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collab announcement: IN THE SPOOP

Welcome to the threshold, where worlds collide.

For the 31st of October, seven authors have joined forces to bring you stories of rituals gone awry and worlds meeting. Join @augustbutwinter @xjoonchildx @kkulfm @hobisuniverse @sahmfanficbts @madseok and @wwilloww for an out-of-this world ride.

GOODNIGHT NABI by @sahmfanficbts

Pairing Namjoon x reader Rating Explicit Genre DILF mechanic AU, ghost AU, school AU Summary It’s been years since his Nabi (Butterfly) flew away with angel wings. Kim Namjoon meets you, a librarian at his daughter’s school, who reminds him of life’s beauty and love he's sure he doesn’t deserve. It will take a strange convincing from the other world to help him let go of the past and embrace... you. The question remains: Is he ready?

OCTOBER 28

GOD OF MISCHIEF by @wwilloww

Pairing trickstergod!Jin x reader Rating Explicit Genre fantasy, smut, supernatural au Summary You've dedicated your life to the temple of Lugh, the golden sun god. But when your world crumbles, your ticket to escape is not what you imagined it'd be, especially when it comes as a handsome, mischievous figure waltzing through the flames.

OCTOBER 29

WHAT THE WATER GAVE US by @madseok

Pairing ghost!Yoongi x reader (f) Title What the water gave us Rating explicit (18+) Genre ghost AU, strangers to lovers Summary What was supposed to be a quiet Friday night after a hectic week at work is ruined by the sudden arrival of a strange man. The worst part? He doesn’t want to leave your bathtub.

OCTOBER 30

SEE YOU AGAIN by @hobisuniverse

Pairing ghost brother!Hoseok x human-turned-ghost!reader Rating PG-13 (death) Genre angst, h/c, smidgen of fluff at the end Summary You lost your older brother when you were 25. Every subsequent year, at the stroke of midnight on All Hallows Eve, he appears in front of you with a dazzling smile to spend twenty-four hours with you. But this year, when you turn 100, things are different when you realize everything as you knew it has changed.

OCTOBER 31

ALL WE SEE OR SEEM by @kkulfm

Pairing bird shapeshifter!Jimin x neutral!reader Rating PG-13 Genre dream AU, shapeshifter AU, angst & fluff Summary Trapped in a dream you can't wake up from, you find yourself on a strange journey home. On the way you meet Jimin; a young man but also a magpie who wants to help. But not all is what it seems, and something is chasing you that cannot be outrun.

NOVEMBER 1

STRANDS by @xjoonchildx

Pairing soldier!tae x reader (f) Rating explicit (18+) Genre creepy shit, spooky smut Summary taehyung can’t figure out how he ended up separated from his men, lost in these woods. or how he got hurt. he only knows he has no choice but to rely on the beautiful, secretive stranger who found him.

NOVEMBER 2

SEASONS DON'T FEAR THE REAPER by @augustbutwinter

Pairing reaper!jk x reader Rating mature (for themes) Genre reaper!AU, strangers to something Summary life is short, they say. one day everyone meets their death, they say. how often can you meet yours before he takes you with him?

NOVEMBER 3

lust royale [m] ● knj

❥ Title | Lust Royale

❥ Pairings | Namjoon x female reader (feat. Jimin)

⤑ Genre | Royal Guard!Namjoon, Princess!reader, Royalty!au, Smut, Angst

⤑ Summary | He is a walking temptation, even if he would often argue that you are his. Both of you have known that what you share together is nothing more but an act of sin. But who are you to deny the pull, or the way he ignites the desire within you which would only lay dormant if not for his touch? And he would be a fool to deny you the same, even if he has to watch you walk down the aisle and exchange vows to another man right the next day.

⤑ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature

⤑ Warnings | Dom!Namjoon, Sub!reader, brat!reader, infidelity, dirty talk, degradation, pet names, name calling, Namjoon has a perverse kink to shave the reader (yes, that’s a thing), power play, jealousy, size kink, fingering (female receiver), oral sex (female receiver), clit play, nipple play, breast play, unprotected sex, rough sex, spanking, sensory play, voyeurism, orgasm control, multiple orgasm, praise kink, aftercare.

⤑ Word count | 8k words

❂ Fall For Romance

         ⁂ Hosted by: Professor Dia through @bangtansorciere​

⤐  AU Type: Salted Caramel Ice Cream (Unrequited Love AU)

⤐  Themes: Forbidden Romance, Royalty

⤐  Kinks: Sensory Play, Spanking, Nipple Play, Fingering, Voyeurism, Orgasm Denial/Control, Multiple Orgasm, Overstimulation, Size Kink

There is a special place in hell for someone like you.

A place where only the wicked and evil, where cheaters and smugglers are all locked in and punished together.

But you would still rather take it and risk it all, because you can never resist choosing the flames of carnal desire that makes you feel more alive over the cold and bitter and lonely life of a loveless marriage.

Tonight, you have chosen to let the curtains on your massive windows open, refusing to deny yourself the sight of the beautiful night sky. Without any lights in your bedroom, the moonlight’s shine takes over. Its light gives life into your bedroom as it shines through the window, illuminating your empty bed and the wedding dress hanging on the other side of the room.

You don’t quite understand why you had refused to allow the servants to secure the dress in your wardrobe before they left you for the night. Perhaps your wicked soul is some sort of a masochist after all, as it seems to have the desire for punishment. Because while the wedding dress looks lovely, a masterpiece which had been crafted specifically for your special day, it also serves as a mockery, a reminder that keeps taunting you about the life that could have been. And nobody would understand this because you are the only one who can see it in its true form, to be able to look at it as what it truly is—a shackle that will forever bind and imprison you in the future life of the King’s wife.

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sh. | ot7 | chapter nine

PAIRING ot7 x reader

RATING Explicit. 18+.

GENRE smut. fluff. angst. nonidol au. wildnerness au. roommates au. friends to lovers.

SUMMARY Six months of quarantine have kept you apart. Somehow the distance sparks something new in each of you: questions, unfinished conversations, threads once chased now left cold. So when your roommate invites you to come with him to a mysterious house in the mountains with your friends, how could you even think of saying no?

WC 4.5k

WARNINGS AND TAGS nudity. exhibitionism. angst. no use of pronouns for reader. untimely erection. cuddling. sexual dreams.

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AN Lyrics from "Boy Meets Evil." Big thanks to M @madseok for this beautiful image used in today's banner. and of course to the ever-incredible betas: @thatlongspringnight and @calixwrites. i literally cannot conceptualize how my brain would function without you. thank you for helping me realize this story.

Also, HAPPY ONE YEAR OF SH.! I can't believe it. Thank you for coming along for the ride. I appreciate all of you so, so much. anyways, lets get this bread. If you enjoy this chapter, I'd love to hear what you think <3

CHAPTER NINE

Light spills out from beneath the door before you. Tonight, even the abyss below the glass-floored hallway doesn’t raise the hair on the back of your neck. Instead, it’s the light, it’s the door—no,—it’s the man waiting on the other side that sends a shiver down your spine. With a shaky breath you press the door open, walking straight into the unknown.

Enter: silence.

You’re not sure what you expected. Hoseok, waiting eagerly for you?

Instead, just the homey scene before you: Hoseok, wrapped up in a blanket before the fire, one arm poking out of the comfy mess and balancing a heavy book. He’s got a pen gripped between his teeth.

“Hey you, where were you?” he mumbles around the pen, not even looking up.

“The library.”

“Find anything interesting?”

“Ah, um—” You can’t help but think of the erotic image you saw earlier. Your face flushes with heat at the thought of those eight tangled bodies, pleasure drawn across their faces, hands gripping onto anything and everything in reach. The hands, oh, the hands, everywhere. “Picture books. And Jin.”

“Excellent pairing,” he says, a chuckle in his voice.

He keeps looking at his book.

You sigh. It’s been a long day. Maybe now’s not the time for this. Maybe now’s the time to crawl into bed and wrap yourself up with a nice warm man, an untethered voice in your head calls out. But the so-called warm man is currently busy with what must be the most engaging book in the whole world.

With a sigh, you make your way over to the wardrobe, opening it and begin to get undressed, combing through your thoughts, picking through the day.

What a day.

First the conversation with Yoongi, then Jungkook in the kitchen, Namjoon in the library, and finally that creepy fucking bear. All at once you feel the exhaustion hit you. It feels like it’s been five years since you got out of bed this morning.

Your mind, body, and heart all feel heavy and tired.

“Oh, shit, sorry, I—”

Hobi’s voice breaks through the grey reverie.

It’s then that you realize the door to the wardrobe barely covers your form and that you’re in direct view of Hoseok as you undress.

“I can leave and give you privacy,” he says quickly.

“No—”

“No?”

The two of you stop and stare at one another for a moment. You reach to pull your pajamas out of the wardrobe, searching for the right words.

Hoseok begins tapping a rhythm on the arm of the chair, a soft, nervous padpadpad. Your heart rate is rioting through your body, but when you listen, it matches the same tapping as Hoseok’s tic.

“I told you it’s okay to look, right?”

“Right, um. You did say that.”

Expressing that, god, it feels so awkward, you wish you could swallow your words right back up into silence, but you can’t, you won’t, and then, then he’s looking at you like that, not at your body, but at you, eyes burning like the fire that’s smoking behind him.

His fingers still.

And suddenly you are shy, wishing you didn’t have half a tit peeking out of your shirt. Your cheeks warm, and he notices, coughs, and looks away.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you say. “I—” Deep breath. “I like it.”

It surprises you when it spills out, the truth of it.

“Oh.” Hobi glances up at your eyes one more time and there’s a secret smile dancing on his lips, one that you want to pocket for later, one that warms your chest. And then he returns to his book.

Jesus, now what the fuck was that?

You keep your eyes locked on the floor as you adjust your sleep clothes and pad barefoot to the bathroom. Your nightly routine disappears in a blur of mental fog and half-formed daydreams of bodies pressed closely against one another like the secrets might slip out if they were to allow themselves any space.

Somehow, you get everything done and wake up from the fog, staring at yourself in the mirror. It’s the same face that you stared back into every morning of quarantine. It’s the same face you know.

But now there’s something new flickering beneath the surface: fear. Hope. Desire. Exhaustion. You look older, in the way that experience can carve a person out of a body. You look sharper, the depth of everything you’ve experienced, swimming beneath your skin, bringing you to the surface.

After everything, you’re tired.

So tired. You just want to crawl into bed and scootch close to Hobi’s warmth. Maybe let him wrap an arm around you. So that, you decide, is what you’ll do.

Arms wrapped tightly across your chest, you return to the bedroom, only to find that Hobi hasn’t moved.

“Hobi?”

He doesn’t turn around, just hums.

“Hoseok.”

“Yeah?” He’s still engaged in his book.

“Aren’t you coming to bed?”

He doesn’t look up from his book.

“Yeah, soon.”

You move closer. He’s got a book, but he’s also scribbling in it. You peek over his shoulder and before he can notice, rest your head on his shoulder. He jumps at the touch, like you’ve shocked him, and then relaxes, leaning his head into yours. In the margins, his scrawling handwriting flows. Heavy-handed, but more words than you think he should be writing for simple marginalia. And lines, line breaks.

“What, are you some sort of poet now?” It’s a joke, but his ears redden. “Oh! You are!”

“Not a poet, I guess. But I’m writing. Writing lines.” He closes the book before you can read anything of significance.

“A poet!” you sing and pluck the book from his hands.

“Hey!” Hoseok laughs.

You spin away from him, holding the book over your head, and sprint to the bed, giggling. For a moment this level of comfort, it feels like comfort, it feels like no time has passed between you.

You flop on your back onto the mattress and open to a random page, prepared to read some old-timey poet of years gone by in a dramatic retelling. But instead, you find Hoseok’s handwriting and the words lift off the page.

“Hey give it!”

You ignore him and instead focus on the book. His handwriting sprawls across the page:

“Surrounded by people’s stares that can’t be touched I am getting out of breath at the twisted reality, I close my eyes every night, the music box of tragedy echoes

But to be free from this crime, it’s impossible to forget it, to give up.

Because those lips were too sweet.”

“Oh.” You breathe. “You are a poet. What’s that all about?”

You’re about to spin into a rant about just how beautiful the words on the page are when hands wrap around your ankles and you’re tugged down the bed.

“Hey!” You giggle as Hoseok crawls over you. His face is well warmed with embarrassment but there’s something darker, more meaningful swirling in his gaze. Your breath freezes in your throat when he settles above you, hands on either side of your head, looking down at you. The words of Yoongi’s proposal spring to the forefront of your mind then—suddenly—

It’s hard not to imagine him in the same position but in a different context. His shirt, loose from years of wearing it, swings low, revealing his chest. His face, pressed in concentration, his body,wrung tight in devotion, focus, oh. Your heart is racing too quickly. You set the words aside. Later, you tell yourself. This isn’t the right time.

You clutch the book tight to your chest.

“Give it back.” There’s a kind of nervous stillness, like a doe, unsure if she should bolt or stare straight into danger, in him that inspires the same in you.

Still, you push. “Say please,” you insist.

Silence hangs for a long moment before he speaks.

“Please.” He rolls his eyes, but there’s a quirk of a shy smile in the corner of his mouth.

“Alright, but only because you asked so nicely.”

When you offer, Hoseok snatches the book out of your grasp and retreats to his chair again.

You’re left sitting on the bed.

Something like a tense silence settles over the room, electric, the air between you and Hoseok full of unspoken words. Unspoken want?

The day before you has been so long, so full, and yet you can’t help but think on the half answered questions and begun-but-not-finished conversations. They ring in your head like eager bells, yearning for answers, for closures, for the silence of a period at the end of a sentence. Hoseok, the ultimate question mark.

Staring at the ceiling, you lie there for a long while before it becomes too much.

“Hoseok.” The word splits the silence. “Come to bed.”

He looks up at you. Really looks. His gaze lingers perhaps a moment too long, and then he nods.

It’s a slow process, Hoseok getting ready for bed, and it feels like he takes his time. Like he’s shy or hesitant or— you dare not think what else. When he does finally climb into bed, he reaches over to shut off the light immediately. The room plunges into darkness.

“Goodnight,” he says quickly.

You ignore it.

You’re going to tell him. You’re going to repunctuate one of the hundreds of questions from the day with a period and you’re going to tell him that this whole proposal isn’t so wild, it isn’t so crazy, because it’s already there. That connection. That experience. That electricity. And you’re going to tell him that the only mistake back in January was not holding onto him tighter and longer right before the world ended.

“I don’t think it’s so wild, you know,” you blurt out.

“What?”

“Yoongi’s proposal.”

Hobi is silent for a long minute. “I know.”

“You know?” You’re a little shocked by his answer.

“Yeah, I mean, he’s not wrong. There is chemistry there. Yoongi’s never been one to incorrectly read a room.”

Your heart skips in your throat.

“What do you mean?”

“Like, I can’t deny it. I’m not the only one who feels it.” He says it so assuredly.

You don’t want to say anything, dare you let the whole moment collapse around you.

“You didn’t fall asleep on me, did you,” he asks, playfully mocking your pause. Still, there’s a genuine, nervous question in his prompt.

“No, I’m awake,” you whisper into the darkness. “I’m just...processing. I don’t know what the right thing to say here is.”

“Well, maybe there’s just not a right thing to say,” Hoseok says sagely. “What is it?”

“I mean. I’ve thought about it.”

“You have?”

“Same as you,” you add, cheeks warming in embarrassment as you think of what you’ve revealed.

The next thing Hobi says makes you suck in a quick breath:

“And have you thought about me?”

When a million thoughts flutter like falling leaves in your mind, rather than to sort through them, your impulse is to say no, hum a goodnight, and turn your back to him. But the ache in your chest wants to reach for him, wants to take his hand and thread your fingers through his, but maybe that’s too much maybe it’s always too much, so instead you whisper: “Yes.”

He doesn’t hesitate. “And what have you thought?”

“That words don’t work for you,” you say.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” There’s a laugh in his voice, but an ache in his eyes.

“I don’t know.”

“Try.”

You look at him for a long time, like you might find your answer within his features. And then you roll on your back. Look up at the ceiling instead.

“Well. I suppose. You’re so many things at once — in the most beautiful way possible — but it can make it so that… that— I don’t know where to look. Where to begin.”

He looks back at you confused.

“That doesn’t make any sense, does it,” you say.

“Then begin at the start. Look at me. Tell me the first thing that pops into your head.”

“Hoseok…” you sigh.

“Seriously. If it’s a lot of things, start with just one thing. Start with my eyes.”

He turns towards you, rolling on his side. You’re still staring up at the ceiling, hands balled into fists, acid coursing through your veins. He reaches for you. His fingers wrap gently around your wrist and he tugs, softly, a gesture for you to roll on your side and face him.

You do as he bids. Your body feels too warm, hot even, for such a cool night. You can imagine the coolness swirling outside the window behind Hoseok, but here, here, it’s like a bubble of inescapable heat, your heart pounding, your breath coming quickly.

He’s so close too.

But you make yourself look him in the eye and look.

“Your eyes, wellthey'rebeautiful,” you begin, speaking too quickly. You take a deep breath. Start again. “But what I love about them is that when you’re laughing, it feels like they hold all your joy. And when you’re so serious or focused, it’s like, like, looking right into your mind. Like windows.” You can tell Hoseok’s face is warming, even in the dark, but you continue. “And when you want something, really want something, they shine in a kind of way that I don’t really have words for. But it makes me think that I don’t want the world to deny you a single thing.”

It’s then that you realize that Hoseok’s hand never left your wrist, and even though he’s struggling to meet your gaze, his fingers are tracing patterns along your veins. And you think he draws a sun there, right where your pulse is thrumming rapidly.

“Thank you.” He says it so softly you’re barely able to catch it. But then he brings his hand up to his eyes, his index finger gently running beneath one of them like he is experiencing them for the first time.

“And tomorrow,” you whisper. “We’ll do your beautiful nose.” You get a laugh from that, but silence quickly swims between you. Tense, full of questions, full of half said statements and half-sung songs. So you lean into it.

“Hoseok?”

“Yeah?”

“What was it that you were trying to tell me earlier?” you ask softly. The dark swallows your words. Doesn’t return anything.

And then it does.

“Earlier?” There’s a wave of unsureness in his voice. Like he doesn’t want to remember what you’re mentioning. But you push further.

“Earlier. Yes. Remember? You sent Jin to find me. You wanted to talk to me.” The words come strained. A ball in your throat. “You wanted to tell me something.”

“So did you?” Hoseok says softly.

Even though he lies just three feet apart from you, he feels impossibly far away.

“Hoseok.”

The moonlight is stark against him, illuminating half of his face. The way the light falls makes it seem like a mask has been drawn atop his familiar features. You have to remind yourself that he’s there, beneath the moon, beneath time, beneath all of the complications and fumbled words and silence.

“I feel like I’ve messed everything up,” he finally whispers. His voice cracks on the last word.

“Messed up—? how? What?”

He shakes his head.

“Sometimes it’s so hard to bring myself up to the surface.”

There’s a shocking kind of truth in his words and it shocks through your body like ice on a sunny day.

“Oh.” You know it’s not enough — not nearly enough of a response to someone trying to reach you through the fog. And yet even the single, simple syllable sticks.

Why does this feel like there’s a stopper in your chest? With all of the others, it felt as if there wasn’t a question in the world, though you do wonder if that might be an over-eager remembrance of the past couple of days.

Hoseok, before you, feels like the largest question of them all. And in the space of a millisecond, you finally understand. And in the understanding, the thing within you breaks open.

Hoseok is two sides of a precious coin: everything you have and everything you could lose.

But I am over it. I’m over it all.

The separation with Tae. That fateful January night. Everything that has come with the horrors of the pandemic, of isolation. I should be over it. But instead, where all of those things live in your chest, instead, you find ache. You’ve been floating through it all with blinders on and your eyes to the ground, never giving yourself a single moment to feel the deep cuttings of loss. It has been easier to power through, to keep your head down, to shift all of the pain residing in your chest up to the thinking parts of your mind.

There, within your mind, you turn pain to story. It’s the only way you’ve been able to survive it. Once it’s been molded and sculpted into pretty words that are easy to swallow, you wait until the stirrings in your heart quiet down. Though, now that you realize it, they’ve never really quieted down at all, have they? They’re still there within you, singing with the same sharp tremolo as they always have.

I never let myself feel it.

“Oh, Hoseok—” it breaks through the silence as a sob. He winds his hand up your back, tangling his fingers in your hair, and pulls you closer to his chest. You nestle your nose into the crook of his arm.

“Sh, sh. It’s okay. It’s okay. I promise it’s going to be okay. Just let it out.”

And you do. It’s like opening a damn, and your whole chest spills into the small space between you and your friend. At first, it’s just salt water, spilling onto your cheeks, but soon the mess comes. Globs of sorrow force their way out of your throat. Sobs wrack through your body, desperate, dying sounds.

You didn’t even know all of it was in you.

But it keeps coming, pouring out like the tide into bottomless sand and you realize Hoseok’s shirt beneath your face is soaked all the way through and so too is your hair except—

“Hobi?” you stutter through your tears.

“Yeah?” His voice is just as cracked and wet as your own.

“Why are you crying?”

He sniffles. Pulls you closer.

“I’m not.”

You look up at him then, arching your back so that you can see his face. As you take a shaky inhale, wetness still streaking down your face, you see it. It’s there. The grief. Sprinkled on his cheeks like stardust. You reach up and with your thumb, wipe them away.

With a sniffle, you say, “Tell me what’s going on in there.”

“I just—” It’s a long moment before he speaks. The silence weighs heavy.

“I feel overwhelmed.”

“What are you feeling overwhelmed by?”

He spits out the word: “me.” Then a pause. “You. Everything.”

“That makes sense,” you sniffle, drawing a smile onto your face. “Who wouldn’t be overwhelmed by J-Hope’s hot body?”

You instantly chide yourself for making light of his sorrow, but you get a wet chuckle in response. Unfortunately it’s followed by another sniffle and some silence.

“Sorry,” you say softly. “Bad joke.”

“It happens to the best of us. But with all that time spent away from everyone, alone, in my little apartment… I feel like I went a little off the rails. Like all that silence, all that alone time. I don’t know. It did something to me.”

You nod into his chest, encouraging him to go on.

“And I thought being back here that I would just feel the same way I felt about everything—about everyone—as I did before. But it’s not that. It’s so much more.”

“More?”

“I thought the missing you, the others too, would stop. But it hasn’t, even when I'm here, it’s like the distance doesn’t get any smaller like there is a gulf between us. Like a gulf between who I was and who I am and now, except now, I have no idea who this brand new me even is.”

Long pause. You hum, and that seems to spur him on.

“Do you feel like you need to know who that person is?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, then you will. With time.” You let your fingers drum against his chest. “Whoever you are, in there. I love you, you know that right?”

He gives a shuddering, tear-ridden laugh. But he doesn’t say “I know,” back. So instead, you just tighten your grip around him. He responds by doing the same.

You lay like that for a long, long moment.

It feels like the moon could have swung through all of her seasons in that time, and yet the two of you stay, interlocked, clutching onto one another like the other is the only lifeboat for miles, in a deep, dark, stormy ocean.

But at some point the ocean quiets. As if the storm within has been heard, she stills. The clouds roll back, but don’t vanish entirely. The waters, once rioting, still.

Your breath shudders to life.

There’s a certain kind of clarity to your mind, like it’s been dunked in ice water. But around it, a heavy weariness.

“Hobi, you know I love you, right?”

A long quiet. And then: “I know.”

“Good.”

“I love you too.” He whispers it into your hair.

“Good.”

Silence settles around you like a heavy blanket. Your eyelids feel weighted down, and when you peek them open towards the window, everything, the stars included, are blurred.

“Hobi, I’m so tired.”

Hoseok’s hand trails down your arm. His fingers wrap first around your wrist, lifting it up and towards him, and finally, they intertwine with yours.

“Then rest. Don’t worry, I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

It’s as easy as that.

When you finally say yes, yes, to sleep, you know. Your body relaxes, and so does Hobi’s around you. And you know, if there was anything to be done, it was this: tangled up in one another, language falling silent, finally, finally breathing easy.

Most of the time, it’s hard to know if your dreams have colors.

But tonight, there’s no question. Dreamworld is alight with late autumn, leave flurrying down in rainbow hues.

That night you dream of not one, but all seven of your boys. They linger at the edge of your dream though, constantly out of sight. You wander through a dense forest. It grows darker and thicker the further into it you clamber, bushes and branches gripping onto your clothes like hands.

You can hear them calling out your name, and even as you keep on moving, it seems as if a question remains: Are you running towards them or away?

At some point the dream shifts. It’s winter, and you stand above the forest on some steep cliff. The height takes your breath away, makes your lungs tighten on the inhale.

You call out their names, and six voices answer from the forest beneath you. You can see them now, figures frolicking in the snow, laughing, throwing snowballs, but where’s—?

A hand snakes around you from the back as a body presses close behind you.

Your name, whispered in your ear, strung through with devotion, desire—

“Hoseok, is that you?”

Your question is answered when he spins you around and into him. He is leaning against the tall, black stone wall, looking down at you through full lashes. But there's a look in his gaze that you haven’t known before. Hunger, deep hunger, ravenous hunger, directed straight at you. And at the edges of it, sunshine peeks through.

Hands wash down your back, taking their time to reach your hips. Warmth swallows you, a pinkish, springtime glow you could bathe in for ages.

It’s snowing and when the flakes hit your skin, they immediately melt. But you’re not paying attention to the darkening sky, you’re paying attention to the way the man pressed against your body feels. You want to memorize it.

There’s a moment when you understand it’s a dream.

Knowing it, you grin. You lean into him, lips searching for lips—

But he stops you. Takes your chin between his fingers and tilts your head up. Looking at you. Examining you. And when he bends down, eyes fluttering shut, it’s not your lips he meets but the flushed and summer warmed skin of your neck, just below your ear.

You gasp, tangling your hands in his hair, back arching into him until there’s no space left between you.

Body, pressed to body.

This dream is so vivid it feels real. Feels so real that when your eyes blink open to find Hoseok’s skin pressed against you, it makes sense, and you lift his head from your neck to return the favor: like a gift pressed between secretive hands, you press a fluttering kiss to the sensitive skin beneath his ear. Letting your teeth graze against his warmth, you drink in the breath he sucks in so shakily with relish. Hands still tangled in his hair, you wonder when and how you moved to the ground. You’re tangled up in one another against the soft ground, and you can feel the winter air against your skin.

He moves a thigh between your legs, and as he tucks himself against you, it feels like puzzling yourself together.

Your eyes flutter open as you pull away from his neck. His eyes are still pressed shut, but your name quivers on his lips as he tries to pull you closer again. It’s dark out, and the moon leans in close to the window—

The window?

Breath stills in your chest as Hoseok’s eyes open too. Pupils blown wide, he reaches for you, trying to pull you back to him when the dream slips from his gaze too.

When breath returns, it comes quickly, like a river rushing. Hoseok’s gasps match the pace of yours. Your gaze flicks down to see that his neck is reddening quickly. His fingers trail to the spot you’re looking at and the both of you gasp. And that’s when you notice.

Against your leg. Something hard. Hot. Very much in the shape of—

Both of you move at the same time, detangling your leg from between his thighs, him pulling his hand from yours, and flipping to the opposite side at the same time.

Back to back, your breathing matches one another. Wide awake, you can’t calm the racing in your chest.

Fuck.

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⟪“I’m so sorry. You’re going to die.”⟫

You know, usually, whenever I come to the end of a serious, I say something like “Finally, we’re here at the end” or something of the sort, but as I’m writing/typing this out, that seems a bit optimistic. It’s bittersweet coming to the end of an era. A series, more specifically.

I remember coming to you earlier this year to let you know that I would be reading MTR during the summer, but now it’s fall, and in a way, it matches how I’m feeling deep inside. The start of things coming to an end. A transition period. But one filled with beautiful colors nonetheless, and lots of tasty treats and holidays spent with those you love.

I’m glad that I read this when I did. Reread it, actually, as I do with any fic just to get my mind into sorts, but I feel as though this was an emotionally perfect ending. Being able to see the sequence of events of this story from a different point of view, a point of view that I hadn’t even considered until it was right there in front of me, was a beautiful way to wrap this up. Remembering and reimagining the muffin tin point and Walpurgisnatch and the ongoing escalade of feelings between Taehyung and the reader felt so blissful and nostalgic and new. It gave life to a deeper part of this story that I didn’t even realize, and it's something that should be treasured tremendously.

More so, I felt my breath catch once I realized what Yoongi meant when he said “Huh, strange. I thought it was the house." a few chapters ago. Even though I feel like I mentioned it as the chapters went on, I was still faced with surprise once it was said that the reader and Taehyung were tethered haha! That, too, was a beautiful and intimate moment. To be honest, I was nervous about it though. I was worried that maybe Taehyung or the reader would lose the other and would have to continue life without their partner, but you turned it into something admired and adored. Dying is not something to be sorry for in this context. In fact, that just means that they’ve established their chance of living. Finally. It’s beautiful. Peaceful. Unburdened and unobstructed.

I also want to add that I really liked this part:

Yoongi hangs his head slightly. “I might have deserved that.” He looks up, and meets your eyes. “I did come everytime you called though, didn’t I?” The blue thread lights up and you smile at the silent apology he sends through it. You hadn't been that alone after all, and definitely won’t be in the future.

This part just wraps everything up so nicely, and it is definitely one of my favorite parts of this story.

You write so beautifully, August. If there were a way to make your words more viable, then I would. It's soft and emotional, yet comforting. A place that anyone would find a home in if they soaked in your words for just a moment. This story encapsulated just that, and I feel blessed that I could read such a story at a time like this.

Now I’m getting a bit teary-eyed as this will be my last love letter for this story (but definitely not for you, my friend). I’ll always think back to this piece with warmth. Thank you for bringing that to me on this chilly day. You have my love💕

my tears ricochet #epilogue | kth

#epilogue: tell me how to live (tell me how to die)

word count: 2587 words

series: my tears ricochet [masterlist]

summary: well fuck. this is not what Yoongi had anticipated.

pairing: ghost!reader x taehyung

genre: ghost!AU, roommate!AU, fluff / angst / crack

warnings for this series: (still kinda) sfw  // it’s a ghost story, so death will be touched upon // questionable ghost mythology //  language (curse words)

chapter warnings: QUESTIONABLE GHOST MYTHOLOGY turned up to 100, Tae is getting dragged for his baking equipment, our ghost is a smart cookie

beta read by the loveliest @snackhobi​ (Dear Joy, thank you from the bottom of my overflowing heart! It’s been so wonderful!)

A/N: It’s a wrap! It’s been almost 5 months, 13 chapters and way more words than I had anticipated. The love I have received on this story is more than I could have wished for, and I’m emotional, so let me get sappy for a minute, because I’m just super happy/touched/grateful for everyone reading/liking/reblogging/reviewing. You can’t imagine the amount of serotonin that was set free. It means the world that people were rooting for this couple, and I can just hope that this ending does them justice. Thank you for being on this ride with me.

I absolutely would love to hear from you, if you enjoyed it! Feel free to get in touch in whicheverr way you’re comfortable with!

#11 my tears ricochet

“Fuck.”

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Come sit for a spell & join @bratkook @hobidreams @junghelioseok @jungkxook @kpopfanfictrash @suga-kookiemonster and @underthejoon as we present seven stories sure to make your cauldron bubble over 👻🎃

Title: Fated

Author: @underthejoon

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Summary: You always knew your paths would cross. That one day you’d be faced with the man, no the beast, to whom you would wed. Fated is what they called you, meant to unite kingdoms and realms alike. Despite knowing this, you are wholly unprepared for the way in which Fate comes to call.

Title: The Dark

Author: @bratkook

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Your small town thrives on the occult, luring tourists in with endless themed festivities, but the only place you’re determined to see is the mysterious club that comes to life the week before Halloween. What makes The Dark so exclusive, and what secrets are they hiding behind closed doors?

Tite: Renegade

Author: @junghelioseok

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Summary: Call it what you will—an unfortunate mistake, a lapse in judgment, a really, really bad fuck-up. It doesn’t change the fact that you willingly signed your soul away to an infuriatingly handsome, disarmingly affable crossroads demon after tragedy struck. And it definitely doesn’t change the fact that you’re on the run from that very same demon, now that ten years have passed and your time’s up.

Title: F(X)

Author: @suga-kookiemonster

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Summary: you are his heart, his light, his everything—and when you don't make it home one fateful day, namjoon feels that light snuffed out right alongside you. but just when he thinks all is lost, a long-forgotten memory gives him the hope he's been praying for. you are his light, and the only place he belongs is by your side, basking in your glow. namjoon will do everything in his power to keep you burning bright.

Title: Lovely Demons

Author: @kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Summary: As penance for a crime committed long, long ago, the Witch Council banished you to the feared Tholoss forest. Your sentence was one hundred thousand days of solitude – or death, whichever came first. Your one hope of salvation comes from the demon names sent to you every morning; creatures that escape the inner circles of Hell, posing a threat to the mortal realms. For each demon you hunt down, days are removed from your sentence. For years you’ve existed, biding your time, until one morning you receive a name which throws your entire world into chaos: the name of Park Jimin, High Prince of Hell himself.

Title: Nox

Author: @hobidreams

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Summary: It has been centuries since the noble vampire Taehyung has allowed himself to want another. He had thought his emotions under control, his chilled heart far from susceptible to such human fallacies. Really--How many times has he borne witness to the lethal consequences of desire for a warm body, a soft kiss? But when he happens upon you on the side of the road, bathed in the dimming light of the oncoming evening... He finds himself unable to move on without at least asking your name, all the while denying the fervent need budding in his damned soul.

Title: Suck It Up!

Author: @jungkxook

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Summary: being jungkook’s best friend means you’re used to his strange and chaotic ways of life but lately he’s been acting a little too strange, like thinking he’s turned into a vampire kind of strange.

royal flush | knj x reader | [M]

 ➹ title: royal flush

➹  pairing: namjoon x reader

➹ summary: your kingdom’s newest prisoner is giving you sleepless nights. 

➹ rating: 18+

➹ genre/au: royal!au, queen!reader,  prisoner!namjoon, strangers to enemies(?) to lovers, smut, thriller, p(with very minimal)p

➹ word count: 1.5k

➹ warnings: oral(male receiving), fingering, breast play, nipple play, penetrative sex, public sex, mentions of treason, prison

➹ credits: @lavienjin​ and @sunshinejunghoseokie​ are my wonderful betas for this fic. thank you both for working on such short notice ❤️

➹ a/n: this is for part of 2 network events. details are given below.

part of @btsgoldnetwork‘s Golden Royals Event. it’s technically still september so happy birthday joonie! your sexy brain and dangerous body and wonderful heart have us all in shambles ❤️ 

part of @bangtansorciere​’s September House Games Fall for Romance hosted by @yoonia​. 

❥ AU type/trope - Sweaters & Leather Boots - Strangers to Lovers AU

❥ Theme - Royalty, Forbidden Romance

❥ Kinks - Nipple play, Fingering, Public Sex

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《“If it’s quiet you desire, that can only be bought by the meeting of your tongue and mine.”

...

“And if I don’t desire your quiet?” Your words came out ragged, edged with a desperate ache.

“Then I will never stop telling you how much I love you, never stop showing you. You will never want for anything more than me, and if you do, I’ll know I have not done well enough.”》

Admittedly, I've read this story three times:

The first was when I was blessed with the opportunity to be asked to read this before you posted, and I completely and absolutely fell in love with it.

The second was a few days after you posted. I remember that it was a school night, and I had just finished taking my exams for the week, but I treated myself by rereading this gem, and I fell in love with the story for the second time. This was one of the sweetest gifts to me.

And finally, the third is now (well, technically, about a week ago by the time this is posted).

Each read gave a different emotion. A different response and visual image of the world slowly emphasized how dynamic and detailed this world is and the characters you created. Each read made me realize that I could honestly never get tired of this story, even if I had read it once or one hundred times. This is a story that I can genuinely and without a doubt call timeless.

Your writing is liquid gold, Kay. The world is so vibrant and alive, and the people are filled with so much beauty. So much magic that I loved living there with every chance that I had. Subtle things that I might’ve missed previously stood out, like how Seokjin was looking for the main character, he said he was looking for “the only person in the room that mattered” and how she was “easily the brightest spot in the room”. Reading these lines now just made my heart stop for a moment because of just how beautiful that line was. It also feels like I’m spewing poetic right now when I haven’t even really begun thinking back through everything, but your mind is truly remarkable, and I feel honored that I had the chance to read something so emotive like this story.

Okay, but to start this off, I do have to say poor Hoseok.

From the beginning, you could tell that there was a natural attraction between the main character and Seokjin rather than what could be felt toward Hoseok. Their thoughts made toward each other, for each other, were incredibly salient (and also so romantic and passionate and just so full of love). How they reacted to each other's presence, even though the feeling of being wrong veiled the point where the misunderstanding occurred, was intense yet soft. More so out of hurt than anything, and you wrote it so well. Especially this part:

Longing curled around your heart in suffocating tendrils, begging for another deadly dose.

UGH!!! It is one of the most beautiful and poignant lines I’ve ever read and one of the lines of the story that truly captures what this story is about and shows the seesaw of feelings that the main character experienced during the first half.

My favorite part though has to be, hands down, the entire sequence of the apology.

"For a princess of summer, your shoulder is rather cold from this side,"

The build-up to just getting the main character away from her family and out to the dance floor was astonishing. The back and forth shown between the mc, her dismissiveness, and Seokjin, his determination heightened by his own declaration, was one of the moments that truly made me clutch my phone a bit harder. Bring my face a bit closer to the screen to take it all in. It felt as though I were in a movie, both as an actor and an observer, watching them and listening to their conversation…

And then, the actual apology.

I wish I knew more words that could encapsulate all of the emotions and visions that flashed in my mind while reading that part, but it was so magical. From her siblings helping to the imagery of just all of the elements shown, to Seokjin’s singing...It was overwhelming in the best way. And then the fact that Seokjin calls the mc his “sunbeam” and literally gives her a sun drop?!!?!?!!?!?

Oh, Kay!! My heart.

The moments that struck me the most though were when the main character was explaining the concept of love in terms of Fey. How inconsistent and untethering it is between two people. But, for her, whenever she looks and thinks about Seokjin, the only thing she wants is him. The way she spoke about her love and affections for him made my heart swell out of my chest (it is honestly still making me quite a bit emotional even as I reread the passages. Especially the moment where Seokjin admits to wanting to tie himself to her and get married--with the human custom of rings!!!!), and I could only hope that one day I find a love that is as strong and devoted as theirs.

Sidenote: The moment when Seokjin tells the mc his real name, Astóir, was so touching. This entire piece was heartwarming and emotive and passionate, and I feel myself wanting to tear up right now as I am finishing my thoughts tbh.

Kay, thank you so much for sharing your incredible writing. This has been a long time waiting, but I’m happy that I can share my thoughts with you. I’m just so in awe of this story and your writing in this. Fey and Wilde will forever be one of my favorites from you (but everything you write is honestly a fave of mine). I am also very thankful for all of the behind-the-scenes you let me in on for this story. I feel so honored. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I’ll always and forever be sending you my love, even if it has to come through the form of these (not so) little love letters💕

Fey and Wilde

Audacity takes on many forms in vampire High Lord Kim Seokjin. Daring to show his face at the summer court after insulting your honor was one. Finding his way back into your bed in spite of that was another entirely.

Pairing: Seokjin x Female Reader

Genre: Vampire!Seokjin; Fae!Reader; Fantasy; Established Relationship; Fluff; Angst but not really; Smut

Word Count: 16,000+

Warnings: Alcohol; Profanity; Explicit sexual content, Vampire biting, Blood drinking and smearing; Obscene, decadent, and purely indulgent romantic drivel; Purple prose

Related storie(s): Moonflower

Note: This story features a reader-character with brown skin and physical features similar to those of African descent

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“Join me for a dance then and I’ll explain everything,” he said. Your expression didn’t change.

“I’ll have to decline,“ you said. “I’m not in the habit of sharing dances with partners who gravely insult me with such indifference.”

Predictably stubborn to a fault and he would never expect any less. Instead, he had developed a taste for it, lapped up your incorrigible fey pride as he had every other part of you — the cold, and the soft, and the ever blazing.

“Only one dance,” he insisted. “And if I haven’t convinced you of my sincerity by the end, I’ll leave Southsong and never return. You have my word.” He felt the weight of his declaration lift into the air, the magic of the Feywild snapping it up with hungry satisfaction. It was a gamble to bet everything on a few moments, knowing that he truly would never be able to return if he didn’t convince you. But he was willing to take those kinds of chances if it meant he would win you back. He had to.

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《“What? Were you imagining something a little bit more formal?”》

*sighs*

Will there ever be a point where I am not impressed by you and your words, Willow?

I read this during the summer, and this was actually the story I hinted in my last reblog of yours. To be honest, I’m not sure why I thought that this might have put me in an even more coherent state because right now, my mind is fuzzy with the thoughts of this park scene and maybe what might’ve happened at the movie theatre👀. But I’m also not going to let my mind stray too far off because those are dangerous thoughts, and I’m trying to make it through the day in one piece, haha!

Amazing, beautiful, sultry, and funny are just a few words that have come across my mind while and after reading this, and it is with great pleasure (or maybe pain?) that I will be thinking about this for a while.

Thank you so much, Willow. You are such a talented person, and your mind is filled with the most beautiful constellations and creations. Sending you my love (for the billionth time)💕

"I just want to please you" + "this wasn't supposed to happen this way"

Namjoon and yn, at the park

incredible, nonnie

DATE NIGHT 

wc: 301 rating: explicit warnings: public sex, handjob

“This wasn’t—”

He chokes on the word. He chokes on it, his throat closing around the phrase, his head thrown back in pleasure, his eyes squeezed shut. He even bites his lip to keep the words — more like sounds at this point — from spilling out of his throat.

He always was a little too controlled, you think, and then you squeeze your grip a little tighter and he cries out. The groan is soft and delicious and you want to drink it up.

“Hm? What were you saying?” You tease, your words hardly above a whisper. “It wasn’t what?”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen this way,”  he spits out through gritted teeth.

“What? Were you imagining something a little bit more formal?”

“We’re in a fucking—ngh—park!”

Your hand is now twisting up and down his shaft and you can tell he’s close, his breath drawn shabbily through his throat, eyes clenched shut, knuckles turning white.

“You ought to be quieter,” you whisper. “In case anyone else notices.”

“It’s a little hard—  when you’re doing it like that.”

“I just wanted to please you,” you say softly.

It’s something about your voice that does it for him. With a hardly covered groan he cums, filling your hand with his seed. You give him a moment. Let his breath return to normal, his eyes blink open to the summer sun beating down on you both.

“Fuck,” he hisses, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that fast.”

“You’ve got a bit of an exhibitionist streak, huh?”

He just grins sheepishly at you.

“C’mon,” you say, grabbing a wipe from your bag and cleaning off your hand before offering it to him, helping him to his feet. “Let’s finish our date, shall we? What’s next? A movie?”

《You don’t do this. You thought. You don’t follow mysterious men into dark doorways.》

I mean this in the most loving way possible, but goddammit, Willow.

Earlier, I was making lunch while scrolling through my phone. More specially, scrolling through your masterlist because there was a piece of yours that I wanted to reread for the time being, and so I was graciously blessed (or maybe it was Satan that made me veer off track) that led me to come across this gem. And so now, rather than salivating over my chicken nuggets, I am now quite steaming over this.

The way you wrote this drabble was so amazing. It's mysterious. Namjoon is mysterious and sexy and goodness, I don't blame the reader for throwing caution to the wind because quite frankly, I would too if I were in that situation.

Your words are so poetic and pretty, Willow. I feel like I’m in heaven every time I come to you and read something of yours. Thank you so much for sharing this (and a shoutout to Ash who sent in the prompt😉) My heart is yours.💕

No thoughts head empty only

“Don’t you want a better look?” he murmured. “All you have to do is--” He paused, tongue darting out across his lips. “--step closer.” 

He hadn’t moved. Not in a long minute. He sat, arms crossed across the chair, eyes burning into you. His fingers drummed against the solid muscle of his arm, a devoted pattern that you wished you could know but didn’t know how to. 

“Y-yeah.” 

The word tumbled out of you as if he had drawn it out with his gaze. 

“Yeah?” His eyebrows shot up. Was that a note of hope you detected? 

“Yeah.” The word was slow but it was sure. 

In a second he was standing again, reaching out for you, hand wrapping around your wrist. With a light tug, you were stumbling forward and into his arms. The air left your lungs in a woosh as you pressed against him, hand coming to rest dangerously on his toned chest. You dared look up at him. Dared stare into the dark gentleness in his eyes. 

You don’t do this. You thought. You don’t follow mysterious men into dark doorways. And yet, here you were, hand wrapped tightly in his, following him up the steps and into the house.

send me some of your thirsty thots to get the inspiration machine up and running and i’ll write a line or two based on your words

just like christmas ↬ jhs ↬ (m)

↝A/N: as part of the christmas in july collab hosted by @kookdiaries @kithtaehyung and @xiaokoo | thank you endlessly forever to @kithtaehyung and @softyoongiionly for beta reading this little by little over the last two months. and to @yoonia @sugaurora @randombtsprincessa @kookdiaries  @sahmfanficbts @yehet-me-up and @j-pping for being the most encouraging, supportive friends i could have while writing this. i love you all muchly! ↝Pairing: Hoseok x Reader (oc; female) (featuring TVXQ! Yunho; one scene with Red Velvet Seulgi) ↝Genre: holiday retreat au; strangers to lovers au; romance; comedy; smut; heavy angst ↝Summary: One week before Christmas, your boyfriend of five years ends your relationship citing your career functioning as your first priority. With hardly any friends in town, and family out of the country, you decide to travel overseas yourself. Alone. At Christmas. After finding an idyllic Air BnB in the country side, you resign yourself to a Christmas of wine, cheese, and more wine. But a knock at your door after midnight changes everything. Rather, it’s Hoseok who changes everything. ↝Movie inspo: The Holiday (2006) ↝Rating: NC-17 ↝Word Count: 38K ↝Warnings: explicit language; explicit smut; one scene in which the reader misinterprets hoseok knocking on her door for an intruder; light and extremely brief mentions of self-defense; heavy mentions of unhappy relationships; light elements of gaslighting/manipulation from yunho; explicit discussions of infidelity and cheating; drinking; masturbation (f); biting; marking; dirty talk; scratching; unprotected sex; creampie; impreg kink; crying; light breast play if you squint; fingering (f); smut in a house neither character owns (i maybe dont need to tag that but who knows); pain kink; light size kink     ↝ banner made by the ever wonderful @kookdiaries

‘I can’t believe that’s all you have to say for yourself,’ you sneered. ‘You’re sorry? Am I supposed to just accept that?’

Watching Yunho hold the crate of his things against his chest, his imposing stature reduced to that of a boy, inspired your bitterness. In that moment, you understood everything - all the ways in which your relationship had become an ultimatum of joyless sacrifice. The you that had transformed under his affections stood with your hands on your hips, caged in the doorway of a home that was not his but also no longer yours, tainted by his presence. 

You despised him and, infuriatingly, you loved him within the same moment.

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《He always knew how to make you feel loved. Feel wanted.》

Ryen,

Hi, my love. This, reading one of your works, has been a long time coming, and I’m really glad that I read it last night. Reread it this rainy morning so that my thoughts could be more coherent and so that I could submerge myself inside of this beautifully written piece.

Your writing is incredibly emotive, and it felt like as I was placed from scene to scene, it was easy to just live there for a while. Reside in the lustful yet loving relationships the reader experienced that would eventually frame her lifetime and future.

We first have Hoseok. Energetic. Electric. A passionate frenzy of what it feels like to just simply feel alive. What it feels like to be on a roller coaster or skydiving. You may not know which way is up or down, but you know that it feels amazing, and you never want it to stop. Unless, of course, you have acrophobia or aren't an adrenaline junkie. He’s someone that people make movies about. The young adult coming of age films where the main character is at her peak and just says “fuck it” or rather “fuck him” because she knows that he wants it to, and maybe it’s okay to take a risk just this once.

Then there's Yoongi. The ultimate depiction of softness and comfort, mixed with the underlying note of sensuality and carnality. The type of person who makes you realize that you've sunk too deep before you even stepped foot into the water, but you like it there. You like how it overwhelms your senses against your skin and you like seeing new forms of life before your eyes. Something dangerous yet something so beautiful that you simmer in the newfound peace and quiet before feeling the anxiety that things are a bit too forbearing.

Seokjin was a juxtaposition to the others. Someone who makes you feel without thinking. Someone who shows you what it’s like to live in the moment without any remorse or consequence. Just pure unadulterated pleasure without rocking the boat too far.

Each of their stories is a puzzle piece, fitting so perfectly inside the heart and reminiscence of the reader. Each brought a unique wave of high and low. Rises and falls that work as stepping stones to build the peak of the reader’s romances and affinities:

Namjoon.

You felt like a wild animal, caged within his bulky arms and roped in with his lustful gaze.

Namjoon is a smokey and sultry mix of intensity and idleness. Of love and lust. Someone who brings the unearthed parts of you to the forefront and broadcasts them in a space that feels safe and warm, because to him, they are the most beautiful things in the world and it would be a shame for you to not know it yourself.

But his was the one that looked right back without wavering. Without doubt. Time stopped; you weren’t counting down the nights; feelings existed and lasted like a reddened hearth.

This is something people dream about. He is someone that people dream about. And I’m grateful that the reader was able to experience what it feels like to have that for herself and find her own unique sense of peace.

Ryen, this was such a beautiful story, and I loved reading every single word of it. It's honestly a shame that I didn't read this sooner. Nevertheless, I loved it, and I can't wait to read more of your works. I'm sending you all of my love, friend💕

with him. (m) | hyung line

title: with him. (m) pairing: hyung line x reader(f) genre/rating: 18+ ; smut word count: 1.2k summary: in which you remember all the ones before him. warnings: language, house party, penetration, oral, breast play, sl*t/wh*re nicknames notes: this is just a quickie for the wonderful hyung line enthusiast @joheunsaram​ !! i don’t know what came over me bc this just.. produced itself, so happy birthday LOL i hope you like it! if you don’t, you can crumple it, chuck it in the bin, and pretend this never happened sdjklfsd. also, all pics other than the boys can be found on my aesthetic blog @brandisher​ 🤎

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With Hoseok, it started as a blur and ended as a blur. 

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《“One day, you’ll look at me and there won’t be sadness in your gaze. I promise, Y/N."》

To be honest, there haven't been a lot of Ex-Husband fics that have captured my attention. I also haven't been on the lookout nor read said Ex-husband fics before, so I feel like I just invalidated myself lol. But when it comes to you and whatever you conjure up in your mind Shanna, I will always take the time and sit down to read them because they are just so refreshing. You write in a way that makes me want to both lay out in the sun and drink a strawberry smoothie but also curl up in bed when it's dark with wine and my favorite candy in hand.

This piece was a sweet and dark mix of love and lust. Of hurt and heartbreak. Of what it feels like to miss someone who had meant so much to you and end up falling back into old routines. I've never been in a breakup, but I do know what it’s like to lose someone. Almost everything reminds you of them and it’s easy to fall back into past habits, especially in this case when the history between Jungkook and the reader is so throughout and detailed. Marked with memories that are hard to just dismiss after everything that they've been through.

Even though this was only a snapshot into their story, you could see so much through their history and just the way they acted in this particular moment. And even though the reader may be lying to her friend Irene, I’m happy that at the very least, she isn’t lying to herself about how she feels.

P.S.-I also read what you wrote regarding their future, and I'm glad that she and Jungkook were able to find each other again in a new light. I'm just so in love with this and the way you write and the stories you’re able to create, Shanna.

Thank you so much, Shanna, for sharing this. This was amazing!!! I'm also can't wait to read Exes and Superher-o's II and Love to Hate soon🥰. Sending love 💕

Liars and Fire (M)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Ex-Husband!AU / Angst / Smut

Warnings (Smut): oral (female receiving), some nipple play, fingering, delayed/withheld orgasms

Warnings (Other): mentions of miscarriage, mentions of therapy, slight jealousy from jungkook  

Synopsis: It’s been nearly a year since your divorce was finalized. Why, then, do you still find yourself falling into bed with your ex?

Word Count:  3,190

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Now or Never (Kim Namjoon x F!Reader)

Pairing: Surgeon!Namjoon x Surgeon!Reader

Genres: tooth-rotting fluff

AUs: Medical AU, Established Relationship AU

Word count: 1.2k

Tags/trigger warnings: mentions of blood and surgery, otherwise just cuteness and Trivia:Love being the most perfect song ever

Ratings: sfw, g

Summary: Move over McDreamy, Dr. NamSwoon is on the scene.

A/N: Happy birthday to the one, the only, my beloved Namjoon! I love this man so much, so I had to combine him being the most perfect and swoonworthy human along with one of the most romantic moments to air on network TV: MerDer’s Post-It wedding. Their vows to each other include a combination of MerDer’s vows from season 5 episode 24, Burke’s vows to Cristina in season 3 episode 25, and Trivia:Love lyrics to make the perfect heart-stopping combo. I wrote this while watching Grey’s in the car, all credits go to Shonda Rimes and Namjoon for being geniuses tho.

Banner was made by me (graphic design is my passion!) Crossposted to AO3 here.

The high pitched “ping” of your pager echoes through the empty break room. Letting out a groan, you sink to the floor. Would you ever be able to catch a break these days? Life as a surgeon seemed non-stop, limitless, and all-consuming. Every day brought on the thrill of exciting new cases and saving lives, but you found yourself missing those quiet moments that brought stability and security in your life. The moments that helped show you that you had a home and a life to go back to. Which is why today, of all days, was so important.

You hear the soft click of the door unlocking behind you as footsteps tap on the tile floor.

“Are you ready to go?” a deep voice asks. Turning around, you’re met with a sight for sore eyes: Namjoon in a perfectly pressed midnight blue suit and tie, hair gelled back, dimples popping as he greets you with a smile. He holds out your coat and dress towards you.

You look towards him listlessly, sadness filling your eyes.

“I just got a page right now, that patient we saw before needs to go back into surgery,” you sigh, showing him the blinking red light.

“I know,” Namjoon reaches out a hand to rest on your slumped shoulders. “The CT showed a re-bleed. I’ll page Yoongi and ask him to take care of it.”

“Oh no, really? You should go back in and check then,” you respond, gently pushing him towards the door.

“I would, but then I have to go check in on Jungkook’s mother after she had that terrible fall. He says he doesn’t trust anyone but me to take care of her. Maybe we can both do that together and then go to city hall,” he explains softly.

“No,” you groan. “Because then we have the board meeting afterwards for the hospital. You know Taehyung is going to chew our heads off if we’re not there to protect him from the wrath of his parents and the entire board of trustees.”

Running through the various ways to tackle the situation at hand, you resign yourself to another chaotic day on the job.

“How about,” you respond, thoughts running at the speed of light, “we tell the nurses and the team to prep the patient, we’ll run to city hall and do it once we come back.”

“___,” Namjoon begins, but you press a finger to his lips to cut him off.

“There’s no time, Namjoon,” you shush. “We have to get moving. We’ll go to city hall, come back, you’ll check on Jungkook’s mom, I’ll go hype up Taehyung and tell him that he’s going to be the next head of pediatric surgery, no matter what his parents say, and then we’ll tackle the patient-“

“___,” Namjoon grips you by the shoulders. “We can always do this some other day.”

“There is no other day!” you yell exasperatedly, waving your hands in the air. “Every day is like this. I love you, and I do want to marry you today, but there is no time.”

Namjoon catches your wrist in the air, enclosing his large palm over your own. He takes a step towards you, bringing his other hand to rest on your cheek.

“___,” he says, his deep voice rumbling gently. “Can you find me a piece of paper?”

“Namjoon,” you groan, frustrated that he’s not taking this as seriously as you are. There’s no time for these antics, the two of you had countless surgeries and follow-ups waiting on your schedule. “For what?”

“We made a promise that we wanted to commit the rest of our lives to each other. To do that, we need to makes vows to each other. Marriage is a commitment, and it’s a contract. Who says we need to be somewhere specific to sign it together?”

You roll your eyes at how stark and serious he seems to be in this moment. This is far from even the modest city hall wedding the two of you had managed to squeeze into your busy schedules. Reaching into the pocket of your white coat, you rustle around the pens and highlighters and gum wrappers to find a stack of Post-It notes. The soft, happy glint in his eyes manages to bring a small smile to your face.

Namjoon lets out an exhausted groan as he slumps back into one of the plastic chairs, dragging you into his lap with him.

“Ok,” he breathes softly, taking the Post-Its from your hand. “Now let’s make our promises.”

Taking the pen from your pocket, your messy scrawl adorns the Post-It as you read aloud your words.

“Promise that we’ll always love each other, even when we hate each other. No running, no walking out on each other. That we’ll take care of each other, even if one of us becomes old and senile, and has to spend their life on a hospital bed.”

Namjoon’s eyes fill with tears as he listens to you speak the words aloud, smiling as you don’t even notice that your voice begins to crack when you make this covenant. Reaching out, he brushes the frizzy strands of hair that have fallen loose from your hairstyle out of your face.

“My turn,” he whispers, taking the pen from your hands, and turning over to a new Post-It as he hands you yours.

He quickly scrawls two words on the Post-It, the black Hangul lettering causing you to raise your eyebrows at what he could possibly mean.

“___,” he chokes out, eyes becoming misty. “You make I to an O, you make live to a love. In Korean, 사람 (saram) is the word for person, and 사랑 (sarang), is the word for love. You were the person that taught me how to love. I live so I can love you today, and every day we’ve had before, and every day we’ll have after. I’m a surgeon: I stitch bodies together and take them apart, I hold people’s heart in my hands. And today, I promise to give you my heart, and lay it in your palms. You’re my person.”

“This is forever,” he finishes, signing his name at the bottom the post it and holding it out to you.

“This is it then, huh?” you smile, scribbling your name next to his. “A wedding on a Post-It?”

“And now, I can kiss the bride,” Namjoon’s palms cup your jaw, leaning in as your lips meet, and pure euphoria floods your veins at the thought that this brilliant man is finally yours.

Namjoon lovingly sticks both Post-Its into your respective cubbies, just in time for the loud knocking on the door of the break room to cause the both of you to jolt.

“Namjoon! ___!” Yoongi’s gruff voice calls out. “Where have the two of you been?”

Namjoon creaks open the door, slipping on his white coat over his suit as he ushers you outside.

Yoongi’s face is stern, but his eyes sparkle with mirth at the discovery of catching you both alone in there.

Giving Yoongi a wink, Namjoon slips an arm around your waist and leads you away, making sure to turn back and tell his older colleague:

“That’s Dr. and Dr. Kim to you now, Dr. Min.”

A/N pt. 2: Happy birthday again to Namjoon - I'm so thankful for his existence and leadership in Bangtan everyday, he's absolutely wonderful. Thanks for reading! As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi 💜

《"Naija, you better keep a close eye on those two. Especially that one,” he said, jerking his chin at you. “She hates following instructions.”》

Finally being able to take the time and write a review for this chapter was heaven-sent. I remember reading this fairly close to after you posted it, and about two months later, I'm sitting here, going back and forth from looking at my screen and the notes on my phone, wondering why the absolute hell I didn't do this earlier? And I know that this part was sort of a chapter that wasn't supposed to be a chapter, but I'm also realizing that every time I do look at my notes, the scenes and images you created here were just so salient, and I'm happy that you decided to write this.

I'm also glad that within the first few paragraphs of this chapter I was able to embed the images of Seokjin and Namjoon in my mind.

Seokjin, dressed casually in his t-shirt that exposes his beautiful shoulders paired with baseball, and Namjoon, oh Namjoon, with his giant, girthy, beautifully sculpted di- I mean thighs. Totally meant thighs for sure. But I have to be honest, even though I've read this part before, it still didn't stop me from sitting up in my bed in surprise and nearly choking because “thighs” was most certainly not the first thing that came into my mind after all of that.

Anyways.

Over the last few chapters, we’ve been able to see Seokjin in new lights. From manager to nearly certified sex god. From someone who is extremely funny and cheeky to more serious and sympathetic when it comes to more interpersonal relations, and now we see an extension of that. Of how Seokjin isn’t just this powerful figure, but how he is so willing to be so altruistic and compassionate even when he doesn’t necessarily have to and the story with Ara and her nieces, Hyeri and Hyorin. That scene was really touching to read. Every character and their background you introduce is full and fulfilling to the storyline, even if they might be there for a chapter or so. Through them, we get to see more of what Seokjin is like behind the scenes. How generous and caring he is to those who are around him. At times it doesn't feel like Seokjin is their manager, but an honest and true friend and my heart couldn’t become any more full. And like Ara said, “Being genuinely friendly goes a longer way than you think” and I genuinely appreciate seeing Seokjin being shown so multidimensionally so incredibly well. (P.S. - I loved the “Uncle Jin” bit later on. I laughed and blushed with Ara at that, but the girls are so cute, and Seokjin is amazing with kids. I was awing.)

I feel like it’s a bit strange to go from being sentimental to sensual, but the point when we see Seokjin in the kitchen when he’s all hot and sweaty made me shake. I don’t blame the reader for just standing there and staring because I honestly would’ve done the same. I don’t blame the reader for continuing to compliment him and call him “beautiful” and “gorgeous” to make him blush, and also don’t blame the reader for taking the time to be curious about the scar on his back, because I too was wondering how that came to be. I’m wondering if maybe it came from his past relationship, but I really hope not.

Sidenote: As I’m looking back at the story to keep up with my thoughts, I keep laughing at myself because of all of the back and forth that my mind is doing right now. Like, the fact that Namjoon has a phoenix tattoo….UUGHGGHGHGHGHDGHKNSKNKF. I just wanna jump inside of the story and be like “Can I touch it?” just so I can feel his bicep. Okay, I think that’s it- wait. NOPE. Because I just remembered that you put “threesome” in your tags and- I don’t think that I can deal with this right now. Please Kay!!! My heart was already hurting for Namjoon he admitted wanting to date the mc but that’s most likely not possible because of what’s going on with her and Seokjin, but atleast there might be something later on.

I’m just so ready to keep reading his series. Seokjin was so cute when he was spewing Shakespear at the shaved ice spot the scenes, and he was like “I have to be prepared for you.” A literal dreamboat. I got butterflies. I'm also curious as to what outfit is exactly in the bag that he handed her👀

You can’t see me right now but I’m smiling and giggling at my computer, and I can’t thank you enough for being truly amazing in every way, Kay. You’re so talented. I would give you my love, but you already have it, so I’ll keep writing to you for as long as possible just so that you are reminded of your beauty💕

éffleurer | 16

There were always whispers in your office about what secrets Seokjin hid behind his clean image. Now, you knew at least one of them.

Pairing: Seokjin x Female Reader

Genre: CFO!Jin AU; Smut

Word Count: 8,300+

Warnings: Profanity; Sexual objectification; Sexual content; Idk some flirting, this chapter is a whole mess

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You hardly saw Seokjin on Friday, save for once just before lunch when he ducked into his office. He hurried out and back down the hall again, barely a glance spared in your direction.

It was fine. You and your willpower were fine. And you definitely weren’t angry. You merely wished you’d had some kind of warning for the times he planned to leave your needs unmet, that was all.

Just after lunch, while you were getting your things together to head to Namjoon’s office, you received a text.

Seokjin: You’re even beautiful when you’re sulking.

Y/N: I’m blocking you.

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{Kharli aweing over Rain episode 114,78?}

First...It's been a while. I know, I'm sorry. But Rain, this series has never left my mind while I was away, and I'm happy that I'm able to come back to this and resubmerge myself in this extravagant world that you have created.

If my memories are correct, I believe that this is the first time that we see Eunuch Kim (Namjoon) calling Chun-ja his wife and Han-Jae his son and my heart couldn't have gotten more full. I have loved watching their relationship bloom and blossom throughout the series and for it to come to this moment makes me so warm. They deserve this so much and I'm truly happy that they're able to love each other and spend the rest of their forever the way that they want to.

I love that you can feel the love and beauty from Namjoon’s words trickle into the uneasy tone the letter. There is uncertainty in the midst of bubbling turmoil that's lingering in the background as he tries to console his lover, and the way you wrapped these two contrasting images was amazing.

With this series, there's always been this seesaw event of losses and gains. Whenever there is a period of comfort and easiness, tension and strained relationships are never too far away. Now that we're seeing Yoongi step into himself and grow not only in age but mentally with each passing chapter, things such as lobbying due to the economic state of the kingdom and the marriage are a forthcoming notion. Sacrifices might have to be made. His happiness. Someone else's. The foreshadowing of what might come if an arranged marriage occurs definitely brings a lot of emotions, but as Namjoon wrote, things are different now and so I hope and have faith that things will get better. Eventually (because it's you and I know that I have to cry a little first before I see sunshine).

I'm looking forward to continuing this, Rain. You are the greatest and each chapter of this series entrances me more and more. I'm addicted. Sending you lots of love, dear friend. You deserve the galaxy 💕🌠

trivia: june 1870.

a hastily scribbled letter the sender wishes he did not have to write.

pairing: joseon king!yoongi x reader words: 406 contains: our favorite eunuch returns!

moonlit throne index. this is drabble 32. start from the beginning?

My beloved wife,

I miss you and our son more than words can say. Not a day slips by without my thinking of your warm smiles and delicious cooking, but I am afraid I must stay here at the palace for some time longer. There is trouble.

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sh. | ot7 | chapter eight

PAIRING ot7 x reader

RATING Explicit. 18+.

GENRE smut. fluff. angst. nonidol au. wildnerness au. roommates au. friends to lovers.

SUMMARY Six months of quarantine have kept you apart. Somehow the distance sparks something new in each of you: questions, unfinished conversations, threads once chased now left cold. So when your roommate invites you to come with him to a mysterious house in the mountains with your friends, how could you even think of saying no?

WC 6k

WARNINGS AND TAGS explicit conversation about sexual acts. animal encounter.

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AN: i must gift my entire heart to the two lovelist beta readers @thatlongspringnight and @calixwrites . working with you allows me to get to the root of the story, and i feel like the whole creative process comes to life when i get to talk with you and learn from you. ugh. i can't say it enough: you are the best.

in other news, i cut this chapter in half because i couldn't keep track of everything that was happening. a new chapter should be polished and finished soon :)

it's almost been a year since we started on this wacky journey together. and so to everyone who's stuck around with me: thank you.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Namjoon’s voice rumbles softly in your ear, pointing out the bedrooms of your friends, the passageways, the art on the walls.

The details, though, are drowned out by the hammering of your heart in your ears. It’s a strange sensation, this moment, arm captured by your beautiful roommate while everything stews inside. It’s like the library: two sides of the world smushed into a space too small to hold it all. On one side, the outside, you have the warmth that radiates from him, especially when he pauses his good natured lecture for a moment to pull you just a little tighter against his side and smile a little crookedly down at you. But then inside, the acid that’s started to pool in your chest burns in the heat of anxiety.

“…I mean, you remember seeing Kim Chong-Haks piece, right? When you really think about it, it’s just like this amalgamation—” Namjoon pauses, voice dying as he looks down at you. “You’re distracted.”

“Huh?” You snap out of the spiral of your thoughts to smile sheepishly up at your tall roommate. “Sorry. Can you blame me? A, uh, lot has happened today.”

“No. I can’t.” He nods, ever the one to understand. “I can stop talking. If you want.”

“No, no, don’t. It’s nice.”

“Oh.” It’s that slow smile that takes over his face that pulls you a little closer to the warmth. A little closer to courage. “Okay. I can do that.”

You continue on through the house, and this time you really do listen to him. Hearing about everything—art, philosophy, life—through his eyes does what it always does: it brings you back to the world. And for a moment, the anxiety in your stomach settles.

It’s not until you come across a familiar hallway that you interrupt his stream of thought.

“What’s behind that door?”

“Hm? Oh.” Namjoon drops your arm and wanders down the hallway. You follow him. “I’m not sure, really.” He grins at you. “Let’s find out?”

The excitement of it all adds a skip to your step and soon you both are standing at the large door.

Namjoon reaches to turn the doorknob, but it doesn’t budge.

“Earlier,” you say, “There was a key here.”

“A key?” Namjoon looks at you skeptically.

“A key.”

“Huh, strange.” He steps back for a moment, eyeing the door like he can think it open, before giving it one last rattle. No luck. “Well, I’ll find the key later. There’s a drawer here somewhere with all the missing keys and lightbulbs and instruction manuals. There’s always a drawer.”

“There’s always a drawer,” you echo.

Namjoon turns on his heel to stride back down the hallways, but you’re stuck there, staring at the door, wondering what this large house is keeping hidden securly behind her walls. How many more missing keys and locked doors are hiding around another corner you haven’t turned?

“You coming?” Namjoon calls, already at the end of the hallway.

“Yeah, yeah.” You hurry to catch up. The rest of the walk to the back door disappears in a blur.

When you bend down to tie your shoe, Namjoon stoops down, earning a little squeal of excitement from you as he snatches the shoe from you and holds it out of your reach.

“Let me.” His voice reverberates deep and low.

“What?”

“Let me,” he insists a second time. Taking your shoe, he lifts your leg onto his knee, slips the shoe onto your foot, and ties it tight and sturdy before looking up at you. “There you go.”

The two of you stare at each other for a long moment, half smiles teasing your lips, the recollection of tension — of his hands in your hair, his lips against yours, body pressing you into the books as if he could keep you as a memory — the history of the library strung between you like spider silk. And then, eyes still locked on you, he leans down and presses a kiss to your knee.

“Oh,” you breathe.

He grins. Stands. Offers you a hand.

“Thanks,” you say, not really sure how to translate that stirring beast inside you. “For today. For everything. For—” You motion to the room around you. “For this.”

He just nods and opens the door to the backyard to follow you out.

The air that meets you on the other side tastes like the color gold. Like leaves falling, like the sun shattering through the foliage, and like life getting ready for slumber beneath the rich topsoil. You breathe in deep.

“I could get high on this,” you murmur, and Namjoon chuckles. He leads you down the hill behind the house to where a naturally shaped pool glistens down below and a familiar figure is lounging on a large boulder.

“Hobi!” you call, and the sound that emerges is eager and excited and — it surprises you. Joy, reaching for joy. You warm a little inside, and the edge of anxiety cools down to a manageable simmer. The dark haired main perks up immediately, turning to greet you. “Hi, you were looking for me?”

“Babe.” A grin spreads as sweet as the pet name sounds. This time you don’t fight it. You give in.

“Hi.”

He expected a fight. You always did fight him, that signature sizable grin spreading across your features as you did. And he always did like the contest of it, the game of it all, but now — the lack of resistance? But something more than that, something like eagerness. It has a strange kind of warmth to it. He thinks he likes it.

As Hoseok sits up, he glances between you and Namjoon, and you do the same and it’s then that he notices. It feels like a secret. It’s passed between you and Namjoon like a small, carefully folded note, clear to Hoseok or anyone that might look upon the two of you. The contents, though, are a little harder to make out.

Namjoon bends down and plants a hesitant kiss on your cheek and Hoseok watches as you freeze up beneath the touch. You’re hyper-aware of what Hobi must be thinking: Namjoon wasn’t usually all that touchy, right?

But then you’re cackling in embarrassment and smacking Namjoon on the shoulder and saying “See ya, bud, thanks for the tour.” The look Joon shoots back is a little confused and he laughs nervously before walking back to the house. But suddenly the look on Hobi’s face isn’t so nervous after all as he takes in the overwhelmingly “dad vibes” of the whole situation. This is normal. This is all normal.

None of this is normal. Normal was left behind in January.

The two of you stand there a little awkwardly, sizing one another up, silence settling uncomfortably between you before you both blurt at the same time:

“I was thinking—”

“I wanted to say—”

It rushes out of the both of you like a stream undammed, toppling, churning, so it’s hard to see to the root of it. And as quickly as it pours out, both of you are shoving it back in.

“Oh.”

“God, sorry.”

The two of you stare at each other for a moment before bursting out into soft laughter.

“Want to go for a walk?” Hoseok asks.

You eye the steep slopes that border the house on every side. Nothing here is simply a walk. Everything is a hike.

“Oh. Yeah. Sure!” The words feel stilted and awkward as they leave your lips. Even after it’s agreed, the two of you stare at each other for a horribly long moment, sentences unstrung and unsung humming behind your gazes, chilling you more than the mild autumn air could. Neither of you sure how to speak them into the world, and both of you determined that the silence is reproach in the other. At this point, the silence has become an unspoken agreement. The long drawl of emptiness has been safer than the promise of hope.

You take the first step, desperate to break the tension. Hoseok lets out an audible breath of relief when you do and matches your pace.

When you start walking, like it's an impulse, the tension shared becomes each your own again, stuffed back into your chests alongside everything unsaid.  There’s something about moving though, especially through a beauty this dense, that shakes the frozen sounds within you both. As you walk it becomes easier. A joke that nears Jin’s dastardly level of dad joke slips out—why did the tree worry that he would never get his leaves back after autumn? He didn’t be-leaf in himself!—and suddenly he’s laughing, cackling, breaking through the silence of the forest.

It’s like the forest comes alive, too. You know it was there before and yet the birdsong is stronger, the valley warmer, the trees more golden. You beam up at him.

“You know, this is the first time we’ve actually spent time alone together since we got here,” he says.

“Well, you know, except every night that we spend in the same bed.”

“That doesn’t count,” he laughs, but its a strained kind of sound, like a memory gentle but with a pinpoint of pain beneath the softness. “We’re sleeping! And it especially doesn’t count when you’re always slipping in late, coming from who knows where, doing who knows what.”

Doing who knows who, your mind corrects. Warmth flushes through you as you recall it all. The whirlwind of bodies, gasps, pleasure that the last week has been — and guilt. Guilt tinges the edge of the memory as you glance at Hoseok. He looks at you a moment too long, like he is trying to gage what exactly you have been up to, and then moves on.

“No time for bedtime stories or a healthy gossip session or—” His eye lights with something and a flush overcomes his face.

“Or what?” You prod him with your elbow, grinning. “Or what!”

“Nothing!”

“Oh, come on,” you urge. “You can tell me anything! We don’t have secrets here!”

He looks at you. At all the unspoken things beneath your tongue. He can see that they’re there, but not what they are. “We don’t?”

You want to swallow your words. “Well,” you begin slowly, no idea what to say, trying to navigate the internal maze that is a horrible mix of hope, guilt, excitement, fear, longing, and, well, something else that doesn’t quite have a name. “Maybe we shouldn’t have secrets.”

The trail, once broad, has now tapered into a narrow switchback. It’s harder to breathe at an elevation this high.

Around you, the trees stand tall in their age. The deeper you go, the older the growth seems to be, young and thin aspens turning into swarths of the entangled tree, and heavy evergreens with thick bellies, stretching so high into the sky you’re not sure where the tree ends and the world begins. Beneath you, carpets of pine needles soften all sounds so that even the life, humming around you, feels like it has softened.

When you breathe in, it’s like swallowing nature. It’s the kind of air that makes your lungs ache with the edge of a light chill; there’s comfort there, despite the ache of a new season. Everything your relationship with him is supposed to feel like.

“Well, what do you think about it?” Hobi’s voice shatters through the stillness, just a little too quiet for him, for his body, and you watch him shift, awkward, listening as the forest swallows the sounds.

“Hm?”

“Yoongi’s proposal.”

“I don’t know,” you lie quickly. A flash of guilt spikes through you. You just told him there shouldn’t be any secrets between the two of you. And yet here you are, digging the distance of another secret.

“Don’t you think that seven penises is a lot of penises?” Hoseok cocks a curious eyebrow.

“Dicks,” you correct, grimacing. “Cocks, whatever — not penises. I — I hate that word. It’s icky.”

“Peni, then,” Hobi laughs.

“No!” you laugh, falling into him. “That’s worse!” His hands come out to steady you, and you lean into the touch like it’s magnetized.

When you look at him, there it is again. That freezing thing, that moment of extension, that sweetness singing between the two of you. That history — that January night — balled up and tossed in the corner to gather cobwebs, now resummoned to the surface. You think he might even want to lean into it too. He holds your gaze just a little too long, delight creeping across his features. Until he blinks and turns away, and the moment becomes lost to time. Just another sketch scribbled quickly, only to be crumpled and tossed away.

“It’s not really how I expected things to go,” Hoseok chuckles, running a hand through his hair. You can’t help but watch the way his fingers part the now long strands like ships in a darkened sea. You blink. Shake your head.

“Wh—oh, yeah. Me neither.”

“No?” When he looks at you it’s like he sees right through you. Like he knows what you’ve been thinking about him. About all of your friends.

“N-no,” you laugh nervously. “What? It’s not like I’m out here, mind in the gutter, imagining fucking my friends all the time.”

He laughs now, really laughs. “I gotta stop you there, I know for a fact that your mind is always in the gutter.”

“Nuh-uh! ’S’not!”

“Oh really? So never? You’ve never thought about it?” He’s stopped walking and turned to face you.

“No!”

“C’mon.” He levels his gaze with yours. “Give ‘em to me. Your tequila thoughts.”

The phrase brings back January, the sharp perfume of Patron on your breath. The things you had spilled into that night. The taste of it on his tongue. Is he? Is that what he’s referring to?

“I don’t really know what you mean by that.”

“I just mean. Tequila loosens your tongue. Ridiculously. But I know you. I know those thoughts are hanging out up here—” He brings his hand to tap lightly at your temple, “no matter what. Sober or tipsy or whatever. So c’mon. Give ‘em to me.”

“What do you want me to say? That I wanna dom Jin in the bedroom? Tie him up and make him call me daddy?”

“You wouldn’t.”

“What?”

“You wouldn’t want to dom him, I don’t think. Maybe for a little while. To feel what it’s like, for a moment. But at the end of the day, I think you…” He trails off, gaze flicking between your eyes and your lips. Then he shrugs. “But who am I to say.”

You sputter. “Who are you to say, indeed.”

He laughs. “I don’t know, maybe you are.”

The two of you stare at each other for what feels like the longest minute on earth, measuring the other one up, testing the next step.

Finally you say, “I don’t know, it seems like you might be projecting.” You turn and continue walking.

“What?”

“Seems like you might be the one who wants to fuck and dominate all our friends in the bedroom.”

Hobi laughs. “Where on earth did you ever get that opinion?”

“Well I don’t know. You’re very difficult to read. Maybe you are projecting. Maybe you’re the one daydreaming about finally getting Joonie on his knees for you.”

“I’m difficult to read?”

“Absolutely.”

“Oh.” Hobi is silent for a long minute, and you’re surprised, shocked by the look of grief on his face. “I’m sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for?”

“I never meant to be hard to read.”

“That’s not something to apologize for. It’s okay.”

“Well, not really, not when I’ve been trying to say. Say. Things.”

“Say what?”

The two of you stop. The trail you took was supposed to be the one you had done that fateful day with Jimin, leading you to an outlook over the sprawling valleys of the mountain range. But instead, you’ve found yourself at the entrance to a ravine, the steep walls of rock rising before you to reveal a narrow passageway that snakes up the mountain. While usually the elevation precludes a lot of humidity, the ecosystem before you is one bursting with the last strains of summered life: moss and lichen clinging to the rock, a small waterfall trickling down the slippery rock.

Behind you, the forest hums with afternoon business, the trees blanketed in reds and golds. In stark contrast, silence spills out from the ravine.

Hoseok doesn’t answer your question. Instead, his jaw has dropped, a slow smile spreading across his features as he takes in the sight before him. “Oh. How… beautiful.”

He is.

“I miss you,” you blurt out. “I miss you a lot.”

Hoseok takes a long look at you.

“You say it like you’re unsure if I missed you back.”

“I mean, I don’t know—”

He cuts you off. “Goddamnit, of course I missed you.” He reaches out for you, taking your wrists into his hands and pulling you closer. “Of course it felt so strange to have to basically start a whole new way of life and not have you there. I missed you so goddamn much. I missed getting to be close to you, getting to hear your stupid ideas and daydream with you.”

You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face.

“I missed getting to be close to you,” you echo and it comes out a whisper but it’s the truth, and it’s easy on your tongue once you get past the horrible knot of fear. “And it’s not just that. It’s more.”

Hoseok nods. Not in the way of understanding, but like he’s saying me too, me too. Like he too has something big and burning and without words emerge from his chest everytime he sees you too. Encouraged, you go on.

“I feel like I’ve been holding back from you. Like, afraid to tell you.” You have to force the words out of your body.

“Afraid? Why would you be afraid…of me?”

“I really didn’t want you to think badly of me. Sometimes I worry that if I were to share everything with everyone, that what they think would change, like — you know, never mind. It’s not as important.”

“It is as important. It is.” He looks at you so genuinely, you think you might snap.

You take a deep breath. “I just, I wanted to tell you, to talk to you—”

“No—”

The word thuds through you like a boulder, shock splayed across your face.

“No?”

“Stop. Stop talking.”

“No, Hobi, no.” You stomp your foot. “I’ve been — I’ve been trying to gather the courage to talk to you, to say this for what feels like forever and I finally have the nerve to say it and here you are telling me to stop?! No, no, I don’t think—”

Hobi grabs you by the shoulders, eyes burning with a light you can’t quite name and covers your mouth with a large hand. “Stop. Talking.” He’s deady calm and his words come out as a growl.

Coming from him, and coming from behind you.

Hobi spins you around and presses your back to his chest, his hands gripping your shoulders. Just behind where you stood a moment ago, a short distance up the ravine, a large, adolescent bear stands. Head lowered, black eyes staring furiously at the two of you, haunches raised. A growl rumbles viciously in his throat.

“What the—”

“Fuck.”

The bear stomps the ground once, huffing.

“What do we do?” you whisper.

“I think we’re supposed to play dead,” Hobi breathes. “I think he’ll leave us alone.”

“No, I think we’re supposed to run. Or climb a tree.”

“Bears can climb trees. And run.”

“Oh.”

Just as Hobi moves to pull you behind him, so that he’s the one standing between you and the huffing, snorting bear, you rip out of his hold, pressing in front of him.

“Stop that,” Hoseok hisses, trying to pull you backwards, trying to pull you away, behind him. But you stand firm, pushing him back behind you. He only manages to wrap his arms tightly around you, a human exoskeleton of sorts, his whole body trying to absorb you away from the grunting, large animal before you.

But all struggle between you ceases as the bear steps towards you and you freeze, Hoseok’s limbs locking around yours.

Saplings snap beneath the bear’s paws as he steps closer, a low growl reverberating in his throat. The forest is eerily quiet, all noise absorbed into fear, the whole world seems to be watching this very moment.

And the bear is before you, paws stomping on the loamy soil. A deadened sound.

“Oh god. Oh, Hoseok.”

His limbs tighten around yours and when he takes a step back, you come with him. But so does the bear.

When the bear leans in, you smell something rotten. The process of the forest reabsorbing itself. And you wonder, if you too, will become a part of that timeless dance today. His eyes are empty. Dark. Like the sky of a new moon lives behind them, waiting for the sun to shine once more, but stuck in the inalienable darkness of great space.

The bear sniffs you, lifting its lips to reveal thick, sharp teeth. The smell, repugnant.

Those eyes stare into you. The fear of the afternoon wallows in comparison to this feeling. But then, in a split second, it too is gone. Replaced by that kind of empty drive that feels essentially human. Ice, through your veins.

It sniffs you once. Twice. And then takes a step back. You’re sure that he’s going to lunge then, his haunches rearing up as he looks, unendingly, at you.

A single crow caws from the ravine. The sound splits the air, like a call that comes from beneath the soil and the topmost canopy at the same time. And the bear turns. Looks. As if he finally realizes he’s not alone, he takes one last look at you and with a little huff, takes another step back, turns, and ambles back up the ravine and deeper into the mountains.

Your breath is the only thing that exists. Sight, gone, though you do still see the wilderness before you. It’s just this. Shaken stutters of air through your lungs.

A second sense pierces through and you feel Hoseok’s grip on you tighten and suddenly you can’t breathe. You need to get out of here. Something isn’t right. Something’s not like what you know. You peel away from his still frozen form. A shattered breath shakes through you as your hands drop down to your side. Hobi’s still staring in the direction of the disappearing bear and you reach out to him and tug on his sweater urgently.

“C’mon. Let’s get out of here.”

He doesn’t take his eyes off the trail behind you as he follows your lead. Your hand slips into his and you tug him down the mountain.

“Hobi, let’s go. Before we run into something else.” You tug once more. “Hoseok. Please.”

It’s like he finally hears you and turns away from the ravine.

Then you’re skittering down the rocks together, and when you finally reach the well trodden trail again, you break out in a sprint. You hadn’t really realized just how deep into the forest you had traveled, but everytime the trail seems to be nearing its end, it continues. The trees keep speeding by. Hobi runs beside you, clutching at your hand like if he were to let you go the whole world would spin out of control.

In this moment all there is is the next step, breath, coming heavy, and his fingers squeezed tight around your own.

The house emerges from the thick foliage, late afternoon light spilling down around it all, mountains framing the large structure like the masterpiece it is. It’s not until the trees have parted and your feet have landed on the lawn that your pace slows. But the world doesn’t really feel like it slows down around you. It keeps spinning by.

“What the fuck was that?” Hobi breathes heavily, his hands on his knees. You crouch before him, looking up at him, eyes scanning his face as if you’re checking to make sure all still in one piece. Your hand reaches to wrap tightly around his wrist, as if it’s your turn to hold on for stability, and he doesn’t pull away. His pulse leaps wildly beneath your fingers.

“I remembered that you’re supposed to make yourself really big and really loud to scare it away.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me? I was getting ready to go out in a blaze of glory right alongside you.”

“That would have been a sight to see.”

“You would have gone out in a fiery death right alongside me, you know that right?”

You’re joking but your lungs are still frozen. Your limbs are still ready for something fiery and dangerous, but you’re here. You’re safe again. You’re okay. You’re alive. Hobi is too. And so you force a smile and go along, as if it’s the next step on the path out of the forest.

“What? You weren’t planning on playing Prince Charming and sacrificing yourself for me?”

“Never.” And he smiles, and you know it’s the biggest lie he’s told.

His eyes crinkle up in the corner when he grins like this and your breath freezes in your throat before warming through your whole body. When you breathe out again, you relax. Your limbs stutter back to sense, your sight clears, your mind quiets. How is his joy so antidotal? It radiates through you in a way you don’t quite have words for. Even when you know he’s putting on his favorite show of happiness for the sake of his friends, you know he embeds it with a genuine warmth, taken from some deep well within him.

How am I so lucky? It feels impossible. This moment, your best friend smiling at you with the relief and laughter of a near-death moment. It feels good to be like this with him. It’s been nine months since the last time things were truly like this, but it feels like it could have been years. In reality, it has been a thousand small eternities.

As a thousand questions sing in you, all you can manage to do is to reach out for him again and take the hand that you had released and squeeze it. He looks down at it, a brow raised.

“You’re okay?” It’s a question, a hope, uttered by him.

“Yeah.” You take one more deep breath. When you breath out, you imagine the kind of forest light leaving your body. You feel safe. And you turn away from the lingering fear left in your body, turn it towards something else. “It’s too bad we were interrupted.” The adrenaline of the danger finally feels like it's serving a purpose.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Yes.” You shake your head, gathering your thoughts, and stand. The distance between you feels suffocating. Like it’s too much and not enough at the same time.

He’s looking at you with all the earnesty in the world and you swear it’s true, you know that the words you need to put into the air, into his hands, into his trust, will find safety and understanding where they land. And he’s opening his mouth, tongue darting out to lick his lips, and finally an unsure hum, dancing on his mouth—

“Jin is just never going to believe what just happened.” He laughs.

That same icy feeling that burned in your belly with coldness in January returns. Rejection,

“What?”

“That we go on a walk to chat and we get interrupted by a bear. Jin will never believe it.”

Oh. And still you smile. Nod. Go along with his cues. “Jungkook would.”

He grins. Pulls your hand against his chest—though the action feels emptier now—and begins walking towards the house. Your confidence shatters. As the forest looms farther and father over your shoulder, so does the promise of your unspoken intention.

“Yeah, course,” Hoseok chuckles, as if he is completely unaware of the tension brewing within your chest. “But don’t tell him because he’ll fucking take off barefoot into the woods to try to wrestle the bear down and either put him in his place or try to befriend him. We can’t let that happen.”

You laugh. “I promise I won’t.”

“You promise?”

The intensity in his eyes make it clear that he’s not just asking you to not tell a scary story to your friend. He’s asking you something else. Asking for your word. But even as you know you have absolutely no clue what he’s speaking of, you trust him endlessly. And so without even knowing what exactly you are binding yourself to within his promise, you offer your pinky up.

“Promise.”

Hoseok grins and wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“I need to find Jin, something about dinner tonight. But I’ll see you later? We should do this more.” He’s speaking too quickly and his gaze keeps flickering between you and the house.

“Yeah. ‘Course.”

In a quick motion he leans down, presses a quick peck to your forehead and disappears into the house.

When he’s gone it feels like the weight of the entire day washes over you.

Jungkook. Then Namjoon. Now Hoseok.

How the hell has this all been one day?

The rest of the day washes together like watercolors spritzed by rain. You wander through it, a little dazed. Every moment, every word spins like a movie reel through your brain.

It’s okay for you to want like this.

What if something’s missing?

And finally, most resolutely, Hobi’s voice speaking firmly and assuredly: I missed getting to be close to you. It feels like a promise, wrapped tight and warm around your heart. But you don’t want to dare to give yourself that kind of hope. So you shove it down and wander through the rest of the day.

Dinner comes, but you can’t find the energy to face Jungkook’s grinning face, or the meaning strung in Namjoon’s gaze. You can’t even bear to think of what will be on Hoseok’s face. What today means to him. If it means anything. But you wonder. If they notice your absence, what they’re laughing about when you’re not there, what things they might say differently without your presence at the table.

You feel grateful that the day is speeding by in such a manner. At least, that is, until the sun is long gone beyond the wall of mountains and the house has quieted down as your friends drift off to bed.

It’s not long before you’re yawning, yearning for the warm, thick covers of your bed and the radiating heat of the body that sleeps next to you. But when you find yourself at the door to your bedroom you pause.

It looms.

You can’t help yourself. Instead of walking through the door to your bedroom, and the swirling question that lays on the other side, you turn on your heel and go back in the opposite direction. Your socked feet pad as silently as the night sky across the darkened floorboards. You pass closed doors, the hallway, and the sounds of chatter and warm light spilling from underneath bedroom doors. It feels like sneaking, but you’re not entirely sure what you’re hiding from.

The doors to the library open without a single squeak and you slip inside silently. A light chill passes through you. The library should be entirely obscured by darkness. But instead, the large windows open wide to the night sky and a full moon peers down at you. It feels like she’s looking at you.

Her silvery drapes spill into the library, and unlike your afternoon in the room, where the world felt split in two, the space is unified beneath the new color. Darkness, knowledge, the clarity of the moon — it all swirls together before you.

It’s like blinking awake. A strange clarity sifts through you and it’s frightening. Defenses rise within you and you’re on the move again, quick to release whatever it was the moon granted you back to the shadows of the unknown. You don’t want this understanding.

After fighting the urge to draw finger guns and James Bond lunge across the carpet, you quickly pinpoint the spot where the book had fallen. It lays closed — thank god, imagine if it had fallen open and crumpled the aging pages.

Careful not to damage it, you lift it from the floor. It’s heavier than you imagined, the beautiful book shining with age between your hands. With a quick, gentle movement, you let the book fall open in your palms and suck in a gasp as the delicate ink drawing sprawls before you.

This is not what you thought antique collectors were up to all these years.

Before you, a beautiful painting. Careful lines and graceful curves. Unfortunately, it’s not the pure beauty of the piece that makes you cry out. It’s the image itself, its contents.

A naked body, one that looks very much like yours — same stature, same valley of curves, same constellation of birthmarks and landmarks flecking your skin. Ancient, other, you, bared and put on display. And then that which has your breath stuttering in your throat: Several men, cocks hanging free and large and very very erect, all looking down on the beautiful figure like they could devour it entirely.

As you quickly learn, it turns out the human race has always been one kinky, desperate-for-fuck species.

Hoseok’s question rings in your ear: don’t you think it’s too much?

“It’s a fucking penis buffet in here,” you whisper. No one is around to laugh at your cleverness.

Except a snort and a chortle echoes from behind you. You spin around, and in the process drop the book on the table.

“That’s a good one.”

There’s a shadow emerging from the walls, peeling away like it belonged to the rock itself.

Jin steps out of the darkness, his flannel pajamas hugging his body tightly, a book held in one hand.

“Jesus, Jin, you were about to give me a heart attack,” you curse.

He raises an eyebrow, approaching. “What are you doing sneaking around this late at night?”

“I’m not sneaking,” you say. It feels like a lie once it's out in the open air. More and more feels like a lie these days. Even when it’s half truth.

“Mmm,” Jin hums.

“You scared me,” you repeat.

“I’m sorry,” he says. But he doesn’t sound sorry at all. Amusement sparks in his eye, and he reaches out to tip your chin up, to capture your flickering gaze. “What kind of mischief are you up to?”

You glance at the book and Jin’s eyes follow.

“Oh,” he says. He takes in the scene before him, but unlike you, he’s unphased. “You know there’s internet here. You don’t have to go rifling through books to find your porn anymore.”

“I know.” You say it too quickly.

Jin catches on. His gaze roves over your face, taking it in, reading you like the book you had snuck in here to page through. He sees it all.

“But maybe you don’t need the internet for that kind of thing anyways.”

“I’ve no idea what you mean.”

“You’ve had a kind of… glow since you arrived here. And not any old quarantine glow.”

You swallow.

“Still don’t know what you mean.”

“Go to bed,” Jin says, his voice low. “Do what you’re supposed to do for once.” It’s a command, but it’s said softly. With consideration.

“Alright, Jin,” you respond.

He drops his hand from your chin and steps back, his brow raised and curious. Like he’s seen everything that’s going on behind your eyes. Like he knows exactly what’s about to happen.

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more of jungkook being a shy, sweet boy please 😭😭

Jungkook is tiny when you first see him, legs carefully tucked in close on the train, sitting between two elderly women who are adamant on conversing over him. He doesn’t dare interrupt, leaning back as much as he can so they can see each other, before eventually giving into his embarrassment and scrambling out from between them.

He stands next to you then, by the left doors of the train, expertly placing his hand against the standing passenger pole so that he doesn’t have to crowd you anymore than necessary. Not that you’d mind if he did— he’s tall, broad, smells like flowers when the train jerks him forward. You know it’d be infinitely easier for him to stand closer to the door instead, that it’ll keep him from stumbling back and forth through the aisle, but he’s too polite to ask. Or maybe just too shy.

Eventually, you gesture him forward, pulling out one earbud to direct him to his new spot. “Thank you,” he says softly, switches spots with you with sparkling eyes, like he can’t believe someone would be so kind as to think of him.

From then on, that’s all you do. Think of him, that is.

He takes the same train as you every morning, likes to sit against the windows if possible, but is always the first to give up his seat for another passenger. Then, he’ll migrate towards you. Well, towards the door, but you usually stand by the door, so towards you. Ever since your first encounter, you always let him stand closer to the door, shuffling back and letting him slip past you. He always says thank you, sometimes a trio of thank you, thank you, thank you or sometimes just a nod of his head, soft cheeks pulled taut as he smiles.

He works at a daycare, this much you learn when he drops his faculty ID one day. It’s a few stops after yours (you Googled it) and is situated across a supermarket. He wears a similar ensemble of clothing each day, usually a pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt. You know it’s because he has a sleeve of tattoos— a little unexpected! —hiding beneath the fabric. You catch sight of something on his wrist one day, tell him it’s pretty, and revel in the bright red flush that settles over his cheeks. Another trio of thank yous, this one punctuated with a bashful quirk of his lips as he fiddles with the cuff of his sleeve.

One day, you catch him on his way home from work. It’s weird seeing him at this hour, the obnoxiously white lights inside the train painting his already fair skin an even lighter color. “Oh,” he says, the tip of his nose red. It’s getting colder now, a few months since you’ve started taking the train together. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you greet back, equally as thrown off by this unexpected encounter. It’s an odd hour, your cart only hosting a few riders. You and Jungkook both get a seat and, wordlessly, you decide to sit together. You’re not sure who decides to sit with who, just that you sit together.

Jungkook’s bag brushes your shoulder and he jerks it away. “Sorry,” he hurries to apologize, placing it on the floor between his feet instead. “Um, did you get out early?”

Your brain stalls. “Wha— yeah,” you cough, trying to remember when you ever told him your work schedule. Vaguely, you think you might’ve mentioned it. But that was months ago— there’s no way Jungkook remembered that, right? “Got sent home early,” you joke, nudging his side. Jungkook offers you a tiny smile, nose and cheeks as rosy as when you were outside.

There’s a pause as the train jostles the two of you back and forth, shoulders touching, souls feeling each other out. Eventually, Jungkook says, “so, you’re free today?” You nod, trying to catch sight of him through your periphery. He’s looking down at his lap, fingers twiddling nervously. “Well, if you’re free…”

《"In this quiet moment, with his soft strands between your fingers it becomes impossibly clear to you that you love him and that you need to tell him, even though it scares you beyond anything. Because after uttering these three little words, there’s no going back for you. With these words out in the open, that’s it for you. You will have to haunt him until his dying day probably. You don’t see it playing out any other way."》

I feel as though I deserve a standing ovation or a gold medal for being the slowest reader at this moment because, my goodness! I’ve been sitting on my thoughts about this chapter for a month (cross out) a while now, and I feel like now I’m beginning to get myself out of a mental block, and I’m very glad that I’m able to write reviews again. Especially to you, my friend.

Experiencing this chapter, well, more specifically, Walpurgisnacht again from a different lens, brings a bit of light to this dark period. The relationship that had been building up since the beginning is now at a peak, and they are able to have each other in a way that didn’t feel possible before due to the fear of uncharted territory and what uncovering the unknown would mean for them later on. For lack of better words, everything seemed pretty intangible, but now you bring a sense of establishment that I really love.

In terms of Walpurgisnacht, as you wrote, Taehyung and the main character were more prepared for it this time, and I enjoyed its build-up. The bittersweetness of it all lingered throughout longing touches and caresses. Their love was never lost as they entangled themselves throughout the moments before in their anxiousness. Their intimacies were heightened through the knowledge that no matter what form the main character is in, they will meet each other again, and that in itself is so incredibly beautiful.

There is another level of assurance, trust, and conviction between these two as well that is so incredibly beautiful, and I really admire how you played into that with the flickering lights. It was a small touch, but something that held a lot of weight, and in addition to that, there was the image of Taehyung continuing to talk to the main character and carry on as if nothing had changed which was so evocative. It's easy, so easy, to fall into this world with them, so I can only imagine how it felt for them to realize how much they had fallen for each other throughout these moments you shared with us.

Another point that I enjoyed reading was the parallelism of their thoughts and the little moments where they were so close to saying those three little words, and the way it happened was incredibly soft and heartwarming. I've been seeing people online say that being in love feels warm and safe, and though I've never been in love, I know that they had fallen for each other way before this moment. Everything just snowballed perfectly, and the way you wrote these two characters and their story is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. It's exciting, heartwarming, emotional yet beautiful.

If I’m being honest, I am excited yet nervous to finally read the last chapter. Maybe that’s a part of the reason as well that I’ve been a bit quieter than usual. Nevertheless, I have really enjoyed this series, and I’m looking forward to reading everything else that I have on my list from you.

Thank you for sharing your talent with the world, August. You are incredible. See you soon!!!💕

my tears ricochet #11 | kth

#11 my tears ricochet

word count: 2064 words

series: my tears ricochet [masterlist]

summary: sometimes you’re a little afraid of the words stuck in your throat. also: what is up with yoongi?

pairing: ghost!reader x taehyung

genre: ghost!AU, roommate!AU, fluff / angst / crack

warnings for this series: (still kinda) sfw  // it’s a ghost story, so death will be touched upon // questionable ghost mythology //  language (curse words)

chapter warnings: curse words, some angst, they are stupidly in love, inappropriate comparisons to dough, there are tears in this, everyone is crying except for yoongi

beta read by the loveliest @snackhobi​ (thank you!!!)

A/N: WE’RE ALMOST THERE! A small announcement though: I lied: the last part is technically not really an epilogue, narratively speaking, but rather a “real” chapter. Also: It’ll be out Friday in two weeks and not next week, sorry. I hope you like this chapter, please let me know, if you do. With love, your insecure af writer.

#9 no, i’m not a snack at all – #epilogue: tell me how to live (tell me how to die)

Time passes, months fly. Walpurgisnacht comes and goes, and you vanish and you reappear. It fucks him up a little less.

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namjoon + honeymoon <3

It was your stupid husband’s idea to go to a tropical rain forest, so obsessed with the idea of seeing real sloths and rare birds that he didn’t stop to think about the gazillion mosquitoes that would be there, too. “Ugh, this hurts,” you whine for what has to be the millionth time, scratching at the numerous bites littering your calves. You’re not even safe in your lodging, a tiny little rental house with an air-con system as old as your grandmother.

Namjoon’s just come out of the bath, white towel draped around his waist to make him look like a Greek god. Stray water droplets cling to his shoulders and chest, sparkle under the yellow lamplight as he rounds the foot of the bed. Miraculously, he’s come out of the rain forest unscathed. You’re extremely jealous, but you comfort yourself with the fact that maybe your kids will get his superior anti-mosquito blood in their genes too. “Salve,” he says, plopping down on the edge of the bed with a tiny green jar of something. “The locals said it would help.”

You scoff. “The locals said,” you mimic, but snatch it out of his hand nonetheless.

In truth, you’re actually having a lot of fun. After the numerous Bridezilla meltdowns you had over the course of your wedding planning, letting Namjoon plan the honeymoon was a blessing in disguise; not only did you have one less thing to worry about, but your wildlife-loving husband has the prettiest smile when he’s excited about toucans. “It’s what you get for not wearing bug repellant,” he teases now, discarding his towel as he crawls up the bed towards you. Oh.

Wrapping your hands around his shoulders, you barely manage one brush of your lips against his before he’s stripping you of your nightgown. “Not my fault I have the juiciest blood,” you frown, shivering when his slightly cold skin presses against yours.

Namjoon chuckles, a sound so low and deep, it goes straight to your pussy. “Yeah?” he hums, settling the weight of his body over you. He’s heavy as fuck, but being suffocated by your husband’s hot and heavy body isn’t the worst way to go out. His lips find their place against your cheek, two plush pillows that leave a faint kiss against your skin. “But now you’re covered in mosquitos bites.”

Pulling him closer, you shift your hips from side to side until his cock is nestled between your folds, angry tip kissing your clit. You shudder. “So?” you sigh, “you’ll cover them up for me anyway.”

Namjoon laughs, kissing the corner of your mouth. “That I will.” And he does, sucking and kissing along your skin as he goes. His lips traverse the length of your body, suckling against your tits until you’re whimpering and begging for him to stop. He only stops when both nipples are two, twin peaks, slick and shiny with his saliva. Then, between your thighs. He sucks a painful mark at the juncture where your thigh meets your body, doesn’t let go even when you dig your fingers into his scalp and tug him away. “Relax,” he says, suave, smooth, that stupidly hot bastard.

His pillowy lips kiss down the inside of each leg, tongue peeking out to swipe against your swollen bites. He doesn’t suck on those, knows that it’ll only exacerbate the itchiness, but it’s the thought that counts. He does, however, practically leave you covered in his saliva, licking every inch of skin he can get to. You’re left feeling sticky and wet, a sensation that soon fades into the background when he gets his mouth on your clit.

He nudges the bud back and forth, like you’re nothing more than a sweet for him to play with. Panting, you barely manage to plead your case for more, filling the air of the lodging with sniffles and sobs as Namjoon licks between your thighs. Eventually, it’s your trembling hand reaching for his — the one with the ring on it — that convinces him to help you out.

One finger dips into your achingly hot core, tongue swirling circles around your clit. You buck forward, against his mouth, as the pleasure begins to simmer in your center. Namjoon takes his time with you, does his best to draw out every droplet of ecstasy from you. He loves the sounds, the tiny jerks of your body, the way his name tumbles off your lips. “Joon,” you sob, “no more— please.”

Only then does he let you come, milking your cum out of you with a never-ending series of kitten licks against your clit. You quiver beneath him, body wracked with the aftershocks of such a pleasant orgasm. “Good girl,” he hums, kissing the soft skin of the inside of your thigh. “Always so good.”

I Don’t Like A Gold Rush || Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: Jungkook is the golden boy, an excellent student, the star of you college’s football team. Rumor has it, there’s simply nothing he can’t do. The same cannot be said about you, but you’ve never had an issue with that. You’re happy with your small group of friends and your lack of talent in sports. And then, Jin befriends Jungkook, and you find yourself spending a lot of time with him. Before you know it, you’ve taken an interest in him — and you’re sure you shouldn’t. There’s no way this can end well for you… right?

Also available on Ao3.

Word count: 17.3k

Genre: College AU, strangers to lovers, slice of life, mostly fluff

Warnings & Tags: discussed insecurities, alcohol consumption, reader almost has a panic attack at some point, shy jungkook, jungkook is bad at Feelings, Reader is bad at feelings too, mutual pining kinda, Jungkook has long hair, sfw, New Year’s Day themed.

A/N: I don’t know how I would name my stories without Taylor Swift. Anyway, this is more or less centered around the New Year (it was supposed to be more and then… it didn’t happen), and I hope you’ll enjoy it! Happy New Year everyone!

The first time you hear Jungkook’s name, it’s in the sentence “Man, is there anything Jungkook can’t do?”. You look up at your friend Jin from the book you’re studying. You have no idea who Jungkook is, but that doesn’t mean anything. Jin is always complaining about how you don’t know anyone on the campus, which you think is quite unfair.

…but then you really don’t know that many people on the campus.

“What’s going on?” you ask him, because he sounds extremely annoyed, and he shows you his phone. On it, there is a score for a basketball game. You think.

Your college is famous for its basketball team… Right?

“Uh-uh,” you still say with a nod, trying to make it look like you have any idea what you’re talking about.

“This kid is crushing it at school, the girls love him, and now this!” Jin complains, a little too loud, and shushing noises come from a spot behind you. You turn around to give the group an apologetic look. “I really shouldn’t have bet against him.”

Ah, there you know what to say.

“You really need to stop making bets. You never win them.”

Jin glares at you.

“And you are a terrible friend. You’re supposed to comfort me!”

“I’ll comfort you when you stop making the worst choices imaginable,” you mutter, going back to your work. Jungkook’s name, his supposed excellence, and that basketball match — if it even is basketball — leave your mind as fast as they entered it, without leaving a trace behind.

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The Bodyguard [KNJ]

➳ summary: You’re the daughter of the ambassador to a small, peaceful, barely-on-the-map country in Western Europe, working as a diplomat to help your mother with her endless meetings and politics. After a kidnapping attempt gone wrong, you and your protective bodyguard Namjoon are on the run across Europe, jumping from trains, stealing cars, and pretending to be a couple on your honeymoon to stay hidden. As the would-be kidnappers close in, Namjoon promises you that he’s going to keep you safe, no matter the cost.

➳ pairing: bodyguard!Namjoon x reader

➳ genre: bodyguard au, romance, smut, fake dating/fake marriage, road trip (kinda), very slight angst

➳ word count: 62.9k – this is a complete, VERY long oneshot

➳ tags: hotel owner seokjin cameo, main pairing is on the run and traveling all over to stay hidden, mutual pining, slowburn, bed sharing, accidental cuddling while sleeping, pretending to be a couple, protective namjoon, unrequited love that’s actually very requited, masturbation and accidental voyeurism, lots of horny thoughts/fantasies, smut, oral (f receiving), biting, soft dom namjoon has an oral fixation

➳ a/n: I originally started writing this in December of 2019, and I’m very proud of it! It’s the length of a short novel and I put a lot of work into it, so I hope everyone likes it 💜 Also, it takes places in winter (because that’s when I started writing it), and I never say what country Y/N is from or what country her mother is the ambassador to, to keep it as self-insert as possible. Enjoy!!!

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BUNNY

An anonymous streamer puts on a show every couple of days. When you become one of his biggest fans, your social life takes a hit—you'd rather stay glued to your laptop and stare at him than go out and meet men in real life. But, what if?

⤑ word count: 17.5k ⤑ genre: smut [oral (m and f receiving), intercourse, dirty talk, unprotected sex], friends to lovers, camboy!jk, aka jk is too shy to date but not to put on a show 😏 ⤑ rating: 18+!!!! ⤑ pairing: reader x jungkook

It was weird, for sure. Still, you felt that it was even weirder that you always needed another person to experience an orgasm. You had a feeling it shouldn’t be like that.

Of course, you didn’t mind it that much when you were in a relationship—you’d have a mouth on you and fingers in you and getting there would be really easy. Plus, you got to do it whenever you felt like it.

The problem was, you couldn’t make it happen on your own. Now that you were single, it was a huge problem.

You’ve tried God knows how many times, but it just wasn’t happening.

You’ve tried watching porn, but that didn’t work either. You’d get turned on, but nothing would happen other than your private parts getting too sensitive. It would always end up with you quitting in frustration.

The thing with the shower head didn’t work, either.

You got yourself a dildo, but that didn’t help at all.

Then, you ordered a vibrator—and of course your roommate was the one who the delivery guy handed it to—but it didn’t do much good. Taehyung still wasn’t letting you live that down. You loved living with him, but at times, he was the biggest man-child out there. How anyone could have sex with him was beyond you, considering he was still teasing people about masturbation.

You were slowly becoming desperate and then you decided to read more about female orgasms, see what could potentially help you, and that’s when you first saw someone mentioning moaning solo videos. You weren’t sure what that meant, but you were willing to try—at that point, you were down to try anything.

Of course, it was guys jerking off and being very vocal. While that got you excited, it didn’t help you orgasm. It just got you even more turned on.

By that time, you were more than frustrated. At one point, you considered just asking Taehyung to eat you out. He’d be down, you were sure, not because he had any special interest in you, but because it was a sexual activity and he never turned those down. Still, it’d be a new low for you and you were willing to try anything else before you sunk to new depths.

That’s how you found yourself on Reddit, going through subreddits about moaning videos, female masturbation, and advice on how to make yourself come. You were sick and tired of all the it’s-all-in-the-head or you-just-need-to-relax bullshit—you just wanted someone to give you some good piece of advice so you could finally come and get it over with.

And then, some girl said she had the same problem until she started watching camboys. Now, that sparked your interest so you went down the rabbit hole and found a recommendation for a user named Bunny. He was a guy who never showed his face, but had a great body and cock, and was very vocal when jerking off.

He’d stream on a website and watchers could tip him. The women said it helped them get off a lot quicker than anything else—they felt like they were in the room with him.

So, you found yourself making an account and deciding to watch Bunny the next time he streamed, on a Friday night and you did not regret it.

It felt awkward at first. What if someone saw you?

Watching porn was one thing—watching a man jerk off in real time was completely different. Not even the piece of tape you placed over your camera helped you feel any better. At least the FBI guy tracking you wouldn’t see you jerk off to this. It was indeed a new low.

But then, the show started and you forgot all about your worries when a naked muscly guy walked into frame and sat down on the chair. The camera was positioned to get everything below his chin so you couldn’t see any of his facial features or hair, but you could see his toned, firm chest and thick thighs. The center of it all was his cock, big even when soft.

As soon as you saw the small bunny tattoo next to his right hip, you understood the nickname.

It started slow—he sat down, squirted some lube onto his cock and started to jerk it slowly, getting it hard. You weren’t sure if he was watching porn or doing something else, but it didn’t take him long to get completely erect.

As soon as he started the show, you understood where all the women who recommended him were coming from—he was fucking hot even before he began moaning, and then he did, and you found yourself wanting to get off.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to close your eyes and enjoy his moaning or whether you wanted to stay glued to the screen and enjoy the image as much as the sound. You opted for the latter and you couldn’t get enough of his veiny hand stroking his cock, the other playing with his balls, while hisses and sharp inhales left his mouth.

And then, he started speaking in a very low tone which made your insides turn with excitement. It felt like he was right there.

“You like this, huh?” He grunted, and it felt like he was talking to you.

Then, he moaned as he picked up his pace. His hips started to thrust and it looked like he was fucking his fist, so it was easy to imagine yourself there being fucked instead of his fist. He looked smooth and firm all over and it became hard to look away from his body.

“You—ahhh, fuck, you make me so hard,” he grunted and sighed deeply. “Make me come all over myself,” he mumbled again in between loud moans and grunts.

Fuck, this man was amazing.

You touched your clit, your vibrator inside of you, and had a hard time focusing on only one aspect of his body—everything was perfect: his chest, especially now that his nipples have hardened and you imagined yourself grazing them; his stomach, lean and strong; his thighs, now spread, allowing you a great view of his cock, balls, and the lower part of his buttocks, all of which was so inviting you couldn’t stop thinking about licking him all over.

His long fingers stroked his balls gently, rubbed them around in his palm, tugged at them, squeezed them, while he moved his fingers up and down his cock. It went on for around ten minutes, this little show he put on, and by the eight minute, you were sweaty, dripping wet, your cunt squeezing the toy, pulsating around it, wanting to feel the real thing.

The hand that was rubbing your clit was starting to hurt, but you didn’t want to stop—you were so close you could feel it.

It did, however, feel like you had to pee, but you ignored the feeling and kept rubbing your clit harshly, feeling it harden under your fingertips, in need of a tongue to play with it. Sadly, your hand was the best you could do.

“Take me in your mouth,” Bunny said, wrapping his slender fingers around his base and pointing his cock at the camera. Then, he slapped his wet cock against his open palm and the sound of it made you grunt loudly.

“Make me fucking come,” he grunted and started to move his hand faster.

Each stroke enticed more curses and hisses from his lips, and the moaning got louder. He was now saying profanities. The tipping point for you when he started moaning the words faster, baby, faster all over again. His voice sounded low and deep, his cock seemed so red, veiny, and inviting, and the vibrator inside of you felt like a real cock for a second, so you let go and felt your walls pulsating harder against the toy as you came.

You removed the toy quickly because of the insane amount of pressure that had built up inside of you and as soon as you did that, a streak of liquid shot out of you all over the bed. Since your other hand was still touching your clit, the liquid dripped out of your quickly for a couple of seconds longer and your chest heaved up and down, your mind going blank as you let your head rest against the pillow, Bunny’s sweet low moans in the background.

Just then, his moans got a lot higher in tone and you looked at the screen just fast enough to catch him blowing his load all over himself—his chest, his thighs, his fingers, his balls. Bunny jerked himself off until he got every last drop out and then he said a quick bye and turned off the livestream.

You felt relief over him coming but then you remembered that you’d peed your bed.

Was it pee? It couldn’t be squirt.

Is this what squirting felt like? If so, it was heavenly.

The liquid seemed to have no color to it so you didn’t think it was pee. You smelled it and it didn’t smell like it. Ok, maybe a bit.

Feeling ashamed that you knew so little about something so normal, you googled it and after half an hour of research, you concluded that it was indeed squirt and that Bunny was the best moaning soloist out there. If you had any perverted girl friends, you would have definitely recommended his work.

The next Friday, you tuned in just to tip him some money because you didn’t do it the last week and if anyone deserved your money, it was him for making you come so hard after such a long time. You told yourself you’d just tip him and leave, but this time he brought some kind of oil and massaged himself all over, guttural moans leaving his mouth a lot more often than the last time, and you came again, this time around the 7 minute mark.

So, that was a weird part of your life you rarely spoke to people about. How in the hell were you going to bring it up in a casual conversation? You couldn’t talk to Taehyung about chores and slip in the fact that you’ve not only managed to make yourself come but squirt all thanks to a stranger online who broadcasted his jerk-off sessions. So you didn’t mention it, but Taehyung noticed a change in your behavior.

When he realized you finally came—he knew the struggle was real—Taehyung decided to try to get you to go out with his friends more.

“You’ll never meet a guy and have some fun if you work and stay in your room all day,” he nudged you and you decided to go because he was right.

You spent an additional four months getting off to Bunny, not even dating.

Men didn’t interest you in the slightest for a while, mostly because of the bad breakup, and it was so hard to meet someone normal.

Since Taehyung was offering you to join him and two of his closest friends, you figured you had nothing left to lose.

What else were you going to do, stay home and get yourself off to Bunny?

He wasn’t even streaming that Saturday, so you really had nothing to lose.

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Taehyung was always an anomaly in your eyes. He was cute, funny, handsome, yet he became completely undatable the second you realized he’d fuck whoever offers. Well, almost, but that was the point—he was down to try whatever and he enjoyed living life like that.

The anomaly part came into play when you met his friends.

He, the biggest player out there, was hanging out with Jimin, a guy who’s been with the same partner for what seemed like decades, and Jungkook, an awkward gamer kid who got laid less than you, which really said a lot about him.

It’s not that you didn’t like Jungkook and Jimin—quite the contrary—but you just never imagined that the three of them could be friends.

Jimin was in a stable relationship, wasn’t a womanizer, didn’t go out as much as Taehyung, and didn’t really care for partying anymore. Still, he was very fun to be around and you always engaged in banter with him.

Jungkook has probably never cared for partying, which is why it was so surprising that Taehyung and him hung out at all. He was a couple of years younger than your roommate, and you figured that Taehyung took Jungkook under his wing and tried to teach him his ways, but failed miserably.

If you’ve ever met a man completely uninterested in contact with women, it was that guy.

As luck would have it, the two of them were the only ones going out with you and Taehyung, so you had to get over your prejudice and be nice to everyone.

The pre-drinks happened at your place and Jimin brought some pizzas while Jungkook was in charge of the beverage. He rarely said much to you, so you weren’t surprised when he grunted a hello at you and started talking to Tae like you weren’t there.

Jimin, on the other hand, hugged you and complimented you on your looks and outfit. Of course, none of that meant he was interested—it was just his way of being nice. You appreciated it nonetheless since you got so little action that even a compliment from a taken man was enough to help your struggling ego.

What didn’t help it was Taehyung blasting you in front of his friends a couple of drinks in, after you joked about him bringing yet another random girl home. It was funny because she stole your sliced bread when she left, and you couldn’t stop laughing about it from the second you two figured out that was where the bread left. Of all the things she could have taken, why the sliced bread!?

“Funny coming from someone who hasn’t gotten laid in weeks,” Taehyung pretended to glare at you, but you could tell he didn’t care about your teasing.

If he thought his comment was offensive, you could do him one better. “Try months,” you chuckled, which made Taehyung gasp.

“Pa-the-tic,” he dragged each syllable and ended with a laugh. “Guys, we really need to find her a date tonight.”

“You will do no such thing,” you tried to keep a straight face, but failed. “You three couldn’t find a decent guy even if you tried.”

“Hey, hey,” Jimin lifted both his hands up and sneered at you. “I know some very cool guys you’d be really into.”

“Where are they!?” You pretended to look around to find these friends of his, which earned you a playful smack from Taehyung and a small smile from Jungkook, who wasn’t saying much the whole night, as per usual. “If they’re anything like Taehyung, I’ll pass, thanks.”

“Yeah, she’d much rather fuck toys than real human beings,” Taehyung chuckled and you noticed how Jungkook’s head snapped in your direction, but he looked at you for a split second before looking at his drink again.

You knew that Jungkook wanted to participate in these conversations and you were sure he’d have interesting things to say since everyone said he was so much fun, but he never did, at least not when you were around.

“Do you know what privacy means or is that a foreign concept to you?” You mumbled, shaking your head and pouring yourself another gin-tonic to prepare yourself for where the conversation was about to go. Taehyung and privacy just didn’t go together.

“I’m just explaining the situation so the guys know what we’re dealing with here,” Taehyung nudged you, as what he was saying was completely normal and acceptable. “We’re just trying to help you find a decent person, get out of your room, and experience something great. After your breakup, I really thought you’d never go out with someone again, so I’m really happy you’ve decided to join us on this lovely night.”

“That’s really sweet of you guys, but I’m not even sure I’m interested in dating,” you leaned back into the sofa and took a sip of the drink, feeling the bitterness of it against your tongue and hoping it would hit you soon.

“Fine, sex it is!” Taehyung patted your thigh excitedly. “This means that the number of eligible single men has gone up significantly, which is actually great news. Jimin, what about Yoongi?”

“Engaged,” Jimin shrugged and looked at you like he was breaking your heart when in fact, you didn’t even know who the guy in question was.

“Okay, then Jungkook… What about… Seokjin?” Taehyung asked and looked at the youngest person in the room, who seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. When he realized it was a question for him, Jungkook snapped out of it and shot a glance your way.

“Uh, nope,” he simply said and when Taehyung kept staring at him, he realized he’d have to explain his response. “With all due respect,” he looked at you and smiled faintly, as if he was just going to insult you. “Seokjin is actually trying to settle down and since you’re not really interested in dating, it’s not a good match.”

“That’s true,” you agreed with a nod, clearly surprising him. “There’s no point in wasting someone’s time.”

“How’s sex a waste of anyone’s time!?” Taehyung scoffed, shaking his head at you. “You’re both dumb. I think Jin knows his way around women and it’s exactly what you,” he looked at you now, “need.”

“Jungkook just said the guy’s not interested in sex only,” you waved your hand and downed the rest of your drink. “I don’t even know these guys so I don’t think any of it would work.”

“Namjoon?” Jimin said, making everyone’s head snap in his direction.

Taehyung jumped up excitedly, spilling a bit of his drink over his pants. “Fuck! That’s a great idea!” Then, he turned to you, still rushing with excitement. “Namjoon is really interesting and you’d find him hot. He’s smart. Has a bit of a problem getting comfortable around ladies, but so do most guys before they get confident. He’s Jungkook’s friend.”

You guessed that much yourself when you heard his description—you couldn’t imagine Jungkook in the company of a guy who knew how to talk to women, unless it was Jimin or Taeyhung.

“And,” Jimin lifted his finger, trying to make a point. “He’s no stranger to a one-night stand, so if you’re not looking for anything serious and you don’t want to get to know him and all that, I’m sure he’d be down.”

“What man is a stranger to one-night stands!?” You scoffed, thinking it was a ridiculous statement. In your experience, all men ever wanted was to fuck without any commitments.

“Jungkook!” Jimin and Taehyung said in unison before bursting into laughter, and it made you feel sorry for him.

“Sorry, dude, it was just the perfect setup,” Taehyung reached out to pat his head and Jungkook shrugged, getting frustrated. You could tell that by the way he tongued his cheek.

“You two should both get out more and talk to more people,” Jimin looked at you and Jungkook. “You because you really need to get laid and Jungkook because he needs to talk to more women, period.”

“Right!? It’s time, man,” Taehyung added his two cents. “Namjoon gets away with his awkwardness because he has the balls to ask someone to come home with him. If you did the same, someone would say yes, and you’d get laid.”

“It’s as easy as that,” Jimin decided to delve into it a bit more. “Sooner or later, you’ll hit it off with someone even if you don’t know what to say. I know you overthink it, but trust me, sometimes women don’t want you to talk to them or be all romantic or have great pick up lines. Sometimes, they just don’t expect to be swept off their feet and that’s where you come in.”

As someone who wasn’t that close to Jungkook, mostly because he always seemed to be embarrassed in your or any kind of female company, you felt bad for him. The guys were implying that there was no way he’d attract a woman into wanting to date him, so the best he could do was find someone who just wanted to get laid and who’d overlook his “flaw” of being shy.

Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was the fact that the two guys had just picked on you for the lack of a sex life, but you decided to step in for Jungkook.

“Some girls find shyness attractive,” you said, surprising all three of them, but mostly Jungkook, whose mouth formed an O for a second. “You’re both being pricks to him. Not everyone wants the guy to be all slick and confident, it’s a turn off for some girls.”

“Oh, really?” Taehyung expressed his disapproval by scoffing loudly. “Name one.”

“Me,” you looked at him like he was an idiot, because he was. “When have I ever gone home with a guy who walked up to me with the attitude you two are trying to make seem presentable? Never.”

“When have you ever gone home with a random guy ever?” Taehyung asked confidently, knowing he had you there.

“Okay, fair enough,” you shrugged, realizing Taehyung was right. Still, that didn’t make your statement any less true. “But what I said still stands. I know a lot of women and I am certain they’d be put off by a sleazy guy trying to get them to go to bed.”

“Of course, that’s true,” Jimin chirped. “But you have to remember this—a guy who walks up to everyone in the club is more likely to get laid than the one who doesn’t talk to anyone at the club,” he looked at Jungkook, who seemed to be regretting going out with you all in the first place. “We just want Jungkook to come out of his shell and talk to a girl.”

“That’s it!” Taehyung clapped in excitement. “You two should talk to each other more. Like, you can help Jungkook get over his shyness with women and he could introduce you to some of his single friends. They’re a bit younger, but most of them are single.”

The plan was great, you had to admit, but you knew it wouldn’t work. Jungkook, as always, tried his best to ignore you. You spoke a couple of times during the night and you both went home alone, like losers, which Taehyung called you when you said you were tired and wanted to leave.

Funnily enough, once you got home, showered, dried your hair, and got under your sheets, you noticed that Bunny was streaming, so you joined the stream and got off to the sweet sound of his moans once again, falling asleep peacefully.

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You’d practically given up on your social life after that lame attempt, but Taehyung wasn’t having it.

He barged into your room on a Friday night and thank fuck you weren’t watching the Bunny stream which was on at that moment because he would have caught you red-handed and would have never ever let you forget about it. You’d probably have to move out because of sheer embarrassment.

Luckily, you tried to be a strong person that night and resist your urges to watch Bunny. You didn’t want to watch him or anyone else. If you were going to come, you were going to do it with a man or on your own.

The decision came after Bunny streamed three days in a row and you cancelled two separate plans with your friends so you could be home to catch the live-streams.

It was an act of an obsessed person and you didn’t want to become that, so you were trying to spend that Friday night watching a movie instead of being a horny loser and watching him yet another time and not being a step closer to meeting someone in real life.

Instead, Taehyung managed to drag you out of bed.

He was dying to go out and wanted to find company. Jungkook said they would drink at his place at 9pm but wasn’t responding to Taehyung’s texts and Jimin couldn’t make it. The other guys were also busy, so you were his last hope for a good night out. Taehyung’s life was really sad if you were his only hope, and you made that very clear, but your bitter comment just made him laugh.

In an hour, you got out of your room, ready to party just to find him packing the alcohol into a bag.

“Where are we going?”

“Jungkook’s not responding, but he’s home. It’s Friday. Where else would he be?” Taehyung laughed at his own joke, as if it was impossible Jungkook had other plans. “No, seriously, he’s probably working out. We’ll remind him of our plan and drink while he gets ready.”

You decided to tag along because anything beat staying at home, tempted to turn on the live-stream. No, hanging out with friends and meeting real people was much better. Besides, you’d given up on Bunny.

Taehyung knocked on the front door of Jungkook’s apartment loudly, so loud it would have woken up dead people. After what seemed like minutes, a red in the face, sweaty, wet-haired Jungkook opened the door. He was wearing a sweatshirt and shorts and seemed exhausted.

At first, he seemed surprised to see you two there but then it dawned on him that he’d forgotten the agreement with Taehyung, so he slapped his forehead. “Fuck! I’m sorry, come in,” he said, opening the door.

Taehyung grunted at him and went straight for the kitchen while you opted for the living room. You’d been there before, but you didn’t really feel comfortable walking through his apartment like that. Taehyung always made himself at home. Jungkook stood there awkwardly until Taehyung got back, and you two shot glances at each other. “Sorry, I’ll go have a shower and I’ll join you.”

“No, don’t worry! Take your time, jerk off while you’re at it,” Taehyung laughed at his own joke again and handed you the glass while Jungkook ran off to the bathroom.

“You’re mean,” you told him, pouring the juice into the glasses Taehyung had already filled with vodka. “It happens, people forget.”

“It’s Friday night and this dude is working out all alone in his room,” he seemed dissatisfied with Jungkook’s choice. “It’s like he doesn’t even want our help!”

“Dude, you’re going out with a friend. Stop acting like you’re the Red Cross and you’re doing him a huge favor,” you spat the words at him, hoping he’d understand he was treating Jungkook a bit unfairly. “Going out should be a fun experience, and not whatever you’re trying to make this into. No wonder he pretended to forget about this.”

“Okay, I get what you mean, but listen,” he leaned in and sighed, as if he was just going to explain why he was right about this as he was about everything. “He needs help. I mean it!”

“You’re a jerk,” you rolled your eyes. Yeah, Jungkook had a problem talking to women, but you were sure he wasn’t as desperate as Taehyung made him sound.

“A month ago, he promised me and Jimin he would make more of an effort to talk to you,” Taehyung leaned back into the sofa and laughed. “Look how great that’s going for him!”

“Why me?”

“Because you’re the only woman he has access to,” Taehyung looked at you like you were stupid while frowning. “We didn’t tell him to hit on you or anything like that. Just to talk to you because you’re a woman. The more he talks to you, the less relaxed he’ll be talking with other girls, right?”

“Okay, I see your point. That’s not such a bad idea,” you had to agree even though you didn’t want to agree with any of Taehyung’s tactics. “But he never speaks to me.”

“That’s my exact fucking point! That’s why I’m so frustrated with him. You’re right here! Jimin asks questions about your sex life that even I wouldn’t dare ask and Jungkook can’t even ask you how you’re doing. I mean, he does do that from time to time, let’s give him that. But he leaves it at small talk and he does that with everyone. He’s bad at small talk, so it never leads anywhere.”

“Maybe he’d do better with some deeper topics, you never know,” you suggested. “He does seem to have a lot more interests than you, if I’m honest.”

“Because he plays games?”

“And works out,” you pointed out, which made your roommate laugh. “And cleans, from the look of it.”

“Cleaning is not an interest. It’s a way for fucked up people to get out of their thoughts,” Taehyung looked happy with his conclusion. “Know how I know? I live with you. Ha!”

You had no choice but to laugh at his pettiness. Even though Taehyung sometimes seemed cruel, he was actually just straightforward and honest with people, whether they liked it or not. You, for one, enjoyed having that kind of honesty. You hated when people tiptoed around, so he was the perfect choice for a roommate.

Right then, Jungkook came out of the bathroom, mumbling apologies because he forgot to take clean clothes with him to the bathroom. Now, you didn’t want to be a perv and stare at him wrapped only in a towel, but you were interested in seeing his body. Everyone always kept talking about how he worked out hard to build up his confidence, so you were just curious about it. Besides, it’s been a long time since you’d seen anyone naked from the waist up.

The sneak peek was enough to take you aback. A guy with a body like that was that flustered around women? Him? It didn’t make sense. Jungkook seemed to be chiseled from head to toe.

Your gaze unwillingly flew down to his crotch, making you feel like a total creep, and that’s when you saw it.

It was right there, staring at you.

You choked on your drink, sat up straight, and cleared your throat repeatedly, feeling like someone has hit the air out of your chest. Taehyung was watching Jungkook make his way from the bathroom to the room, but when he noticed your reaction to Jungkook’s half naked body, he turned his attention to you, extremely curious about everything.

Jungkook stopped dead in his tracks to look at you and he saw you ogling his bunny tattoo.

Then, you lifted your gaze and it met his. and you knew he knew. In that moment, you were 100% sure he knew you’d recognized him from the tattoo. This meant that he also knew you watched his videos, which was a total defeat and embarrassment you’d never get over.

He knew!

He disappeared into his bedroom and Taehyung screamed loudly. “Oh my God! You just eye-fucked Jungkook so hard!” He patted your thigh and screamed out again. “This is fucking marvelous!”

Luckily, Taehyung wasn’t in the streaming world so he had no idea what had just happened there. You, on the other hand, felt mortified, but you clinged on to the hope that you were making it up and that a) Jungkook wasn’t Bunny and b) if he were, he didn’t know you watched him. One of the options had to be true.

He couldn’t be Bunny, right? Jungkook?

The can’t-talk-to-a-woman-to-save-his-life dude? He’s Bunny?

You were making it up. God knows how many men out there had this tacky tattoo.

“Shut up,” you said as you poured yourself a shot of vodka and downed it, feeling yourself sweating. This couldn’t be happening!

“Oh come on, you were ogling the dude,” Taehyung spread his arms out in confusion, blissfully unaware of your inner turmoil. “Besides, you’re looking to get laid, so is he. How didn’t I think of it before? You two should fuck. If you do want it, just tell him. He’d be more than happy to, trust me!”

“And how would you know?” You glared at him, annoyed at his words, but mostly at yourself for giving yourself away like that. Even if Jungkook was Bunny, you shouldn’t have reacted that way. He never would have known! “Oh, I forgot, you know everything!”

“No, Jungkook’s my friend and I remember him telling me he’d like to fuck you many, many times,” he glared right back, sticking his tongue out at you like a little kid who was fighting another kid. “So, please. I’m telling you, if you want to fuck him, I won’t judge. I mean, he looks hot without his shirt on, I have to admit it.”

“That’s not the point,” you shook your head, not even thinking about the proposed idea. All you could think about was Bunny, Bunny, Bunny. There was the slightest chance that it was Jungkook. “He’s your friend. I don’t want you to know anything about my naked body, for starters.”

“Ouch,” Taehyung placed a hand over his heart and poured you another drink. “I’m not that sleazy, and neither is Jungkook, so chill out.”

You changed the topic to a girl Taehyung was seeing this week and hoped he wouldn’t mention anything when Jungkook joined you.

A drink later, he did exactly that as soon as Jungkook walked out of his bedroom, completely dressed in a black button up and dark jeans, and sat down next to Taehyung. You sneaked a glance his way and tried to figure out whether Bunny’s body was hiding underneath those clothes. Was he Bunny?

“I’ve just had a great idea,” Taehyung informed him while handing him the drink he prepared—two thirds vodka, one third juice. “I’ll go out and leave you two to fuck.”

The suggestion made Jungkook stare at Taehyung in awe before turning his attention to you. Now, he seemed a lot more confident than earlier—he managed to look straight into your eyes as if he was waiting for you to say something. When he realized you weren’t going to indulge him, he spoke up. “What?”

“She drooled after seeing you naked. You’re trying to fuck, she’s in desperate need of a real dick, so why the hell not?” Taehyung looked at Jungkook and then at you, but you were too busy staring at each other.

Did he know?

Earlier, you hoped not, but seeing him stare at you like that told you he did. He’d never looked at you like this before, not shying away from your gaze.

He knew.

Jungkook knew you got off while watching him do the same and he suddenly gained a lot more confidence than you were used to seeing from him.

Would he mention it, though? That was the real question here.

If he did, would Taehyung ever let you live it down?

God, what would happen when Jimin found out!? The two of them would never let it go.

Would you ever be able to be in the same room as Jungkook? The worst part about it, your nights with Bunny were over, period. All chances of going back were ruined.

“I actually think it’s a great idea,” Jungkook said in a straight tone, surprising everyone in the room.

“Fuck!” Taehyung jumped up, downed his drink, and grabbed his jacket, clearly deciding to leave you two to it. “See you fuckers!”

“Tae!” You spoke up, but too late. He was already by the front door, dimming the lights. “Since you’re both awkward fucks, it’s better that the lights aren’t that bright. See you tomorrow, fuck each other’s brains out, bye!”

He slammed the door and a really long and uncomfortable silence ensued. You weren’t sure why Jungkook said what he’d said, or why you didn’t react sooner, or why Taehyung left like this was a great idea. Most of all, you were worried about your little secret and whether Jungkook would say it out loud and make it real.

Jungkook downed the drink Taehyung had given him a couple of minutes prior and then poured himself another one. He decided to pour some more vodka in your drink too, like he knew you needed it badly. Then, he sighed loudly and downed that drink too before shooting a glance at you.

“So, I think we should… Uh… Discuss this?” Jungkook said, clearing his throat before sighing again and finally looking at you for more than a second. Sadly, he did it when you least wanted it.

“W-what exactly?” Your voice gave out on you, cracking when you spoke up, so you had a bit of the drink to wash down the awkwardness. What the fuck was wrong with you? He probably didn’t even know you knew. He wasn’t Bunny, there was no fucking way. It was just Jungkook.

“Bunny,” he said the word confidently. Oh, so he was Bunny. And now he knew you knew.

The man in front of you helped you have the best orgasms you’ve ever had and now he knew it. He was Taehyung’s friend. Everyone would find out. Your reputation would be ruined, as if it hasn’t already suffered enough.

“Oh,” you said, words not coming to you. What were you supposed to say? Yeah, I jerk off to you almost every night? Embarrassing. “I’d rather not.”

“Do me a favor and do it?” He looked at you questioningly and you weren’t sure what he was referring to—did he want you to talk about it or do what Taehyung suggested?

You sighed, realizing that you couldn’t just get up and run away without talking about this with him, no matter how terrifying it sounded. It was Jungkook and you had to run into him eventually. Besides, Taehyung would try to force it out of you. “What exactly do you want to talk about?”

If he’d asked you what you thought about his dick or something as Taehyung-like as that, you would have run straight for the door and cried your way home. Thankfully, Jungkook had more tact than that. In fact, that wasn’t his biggest concern.

“I know it’s awkward,” he said, rubbing his hands against his pants. “But it’s the same for me, so we’re even.”

“Uh, I think it’s weirder on my side,” you told him, not making yourself feel any better. To do that, you drank some more of your drink, thankful for the extra vodka Jungkook had added earlier. You needed something stronger if you were about to discuss this whole thing with Jungkook.

“I don’t know how to go about this, but… It’s kind of weird knowing you know what I do,” he said, looking straight ahead. “And I’d prefer it if you didn’t talk about it. To Taehyung or Jimin or, actually, anyone.”

“I won’t if you won’t,” you offered the deal without thinking—you would have done anything for this to stay between the two of you.

“Deal,” he reached out to shake your hand and you took it without hesitation. When he touched you, you realized those were the same hands you watched wrapped around his cock, the same hands that would eventually end up sprayed with coats of cum, that would caress his balls. The same hands you wished were on you so many fucking time. Fuck. “Glad we could, uh, work this out.”

“I’ll drink to that,” you said and downed the rest of your drink, getting up. “I’ll get going now.”

“You-you don’t want to stay and talk?” He asked, seemingly confused. Clearly, Jungkook didn’t think this was as embarrassing for you as it was for him. Why in the hell would you want to discuss this with him of all people? You wanted to forget it ever happened.

“About what?” You stopped dead in your tracks, unsure of what you should do.

“I mean,” he scoffed, looking down at his hands as he rested his elbows on his thighs. “If we don’t talk now, things will be extremely awkward the next time Taehyung sees us.”

Oh fuck, Taehyung. You forgot all about the fact that he thought you stayed here to fuck. He would want to hear all the details, for sure. He had probably already texted absolutely all of your mutual friends to tell them the great news of how he hit two birds with one stone tonight with you two.

“Ah, fuck,” you grunted, sitting back down, realizing that ou had to do this. “Did you have to tell him we’d fuck!?”

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook really did look apologetic, you had to give him that. “I just didn’t know how else to get you to talk to me alone. I sure as fuck didn’t want to discuss this at the club.”

“You’re right, you’re right,” you nodded, imagining the horror of having a drunken public conversation about Jungkook being the livestream god that you got off to more often than not. “I mean, we could have avoided it altogether.”

You watched Jungkook as the corners of his mouth formed a smile. “And what after?” Then, he turned to look straight at you and you didn’t have an answer for him. “Things would get even weirder.”

“Face it, things will be weird,” you said with a shrug. “Please, pour some vodka.”

Jungkook did as you asked, topping up his drink as well before you both downed them, gulping like you hadn’t had a sip to drink in years. Embarrassment was a real bitch. You never usually had a problem with talking to people—whether you were sexually interested in them or not. Now it seemed that you’ve morphed into Jungkook and that both of you were equally uncomfortable around each other.

“Can we make it not weird somehow?” He suggested and you could tell he was really going through it. After all, this was the longest and most serious conversation you two have ever had.

“Okay, we’re adults,” you said, nodding before sighing deeply. Fuck, this was awkward. You’ve gotten off to Jungkook. “You have to understand that it’s really kind of embarrassing to sit here when you know I watch you.”

“Watch?” He cocked an eyebrow up, seeming more interested in the conversation all of a sudden. “Like, regularly?”

You shot him a glare, sensing that he was enjoying this piece of information a lot more than he was supposed to. “Don’t even fucking start,” you waved your hand at him. “It’s weird.”

“Well, it’s worse on this end, trust me.”

You frowned in confusion. “How the fuck is it worse?”

“You’ve seen me naked. You know what I do. You could blackmail me for life. All I know about you is that you watch online porn, wow!” He shook his head and looked down again, seeming defeated. “It’s a hell of a lot worse.”

“Okay, you have a point,” you chuckled, finally understanding his side of things. “But still, like you’ve said, I’ve seen you naked and I’ve—fuck, why does it have to be this weird—I’ve gotten off on that. That’s infinitely more weird than what you do.”

“Everyone watches porn, not everyone makes it,” he made a good point. “Besides, that’s just like a really good fucking compliment.”

You wanted to tell him that it was a compliment because he had the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen and you’ve never even thought of dicks as something nice—they were a means to a very happy end. However, you couldn’t say that. It was Jungkook, the guy who had trouble talking to you about anything serious! And you jerked off when watching him do the same and wishing he was filling you up instead of your vibrator. It was gross and weird and uncomfortable.

“Sure, but you’re just putting content out there. I really didn’t know it was you, I swear,” you said before sipping your drink again, hoping it would make this less embarrassing. It felt like you’d invaded his privacy. He had this whole secret life no one knew about and he liked it, and then you came and fucked it all up. “Had I known, I really wouldn’t have watched!”

“That’s the whole point,” he chuckled, a smile playing on his lips even after the chuckle died out. He rubbed his bottom lip with his index finger while holding his glass and staring right ahead.

“What is?” If there was a point, you completely missed it but it was no wonder, considering that you were thinking about all the times you practically drooled over Taehyung’s best friend.

“I don’t… Women don’t really like me, right?” He shrugged and it made you feel bad for him for a second. Did he really think he was that unappealing? “Not in real life anyway. But, when I go online, so many of them do.”

That was true, so fucking many women wanted a piece of him. You saw women giving him hundreds of dollars so he’d say a certain phrase or a name and if that didn’t qualify as popular with women, you didn’t know what else did. The fact that Bunny was Jungkook was shocking mostly because of the difference in self-confidence between the two. Bunny was proud to flaunt his body, Jungkook couldn’t even look at a woman for more than two seconds.

“So you don’t do it for the money?” You asked, which made him look at you and frown for a second before shaking his head.

“Not really,” he admitted without taking a second to think about your question. “Does it come in handy? Sure, I have a bigger savings account than I ever thought I would, but it’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s a confidence thing, I guess,” Jungkook said after downing the rest of his drink. He looked at the bottle but then decided not to pour again. “As you know because my friends won’t stop fucking me because of it, I’m not that great at talingk to women. I say something, don’t know what else to say, can’t think of anything funny or interesting, and just, uh, fuck up in general,” he was getting flustered so he took a deep breath. “Like right now. But okay. So I started working out to feel better. I have some online friends and someone jokingly said I had a good voice and should record moaning videos. We all laughed it off but then I did it. I didn’t tell them, clearly, but I wanted to see if it would get anyone going. It did, so I created more, and then eventually it led to videos. When I posted the first one, it was the first time I got a compliment on my looks from a woman. And not the you’re-so-cute, you’re-such-a-nice-guy-, I-like-you-as-a-friend type of comment. You know what kind of comments are left on the stream. The fact that people tip is just a bonus, that option wasn’t even there in the beginning.”

“I can’t even look you in the eye when saying this, but trust me, the content is ten out of ten,” you nodded knowingly. “If you’re doing it to get more confident, you should be at least twice as confident as Tae judging by how many women enjoy you.”

Jungkook smirked at you and for a second you saw the guy he could be if he just relaxed for a fucking second when he was talking to anyone who had a pussy.

“Thanks,” he said, still looking at you. This time, you were the first one to look away, ashamed of having his eyes on you. “I do it to know that I can get women off. So that’s what I get out of it.”

“That’s totally understandable,” you said, suddenly feeling intrigued. “Has it helped you?”

Jungkook looked at you like he didn't understand, so you explained yourself. “With confidence, I mean.”

“What do you think?” He looked at you with a deadpan expression, which made you chuckle.

“Well, you’re talking to me just fine. In fact, I’m the more awkward one here right now.”

“I mean, once the worst happens, what’s there to be afraid of?” Jungkook shrugged. “You know what I do, you watched it, but it doesn’t change anything. I’m me, you’re you, we’ll just move on.”

“Maybe you should go into every conversation with women like that, thinking that they’ve watched you at one point or another, if that makes it easier,” you suggested, but he brushed it off.

“You’re not exactly all women,” he added with a scoff, but you weren’t sure what he meant by that. “You know most of my friends. I see you all the time. If some random woman at the club knew, so what? I could pretend it wasn’t me or something. But the second you saw the tattoo, I knew. Fucking Taehyung and his showing up unannounced.”

“Well, he did announce himself, you just forgot.”

“I wouldn’t have started the stream if I hadn’t forgotten, trust me,” he told you with a knowing look.

“Oh, right, you had the stream,” you said, outing yourself even more.

What Jungkook knew was that you’ve seen his live-stream before. For all he knew, it happened once, maybe twice. However, someone who’d seen him once wouldn’t have known about his uploads. Only people who were subscribed got those updates about when he’d post next.

“So you follow the streams?” He asked so matter-of-factly, as if it wasn’t such a damning fact, as if it didn’t mean you were so insanely attracted to his voice, moaning, and naked body that you followed his schedule to know when you’d be getting off next.

“Maybe,” you gulped, feeling extremely embarrassed since you were caught red-handed.

“Interesting,” Jungkook noted with a grin. “Can I ask you something?”

“After this conversation? You can ask me anything,” you laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation.

“Will you continue to watch?” He asked, turning to face you again with an expression you couldn’t read. “Now that you know it’s me?”

“I don’t think so,” you told him right away because you’d make the decision before you even knew it was him. Now that you did know Bunny’s identity, it served as another deterrent from this little secret hobby of yours.

“Oh,” Jungkook said, looking at the glass again before deciding to fill it up and down the shot.

“It’s not because of you,” you tried to explain, noticing that your decision made him feel bad. After all, it did sound very rude—you wanted to watch when he was an anonymous guy, but now that you knew it was him, you’d lost interest.

“Don’t worry, I get it,” he gave you a faint smile, but you could tell it really wasn’t okay. “I mean, the whole thing is cursed.”

“What do you mean?”

“It gives me the illusion that people are into me,” Jungkook admitted with a sigh. “But here you are, following the stream so, clearly, liking the content, but now you know it’s me, you’re put off by it completely.”

“That’s not exactly true—” you tried to explain, but Jungkook cut you off.

“Like I’ve said, don’t worry. It’s not your fault. I get it, I really do. You only saw my… dick and you liked that. If it comes in a package with my face and personality, it’s not exactly a good thing,” he said, chuckling, even though he was clearly not entertained. His expression and tone would have given him off even if he hadn’t said all of that out loud.

“Stop with the whole self-demeaning thing,” you told him, which instantly made him look at you, and it felt like you were scolding a scared kid. Still, you had to say it. “Why don’t you just talk to people? How can I know anything about your personality if you don’t talk to me? This is not easy to say, okay?, but you have a great dick and a very cute face. You don’t seem like a bad guy and this shyness of yours, like I’ve said, can be a huge plus for you if you only talk to women a bit more. Have a drink if you need to and talk.”

Jungkook leaned back into the sofa and took a while to think about your words. “I know you’re right about that, but it’s not that easy. I’m clumsy with words. I don’t know how to ask for what I want, so I talk in circles. What’s the fucking point of having hundreds of women watching you when you can’t talk to a single one?”

“That sounds tough,” you agreed. It must have been really strange to have all these women lining up for him and then feeling unable to speak to a single one. He brought a lot of pleasure to a lot of women yet he got none out of it. “But you can work on it. Try to have one conversation a day or something.”

“How would you get a woman to sleep with you, if you were me?”

His question wasn’t a rhetorical one so you thought about the answer for a while. All bets were off at this point and he was clearly trying to make the most he could out of the absolute clusterfuck of a situation. “If it was a one time thing, then I’d just go straight to the point and tell the girl that I’m just looking for some fun and that she’s gorgeous. If it’s someone I like, I’d tell them that they make me flustered so it’s hard to get the words out but that I’d like a chance to prove I can be a real bunny in the bedroom.”

Jungkook scoffed and then shook his head at you, clearly disappointed with you. “Fuck you.”

“I’m joking. I’d say beast instead of bunny, makes it a lot more fierce,” you joked, downing the rest of your drinking and thinking about the next one when Jungkook took you about. “What I mean is, even if you can’t talk about it in detail, you can say something meaningful. One intimate thing is worth a lot more than three hours of nonsense. I’d just be honest if I were you.”

“So, here goes nothing,” Jungkook said before taking a deep breath. “I really, really like you and I’m a fuck-up when it comes to talking, but I’d like you to forget the fact that I’m me and give me a chance to be Bunny. For you. Without the filming. And tipping, clearly.”

The last part made you chuckle, and your nerves were to blame as well. Was he saying what you thought he was saying? Why were you even thinking about it? Your pussy throbbed at the idea of him acting like Bunny in front of you, of getting naked and jerking off for you.

If you were being honest, it throbbed because this was the first time in a long time a good-looking guy made a sexual proposition and you were dying to finally feel something real. If Jungkook really wanted this, you wanted him to speak about it more, to help him get out of his shell. How would you two do anything if he couldn’t talk to you about sexual topics? It wouldn’t work.

“You want me to watch you jerk off?” You cocked your head to the side and played dumb while thoughts about him naked roamed your mind.

Jungkook chewed on the inside of his cheek before taking a deep breath. “No, I want to fuck you.”

“Okay, we’re making progress here,” you joked, but noticed he wasn’t laughing. Besides, you shouldn’t have been joking about anything—you got shivers when he said the word “fuck” like a horny obsessed creep. “I’m not taking this as a joke, I just want us to talk about it if we’re thinking about doing it.”

“You’re thinking about it?” Jungkook’s eyes widened when he realized that and it took him a while to look away this time. The fact that he found this surprising was insane. Did he not know how hot he was?

“Maybe,” you grinned, realizing that you’d already made your mind up.

Was it stupid? Yes.

Would you regret it? Maybe.

Did you want to try Bunny in person? Fuck yes.

Did you think Jungkook deserved a chance? He was a good guy, so why not?

You were ready to meet some okay dude and go home with him, so why not Jungkook? The whole reason why you never thought about fucking him was that you never even talked. Now that’s changed. Another reason you had against it was that he was close to Tae and you really didn’t want your roommate to know details about your sex life. Since Jungkook wanted to keep his Bunny thing a secret, you were sure he would never share any kind of sexual information about you with his friend.

“What do you want to talk about?” He asked eagerly and chewed on his bottom lip. You had to admit flusteredness looked hot on him.

“You,” you smiled at him, hoping he’d calm down. “Do you want another drink?”

“Nope, I’m good,” he said shortly, but then explained, as if he remembered that you wanted him to talk more. “I mean, if we do this, I want to be sober.”

“Good thinking,” you nodded at him. “I’ll have another one.”

Before your hand touched the bottle, Jungkook’s was on yours, and it felt so big and warm, so you instantly remembered what it looked like wrapped around his veiny cock. “Uhm, if… If we’re fucking, I’d like you to be present. Meaning, not wasted.”

“Oh, okay,” you nodded and moved your hand away from his. “Fair enough.”

For a minute or so, both of you were quiet, looking around.

You weren’t sure what Jungkook was thinking about—probably what he was going to talk to you about—but you were focusing on how you wanted to approach this. Did you want to wait until he made the first move, initiated everything, and took control or did you want to help him out?

One side of you wanted to make him step up, but the other side was telling you to be fair and help him out. He was already having some confidence issues, so it would probably help him more if you initiated at least the conversation.

However, Jungkook beat you to it. “How did you find the stream?”

“I…” you stopped, unsure of the best way to go about it. “Long story short, I haven’t had sex in a long time and I never really came on my own,” you admitted, suddenly feeling a bit sheepish around him, mostly because he played such a key part in the story he knew nothing about. Still, if you were going to make this more comfortable, you had to give some too. “So I decided to change it, got toys, watched porn, but I guess nothing worked. Then I got into the moaning video world and it happened.”

“Oh, cool,” he said, as if this wasn’t extremely awkward and personal for you. “So you watch other streamers as well?”

He made watching men jerk off sound like the most normal thing out there. “No, I don’t.”

Your confession made his head snap in your direction. “You only watch me?”

“Yes,” you admitted, smiling at him. “You’re that good.”

You knew that would soothe his ego, but you also knew he deserved it. It was funny how a lot less attractive men had so much more confidence than Jungkook, who had nothing wrong with him.

“Thanks,” he said, looking down with a grin he so desperately tried to hide. “And did you manage to do it?”

“Do what, sorry?”

“Come,” he said the word in a much lower tone, the one he used on stream, and it instantly made your pussy clench. You were conditioned to start soaking the second you heard his low voice talking or, even worse, moaning.

“I-I did,” you admitted, hating yourself for letting your voice falter like that. He already knew you watched him. Did he have to know he managed to get you come every single time?

“Are you ashamed of this?” Jungkook seemed concerned for a second and you appreciated the sentiment.

“Of course,” you said with a shrug. “But what can I do? I saw you naked and thought about you while getting myself off. It’s kind of embarrassing, to say the least.”

Jugkook cleared his throat before responding. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ve never seen you naked and I’ve jerked off to you numerous times.”

“You have?” Curiosity got the better of you and you just had to know. Besides, if you were going to fuck him, it was good to know things like this.

“Have you seen yourself?” Jungkook asked with a scoff. “Yeah, I’m that much of a loser. Can’t say a single word to you but jerk off to you when I get home.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. Does that gross you out?”

“Jungkook, I’ve seen you get yourself off. Nothing about it grosses me out,” you were never that shameless before, but then again, this situation was one of a kind. “And honestly, you’d get so much more pussy if you said things like this to women.”

“You think women like someone telling them they’d jerk off on them?” Jungkook asked, genuinely wondering, completely looking over or ignoring your compliment. You figured he was too ashamed to address it.

“Not everyone, sure, but some would,” you shrugged. “I mean, if I like a guy and he tells me that, I’d enjoy it. Like you said, it’s a confidence thing.”

“Good to know,” he nodded with a smile. “I mean, you’re right. If someone knows you personally and jerks off to you, it’s a really good compliment.”

“It’s a compliment even if they don’t know it’s you,” you added, knowing it would get him flustered because he’d know you were talking about him. Jungkook nodded in response, clearly thinking of what he was going to say to that.

The more you thought about it, the better the idea seemed. You know what he was hiding under those clothes and you wanted to have some fun, and so did he. Why not?

“Jungkook, do you want to fuck me?” You asked, hoping he’d be calm enough to respond.

“Yes,” he did so right away, ready for the question. “I really fucking do.”

“Now?”

“Whenever you let me,” Jungkook sighed.

“Do you think you’ll be good at it?” You asked, feeling like it was the right time to tease him.

“Uh, I,” he fumbled a bit but then calmed himself down with a deep breath. “If you can come just by watching me jerk off, I think I’ll be fine.”

“But that’s not all you do,” you pouted and stood up just to walk over to him and stand right between his legs, leaving him with no option other than to look up at you. “You make the sweetest sounds.”

“If you want that, you can have it,” he agreed in an instant.

“Are you sure you’re not embarrassed? Too ashamed to do this? You know we’ll have to get naked and touch each oth—” you were cut off by his sudden movement.

You were being mean, you knew it. You were teasing, but only because you were still trying to figure out whether this was something you two needed to do.

What if Jungkook wasn’t ready? He barely talked to you before that night, so you weren’t sure he’d have the guts to do much, and if the whole experience sucked, it would be really weird to see each other after.

But, then again, he was Bunny, the confident, hot guy who could now make you come just by speaking.

Jungkook cut you off mid-teasing by standing up and leaning in, as if he was just about to kiss you. “You treat me like a baby far too often for someone who gets off on me every couple of days.”

“Those two aren’t correlated,” you tried to joke your way out of it, but Jungkook was towering over you, letting you inhale the sweet scent of his cologne, and you felt so small next to him all of a sudden.

“You’re absolutely right,” he agreed with a chuckle. “The fact that watching me turns you on has nothing to do with you acting like a brat right now and trying to make me nervous.”

“Oh, and you aren’t nervous?” You cocked your head to the side and placed both hands on his chest. “I feel like you are. You’re finally getting words out, so that’s something.”

“I’ll get a lot more words out of you, trust me,” he said with an air of confidence you weren’t used to seeing from him.

Jungkook sat back down on the sofa and spread his legs, as if he was waiting for you to straddle him, so you did exactly that. You couldn’t help it—his spread thighs looked so inviting, even when they were covered by jeans. Two could play this game and you were determined to win. You could swear he shuddered when you sat on him and placed your hands on his shoulders, but you didn’t think much of it—it was normal to be nervous in this situation.

“Are you sure about that?” You asked cockily when you realized he was speechless.

In response, Jungkook started to unbutton his shirt until all you could see in front of yourself was his naked chest. Then, he leaned back against the sofa, letting himself fall into the cushions. “Are you sure?”

“Hm,” you hummed in agreement and let your hands wander over his chest. When you touched him, you felt his body stiffen under you, but Jungkook relaxed and let your cold hands touch him all over his warm chest and you enjoyed every second of it. It was all a lot firmer, smoother, and more real than you’d imagined. “I wonder how a handsome guy like you has so much trouble with girls.”

The compliment made Jungkook flush, but he steered the conversation elsewhere. “Are you going to keep that on?”

You looked down at your shirt and quickly got it over your head, which left you only in your bra. Jungkook seemed to enjoy the sight a lot more than you thought he would and for a while, his eyes were glued to your lace covered breasts. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“That was a question?” He cocked an eyebrow up and grinned. “I thought you were just being a bitch.”

His remark made you laugh and he seemed to enjoy you doing that. “While I’m known to be a bitch from time to time, that wasn’t my intention,” you said while slowly moving your hands up to his face until you had it in your hands, your palms holding the backs of his jawbone, directing his head the way you wanted it to face. “I was actually trying to give you a compliment.”

“It came out kind of backhanded,” Jungkook grinned while looking straight into your eyes, your hands on his head. “You could have just said something about how much you liked my dick if you were really trying to compliment me.”

You appreciated the cockiness of his tone and liked the fact that he was starting to open up. “See? If you acted this way around women, you’d have no trouble getting them to fuck you.”

Jungkook placed his hand over yours and looked you straight in the eye. “Can we stop talking about these hypothetical women? I couldn’t care less about other women right now. You’re sitting on my dick. Fuck other women.”

You laughed again and slowly moved away from him. “How about we take this to your bedroom? I’d like to see you in action.”

“This is the least romantic proposition I’ve ever received,” Jungkook joked, but still got up swiftly and took you to the bedroom while getting rid of his belt and shirt in the process. For someone who was complaining so much, he seemed to be very eager to get naked.

“That’s rich coming from you, Bunny,” you joked too, knowing you’d hit a nerve, but Jungkook just laughed heartily.

“I sort of had that one coming,” he shrugged and closed the door behind you. “But I mean, this is the exact opposite of romantic. I-I, we haven’t even kissed. And we still have our clothes on.”

“Then let’s take it off,” you said and got rid of your pants, bra, and then panties, all the while Jungkook stood there leaning against the bedroom door, watching you in what seemed like awe, but you guessed it was just horniness. “What about you?”

“Oh, right,” he snapped out of it quickly and got out of his pants and boxers, showing you the dick you felt like you knew personally by then. Fuck, it looked even better and smoother in person. Seeing a naked man after such a long time already felt amazing on its own, but coupled with the fact that he was that good-looking, the experience turned into something you wouldn’t be able to forget. “Like what you see?”

You nodded, not even wanting to pretend you had something funny to say about it. You were sure he could already tell by the way your mouth gaped at the sight of his erect dick. “You’re even better in person, if that means anything for your ego.”

“It sure fucking does,” he smiled softly, which seemed such a contrast from his naked body that was calling you to touch it. “You said you wanted to see me?”

“If you don’t mind,” you looked at him questioningly and when he nodded, you moved to the bed and sat down on it, unsure of what to do. Jungkook was right about one thing and it was the lack of romance or anything similar. The whole thing was weird from start to finish, but you were sure you’d make it work.

“One thing, though,” he said after he walked over to his computer desk—that computer desk—and got the lube. “I’d like to watch you too.”

“Oh,” you mouthed and decided that it was only fair. Why would he put on a show for you and get nothing in return? What’s fair is fair. “At the same time?”

“Just do it like you always do it,” he teased, making you roll your eyes at him. He was right though, that’s exactly how it went. You’d watch Bunny and get yourself off.

“Well, I usually have a vibrator,” you told him, knowing this would get him all worked up. The fact that he started to stroke himself dry served as proof of your prediction being true.

“Fuck, that sounds nice,” Jungkook said, biting his lip. “Can you manage without it?”

“I won’t come,” you said, stacking the two pillows on top of each other so you could rest against them and stare right at Jungkook, who was standing at the edge of the bed, his erection in hand. Your confession made him sad.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He asked, seeming worried about this, which got him even more points in your book. The amount of guys you knew that just didn’t really care if their partner came was astounding, sadly. “How do you usually do it with a guy?”

“Oral,” you said, not knowing whether that was even his thing, but his smile he gave you reassured you.

“Want me to eat you out?” Jungkook suggested and you had a hard time thinking about anything else other than his lips and tongue on you and those fucking gorgeous fingers inside of you.

“No,” you said, making him frown instantly. “Give me the lube,” you said and he threw it on the bed next to you, so you took it, squirted some in your hand, and threw it back at him. “Let me watch for a while and then you can eat me out.”

“Deal,” Jungkook nodded and squirted a generous amount of lube on his cock. “Want me to lie down, stand, sit?”

“Whatever feels good for you,” you told him honestly. Did it matter? If you got to see his cock in action, you’d be happy.

“Standing then,” he shrugged and lifted one leg on the bed, allowing you an even better view of his firm thighs, balls, and cock.

Jungkook slowly started to stroke himself, but since you were so used to it and knew what was coming, you reached down and started rubbing your clit. When he saw you do that, Jungkook immediately sped up his pace. “Do you usually do it like that?”

You hummed in agreement, unable to take your eyes off his big cock.

“You like watching me?” He asked the question he used so much in his streams, making you clench around nothing. “I knew you would.”

You nodded, without even thinking about it.

Jungkook wasn’t the dominant one here, not at all. If anything, it should have been you—you were the older one, the one with more sexual experience, the one who was able to have conversations with those of the opposite sex. You had more confidence in general and weren’t afraid to ask for what you wanted when you wanted it. Yet, he was the one talking and having you melt like it was your first time seeing a man.

“Does it seem big enough for you?”

“Fuck yes,” you decided to respond to this one, wanting to make him as weak as you seemed. “It will fit so nicely.”

“Right?” Jungkook asked, his voice suddenly shaky, and you just knew he was imagining being right inside of you. “Right in your pretty little cunt.”

“Yes,” you agreed, feeling yourself getting soaked. The tone of voice he used now was different from the Bunny one, it wasn’t that deep or fake, so you enjoyed it even more, even though you thought that wasn’t humanly possible. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me, Jungkook.”

“I know, baby,” he responded, using the nickname he so often used in the live-streams. You didn’t like it when guys called you that—it was overused and felt cheap since they used that nickname for every single girl they dated. None of it mattered now and you wanted to hear him call you baby all night. “You’ve been wanting this for a long time, huh?”

“Very long,” you hissed the words as your clit finally started to respond to your quick movements. “Too long.”

“I think so too,” he said, moving his leg down from the bed and walking over so he was standing on the side of the bed, a lot closer to you. He was still tugging at his hard cock. “We should have done this sooner.”

“Speak up sooner next time,” you teased, thinking it was a good idea.

Jungkook reached for your face, gently grabbed your chin and made you look up at him. “I’ll just put it in you if you keep this up.”

You’d never thought a threat could sound as attractive as that, but Jungkook made it possible. The fact that the shy guy who couldn’t even look at you before was now saying this was surprising in itself, let alone your reaction to it.

“You say that like it’s a threat,” you said, having a hard time focusing on his eyes when his dick was right there, so fucking close you could touch it.

Jungkook groaned in frustration. “I’m really trying to be nice and do whatever you ask of me. You said you wanted to watch, so I’m giving you a show. But now you’re just teasing me.”

“You’re right, sorry,” you licked your lips. “I just like teasing you.”

The response seemed to please him, so he continued touching himself. “You know what’s funny? It takes me so long to come during the stream, but if you were right in front of me, I’d come so fast.”

“Already coming?” You said, jokingly, but he didn’t seem to appreciate the joke. “I’m kidding. I’d really like to see you come all over yourself.”

“Since you’re here, I’d much rather come all over you,” Jungkook responded, making your breath hitch in your throat.

“Sounds good,” you agreed and started rubbing yourself faster, to which he groaned, and that in turn made you hiss and buck your hips into your hand.

“What is it? Like it when I make sounds for you?” He said, knowing the answer very well. “You sure fucking do. You love watching me touch my dick, you like watching me come, you love hearing me. You get off to me so fucking often, right?”

You nodded, feeling too weak to respond. Your fucking vagina was playing tricks on you again and you felt like you wouldn’t come even though you were having the time of your life. Everything was right—the mood, the guy next to you, the way you were touching your clit, but it just wasn’t happening.

“Say it,” Jungkook said in a harsher tone, which immediately made you want to respond.

“I watch you almost every day, Jungkook,” you said with a grunt, losing any bit of decency you had left. If he’d use this information against you, so be it. “Whenever you’re on, almost. I love watching you so much.”

“Why?” He asked, enjoying every single word that came out of your mouth.

“You always seem so clean and smooth. Your skin looks perfect, your fingers are so long and your dick is big, so I always imagine them in me,” you stopped and moaned when the pressure you were applying to your clit became too much.

“You think about me fucking you?”

“A lot,” you admitted, enjoying the way your words affected him. “You make me come so fast. Two, three minutes, and I’m out.”

This made Jungkook smile widely. “Can I come over you? Shower your tits with cum?”

You nodded without thinking. If it meant he wouldn’t fuck you, so be it. You wanted to see him come. It felt like the perfect payback for all the time he’s made you come.

“Good girl,” he grinned and moved closer, offering you his dick to suck. “Take just the tip, huh? Just a little bit.”

Instead of responding, you leaned in and wrapped your lips around his warm, wet tip and got the most guttural moan you’ve ever heard from him. Instinctively, Jungkook thrust into your mouth, but thankfully, he didn’t get too far in because you were still sitting away from him. “Fucking hell, you feel so good,” he mumbled and reached down to take a fistful of your hair. Instead of pulling your hair, he started grazing your scalp with his fingers, being a lot more gentle than you’d imagined. “Your tongue will finish me, fuck.”

You hummed against his cock and brought a hand up to grope his thigh a couple of times before moving on to grab his balls. When you did that, Jungkook kicked his head back and moaned your name. You were no longer touching yourself —you wanted to focus solely on him, so you did exactly that, but you wanted to feel something as soon as you heard him moan like that, enjoying himself so much.

“Right there, hmhm,” Jungkook moaned, continuing to play with your hair while looking down at you with his cock in your mouth and balls in your hand. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me. You’re insanely hot, you have no idea… Fuck, right there.”

You continued to moan and hum against his cock, knowing that the vibrations made him feel even better. Soon enough, Jungkook pulled out of your mouth and continued to touch himself. “I can come over you? Quick?”

You nodded and then heard him grunt your name before streaks of white sticky liquid shot out of his cock and landed across your breasts and stomach. You were sure some ended up on Jungkook’s sheets, but you couldn’t have cared less in that moment.

There was something so mouth-watering about seeing such a handsome guy with such a nice dick use it to get himself all over you, and knowing you helped make that happen. Jungkook held onto the wall with one hand as he milked himself out over you, enjoying the sight.

“You’re so amazing,” he mumbled at you, trying to calm his breathing down. “My turn?”

You nodded and before you knew it, he was between your legs, his full lips latching onto your clit while his two fingers circled your entrance. He touched you and moaned the second he realized your hole was hot, soaking, and ready for him, so he shoved both fingers in and sucked on your clit while using the other hand to grope your buttcheek.

Fucking Jungkook and his fucking long fingers and nimble tongue! It was embarrassing that it took him less than a minute of oral to get you to come with a scream of his name and a hard grip of his curly hair, but it happened and you couldn’t feel bad about it, not when he’d just jerked off in front of you and brought your wildest fantasies to life.

Since he kept sucking on your clit even though you just came, you pushed him away to stop him and saw how messy he was with your slick all over his face, a string of it connecting his chin to your pussy.

“Ugh,” you shook your head, feeling embarrassed. “Wipe your mouth, I’m all over you.”

“That’s my favorite part,” Jungkook grunted, but got up to get the towel, like you asked.

When he came back, he found you in the same position, lying on your back, your legs spread, trying to catch your breath. You just couldn’t come to terms with the fact that a) Jungkook was Bunny, b) you were attracted to Jungkook, and c) you two had just made each other come.

“You okay?” He said, sitting down next to you, handing you the towel.

“This was the first time I came with a guy in like, what?, a year?” You sighed, feeling completely satisfied, for a change. “So I’m enjoying it.”

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Somehow, you didn’t really know how, you agreed to sleep over. It was late and you didn’t want to face Taehyung, so what was the point of going home and having Taehyung verbally attack you until you told him what had happened? It wouldn’t have been a good idea.

Besides, you didn’t want to ruin such a satisfactory night by stressing over your roommate. You’d deal with it tomorrow.

Jungkook offered you an extra toothbrush, warm cloth, coconut oil to get rid of your makeup, and a moisturizer, which was so funny considering you thought he knew next to nothing about women. Then, he gave you one of his big t-shirts and asked you to sleep next to him which you did.

Well, you tried.

It was hard to fall asleep because your heart was racing. You thought it was due to all the drinks earlier, but you knew it was because of the man sleeping next to you. He was so fucking good at oral, he was great at turning you on, he was funny and charming when he wasn’t dying from embarassment, and you couldn’t believe that was the Jungkook you knew.

Or well, didn’t know.

He couldn’t sleep either, so both of you kept tossing and turning around until Jungkook spoke.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you responded, hoping you didn’t sound weird. “Trying to calm down so I can sleep.”

“Oh,” he sighed. “Me too. Eventful night.”

“Truly,” you wholeheartedly agreed and tried to be funny. “You’re really good at this, Bunny.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook replied, not sounding convinced. You could tell something was on his mind, his tone was different. “Can I ask you something?”

“After this, you can ask me anything,” you repeated yourself after going a step further than the last time you’d said it.

Jungkook cleared his throat. “Why didn’t you kiss me? Do you even like kissing?”

“I love it,” you admitted, feeling like it was a lot easier to be honest now that you were in the dark.

“So?” His breath seemed shaky and you weren’t sure if this was really bothering him.

“I guess there was just no opportunity.”

“I guess,” he agreed, even though it didn’t sound like he meant it.

He was right, though, it was weird. You could have kissed when you were straddling him, but you didn’t. Still, you weren’t the only player in this game.

“Why didn’t you kiss me?” You asked him back, throwing the ball in his court.

“I don’t know. I’m a pussy,” he said nonchalantly, so much so that it made you laugh out loud.

“Want us to kiss now?” You were the one to offer, unable to find a downside to it. You’d already touched each other, so a kiss wouldn’t make or break anything.

Jungkook hummed in agreement so you turned to face him and he did the same. You were the first one to lean in, but he was the first one to kiss and it was sweet, short, and gentle, and his lips gently rubbed against yours. It was so simple, but it made you want more.

Still, you didn’t want to do the most and try to initiate something again. Instead, you simply enjoyed the kisses. First, they were pecks, then they got a bit deeper with your wet lips gliding against the other’s, making you feel warm all over. Then, you felt Jungkook’s tongue probing your lips and you let it enter and play with yours, which instantly got you in the mood. However, Jungkook didn’t overdo it. He went back to slow kissing until the both of you were out of breath, so he pulled away first and took a deep one.

“You’re a great kisser,” he told you.

“You too,” you said it back, meaning it wholeheartedly. Anyone who could get you to lose your breath when just kissing you was amazing at it.

Somehow, you both managed to fall asleep. It wasn’t a good night’s sleep—you tossed and turned, woke up and then went back to sleep, and in the end felt like you didn’t get a wink of sleep.

The clock on Jungkook’s nightstand said it was 4AM when you woke up next, so you exhaled loudly and threw your hands down on the covers, angry at yourself for not being able to fall asleep. You were wondering whether you should just give up on sleeping and go home. Jungkook turned on his side and spoke, which scared you—you weren’t expecting him to be awake too.

“Everything okay?” He sounded a lot more sleepy than you. In fact, it sounded like he was still half-asleep.

“Can’t sleep,” you whispered to him. “You go back to sleep, okay?”

Instead of responding, Jungkook reached out, wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you into his frame, so the side of your body was pressed against the front of his. “Better?”

“We’ll see,” you said and closed your eyes, enjoying his warmth against your body, feeling a lot calmer than you did before. It seemed like Jungkook had so much experience with women, he knew exactly how to pull you in closer, how to hug you so he wasn’t squeezing you too hard.

Jungkook rested his head next to yours, so you could hear his now quiet breathing and allow it to lull you to sleep. You stretched out your neck and groaned while doing so, feeling stiff and tired.

You didn’t expect Jungkook to react to this, but his body did—you could suddenly feel him hardening against your side. Being as mean as you were, you slowly pushed your side into him, trying to feel out if he was really sporting an erection.

“Sorry,” he mumbled into your ear. “The sounds got me.”

“You really need to stop apologizing for everything,” you told him with a low chuckle.

“I thought that was a part of my charm,” he teased back, suddenly sounding a lot more awake.

“Well, your dick is also a part of it, so you don’t have to apologize,” you responded, which made him move his hand up from your waist to the side of your face and cup it gently.

“Can I kiss you?” Jungkook asked. “Just a kiss.”

You nodded and he leaned in. The kiss seemed to last forever and you wouldn’t change a single thing about it—it was the perfect kiss. It was slow, lazy, wet, warm, sensual, and you never wanted him to stop. The more Jungkook kissed you, the more you wanted him, evident by the way your insides were starting to grow warmer and your pussy was starting to dampen.

You were the one to stop the kiss just to mutter a question at him. “Are you tired?”

“What do you have in mind?” He asked, pecking your lips and rubbing your cheek with his thumb. The whole situation felt a whole lot more intimate than it should, but you blamed it on fatigue, exhaustion, and chemistry between the two of you. You two weren’t romantically interested in each other—you were just two people who really needed to get off.

You reached down under the sheets and cupped his cock. “I’d really like to feel you inside.”

Jungkook hummed gently and pecked your lips as his hand made its way to your crotch, which he promptly cupped in return. “I’m never too tired for that.”

It all happened fairly quickly, but it was because you were both clearly so fucking eager to get laid, even after you both came hours earlier. Nothing beat sex, though.

Jungkook’s fingers quickly find their way under your underwear, where he grazed your crotch gently. Before you knew it, you were grabbing him tighter and pulling him in closer, which he took as a sign to ease two fingers inside of you. That was enough for you to moan gently, trying to keep it together. It just felt so fucking good to have someone finally touch you.

“Good?” Jungkook asked once he started to finger you and you nodded before kissing him again, trying to focus on the feeling of his fingers inside of you.

When Jungkook felt how wet and ready you were for him, it was his turn to grunt. You could tell he was trying to keep it down, but the grunt made him sound like Bunny and the memories came flooding in, making you even more eager for him.

Then, Jungkook decided to get rid of your underwear, following your lead. It didn’t take him long to get on top of you and prop himself up on one elbow while holding his dick in his other hand. “Condom?” Jungkook asked, and you could see he was hoping it was a no.

By this point, your eyes were used to the darkness, the only source of light being the clock on his nightstand. That’s why you could see how his eyes grew wider as he waited for your response.

“I’m on the pill for hormones,” you informed him, which made his face light up. “Are you clean?”

He eagerly nodded in agreement. “I got tested last year. Didn’t have sex since then.”

You chuckled at the admission. “We’re in the same fucking boat.”

“And I’m really fucking happy about that,” he mumbled in response as he positioned his tip at your entrance. Then, he looked up at your eyes, smiled, and gently inserted his cock into you, allowing your pussy to engulf it hungrily and get accustomed to his girth.

It was a lot to take in, but thankfully, you had a vibrator for practice and you were so fucking wet you though it would glide right in. Besides, his fingers did a good job of getting you ready for this.

A minute of shallow thrusting later, his cock finally made its way in and out easily, and it made you groan and kick your head back. Jungkook was keeping his distance from you, propped up on his palms as he started to thrust into you gently, groaning with each thrust.

For a while, you tried to focus on him and take it all in—his facial expressions, the way his hair fell over his face, how his arms and chest muscles flexed as he held himself up, how easily he moved his hips. The thing you couldn’t stop staring at was the point where your bodies connected, his body between your legs, his cock entering you, disappearing inside of your wetness and then reappearing, red and hard, slick with your juices.

“Come,” you said, wrapping your hands around Jungkook’s shoulders and pulling him in closer. “I like to be close.”

That was a lie, though.

You usually didn’t like to be close to guys when fucking them—you didn’t appreciate the stickiness, the sweat, feeling someone’s heavy body on you. All of these things distracted you from enjoying what was happening between your legs.

With Jungkook, however, none of it mattered. You wanted to feel close to him, mostly because it was so late and you were both tired and worn out and he kissed you and touched your cheek so gently earlier and you wanted more comfort from him, so you pulled him into your chest.

“You do?” He asked, kissing your neck, his mouth leaving a wet trail behind. You tangled your fingers in his curls and grazed his scalps, presuming he liked it since he’s done it to you. “Never thought you were that type.”

For someone who talked to women so rarely, Jungkook sure read them well. “I’m not usually, but I am tonight.”

“I see,” he seemed to be happy with your response, you could tell by the way he started thrusting harder and kissing your neck.

Now that he was on top of you, he could sneak one hand beneath you and pull you in closer by the waist while continuing to kiss your neck. You played with his hair, tugging at it, getting him to moan and groan even more.

The sex was slow and steady, soft, without any awkwardness that was visible earlier. You figured a lot of it had to do with the fact that you were practically in the dark and so, so tired. Despite asking for kisses earlier, Jungkook still didn’t seem so comfortable giving them.

“Ah, fuck!” Jungkook grunted and quickly pulled out, following the action with a loud hiss. “Fuck!”

You immediately winced at the loss of his hard, warm cock inside of you. “What’s wrong?”

“I almost came,” he shook his head, once again on his elbows. “Sorry.”

“Jungkook, relax,” you said, pulling him in closer once again, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and head so you could kiss his cheek and whisper to him. “It’s just me, relax… Put it back in. You can come whenever you’d like.”

“You first,” he shook his head.

“If you touch my clit, I’ll scream,” you said, explaining to him that you felt too sensitive for that. The fact that you’d touched it yourself and then he tongued it made the bud hard and sensitive to touch, and you didn’t want to overdo it. “So, fuck me some more.”

Jungkook eased himself into you with a loud grunt, “Fuck, you’re tight...”

“Why don’t you kiss me?” You suggested, hoping he would, and Jungkook did as asked, his mouth quickly finding yours as he kept thrusting into you slow and steady, making you feel all sorts of warm inside.

You weren’t sure which one of you was enjoying the kiss more because you were both moaning into the kiss and groping each other. You were squeezing and smacking his firm ass, wanting him to go harder, while Jungkook touched every part of you he could reach, his mouth never leaving yours.

“I never want to come,” he mumbled into the kiss, which made you both chuckle. “You’re so warm… Don’t want to pull out…”

“Fuck me,” you told him, even though he was already doing that—and he was amazing at it.

As if those words did something to him, Jungkook rested his forehead on the pillow right next to your head and reached down to grab both your buttocks, lifting them up a bit so he could continue to thrust into you, this time a lot more quicker and harder seeing as he was holding your hips and that gave him more support.

As soon as he started doing that, he hit your g-spot—you could tell by the way a moan escaped your lips unintentionally and how your pussy clenched around him. His dick was big enough to reach it and you couldn’t remember the last time that happened.

“Like that, huh?” Jungkook mumbled, leaning his head to the side so he could whisper into your ear and peck your cheek. Then, he thrust into you even harder and chuckled when you let out an even louder moan and dug your fingers into his ass, enjoying every second of it. “You love it when someone rams you hard… Fuck, you’re tight! Ugh!”

It sounded like his words turned you both on equally—he loved hearing them as much as you did. Whenever he said something dirty, your mind instantly flew to all the fun you had with Bunny in the background. And now here you were, with him, in his fucking bed, fucking him.

“Go harder, Jungkook,” you whispered back, turning your face to the side to kiss him, fingers now grazing his back all the way down to his ass. “I want more.”

“More?” He asked with a chuckle. “Sure.”

With that, he started moving so fast your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you lost breath for a second. Each thrust helped him hit your g-spot hard, so hard that you were wrapping your legs around his waist and clenching, never wanting him to stop.

Jungkook seemed to get how good the position felt so he kept going, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he held it above the bed and pounded you hard, so hard you couldn’t help but groan and swear at him.

What was so great about the position was that your chest was pressed against his and you felt like he was in complete control of it, holding you, ramming his cock into you, and all you could do was wrap your legs around his waist tighter and grip his hair to show him how good he was making you feel.

“Fuck, keep going,” you grunted, feeling something strange, but good, inside of you. Jungkook’s cock kept hitting your g-spot every time he shoved his dick inside of you, and it made you clench around him each time, feeling wetter with each second. If this was the build-up of an orgasm, it was different from the ones you’ve experienced so far, but you knew it would be just as good. “Right there, Jungkook, fuck!”

Jungkook grunted at your words and tried to keep the same pace, but you could tell he was getting tired. After all, it was the middle of the night and he was holding you up by the hips while slamming his cock into you hard and quick. You could feel he was getting sweatier quickly, his curly hair sticking to the sides of his face, which was resting against yours, allowing you to feel him so close to you.

The moans that were coming out of his mouth were suppressed and a lot softer and quieter than the ones you were used to hearing from him—on stream, at least. Still, they managed to turn you on just the same.

Instead of overthinking the fact that you were fucking Jungkook and that you’d have to deal with this somehow, you closed your eyes and focused solely on him—the thrusts of his hips, his cock inside of you, touching you right where you needed him, his soft moaning right next to your ear, his hands holding you tight.

The more you relaxed, the better the feeling inside of you got. The build-up was slow and then it started to bring you so much pleasure you couldn’t help but groan his name and hold onto him tighter.

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” Jungkook seemed to be reacting to the sounds you were making. “I’ll come if you don’t stop.”

The idea of having Jungkook come was appealing but so was the idea of him fucking you for a bit longer. Still, you didn’t want to ruin his fun.

“Come, Jungkook,” you gripped his hair and kissed the side of his face, both of you sweaty and panting. “It’s okay…”

“You’re so fucking tight, it’s hard to control it,” he grunted, finally relaxing enough say more than a couple of words. Jungkook squeezed your ass tight and continued to ram himself into you and it seemed so desperate—he was going so fast now, trying to get off, and the whole thing turned you on even more. “So tight and wet… Perfect for my cock…”

“Yeah, yeah,” you moaned, feeling like you were about to burst. “You feel so good.”

“So do you,” he mumbled with a chuckle and then he started to go really hard, which made you kick your head back, scream his name, and let him do whatever he wanted.

As if that was what he was waiting for, Jungkook now let your hips fall to the bed and then he started to go as fast as possible, the sounds of skin hitting skin filling the room, accompanied by his loud grunts. When he realized you were enjoying the sound she was making, he smirked, looking straight into your eyes.

“I forgot you liked that,” he said cockily, continuing to thrust.

“Shut up,” you grunted, but didn’t have the energy to argue when you did in fact like it, a lot more than he realized.

“Hold onto me,” he suggested, and you wrapped your hands around him, holding onto his shoulders.

The stamina on him was clearly amazing, but the force he used was even more astonishing. Jungkook started to thrust so hard that he pushed you into the bed and the bed into the wall. This had obviously happened to him before, which is why he asked you to hold onto him, and you had no problem with it. You liked it rough.

Each thrust made your whole body vibrate as you gripped onto his shoulder, not wanting to move away too far and lose the feeling of his girthy dick filling you up. What the force of his thrust also taught you was that he was big enough to touch your g-spot even from missionary—and you fucking loved it.

Because it was so quick and rough, it felt like he was pressing against it more than not. Surprising the both of you, you came very suddenly, screaming his name, digging your fingers into his shoulders, surely leaving crescent-shaped marks behind, but neither one of you seemed to care.

“Fuck, Jungkook, fuck!” You grunted over and over again, completely relaxing and falling on the bed, feeling warmth fill your stomach, crotch, and thighs, your chest still heaving.

“You have no idea how fucking good it feels, ungh, when you clench me like that,” he said into your ear, grunting lowly after every couple of words, unable to control it. “Can I come?”

“Mhm,” you said, sneaking your hand to the back of his head and tugging at his hair, starting to kiss his neck. “Come for me, Jungkook.”

It didn’t take him long to do exactly that—his body shook the second the first stream of cum shot out of his cock and covered your walls. You couldn’t feel that inside of you, but you could feel him tense and relax, and his grunts told you he enjoyed it a lot. You were happy to notice that it lasted a lot longer than it usually did for the guys you've slept with, so you took that as a good sign.

Clearly, you weren’t going to tell Jungkook he was the first guy who made you squirt (you didn’t know it was him at the time, though) or the first guy who made you come during sex, without using his hands and mouth. You didn’t want it to get to his head.

You felt too weak to get up, but you had to—you couldn’t fall asleep full of cum. By the time you cleaned yourself up and came back to bed, Jungkook dozed off, so you got under the covers and hoped to God your friendship—or whatever it was—wouldn’t be even more awkward when you woke up.

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Love to Hate (Ch. 1)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Creative Contributor:@baebae-goodnight​ I mean, look at this moodboard. LOOK AT IT.

Genre: Fuck Buddies / Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Synopsis: Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you’ve done your best to rid yourself of the taste since you were old enough to walk. Occasionally though, your mother manages to rope you into an obligatory function – or a blind date with playboy billionaire, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook stands for everything you loathe about the world you left behind, but you can’t deny the spark of attraction between you. Intrigued by the promise of mutual satisfaction, you agree to one night in bed… and quickly realize you’re in far, far deeper than you ever intended.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: semi-public nudity, slight voyeurism, dirty talk (mention of a threesome, mention of restraints), nipple play, fingering, spanking, oral (male), face-fucking, multiple orgasms, slight possessiveness, jungkook calls y/n sweetheart and princess; seokjin is not in the fic (yet), I’m sorry about that

Word Count: 13,103

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Pairing: Jimin x Female Reader

Genre: Vampire!Jimin; Fluff

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