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Pairing: Jungkook X reader

Summary: Jungkook and you find the most pleasurable way to end the evening dinner.

Warnings: 18+, absolutely nsfw, kinks, tied up reader, dom!jk, sub!reader.

Genre: smut, established relationship, pwp.

Word count: 1.4K my shortest drabble yet not proud tbh lol.

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Sitting in the passenger seat while Jungkook drives back to your shared apartment, your lips twitch as an idea pops up in your head. The red lights helping you out as Jungkook stops behind another car, the slight city lights illuminating his beautiful face, elbow leaning on the window sill as his finger rested on his upper lip, staring ahead.

Maybe it was cruel, working him up like this but you couldn’t help it. Your hand found it’s place on his thick thigh, rubbing small circles as his eyebrow quirked up, all too familiar with your games. You continued your innocent play, rubbing gently until your fingers found themselves cupping his slightly hard form. He chuckled.

“Y/N..” that’s your first warning.

“What baby?”

“I know what you’re doing,” his eyes darkened, watching as your hand slipped through the waistband of his black sweats, no underwear? Brave.

“What do you mean?” You asked, voice dripping as smooth as honey.

He groaned when you gently ran your thumb across his slit, rubbing the precum around to accommodate your hand. He felt far too good in your hand, and it should be unfair that by just touching him your pussy is clenching around absolutely nothing, wishing his dick was so far up your guts right now.

Running your hand up and down, you fastened your pace, watching as his features constricted into pleasure, stomach tightening for release and just when he was about to cum, the lights turned green and you slipped your hand back to your laps. A small playing on your lips.

What he didn’t except was for you to spread your legs just a small bit, adjusting in the seat before your hand slid up your thigh, pulling the small material of your under wear to the side and rubbing circles on your clit with your three fingers.

He groaned, hands tightening around the steering wheel as he listened to your moans, your wetness echoing in the car and he swears he could practically taste you. He felt so unbelievably worked up right now, and as he turned into the parking lot of your apartment complex, he wasted no time in getting out of the car, helping you into the elevator in a rush.

Once the doors closed and the elevator dinged with each floor, he took your hand, the one that was playing with your pussy, and enveloped your fingers in his lips. Tasting your remains before harshly kissing you, grabbing onto your hips. The doors of the elevator opened and he wasted no time in scurrying you towards your home.

It wasn’t long before he had you tied up in front of your bedroom door frame. Your hands held tightly by the cuffs that were now tied to the nails of the frame. Your body on full display for him as he walked in front of in nothing but his sweatpants, tantalising you as he smirked.

“Is this what you wanted?” His voice was low, dangerous even.

You nodded, biting your lip as he pressed his body onto your naked one, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard”

A small moan passed your lips as you searched for his lips in the dark room, the only source of light being the neon “baby” sign that illuminated your wall. Now it shone off your body perfectly, the pink light highlighted every beautiful inch of your skin. So gracefully.

He kissed your chin softly, following his lips in a trail from your neck, to your chest, to your breasts, latching them on to each nipple, biting licking and sucking on them as you mewled above him. Ass pushing into the door as you itched to grab onto his hair as his face followed lower and lower, until he was on his knees, wrapping your legs around his neck as kissed your pelvic bone, trailing down slowly to where you needed him the most. He knew what he was doing, and so did you.

“You look so beautiful y/n” he smirked below you “look”

He demanded and you followed, watching yourself in the full length mirror that was in front of you, leaning against the wall. Fuck you did look hot. He chuckled softly, before unexpectedly dipping his tongue past your folds, licking from your entrance to the very top, savouring each little taste he could.

You moaned loudly, squeezing your legs around his head as you watched his sucking on your clit as if he was famished. He looked so fucking hot right now. Damn these stupid cuffs, you wanted to tangle your fingers in his hair so badly. Yet to no avail, because as he continued to work his tongue inside of you, you had no choice but to stay put, digging your nails into the leather of the cuffs. His doe eyes looking into your soul while his mouth was basically trying to suck your entire reproductive system out of you.

“I’m gonna cum!” You warned, legs slightly trembling and you were done for when he slipped to fingers inside, his tongue now licking in fast motions around your nub.

“Fuck!” Your voice was far to high pitched for your liking, but you ignored it, succumbing to the orgasm he just provided you, your brain practically melted, flowing out of you like the cum on Jungkook’s tongue.

Letting your legs back down onto the floor, his hands traced every curve of your body as he slowly got back onto his feet, loving the feel of your smooth skin. His lips glistened in the pink light and you wanted nothing more but to kiss him, but he only smirked, shaking his head no.

He stepped away from you, watching your body squirming, the fucked out expression on your face, “fuck baby you are so beautiful”

He slipped out of his sweats, pumping his length in his hand as he walked towards you again, hand grabbing onto your ass, before he tapped it, your sign to jump and wrap your legs around his waist. You did as he asked, before feeling his lips on your neck, sucking small bruises onto your collarbone and neck. The tip of his dick now smearing the wetness between your folds, making you clench around nothing as you waited patiently for him to push into you. He grabbed onto your jaw gently, forcing you to look straight into his eyes and when you least expected, he pushed into you to the hilt. Watching as you sighed out, your moan mixing with his as your head fell back, leaning onto the door. Licking a strip up your throat he started to move, thrusting his hips slowly against you, building you up like an orchestra before the grand finale.

He was amazing with everything he did, and maybe he was so good at fucking you because he knows your body better than the back of his hand, whatever it is, you never had a better boyfriend, or sex, in your entire existence. And you’re sure you will marry him one day.

His thrusts picked up, hand now squeezing your waist as your tits bounced up and down, your wetness running down your thigh and onto his dick, costing him perfectly making him glisten. He loved watching you fall apart like this for him, eyes shut tightly and mouth formed in an ‘o’ while his dick fucked harder and deeper.

“Fuck,” he groaned “look at you taking me so well”

Your moan got stuck in your throat as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach, begging to be released. He felt you were close too, by the way your pussy clenched around him, the way your legs tightening around his waist and the way your chest and cheeks started to turn pink, he knew you were close.

Holding on to your ass with one hand, and the other on your clit, he fucked you at an animalistic pace now, your moans hoarse as you cheered him on, “yes Jungkook, fuck baby so good”

With harsh breathes he fucked into you harder, his the lewd smacking of skin filling the dark room. And like fireworks, your orgasm reaped through your body, a small scream escaping your mouth before it got stuck in your throat. Watching your blissed out face and the way your chest heaved, he followed soon after, his hips stuttering before his cum shot up inside you, his cum. coating your walls white.

“I should tease you more” you managed to chuckle out.

“Round two in the bathroom?”

A/N: anyway eh… I hope you enjoyed? Like I said don’t be afraid to interact <3

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Would you ever do soft sex + established relationship but with joon, pls? ❤️

ʚ✟⃛ɞ Highway to Heaven ʚ✟⃛ɞ K.N.J

PAIRING: Namjoon x reader

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, soft and cute. Absolutely adorable just like Namjoon.

GENRE: established Relationship.

NAMJOON was probably the most adorable person to ever grace this earth. His smile had your heart doing laps and your eyes softening. He was truly a blessing in disguise, and he was all yours to enjoy. So here he is, sprawled out with you underneath the glowing stars in the back of his pick up truck. The red and white checkered picnic cloth underneath you as he adjusted the white blanket over you. Your home behind you abandoned as you laughed in your very own new garden.

You finally bought a house. After many years of talking about it, you finally did it. A small cottage in a tiny country side with a loving and cute little farm. You had two goats, two (husband and wife as Namjoon calls them) sheep and one little lamb, and couple chickens. They were essentially your pets rather than farm animals. You both loved and cared for them like your lives depended on it.

He read to you the great gatsby, as you stared at him in pure love and awe. Forming a promising life with a beautiful man. A beautiful and gentle soul.

“I hope she’ll be a fool- that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.” He says, face clearly not agreeing.

“That’s a little demeaning isn’t it?” He mutters, looking at you.

You chuckle, “it’s just a book baby, don’t get yourself worked up.”

He looked a little confused, expecting you to be a little more angry with the lines of the book. Again, you just laughed, caressing the little lines formed in his forehead from his deep frown.

“Come on now Joon, you’re going to get wrinkles.” You continue chuckling.

Electric love by BORNS came on through the truck speakers, softly playing in the back ground as he scoffed in amusement, “I’ll quicker get wrinkles because of you woman.”

You gasped, throwing your head back in laughter as you wrapped your arm around his waist, “baby, maybe we should focus a little more on extending our little family, hm?”.

That seems to get him smiling as his cheeks blushed, head immediately twisting to look at you, “I love the sound of baby making”.

You snort in laughter as he hoists himself up above you, shutting you up with his lips. You continued chuckling into his lips as he smiled back, but your giggles quickly turned into soft moans as he dragged the tip of his cock along your pussy. Your clit still sensitive from your previous orgasm.

“I love you.” He kisses your neck as he slips into you smoothly.

“Ah fuck,” you gasped softly, “I love you too baby”.

Gently, he started a soft and rhythmic pace. Lips leaving wet kisses everywhere, all over your chest, neck face and breasts. Hips rolling into your own softly, you could feel him so deeply inside you. Kissing your cervix expertly and when he finally finds your sweet spot, he smirks, repeatedly hitting it as your moans picked up, breathy whines mixing with each other as he couldn’t get enough of your sweetness, kissing every inch of skin accessible to him.

He swore he’s never met anyone as precious to him as you. His body, whenever connected to yours, felt like it was empowered. Like both of your energies created this one huge ball of enigmatic power. He knew you were close, by the way you tightened around him, the way your cheeks blushed and your chest reddened. The way his name rolled of your tongue so sweetly was pushing him to his own release, and within a few more thrusts, for the first time in awhile both of you finish together.

“God I can never get enough of you” he chuckles, pulling out.

“I hope so, cause you’re stuck with me for life.”

He looked back at you as he rolled back onto his side of the pickup, pulling the blanket over you a little more, and the way he looked at you, was the way many women dreamed to be looked at by a man.

“So do you think you’re pregnant?”.

And though his iQ is high, sometimes he can be a little dumb, and by the way you’re laughing, he’s glad he is.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this!!!

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Jungkook | Storms

Summary: Jungkook is afraid of storms, but it’s the middle of the night.

Pairing: None

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 800 something

Warnings: My depiction of a storm isn’t graphic (at all), so I guess it’s okay to read even if you do have astraphobia. But you can totally skip if you want to 😊

Enjoy!

He was the Golden Maknae. Good at anything and everything. He was brave, determined, and passionate. And people loved him because of this. But they didn't know one thing. He was afraid too. Of storms. Well, storms and microwaves, but yeah. And he thought that his fear— no, phobia— was the worst thing ever, because right now, he was curled up in his bed, his thick furry blanket around his shoulders, shivering, not only because of the storm, but also because of the cold. It all started when he came out of his bathroom, toweling his hair dry. They all had spent all their day recording and learning a new choreography. He was exhausted and cold, despite all the sweat, so the first thing he did when he came home was take a warm shower. Carelessly throwing the towel somewhere, he threw himself on his bed.

He groaned slightly and dragged himself up to his pillow. Pulling the blanket up to his chest, he snuggled with a pillow, falling asleep quickly. But that sleep lasted for just half an hour.

He was woken up by a very loud roar. It was distant, but he felt it as if it was just next to his ear. The slight rumble that followed the sound confirmed his suspicions; it was a thunderstorm. He cursed under his breath, half expecting Seokjin to scold him, even in this situation. He was brought out of his thoughts when it started raining heavily. He loved the rain, but put thunder in the mix, and it was his worst nightmare.

He figured that if he fell asleep, the thunder would cease to matter anymore, so he tried to do just that. He laid down slowly, covering everything but his head with his blanket. He closed his eyes, but every time he did so, lightning flashed before his eyes. He was starting to sweat buckets despite the cold.

He thought about going to his hyungs, but immediately shot down the idea. They didn't know he was afraid of storms, and this was the partial reason he didn't want to get up. Another was the it was very late and his hyungs were tired and would be sleeping. He didn't want to disturb them. He decided to tell his hyungs about his phobia the next day, so he wouldn't have to care about all of this.

So, he just laid there, cowering in fear. It took a particularly loud boom which was considerably closer to their dorms for him to shift to the corner of his bed, wrapping the blanket around himself. He didn't know how long he just sat there, doing nothing. Every minute felt like an hour to him, every second slowly ticking away. Remove the thunder and rain it would've been eerily quite.

He got surprised when the door opened, and a pink head peeked him. "Jungkookie?"

"J-Jimin hyung?" He could see the confusion on his hyung's face. "Jungkookie!" Jimin came in and sat on the bed. "You okay?"

"I—" Jungkook debated telling his hyung, "I'm just afraid of storms. Why are you here hyung?"

Jimin was about to say something, but instead chose to reply to his question, not wanting to make the younger awkward. "The heating in our room isn't working, and the storm won't let us sleep on peace, so me and Hobi hyung were checking if anyone was awake or had enough space on their bed for us."

Jungkook was about to offer him to sleep there, but Hoseok peeped in. "Jimin? Jungkook?" Both the boys looked at him. "What's going on? Why aren't you sleeping Jungkookie?" Hoseok came in and sat on the bed too. "He's got astraphobia, it seems." Jimin replied for him, seeing the younger boy was still shaken up. Another dangerously close noise sounded again, telling them that the thunder was getting nearer.

Jimin made his way towards Jungkook, who was visibly shaking now, and hugged the boy. Soon, Hoseok joined in. "I wish this bed was big enough for all three of us."

"Guys?" They all looked at the door once more, only to find a very annoyed and worried Seokjin standing there, arms crossed. "It's one thing to not sleep but it's another to make a commotion in the middle of the night."

Seokjin seated himself next to Jungkook, wrapping the big blanket around himself too, and listened to Hoseok explain the whole situation."You both sleep here. Jungkook, come with me." The youngers obliged.

Soon, all the preparations were made. Jungkook followed his eldest hyung out of his room as the other two laid down in his bed. "You okay now?" Seokjin turned around to get comfy and settled down facing Jungkook. "Yes, hyung. Thank you. And sorry for disturbing your sleep." Jungkook snuggled in closer.

"Why didn't you ever tell us, Kookie?"

"The situation never occurred."

Seokjin patted his head a couple of times, and pecked his forehead. "Go to sleep."

It's safe to say that the rest of the members' phones were filled with cute pictures of Seokjin and Jungkook sleeping all cuddled up.

In This Rain

Genre:  Mafia (AU), Action, Suspense/Thriller, Smut

Mature content

Word Count: 4,962k

Characters: Police Captain!Namjoon, Police Officer! Reader, Mafia Boss! Jungkook.

Warning: mentions of drug use, graphic violence, language, oral sex, penetrative sex, implied dom!reader, emotional manipulation, mention of psychopathic characters, implied torture

Synopsis:  You admire your captain, your beloved Capt. Kim Namjoon. You admire him so much that you wanted to be by his side always, well, quite literally. Under his office desk, inside his apartment, on his bed and even on his dangerous mission against a vicious Mafia leader named Jeon Jungkook.

He’s been so obsessed in Jungkook, his formidable enemy on his entire career, that he’s been trying to apprehend him for years. Until both of you uncovered an unsettling truth as to why he always slithers: there’s a mole within your department.

Namjoon kicked the door hard with his combat boots, took cover immediately from the wall behind him, before aiming his gun to the direction of the open entryway.

“Freeze!” he shouted.

Yet he was the one that was left frozen at the scene. Two men, thin as a stick, were staring blankly at the ceiling. Clearly passed out with rubbers wrapped around their arms, old scabs and fresh jabs on their skin. Several discarded needles were left lying on the floor.

They look so oblivious from the presence of Namjoon and his team that you can’t help but call him out “Namjoon, I think we’re late” you shook your head, as you watched their cold and drugged out bodies sitting on a plastic chair, heads resting on the air.

“We are, they’re both dead” Hoseok said after checking their pulse. He stared at them for a moment, as if saying a prayer as he shuts their eyes gently with his finger.

Namjoon walked around the room and picked a used foil and a paper with logo of a lotus flower “Jungkook…” he mumbled to himself as he crumpled the paper and threw it on the floor in fury.

“Are you sure it’s him?” you went to pick it up and checked. It was definitely the symbol of his organized syndicate.

“Positive” Namjoon’s blood suddenly rushed in and felt nauseous at the thought, as he shut his eyes, hoping that he was wrong about it.

“It was a close one...” Hoseok rummaged through the pockets of the two men, but he found none.

“I was so sure, they’ll be here. Him and his men. But why does it look like they knew... You think” you shut your eyes and gasped, realizing what Namjoon might have just thought of earlier. “there’s a mole within the Department?” you continued, slowly turning around to see Namjoon’s reaction. His face turned grim and just weakly nodded.

“I trust that you two would keep this a secret, until we find who it is…” Namjoon swore. It wasn’t about money or his ego any longer, he wanted to end this. For years. Whatever this was, he wanted to stop people from dying, stop wasting innocent lives, end the fear of women and children always being on the brink of death.

“Roger” Hoseok nodded.

“Roger, Captain!” you blinked and stood up. You and Hoseok tapped Namjoon’s shoulder, assuring him that you two were on his side. Always on his side.

You and Hoseok stood behind closed doors, but it was very apparent that the chiefs and the  Department heads were clearly upset at the result of your team’s recent mission.

“Goddamit! We told you to think things through Kim and you blew it! You got one shot! One fucking shot, and you didn’t even get to meet a single strand of his hair!” the deputy chief exclaimed.

“What a waste of the city tax, really, you haven’t given us any valuable result” the Department head, fixed his paper and put everything inside his briefcase.

Namjoon just stood there, taking every thing silently. He was called names before, been spatted, got hit, everything. He’s the man who’s been through all horrible things and yet he still took it in. No wonder why you’ve like this guy, there’s something incredibly attractive about an underdog filled with potentials. It’s as if you’re hearing a club of hyenas around a lion, waiting for it to roar. He was the kind of leader you want to solemnly swear your loyalty, and that was the reason why you were there.

After the sham meeting, you and Hoseok just followed Namjoon towards your office room. He was clearly angry and frustrated, as well. But more than that he was determined to find another chance to get close to Jungkook . Namjoon went to his desk silently, and studied recent reports and profiles of people on his desk, piled and unkept.

Hoseok, feeling unnecessarily guilty, excused himself to get the team sandwiches from a nearby store.

You on the other hand, had something in mind to ease Namjoon’s frustration. “Hey there” you whispered on his ear. “Not here, Y/N. Not today” his eyes still concentrated on the screen. You gently pressed his shoulders, unbothered at his plea and made gentle circular motion, caressing his stiff shoulder blades. You slowly crouched down to kiss his ears and traced it down his neck. “You know what reminds me of your stiffness?” you chuckled.

“I said stop!” his quick reflex surprised you, as he held on to your wrist. His eyes stern, full of resolved. You stood up, and knew that he wasn’t up for any games.

“I just heard everything from the meeting. It’s hard to miss.” You folded your arms, as you watched him turn his back on you again and type disordered words on his screen. “Try, typing Gwangjin-gu, April 16…” you reached out for his hands to guide his finger from each letter on the keyboard, as he suddenly groaned softly to the sensation of your warm hands.

You smirked, seeing him freeze for a second. You crouched back down again and slowly reached for his legs hiding underneath his desk. “You know, it takes Hoseok about half an hour to get back? No one’s around. I’m sure you needed to let loose of that tension” you spoke softly, while caressing his legs. He slowly turned around from his seat and opened his legs.

“Give me 10 minutes tops, Captain” you smirked as you knelt down, and unclasped his belt.

Namjoon just stared at you blankly for a second, thoughtless and unsure. But as soon as he felt the warmth that you give right in the middle of his legs, he cursed and responded in pure ecstasy. You watched him toss his head and covered his mouth, trying not to cry out your name, but you love it. You love seeing your beloved Captain, the one people look up with so much pride and respect, becomes susceptible to your touch.

You were lounging in the smoking area during your break time, even though you aren’t smoker. You just like being outside, on a bench, and beside a vending coffee machine where you could refill your own cup.

“Hm, Sun Tzu’s Art of War” you heard Namjoon’s voice from behind. You nodded in agreement, as you finished the last line of the page and flipped it to the next.

“Read this about 9 times, still holds true” you replied, not leaving your gaze towards the book.

“I got a lead” he pulled out his cup from the vending machine and scoot beside you on the bench. You closed your book and turned to face him. Namjoon peered behind you, and looked around before he dropped the name “Seokjin”. You squint your eyes, trying to figure out how Namjoon arrived at his conclusion.

“You mean Kim Seokjin from the Hi-tech Crime Unit?” you spoke softly towards him, making sure no one hears even when it was only the two of you in the area.

He nodded, grinning. “I always wonder how he received information about them, everyone in his unit is as competent as he is but he would always get the best lead”

You smiled, finally beginning to piece things together. “It does seem odd Namjoon. It doesn’t make sense, but it does seem bizarre? How does he get those information?” you stared at Namjoon and smirked “I never thought of that, Captain. As always, that’s pretty smart of you to---”

“Y/N!” you heard someone call.

“Speak of the devil” you smiled at Namjoon then at Seokjin.

“Meet you after office hours?” Seokjin ran up to you, handing you a bag of sandwich. Namjoon tilt his head in confusion.

“Yeah sure” you blushed, turning your head to the floor at Seokjin’s sweet gesture.

“Y/N, are you…. Are you two going out? Since when?” Namjoon stood up, puzzled at the scenario. Clearly, you have left him out of the picture, but it’s not like you owe him anything. Besides weren’t you two clear about the position you two are in? Just colleagues trying to help each other out? Out of convenience?

“Kind of like that. Well, you never asked about our private lives, Cap” you chuckled. Not that he doesn’t care, but you know how much he respects his colleague’s personal space. Well, except on some occasion when you two needed to satisfy each other’s need. “Give me a minute, I just need to talk to my superior” you faced Seokjin for a moment and watched him wait for you at a distance.

“Cap, I’m sorry.” You cleared your throat and continued “The news surprised me too, and I didn’t know how to tell you. Can you trust me? I’ll try to look on to this. I swear, feelings won’t get involved. If I happen to find anything that might point a connection against Seokjin and Jungkook, I’ll let you know immediately”

“And what if he is? Are you okay with it? You know what will happen if he becomes part of our custody” he asked, worriedly.

You shut your eyes and nodded “I’m aware. I’ve been seeing him Jin for half a month now. It’s nothing compared to you, Cap” you looked down, refusing to look back at him, not when you just confessed your feelings for him albeit indirectly.

“Y/N…” he spoke softly.

“You don’t have to say anything.” You shook your head “I know this is purely work, lives are on the line…” You begrudgingly replied, then you paused. “That’s why I’ll make sure I’ll get compensated well on this” you slowly turned your gazed at him, now smirking.

“I can only pay what the government give--- ” you stopped him mid-sentence by pointing a finger on his lip, raising yourself up, tip-toed.

“Not that silly” He tilt his head again in confusion. “You, wrapped around my fingers. Go figure.” You whispered on his ear and chuckled. You turned around, and left him wondering on his own. It took him a moment before he realized what you meant. He bashfully chuckled at the thought.

After spending more time with Seokjin for months, you’ve finally gathered valuable information to report directly to Namjoon, which entails you in meeting him straight to his own apartment each night.

“Are you ready for tomorrow?” he asked, as he gathered his boxer he left from the floor. You remained still in bed, panting after doing a marathon with Namjoon. Namjoon opened his window to let the cold breeze enter his dull room.

You turned sideways and watched him moved out from the bed, savoring his bareness. “Nearly, ready”

He tied his discarded condom and threw it on the trash bin “Y/N, whatever happens tomorrow. I just want to let you know that I---” he paused, trying to construct what he was about to say.

You sat up, despite remaining bare “Shh” You reached him out for a kiss.

“If things goes bad tomorrow, I want you to know that you mean so much to me” he took your wrist and kissed the back of your hand, his lips pressed hard as if hoping that his pure intentions will get through your skin.

You shook you head. “Aren’t I just a colleague, Namjoon?” you smiled weakly, reminding him of the reality that you are just there for him… for his own convenience.

He cupped your cheek and kissed you again. “You’re my partner, in everything Y/N”

You parted and smile. “I’m glad you feel that way” you pushed him back to bed, and pulled his boxers off again, almost ripping it to two. You wanted to let him know he wasn’t wrong, about feeling that you are his.

He was clearly surprised at your reaction, and flustered upon seeing you right above him. You smiled, amused at the view. To see your beloved Captain in such a vulnerable position. And like a clockwork, you sat comfortably on his waist as you pulled his wrists towards you. You forced his palms open with yours and directed it to your chest, letting him feel you again.

You closed your eyes, as you let him cup you gently “Captain..” you breathed his name while you shut your eyes, and began moving your hips slowly.

“Shit” he quickly got hard again, and you felt that. You felt his excitement again after you shamelessly teased your beloved Captain. You took a sealed condom from  the bed side table and placed it on his harden length. He pulled one of his hand away and held on to it, then guided his length towards your entrance. You opened your eyes and smile.

“Ready for a second?” you asked. You watched him nod, as he began to push it in within you,  both of you cursed almost synchronously at the ecstatic sensation. You tossed your head, and began moving your hips.

He held on to your waist, and you relished on it. You relished the way your Captain held on to you, you relished at the sight of seeing someone strong like him depended on you for comfort and affirmation. Exhilarated at the view of him below you, exhilarated at the thought of your own superior, down at your mercy.

Seokjin informed the Investigation Department again, which the assignment was promptly relayed again to your team: “Apprehend Jungkook and his men in #32 Namdo Building Gangseo-gu District”

At the same time, Namjoon informed the Investigation Department of his suspicion against Seokjin.

“You sure, Kim? If you’re wrong about this, not only will you lose Seokjin’s trust but your whole credibility as a Captain…” Mr. Song, one of the Investigation head, reminded Namjoon.

“I am certain sir. One of my partner, Y/N, was able to gather pieces of evidence that may point out his guilt in conniving with Jeon Jungkook” he bowed and handed him a manilla envelope containing the things you took from Seokjin, secretly.

“Very well, we will take Seokjin in to custody after I examine these things. Good luck on your mission” he bid Namjoon good luck as he watched Namjoon ran towards his car while it rained.

“Point A to D clear” you heard Hoseok speak from you and Namjoon’s ear piece.

“Copy” you subtly replied from your microphone hidden inside your shirt. “Ready, Mr. Kim?” you fixed his necktie inside the car. He didn’t reply, his eyes were burning with hatred. You’ve never seen him this determined to be able to see Jungkook, his formidable enemy, finally in the flesh.

You and Namjoon, took great lengths over these past few weeks to be able to secure a seat on this secret meeting with the boss himself, Jeon Jungkook. Despite at his tender age of 22, he was able to amass a fortune more than his father and his forefathers could ever gain. And now at the age of 24, he was able to bring down all his enemies. Rumor has it, he would clear out his enemy’s entire family line so that no one could ever attempt to take revenge against the whole Jeon family.

But Namjoon was ready to risk it all, even if his own family was on the line. He was willing to wager everything he has, just to end his lunacy. Yet he still couldn’t bring to himself the idea of risking and losing you against Jeon.

“Y/N, if anything goes bad, I want you to run as far as you could. Away from this, okay? You know how vindictive Jungkook can be” he stared at you, longingly.

“Joon” you shook your head and corrected yourself “I mean Captain, I’m trained to face whatever remember? Whatever happens, I’ll show up. It’s part of my job---”

“Okay, lovebirds, enough chit-chat. You know this is recorded right? We’ll be handling our conversation to the heads, unless you wanted to let them know about your secret affair or whatever this is… God, it’s awkward listening to you two!” Hoseok said on the other line.

You chuckled. “Can we have this off-record? Anyway, he’s right Captain. Time’s running. You need to get to your sit there now, as Mr. Kim the representative of Fiery Brothel of Songpa-gu District. I’ll stay here, make sure everything is working according to plan, alright?” you pat his collar and checked his ear piece if it was greatly secured. “All dashing and ready!” you smiled at him.

Namjoon introduced himself as Mr. Kim to a man in red suit “I speak on behalf of my superior Mr. Co, who manages Fiery Brothel in Songpa-gu owned by the Jeon” The man in red suit just nod and led you inside the building.

At first, Namjoon was confused as to why he was led inside a burger chain. Then he turned to the left hallway and entered inside the “authorized personnel staff room”, Namjoon followed. The room was cramped and filled with cleaning tools, food and personal hygiene products and other things.

The man pulled out the fire extinguisher from the glass box, where he found a button hidden behind it. He suddenly pressed it twice, paused then thrice, paused then once. It was a secret code. The wall started to separate from top to bottom, unfurling another secret entryway that leads to a speakeasy bar-cum-opium den.

Namjoon quickly recognized few faces around, from the head of the other government department, to local celebrities, even the sons and daughter of influential businessmen were there. Gambling, out of wits, high from the aroma of opium mixed with other things.

They continued to walk, the man in red suit clearly unbothered, as if it was regular business. Namjoon gulped and tried to calm himself, putting a mental note on everything he saw and commit it to his memory. He’ll be needing it once he get his hands on Jungkook. Everything he sees right now, everything he owns, he wanted to see him lose it. He wanted his downfall. he was confident that after that night he’ll finally put everything to its end.

“This is as far as I can lead you sir” the man stopped in front of the door, bowed and opened it for Namjoon.

There it was the high table. Only 6 men, sitting on each side of the table, making him the last and the seventh member to the meeting. His heart was pounding fast, hands starting to grow cold, shaking uncontrollably. Little sweat beads were forming behind his neck, it’s as if he was drugged and out of wits as well, except his feeling was driven by his own fear.

Just a few second upon entering, he saw Taehyung and Jimin enter first from the front door of the room. He presumed it was an exclusive entryway for Jungkook and his trusted men, in case something bad happens, but nothing bad ever happened when they’re there. Taehyung and Jimin were his only trusted men. They were skilled, precise, ruthless and cold to the core. They would blindly kill anyone and even everyone for Jungkook, even if it cost their lives.

Jimin, narrowed his eyes towards Namjoon while he chew on his bubblegum. Taehyung, on the other hand, watched the other men shake in fear too. All were waiting for the boss himself to enter the room.

The room was white and bare, almost blinding to the eyes. The only color that was present are their ashen faces (except Taehyung and Jimin), their black clothes and the long dark-red oaken wood table and its matching chair. And finally, he was there, all in flesh.

No longer a picture posted on his office walls. No longer a dream, that woke up him up each night in fright. This was Jeon Jungkook.  Young, tall, handsome, almost perfect that he can pass up as a god. Well, technically, he is, because he is the kind who plays like one. Because any mistake they omit in his presence can swiftly translate to a painful death.

Everyone rose from their seat to show their respect and fear towards him. Jungkook smiled. Too kind and too sweet, as if he looked innocent. But everyone knew better, he wasn’t the slightest bit of it. When he sat from his chair on the front, everyone followed, except Jimin and Taehyung who stood there to watch over.

Jungkook listened to each person during the meeting, he was attentive, alert and smart. He was the kind of leader that would bring shame to the whole police department, perhaps the whole country. Everything that runs out of his mouth were well-thought, intelligible and thorough. He didn’t leave a single issue unresolved, and the men quickly took note of it. The men were so scared that they just nodded without any further question. Jungkook like things brief, and hated being interrupted. The moment he finds someone that annoys him, Taehyung, a sharp shooter, will place a single bullet straight through their head. Not even letting them finish their first word.

“Actually, I’m sure you are all aware of the situation you are in right now, don’t you? I called everyone for a meeting because some of you are doing a very, very poor job” he grinned at everybody, nose a bit scrunched, like a harmlessly little bunny pouncing sunshine on each person on the table. Yet everyone looked down, nervous and grim. So did Namjoon.

Namjoon wasn’t aware of it. Neither anyone on the team. What was Jungkook thinking? Did he knew? Did Seokjin informed him that they’ll be attempting to take him in? Sh--

“Shit!” one of them men screamed in fear as he tried to ran towards the door, but before he could take another step from his sit, Jimin managed to throw his dagger in his head which passed through his eye and pinned his body down the floor.

“Tsk” Jungkook shook his head in disappointment. “Atleast, we were able to eliminate a coward in this group. Anyone wants to follow?” he raised his eyebrow as he chuckled again. Clearly entertained at the sight of blood.

No one dared to speak, not even a sound of whimper. “Very well, now that no one wants to speak for themselves, I would, for everyone’s behalf. I need to keep my business flowing, and you all are doing a terrible job. Thus, it’s unfortunate to inform everyone in this room that no one will survive today…” Right upon hearing it, Taehyung fired his gun towards 3 other men on his side and Jimin with his daggers flying and pinning the remaining 2 heads to the wall on his side, simultaneously and precise. “Except you, Kim Namjoon.” He blinks slowly and smiled at his direction.

“How does it feel to finally meet your nightmare?” he stood up and went to his direction.

Suddenly, Namjoon heard Hoseok cursing on the other end “Namjoon, it’s a trap! They knew! If you’re still there, run! Quickly! The mole told everything about us!”

“Where’s Y/N?” Namjoon asked Hoseok, but you only heard noises from his end.

“Y/N?” Jungkook asked. “You know I don’t like it when I don’t have someone’s full attention”

“Where is she? My partner! Did you take her? Did you kill her?” Namjoon immediately stood up from his seat, demanding Jungkook for an answer. Jimin swiftly threw his dagger to pin Namjoon’s legs back to his seat while Namjoon cried in shock and pain .

“You know I wouldn’t dare you pissing Jimin any longer Namjoon, unlike Taehyung he doesn’t have much patience. If you try to move again, I swear the next time will be a bullet from Taehyung’s gun and it’s far more painful than Jimin’s knife… and I can’t assure you where he wants to aim it. Sit” he spoke calmly, and strangely alluring yet intimidating.

Hoseok spoke again “The mole is here! Seokji----- scchhhht” Taehyung went to Namjoon side and pulled the ear piece away from him, threw it on the floor and stepped on it.

“Where is she?!” Namjoon demanded, eyes intensely fixated on Jungkook.

Taehyung crouched down and slapped his mouth. “You’re not asked to speak” he took the broken ear piece from the floor and pushed it inside Namjoon’s mouth “You better listen!”

Namjoon gagged a bit and spit the shattered pieces “Enough Taehyung, I bet he’s got it” Jungkook commanded.

“You and Seokjin will pay for what you did to Y/N!” he screamed, his fear already absent upon realizing the possibility of losing you for good.

“Seokjin? Who is he?” Jungkook chuckled. “While, it’s true there’s a mole within you” he sat on the table, just inches away Namjoon. “It’s not Seokjin, whoever he may be, I never met the guy. He sounded like a nice guy” he shrugs, still smiling. “Give you a clue, try to think who is out of reach right now?” he taps his temple.

Namjoon paused. When he realized who it was, his blood rushed up to his head, leaving him cold, nauseated and in pain. “No, it can’t be”

There you were, entering the room from the door in front of everyone inside. Safe and unharmed “Hey love, I miss you so much!” you quickly ran towards Jungkook and jumped to give him a long pressing kiss.

“No… but why?” Namjoon’s eyes started to cloud with his own tears.

“Love, why don’t you tell him?” Jungkook pouted as he turned to face you, and pulled you in closer, letting you sit on his lap.

“Well, I got bored here. I decided I want to play police. That’s why I’m here, but I got bored too, so I decided to come back” you smiled at Namjoon then at Jungkook “to you, love”

Jungkook chuckled, his nose scrunched again in a bunny like manner, as he point his finger against your nose and tapped it “That’s my girl, isn’t she cute when she gets bored?” he asked Namjoon.

“But everything, what we’ve been through, were they all lies?”

You shook your head still smiling “Not everything, no. Well, except everything about Seokjin, and the brothel and Mr.Co…” you rolled your eyes, sluggishly “Didn’t I tell you I’ll make sure everything goes according to plan? I mean, my plan that is…” you shrugged.

“How?” Namjoon’s head fell to his chest, clearly desperate, praying that everything he was hearing from you weren’t true.

“Well for starters, it’s really not hard to fake documents, my background then my history… You’ve seen the opium den earlier didn’t you? The head of National Office Record is pretty much a regular these days, we just gave him a little freebies and then we’re good. But you sir, you were pretty interesting, I really had a great time!” you nodded.

“It was actually me who subtly planted the idea that it was Seokjin, it was me who gave Seokjin information, the exact location and a glimpse of our plan, well without telling him I am part of the group that is” you playfully traced your finger on Jungkook’s neck, letting Namjoon watch while he aches at everything. The reality that was unfolding before him.

“I was the one who curated random stuff as your evidence, made up stories about a non-existent Mr. Co and the Fiery Brothel in Songpa-gu, reserved a seat for you in the meeting and voila!  You’re here! Isn’t great, love?” you gave Jungkook a peck on his lips and he nodded.

“Y/N” Namjoon cried

“You know Namjoon? I really like you, that’s pretty much true. But this man right here” you turn to Jungkook and playfully squeezed his cheek “I love him so much, I’m willing to give my life for him. That’s the difference. To be by your side, quite literally and to be by his side, forever, wherever I may be” Jungkook giggled at your declaration for his love.

“Please say it’s a lie! Tell me, you’re being forced by him, just say it. Please, I love you!” Namjoon screamed

“Stop, Namjoon” you watched him in pity. “Didn’t I tell you? We’re just bunch of colleagues…”

“Boss, what are you going to do with him?” Jimin’s eyes remained focused against Namjoon while he pops his gum.

“Love, what do you plan?” Jungkook gazed at you lovingly, while he was fixing your hair.

“He’s where he is supposed to be. A captain who just lost the trust of his superior and his men, just because of a woman. Isn’t it a tragic story, the story of a naïve pawn? This way love, you’ll be able to move freely with your business.” You stared at Jungkook’s lips, resisting to kiss him while he revel at your impregnable intellect.

“As usual, impressive as always” Jungkook nods as he kissed you again. “Let him live, so he’ll be able to tell our tale, a precautionary one to not screw with us”

“Y/N” Namjoon pleaded.

“Namjoon, you were the best Captain really. Thank you for the memories” you smiled.

Then Taehyung swiftly hit Namjoon in the face, leaving him unconscious, but only for a while.

Namjoon blinked at the sensation of rain drop falling over his face. Next thing he knew, people in scrubs were rushing towards him, raised him up from the pavement outside the hospital and secured his tired body on a stretcher.

“Sir, are you okay? Do you know where you are? Do you remember who left you here?” Namjoon was so oblivious at the moment, that he just tried to pull himself up to see if everything that happened earlier was a dream.

Until something fell from the inside of his coat. He picked it up “The Art of War by Sun Tzu?” he opened a page and saw a little note from you that says

“An enemy of my enemy is my FRIEND :) - Y/N”

Even when this rain stops, when the clouds go away I stand here, just the same Without saying anything, looking at the world There, a not so beautiful me is looking at myself In this rain In this rain

Rain by BTS

A/N: Thank you for giving time and reaching this far. This is my first attempt in making a smut fic so please be kind >.< This fic is actually my birthday gift for Slyn (SLL-AW Fictions) she’s a writer from YT who pushed me to try doing one too. Her bias is Jungkook so, naturally, the story ended with Y/N falling in the arms of Jungkook.

This is also nod and an attempt to honor one of my all time favorite fanfic, the BEST EVER CREATED on the internet about BTS: “House of Card by Sugamins” (if you know, you know 😉 )

I am so whipped for Master Jeon Jungkook that I just 👁️👄👁️. I didn’t want to recreate the verse, because I just can’t... I could never. House of Card is like a whole level of superiority and I’m just...a nursery...

Although, I borrowed the dark environment and the emotions involved in the characters... but I am totally disclaiming it to be a part of the verse. I’m a huge fan, I’m sorry I’m geeking out 😭 (Sugamins if you ever see this, I love you and thank you!! 😭 huge fan!!)

Slyn’s favorite genre are mafia, action, and romance (specifically with Jungkook). She’s aware of House of Cards too so yeah..

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed “In The Rain” :).

PS.  If you haven’t read “House of Card” please do! It’s on a03! Google it! BUT YOU HAVE TO BE 18 and above... and open to like practically everything! Read the warning signs first before you proceed. But I swear, it’s the best out there!!! (you’ll know why it hit a million views once you finished. That fic should be in a book, and I’ll gladly buy several copies!

ALSO, I’m so sorry for making Y/N a villain/psychopath. As well as Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung. Forgive me. It was raining hard one day while listening to Rain on by BTS and the ending scene just came up to my mind and I happen to work on it since... :<

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Physical compensation

This is my first time writing fanfiction ('cause writing on Wattpad at twelve years old doesn't count, right?) so take it easy on me, pls. Also, wanted to point out that English is not my first language, you are most likely going to find thousands of grammar errors here, I apologize. 

Pairing: Taehyung x OC

Summary: Taehyung and Florence spend some quality time together before meeting Jimin and Gabin.

Word Count:  1696

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, voyeurism, intercourse, creampie, aftercare

                                              OoOo (오넷) - Closer

                                                        ⏮⏸⏭

Florence checked her reflection on the mirror before opening the door to Taehyung. He smiled at her. It had been a week since they last saw each other and her heart raced at the sight of him as if that was their first date.

“Hey, you!” Tae said, wrapped in Len's arms. "I didn't expect such an effusive greeting" he continued, bending down a little to press his lips against hers.

"It's. Been. A. Week. Since. I. Last. Saw. You" Len explained, giving him a peck after each word. “Besides, I'm going to meet your best friend and his girlfriend for the first time. I’m freaking out, ok? Anxiety does weird things to me”.

"Waaa, Len-ah! You should have told me before that getting nervous would make you throw yourself into my arms and kiss me so much" He said speaking in satoori.

Florence punched him on the arm jokingly and pulled him into the apartment, not even letting him take off his shoes. Determined to spend some quality time alone, Taehyung had arranged to meet Jimin and his girlfriend Gabin an hour later. There was no denying that he had missed her. Much. But his trip to Japan with the members had been great, even ARMY commented on how happy he looked lately.

“How did it go?” Florence asked, guiding him toward the small sofa.

"Great. But I already told you that." Taehyung replied, taking off his shoes. "How was your presentation?"

"Well... Amazingly well actually" She said straightening her back. Strands of her long, wavy brown hair fell forward as she placed her arms between her crossed legs to lean toward him."Sunbae is delighted with my idea. Any day now, my banner and my - well our - slogan will be everywhere, I feel it."

"It's all yours," Taehyung muttered, gently tucking Len's hair behind her ear. "The slogan, I mean"

The girl smiled. They hadn't been together for too long, yet she felt closer to Taehyung than she had ever felt with any of her ex-boyfriends. They hadn't even said "I love you" to each other. Florence could have told him, she had fallen in love with him quickly and passionately —like all artists do or at least that’s what her mother would have told her — but she had decided to wait until she was completely sure and that it was not a temporary infatuation.

It wasn’t.

Taehyun looked at her as she looped one leg over his, sitting on his lap. "What a relief" she said slowly. "I couldn't have paid you the royalties".

"Lucky you," Tae replied, dragging his hands from her knees to her waist. "However, I wouldn’t object some physical compensation"

“I see”

Their lips met, Len moved her lips slowly against Taehyung's, in the same rhythm as her hips rocked back and forth brushing their crotches.

“Bed” She murmured, getting up from his lap. Her room was only separated from the living room / kitchen by a small white bookcase that wanted to give the feeling of separation between those spaces.

Len went to the desk in front of the bed, and left her phone there playing some soft and sensual music. Taehyung came closer, as she set it up. Resting his lips on the girl's neck and the tip of his nose brushing her earlobe.

"So pretty," he said running his hands from her shoulders to her collarbones and down, between her breasts. "So fucking sexy" he continued as he cupped them on his big hands.

Florence took a step to the side, exposing the two of them in front of the mirror that covered the small space between the corner of the room and the window. It hadn't taken her long to realize that Taehyung liked being able to see what he was doing to her, almost as if he was watching an erotic movie. And she couldn't lie, being able to see made her even more horny.

"What do we have here" his voice deep and slow as he unfastened the buttons of her crop top and lower the cups of her bra, leaving her breasts exposed beautifully held by the piece of clothing.

“Whatever you want, I can make it happen” Taehyung sang completely covering the sweet and slow voice of the singer.

His hands roamed her breasts, stroking them, squeezing them, playing with her nipples. Florence closed her eyes, feeling the tips of his fingers. His lips found her neck again, leaving little wet kisses. Her skin got goose bump, feeling his lips, his breath... She moaned and pulled her arms back, combing his now long black hair.

“You wanted physical compensation, didn't you?” Florence said before guiding Taehyung's head towards her and bringing their lips together.

He pulled away for a moment, fixing his big dark eyes on her. "I thought that was what I was getting right now" he said with a smirk.

Florence smirked back at him and pushed herself away from his body. "Not at all," she replied, making Taehyung take a few steps back, "Just games". The back of his knees hit the bed and Taehyung flopped down on it.

“Just games?”

She leaned down and brought their lips together again. "Yup, just games."

Florence knelt in front of him, slowly. His bulge was visible through his black pants. Her mouth watered, it had been too long and Len longed to be able to please Taehyung with her mouth. It wasn't often that he let her take the lead, which she didn't care too much about, but when her mouth was on him... she just loved having total control over him, make him feel good.

Her hands stroked from his knees to the inside of his thighs, almost touching his bulge. Taehyung gasped, following the girl's hands with his gaze. Her index finger ran up his crotch agonizingly slow. He moved looking for more contact.

"Stay still, Taehyung-ah" Len said moving her hand away. Their eyes met and she lowered her head, still with her eyes on him, and kissed him over his pants. "I'll have to stop if you move".

He didn't say anything, but threw his head back, trying to control himself. Florence's hands soon found the button on his pants and she pulled them off along with his underwear. His cock broke free, hitting his toned abdomen to lend towards her right after at the height of her mouth.

"What do we have here" She repeated what he had said to her earlier. “I've really missed your cock”

He grabbed a pillow from the bed to put under her knees so she could be comfortable. Once in a good position, Florence reached up into his lap and started to jack him off.

“Fuck, Len”

Her mouth started to leave a little kiss trail on the inner part of Taehyung's thighs, getting closer and closer to his balls. When she was close enough she put one in her mouth, sucking and playing with it with her tongue. He pushed her hair out of her face so he could see what she was doing to him and groaned. Then she switched to the other one, still stroking his cock.

“God, babe. You feel so fucking good!”

His eyes half closed, his mouth parted, the blush on his cheeks.  Florence could feel how turned on he was, yet he was able to speak too much still. Starting at the root, Len worked her way up to the sensitive underside of his cock, right under the head. She gave that area some licks and then teased him a bit with some long slow licks up and down the shaft.

“Babe… Oh, babe please”

"Don't wanna play?" Florence said with her lips resting on the head of his cock. "You just want me to fuck you with my mouth?"

"Please"

She put her lips around the whole head of his cock and started to gently suck him off. She had always liked giving blowjobs, she felt so powerful and desirable. Taehyung seemed to particularly like them and that motivated her even more. He groaned loudly and began to move his hips up and down as Florence lowered her mouth over his cock, getting it deep inside her mouth.

“I want to fuck you, oh… babe”

Len pulled his length out of her mouth and gave him one last lick looking into his eyes. Taehyung picked her up by her armpits and laid her on the bed. They kissed sloppily, before he kisses down her body to the waistband of her denim skirt.

He pulled her skirt up to her waist and pulled her tights off along with her thong.

“So pretty” He murmured, stroking her warm and wet pussy with his fingers. “Did sucking me off get you this horny, love? I would slide right in, and I haven't even touched you that much”

“Fuck me then”

Taehyung lowered himself and sucked her clit a couple of times as he fingered her before he positioned himself in front of her entrance.

“How do you want it?”

"Rough. Be rough, Tae. Make me cum"

He slid into her with a push, they both moaned and brought their lips together. Strands of saliva linked them each time their mouths parted to see the point where their bodies met.

"Look how I bury myself inside you" moaned Taehyung "You're so wet".

He kept moving inside her, brushing her sweet spot with the head of his cock every time he slid inside her. Florence moaned and began to move her hips, very close to orgasm.

"I'm going to come, baby" she said against his lips. "Please touch me, make me come".

Taehyung rubbed her clit eagerly, feeling himself closer and closer to his orgasm.

"Come for me, babe. Clench around me".

"Taehyung!" she moaned loudly.

Taehyung hide his head in the crook of her neck as he fell her clench around him. Unable to stop himself, he cum sharply inside her with her still shaking from her own orgasm.

“We should get going" Florence said after a long kiss.

"Yeah" he muttered. "I clean you up"

The museum

This is my first time writing fanfiction ('cause writing on Wattpad at twelve years old doesn't count, right?) so take it easy on me, pls. Also, wanted to point out that English is not my first language, you are most likely going to find thousands of grammar errors here, I apologize. 

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Pairing: Namjoon x OC

Summary: After two years Namjoon and Nabi meet again, this time in Seoul.

Word Count:  928

Warnings: None

2 years later…

Namjoon entered the next room. This was filled with works of his favorite abstract painter. The blue, withe and brown colors gave him a gratifying sense of peace.

It was the first week after the world tour that he had done with the other members. He had loved every second, but it felt good to be back home. And it was even better when he could have a little free time and visit different places without having to worry about his busy schedule.

He found a painting in the corner of the room especially interesting. The colors of this one, unlike the others, were bright. Red, orange, yellow... it looked like a sea of leaves on a windy day. In wonder, he stared at it for a long time. So much so that he only heard the steps and the voice of a woman when a group of people entered the room.

"... with his work he wanted to materialize his deep depression and relate it to the seasons of the year. For this reason we can see many of them in blue and ..."

Namjoon turned abruptly when he recognized the voice. Two years had passed and still he could remember that girl. Her appearance was exotic, she didn’t look white but didn’t look Asian either. Her hair was much shorter than the last time he had seen her and it had been dyed a silver color that gave her a modern yet elegant touch. Despite being far away, Namjoon could see her big round hazel eyes and full lips, half covered by the head mic.

The group of North European women and men listened attentively throughout the explanation before beginning to pace the room. Namjoon wondered if he should approach her, the last time he had seen her she had shot out of the restaurant loaded with garbage bags, trying to avoid him. The sexual tension had been there, of that he was sure. They had shared some of the best sex of his life despite having been fast and in the bathroom of a restaurant. In addition, he had been completely captivated by her way of speaking. She spoke to the members so confidently, so full of knowledge, that Namjoon couldn't help but feel a connection to her.

"Fuck it," he told himself.

With his hands in the pockets of his overolls Namjoon walked over to her.

Nabi felt someone behind her and turned before that person could say anything.

"Yes sir?" She said seconds before her eyes met the young man's.

"Hello" said Namjoon.

The girl's eyes widened in complete surprise. Namjoon realized that he had held his breath, if she hadn't remembered him he would have felt like an idiot.

"Hello"

"Do you work here now?" He asked, trying to start a conversation.

Nabi looked at him for a long time. She couldn't believe it. It had been a long time and what they had shared had been fleeting, but she remembered it very well. In fact trying to forget it would have been stupid, since she had moved to Seoul, a year and a half ago, there was not a day that the faces of the BTS boys did not appear on some poster or screen on her way to the museum.

"Ah, yes" Nabi replied with a slight shake of her head. "Painting has always fascinated me more than playing to guess the famous person by their nose" she joked referring to one of the games they had played in the show where they met.

"I don't blame you, I think the same myself"

The girl smiled and Namjoon smiled back at her. It felt good to be able to talk to her. He had thought of Nabi more times than he wanted to admit, the boys had even joked about his supposed crush on her every time he lost himself in thought for a long time.

Namjoon was not someone who believed in fate, however, the fact that they had met again made him think that it had some meaning.

"Fuck it" he thought again.

"Nabi, I ..."

An older woman interrupted him, patting the girl on the back.

"Excuse me Miss, where is the toilet?”

"Oh, from here it's a bit tricky" Nabi said. "I show you the way".

Namjoon pursed his lips and tipped his head back. Both women walked away, after Nabi asked him to wait a moment. Frustrated, he stayed where he was, rocking back and forth until he saw her enter again.

“Hopefully she’ll be able to fine the way back” Nabi commented, pinning her hair behind her ear. "What were you saying?"

Namjoon shook his head trying to find the right words. "Would you like to go have a coffee?"

"That would be nice"

"Today?"

"Not on Mondays or Wednesdays" she denied making a face. "I can give you my number, any other day I would be happy to go"

Namjoon pulled his phone out of the back pocket of his overalls and offered it to the girl who quickly typed in her phone number.

"Tomorrow?" He tried again, hoping he didn't sound desperate.

Nabi looked surprised for a moment, but replied "Tomorrow sounds good."

"Then I'll come get you, if it sounds good"

"I'll see you tomorrow at six, then" Nabi said smiling. "I usually use the back exit, it's probably more convenient for you. The main street gets crowded during the sharp hours" she continued, taking a few steps back. "We should get going now".

"Okay. See you tomorrow."

Sensations | PART 1

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Chef!Yoongi

Warnings: None

You looked up at the big clock. The red numbers seemed to move at the speed of light now that there were barely twenty minutes left until time was up.

The rest of the contestants seemed relaxed. All of them had experience, some had even worked in the kitchens of the most prestigious chefs in Asia and Europe, and all you had was a diploma. Nobody ever overlooked it, your lack of experience had been mentioned at least twice in the nine episodes leading up to the final and even your kitchen seemed extremely childish, as if it had been taken out of a dollhouse, with its baby blue cabinets and pastel colored utensils.

You moved fast, cutting and pouring ingredients into the pot, checking the dessert in the oven and dressing the meat. While you were doing it you could see your grandmother, sitting behind the cameras. Her short legs barely reached the ground and her round cheeks were stained red from the heat of the stoves.

"My little girl is fierce as a lion" she had told all the neighbors. "You already know her, when something gets into her head, no one can stop her."

"Ten minutes left, chef's"

Your eyes went to the clock once more. Ten minutes. The tension could be felt in the air, the facades of tranquility with which the contestants had hidden themselves began to unravel. Whispers, small blows, grunts, sighs ... every little thing of those gave you peace of mind, no matter how much or who they had worked with, all of them were fighting to get what would be, surely, the greatest opportunity of their careers.

The clock reached zero and you, like the rest of the contestants, raised both arms. Your luck was cast. Your menu proposal was simple, a modernized traditional Korean dish and a chocolate coulant with wild berries, gracefully plated.

The four of you approached the table where the judges would taste each of your dishes. The first was Bae Shin-hye, she was in her mid-thirties and her career was admirable at best. Her dishes had an exotic touch while maintaining the essence of the Korean cuisine. Park Juwon then presented his dishes, emphasizing the great French influence of his food due to his studies in Paris. And was followed shortly after by Lee SeoJoon, his approach was somewhat more risky, moving further away from Korean cuisine and focusing more on the European. Then it was your turn.

"Our youngest contestant" Said the host of the show when you took a step forward. "Explain to us, Y/N, what you have prepared today."

Your eyes wandered between the three judges for a second. You knew them all, even before the program, you had read many articles about each of them and their work. Kim Hayun was sweet and friendly like her food, with it she was able to make you feel at home, almost as if you were eating a meal cooked by your grandmother while playing with tastes and textures. Choi Doyun had a completely different style, he understood cooking as a science, as if the ingredients were pieces of a puzzle that had to be put together. And lastly Min Yoongi. He was the youngest of the three and the one who accumulated the most awards. All the kitchen critics agreed that through his dishes Min Yoongi was able to tell a story, his cooking was much more than food, it was an experience.

Your eyes met the young man's dark eyes, before you began to speak.

"My plate is a little more traditional than that of my peers" you started. "Even so, I wanted to give it a different touch, modernize it a bit, keeping its essence"

Words kept coming out of your mouth, explaining why you decided to cook that, why its placement in a certain way, etc. until the judges taste it. Your mouth snapped shut and your eyes flicked between their faces, trying to decipher their expressions. Hayun grinned widely after taking a bite and Doyun nodded repeatedly. Your face and your whole body relaxed, being that the first time you got rid of your Poker face that day. But your gesture trembled when you looked at Chef Min. His face was impassive, almost as if he was bored. He made no approving movement, Yoongi just put his chopsticks on the table and stood up again.

The host of the program announced a break for the publicity, as the three judges left to exchange views and decide the winner. You looked back at your grandmother who raised both thumbs with a huge smile on her face. She was sure from the moment you were accepted into the show, you were going to win. You had been through too much, Grandma had said, God could only put something good in your way now. If you believed, her words would have been comforting.

You looked at the judges, away from everyone deciding the future of all of you. They talked quietly, almost as if they were talking about something as tribal as the weather, while the rest moved fast or waited, as you four did.

"And we are back" announced the host. "We have spent the last nine weeks watching our chefs fight for their place on this show. Each one of them with different dishes that represented a challenge to them. Today our judges, Min Yoongi, Kim Hayun and Choi Doyun, will decide which one of them will win the prize and a place as a chef in our judge Min Yoongi's three-star Michelin restaurant, Sensations".

Everything seemed to move very fast from that moment, when you realized it only you and Park Juwon were left in front of the judges. That was the moment, they were going to announce the winner and the other would be in second place, without a prize and without the greatest job opportunity you could dream of.

"You have all given your best every week, you have shown your ability not only to us but to the whole country. Not winning does not mean that the world ends, many doors will open for you from now on. Choose wisely" Yoongi started, addressing to all the contestants.

You looked down, unconvinced by his words. What opportunity could be presented in front of you that would be better than a fortune as a prize and a job in one of the best restaurants in South Korea?

"So ... we have seen your improvement every week, you have worked hard" Hayun started to speak, drawing your attention.

"Yes, you have done a great job" continued Doyun "Unfortunately there can only be one winner. The decision has been difficult, you both deserve first place for your work, perseverance and talent."

"The winner is..."

You turned to Juwon before Yoongi could announce the winner. He had addressed everyone when he had spoken, yet his words had seemed like an explanation. You were sure who was going to be the winner.

"Park Juwon".

You bowed to everyone, thanking them for their work and receiving congratulations on your second place on the show, before heading to your grandmother with a bouquet of flowers in your hands.

"I haven't won but..." you said, handing her the flowers. "Second place isn't bad at all, right? It's still the Top 3".

"You have done well, darling." She said, patting your hand before picking up the bouquet. "For me you are the number one."

"Well of course, what else could you say? I have inherited and learned everything from you."

"You definitely didn't get it from your mother."

"You never taught her, maybe she was a genius"

"Maybe. Unfortunately we will never know."

You smiled sadly and held out her walker. "Let's go home, Grandma"

The woman put the flowers on the seat on her walker and stood up with your help. It felt bittersweet, as if you had cooked a good dish that was missing something to be complete.

You heard someone yell your name, just as you and your grandmother started walking. You recognized the voice instantly. His appearance was completely different from just a few minutes ago. He had pulled his shirt out of his pants and ran his hands through his hair, ruffling it.

"Yes, Chef?"

"I will open a door for you"

"Excuse me?"

"I want you in my kitchen"

And just like that, the missing ingredient was presented to you, completing the dish that you had been cooking for so long.

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Why do 6 of their photos have like a white light-polaroid vibe hitting them from the front.

Then there’s Taehyung.

And he’s glowing.

Under a YELLOW light.

And it’s shining from above him ☀️

DEMIAN by Hermann Hesse

“He too was a tempter. He too was a link to the second. The evil world with which I no longer wanted to have anything to do.” - Kim Namjoon on Blood, Sweat and Tears MV

Still BTS related but having a break from the boys. I found myself experimenting again with softer palette and waterbrush. 

I read the novel pretty hurriedly because I was still on family business (a bad idea, for real) and skimming some sentences, so pardon me for inaccuracies on my depiction of Demian and Sinclair here. But in fact no matter what the descriptions are I can’t help but keep imagining these two exactly like how I drew them in this piece! :’) 

The faces, haircolors, skintones, and the outfits (perhaps I should have draw them in the same uniform but my imagination is stubborn enough) is a perfect depiction of them in my head and I’m so satisfied with this work. I was about to draw Abraxas behind them but in the end I chose for a simple book cover-ish designs. Also I scraped off the idea of drawing their forehead signs. I like them looking like normal human just like how they are in the earlier chapters.  Even until now I do relate the most to Sinclair, and I hope that somehow I will be able to have a meeting with my own Demian (and his mother), perhaps with different adventures. It’s always nice to meet someone who is your “kind”, right?

PERSONA

"Who the hell am I? I just wanna go, I just wanna fly. I just wanna give you all the voices 'til I die, I just wanna give you all the shoulders when you cry." - RM

Kim Namjoon as Marlon Teixeira (work in progress)

this is a haute couture pose study. how are you lovelies? the comeback is getting closer omg. idk when will i finish this piece, hopefully life won't interfere as much.

{bts!moodboard} ❝ Is this love? ❞

{bts!harry potter au! aesthetic}  ❝ Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus ❞