if i were you i would kms

namjoon: i love having positive conversations with you all

hobi: me 2

jk: is it just me or am i the only one not seeing the positivity rn…

y/n: love you bffs 💓

jk: okay nvm !!!

me after lying saying i’m gonna release more stuff and then just running away 🤭🤭🤭. i’m just silly like that am i gonna regret posting this at 3 am and not proof reading it? possibly but it’s okay i’m back for how long? god knows but the jennie and tae stuff absolutely crazy i must say #gothemtho i have nothing else to add love u kissing you mwah mwah.

Reaction during and after reading: AHHHHHHH OMG?? Please the way my head broke for Yoongi!! But I get it, we understand, and we gots to respect boundaries but omg I want to cryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. He’s such so soft and gentle and we appreciate his vulnerability 😭😭!! Also Yerin?? Ideas?? 👀 what ideas babe spill the TEA! Also also omg what was Namjoon gonna say, who likes? Ahh so much excitement and little tidbits going in this story it had me kicking my legs and waving my hands . The play by play was HOT okay?? ALSO JIMIN 😮‍💨😍🥵 such a mischievous little shit, please that was so freaking hot. Another amazing chapter and excited for more and the potential bonus chapter!!

Accuracy Purposes | Unorthodox 26

Rating/genre: M (18+); smut 💖, fluff, light angst; Idol!AU Pairings: Jimin x Reader(f), Yoongi x Reader(f), referenced Tahyung x Jimin (in the series: OT7 x Reader(f), Taehyung x Jimin, and more) Summary: Your mind's a bit all over the place but Yoongi grants you a tiny nugget of clarity. Jimin helps you to process it, in his own way. Warnings: Explicit smut, protected vaginal penetration, fingering, grinding, teasing, use of 'baby', 'good girl', dom!Jimin, a little bit of comfort, slight patronization, praise, implied squirting, reader gets called 'woman' playfully, Yerin's back!, manhandling/ restraining Word Count: 9.3k Posted: May 15, 2023

A/N: I have decided to continue the story in present tense bc I’m finding it easier to write this way! I do apologize if the change bothers anyone – it bothers me to be honest – but I think this will help me not get blocked while writing :) thank you for your kind understanding haha

Series Masterlist - chapters with smut are marked with a 💖

You wake up slowly with Namjoon, totally enveloped by him. It’s an amusing struggle to twist in his embrace so that you can lay on your back, rub the sleep from your eyes, remember where you are – you slept that fucking good. Dead to the world. 

But with remembering where you are comes remembering everything else. And unfortunately, you care about Yoongi’s feelings. You care about them a lot. Not that he has feelings. But you're sick of him being unhappy with you, if that’s what you can call it. You need to talk. You can’t keep kissing and not talking. 

Namjoon breathes in deeply, squirming a little until his lips are pressed against your shoulder. One kiss. Two kisses.

“Mm. Is this ok?” he asks against your skin, tired voice coated in a surprising amount of uncertainty.

It makes you huff a little laugh. “Of course.”

“Ok, sorry,” he says, now all cuteness, wrapping you up so you’re even more intertwined in his warm comforting weight. “I promise I’ll stop asking.”

“You don’t ever have to stop asking,” you answer simply. “I don’t mind.”

He pauses then chuckles a little at himself. “I’ve never had someone, like, directing me and reassuring me like this before. It’s… kind of nice.”

A smile stretches across your mouth. “Nice to not be in charge all the time?”

“Hey, I didn’t say you were in charge,” he changes his tune, pausing the way he’s still pressing his lips against you to look up at your face. “I told you last night…”

“You told me last night…” you echo, amused, tilting your head to look down at him; he looks so adorable cuddled up against you. 

“You don’t believe me?”

“Nah,” you say through a laugh. “You’re just so nice to me–”

“Gah, stooop. I’m not too nice to–...” 

Him stopping himself, looking off with a shake of his head, only intrigues you more. Whatever he was going to say, you are 100% certain you want him to do it to you. Literally no doubt in your mind. 

When he looks at you again, you're smirking knowingly. “To…?” you ask and it’s obviously to tease, the way your eyebrows push up a little. 

He breaks into another chuckle, painfully cute because he’s getting shy. 

“You’re less talkative than you were last night, “ you note softly, shifting onto your side to face in, keeping the blanket pulled up over your shoulders. 

“Yeah, I get a little… carried away sometimes,” he admits, scrunching his features up in a bit of a wince. 

“Mm,” you hum in approval before you can stop yourself. 

He smiles wide before leaning forward the couple inches to press his plush lips against yours. Then he mumbles, “Do you like that?” and you almost shiver. Because, yes, you certainly do like that. 

You hum once more, nodding your head slightly, but you’re grasping onto him again, sucking a little on the lip that you find between yours. 

When your phone buzzes, you ignore it until it’s going off a second and third time and you realize that it’s actually a call coming in. 

“Do you want to get that?” he whispers just as you pull away.

“Yeah, I suppose I should.” You sigh for effect, rolling towards the nightstand on your side, finding that it’s Yerin’s name lighting up your screen. “Hellooo?”

“Hi babe.”

“Hi,” you say warmly, unable to help your smile. 

“Did you just wake up?” she asks.

“Maybe...” you say coyly, rolling back over to eye Namjoon who’s still lying there, gorgeous chest now exposed. 

She chuckles. “Cryptic. I love it.”

Her teasing has you smiling wider. 

“Are you free today… by any chance?”

“For you? Of course.”

“Oo, cheesy. Even better.”

Namjoon sends you a questioning look as you laugh. 

“You love it. … What are we doin’?”

“A little birdie told me you dance.”

“Oh no,” you say reflexively, immediately skeptical. “I mean…”

“We’re taking a class–”

“Yerin…” you whine, already stressed at the idea of dancing with other people, especially when the instruction would be in a language you don’t know. 

“It’ll be so fun! Then we can get food after. Don’t say no. Please don’t say no,” she continues. 

You roll your eyes with your sigh. Obviously, you aren’t going to say no. It’ll be refreshing being out and about with her. 

Upon hanging up, you notice you have unread messages as well – from a certain Christopher Bang. But it isn’t until you and Joon have both pulled yourselves from the bed and separated to get ready for the day that you actually read them.

You’ve messaged a few times back and forth over the last couple days, mostly just to get him caught up on the fact that you are in the country for an undetermined amount of time and that, no, you haven’t really explored the city much yet. 

BC: I could help? 😛 BC: Could take you to a favourite restaurant if you wanted YN: Can you do that though? YN: I mean I’m down, just don’t want you getting yourself into trouble!

He replies by the time you’re dressed and ready, heading into the kitchen for something to munch on before Yerin arrives. 

BC: Don’t you worry about me haha BC: It's a really small place anyway BC: There’s like two tables lol BC: You’ll see what I mean

You like the idea of dinner with Chris – beyond being super nice, he’s really attractive. And obviously, the concern about someone being a couple years younger than you no longer plagues you in the slightest. 

But there is a little twinge inside you at the thought of Jungkook. He’s clearly trying so hard. Will actually spending time with someone else help or hinder him in navigating his feelings about it all?

He’s in the kitchen already, gifting you the perfect opportunity to talk to him before you reply – as much as the idea of bringing it up to him again makes you a tiny bit nervous. 

When JK looks up at you and smiles brightly, you feel eased immediately, coming up behind him to lean your weight on his shoulders, your hands sliding down to enjoy the feel of him through his shirt.

“Good morning.” One hand comes up, sliding along the side of your neck gently to welcome you against him, guiding you even, to nuzzle your face to the side of his.

“Mmm, morning,” you hum back, slipping down into the chair next to him but hovering close, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. You let your hand rest on his thigh. “Can I ask you something?”

He just turns his head to you, smiling around the bite he was chewing. 

“If I… hangout with Bang Chan… is that going to be uncomfortable for you at this point?”

Finishing his bite, he processes for a short moment before lightly shaking his head. “I don’t think so.” His eyes are on the table – perhaps he’s still trying to decide how he feels, or how honest to be – so you give him another moment. “What are you gonna do?”

“Just going to get some food together, I think,” you explain simply. “Not today though. I’m hanging out with Yerin today.”

“Oh, nice,” he says, taking a bite, head bobbing in another nod.

You smile over at him, squeezing his thigh, the smile growing a bit more when he meets your eyes again, looking genuinely happy. “You’re cute. Come here,” you whisper, reaching for his chin to pull his mouth to yours. 

He surprises you a little, leaning into the kiss more than you’d expected, kissing you a little harder than you had planned, but you aren’t complaining, even if he does take like his cereal. “I almost hauled you out of that hot tub,” he admits, smirking down at his bowl as he gathers his final bite on his spoon

“You almost killed me,” you tease back, only slight accusation in your voice. 

His smile’s even cheekier now. “I think you can handle it.”

“You bet your ass I can.” You stand, giving his shoulder one more squeeze before you head to the fridge to do what you actually came in there to do. 

-

Yerin takes you to the dance class by subway, showing you how to do everything along the way. You haven’t thought much about going out and about all on your own but now that you have done it once, it honestly feels like a breeze. 

The dance class on the other hand… not a breeze. You’re winded after ten minutes, mind on overload from the teacher speaking in Korean half the time, making it difficult to follow. And as much as Yerin helps you, the class is obviously for dancers more advanced than you. You do ok, but that’s really it – just ok. 

The two main things you come out of it knowing: you seriously need to take more classes, and Yerin looks fucking hot when she dances. Not a surprising fact but a surprisingly distracting one for sure.

There’s ten minutes before the next class starts so you stretch a little longer while she chats with Soyeon, a friend she has at the studio. You’re going to be so sore, it’s not even funny, already able to feel the tightness in your shoulders. 

The room clears out and she plops back down next to you, mirroring your stretch. At least you’re quite flexible. It’s one thing you can almost match her in.

“So, maybe we pick up some food and you can come back to mine? I’m assuming you probably want to shower,” she offers, pressing her forehead to her knee. 

“Yeah,” you say through a breathy chuckle, feeling the way your top sticks to your back right as she says the words. “Sounds like a plan.”

“It’s a good thing I’m here. Or else you’d never leave that man cave.” Turning to you, she smirks, catching the way you shake your head in exaggerated shame.

You switch legs, feeling the satisfying stretch through your hamstring. “They’re not totally disgusting at least. I’m actually pretty impressed.”

“I’m sure you are.”

You toss an arm out to smack at her shoulder. “Stop saying everything like that.”

“Like what?”

You stare her down; she knows. “Like it’s an innuendo.”

“Oh, come on, this is the most interesting thing going on in my life…” she starts, making you laugh. “I thought secretly dating an idol was plenty exciting… how wrong was I?”

“I might be going on a date with someone else,” you say quieter, not even looking at her because you already know how she’s going to react.

“What?” flies from her mouth. "What are you talking about?” The words are so fast it almost doesn’t sound like English. It makes you laugh. Then she’s nudging you with her foot. “Y/N.”

Your laugh gets deeper in your belly when you turn and see her distraught face. “I don’t actually know if it’s a date yet,” you clarify, sitting up and reaching for your sweater to pull on over top. 

“Who are you talking about?” she asks, determined to get the tea. Not that you plan to keep it from her but it’s just so funny to hear the way her voice lilts into a startled pitch. 

“You know Stray Kids?”

“Of course I know Stray Kids,” she answers quickly before the words dawn on her further. “Stop. Stop, right now. Which one? Aren’t they young?”

“Come on, we should go,” you tell her, standing up as you eye the new students that have started to file in. 

She follows, gathering her things quickly and ushering you out. “Why do you do this to me…? Y/N….”

You just giggle, leaning into her as you walk side by side out of the studio. “We’re in public so I do have to be a little careful, don’t I?”

She pauses, catching your arm to stop you too before the both of you head in the direction of the subway station. “Whisper it in my ear.”

You do as asked and then she’s nearly shrieking again, looking at you with her eyebrows a mile high. Through more laughter, you assure her: “I’ll tell you more once we get there.”

-

Yerin pops the lid off her take-out container but she’s already looking, earning an eyebrow raise from you. 

“Can I help you?”

“We’re no longer in public.”

You roll your eyes, cracking apart your chopsticks. “I don’t even know if it’s a date to be honest,” you share with a slight shake of your head. And you don’t. You can assume all you want but nothing Chris has said to you has made you sure he’s interested in you in that way. 

“But he asked you to go out with him?”

“Dinner, yeah.”

“You’re texting?”

You nod. 

“How did he get your number?”

“... He asked for it. On New Years.”

Yerin smirks, a little smug – she already knew that – as she picks up her first bite. 

“Ok, yes. It suggests… interest. But I just don’t want to go into it thinking it’s a date if it’s not. That will be a lot more… awkward. Internally.”

She laughs, nodding in agreement. “What if it is?”

You shrug in response but your little smile gives you away.

“You’re crazy, woman.”

It takes you a second to figure out what to say, shaking your head, because you know it’s silly. In comparison to how most people do things, you do sound kind of crazy. “I know, I know. I sound a little nuts.” You reach for your drink but stop before it gets to your mouth. “But he’s… he’s cute,” you say simply. “And I’m not taken. Could be fun.”

“Mhm…” she starts, finishing chewing before she looks over to you and continues. “Are you going to explain to him? The… whole thing?” she asks, waving her chopsticks around in a little circle. 

“If it goes that direction then, yeah, of course. The only thing making this work with all the guys is us talking about it. So, if Chris hears the situation, wants to bow out then that’s cool. I would understand. Obviously.”

“Right,” she says with a nod, thinking about it more seriously now. “They’re really not jealous?”

“Not really. In fact…” you pause, playing over the events of the night before lightning fast in your mind. 

You must be smiling because Yerin is staring at you.

“In fact, they…” How do you say this? “I think it may end up being more fun than any of us realized.”

She frowns dramatically, blinking at you, but it also looks like she’s about to laugh once more. “What in the world does that mean?”

“Ok… I’m gonna tell you but it’s only because you’re the only person I get to tell all this to.”

“How are there still things I don’t know yet?” she practically shouts, grabbing at your forearm. 

A laugh vibrates out of you, especially knowing what you’re about to say. “It might end up being a thing where… multiple are comfortable…” you start to explain, trailing off suggestively, still unsure the right way to phrase what seemed to be happening last night. 

Did you now know for sure that you would enjoy having sex with multiple of them at once? Yes. But was that something you had discussed? Not yet. So, the future was still pretty blurry.

“Shut up,” she says, shaking your arm slightly. “Shut up.”

You just keep laughing, sure that she’s caught on enough.

“What happened?”

“Nothing, really. Yet. But the three younger ones…" You click your teeth. "They’re gonna get me in trouble.”

“You’re gonna sleep with them together?” she asks, too amused for her own good. She’s stopped eating entirely, just staring at you with a big goofy grin. 

“I–I don’t know,” you say, getting bashful finally, smiling down at your food. 

“That sounds… hot. Don’t tell Jin I said that,” she adds quickly before breaking into laughter, seeming surprised at her own words. 

Your turn a smirk on her to joke: “Jin’s not really into sharing?”

“Oh,” she muses, bobbing her head a little. “We’ve literally never talked about it. But I would assume not. Then again, if I asked him to bring in another girl to join us, would he really say no?” she jokes, chuckling to herself as she turns back forward, reaching for her drink. 

“Mm, true. … You guys are too cute though. The way he looks at you…”

She smiles to herself, obviously picturing it. “Yeah, he’s kind of the best.”

You smile too. It genuinely makes you happy that Jin has someone so wonderful. And Yerin too. 

“Damn, now you’re giving me ideas,” she mumbles, hiding her face a little with her hand.

“Am I?” That was not really what you’d expected her to say. “Is it… good? Between you and him? 

“Oh, yeah,” she responds right away, a sure nod coming with it. “It’s so good. He’s, like… What’s too much information?”

“Babe, I just told you I might have a foursome.”

She squawks out a laugh. “True! Ok, fair. Well, then, he…” She’s waving her chopsticks around again, searching for the words she wants. “He’s, like, huge.”

You try to stifle your laughter. Somehow that was still not what you had been expecting her to say. “Is he? Not that I’m doubting but…”

“Nah, it’s…pffhhh,” she blows air out through her lips in a dramatic sigh. As if words could not do him justice. 

“Ok...” you say, trying not to smirk too widely. It is her boyfriend you’re talking about. “Good to know.”

She’s laughing again, a bit flustered. “There, you can add that to your spreadsheet.”

“My spreadsheet…” you repeat, equally amused at the thought. “Nah, the spreadsheet is reserved for the dicks I actually see. For accuracy purposes,” you joke. 

“Right, right, of course.”

-

The friend time is incredibly rejuvenating, even more so than you realized it would be. After all, you have spent almost all waking moments with at least one of the guys since you arrived five days ago. It’s good to have a break. It’s good to clear your head a little.

You take the subway back on your own, a little awkward, a little nervous, not totally sure the whole time that you’re going the right way. But you manage, with the help of your phone, lost in your thoughts the whole way. 

Thoughts of the future primarily – which you are still preoccupied with way more than you’d like to be. Part of you is so at peace with going with the flow, really doing whatever you want, and part of you is completely obsessed with figuring out the next move. You can tell it's the part of you that is used to living for other people.

When you think about home and your family, you can’t stop wondering what they think of all this. Are they judging you? Are they disappointed in you for – what? Running away from your problems, so to speak?

But when you think harder about what you would be “running away” from, what is there really? The job you don’t care to go back to? The apartment you’re subletting while you’re gone? The couple best friends you have that live hours away anyways?

Being here is not only more fun, more exhilarating, but you also have bonded with the guys so much. Is it totally crazy for you to consider staying, at least for now? 

You exit the station, wandering back the way you walked with Yerin many hours before. When you get to the property, you have to go through the security, not realizing what a huge thing it would be since you haven’t entered without them before. 

Once you’re finally in, you input the code for the entrance to the dorms and slip inside quietly. You’re weirdly excited to see whoever’s there, after spending much of the day away from all of them.

It’s around dinner time and you can already smell food as you walk towards the kitchen, a bunch of takeout laying strewn across the island. Once you're through the arch, you look to your right, finding Jin, Yoongi, Jimin and Hobi all in the living area, sprawled across the furniture, nearly empty dishes on the coffee table in the middle.

“There she is,” Jin greets, without moving a muscle. “How was your day? Was my girlfriend nice to you?”

“She’s pretty much the love of my life,” you say out of the corner of your mouth before wincing at him. “Hate to break it to you…”

“Are those her clothes?” Jin asks, scandalized, and the other three snicker. 

You tug at the borrowed t-shirt, looking down at it as you wander around the couch, then shrug cutely. “Oops.”

“야…” he scoffs, making you giggle as you plop down on the floor in between his and Yoongi’s feet. 

“Why are you down there?” the latter asks. “You can sit up here, you know.”

“I know.” You fight the urge to look up at him, tempted to read his face. “I just kind of want to stretch a bit more so…” Saying that, you lean forward, butterflying your legs until you feel the stretch in your lower back, a little telling sound coming out of you.

“Sore already?” Hobi asks. 

“Hey, I haven’t danced since that day with you on the island.”

“Oh, yeah, that was fun,” he chirps back. “Can I teach you again?”

“Of course, silly. I think I need the help anyways,” you say through a groan before lifting back up, about to switch to a different stretch.

But before you can, two hands are on your shoulders, thumb pressing into the tightness of your traps. You sigh audibly before you can even question who it is but it doesn't take long for you to piece together that it is undoubtedly Yoongi, working your upper back, kneading over knots outwards from your spine. 

The thought makes you want to shiver, mostly because it’s unexpected. Frankly, you’d thought he was going to avoid you, even be cold with you all over again, after passing you in the hallway last night. It’s relieving – and refreshing – for him to not be acting as such. 

You try to stop the goosebumps, the little chill that runs over you each time he hits a good spot, making you want to groan. It kind of makes everything else fade away and without realizing it, you’re pushing back into his hands for more pressure.

“Here,” he says quietly, then he’s adjusting to be right behind you, directing you so he can reach more easily.

“Mmh, thank you,” is all you can think to say, the words coming out soft and dreamy, more of a mumble than anything. 

Now that he’s closer, his legs pressed on either side of you, he digs in a bit more, not being shy with the way he rolls over the knots along your shoulder blades, pulling audible breaths from you.

Your neck is loose, eyes closed, just letting the motions move through you because it feels so fucking good. Actual moans threaten, getting caught by your lips. But the fact that you’re more hesitant to make noise in front of other members for something non-sexual than for something sexual is… interesting. 

It almost feels like he’s trying to pull a sound from you, noticing when you twitch a little at a certain spot and then focusing there some more. And then you finally do, letting out a quiet little ‘mmm’ when another chill shakes your shoulders. 

“That ok?” he asks softly, and it’s only then that you realize the other guys are talking while he’s focused entirely on you. Similarly, you’re paying attention only to Yoongi’s touch, your mind immediately going all the other places you would want his hands to be. 

“Mhm, so good,” you breathe in response, trying not to make it sound sexual. But it’s insane the effect he has on you. He’s only touching your back so why does it feel like he’s everywhere?

He breathes out just a little, a tiny huff of amusement, and it makes you want to curse him out. If he can read your mind, you’re screwed. But then again, you would’ve been screwed from day one. “Move your hair,” he says, tracing his hands up your neck to lift it, sending another chill through you. 

It’s not fair but you listen to him, quickly tying up your hair so he can continue unobstructed. 

He’s got the back of your neck in his dominant hand now, thumb on one side, fingertips pressing on the other in little circles, slowly working down onto the tightness of the junction of your shoulders. 

Then you’re groaning, a lazy “fuuuck” that makes the other guys laugh. You can’t even be bothered enough to say anything in defense, the slight embarrassment nothing compared to the pleasure he’s giving you. 

“Should we leave you two alone or…?” Jin jokes through a laugh, Hobi and Jimin giggling with him. 

“I don’t think she minds,” Jimin mutters, obviously through a smirk, and you promise yourself that one of these days, you are going to smack him. Just not now. You don’t want to move right now. 

“Shut your mouth,” you say meekly instead, feeling your neck and face grow hot. 

Yoongi can probably feel it too. But he doesn’t stop, shifting forward a bit more on the couch so that you’re more between his legs and he can guide you forward, slide his hands down your back and massage lower. 

He’s not meaning anything by it; you know it’s just a massage. But you can’t help the thoughts. You want to kiss him again, on the lips, and then a few more places. Why is he the one person you feel like you can’t just talk to?

Even though them leaving was a joke, the other three trickle out, taking their dishes with them. It makes it easier to let out another sound, a low hum of satisfaction.

“Should I keep going?” he asks casually. 

“You don’t have to.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

You let out a breath, not quite a laugh, because he’s working out another knot and it hurts just the right amount. “Your hands are going to get tired.”

Now he’s laughing a little. And it’s hot, even just his scoff of a laugh. 

“Thank you for this…” you whisper, letting your head rest over onto his thigh. 

He just continues, seemingly unbothered but you can’t see his face so who is to know?

“We… should talk,” you say after another minute – a minute of telling yourself over and over that it’s a good idea. 

“Talk about what?” he replies, his motions unwavering. 

Your eyes flutter open, his head lifting back up. This is why you feel like you can’t just talk to him. Everything feels encoded somehow. How could he think there was anything to talk about other than the kiss last night followed by him cursing in regret and retreating?

He slips his hands back up, landing them gently on the tops of your shoulders with a light final squeeze.  When you turn, he’s looking down at you. He’s going to make you say it. Either that, or he’s an idiot – and you already know that one’s not true.

“Last night?” you suggest, turning around to face him fully. 

He blinks away, looking down at where his hands now rest on his knees. He sucks a bit of air through his teeth, head tilting awkwardly, before answering:  “That probably shouldn’t happen again.”

It’s not what you expected to hear. And the way he says it so simply kind of just makes it worse. Your heart begins to hammer a little when you softly ask: “Why?”

“Ah, I’m... not cut out for this.” He’s still not looking at you. 

“‘Cause of the others,” you say, just to make sure.

He nods, pressing his lips together, seemingly force of nervous habit.

The thing is you can’t even be mad. At the mixed signals, sure. But not at the fact that he’s obviously not comfortable with getting involved in the arrangement that’s going on. 

You hum a little note of understanding, trying not to let disappointment seep into it. But it’s probably clear anyway. You’ve never been good at hiding stuff like that. Still, you try to force a little smile, looking right at his eyes to see if he’ll meet you.

He actually does, and then his hand is lifting, going to your jaw, caressing it gently as his gaze flicks over your face. He’s still so serious, maybe a little unsure, even as he leans forward a little, and your chin tips up unconsciously.

He’s kissing you before you can comprehend what’s happening, a still press of his lips against yours until you both take in a delayed breath and start to kiss for real, as if someone finally pressed ‘play’ on the paused TV. 

Your hand comes up, cupping his neck, thumb brushing over his throat then to the underline of his jaw. At the same time, you push up onto your knees as smoothly as you can, wanting to be closer, more level, because he’s still kissing you – fuck – opening his mouth a little more to let you in, to suck your lip before his tongue slides over yours. 

He pulls, fingers tangled in your hair, holding the back of your head to keep you, while your free hand slides up his thigh to his hip. You’re not sure what you’re trying to accomplish, where you want him to go, but you grip anyway, attempting to tug him to you. 

You moan a little just as you pull away. It’s primarily to breathe but also to think because you’ve realized it’s an impossible task when you’re kissing him. When you look at him from just a couple inches away, his eyes are still closed, perfect lips still dropped open a smidge. You want to kiss them again, bite them, suck them. You want to take a picture of how he looks just like this.

But now you know. And now you have a conscience, so you pull back further, letting your hands slip down his body until there’s no body left. 

You’re quiet as you sit back down onto your feet, watching your own hands flatten onto the tops of your thighs. 

He lets out a long breath, keeping his gaze down as he too pulls back, a little pain twisting in your stomach when there’s no longer a part of him touching you. 

“You see why I end up confused?” you whisper gently.

“I’m sorry,” he says right away, coming up to press thumb and forehead to his temples. 

The look of regret from last night was unpleasant but the look of disappointment in himself now is so much worse. 

“Hey, it’s fine,” you say as comfortingly as you can manage considering how your body is still coursing with adrenaline. “I heard you. … I know where you’re at… and…” You shrug a little. “We’re good. …We’re good, ok?”

He nods, mouth in a flat line, following when you go to get up and transforming seamlessly back into himself. It would be comforting if it didn’t just make it glaringly obvious how good he is at hiding what’s going on in his mind. 

It’s once your back inside your room, alone, sinking in to your bed, that it hits you that that was it. There’s your answer. He doesn’t want to get caught up in all of this, sharing you with the others. 

So…

Nothing can happen with Yoongi. 

-

You’re still lying in the dark, distraction by way of your phone in your hand hovering over your face, when you hear a knock on your door. 

For a moment, you assume it’s Yoongi and that stupid excitement returns as much as you really wish it wouldn’t. But when you tell them to come in, it’s Jimin who enters, immediately chuckling at your strange position. 

“Why are you in the dark?” he asks cutely, shutting the door behind him and crawling up beside you. “Can I?” he asks and you give him the go ahead before he turns on the lamp atop your nightstand. 

You lock your phone, tossing it semi-dramatically to the other side of the bed.

He frowns a little, heading tilting as he looks down at you. “What’s wrong?”

You shake your head and you mean it because it feels silly to be sad at all. Because you’re sad about what? Not getting to be intimate with one person? Totally ridiculous. 

“What?” he says, smiling that pretty smile. He drops down to an elbow to lay alongside you, watching closely, concern growing, as you try to decide what to say.

“Nah, I’m ok,” you say softly.

“Noona…” he says as if teasing you for brushing it off. It makes you smile more genuinely.

“I… Do you actually want to know?”

“Of course,” he says, scooting closer to you and slipping an arm under your neck to wrap you up in pre-emptive comfort. But it’s still so cute, the way he does it, that it has you giggling. 

You cuddle into him, rolling onto your side to bring your leg over his. “Um… you know how Yoongi and I kissed on New Years? We kissed again too. But he… he doesn’t want to get involved in all this,” you explain, trying to sound nonchalant about it. 

“Ah,” he breathes out then pauses, just holding you against him. 

“It’s fine, like I totally get it. But… yeah, I just feel bad. I don’t want to make him uncomfortable. Ever.”

“Mm, ok,” he says, voice low and soothing. “Did he say he’s uncomfortable?”

“Not, like, in those words. But, I don’t know. He literally said we shouldn’t and then kissed me like 10 seconds later, so…” You sigh, trying not to think too much about how good it felt. 

He lets out a little breath of amusement. “That’s confusing.”

“Yeah, that’s what I said,” you agree through a similar little chuckle. “Anyway…” 

He brings his other arm around you, rubbing your side with his thumb. “It’ll be fine.”

“I know.” You nod against him. “I just gotta… not think about him that way.”

“Mhm.” He waits a moment before adding: “You can think about me that way.”

You laugh into his neck, rolling farther onto him. “You know I do.”

“Mm, good.”

“Even if you’re a pain in my ass sometimes.”

“Pft…” He pokes at your side, making you jump as you laugh. 

“It’s true. I don’t know why you like to torture and embarrass me so much–”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“The hot tub last night.”

“Oh, yeah, that must’ve been horrible for you,” he says flatly, dropping his hands to the mattress only for you to grab at them again to wrap them back around you. 

“Sometimes you talk and I just want to smack you, you know that?”

“You can smack me,” he says, surprising you a little – enough for you to lift your head and grin down at him. “What? You like that idea?”

“I… I don’t know,” you say a little shyly before leaning in to kiss him. It really is hard to look at his face for longer than ten seconds without kissing those gorgeous lips. It’s soft, sensual, as usual with Jimin and, honestly – it wipes your mind clean. 

He smiles into it, pulling back a tiny bit. “So cute.”

You shake your head a little, pressing in again. The idea of smacking Jimin suddenly sounds even better, if only for the fact that he sounds like he would enjoy it. The thought makes you giddy in a new way. 

“Can I tell you something?” he asks quietly as you rest your head back on his shoulder.

“Of course.”

“I went to Taehyungie’s room when we got out of the hot tub.”

You lift up once more to watch as a smile spreads across his lips; he must be satisfied with your reaction, your eyebrows pushed up in surprise at the revelation. “Oh,” you say, immediately breaking into a cheeky smile. Is it finally your turn to tease him?

He looks giddy himself, the way his cheeks are bunched up a bit, eyes full of mischief. 

“And?” you say when he doesn’t elaborate.

“And it was fun.”

“That’s all I get?” you ask, nearly offended, lifting further off him to lean on your palm instead, one hand resting on his chest, so you can see him better. 

“What? You want a play-by-play?” he teases, licking over his bottom lip, smug smile not disappearing for a second.

“I mean, I’m not opposed. But you gotta give me something. What happened?”

“I guess I could show you,” he replies, voice dropping a little. 

You’re not totally sure what that means. But you absolutely want to find out. “Show me,” you say with a sure nod, almost goading. 

He springs up, taking you with him off the bed and walking you backwards until your back’s against the door. Biting his lip through a smirk, he sizes you up, trailing one hand up to your neck while the other stays by your hip.

“Are you you? Or am I you?” you ask in an embarrassingly breathy tone, punctuating it with a gulp as you try to contain yourself. 

“I’m me,” he whispers as he leans closer, pushing his body against yours so that a leg is propped between yours, pelvises meeting.

“Mm, so you initiated.”

It makes him laugh, that you’re still so focused on the events of the prior night when his lips are skimming over your jaw. “I mean… He told me to come to his room, shut the door behind us. I just… got closer, so… you tell me.”

You picture it as he says it, an excited little curl of your stomach coming with the mental image. “I’m guessing he didn’t push you away?” you play, letting your hands slide up his torso to brace on his chest.

He shakes his head, pulling away from your ear to smirk at you once more. “Are you going to?” he teases, playing up his surprise as his head tilts down momentarily to gesture to your hand placement. 

Your fingers grip his shirt in response. 

“Good,” is all he says before he’s leaning in, kissing you so that your head presses back against the door, lips parting gently to welcome him in. 

You moan into his mouth – this is too hot, your hips already pressing forward against his thigh. Not only because the thought of them together is sitting on the surface of your mind but also, Jimin is still new to you in so many ways. Even just the way he kisses you, so sensually, making you drunk on him, is different than any of the others. He just has this innate thing about him. 

He pulls back and hums, the sound already telling you that he’s about to tease you once again. “Need something?” he asks, obviously referring to the wiggle of your hips.

You lick your lips and reply, “You’re supposed to be giving me a play-by-play,” but it has less sass than you intended because he’s started to move too, long rolls of his covered bulge against you. 

“That’s exactly what I’m doing.” His head ducks into your neck once more to press a kiss to you. “But for accuracy, we should probably get this off you.” With that he’s lifting the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. He quickly does the same with his own then it’s warm tummy to warm tummy as you pull him back to you.

“What else should we do?” you ask, before cheekily adding: “For accuracy.”

“In a few seconds…” he begins, leaning his head in to ghost his lips over your neck. “You’re going to move me to the bed and get on top of me.”

You take in a breath, shaky a little on the exhale, at the thought of Tae doing that to him, but also the way he presses a hot kiss to the side of your neck, sucking lightly until the sensation has you humming out a moan. 

He pulls back, admires his work, runs his thumb over it. “Yeah, I think it was about there,” he says through an unholy smile. 

You look at him in wonder but quickly you’re biting your lip, getting impatient to find out what happens next, like you’re reading a really good book. 

Pressing lightly against his chest, you walk him until he’s against the bed, and then with a final push, he falls back, getting comfortable on his elbows. You almost laugh as you climb on top of him – it’s strange, him knowing what you’re going to when you don’t even know yourself.

“Here?” you ask, settling yourself over his groin then bringing your hands to his pretty chest. 

“Perfect,” he says as he pulls you down to meet his lips.

As you kiss, every second getting hotter, heavier, you can’t stop yourself from grinding down on him, feeling the hardness rubbing against your core through too many layers. It feels so good already but all you can think about is feeling him for real. 

When you go to reach down, he stops you, taking hold of your wrist, but continues to kiss you, tickling over your tongue, teasing you in whatever way he can. 

You pull your lips away to look down at him questioningly – for a moment, you’re almost nervous you’ve done something wrong for him to be holding your hand away from him so firmly. 

But then he rolls the both of you over, pinning one arm above your head and quickly bringing the other up to join, making your body tighten as the use of his strength. 

“This is creative liberty,” he notes, switching both of your wrists to one hand so the other can trace your jaw, then down, letting it linger around your neck suggestively for a moment before continuing. 

“Oo, just for me? Does Tae not enjoy being manhandled as much?” you ask playfully, watching the way his confidence and shyness meld together on his features. 

“I suppose… that’s one area that you know more about him than I do.” He draws near, pressing his lips softly to your collarbone, moving inward, then to your other side. 

You sigh, attempting to lift your hips a little for some much needed pressure. “You played it safe.”

He sounds his affirmation against your skin.

“But not with me.”

“It’s a bit less stressful,” he admits just as his hand reaches your waistband, fingers finding the drawstring and pulling to unravel it. 

“Aw, I don’t make you nervous?” you tease, but the way his touches are affecting you, the way your voice comes out all thin, makes you sound like you’re the nervous one.

He chuckles and lifts up to give you a cute little smile. “I didn’t say that.” With one hand, he shuffles down your bottoms, moving so you can finish kicking them off, then he’s back kneeling between your bent legs, leaning forward to kiss you.

You whimper when you realize he’s still not touching you, arms tugging a little at his hold to see if he’ll let you free. Jimin’s so pretty and you’ve wanted to touch him for so long and now he’s not even letting you. “Need you to touch me,” you whisper against his lips, the words a muffled mess but you’re sure he gets the idea.

He’s giggling, so cute but still so sexy as he pulls away and presses his forehead to your shoulder, lips finding the dip of your collarbone instead. “You’re more impatient than him.”

You scoff but he’s finally moving down your body, hand teasing over your hip, down your thigh before coming back up to brush over your core, making you jerk a little at the contact. You moan as his fingers dip between your folds, spreading your wetness over your clit, but then he’s moaning too.

“Mm, you’re so wet, baby.” He meets your eyes. “You like the thought of it, hm? Me touching him?”

Your fists close, a shock of pleasure running through you. “You… you touched him?”

His mouth twitches up. “What am I doing right now?”

Your mind is apparently no longer working well enough for you to realize this was still the play-by-play, and now you’re picturing his hand wrapped around Tae’s cock, slowly sliding over it like how he’s languidly caressing you right now. Your tummy tightens, cunt clenching, hips pushing up into his hand. 

Fuck, you wish you could’ve seen Tae's face, watching the pleasure take him over. And Jimin's while doing so for the first time.

“You like it so much, oh my god," he groans, eyes trailing from your face, down your body, to where his hand is working effortlessly over you.

“It sounds so hot,” you breathe with a nod, your eyes falling shut at the way he’s rubbing back and forth over your swollen clit, quicker but still too gently.

“What if I told you I made him come like that?”

You whimper out your approval, hips jerking up, begging for more. “Fuck, that sounds so good–” Another frustrated huff comes out of you.

“Mhm. He looked so pretty,” he tells you before leaning down and clasping his mouth around your nipple, wet suction making you pull harder at his hold on your wrists.

A second later, he sinks two fingers into you, releasing his mouth to groan with you. “씨발… you feel fucking perfect. I forgot how tight you are.”

When he doesn’t move them right away, you try to take matters into your own hands, waving your hips up to fuck yourself on his fingers, but he just lets his hand follow, casually moving back to sucking and nibbling at your breasts. “Jimiiin…” you complain, practically a sob, because you’re so wet and so turned on and he’s absolutely holding back. You already know what his fingers can do and you’re desperate for it again. 

He bites lightly, a touch of addicting pain jolting through you. 

“Ahh– please–”

Then his thumb presses to your clit, drawing circles that have you tightening around his fingers. He has the audacity to chuckle as he lets go of your wrists, instead switching to covering your mouth as he starts to fuck his fingers into you, bending them just so with each drag against your walls. 

You’re a mess of suppressed moans as your head pushes back into the mattress. He goes faster, jerking you towards release so quickly that it’s almost alarming, eyes rolling back into your head. All you can do is grip onto the sheets and hold still as he takes over your body – making it seem far too easy. 

“Gonna come?” he asks sweetly, almost patronizing. Such a cocky little shit. But it works anyway, your cunt squeezing him as he drives into you harder. When he envelopes your nipple and sucks once more, you’re done for, gasping against his palm before coming hard, the sounds of your gushing wetness ringing out into the room. 

His hand placement over your mouth is probably a good thing because you can’t stop moaning as the waves of your climax rush over you. You don’t usually come like that – not so easily anyway – so it’s extra overwhelming, each press of his fingers against your g-spot sending extra vibrations through your body. 

He slows, still caressing inside of you, and presses kisses all over your chest, lifting his hand off your mouth to hear you let out a low drawn out curse. Then his lips trail up, exploring more of your neck until he’s kissing you deeply once more. 

Your legs close around his hand, your muscles twitching each time he crooks his fingers inside of you. “Baby,” you’re still gasping, trying to kiss him but also trying to get air. “Fuck.”

He cups your sex with his soaked palm, fingers finally sliding out and even that makes you moan, feeling the slight press against your clit.

You relax against the mattress. Even though you’re wrecked from your orgasm, he’s just so addicting that all you want is more. “Are you finally going to fuck me now?” you breathe as he pulls back an inch, your hands sliding up him and into his soft hair. “Or is that not part of the script?”

“It’s not,” he tells you simply, pecking your lips. You start to let out a whine, your face scrunching up in disapproval but then he’s adding: “But...”

You probably look pathetically needy, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you peer up at him with hopeful eyes.

“Fuck. Yeah, I’m fucking you,” he gives in quickly with a wide smile, lifting onto his knees before backing off of the bed. “Does Kook have…?”

“Yeah, here,” you say, leaning towards the nightstand that you moved the condoms to. “There’s some in here.”

He retrieves one quickly, shucking off his bottoms then kneeling on the bed once again as he slides it on. 

“How do you want me?”

With a smirk, he shuffles closer, one hand finding your bent knee. “You’re so obedient today.”

Part of you wants to roll your eyes. How good is his self-control? If you’re a brat, will he just change his mind and be difficult? 

The look he sends you is challenging, a little tilt of his head, as he watches the wheels turn in your mind. 

“You’re the boss, right?” you say, a little challenging yourself – like you’re being a bit sarcastic. But not too much. 

He just shuffles closer, still smiling, as he pushes both your knees back until your thighs are pressed against your torso. He leans forward, his body compressing yours onto yourself just as his cock slides against you, the underside slipping deliciously through your folds, pulling another needy plea from you.

Mouth to your ear, he says: “Don’t be a brat. Just take me like a good girl.”

“I– ahh…” Your words catch as he pushes inside, hands gripping to his shoulders at the stretch in comparison to a measly two fingers.

“So fucking tight, oh my god,” he chokes out, a stark contrast to his firm words just seconds before. But he pushes in hard once he’s sheathed inside you, making sure you take every bit of him. 

“Oh, shit,” you whisper under your breath, the air knocked from you once more. 

“Good fucking girl.” He gives you a few more hard, shallow thrusts, reaching so deep that it's almost too much. 

“Fuck–” you start to whine but you’re cut off by his lips, a hard kiss paired with a full thrust of his hips. The angle is so good, giving attention to that perfect spot inside of you once again. 

He lifts up and you watch the pleasure colour his face, his hair falling in his eyes as he starts to fucking you a little faster. “Fuck, I really... should’ve fucked you sooner,” he says, smirking again and you can’t believe he’s still joking like that, your mind too preoccupied by the slide of his thick cock inside of you. 

But he’s not wrong. “You could’ve,” you taunt, wrapping your arms around your own legs to hold them in place for him to use you. 

“Save the best for last,” he says through a breathless chuckle, lifting up further so he can get a good grip on the bend of your hips, using the hold for leverage to pump into you harder. 

“Oh, fuck!”

“Right? Who feels the best, Y/N?”

Your eyes are clenched tight, little hums being knocked from you with each thrust as you slip a hand down to play with your clit. You must’ve heard him wrong because there’s no way he just asked you that. 

“Huh, baby?”

“What?” you whisper, blinking your eyes open to find him admiring your fucked out expression; his mouth is dropped open but the edges are still curled up in a smirk that matches the look in his eyes. It makes your tummy tighten. 

Is that really what he’s asking?

He chuckles in response, rolling into you harder until you’re crying out, covering your mouth with your own hand a second too late. He’s relentless now, pounding into you, that perfect feeling inside of you winding tighter and tighter. 

“Oh my god, you feel so good,” you sob from behind your hand, not confident enough to actually remove it because you swear you're about to come again. 

He groans too, pretty sounds between the laboured breaths of his exertion. He’s so gorgeous – dewy and glowing, muscles popping, in the warm light of your bedside lamp. “Baby, fuck–”

“I’m gonna come,” you warn him, rubbing your clit a little faster.

“Ah, god– Come… Wanna feel you come,” he rasps, hips slapping hard against your skin.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck–” 

Everything contracts and you come together, unfiltered sounds from both of you mingling in the air. He keeps fucking you, even when it’s clear that he’s not holding out on you, breathy whines interjected between curses. 

Meanwhile, you’re stuck in place, taking it just like he asked, feeling the way your sensitive cunt just keeps trying to suck him in with each pulse of your high. “Mm, fuck…” is all you can get out between shallow breaths, even once your body is able to relax a bit as he slows and eventually stops with a final low groan.

He’s still deep inside you, palms pressing into the mattress by your shoulders, head hanging forward, and you let your legs go, parting them so you can pull him closer, get him onto his elbows above you. 

For the first time, you feel like you have free rein of his body, pressing a kiss to his neck as you let your nails drag lightly up his sides. You can feel him tense under your touch before he relaxes down, giving into the feeling with another soft moan in your ear. 

You both take a deep breath, letting it out together, and you find yourself smiling. 

“Oh, fuck…” he sighs, turning towards you and finding a spot to press his lips. 

“Took us long enough,” you breathe, letting your head fall to the side. 

He takes a minute before he’s slowly lifting up, sitting back on his feet. “You didn’t answer my question, you know…”

You’ve only just gotten your heart to slow, but at that, it picks up once more. “You can’t be serious,” you brush him off, turning your gaze away dismissively, but you’re still smiling. 

He laughs, a mischievous one because he knows he’s being the worst. But he’s shifting back, pulling out of you gently to stand and dispose of the condom. “There’s no way you don’t have a ranking in your head.”

“Jimin…” you admonish, a little scandalized. You should be past scandalization at this point but the idea of ranking them is just utterly insane on top of being hilarious. 

He laughs again, reaching down to pick up his boxers and pull them on. 

“Is it a jealousy thing?” you ask as you sit up on the edge of the bed, intrigued, though you’re quite certain it’s not that. It doesn’t feel like that anyway. 

“No…” he replies, coming to stand between your legs. “I was trying to see if I could get you into trouble.”

Ugh. You roll your eyes, shoving him away playfully, making him cackle once more. “So mean to me,” you say, letting a hint of a pout come through.

He comes back over, hands up ready to catch yours, stopping you from pushing him again. “Where we sleepin’?” he asks, voice lower, softer now. 

You smile, letting his fingers intertwine with yours, though you still press against them playfully as if holding him up. “You can stay here with me but I’ll have to let Jungkookie know. I’m not sure if he’s staying here tonight.”

“Or you can come to my bed.” He steps back, tugging for you to stand with him. 

“Hobi won’t mind?” you ask casually, letting go so you can start to find your own clothes. 

“I doubt it. But we can ask him.”

A/N: a reminder that Hobi and Jimin share a room in the dorms in the story so that’s why they are talking about him at the end lol. anywayyyyyyyyy 😏😏 so that’s that chapter haha. i hope you enjoyed, please tell me your thoughts… there might be a bonus chapter soon that will be optional to read (bc it’ll focus on Bang Chan) so just make sure you read the author's notes on everything because i'll explain everything as we go :) thank you thank you thank you ❤️

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Series Masterlist

This story has got to be one of the funniest stories I’ve read in a while 😂😂!! Love Demon Yoongi and of course it would be Jungkook who loves him some supernatural stuff and gets her in messes. They’re so uwu I love themmmmmm

demon!yoongi

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ genre: demon!yoongi because HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYBODY! yoongi’s a big old brat, jungkook is ur clueless best friend, jimin’s an angel, good amount of smut, NS F W, violence

→ trigger warnings: violence and supernatural stuff!! it is halloween after all 

→ wordcount: 22.1k this will definitely make the app crash i’m sorry OR maybe a demon possessed ur phone and won’t let you read the fic :-///

→ note: first things first i realize i’m always depicting wonho in a certain way but he’s like the fluffiest muscle man out there and i love him!!! also once i portray a character in a certain way that becomes their established role lol i’M SORRY! i hope everyone has a safe halloween and i hope y’all fill your tummies with as much chocolate and sweets as your hearts desire! i’m sorry this took so long! 

pst if u wanna talk to demon yoongs u know what to do ;-)

(gif isn’t mine!) ((i miss yoongi with mint green hair so in this fic he has mint green hair))

(((and the read more function iS there but most of the time it doesn’t work on mobile :// i am sorry don’t attack me by sending passive-aggressive anon messages)))

you know

usually when people have a free night off they like to do things like

catch up on the latest netflix shows or movies

go out to dinner with their friends

maybe even go to the club with their friends

get a little wild get a little loosey-goosey

unfortunately you are not one of those people

because here you are

in the middle of your empty living room (because you rearranged the furniture and basically pushed everything to the side)

sitting cross-legged outside of a ring of candles with all the lights turned off except for the table lamp

and in the middle of the ring of candles you’ve gone ahead and drawn a goddamn pentagram on your wooden floors

because what are you doing on a friday night?

summoning a demon

that’s right ladies

you’re summoning

the literal spawn of satan

Keep reading

I’m so obsessed!!!! All of the alien series you write are great, and this one truly is hitting my top fave list. I’m enamored with this Jk 🥹

Jungkook

𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓬 [Masterlist]

You're supposed to keep him in check and integrate him into earth's society while he recovers from the aftereffects of catching a viral infection on his planet. All that, while you get to earn a pretty good monthly compensation for your efforts from the government of his and your planet.

Or more simplified: You're a paid babysitter for a 7' tall alien who's caught a virus that makes him act purely on instincts, rather than logic. Oh yeah- and he tried to eat your neighbor's pet bird. Yeah...

Tags/Warnings: Alien!Jungkook, Human!Reader, Yes I'm writing that story..., mentions of doctors visits (needles, injections, medical terms, blood), mild Angst, so much chaos, he almost eats a bird once oops, mild Angst, strangers to lovers, potential smut

A/N: THERE IS NO TAGLIST. THERE IS NO TAGLIST FOR THIS. THERE REALLY ISNT. DO NOT ASK.

Also, the Main Work will serve as a basic introduction to the universe and story. After the Main Work is posted, you can immediately request drabbles :)

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Main work

Drabbles:

First time Jungkook started to cuddle [fluff]

Aftermath of Main Work [Fluff]

Jungkook learning about kissing [Fluff, suggestive]

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