Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Mafia!AU | Crime!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 3,342

Chapter 22: Her

"Maybe I’m your love and hate. Maybe I’m your enemy and friend."

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“…Yoongi Hyung? I need you to find Jungkook…whatever it takes.”

“I will, Hoseok-ah,” Yoongi replied gently, his grip on the phone increasing for a split second before ending the call.

Slipping the phone into his pocket, he lifted his head to gaze at the tall building – his eyes focusing on the rooftop. The wind whipped across his body, his hair flying in every direction as the tails of his trench coat flapped behind him. Yoongi felt a lump forming in his throat as he tried to swallow it down, wondering if he should even be standing there. If he had any right to be standing there.

It had been a week since his altercation with Eden that night, when all his skeletons came tumbling out of the closet. Yoongi could still feel the sting of her slap on his cheek and remembered the tears that slid down her face. He’d never seen Eden cry in all the years he’d known her. She’d shed a tear or two over a drama or a movie they decided to watch together, but those were tears she shed without shame. Tears of outrage; of pain? He didn’t think she was even capable of it.

He’d believed her to be so strong. Yoongi thought she could take on anything; that she could stare the Reaper in his face and tell him to take a long walk off a short pier.

I made a mistake, he thought, furrowing his brows as he made his way toward the steps leading up the side of the building, I should have just been honest from the start.

Yoongi’s pace was slow, methodical; he was in no hurry. He knew it was Eden’s day off and she would be home. She was usually catching up on dramas she’d missed during the week or playing video games. She wasn’t a very social creature by nature. Not unless she was forced. Yoongi grimaced when he thought about how their dates usually went. He probably hadn’t helped things with how he kept her away from prying eyes all the time.

Had he made her even more of a recluse?

When he reached the rooftop, he looked around and saw the long wooden table and a few chairs near the edge of the roof. She usually liked to read by sunlight during the summer and Yoongi couldn’t help smirking when he thought of the times they would eat watermelon while sitting on the table, staring at the stars during those hot summer nights. She hated doing laundry and he often teased her about it, saying that it was supposed to be therapeutic while she complained about it being a colossal waste of time; bitching about not having her own washing machine.

He remembered kicking cold water on her when they were stomping around in the water basin, cleaning one of her summer blankets on an early Saturday morning. She hosed him down and they were both utterly soaked, stripping down naked while he grabbed a few large towels from the line to wrap them both in. His face twisted into a painful expression when he remembered drying her off, admiring every single inch of her body until he couldn’t resist himself; claiming her in her bed and wearing her out completely.

Yoongi paused in front of the laundry line, seeing the clothes that were hanging out to dry. They would freeze in this cold. She must have gotten busy with something since the laundry basket was still outside, left abandoned under the line. Sighing, he began to pull clothes, sheets, and towels off the line. He folded them and placed them into the basket, lost in his own thoughts.

How could he have ruined it all?

Friends? What the hell was I even thinking? Yoongi chastised himself, folding the last of the towels and dropping it into the basket. It’s all just one giant fucking excuse…

Yoongi lifted the basket into his arms with minimal effort before strolling forward to the front door. He resisted the urge to use the spare key to simply let himself in. For a moment, he just stood in front of the door and remained silent. He did nothing. He probably looked like a fool standing there and holding a basket full of clean laundry, but at that moment, Yoongi didn’t care.

He wasn’t ready for another altercation with Eden. He thought he was, but in reality, he knew he wasn’t. Yoongi didn’t think he could handle her enraged expression directed toward him. Sure, they fought and cussed and fussed at each other when they were together, but it wasn’t anything like what he saw that night. He knew she wasn’t a pushover and he’d even seen her tussle with some thugs when they were both still living in America. She had no problem stabbing someone. She had no problem spilling blood when it came to defending herself.

But she’d never turned her knife on him before. Yoongi wasn’t sure if he was more shocked or riled up at the idea that she came at him with everything that she had. He had scars of his own, sure, but the ones that littered her body showed the hard road she had been forced to travel for most of her life. Yoongi admired her strength and determination to continue living even as the world turned its back on her.

Even as he turned his back on her.

“Oh, goddammit,” he heard from the other side of the door, causing his thoughts to come crashing back to the present, “I forgot to get the laundry.”

Yoongi’s grip tightened on the basket and he considered just leaving it there. He could just leave it there, away from the door so she wouldn’t accidentally trip over it, and go. Running into her now would just cause a fight. He knew her well enough to bet money on it.

“I can get it later,” came another voice from inside.

Yoongi’s heart stopped for a moment and he nearly dropped the laundry basket. He felt his face grow hot and the heavy thrum of his heart roared in his ears. His eyes narrowed harshly at the frosted glass of the door.

It was Jungkook’s voice.

He heard Eden scoff from inside the apartment, her silhouette appearing before the door as he saw her moving around to grab a pair of shoes.

“What? So you can get fever sick again or break your neck because you can barely walk, then blame me for it? Fuck that. I got it.”

He knew he should leave. Yoongi still had time to leave and pretend he didn’t hear anything. Pretend he didn’t know that Jungkook was there.

Two things stopped him, keeping him rooted in his spot. Hoseok’s request, his pleading to find Jungkook, and Yoongi’s own jealous anger.

Yes, he was jealous.

Yes, it was unfair.

Yes, it was unreasonable.

He didn’t care.

So when Eden pulled the door open, almost barreling into him, he could only cut his eyes at her as she gasped just seconds before impact. She stumbled back, catching her balance as she clung to the doorknob, and let out a yell that sounded like a mixture of fright and outrage. Eden clutched at her chest, catching her breath as she glared up at him.

“You scared the fuck outta me!” she yelled, scratching at the side of her wild curls that flared out like a lion’s mane. “What are you doing standing there like some kinda fuckin’ ghost!? You trynna kill me?!”

Yoongi didn’t say anything. He continued to hold the laundry basket, gripping onto it like it was a tether preventing him from falling into a black hole. The vein near his temple throbbed as he bit the inside of his jaw.

“Noona?” called Jungkook from inside and Yoongi’s gaze lifted from hers to look over her shoulder. He was still out of sight which meant that he was in the main area of the apartment. “Everything okay?”

He looked back at Eden and saw realization wipe over her face. She pushed on the basket that Yoongi was holding, shoving him back a couple of steps. He was crowding the doorway and she wanted to get out and there was a petty part of him that wanted to keep her trapped in the entryway.

“Everything’s fine, Jungkook-ah,” she said through clenched teeth, glaring at Yoongi; daring him to say otherwise, “it’s just a stupid cat.”

Yoongi’s brows raised as he looked down at her, watching the smirk forming on her face. Cat?

“I didn’t know you had a cat,” Jungkook said, a distinct explosion coming from the television.

“He’s not mine. He just likes to show up whenever he wants to cause me grief.” Yoongi narrowed his eyes at her and she continued to smile, though her irritation was still evident. “Isn’t that right, Lil Meow Meow?”

“Lil Me—” He started to protest but Eden slapped her hand over his mouth and all but shoved him out of the way.

“I’ll be back. Stay there and keep that ice pack on your legs.” Then she closed the door behind her before rounding on Yoongi. “What in the hell are you doing here?” Her voice was a harsh whisper and she pointed toward the large table that was far away from the door.

He set the basket down by the door and turned, making his way toward the table and plopped down on it. There was no point trying to raise a stink in front of her door. Eden’s temper was merciless and while it lasted only a little while, it left destruction around her like a tornado. He wouldn’t risk her getting into trouble with her neighbors this late at night.

He was choosing to not be selfish this time.

Eden stood in front of him, arms folded across her chest. “Well? Why are you here? I thought I made it clear that I didn’t want to see you.”

Yoongi flashed a dark smirk as he looked up at her through his fringe. “Did you? I must have missed that part.”

“Min Yoongi,” Eden half snarled, “don’t make me hurt you.”

He laughed despite how serious he knew she was being.

“You’ve already hurt me.”

“Excuse me?”

Yoongi shook his head, pressing a hand to his forehead. “…nothing. I’m taking Jungkook home.”

She scoffed, raising a brow at him. “Says who?”

“I do,” he growled out, “that’s who.”

He saw Eden look away from him. “Forget it.” Her tone was solid. “He overextended his muscles and he’s still having trouble walking.”

“Then I’ll carry him.”

This time she laughed, turning her head to look back at him. “Who says that he even wants to go home?”

“Eden, don’t—”

“Don’t what? Butt in?” He saw her narrow her eyes at him. “Too late.”

Yoongi shot up from the table, taking a step toward her but she reflexively took a step back. He wasn’t sure if that action hurt him more or if her words were what was getting to him.

“Why do you care anyway?” he snapped.

She smirked. “What’s it to you?”

He took a breath, attempting to collect himself, before looking back at her. “Look,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady, “if this is about me, about getting back at me, then there’s no need for that.”

For a long moment, all Eden could do was look at him – eyes wide and unblinking. Then, a handful of seconds later, she burst into a very loud laughing fit. This caught him off guard and now he was the one taking a step back. It was clear that what he’d said wasn’t funny. Not one bit. He knew what kind of laugh this was.

It was an angry laugh.

After a short minute, Eden managed to collect herself. “Are you fuckin’ shitting me right now?” She straightened to her full height, taking a step toward him and jamming her finger into his chest. “Ya, Min Yoongi-ssi, who the hell do you think you are, huh?”

The honorific threw him. She’d never used it with him for as long as he’d known her. Not in the States and definitely not here. For her to add that polite title to his name made him feel like he’d been kicked in the gut by a mule.

“Do you think I’m holding Jungkook hostage? You think I’m doing this to get back at you for hurting me? Just who in the fuck do you take me for?”

Yoongi swallowed, the lump in his throat swelling as his mouth grew dry. He’d fucked up. Royally. Eden wasn’t the petty sort of person he knew himself to be capable of. She was a straight shooter when it came to showing people whether she liked or disliked a person. She wasn’t the kind of person to play mind games or get revenge on people. He remembered her once telling him that type of thinking was a waste of time for everyone involved.

She poked him again; harder this time and he winced.

“Maybe if you guys kept your fuckin’ house in order, then I wouldn’t have people showin’ up on my fuckin’ doorstep sick and half dead from runnin’ themselves into the fuckin’ ground.”

And again, Eden dug her finger into his chest.

“You all are gettin’ on my goddamn nerves, you know that? But I’m not gonna toss him out on his ass when he doesn’t want to leave. Not in his current condition.”

This time, she grabbed a fistful of his shirt and shook him – looking more terrifying than the night she tried to stab him.

“Got it?”

Suddenly, the door to her apartment swung open. Both Yoongi and Eden turned to see Jungkook bracing himself on the frame. He had a pained look on his face, as if it was a struggle for him to maintain his balance. Jungkook tried to wipe the pain away with a smile, but it looked more like a half grimace and he steadied himself while stepping out of the apartment. Yoongi watched his legs wobble, like he was a baby deer taking its first steps in life.

“Ya, Jeon Jungkook,” Eden called to him, releasing the hold she had on Yoongi’s shirt, “what do you think you’re doing?”

“It’s okay,” he said, sweat clinging to his brow as he took another step forward, “I’ll go back with Hyung.”

When he took another step, Jungkook lost his footing and started to fall forward. Eden left Yoongi’s side, rushing at Jungkook to catch him. All Yoongi could do was stare as she held him aloft, trying to keep as much of his weight up with her smaller frame. He felt his hands clutching into fists at his sides, the look of genuine concern spreading over Eden’s face.

What happened in that short amount of time? What was different between them now?

“Yoongi Hyung.”

Jungkook’s voice cut through Yoongi’s thoughts and he felt his hands loosen as he looked at him.

“You don’t have to carry me, but I’ll need your help getting down the stairs.”

Yoongi nodded, stepping toward them. He saw Eden’s hands tighten around Jungkook’s arm and he stopped.

“Jungkook-ah,” she said softly, her eyes not leaving Jungkook’s as he, in turn, looked back at her, “are you sure you’ll be alright?”

He smiled at her. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Besides…” Jungkook looked back at Yoongi. “…there’s something I need to talk to Hyung about.”

Eden sighed, lifting herself up so that Jungkook could stand on his own. “Fine. Don’t do anything stupid.”

“I won’t.”

“Do you have everything?”

“Yeah, I grabbed my keys too.”

She folded her arms across her chest. “Text me so I know you made it back safely.”

“I will,” Jungkook said with a laugh, “I promise.”

Yoongi could only silently watch the exchange and he wasn’t sure what he was seeing. Was it two friends? Something more? Eden was known to show care and compassion for even her friends, so it wasn’t far-fetched for her to act this way with Jungkook if they were, in fact, friends.

…but is it more than that?

“Hyung?” He met Jungkook’s gaze, the smile gone from his face. “I’m ready.”

Yoongi crossed the small space between them, draping Jungkook’s arm over his shoulder and held him steady against him at the waist. They took slow steps towards the stairs and he fully expected Eden to retreat inside of her apartment. But as Yoongi helped Jungkook take the first step down, he chanced a glance at her and saw she was watching them intently.

“…Yoongi-ah,” she said, forcing Yoongi to come to a halt, “let me know when you get back, too.”

He didn’t say anything. He just nodded and then continued to help Jungkook ease down the steps. He wasn’t sure if it was his heart or Jungkook’s heart drumming against him, but nothing was said between them. Even when they hit the final step and Yoongi called a cab to pick them up, he continued to hold Jungkook up with his own body.

It wasn’t until the cab arrived and Yoongi made sure Jungkook was safely inside did his muscles finally relax. He told the driver their destination and the two men sat beside each other – each gazing out of their respective passenger windows. Neither of them said a word.

When it looked like they were stuck in a miniature traffic jam did Jungkook finally speak up.

“It really was Noona you were with for all those years, wasn’t it, Hyung?”

Yoongi craned his neck to look at Jungkook who was still staring out the window. He didn’t know if he could give an answer, or if he even should. What reason would he need to since it was clear that Jungkook already seemed to know the answer.

He sighed, instead looking back out the window.

“Why’d you do that? Why would you…how could you just lie to her?”

Yoongi closed his eyes.

“Of all the things, why lie to her about who you really are?”

He wasn’t sure if now was the time to get into this conversation. Or if he even wanted to.

“Hyung!”

Yoongi rounded on Jungkook who was now looking at him – no, glaring at him.

“What do you want from me, Jungkook-ah? Huh? What?!”

“I want to know why you would tell me to be honest with the person I care about when you couldn’t even do the same! Why would you do that?”

“Because I didn’t want her to get mixed up in our business, Jungkook-ah,” he snapped, “she’s been through enough and piling our shit on top of it all, especially back then, would have been too much!”

Jungkook gave him a dark look. “You don’t know that!”

“You’re right! I don’t. I didn’t know but I did what I thought was the best thing for everyone involved. Did I fuck up? Yes.” He reached out and snatched Jungkook by the collar of his shirt. “But let’s get one thing straight: I don’t take it back, you hear me?”

“Hyung!”

“If I could go back to that time, I’d make the same choice all over again. Easy. I’d keep her as far away from this shit as I could.” Yoongi’s expression hardened as Jungkook’s eyes narrowed even further. “My only regret is that I got caught in the first place.”

He saw something flicker in Jungkook’s eyes. It wasn’t anger – no, that was still sitting at the surface of his younger brother’s gaze. Was it…pity?

He felt Jungkook’s hands touch Yoongi’s, gently pulling them down – forcing him to release his hold on his shirt. Then he turned away from him to look back out the window.

“…you’re a moron, Hyung.”

Yoongi smirked, watching the multi-colored lights flash over Jungkook’s face. He craned his neck to look out his own window.

“I guess I am.”

And he was.

Min Yoongi was the worst kind of pretender.

Let Me In | JJK

Requested by Anon

Plot: Unexpected feelings come at unexpected times and in unexpected ways.

Rating: PG-13 // SFW

Genre: One-Shot/Drabble | FriendstoLovers!AU | Romance/Fluff

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: Mild Language

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 1,685

A/N: I have to admit, I thought this was really cute. And it actually has the potential to become a series. Will it? Who knows… Probably not though since I have something else lined up in the works for the rest of you lovely people. Enjoy!

“Hey,” he said, flashing his trademark grin at you, “I need a place to stay.”

The sigh that escaped your lips was on reflex. It was the same shit and on a different day. Part of you wondered why you entertained this fiasco at least twice a week, but the other part already knew why. In fact, you’ve always known the answer. It wasn’t like it was rocket science at this point.

It was because Jungkook was your best friend. When have you ever been able to say “no” to him? Nothing’s changed in the last twelve years. It wouldn’t change for the next twelve years, either.

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Jungkook- #62 😉

Genre:  roommate!au 

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: innuendo

A/N: For @yourmoonchild1023 Here is the answer to your request! I hope you enjoy it! - Admin T

#62 Jungkook “If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?“ 

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It was the same nightmares all over again. You were out in the open, exposed, and alone. The fear of vulnerability loomed like a tidal wave over your existence. You could never move away as it rushed and crashed upon you. So for the last few nights, you’d wake up, slapping your hands over your mouth to mute your screams. 

Sweating, panting, with your heart kicking a beat against your ribcage. You fought to keep quiet because the last thing you wanted? Was your roommate, and BFF, to hear you losing your shit on a nightly basis.

Jungkook had been your roommate for about five years now. You guys had the perfect arrangement. You didn’t bring ‘conquests’ home, both of you loved video games, and eating. He often paid rent in quarterly lumps. Actually, it was to the point where sometimes - you didn’t need to? You managed to handle the utility bills leaving you with healthy savings. 

That financial stability made you pleasant - and you decided to learn more than the basics about your roomie. He had an excellent job, but his hobbies involved music. You’d hear him singing in the shower in the early morning hours. What is he doing in your apartment with a voice like that?! Some days he’d sing something light-hearted, almost goofy, and you couldn’t help but giggle. 

But, over the years, as he’s matured? His songs have as well. You noticed the change in his vocal tone. How he utilized his lower register. Matter of fact? The first time you heard him singing in that lower register? You had to make sure it was him. 

And that was the first of many mishaps. 

You thought someone had snuck into your apartment - so you walked in Jungkook. 

…in mid-song. 

Naked.

There was a moment where you got more than an eyeful of each other. Because you thought the tank-top and boy-short matching set, plus a baseball bat, would be enough to protect you. 

"O-oh, god! I’m so sorry!” You shrieked as his face turned three shades of red as you closed the door. 

That was as close to naked as he’s ever seen you since becoming your roommate. It was too much for him to handle as he shifted his shower to cold. He shuddered, fighting the blood, trying to stir the partial erection he already had. It took you two weeks before you could look at each other in the eye. It took you both another three weeks to dump your visual spank banks. Every time Jungkook showered and sang, you ruined another pair of panties. You’d given up on them by second post bust in. That’s because that voice had infiltrated your dreams, and that crushing anxiety that lingered in your brain was held at bay. That night you woke up in a quiet, cold sweat. The thought of his hands running against your skin, your fingers playing along the ripples of his abs had you leaving wet spots on your sheets.  Strangely enough, his voice helped you to sleep. 

So much so, that you’ve made a habit of going to sleep when he gets in from work. The one night he doesn’t come home on time, you fall asleep on the couch. The same creeping nightmare catches you off-guard. You wake up screaming while Jungkook holds your trembling form against his. 

Jungkook rarely was late, but some last-minute issues kept him at the office late. He could have kicked himself for not messaging you. When he got home in the early morning hours to see you asleep on the couch? He did everything to not disturb you. He was well aware of your night terrors. He could, at least, tell that the intensity had died down over the years. 

He remembered the very first time he heard you screaming in the middle of the night. He knocked furiously at your bedroom door before barging in. You looked so small covered in sweat, your eyes wide and unseeing. He waved a hand in front of your face, scared to touch your body as it began to regulate. He watched you shake your head, blink rapidly, and become mortified over the state he found you in. He insisted on helping you get cleaned up. He changed your bedding while you showered. He made you a calming tea, and you chatted until you couldn’t keep your eyes open. He watched you fall into a gentle slumber, hanging around enough to make sure you didn’t stir.

It happened a few more times, him coming to your rescue, regardless of your embarrassment. And he’d sit at your bedside, each time, making sure you fell asleep. Then you were less disturbed by his assistance, but it didn’t stop you from trying to calm your noises. 

And now? The sound of his heartbeat against your ears is a soothing melody that helps you wake up completely. You felt the point of his chin atop your head as you realized you were curled into the shadow of his body. 

“W-what happened?” You murmured quietly. There was a quiet, deep, inhale that made his chest puff against your ear. “I came home late. You fell asleep on the couch.” That said, more than needed explaining. You frown softly, taking advantage of this sudden closeness.

“You didn’t have to do this.” Your voice sounded smaller than you wanted it to.

Your gaze meets his, and that disappointed tilt to his mouth. “Why wouldn’t I?” A brow ticked upward as he questioned you.

“I feel like I’m a burden. I mean, we’re only roomm-..” You didn’t finish your sentence. 

His lips grazed yours, stopping all brain function momentarily. Your eyes were wide as you gasped, giving him an opening. The tip of his tongue traced your lips as your hands crumpled the fabric of his shirt. 

You pushed - he pulled. His tongue prodded deeper, causing you to moan. Your mind spun on the implications of this kiss - and then he broke it.

You could swear your heart was beating in time as he nuzzled his face against yours. 

He made a satisfied sound low in his throat. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.” The sound of his laugh sliding over your skin, giving you goosebumps.

“Why didn’t you?” You spoke in an airy whisper. “I’d probably have the best sleep of my life.” You pouted playfully.

He chuckled, that dark gaze lowering to your own. “You know? If you can’t sleep - We can always have sex?”

He bit into his bottom lip, and your gut twisted.

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I saw that you guys write for VIXX too! I Would you be able to do the drabble with Ken? # 34 “You work for me. You are my slave.”

Plot: Jaehwan is an instigator when the cat’s away.

Rating: Pg 13 // SFW

Genre: modern day || vampire!vixx ||

Pairing: Lee Jaehwan x Female OC

Warnings: Jaehwan

Links: FAQ || VIXX Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 501

AN: This was for out 100 follower milestone! I hope you all enjoy some VIXX!

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It was quite an active night. Most of the Clan were out handling business. Their world of darkness, one that you had signed your life over for protection--it was more dangerous than you thought and in order to keep the Masquerade, they all had to play along with the song and dance to keep the balance as well as peace. The two elders of the clan and one of the younger ones were out to do such things and left the care of the mansion to the others.

A word of caution, however.

There was one that you had to look out for. He was considered the middle child of them all, one stuck between the elders and the younger vampires. The one that they had to chain up most nights to keep him from hurting himself and others around him. Sometimes you heard his cries when they did that; the wail that would keen throughout the mansion.

There was no such sorrow that night.

You could hear him laughing along with the youngest as they enjoyed their freedom without the elders. The complaints of the second youngest could also be heard because he was trying to play his games but the others kept bothering him. You were only supposed to check in on them and drop off some paperwork but since you entered, they picked up on your scent like dogs sniffing out food.

Jaehwan was by your side in a flash, a blink and his hands rested on your shoulders--keeping you from running away. His grin caught you off guard, showing the youthful and joyful face that always disarmed everyone else. He smiled sweetly at you, eyes crinkling. Almost instantly, you distrusted what he was planning. There was something cold in your hands, prompting you to look down at them. He put whipped cream into your hands, sticky and fresh.

“I order you to throw this into Hongbin’s face.”

“W-what? Excuse you?! I’m busy right now!!”

“You work for me. You are my slave,” he whispered in your ear, making goosebumps appear on the nape of your neck.

You were about to remind him who the actual boss was but there was a blur. A large blur that pushed up your hands, squishing the same whipped cream into Jaehwan’s face. The older vampire blinked, the white substance smeared all over his perfect and angelic face. You could see the struggle on his visage as he decided who was to blame for that - his little trick ruined.

“HAN SANGHYUK, GET BACK HERE!” he finally roared, racing after him.

He left you there with the dripping leftovers still in your hand and a dumbfounded expression still on your face. Suddenly, a towel fell down and landed on your head. The thing startled you and made you jump, the towel covering your eyes. You stood there for a moment before grabbing it and wiping your hands, scowling in the process. This was not what you signed up for. Not in the least.

Bad Lines || KSJ

Plot: Seokjin just can’t keep away or keep his mouth shut.

Rating: M // SFW?

Genre: modern day || idol!verse ||

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Female OC

Warnings: Suggestive themes, bad pickup lines

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 337

AN: Look.... so I saw this image on Discord and I couldn’t stop laughing so I had to write a short drabble about it.

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“I want to make your flaps moister than an oyster..”

“I’m sorry--what?”

The statement had you putting your book down, trying to figure out if you’d heard your boyfriend right. He’d had some days off, deciding to spend some time with you but when you had things to do in your normal life--he’d been a bit put out. However, that didn’t stop him from making advances on you every chance that he got. His face broke out into a grin, one of those grins that had you realizing he said what he’d said and wasn’t taking it back at all. 

Normally, his jokes had you keeling over with laughter along with him but there was just something odd about that statement and left you wondering where in the hell he got it from. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying not to grin at the goofy look on his face because you knew that once you cracked--there was no going back. 

“What kind of pick up line is that, Kim Seokjin?” 

He snuggled up against you, still looking up at you with that grin on his face. Winking at you, Jin kept nudging you until you placed your book on the table with a laugh. He snickered along with you until laughter rang out from the both of you. His laugh was infectious and damn near impossible to resist--well for you, at least. 

“I heard it from Namjoon and figured he was too chicken to say it to someone so I decided to use it on you. Did it work?” He bumped you with his body some more, another attempt to get you to answer him, “Huh?”

You shoved at him playfully but he laid on top of you, still giggling. He started to kiss every inch of exposed body that he could, still with the odd pickup lines in between. Finally, after laughing for damn near an hour, your book was forgotten but you were able to sleep alongside him and RJ for the rest of the night.