You Got Me

you got me

Pairings: Jimin x fem!reader ft. Namjoon and Yoongi (ot7 does make a brief appearance but it’s myg and knj mostly)

Genre: 18+, fwb, f2l, idiot 2 lovers, semi-slow burn, some fluff and angst too, minors dni pls

Warnings: manipulation, explicit sexual content, body worship, praise kink, jimin has big dick energy and an even bigger dick, cunnilingus, choking/breath play, oc is flexible af, wall sex, rough sex, oral sex, soft sex, just a lot of sex, nipple play, fingering, dirty talk, swearing, a decent amount of biting tbh, oc rides jimin’s face, orgasm denial, creampie, slight bdsm themes at one point, cock warming, multiple orgasms, sub/dom themes, jimin really likes puthy…I think that’s everything

Summary: keeping your new relationship a secret from the rest of the gang is harder than you first anticipated. keeping your newly developing feelings a secret is even harder.

Wc: 20.6K

a/u: idk how many of my fics I’ll repost here, but I will be reposting some bc I want to :) 

Secrets. Everyone’s got ‘em. Some aren’t so serious but some can change your entire world. Or at least the entire dynamic of a friendship you’ve been sustaining since third grade.

“You want to have sex with me?”

“You think I’m joking.”

“Aren’t you?”

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My Unsuspecting Flaw

Request :  Hi, not sure if you’re still taking requests, but if you are, is there any chance you could please do one of reader and Taehyung where she is anxious and trying to push him away because she doesn’t think she is good enough, but he won’t let her? Thank you in advance if you can. xox

Kim Taehyung x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, A bit angsty

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blueberry haze | jjk

⟶title: blueberry haze

⟶ au: strangers to lovers

⟶ trope: one night stand

⟶ pairing: drummer!jungkook x f. reader

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ genre: smut

⟶wc: 6.6k

⟶warnings: little bit of dom!jk, mentions of drug use (marijuana), smut in the forms of: some breath play, choking, oral ( m & f receiving), lots of praise, some bondage type things, touch denial, unprotected sex (don’t do this, be smart)

⟶ summary: he had been eye fucking you from the stage all night. but you never expected anything to come of it. but when you run into the beautiful blue haired drummer after the show, you decide to let him show you some of his other talents.

⟶ authors note: this was supposed to be a quick little thing but you see where that’s ended up lol. This is some very self indulgent smut yall, not much plot for real. But it’s blueberry koo, and he’s my fav. Hope you enjoy, and as always send the feedback my way!

What was his deal?

The ridiculously good looking, blue haired drummer on stage was looking right at you. And he had been most of the night. You couldn’t help but stare back at him, it was impossible not to.

“He’s eye fucking you.” Your friend said into your ear as the band came back on stage for their finale.

“Is not.” But you knew he was. He was looking at you again already as he sat down on the stool behind his drum kit.

Big, veiny biceps gripped the drumsticks in his hands, slinging them around between his fingers effortlessly. You watched as he pushed the blue hair off of his forehead once more before the song started and he became immersed in the music. He was a sight to see.

“Whatever you say.” Your friend teased and you elbowed her side in hopes of making her shut up while you enjoyed the last song of the night.

Any small ounce of hope you had that the sexy drummer was going to pull you backstage after the show was quickly doused when the lights came on and the venue staff was ushering everyone outside. You wanted to punch yourself for even thinking it was a possibility. He was somewhat famous. He could have whoever he wanted, why on earth would he want you?

“I’m far too tired for any parties.” You tell your friend who has been tirelessly trying to convince you to go to the bars downtown. “You should call Mina or Cher, I’m sure they’re already there.” She pouts but finally agrees to let you head home to sulk.

You pull your jacket a little tighter around your body as you walk past some shops and restaurants. They’re all mostly closed at this point in the night, but some of the displays in the windows are comforting to see.

Dexters Diner comes into view just up ahead, the yellow lights on top flicker in and out as you get closer to the small building. You could suddenly smell coffee drifting into your nostrils, and without a second thought, your hand is on the door handle of the diner, pulling it open.

There’s hardly anyone inside. A few tables of rowdy drunks from the bars and a few night shift workers having their first meal of the day. You smile at the older woman behind the front counter who’s wearing a pikachu tshirt and her hair in braids.

“What’ll it be, sweetheart?” She says as you sit down on one of the stools.

“Coffee. And maybe one of those cinnamon rolls from the case, please?” You take off your coat when she nods and heads off to gather your order.

This is just what you needed to wind down. And in most cases coffee would do the opposite, but you know the warmth of it will make you sleepy in no time.

You smile again when she sets down the chipped coffee cup and oversized cinnamon roll in front of you. The two things together smell like absolute heaven. You breathe it all in once more before picking up the cinnamon roll and bringing it to your mouth for the biggest bite you can manage.

“What are the odds?” A voice says behind you, making you freeze mid-bite. You turn around, cinnamon roll still in your mouth to face the voice.

Oh no. Please no.

Blue haired drummer boy is standing right in front of you in all his beautiful glory.

“H-hi.” You mumble, realizing you have the huge cinnamon roll in your mouth, your eyes shoot open wide and you quickly scramble to turn back and sit the pastry on its plate and wipe your mouth.

“You’re adorable.” He says, his hand gently touching your shoulder and turning you back around to face him. “Didn’t think I was going to see you again.”

“Here I am.” You say stupidly, internally facepalming.

“Here you are.” He smiles and tilts his head curiously. “I’m Jungkook. What’s your name, cinnamon roll?”

“It’s _____. Nice to meet you, Jungkook.” You can’t believe this is actually happening.

“How’s the coffee?” He asks, sitting down on the stool next to you.

“Good I think. I haven’t actually drank it yet.” You turn back to face the counter, taking the coffee cup in your hands.

“Don’t let me stop you.” Jungkook slides his leather jacket off his shoulders, revealing a clean white shirt underneath, the sleeve of tattoos looking so stark against the white of the shirt.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting when you started talking to rockstar Jungkook, but it wasn’t this. The conversation was flowing so nicely. He was surprisingly funny and full of all kinds of useless facts. The kind that were so ridiculous that they were interesting. He seemed sweet surprisingly…sweet.

“Did you know it takes 700 grapes to make just one bottle of wine?” Jungkook says, popping a grape into his mouth from the fruit bowl he had ordered.

“You don’t say?” You start to laugh, but then feel one of Jungkook's feet rub against yours. Was he playing footsie with you?

You take the hint, crossing your legs and letting your foot glide up the side of his calf. You can tell he’s pretending not to notice, but the tattooed hand that was resting on the countertop is now ghosting over your own calf.

“Did you know a group of bunnies is called a fluffle?” Jungkook lets just his finger tips softly run over your knee.

“That doesn’t seem true.” It barely comes out a whisper. Your thighs squeeze together as he continues his touches.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He asks after he notices the change in your voice. You look at him blankly for a moment before responding.

“Y-yeah. I mean sure, what do you have in mind?” You sit down your coffee cup with a shaky hand. Jungkook stands up from his seat, then leans down to cage you against the counter, his mouth coming to your ear.

“Each and every thought I’ve had about you since the moment I saw you in the crowd tonight, have been completely improper. And I would very much like to take you to my hotel room so I can show you what I’ve been thinking.” His words melt into your skin and find their way directly between your legs where they start a burning need.

“Okay.” Is all you can manage to say, eyes fluttering closed when you feel his tongue brush the shell of your ear.

“Good girl.” Jungkook whispers in your ear, thousands of goosebumps blanketing your skin in an instant. “Let me grab my stuff and we can head out.”

The jeans he’s wearing must have been painted on and he could not possibly be wearing any underwear with them, which was breath stealing all on its own.

“Jesus Christ.” You don’t mean to say it out loud, but of course he heard you.

“Like what you see?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and you can’t help the ridiculous giggle that escapes you.

“I’ve had worse views.” You try to play it cool, taking another drink of the coffee that was lukewarm at this point. Jungkook laughs, then pulls his sweaty blue hair up into a messy bun on the back of his head. It should not be legal to be this hot.

“Come on then pretty girl, I’ve got other views to show you.” He quickly puts on his jacket and offers you his hand. You let him help you up and into your jacket as well.

There’s a sleek black car waiting around the backside of the diner and the two of you slide into the back seat. You aren’t sure what to do, so you reach for your seatbelt.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook reaches across you to stop your hand, suddenly in your space.

“Buckling my seatbelt? You know…safety.” You let him take your hand off of the seatbelt while he laughs.

“You’re adorable.” His eyes hold yours while his hand slips onto your thigh, gripping it tightly so that he can then slide you across the leather seat and closer to him. “But I have other ideas for the ride home.” You hope he doesn’t see how harshly you have to swallow, your throat feeling so tight.

“What ideas?” You let one of your hands rest on his thigh, touching the frayed strings of the tears in his jeans.

“First things first.” Jungkook places his pointer finger beneath your chin and lifts your face up to look at him. “Can I kiss you?”

Your cheeks heat up immediately. He’s so unexpected. He radiates that cocky rockstar vibe, but he’s also sweet enough to ask permission before he kisses you. The whiplash might be your undoing.

“Yes.” You instinctively lean forward and he meets you halfway with that angelic smile of his on his face.

His lips are too soft. Too perfect. But they mold to yours and steal the breath from your lungs. His presence engulfs you and takes over all of your senses. Right now, there’s nothing else but Jungkook.

Coffee flavored tongue swipes against your lips and you want to taste it again so badly, dipping your tongue into his mouth until he hums in satisfaction. His tattooed hand slides up your arm and onto your shoulder until it reaches your neck, his thumb sliding up and down the column of your throat.

“Tell me something, pretty girl.” His mouth stays close to yours, lips still brushing as he speaks. “How do you feel about my hand around your throat?” His words take you aback for a moment until you realize what it is he wants to do.

“I’m okay with it.” You wrap a hand around his wrist and move his fingers into place at your throat.

“You’re not so innocent, are you baby?” Jungkook smiles wickedly and swallows your reply with his mouth. Kissing you roughly, noses and lips smashing against the others, tongues licking sloppily.

Jungkook applies a bit of pressure with his hand on your throat, testing to see how much you like. It doesn’t hurt, it feels amazing. You take his wrist again pushing harder and with more pressure, his fingers tightening and gripping the skin.

“More.” You whine into his kisses until he pulls back to look into your eyes.

“You’re getting me so hard right now.” You chance a look down at his denim covered crotch, eyeing the plentiful bulge forming there.

Of course his dick was huge, there couldn’t be any flaws with this man.

Jungkook begins tightening his hand again but doesn’t kiss you again. He wants to watch your face while he controls whether you take a breath or not. You swallow, barely able to get the saliva down your throat before your eyes start to roll to the back of your head. Jungkook moans and removes his hand, his mouth immediately devouring yours as you take in a long breath.

“You’re going to be so much fun.” Jungkook kisses down your neck, paying attention to the spots where his fingers just were. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.” You answered too quickly, but he seems to find it amusing, smiling and pressing a kiss to your lips once more.

Your pussy is absolutely dripping. You can feel the stickiness between your legs and it’s almost embarrassing how wet you are after just a little breath play. What was going to happen once he was inside you? You shiver at the thought.

The car comes to a stop around the back of one of the nicest hotels in town. You’ve never stayed here, but you know this is where important people stay all the time. You start to feel the nerves creep back in at how famous Jungkook might actually be.

Jungkook opens the car door and starts to get out but notices that you haven’t moved to do the same.

“You know, I can have the driver take you home. We can stop right now.” He slides back into the car and brings your face around to look at him. “Because if you come upstairs I’m going to ruin you. I won’t stop until I’m convinced you’ve been so thoroughly fucked that you think of me every time you even think about being with another man.”

You take a deep breath, eyes fluttering shut when he presses a feather light kiss to your jaw.

“I don’t want to stop.” You’re barely able to muster out the words.

“Good girl.” He laces his tattooed fingers through yours and helps you out of the car. You expect him to let go of your hand as you walk inside, but he doesn’t. He holds your hand until you reach the elevator.

Once inside and the doors have sealed shut, Jungkook pushes you against the mirrored wall. You gasp out loud when his hips roll against yours, the hard outline of his cock more prominent than before.

“So fucking hard.” Another harsh roll of his hips, almost lifting your feet off the ground. Your breathing is rapid and uneven, the anticipation absolutely killing you. “Tell me how wet you are, baby. Please.” The words pour into your ear, all warm and inviting.

“Soaked.” You manage to croak out. Jungkook groans and slowly rolls his hips so that his cock rubs against your clit that was begging to be touched.

Just as you’re about to beg him to touch you, the elevator dings and the doors slide open to the floor jungkook had selected. You suddenly realize that anyone could see the two of you and you start to move out of his hold. But he has other ideas.

Jungkook grabs beneath your thighs and hoists them around his waist, making you squeal in the process. He walks out of the elevator with you in his arms towards his hotel room at the end of the hall.

“Jungkook…put me down.” Your eyes shoot open wide when you notice an older couple walking towards you. “Jungkook!” You gently push against his chest but he doesn’t let go.

“You think they care if I’m holding you? They were probably crazy back in their day.” Jungkook squeezes the globes of your ass in each hand as you pass the older couple, they don’t seem to care but you still feel blush rush to your cheeks. “Should we ask them if they want to watch?” He wiggles his eye brows and you smack his chest.

“No way! Are you crazy?” You half laugh.

“Not into sharing? That’s cool pretty girl, you don’t have to share me with anyone.” Jungkook props you up against the hotel room door while he digs for the key card in his pocket.

“You can put me down.” You say again.

“Hmm. No.” He finds the card and opens the door, lifting you higher in his arms before he carries you into the room. You roll your eyes, but let him continue to do it.

You look around at the room when he finally sets you down in front of the unmade bed. There were two open suitcases in front of the window, clothes scattered about. Some empty beer bottles and ash trays sat untouched on the night stand on one side of the bed. Typical hotel room of a traveling rockstar.

What wasn’t so typical though, were the comic books laying around in the rumpled blankets on the bed. You tilt your head with curiosity and pick one up, gently flipping through some of the pages.

“You like to read comics?” You ask Jungkook, who has started trying to shove things into his suitcases.

“From time to time. Something to keep my mind busy on tour.” He shrugs a little as he roughly moves the suitcases around. You smile to yourself and sit the comic back down before turning to sit down on the edge of the bed.

“You don’t need to do that.” Referring to him trying to clean up the mess in the room. Jungkook seems to listen, stretching his arms above his head before coming to stand in front of you where you sit on the bed.

“I need a shower. How about you, pretty girl?” His tattooed hand gently wraps around the back of your neck as he bends at the waist to be face to face with you.

“You want me to shower with you?” You realize how stupid it was to ask, but it was too late to take it back now. Jungkook laughs quietly.

“Amongst other things.” He smiles, lips the perfect color of pink, silver hoop pierced through the corner. “For example…” His hand slides up and around to your face, cupping your cheek and ghosting his thumb over your jaw. “I’d like to see your lips wrapped around my cock…fuck, that would be a sight to see.” He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and groans under his breath.

Jungkook stands up straight, but keeps his hand cupping your jaw, watching you as you think about what to do next. You keep your eyes on his for a moment, but then almost on their own, your hands find his denim clad thighs. You rub up the front of them a few times, but not touching his crotch that was getting harder by the moment.

“Be good, baby. Don’t tease me.” Jungkook sighs, thumbing at your bottom lip.

You take the opportunity to wrap your lips around his thumb instead, keeping your hands on his thighs. You suck his digit softly at first, tongue licking the length of it. You’re practically drooling around his thumb in anticipation of having his much bigger cock in your mouth.

Your hands move up his thighs to the button and zipper of his jeans, undoing them both. When you bring your eyes down to his waist, you can see that your earlier assumption of Jungkook not wearing any underwear was indeed correct. Fuck, he was too hot.

Just as you’re about to pull his jeans off of his hips, he stops you, and instead leans back over to kiss you roughly.

“What’s wrong?” You ask when your lips part from his with a wet smacking noise.

“Shower first. I’ve been sweaty, baby.” He kisses you again, almost making you fall back against the mattress with its force. He makes you absolutely dizzy with lust. “Come with me?”

“You want to shower before sex?” You ask.

“We can take one afterwards too, if you want.” He smiles and helps you up off of the bed.

You follow Jungkook to the bathroom, stupidly nervous. He was going to see you naked one way or another, why did this feel so strangely intimate? Too intimate for a one night stand.

There’s an ashtray with some half smoked joints sitting on the bathroom counter, along with some hair products and skin care type things. You’re almost too distracted to notice Jungkook pulling his shirt over his head.

“Do you smoke?” He asks.

“I have…it’s been awhile.” You watch as Jungkook picks up one of the joints and puts it between his lips.

“Nothing better than a shower joint. Except maybe a shower beer.” He laughs and digs for a lighter in his pocket. Once he’s retrieved it, he lights the joint and takes a very long drag.

“Can you smoke in here?” You ask, knowing you must sound so cringey for asking. Jungkook merely shrugs his shoulders and holds the joint up to your lips.

“It’s blueberry haze. One of the best strands I’ve had.” Jungkook lets you take the joint, then casually shoves his jeans down to his ankles, stepping out of the denim and kicking them to the corner.

“Blueberry haze, you say?” Your words are distracted by his naked form. Broad chest and big arms. Tiny waist and…really big dick confirmed.

“Give it a try, pretty girl.” Jungkook watches as your eyes make their way back to his face, blinking so adorably.

You refocus your thoughts long enough to bring the joint to your lips and take a drag. The smoke fills your lungs and makes you cough, immediately handing it back to Jungkook, who rubs your back soothingly while you catch your breath.

“That’s…kind of strong.” You struggle to get the words out.

“You’re not naked enough.” Jungkook touches the hem of your shirt at your hip.

“Being naked helps with smoking weed?” You raise a questioning eyebrow, already beginning to feel it’s effects.

“I like to think so.” Jungkook slowly drags your shirt up and over your head, being delightfully met with the sight of your bare chest. “I’d love to have my mouth all over these.” Your shirt is long forgotten and so is your shyness.

“Why don’t you?” You take a step up closer to him, barely hearing the groaning noise he makes.

“Get these off.” He sticks his pointer finger just inside the waistband of your jeans, pulling at the material until it softly snaps back against your skin. You obey far too willingly, the blueberry haze in your mind making you feel extremely pliant.

You remove your jeans and underwear in a quick motion, kicking away the clothing and immediately reaching for Jungkooks skin, touching his shoulders and meeting his eyes with yours.

“You kind of look like a blueberry…a beautiful blueberry.” You giggle, fingers toying with the strands of his blue hair. Jungkook giggles too, big arms wrapping around your waist.

“You’re so fucking cute.” He kisses you a few times, then moves your body back towards the shower door. “Let’s get you wet.” He whispers into your mouth. You want to tell him that you’re already dripping wet between your thighs, but instead you step into the steamy shower with him right behind you, closing the smoky glass door.

The hot water immediately hits your skin and makes your muscles relax. You almost forget for a moment that a beautiful man is also in here with you, until his hands are on your hips and turning you around to face him.

“Don’t you need to get cleaned up?” You ask, Jungkook's hands sliding up your wet skin to cup your breasts in his hands. You whimper, not realizing how desperate you were to be touched.

“Mmm, I do.” His thumbs flick over your nipples, and then his touch is gone, making your eyes shoot open.

Jungkook is taking another drag from the joint, breathing it in deeply and holding it in his lungs. He grabs the back of your head, fingers gripping your wet hair and pressing his mouth onto yours. You feel the smoke slowly creep from his mouth into yours. You breathe it in like he wants you to, then let it out through your nose so that you can keep kissing him.

“I think…I think you should get cleaned up…quickly.” You say between kisses and strokes of his tongue.

“Tell me what you need, baby.” Jungkooks mouth travels from your lips to your jaw, nipping with his teeth as he goes.

“Can I show you?” The high you’re on is making you feel so bold.

“Please.” He pecks your lips and pulls away from you, he knows what you want.

You put a hand to his chest between his very defined pecks, sliding it between the muscles and down over the hard planes of his stomach until you reach his cock, hot and hard in your hand. You watch his face for any dislike, but he only put his hand over yours and makes you tighten your grip.

You don’t want to waste time, you want to hear him fall apart with his cock down your throat. You lean forward and lick one of his nipples, sucking it gently. Jungkook lets his head fall back against the shower wall, pulling his pierced lip between his teeth.

You lick up some water drops on your way down his body. His perfectly sculpted body that you most certainly take note of, gently getting to your knees in front of him, looking up to meet his eyes one more time before opening your mouth to take his cock inside.

Jungkook hisses through his teeth when you start to suck. Gently at first, short, shallow motions as you bob your head. You look up to see the muscles of his stomach tighten over and over the deeper you take him. It’s when you add your tongue that he really starts to make noise above you.

“That’s so good, baby. Keep going, just like that.” Jungkook touches your jaw and your cheek his fingers, wiping a stray tear away with his thumb.

You let him start to move his hips and thrust into your mouth and throat. You gag a couple of times, but you don’t want him to stop. The pretty moans and whimpers he’s making are too perfect to stop, so you dig your nails into the backs of his thighs and hold on for dear life when he starts move faster.

“Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” Jungkook smoothed back your hair and brought your face up so he could see your eyes. The eye contact seems to do him in. “Shit, shit, baby. Gonna cum…” He throws his head back in a long drawn out groan just as hot spurts of cum start to fill your throat.

You close your eyes and take everything that he gives you, slowing the motions of your head bobbing until he’s done, lazily licking the tip of his cock until he stops you.

“Was that okay?” You look up at him innocently, knowing that he’s wrecked at the moment.

“You’re fucking perfect.” His head is back against the shower wall as he laughs quietly.

You start to feel the ache in your knees, quickly wiping your mouth with your hand before you feel Jungkook wrap an arm around your waist to help you up. He smiles, then grabs some soap from the shelf behind you and scrubs himself clean with it, all you can seem to do is stand there in awe.

The desperation to be touched was becoming almost unbearable, but you try to keep your composure, letting Jungkook turn off the water and hand you a white fully hotel towel to dry off with. You both quickly take another drag from the slow burning joint on the counter, then move back into the bedroom area.

Jungkook has his white towel ties low on his slender hips. He’s walking around the room as if he’s looking for something and you aren’t sure what it could possibly be.

“Did you lose something?” You ask, taking a few steps closer to him.

“I had a necktie that I wore to dinner last night…” He tosses some things around in his suitcases.

“What do you need a necktie for?” The words left your mouth before your brain could catch up. But it suddenly dawns on you what he might be wanting to do with the necktie. “Oh…”

“Are you comfortable with that?” Jungkook gets down on his knees in front of the bed, flipping up the blankets and bed skirt to look beneath it.

“It would be…new, for me.” You tighten your hold on the towel wrapped around your body.

“All you have to do is tell me to stop, and I will. No questions asked, if you don’t like it.” Jungkook reaches under the bed and pulls out a red necktie. “Found it.”

“Yeah…I can try it.” You nibble on your bottom lip and nervously cross the rest of the space to the bed.

“So good for me.” Jungkook closes any remaining space between the two of you and kisses your waiting lips. His kiss draws out all the nerves and turns them into lust. “Lay down with your hands above your head, wrists crossed.” The smallest bit of authority in his voice makes your pussy ache in such a delicious way. “And get rid of this.” He undoes the loose knot of your towel and lets it fall to the ground around your ankles.

You let him gently touch your bare hip before he’s moving to the other side of the bed. He watches intently as you climb onto the oversized bed, laying your head on the fluffed pillows with your arms above your head and wrists crossed, just as he asked.

“I’m ready.” You release a long breath, eyes coming back to Jungkook, whose eyes are shamelessly roaming your naked body.

“I can’t stop thinking about your mouth.” Jungkook says, wrapping and unwrapping the silky red material around his knuckles. “But I’m ready to have a taste of you.”

You shiver, watching as Jungkook kneels up onto the bed, raising his hand above your body and letting the silk tie just barely ghost over your skin. He starts at your ankle, moving it up your calf, over both thighs and purposely avoiding the ache between your legs.

“Please hurry up, Jungkook.” Your body arches away from the mattress when the silky material brushes over one of your nipples.

“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” Jungkook coos, having mercy and wrapping your wrists up into the tie, attaching it to the headboard. “If you want me to fuck you, you’re going to have to be patient.”

You can barely take your eyes away from the sight of his naked body, until his mouth is suddenly on you. His mouth and tongue are having absolutely no mercy on your breasts and nipples. He groans each time he pulls a bud between his lips. The tie around your wrists is a torture you didn’t know that you needed.

“Jungkook…” You moan his name and he absolutely adores the sound of it. So much so, that he takes mercy and moves his body down the bed and settles between your thighs, his mouth quickly buried between them. “Oh fuck…” You pull at the binding, wishing your hands could lace into the blue strands of hair bobbing between your legs.

The mercy you thought you were receiving before is long gone. Jungkook is relentless with his tongue and lips. Long strokes of his tongue offset by quick sucks to your clit. It’s absolutely maddening.

You’re pulling at the tie so hard that you know you’ll have bruises on your skin in the morning. But the thought of it quickly passes when you feel Jungkook bury his mouth in your pussy, his nose brushing your clit as he moves his head back and forth in quick succession. You manage to look down between your legs just in time to meet his lust filled eyes, seeing him devouring you sends you over the edge hard and fast.

White flashes pop in and out of your vision as your body tries to recover from the insane orgasm you just experienced. Jungkook hums low in his chest as he licks up everything you’ve given him, kissing the insides of both your thighs as he stands up from the bed to look down at you.

“Do you think that you deserve my cock?” Jungkook stands at the end of the bed, tattooed hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it lazily.

“I’ve been good, haven’t I?” You pant and squirm against the satin sheets, hands and arms still above your head. He watches your face carefully.

“The things I want to do to you…” He bites into his bottom lip as he continues to touch himself in front of you. “But I have to get my cock inside that pretty pussy of yours before I explode.”

Your chest heaved up and down at the thought of him finally fucking you. You were so desperate that you knew you would do anything he asked of you.

“Can you please untie me now?” You needed to touch his body…his skin…his muscles….feel his hair. All of it.

“Look what you do to me, pretty girl.” He ignores your request, making you whine at the lack of attention to what you wanted, but also at the way he’s spreading pre-cum up and down the length of his cock.

“I want you so badly, Jungkook. Please.” You move your hips up as he climbs back onto the bed and kneels between your open legs. His eyes saunter down your body until they get to your pussy, big hands pushing your thighs further apart so he can get a better look.

“You’re so wet. Thinking about my cock made you drip like this?” He scoots closer, the head of his cock so close to where you want it. You pull at the tie on your wrists again.

“Untie me…please.” You beg again.

“Here’s what I’m going to do.” Jungkook ignores you again, making you want to cry. “I’m going to give you what you want. I’m going fuck you hard and fast. And I want you to tell me how good it makes you feel. Make sure the people in the room next door know how badly you wanted my cock.” Jungkook kisses your stomach and then your hip. It’s so gentle compared to the way he then reaches down and roughly grabs the globes of your ass, lining you up with his cock just the way he wants you.

“Please…” You can’t bear it anymore, the build up has been so intense you can feel tears start to leak from the corners of your eyes.

“Be loud for me.” Jungkook doesn’t wait anymore, he impales you on his cock, easily sliding inside with how wet you’ve become. But you still feel the ache of the stretch as you try to accommodate all of him at once.

You moan loudly, just the way he wanted. Pulling at your binds and cursing yourself over and over for agreeing to be tied up. Jungkook keeps his hands on your hips as he starts his ruthless pace.

You can feel sweat forming on your forehead already as your stomach begins to tighten with another orgasm. His perfect cock finds that spot inside you with ease and abuses it over and over again.

“Untie me…god Jungkook please…please.” Your face is wet with tears from pleasure as well as frustration.

“You’ve been so good, haven’t you? I think I can do that.” He bends down to kiss your mouth, something he hadn’t done for what seemed like hours. While he kisses you, he moves one hand from your hip to the red silky tie on your wrists and pulls the knot free.

As soon as you feel it loosen, you rip your hands away from the head board and dig them into his blueberry colored hair, pulling him closer and kissing him deeper. Jungkook smiles at the desperation. He loves it in fact.

You move your hands down and let your nails dig slightly into his skin as he continues to piston his hips against yours. Jungkook groans at the feeling.

“Come here.” He practically growls, sitting up on his knees and bringing you with him. Your arms wrap around his neck and your legs wrap around his waist, putting you in a somewhat riding position. Jungkook is able to fuck up into while on his knees, but keep you close. “You’re so fucking perfect.” His mouth is sloppy as it moves along your neck and collarbones.

“I’m going to cum again…you’re so deep.” Your mouth finds his, kissing him and breathing him in.

“You don’t need my permission, I want you to cream my cock. I want all of it.” Jungkook leans back on his hands, making the angle of his hips hit you even deeper than before. Your hands grip at his shoulders and hold on for dear life as he fucks you through another mind shattering orgasm. “You’re squeezing me so tight baby.” Jungkook's voice breaks off in a moan as you clench around him over and over.

“Please cum, Jungkook. I need it.” Your body feels boneless, but you can feel how close Jungkook is starting to get to his own end. “You’re fucking me so well…but I need you to come.”

“Your pussy feels too good…gonna cum.” Jungkook buries his face in your neck and buries his cock as deep as he can get as he finishes inside you. You feel warmth full you up and drip down your thighs as his thrusts come to a halt.

You both stay still for a moment, sweaty skin against sweaty skin. Your fingers mindlessly playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“You’re okay?” He finally asks, bringing his face out of your neck to look at you.

“I’m great.” You laugh quietly. Jungkook smiles, then reaches behind his neck for your hands, bringing them around so he can look at your wrists.

“Does it hurt? They look like they might bruise…” His thumbs gently brush over your skin.

“I think I’ll be okay. It doesn’t hurt now.” You watch him bring your wrists to his lips, pressing kisses up down each one.

“Do you want to sleep here?” He asks, softly lifting you from his lap and letting his softening cock fall from inside you, he looks at you concerned when you whimper.

“I can just…I can go home.” You scoot back on the mattress when Jungkook stands up from the bed. You didn’t want to overstay. You wouldn’t ever see him again, there wasn’t much point in staying.

“Are you sure? I can have my car take you home in the morning…or now. Whatever you prefer.” He then disappears into the bathroom and brings back a washcloth for you to clean up with.

“I’ll just get dressed.” You awkwardly clean up with the washcloth before heading to the bathroom to put it in the hamper and find your clothes.

You dress in a daze, but once you’re ready you back out into the room to find Jungkook in a pair of underwear sitting on the corner of the bed with his phone to his ear. You rub your hands on your thighs while you wait for him to finish.

“My driver is ready to take you home.” He pushes his blue hair back and tosses his phone onto the night stand.

“Thanks.” You continue to stand there without a clue what to do or say. “I’ll just…go.” You point at the door and start walking towards it.

“Wait!” Jungkook says just as you turn the handle. “At least leave me your number? If you’d be interested in seeing me next time I’m in town?” He grabs his phone again and crosses the room to stand with you. You wish you could stop the smile on your face.

“Sure.” You tap your number into his phone and hand it back. “See you around, Jungkook.” You kiss his cheek, but that is apparently not what he had in mind.

Jungkook grabs your chin in his tattooed hand and kisses you on the lips. It’s a kiss that tries to trick you into thinking that maybe he’s actually serious about seeing you again one day. It feels too complex.

“Goodnight, Y/N. I’d like it if you texted me when you made it home.” He pecks your lips once more, then releases your chin and takes a step back.

“Yeah, I can do that. Goodnight, Jungkook.” You open the door and step into the hallway, looking back just once more to see him smile down at the floor before the door closes.

Silent Treatment- Kim Taehyung

You sighed in frustration, throwing your phone away from you, onto the carpet. Your boyfriend, Taehyung, had managed to ignore every single text that you sent him, letting his phone ring whenever you called him, not even acknowledging your presence when you went to meet him at company building.

Despite the countless number of times you tried to apologize to Taehyung, he paid no attention to you. A few days ago, you had taken Yeontan for a walk around the neighborhood, releasing him from the leash for just a few minutes to hold onto him, but he made a run for it, dashing out of your arms before you could react. You had spent two hours running around the area trying to find the little dog, before you cried in frustration and called Taehyung to explain the situation to him. He reached your location within twenty minutes, not saying a single word to you as he began the hunt for his little angel. 

You could see the panic in his eyes, the shake in his voice when he called out for his puppy. The two of you nearly collapsed in relief when you found him 3 hours later under the plastic slide of the garden, along with another dog, jumping around happily, completely oblivious to the fear that was radiating from his father as he ran to embrace the little animal in his arms. You cried slightly, your heart thumping against your chest and smiling at the sight of the two in front of you.

Yet the love that you felt towards them didn’t lessen the pain when Taehyung brushed past you, muttering under his breath,

“I should have never trusted you.”

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maniac

ex boyfriend!jjk x reader

genre: angst ft. Fluff

word count: 3.3k

warning: tattoos, drunk! jk, y/n cries a lot, Conan Gray songs (I like him don’t come at me), mentions of sexual themes, language (as always), I was sad when I wrote this so buckle up for some HEAVY angst

synopsis: a mutual breakup from your long term boyfriend leaves you inevitably devastated, but a unexpected collaboration may just be the breakthrough the two of you needed.

“Fuck you.”

“You already have.”

🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶

“If anyone tells you to “let’s stay friends” after you become emotionally involved with them that is the most bullshit lie anyone can say.”

“Why?” You sipped your drink as you watched your boyfriend down his once again.

“Because.” Jeongguk shrugged, “It’s gonna be uncomfortable. You shared everything and now you have to find the middle ground between that everything and nothing. It’s gonna be hard.” He started to slur his words as he leaned on the bar counter.

You flicked his nose, making him grimace, “I didn’t think you’d be this sentimental on my birthday.”

Jeongguk wrapped his arms around you before pecking your head, “Don’t worry love, that’ll never happen to us.”

You rolled your eyes as you took the next drink away from him, “Come on, Jeongguk, you’ve had too much to drink.”

“Nuh-uh! I’m fine” Jeongguk protested, reaching for the glass that you took out of his hand. He pouted once he realized that you weren’t going to give in, “You’re mean.”

“And you’re drunk.”

“And you love me.” Jeongguk smiled absent-mindedly before leaning in… only to be met with your palm that cupped his face.

“You’re drunk.”

“I still want a kiss.” He whined with pursed lips.

You rolled your eyes, “Why do I even love you?”

“Cause I’m one handsome motherfricker.”

“That you are.” You smiled before pressing a kiss against his lips. ——

3-year anniversary! Your phone notified you, immediately dampening your mood.

8 months.

It’s been 8 months since you ended your relationship with Jeon Jeongguk. And 8 months since you had talked to him. It was a mutual break-up, a good one if such had even existed. A difference of opinions and stress from your relationship. The continuous fights and lack of compromise, it couldn’t have been fixed… or so you liked to tell yourself.

Funny thing is that a part of you didn’t hate him, a part that still loved him existed. Though you had agreed to maintain your friendship after the breakup, that never happened. You had waited for him to text you after, to ask you how you were, if you were free to hang out. And by the time you realized that he wasn’t going to, it was too late… too awkward for you to ask as well. So, the two of you had resorted to ignorance and hostility. You ignored each other in public and private, he was a stranger… just another face in the crowd.

And in those brief moments that you had made eye contact with him, you couldn’t help the daggers that bore from your eyes for he was shooting them as well. Your glares started to act as a shield, a mask for the longing and mourning of not only your lover but also your friend. He had been your friend for the 3 years you had known him, 2 years of dating. And now all of it was down the drain.

But life went on, and your friend groups (thankfully) weren’t intertwined, so you could resume your social life without the worry of seeing him. You went drinking, partying, doing things that you hadn’t done since you were single. Things that would’ve counted as cheating, things that felt like cheating. They felt oh so wrong. Flirting with other guys, them flirting with you, them touching you.

But you still soldiered on, you got out of bed and did your assignments. Dutifully attended your college classes and went to the café that you had worked at. You studied, you ate, you slept, you exercised, and you lived. Life went on and it seemed that it wouldn’t stop like the movies did even though you had cut one of the most important people out of your life. Sometimes you forgot, most of the time you did. Your life had never been orbited around Jeongguk and it seemed even less so now.

Sometimes you felt even okay like it never had happened. Like he had never existed.

But then one day… one day you’d be walking by and get a whiff of his perfume in the crowd. One day you'd be walking by and hear someone hum the song that he had made you listen to until you rolled your eyes. And on those days, you’d just walk by and want to crouch and break down into a fit of unending tears. You always think that you’re over it, that you’re over him. You’d done so well, made so much progress, nitpicked until you found a fatal flaw that will finally turn you away from him.

But then you remember. All those little smiles and exchanges. You remember the way he had touched you so delicately, the way he had smiled against your kisses and traced circles on the small of your back as he held onto your waist. You remember the way he would try to cook for you and end up ordering takeout with a pout and the flowers and the gifts and the small “I love you”’s he would whisper as you lay asleep in his arms in your apartment. And you’d see yourself. All these faces in this crowded city called Seoul, and for some reason you’d see yourself still trying to find his. And the cycle starts again.

So today was one of those days that you had begun to miss him.

And it sucked.

Because the one person to make you feel better was no longer yours.

——

“Y/N and Jeongguk,” Your professor had sat the pair of you down in her office.

It had been 4 weeks since the last time you had seen Jeongguk (after a run-in at the grocery store where you had ignored each other) and you had to mentally slap yourself to stop staring at him. Your boyfriend… your ex-boyfriend was hot. He was always attractive, but even more so now.

Maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t seen him in a month or the fact that he decided to suddenly grow out his chin-length hair into a bun, but what you did know… was that you no longer could look at him like you were looking at him right now. You tugged at the strings of your sweatshirt, wanting it to swallow you whole before he could see the blush rising in your cheeks.

“Is there a problem?” Jeongguk asked politely, he didn’t even acknowledge your presence…

“Your collaborations these past 3 years have been amazing! Especially your cover of “People Watching” received a lot of applause at the Music Festival last year.” Your professor leaned back into her hair, “It seems like the two of you understand how to compliment your voices and remix the song. Since the two of you are seniors and this is your last Music Festival… the faculty was wondering if the pair of you,” She nodded at the two of you respectively, “Would be willing to put on an honorary performance at the Music Festival this year.”

Your eyes widened at the question, not only was this a huge honor but it was a great way for the two of you to get exposure to potential producers for scouting. For the first time since you had walked in, Jeongguk looked at you. He looked equally surprised.

You cleared your throat, “I think, we need to talk about-“

“We’ll do it.” Jeongguk cut you off.

You gawked at him.

Your professor stared at your exchange, “If you need to discuss beforehand, that’s alright. We can talk in a few days, just show us a demo in about 2 weeks and you’d be set for the Music Festival in 3 months.” ——

“What the fuck was that?” You implored at a safe distance away from Professor Lee’s office.

Jeongguk raised his brow from behind you, hands shoved into his sweatpants with only one earbud in, you had to fight the urge to take the other, “What?”

“That!” You pointed behind him in the direction of the office, “In there!”

Jeongguk shrugged, “What? The Music Festival?”

“Yes.” You hissed.

Jeongguk walked toward you were at arm’s length, your eyes widened as you gawked at the taller man in front of you. He leaned down until your face was only inches away from his, eyes hooded with a look of clear annoyance, “What? You don’t want to do it?”

“Of course I want to-“

“Then what’s the problem?” He smirked at the last syllable that escaped his lips, his eyes flickered down and back up to your eyes, “Are you uncomfortable around me?”

Yes.

“No.”

Jeongguk cocked his head to the side before standing up straight again, “Then there’s no reason for us not to do it.” He shrugged before pulling out his earbud and shoving it into his pocket, “After all.” His eyes bore into you, “We’re friends.”

Friends.

You glared at him, oh how much you wanted to just punch this handsome motherfucker, “Yeah, friends.”

“So, we’ll do it?” Jeongguk asked through hooded eyes.

“There’s no reason we shouldn’t.” You muttered.

“Yeah…” Jeongguk trailed off, “No reason…”

“Do you want to pick the song or should I?” You didn’t even bother to hide the venom in your voice.

“We’ll pick it together.” He put up his hood before walking away, “Text me.”

“I don’t have your number.”

He stopped, then proceeded to walk again, “I’ll just text you then.” ——

Ex: Hey. Ex: It’s Jeongguk.

You lied, you still had Jeongguk’s number. You didn’t delete his contact, just the conversation. The first few weeks you had been so tempted to text him. Wasting your hours rereading all the messages you exchanged when you dated; it was painful. So, you deleted them and now you regretted it because now you don’t remember. You had forgotten how he had spoken to you when he looked at you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

You: Hey.

Ex: So

Ex: What song are we doing?

You: Conan Gray?

Ex: Sure

Ex: Heather

You: Too basic

Ex: True

Ex: Telepath

You: Too high

Ex: You can handle it

You: I’d rather not damage my vocal cords trying to sound like a pigeon on crack

Ex: That is oddly specific

Ex: … are you calling me a pigeon on crack?

You: You said it not me

Ex: -_-

You: lmao

You: Checkmate?

Ex: Too graphic

Ex: The Cut That Always Bleeds

You: And I’m the graphic one?

Ex: Maniac

You stared at the suggestion.

You: Okay

——-

“Okay if we lower this part then we need to lower the rest of the chorus.” Jeongguk highlighted his sheet music.

You were surprised, to say the least, when Jeongguk asked to meet you at his shared apartment with Jimin. You hadn’t been there in over 8 months so the moment that you walked in… nostalgia overwhelmed you.

It smelled like Jeongguk, the comforting scent of fresh oranges and sea salt that you had grown to love. Every single corner of the apartment was filled with memories of a time where you had looked at each other with affection. Each part of the carpet had a story, whether it was wrestling or making out, they burned in your brain.

“I think I can go slightly higher, so we don’t have to do that.” You circled it before taking another sip of your tea, empty.

“I made more.” Jeongguk muttered without looking up from his music, “It’s in the kettle.”

“Oh.” You stood up awkwardly, making your way to the kitchen. You looked at the 3 kettles that sat on the stove, “Jeongguk, which one!?”

“The one with flowers on them!” You heard him yell from his living room.

“They all have flowers on them!”

“The… The white one!”

“Jeongguk, they’re all white.”

“Aish, the one you bought me as an apology!”

You froze, it had been your first fight. Thinking about it right now, it was stupid. You broke his kettle; he didn’t really like the kettle in the first place, but he was pissed because you had tried to clean it up before he noticed and left pieces of glass on the floor. A safety hazard that left you with a cut on your right foot. You didn’t understand why he was so mad with the cut on your foot, and he didn’t understand why you didn’t just ask for help to clean up.

You didn’t talk for days, a new record considering that the two of you had always sent at least one meme a day.

You bought him a new kettle to apologize, you told him that you tried to buy a new foot, but they didn’t sell those at Target. He laughed and apologized, and you promised never to try to clean up glass alone and he promised to not get mad at minor injuries. That kettle was nowhere to be found; it wasn’t on the stove.

“You’re gonna be the end of me.” Jeongguk muttered from behind you, his perfume filled your nose. You had always loved the fact that Jeongguk used perfume instead of cologne, your picky nose couldn’t handle musky scents so your boyfriend wearing perfume made you want to kiss him even more when you first started dating. You jumped slightly as he reached from behind you to the selves above the stove, citrus and the sea. Jeongguk. “It’s right here.”

You couldn’t breathe when Jeongguk handed you the kettle, “Thanks.”

“Whatever.” And just like that, he left you with butterflies that pounded against the walls of your stomach. ——

“No! If you take that line, then it disrupts the flow!”

“Who cares about the flow, it makes the repertoire better!”

“I care about the flow!”

“Damnit Jeongguk why are you making this so difficult!” You threw your hands up in the air like an exasperated cartoon character

“Why do you always do that?”

“Do what?!”

“Act like you’re in the newest Disney Channel cartoon.”

You glowered, “Shuddup.”

“You do though.”

“Fuck you.”

“You already have.”

Your eyes widened at his words, and he just turned away, leaving your apartment. He slipped on his shoes and opened the door before hesitating, “Do you even know what day it was a 3 weeks ago?”

“No.” You lied.

It was your anniversary.

Jeongguk’s eyes softened with disappointment, but his frustrated expression remained the same, “It doesn’t matter anyway. I sent the ticket to your email. I guess you didn’t get it.”

And he left.

Your hands shook slightly as you opened your email, scrolling through your spam until you made it to Jeongguk’s from weeks ago. It was a ticket. To Conan Gray’s concert.

You don’t have to come. He wrote. But I’ll wait in front of entrance before it starts, we promised to come together once, and we promised to stay friends. I don’t want to pressure you… but I really hope you come.

You cried like you did on your anniversary. —-

“You were with your friends partying…” Jeongguk sang. “When the alcohol kicked in, said you wanted me dead.” You followed.

“So, you show up at my home, all alone. With a shovel.”

“And a rose.”

Jeongguk turned toward you, “Do you think I'm a joke?”

Your eyes widened as you looked at him with a questioning expression, “Cause People like you always want back what they can't have. But I'm past that and-“

“I know that, so you should turn back-“

“To my rat pack, tell 'em you’re trash.”

He scoffed before his line, making you raise a brow, “Tell all of your friends that I'm crazy.” “And you drive me mad, that you’re such a stalker.”

His gaze didn’t waver, “A watcher.” He narrowed in on you, “A psychopath.”

You didn’t dare to look away, “And I’ll them you hate me and dated me just for laughs,”

He took long strides toward you from his mic stand, “So, why do you call me and tell me you want me back?”

You stood at your mic stand, shocked for a moment before bellowing, “You maniac.”

Jeongguk didn’t go onto the chorus he just kept his gaze before turning back, shutting off the music, “You hesitated.”

Of course, you fucking hesitated, what does one do when they feel torn between guilt and longing for their ex? What kind of person sits there and sings a love song about their ex with their ex without hesitating? Apparently, Jeon FUCKING Gguk.

“Sorry.” You mumbled, “Let’s just move onto the second part.”

Jeongguk frowned, “Fine.” He said after he drew a slow breath, putting the music back on.

He held up his mic to his pink lips, once again turning towards you, “So, why do you call me and tell me-“

“I want you back.”

Shit did you just say that aloud?

Seeing how Jeongguk froze, apparently you had.

“W-what?” He stuttered for the first time since he started talking to you again, “Y/N, what did you just say-“

“You manic.” You voiced into the mic, following Conan Gray’s voice in the background, “You maniac.”

His expression went blank as Conan Gray called you psychopathic and dramatic in the background. You lowered your mic and steeled yourself for anger, for tears, for him to yell and scream. You didn’t expect to be thrown back with such force. You didn’t expect him to tackle you onto the couch l. Face centimeters from your own. He froze as if just realized how close the two of you were. Fuck if he doesn’t kiss me right now I will-

He tasted like he always did.

You instinctively kissed him back, the past 9 months completely forgotten. Almost as if you had only kissed him yesterday, almost as if this was all normal yet so passionately unmundane.

His perfume filled your nose as you could taste the familiar spearmint gum on his lips.

He kissed you angrily, barrowing his body into yours. It was as if all the glares from the past 9 months had translated themselves into this kiss. A type that you were unused to; it was dissimilar to the times his lips met yours in your heated arguments. Those kisses were filled with smoke and quickly dosed into a sea of forgiveness and understanding. This was fire and lava lapping your exposed skin everywhere his body met yours.

You burned with his fury, and you loved every second of it.

He finally pulled away from you, his breath heavily ridden with his own pants as he pressed his forehead against yours. His breath hit your own lips, “You maniac.”

end of part 1/2

a/n: so basically I got a request for this when I first opened my requests. Tbh I didn’t know how to write this? I was just starting papercuts and ex!jk was still a foreign and abstract concept to me. I didn’t know what to write even in papercuts at that point. I’ve been working on this twoshot for a few weeks on the side and I’m actually really happy with it! Hopefully you enjoyed! Next part will be up by next week!

golden -> jjk

summary: you’re left to clean up your brother’s mess after a boys night in, only to find an even bigger mess sitting so pretty - and naked - in the tub.

pairing: jungkook x female reader 

genre: brothers best friend au, smut: pornwithoutplot™

warning tags: drunk!jk, bathing, nipple play/stim, handjob, unprotected sex (oc on the pill)

word count: 4k

a/n: ahhh wahh, i’m on my period and this is the result of that. i apologise. just look at those golden thighs guy (pukes and passes out) and yes, this is the cursed idea I had while fully snorting this nsfw fanart like devil powder. 

just wanted to post something while i work on some series works - i’ve got a new hybrid series on the way, and will be updating vixen soon followed by maniac. thank you so much :3

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An old school R&B track sounded quietly throughout the apartment after a full night of them blasting the noise, loud enough to get your grumpy old neighbour downstairs to bang against his ceiling with a broomstick. Of course, they couldn’t hear it though, and neither had you, but you definitely would have if you hadn’t fallen asleep with your headphones on while watching YouTube videos.  

You’d slept through the entire time they had been here, which was only a couple of hours; Taehyung had planned a small get together with his close buddies a week prior in celebration for the completion of exam season. They got drunk, competitive in gameplay and, did you mention they got drunk? They were also very loud when they were all together, even when sober, so you can’t even imagine how rowdy they got during your slumber. The evidence was clear as day when you were shuffling out of your room, eyes hardly opened as you yawned, stretching your arms above your head. 

The mess was expected, but it didn’t make it any less painful to look at. You look around at the damage and sigh, knowing you’d be spending the next two hours cleaning the place. Taehyung would insist he’d do it tomorrow since the two of you shared the apartment and he was thoughtful like that, but he was currently knocked out cold on the couch, so you were left alone. You wander back down the hall and peak your head into his bedroom which was empty, so you’d assumed his friends had gone home before you could wake up and greet them. 

You grabbed a garbage bag and started throwing empty beer cans into it, and there was a lot of them. 

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