So Many Nasty Thoughts In My Mind Rn..

So many nasty thoughts in my mind rn..

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Play it well | MYG

Rate: 18+

Pairing: min Yoongi × reader

Genre/au: basketball!player!yoongi, football!player!oc, popular competitive brats, enemies to lovers, sports au

Summary: Yoongi doesn't like losing, and neither does y/n, but perhaps they can come to an agreement that benefits them both.

Warnings: This is purely for fictional purposes ONLY 18+ content, build up tension, slow burn// kinda, aLOT of teasing, a lil bit of crack, semi public sex, locker room sex, rough, fingering, tiddie sucking, raw, please read at your own risk

Word count: 13.4k

A/n: i couldn't resist adding the humour element in 🧘🏾 hope y'all have fun with it

We were fierce rivals, always competing to be the best. He was the captain of the basketball team, and you were one of the star players on the football team.

You and your rival 'Min Yoongi' have known each other since the beginning of your freshman year. You've been competing against each other ever since, even though you're on different teams. Maybe it's because you're both so driven to succeed. Maybe it's because you're both so competitive. Whatever the reason, the rivalry between you is fierce and undeniable.

What are the stakes of the rivalry? Is there a prize at the end? Is there a reputation to uphold? Did we have a personal goal we were both trying to achieve? Honestly, you didn't know. But the thought of messing with him whenever you could was worth the risk.

You and Yoongi were practicing with your respective sports teams, but he still had time to spare. His basketball game was still a week away, while your football game was about to start in the next 30 minutes. You couldn't help but feel a surge of envy.

As if the devil himself was conspiring against you, the basketball came flying towards our practice corner. You snatched it out of the air with a quickness that would make Usain Bolt jealous, your face contorted into a mask of annoyance as you marched towards those stupid jumping monkeys of a team.

You snatched the basketball out of the air and stopped right in front of Yoongi, his own ball now in your possession. You tossed it from hand to hand, left to right, taunting him with a smirk on your face.

"What's the matter, Yoongi?" you taunted. "Can't keep up with the big boys?"

Yoongi's eyes narrowed as he glared at you. "I'm not worried about you," he said. "You're just a washed-up football player who's trying to prove something."

You laughed. "Oh, really?" you said. "Well, let's see how you like this."

You took a step back and launched the basketball at the hoop. It swished through the net with a perfect arc, and you turned to Yoongi with a triumphant smile.

"That's for calling me washed up," you said.

Yoongi's jaw clenched as he looked back at the basketball that bounced back to him from the hoop you had just made with a perfect swish. He chuckled, turning around with it and bouncing it in your face, trying to spook you. The ball bounced off your nose and bounced back to him. He caught it and dribbled it between his hands, his eyes narrowed in amusement.

"Oh, sweetie, are you a little mad because you can't have me all to yourself?"

You scoff with a smirk "Oh, you're such a sore loser. This wasn't even about me having you, but you'd rather change the subject than admit defeat."

His smirk only grew as you came to the end of your sentence. He inched forward towards you, bending down slightly to come even closer. He whispered in your ear, "Yet you're not denying the want to have me, sweetheart." He tilted his head in amusement, just to watch you get a little flustered but try to keep it lowkey.

Yoongi smirked triumphantly, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He turned and jogged back to his team, who were all waiting for him with wide grins on their faces. They erupted in laughter as Yoongi recounted the scene, his words dripping with sarcasm.

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance as you watched them celebrate. You knew that Yoongi had only won the debate because he had resorted to cheap tactics, but his team didn't seem to care.

You see Yoongi's turned back and your eyes roll. "Ugh, he's so full of himself," you mutter to yourself.

You twist your body around and signal to one of your teammates to pass you a spare football. They toss it to you, and you catch it with ease.

Dropping it under your feet as you hold it in position. You jog back a few steps as you grin, with only one name in mind "ayo yoongz!! watch out for that ass"

Yoongi turns around just in time to see you kick the football with a perfect curve. The ball smacks him right in the butt, making him stumble forward as he yelps in surprise.

You burst out laughing and run over to Yoongi who ended up on the ground. "My bad, couldn't resist," you say, still laughing.

Yoongi glares up at you, his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. "You're such a pain," he says, but his voice is laced with amusement.

You stop in front of him, looking down and grin cheekily. "You love it," you say.

Yoongi's eyes flash with anger. "Oh, I do, do I?" he says. "Well, maybe I'll just have to give you a taste of your own medicine."

He grabs the football from the ground still not moving from his spot, waiting for your reply "Care to challenge me?" he asks.

You raise an eyebrow. "Are you sure you want to do that?" you say, your voice laced with challenge. "I'm pretty good at this."

Yoongi smirks. "I'm not afraid of you," he says, his voice equally challenging.

You nod. "Good," you say, taking a step closer to him. You bend down and whisper in his ear, "Because I'm not afraid of you either."

Before he can respond, you quickly grab the other football from Yoongi's side and take a few steps back. "Let's go," you say. "I'm ready for you."

Yoongi's eyes narrow. "You're going to regret that," he says.

You smile. "I doubt it," you say.

You both line up facing each other, the football between your feet. You take a deep breath and prepare to kick.

"Ready?" you ask.

Yoongi nods. "Ready."

You both kick the football at the same time. The ball flies through the air, spinning and arcing.

You watch the ball closely, your heart pounding in your chest.

The ball lands perfectly between the goalposts. You cheer and throw your arms up in the air.

Yoongi sighs and shakes his head. "You win again," he says.

You grin at him. "I told you I was good," you say.

"Well this won't be the last of it and I'll prove it to you," Yoongi smiles back at you, but there's a hint of frustration in his eyes.

You laugh. "I'm counting on it," you say, boring into his eyes, finally noticing how close he actually is to you. The air is thick with tension, but neither of you break eye contact. You know that Yoongi is not going to give up easily. And you're not going to give up either.

Just as his eyes move down to your lips, your teammates interrupt, breaking the eye contact. "Hey, Y/N! Let's go, the match starts in five!" one of them yells, so you can hear them better from a distance.

You and Yoongi both look away, your cheeks flushed. You take a deep breath and try to compose yourself.

"I'll see you later," you say to Yoongi.

Yoongi nods. "Yeah," he says. "See you later."

You turn and walk away, but you can feel Yoongi's eyes on you. You know that he's just as affected by the moment as you are.

Halting in your steps one last time, you turn back to Yoongi. Trying to show that you were not affected by whatever just happened, you mess with him a little more to get to his head.

"Now, would you be a doll and cheer for me in the crowd? Who knows, if I end up seeing you on the big screen, you might earn yourself some flying kisses from the field, maybe even more after the game." You wink at him as you walk backwards, giggling at his dumbstruck expression.

Yoongi's eyes widen in surprise, and his cheeks flush. He stammers, "W-what? you're not serious."

You laugh and shake your head. "Of course I'm serious," you say. "What's wrong? Are you afraid that I might actually give you a kiss?"

Yoongi opens his mouth to respond, but you turn and walk away, leaving him standing there speechless.

You join your teammates and start walking towards the field. You can feel Yoongi's eyes on you, but you don't look back. You know that you've gotten to him, and that's all that matters.

One thing's for sure,, he thinks to himself "i gotta get on the fucking big screen by any means necessary"

After a long day and another great win, finding an empty locker room was like a glimpse of heaven.

As the last of your teammates, a blonde and a brunette, were on their way out, they acknowledged your presence before leaving.

"Oh my god, Y/N, you literally carried the team today!" the blonde exclaimed.

You dropped your bag in the locker and peeked out at her, smiling back.

"No, but seriously, I don't think we could have won without you today, senior Y/N," the brunette added.

You laughed nervously, a bit overwhelmed by the compliments. "It was just good practice, really. And let's not forget, we have an amazingly coordinated team. The win was a given anyway."

You flashed your most genuine smile, melting them instantly.

The girls had cleared out, leaving you alone in the locker room to finish your post-game stretching. You were exhausted, but you couldn't help but smile as you thought about how the game had gone.

You had spotted Yoongi and his team across the field, and they had all started chanting to get your attention. You had ignored them at first, but eventually you had given and waved. It had made you feel so good to see that he was supporting you.

What took the cherry on top though- was when half of Yoongi's team started dancing with poom pooms in their hands as soon as they saw you notice them. It was a sight to behold, As soon as my teammates pointed at the big screen, I saw Yoongi on it with a black bob wig on, cheering his heart out. I couldn't help but burst out laughing and fall to the ground.

When I got up, I sent flying kisses his way, true to my word. But seeing him catch the kiss on screen and dramatically fall on his best friend, Jimin, made me wheeze with laughter.

Yoongi's team was always up for a good laugh, and they knew how to make you smile. You were grateful for their support, both on and off the field. And even though you would never admit it to Yoongi's face, you had a bit of a crush on him.

After all, who wouldn't crush on a guy who could dance with poom pooms and still look cool?

You finished your stretching and headed to the showers. As you were washing up, you couldn't help but think about Yoongi's smile when you sent flying kisses to him. It was a smile that made your heart flutter.

Hopping out of the shower, you basked in the steamy warmth for a sec before reluctantly dragging yourself to get dressed. As you quickly brushed your wet hair in the mirror, Clutching the ends of the towel together at your chest, you reached in to pull out your spare scrubs, Yoongi danced back into your thoughts.

He can be so adorable.

Adorably hot.

Oh, when he's totally focused on his game, sweat dripping down his neck, you just wanna lick that salty goodness rig-

You turned around to drop them on the bench, and nearly screamed.

Yoongi stood there silently, watching you fumble with the armful of clothes and the towel wrapped around your still-damp body. His eyes moved over yours, seeing, taking you apart as he always did. You stood beneath his scrutiny

You squirmed. "I'm not the only person who uses this room, Yoongi. What are you doing in here? You can't be, it's against the rules."

Yoongi feigned surprise, his signature smirk curling his lips. He surveyed the empty locker room and shrugged. "According to the sign on the door, this area is closed. Tick tock, we're past closing time by an hour."

You set the scrubs down on the bench, and crossed your arms over your chest, holding the towel in place. Drops of water fell from the strands of your hair down your skin. A slow smile bloomed on your face. "Oh, is it closed? I hadn't noticed. How silly of me."

"Yes, very silly." He dropped his jacket on the bench and crossed to the other side, standing in front of you in the narrow space. You were abruptly crowded against the lockers, the cold metal surface sending goosebumps over your arms. You gazed up into his face, your brown eyes questioning.

Yoongi uncrossed your arms and wrapped his fingers around your wrists. He lifted your hands high, pressing them together against the lockers, his gaze never leaving yours. "I believe you still owe me a kiss, Gorgeous," he said, his voice low and seductive. It was a statement, not a question, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

You knew that things were about to get messy.

But what the hell, it was either now or never. and just like that, your mouth came down hard and demanding. Seize the moment, you thought. This was what you wanted, what you had been waiting for. And you were going to take it.

Yoongi thinks that perhaps he should be more surprised. But if he's honest with himself, they've been heading towards this for a while now, probably since the first time Y/N stepped into the field, all swagger and confidence and threats.

You smiled mischievously between kisses, knowing that Yoongi was surprised by your eagerness to take things fast. He probably thought you were just trying to torture him, but you were actually enjoying yourself just as much as he was. Pulling on his jersey, signalling, which Yoongi didn't need to be told twice, was gone somewhere far in the corner but before you could even admire him- Tongues end up gliding around each other's mouth as he devoured you fully. His hands dropped to yank the towel down and away from your body.

Your full breasts spilled out in all their glory, and Yoongi licked his lips at the sight.

You moaned as he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard on the pebbled nub. His tongue circled for a few revolutions before he bit down on the wet skin, making you cry out his name. He peppered kisses over the sore nipple before moving up to your neck, one hand on your breast while the other sneaking past to get between your legs. Inserting two digits in your pussy as his lips sought out a spot behind your ear that drove you wild and made your walls clench around his fingers.

He pulls back to look down where his fingers disappear so deliciously between your legs, "Fuck, hotshot. You are fucking dripping,” Yoongi observe out loud as he stare intently at your cunt. pumping them in and out.

You couldn’t bear the tension any longer so you grabbed Yoongi’s head from where it was working its magic on your breasts and yanked him upward so you could see his face.

“Enough foreplay,” you growled. “I’ve been wet all day just thinking about this, so fuck me already.” Yoongi’s pupils dilated even further, hands working fast as he was already removing his last piece of clothing, then he grabbed one of your thighs and wrapped it around his hip. Using his other hand to line himself up, he drove into your wet depths in one hard thrust.

You threw your head back and screamed in pleasure as Yoongi thrust in and out of you at a furious pace. He paused for a moment to lift you so you could wrap both your legs around his waist and then he backed you up against the wall of the opposite locker where he fucked you long and hard. He used one arm to brace himself and the other was sandwiched between our heaving bodies, playing with your clit while he pounded into you with his hard cock.

you knew that your body was on fire. You couldn’t think straight. Your pussy was throbbing, and Yoongi’s length felt so good. His fingers on your clit were making your head spin. A tingle ran up your spine and pressure built in your lower stomach. It curled and coiled, tighter and tighter and tighter until your head snapped back, and you came with a yell. In a quick movement- yoongi leaves your clit to breathe as the same two digits were making their way in your mouth,, which you gladly sucked like your life depended on ",Shhh beautiful if i didn't know any b-better, fuck- I'd think you want us to get caught"

Yoongi stuttered and lost his pace when he felt your internal muscles clamp rhythmically around his cock and his own orgasm was torn out of him by the milking action of those well toned muscles.

Exhausted, you both collapsed against the locker, gasping for breath. All too soon, the reality of what they had done began to dawn on Yoongi.

"Shit! I didn't- Y/N, we didn't use a condom." Yoongi said worriedly. You smirked up at him.

"I was already on the pill" Yoongi raised both eyebrows. "What? You know this was going to happen sooner or later," you said as you fixed the front of his hair. He chuckled and pulled you closer.

"Can't blame my woman for being prepared," he said.

You grinned and looked back into his eyes. "If I knew sex was the fastest way to become your woman, I would have done it sooner."

Yoongi left another small kiss on your lips and said, "Mmh, I doubt that. I'm pretty sure my dick made you want to stay for more."

You laughed. "Wait, you're right." You kissed him back and then got up to shower again.

Yoongi watches you walk back to the stalls and scoffs in amusement.

"You're such an asshole," he yells out.

"Oh, you love it," you peek out the shower curtain to signal him to join you in the showers, making him jump back on his feet.

"You know me so well."

Things were gonna be spicy for you both in and out from here, and you couldn't wait for more.

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new guy (m) | knj

title: new guy pairing: fuckboi!namjoon x organization president!reader(f) rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; university au, enemies to lovers? summary: all you want to do is have a successful meeting after experiencing dwindling attendance. but the new guy is completely disrupting things… or is he? warnings: cursing, blowjob, choking, smartass joon in those grey joggers, size kink, hitting it from the back, unprotected (pls be safe), edging, namjoon does have a chain who is shocked, manhandling, creampie, light face/cunt slapping, body worship, jimin in business profesh lol notes: hi ! this is for @thebtswritersclub​’s january prompt “new” and i speedily wrote this entire thing bc i would very much like to stay a member LOL thank you to the admin team for being so understanding. love you all and appreciate all the hard work you do! also, thank you cee @yutasthetic​ for letting me use your pretty name! note 2: this is a bit unedited so i apologize in advance loll release date: january 29th, 2022, 7:17pm est word count: 5.5k

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YOONGI GOT HIS FREAK ON

Masked Miracles

BTS Ot7 x Reader

Chapter 5

There will be another poll released after this chapter is posted. Be on the lookout for that.

Chapter warnings: discussion of mating behaviors, suggestive content

“Wait. Before we make any decisions, I need to know if anyone is against this plan.” I made sure my eyes met with everyone in the group.

I couldn’t just assume that all of them would be okay with it. They all quickly glanced between each other, no one speaking up in objection.

“I think we all agree that it’s worth a shot if it means we can get out of here.” Jin spoke on their behalf. “Is anyone against possibly mating with Y/N?”

Again, no one said a word. Wondering if they truly didn’t care, or if they were just too shy to say anything, I laughed dryly.

“You can say no. It won’t hurt my feelings.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened only seconds before he and Taehyung shook their heads violently.

“No, no, no. It’s not that! Just, well-“ Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck shyly as he struggled to find the words.

“It’s probably best if you decide who you would rather mate with or not.” Namjoon jumped in, saving Jungkook the trouble. “That’s normally how these things work anyway. You should be informed of our courting and mating behaviors, so you’ll know exactly what you’re getting into.”

Finding that reasonable, I slowly nodded. “Alright. I’m listening.”

I folded my non-injured foot underneath me to show them I was settling in for the conversation to come. Once again, the silence in the room turned unbearably awkward as they tried to figure out where to begin. Knowing this conversation probably wouldn’t happen unless I got the ball rolling, I broke the ice.

“Let’s start with courting behaviors. The last thing I want to do is offend any of you in the event that you’re trying to court me and I’m oblivious. Because, I’ll be honest, I suck at human flirting, so I’m sure I won’t be any better when it comes to hybrids.”

“Alright, easy enough. For most of us, courting behaviors are pretty standard. Scenting, vocalizing, rubbing. Some of us may even just follow you around.” Namjoon clarified.

“Nipping too.” Jimin admitted shyly, rubbing one of the ears on his head. “I have an urge to nip sometimes.”

“Me too.” Taehyung seconded.

“Like Namjoon said, pretty standard. I’d say you already know what that is like to a degree. Jin’s practically been courting you since you arrived.” Yoongi huffed, casting a lazy look in the bear’s direction.

Jin spluttered at that. Shooting off the bed as he tried to defend himself.

“I- That’s not- It wasn’t my intention! I swear!”

His cheeks were bright red, eyes unable to meet mine as he desperately tried to disprove Yoongi’s claim.

“Sure.” Yoongi drawled, smirk curling the edges of his lips in amusement.

“Jin. Jin.” I called to him. “It’s okay. Even if you were, I’m not bothered.”

I glared at Yoongi while trying to calm him down. “Teasing him about that isn’t nice.”

Yoongi lifted an eyebrow. “No one said I’m meant to be nice. You’re the one who said you can’t tell when someone’s coming onto you. I’m just helping you out.”

“At Jin’s expense.” I said derisively. “At least I know I can get along with him. I’m not sure I can say the same for you.”

“You don’t have to like me. All we’re doing is fucking. But maybe you couldn’t handle that either.”

“Excuse me?” I prickled at the jab.

The tension in the room was spiking. The rest of the group, shifting nervously as they observed Yoongi and me.

“Maybe you need someone to take it a little softer with. I might be a bit much for your tastes.”

“You have no idea what I’m capable of.”

“No. I’m not sure you know either in this situation.” He spat.

His steps were confident as he approached me. The hard set of his eyes an indication of just how dangerous he could be. And here I was provoking him. His hand shot out, fingers wrapping around my neck, barely squeezing as he pulled me nose to nose with him.

“I’m not gentle. I’m not nice. We’re not lovers. When I get my hands on you it’ll be with one goal and one goal only. Breeding you. And I’ll take you however many times I need to and however many ways I can get you to achieve that goal. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone sweetheart? My personal average is about four rounds every hour. Think you could last at that rate for three or four days?”

I cursed the part of me that practically melted under his hold. Something about him demanded submission and while I wasn’t usually the type to succumb to anyone, I found myself wilting under his dominance.

“Yoongi.” Namjoon growled. “We’re supposed to be enlightening her, not scaring her.”

The dark chuckle that Yoongi let out shot tingles down my spine to my toes. His hand tightening ever so slightly, but garnering the reaction he wanted out of me, nonetheless. I was turned on. And he knew it.

“Does it smell like she’s scared to you, Joon? I think she’s rather excited by the idea.”

God, how badly I wished I could wipe that smirk off his face. A part of me wanted to fight him and preserve what dignity I had remaining. But another, perhaps larger part of me, wanted to fight him simply to have him prove his claims. Act up just so he’d put me in my place. So, I glared. Hoping my look was enough to convey my distaste of him in this moment. That any will he intended to bend in his favor from me would be met with disobedience. His tail flicked wildly behind him, eyes lighting up as I dared to confront him head on.

“Mmm.” He chuffed. “Maybe you do have more animal instinct in you than I initially thought.”

All at once he backed off. That damn smirk still in place even as Namjoon stepped forward.

“Y/N, he’s not entirely wrong. Some of our mating rituals can be… intense. You should be fully aware of what they entail before you make your choice.” He sighed. “For me, mating is very similar to Yoongi. It’ll last three or four days and I’ll want to mate four or five times every hour.”

“Mine’s probably one of the less strenuous rituals. It’ll still last a few days, but I won’t demand more out of you than what you can handle in that time.”

When I turned to Hoseok he was already looking at me. Almost as if he were trying to figure out exactly how I was processing what I’m being told. I nodded, letting him know I heard him. As overwhelming as this information was, I was glad they were being so forthcoming with it. Namjoon was right when he said it would be easier to understand and cope if I knew what to expect. Taehyung cleared his throat, waiting for my eyes to be drawn to him before continuing.

“Mine’s a little longer. Almost a week and… well… the best way I can put it, I guess is that I won’t stop?”

“You won’t stop? What exactly does that mean?”

“I mean that I have a quick rebound time. My instincts will drive me to mount you again and again unless you tell me not to.”

I didn’t find myself as one to easily fluster, but Taehyung did it. My cheeks lighting up red.

“G-good to know.”

I dragged my eyes from Taehyung to Jungkook.

“Pretty similar to Tae.”

“Mine lasts the longest.” Jin sighed. “Ten days. And I tend to get territorial.”

Simultaneously, everyone’s gaze drifted to the last person. Jimin fidgeting with his fingers as he realized it was his turn. He bit his bottom lip, worrying the plump flesh as he tried to find words.

“Jimin hasn’t mated before. But it’s safe to bet that once he does, it’s for life. His species are relatively monogamous.” Yoongi ended the poor boy’s suffering by speaking on his behalf.

Jimin nodded to validate Yoongi’s words.

“But I don’t want that to worry you!” Jimin was quick to interject. “I’m just as capable of it as anyone else here.”

A soft huff as a laugh escaped me as I smiled at him. “Jimin, I can’t take that choice away from you.”

“You wouldn’t be. I’m sure.” He nodded resolutely.

The look on Yoongi’s face beside him was dubious at best. I didn’t have to read his thoughts to know how worried he was about him. But it was clear that Jimin thought I might look down on him for being inexperienced, even though that wasn’t the case at all. I wasn’t sure what I could possibly say in this moment to assuage his fears over the matter. It was hard to do so when there wasn’t much trust built between the two of us and we were still practically strangers. So, I did the best I could and trusted him at his word for now.

“Okay. As long as you’re sure.”

He was relieved at my acceptance. Ears lifting and tail wagging slightly as those big brown eyes turned on me. He was cute. Undeniably so. Any mate he chose would be lucky to have him.

“Thank you, for being honest with me. In my line of work, I can tell you it’s much appreciated. I’d like a day or so to think on it, if I could.”

“Of course. It’s not something we want to rush you into.”

“In the meantime, how’s your foot?” Taehyung asked, moving around Hoseok to be able to look at it.

“Oh! It’s good. Bandage is still in place.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Only if I bump it into things.”

He chuckled. “Then let’s not do that.”

“Right.” I trailed off, not real sure what else to say in front of them.

I had a lot of thinking to do. I’m sure them putting the decision on me was meant to make me feel more comfortable about the whole thing. They probably assumed I would choose whoever I would feel the most comfortable with. But I didn’t necessarily need comfort, I simply needed someone to get the job done and get us noticed so I could get everyone the hell out of here. In other words, at this point, I kind of wish they had made the decision for me. Normally I would never condone being told what to do without a little stubbornness in return, but I was driving blind in this. And I couldn’t afford to fuck anything up.

“Well, I was kind of hoping to wash up this morning. If, that’s… alright?”

Jin was the first on his feet and shouldering his way over to me.

“Of course! Let me help you.”

I didn’t miss the way Yoongi rolled his eyes but made room for him anyway. And as if I needed another reason to be on his bad side, Jimin perked up. Gorgeous smile turning his eyes to crescents as he waved his tail behind him in rapid swings.

“I might have an extra set of clothes you can borrow too!” He said excitedly before zipping out of the door.

Namjoon watched him leave, appearing just as puzzled as Yoongi. Clearly, Jimin’s behavior was unusual for him. That much was obvious just by watching them. Having learned a little bit more about each of them, I wondered if it had more to do with his animal counterpart than Jimin himself. After all, I hadn’t known him that long and even I was worried about him potentially tying himself down to me for rest of his life. Rather than repeating what happened with Hoseok this morning, I fully intended on wrapping an arm around Jin’s shoulders so he could help me hobble my way to the bathroom. But that evidently was not what Jin had in mind. He let me wrap my arm around him well enough, my fingers grasping onto the shoulder of his shirt, but before I could swing myself off the bed, he snuck his arm underneath me and lifted me off the bed.

The quick motion was unexpected, and I reached for him with my other hand to hold on tightly. My palm curling around the nape of his neck as I tucked myself closer to his chest in the hopes he wouldn’t drop me. Not that I thought he would. He didn’t seem fazed at all with my added weight in his embrace.

“Don’t look so put out. At least you have pants on this time.”

Hoseok burst out laughing at Yoongi’s comment while I whirled my head around to look at him with a mixture of anger and embarrassment.

“Wait. What?” Namjoon looked between us, very confused. “When did you not have pants?”

“This morning when she woke up.”

“And how did you know that?” Taehyung questioned him.

For the first time since I’ve been here, I saw Yoongi flustered. And I had to admit, I liked it. Now it was my turn to snicker as Jin carried me towards the bathroom. I had half a mind to ask him to wait so I could see Yoongi fumble his way out of this one, but Jimin chose that moment to come back, pile of clothes in arm. Jin carefully set me on the edge of the bathtub, hands setting to work on my bandage.

“I’ll take this off for now, so it doesn’t get wet. We can always make Taehyung redo it later.”

“Thanks.”

Jimin mosied his way in while Jin worked on my foot. Setting aside the clothes he had brought on the counter next to the sink before turning to watch Jin work. His tail swished lazily, and I caught myself staring at it. The appendage was so fluffy and looked as soft as the ears on his head. Which were currently down and nearly obscured by his blonde hair in his shyness.

“Um…” He looked around, almost as if he were trying to find some other way to help. His ears perking up when he did. “You can use this stuff. It’s what I use.”

He picked up a couple of bottles, setting them next to me. It was a cheap brand of shampoo and body wash, but it was better than nothing.

“Thanks Jimin.”

“Want some help getting in?”

“Oh. Uh, I think I can handle it. Thank you for the offer though.”

His ears ducked again, making me hesitate on my refusal. The puppy eyes rendering me weak even though I knew I wasn’t about to let him help me undress and get into the bath.

“But if you have a towel I could use, I’d appreciate it.”

Jimin was on it. Delighted to have been given a task just for him. I looked at Jin as he set my foot down, small smile lifting his lips as he watched Jimin hunt for a clean towel.

“He’s trying. He’s never had to take care of someone before beyond us, so it’ll take some getting used to.”

“He’s cute.” I admitted.

“Yeah he is.” Jin chuckled, rolling the bandage up to put away for now. “Listen, I hope what got brought up today doesn’t scare you. Even though mating is an intense event for everyone involved, you should know that no one here would ever intentionally hurt you. I think we’re all more than grateful already that you’re willing to do this for us.”

“Well, I can’t exactly take credit for that. I mean, I am stuck down here too.”

“You are, but I can tell that you care. Because if you didn’t, you wouldn’t have put yourself in a position to be here in the first place.”

Jin’s expression was one of fondness. The same look I’d seen on him when he observed his packmates or even when he was watching Jimin just a few seconds ago. But now he was looking at me. And I found myself wondering if maybe Yoongi’s statement from earlier about Jin courting me wasn’t too far off.

“Here you go!”

Jimin’s happy exclamation broke our stare. I blinked up at the towel he held out for me, taking it gratefully.

“Thank you.”

His tail wagged fervently, proud to have been able to help before Jin laid his hands on his shoulders, steering him towards the exit.

“Just knock if you need anything. One of us will hear.” He told me on his way out the door.

And for the first time since acquiring this new information, I was left alone to stew on it.

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