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𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 (𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘊𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦) | jjk

Jeon Jungkook x Reader

‒ tempter (the twilight creature). (m) one shot. ✎  [10k words]

genre: fantasy, romance. 

warnings: angst, slight smut, fluff.  masterlist. Hello my lovelies, I know it’s been a while and that I have several things to update, but as I found myself stuck I wrote this little one shot that came into mind as I posted this little part on another social media. If anything, I ended up actually writing the story, so I really hope you enjoy this little thing that i was able to put out. I miss you all dearly and I hope this ignites my creativity once more. Please, remember to reblog and like, only that way my little stories can get to other people, and don’t refrain from sending me messages, I might take a while to answer them, but I always love to read them when I’m feeling unmotivated and down. Now, let’s get to it, shall we? If there are any mistakes, please let me know as I wrote this sleepless.  much love. 

  ―𝐓hey told tales of the twilight creature to the loveless ones that roamed the woods at the sun's setting hour. When the orange rays crept through the living, breathing trees and painted the soil gold, made the poison ivy too beautiful and inviting to 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. They spoke of a beauty that they could not describe, of a voice that reflected the purity of heaven alongside the burning fires of hell as he prayed upon them. "𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵?", "𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭?", "𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦?" But of all the brave souls that sought him when the day slowly turned into night, only but 𝘰𝘯𝘦 had ever returned.                                             "𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮." They told the curious ears and the gathering crowds that paid attention with a vigorous thirst for the tale. "His eyes are warm, with a lingering sadness that pains you. And his smile is as comfortable as your stance when you drift to sleep naturally. He speaks your name before you have the chance to remember it... ... and it fits his lips just as well as the elegancy of the fabrics that cover his body does. When he moves, he waltzes, so swiftly and subtle you can barely tell he's roaming you, taking you in, 𝘮𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘺𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨." "𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬?" They lift their head to the questioning voice, slowly shaking it. "He tells you you're 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥." Their experienced lips lift into a sad smile. "And no matter how much distance you put in between, he's suddenly right before you, inches away... ... skin glowing in the warm light, eyes shining with an inexplicable wonder that puts no sense into the encounter. And when this beautiful, handsome creature touches you ― because he will, and you'll want him to ― that's when he tempts you for the first time." "𝐓hat's when he takes your hesitant hand and pulls you along into the depts of the woods, to the flower-covered fields, and by the icy blue streaming rivers. That's when you hear his laugh for the first time as he helps you walk along the rocks... when he picks you up and pulls you closer. That's when he begins his inquiry... when your life makes his eyes glint in fascination and his head tilts in curiosity. That's when he looks at you as if you were worthy of love... of 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. A love you never knew you craved before, love that has no explanation, that surges into your veins with a screaming crying need that 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 willing to fulfill."Their eyes flutter closed for a second with remembrance, opening slowly as the sound of a longing sigh escapes them. The captivated eyes that pay attention to the survivor's every word shine with curiosity and yearning desperation for that love, a love one would only dream of, read of... 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘧.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀                                     "𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮." "When the sun paints the sky a pinkish-orange, when the blue fades slowly into purple and a daylight galaxy reflects above the both of you. "The audience sighs, swoons, but the bitterness of the brief laugh that leaves the storyteller has their brows furrowing inquisitorially. "𝐓hat is also when he tempts you for the second time. When his warm eyes ink slowly into a dark black along with the sky, when the comfortable smile morphs into a menacing smirk and the light touch of his fingers on your skin turns cold along with the night. That is when his voice 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘴 your deepest and darkest desires from your throat along with the garments on your body. And don't fool yourself, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ That's when his tongue traces your jugular with a venomous burn... when he buries himself into you with a vice grip. When your skin will litter in the purples and blues of the twilight sky, when his laugh becomes a snarling whisper. And you won't cry out for help, you'll cry out for more and he is willing to fulfill... and when he's drunk every last drop of you... " They swallow the lump that had formed in their throats, alarmed eyes watching at the edge of their seats. "He tempts you for the third and last time..." "𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯?" The hopeful, yet unknowing voice asks amongst the craving hearts.                                    "𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞... Stay with me, and be my home, let me live within and amongst you, breathe you... 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. Or go back to what you know, you'll have no memory of this or me, and I will never seek you in these woods again."Lifting their eyes to the woods on the horizon, the gazes follow as they watch the sun slowly set. The wind hitting the green, breathing trees and painting the ground gold, just as they remembered. "𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺?" Ask's one in the corner, looking into the woods, fright, curiosity, wonder in their eyes.                                  "𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦." Several eyes shoot back to the narrator's voice, reality settling in as the wind dances on the trees and they swayed with a loving sadness to them, overwatching a place they once knew. Sighing one last time, the storyteller gets up, getting ready to return to the isolating cabin they had further down, close to the rivers and they gift the silent audience with a sweet sympathetic smile before they start walking. "𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵!" A younger voice asks, making their head turn to the dissipating audience. "𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳?" And once again, the sad smile and the longing eyes look at the glowing trees, into the woods. And he's there, just behind a tree, eyes glowing towards the one he let go, the comfortable smile echoing their sadness. "𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.”

You had always heard the stories that they told about the twilight creature, of courageous girls going into the woods just before the sun starts setting on the horizon, on how they never returned and the ones that did, had no recollection of what had happened. You, of course, were always curious, but you had never had a courageous bone in your body. In fact, you had no interest in meeting such a creature. But you had promised your mother you'd go look for some wood to start a fire as the night would be cold, and you had planned on doing just that after lunch, but you had taken your book and found a comfortable stop just below a willow tree and barely noticed the time go by and the sun began its descent. When the orange glow hit your white dress and the white pages of your book, your brows furrowed in confusion, sitting up and looking on the horizon, you gasped. You quickly got up, patting away the dirt that had gathered and started to make your way back to the small town you called home, remembering to collect some dry wood as you used your dress to carry it along the woods. With your book neatly put away in your leather side purse, you hummed as you gathered what you needed, too patient and too forgetful to remember the dangers of being there at those hours. But your calm and innocent walk soon was interrupted. "Hello." A calm soothing voice spoke from within the woods. Your head shot up, searching for its owner, but you saw nothing, nothing but the orange hue of sun rays seeping through the trees. You peered around and yet, no one was there, hesitant, you continued to gather the wood and eventually, when your dress got heavy you decided it was time to go back. As you turned on your heels you were met with a man, standing just where the sun hit. You were startled, letting go of the hem of your dress and dropping the wood you had collected. He was beautiful, jawline perfectly carved, skin a honey-kissed tone, dark eyes that looked almost like the old oak the surrounded you. His hair looked soft and the locks fell messily on his forehead, his pink lips lifting in a lopsided smile as he tilted his head to look at you, curiosity in his eyes. He wore a white cotton shirt, the leather ties on the top loose and the sleeves fluffy, adorned with golden buttons. His pants were pitch black, but the longer you looked, the more they seemed like you could see galaxies in them, and he was barefoot, feet carefully placed on the soil, the warm and dirty soil. "Hello." He spoke, his voice slipped through his lips like velvet, pulling you in slowly, you almost took a step closer, but something in the back of your head screamed 'no'. And you halted, shaking your head and looking up at him in confusion. His brows furrowed, but his smile remained, he was utterly curious. "Who are you?" You asked. The foot that had threatened to step forward took a cautious step back. His eyes shifted to the movement, his smile stretching even further. "You're not here to look for me, are you?" He questioned, taking a step to the side, but never on a twig or leaf. It didn't seem like he walked, it seemed like he floated. You parted your lips, but his question had you intrigued. You lifted a brow, your own head tilting as you slowly crossed your arms. "Why would I look for you, are you missing?" You asked. You had always been known to be sassy and men in your town found that interesting, but eventually your lack of compliance made their alpha male masculinity hurt too much and they would say you're one to die unmarried. Your inquiry made him laugh, and oh you were not prepared for it. His laugh bounced on the trees and roamed around your body lifting every little hair on your exposed and clothed skin until you felt breathless, and your hand came to rest on your chest. What is this? He took another step, this time slowly walking around you, and you followed, turning in your spot, never wanting to give your back to this stranger that had interrupted your search for wood. "I've never met someone who wasn't looking for me before, you're quite interesting." He spoke as he watched you, eyes roaming every inch of your body, clothes, shoes, even the wood on the floor as if he was critically analyzing every little detail. "You're beautiful." He whispered, making you hold your breath, your heart stuttering in your chest. And it had you preoccupied, but he was also ethereal, his skin glowed so beautifully in the light it was almost as if he had created it himself. "Who are you?" You asked again, as he had made a half-circle around your body, far enough that you could run if you had to. "I'm sure you've heard stories about me, I hear whispers from your village, I seem to be very popular around there." He looked down at the ground, hands lifting and resting inside his pockets, and that smile, that curious yet slightly cocky smile still beautifully painted on his lips. You held onto the leather of your purse, lifting a brow and shrugging. "I don't know who you are." You spoke simply, it was true, you didn't. If he was as popular as he said he was, you would have at least heard about the handsome man. "No? Never heard the tale of the one that steals unloved women at the sun's golden hour?" He tilted his head looking at you from the corner of his eyes. You went silent, confused about what he was saying, your brows furrowing in confusion once more and you looked down pensively, he didn't mean... "The Twilight Creature?" You questioned, looking up at him, not one ounce of belief in your eyes, it amused him even more. "I prefer Jungkook." He finally stopped walking, turning his body to you and the sun hit his profile while his hands left his pockets to rest behind his back neatly. You looked at him for a few seconds, a mocking smile slowly spreading on your lips. He couldn't be serious, if anything, this Jungkook was truly out of his mind, especially if he lived in these woods alone for so long and you laughed. His eyes filled with wonder at your laugh, yet one more thing that amused him. You didn't believe him. "Well, Jungkook..." You spoke his name while you laughed and his smile faltered for a second, he wasn't used to hearing his name in such a mocking manner, such an unamused one. It only made him want to get closer, want to take you quicker, keep you to himself for a while, maybe a few days before you reached your purpose. "My name is..." "Y/N." He spoke your name. You halted your laugh, your face settling into surprise. He knew your name, yet you had never met him before, and you were sure you had never seen him around town either. "How do you know my name?" You asked, gripping tighter on your leather strap. He smiled again, a smile too inviting, too calm and safe. "I know the names of all the lonely women that enter my woods, you are no different." He finally felt like he had the upper hand, like he had regained control of the situation like he always had, with all the women. He took a step forward, ready for his first offer. You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him and he stopped. "I am in no way lonely, sir." You crossed your arms and tilted your chin up, a defying stance on your face and oh was he amused, intrigued, was he interested. You were new. You weren't like the other beautiful and loveless women that had looked for him in the hopes to be the one to remember or the one to be loved, you... you were simply a girl in the woods in the wrong hour and that was already a reason for him to want more. "I choose to be alone." You informed him and he took one more step towards you, your eyes moving to his feet, letting him know you noticed. "And why would you chose such a thing?" He asked, almost hurt at your words. He was one that always sought company, that is why he always gave them a choice, to stay or to go, but most of them chose to stay and he made sure they did forever, to keep him company when the night went too dark. "Why wouldn't I?" You questioned him, shrugging once more. "When you are comfortable in your solitude and enjoy your own company, why would chose to fill your immaculate quiet time with people who will most likely disappoint you?" He stopped once more, his face finally serious as he took in your words. What you described didn't seem like something joyous or fun, it didn't seem like something that thrilled and entertained, he was irritated almost. "That sounds terrible." He argued, lifting a brow as he took one more step closer. "Having company is always good, I for one always enjoy the ones I take with me and the ones that stay forever, I take good care of them and make sure they are loved." He was now but a few feet from you. He didn't seem dangerous, if he wanted to hurt you, he would have a while ago, but he did seem crazy, speaking of himself as if he were such mythical creature people spoke of, you decided to indulge him, after all, you were not one to argue with idiots. "I think you take them because you're lonely." You quickly smiled, knowing that you had settled the argument. He lifted his chin, and right there you noticed the sadness in his eyes, maybe you had been rude, maybe you didn't need to say such a thing, because now, you missed the warm smile that adorned his lips. He parted them and you waited for a witty comment or an angry response, instead, he sighed. "So, you believe me?" He asked and the tension you had accumulated dissipated as his lips stretched in a sweet, boyish smile. You chuckled and his eyes glinted with wonder. "No, but then again, I'm not one to argue with crazy ones, if you say you're the twilight creature, so be it." You shrugged. "It was nice meeting you, Jungkook." You spoke as you slowly turned your back to him and crouched down to gather the wood you had dropped.   In a blink of an eye, he was right in front of you, crouched down before you and grabbing the same log you had grabbed. You fell back on your behind, startled once more as a gasp left your lips. "Let me prove it to you." There was a sense of urgency in his voice as he extended his hand. "How did you?" You started but he shook his head, extending his head further, pleading with his eyes for you to take it. "Let me prove to you that having company can be just as good as the quiet you so cherish, let me prove it to you." His eyes were filled with a silent promise of adventure, of something you were unfamiliar with, of wonder and grace, his eyes were... tempting you. And even if you had questions, even if there was a nagging voice in the back of your head telling you to go home, to grab the wood and do what you were told, you just couldn't resist the temptation of what he was offering you. Stretching out your hand, you hesitantly grabbed his, and it felt like a ray of light exploded around you both. The dull brown and dark green forest coming alive, every shade of green vibrant and every tree vibrating, the flowers that you couldn't see before painted every corner around you both in purples, pinks, and blues, the orange of the sun shining on the greenest grass with sparks of gold, the birds beautifully singing all around as the butterflies took free flight in every corner. It was like you were in a fairytale as in the books you read. Your eyes bulged and the breath was taken right out your lungs as he slowly helped you up, your head and body turning to take in everything, and you barely noticed you were gripping has hand tightly when you heard him chuckle. Your head shot in his direction, your eyes falling to your hands together and you let go, taking a few steps back. His stance changed, noticing you were afraid and his brows lifted. "Don't be afraid." He lifted his hands, trying to show you he was harmless. That was also the first time that someone had been afraid of him after he showed them what he saw, how he lived. "W-what are you?" You stuttered out, taking a few steps back. He looked confused at your question. "I told you." He said and both your hands came to your head, looking around once more and back at him. You couldn't believe this. You couldn't believe your eyes nor the information slowly settling into your bones and mind. "But you're a man!" Your voice came out high pitched, looking up and down his very much human-like body. He rested his hands in his pockets and pursed his lips. "Well, I am built like a man, yes, but I'm not human." He said as if he was saying the most neutral thing in the world, yet you, you were losing your mind. So he wasn't crazy, he definitely was the twilight creature and you had just had a conversation with him and accepted whatever offer he had given you. You had accepted his offer, did that mean... "You take women! You steal them!" You screamed at him, backing further away. "You're going to steal me!" You looked around for anything to use to defend yourself, picking up a thick piece of wood and pointing it in his direction. He scoffed, offended at your words. Never had he encountered someone who spoke such words to him and acted the way you were acting, ready to fight him. "Oh, please, I do not steal women. I am not a kidnapper." It was his turn to roll his eyes. "I offer them a choice, they can stay with me if they want, or they can leave but not remember a thing, and put that down before you hurt yourself." He sighed, irritated, that was a new feeling to him. You remained still, taking in his words. He didn't seem like he was lying and you did remember the ones that had returned with no memory of what had happened, had those women made the choice to not stay? You kept the piece of wood firmly in your palms, still pointing at him, not putting it down in case he tried something. As he noticed your stubbornness he sighed once more, lifting his finger. The wood in your hand slowly started to shift, fresh green leaves growing and flowers blooming until it got too heavy to hold and you dropped it on the floor as if it burned your skin. You straightened your back, cleaning your hands on your dress. "Very well then, I would like to go home." You crossed your arms. His lips parted and they opened and closed a few times as he searched his mind for words at your attitude. "But you haven't even seen anything yet!" He argued. "Neither do I want to. Take me back, right now." You demanded. "You're stubborn." He crossed his arms, scoffing through his nose. "I might be stubborn, but my stubbornness keeps me alive." You lifted a brow at him, your nose high in the air. His features softened at your words, a soft smile spreading on his lips as he looked down at the floor. "I'm not going to hurt you, Y/N." He spoke calmly, softly. "Why should I believe you?" You questioned and watched as he took careful steps towards you, looking up and watching as you held your place. He offered his hand once more. "Let me show you something." He spoke softly, palm facing up, waiting. You breathed in, hesitant to take his hand once more, what if he wouldn't let go this time? But still, there was something about this, about him, that made you believe his words and you lifted your palm, placing it above his. He smiled up at you, turning your palm in his hand so it also faced up. "Your body... It's made of this earth and these leaves and the sunlight." He placed his finger from his other hand on your palm, his eyes focused on it and you looked at it, watching, curious. "When your time comes you will lay with the blooming flowers and the critters of the earth and you will all become one." A spark shined on your palm, his finger circling around and around above your palm until slowly you could see something happen. Right there on your palm bloomed a flower, white petals with purple ends, so bright and beautiful your eyes shined with wonder. The scent from such flower filled your nostrils and you fluttered your eyes closed to take in the scent as it felt so familiar. "And If I wanted to... Which I don't... I could turn you and the earth into one with a blink of an eye." You looked up at him, his eyes still admiring the flower in your palm as if he was witnessing something for the first time, a miracle even before he lifted them up to you. "I have no wish of hurting you, my offer was sincere, if you still wish to return, I'll take you back, but if not, allow me to show you what I mean, allow me to prove you wrong." His eyes sparkled with hope and you took in a deep breath, looking down at the flower in your hand and back up at him, pursing your lips, you relaxed. "Very well then. I'd like to see just how you intend on proving to me that having company is better than the comfort of my solitude..." He smiled wide with excitement, already grabbing your hand and turning in place to pull you along with him. "... And watch you fail." You smirked as he stopped, turning around to look at you with annoyance. "You really are stubborn, aren't you?" He chuckled as he pulled you along, the flower in your palm falling to the floor, forgotten. "It's what they tell me." You laughed following him as he tugged you between the breathing trees. Everything around you didn't seem real, it all seemed to come straight from a painting, smudged watercolors together that created gradients in each petal, leaf, and creature. As he slowly made his way through the vibrant woods you could hear the streaming river as you approached it, his head turning in your direction to make sure you were still with him, still sure. He had never felt uneasy with anyone, always certain that they would come, always certain that they would stay, even the ones that chose to go back, even those followed him and took him and what he offered in with a will and might. But you, he was unsure, he wasn't certain if you wanted his company, if his company phased you at all, you were just a mystery as he was and that made you a myth in his eyes. As you both approached the river, he stopped walking by the rocks, ready to help you step upon them as he always did with the other women. But your eyes bulged as you saw the water, letting go of his hand and grabbing your dress to hurry your pace and jump upon a gray rock to lean over it and marvel in what you saw. He stayed back, watching your adventurous spirit take its own steps, make its own decisions. Wild and free like the streaming river. You were taken for words as you peered down the water, the vibrant light blue mixed with a hue of purple and the fish sparkled as they swam quickly down the stream, jumping and shining against the orange sun, reflecting against the gray rocks in a beautiful dance that had you gasping and giggling in wonder. He slowly made his way towards you, stopping just beside you to watch what he had created. He was good at his craft, at making the world a more colorful vibrant place, but he also knew that humans could destroy it, so he preserved the essence of his beautiful creation where he could. You turned your head to him, a smile spread on your lips as you breathed in. "It's beautiful." You said with a sigh. He smiled at you, thinking the same thing, but not of the river you admired, but the wild one just beside him. "You should see the lake further down, the sun makes it look like a river of gold." He commented and your eyes bulged in wonder as you grabbed his hand and pulled him along, rushing down the edge of the running water, jumping from rock to rock with no fear of falling, no fear of losing your step. When you reached the destination, you let go of his hand once more and he grimaced, not enjoying the way it felt empty when you let go. He watched your walk slowly around the shore, the sun hitting you perfectly and even if it wasn't his doing, you looked magical. You sat down on the grass of the small field resting back on your hands and letting the sun warm your skin. He closed his eyes as he watched, he could feel you, he could feel your delicate palm against the grass and every inch and pore on your exposed skin, if he concentrated further, he could feel the air in your lungs, but he decided to keep his eyes open and look at you as you were while he could. Making his way slowly to you, he sat down by your side silently, he wasn't used to the silence when he had a human with him, they usually spoke of many things, things he asked about and maybe this time he was enjoying the silence, but he couldn't contain his curiosity. "Do you like it?" He asked and you hummed, opening your eyes to look at him. "It doesn't feel real." You spoke softly and he looked at the lake. "It's as real as you allow it to be." He said after a few seconds. "I would want every human to see the wonders I create, but in the past, they had destroyed them, so I decided to protect it as best as I can." He informed. "Wait, you created this?" You asked, curious as you crossed your legs and leaned forward to get closer to him. He chuckled, amused as he had never been asked that question before. Today was a day of many firsts apparently. "I created most of what humans call nature. The soil, the seeds, the leaves, and the flowers. I also created the critters and the butterflies, every living creature that makes this echo system live and breathe, birds, spiders, fish." You listened to every little word carefully, unable to understand the grandness of his words, was he a god? Was he the God? "But what about God?" You asked and he turned to look at you, confused at your words. Did you not understand? "God." He spoke mimicking your stance, sitting crossed legged and leaning into you. "If you're asking me if I created the skies and the seas and if I'm the one the breathed life into you, I'm afraid I am not, nor do I know." You tilted your head at his answer. "All I know is that I opened my eyes and knew my purpose, I bring the twilight sun, but do not control the night sky. I rest as the darkness swallows my hues and allow whoever comes after me to take over while I do so." He continued to speak. "The seas have a will of their own, but they are drawn to the mood, and they dance, sometimes I watch when I can and the moon is in a rush." The way he described the worlds and creation made you feel light, he spoke of it as if it were magic and delight, and in its way it was and you knew it was, you just never before thought of it that way. "You're beautiful." You spoke out automatically, watching his wavy hair move with the light breeze. His head spun in your direction, shocked at your words, he had never been called beautiful before, you pursed your lips embarrassed at your lack of control over your tongue, but then again, the light tint of his cheeks was worth it. "You are quite something aren't you?" You chuckled at his embarrassment, only to blush furiously as you heard your stomach complain. It had been a few hours since you last ate something, and even if time seemed to stop for some reason, your very human body still reacted. He quivered an eyebrow, eyes shooting to your stomach as you covered it with your hands. He got up, extending his hand to you and you took it as he guided you back into the woods. As you made your way to wherever he was leading you, you decided to fill the silence you were used to. "So, none of the women that you choose to keep you company ever called you beautiful before?" You teased with a smirk on your lips. He turned to you, walking backward as he tilted his head. "They were all rendered speechless with my beauty, some things don't need to be said." He smirked, cockishly at you and you scoffed at him. "You sure are humble." You sarcastically replied. "There are just some things that are undeniably true." He turned once again stopping at a small clearing with some bushes and small trees. "Well, I certainly regret telling you you are beautiful." You crossed your arms as he let go of your hand, walking to one of the bushes and hovering his hand over it. In a matter of seconds the bushes and small trees bloomed with berries and grapes, painting the once only green clearing in blues, purples, and pinks. You marveled as he slowly turned to you with the same cocky smirk from before. "Oh, congratulations, your highness, you control nature, good for you." You walked towards him as he picked a bunch of grapes and offered them to you. You took them as he chuckled. "My power usually impresses others." He spoke as he plopped a blueberry inside his mouth, you examined the fruits in your hands not commenting on his remark. "But not you, how come?" He chewed on the berry. You looked at him, shrugging as you usually did. "Maybe I'm just not that easily impressed." You brought a grape to your lips, biting on the end and gently sucking on its juice, his chewing grew slow, his eyes falling to your lips and his sparkling eyes grew slightly dark. "Maybe I just have to try harder, then." His voice was lower, eyes looking up into yours and you could feel it right there, the sudden pull of attraction. His beauty, his inviting aura, his lips, everything in him made you scream 'touch me' in a way you had never felt with another man before. You swallowed, watching as he brought another blueberry into his mouth. You cleared your throat at the tension that had settled with the silence, looking at the grapes in your hand as your mind flew to a story you loved. "I'm not going to be stuck here like Persephone did when she ate the seeds, right?" You questioned and his silence had you looking at him. He had a confused look in his eyes. "You don't know the story?" You asked and he shook his head, eating the berries in front of him. You opened your mouth in disbelief as you started to tell him the story you loved. He listened to every single word carefully, just as intrigued and hooked as you had been the first time you had read it and after you were done you ended up telling him about the other stories you loved and he listened to all of them in silence, sometimes asking a question here and there and the wonder in his eyes only grew bigger and bigger as you spoke. Soon, you found yourself lying in the grass in the clearing, looking up at the sky as you laughed at a story you loved. He laughed along with you and as the laughed died down, you both grew silent, looking at the orange mixing with the blue and purple of the twilight sky. The silence wasn't uncomfortable and for a few minutes, you felt as if you could stay there forever in his company, telling him the numerous stories you had read before and you knew his interest wasn't fake, you could feel it. "Jungkook..." You broke the comfortable silence and he hummed, eyes fluttering as you spoke his name. "What happens to the other women that decide to stay?" You asked and his eyes shot open, looking up at his sky in silence. After a few moments when he didn't answer, you turned your head to him, waiting. Right there, you could see it again, the sadness in his eyes. You swallowed, for the first time ever since you had followed him feeling uneasy, unsteady with the silence. "Jungkook." You called again and he turned to you, taking in your features as if he was making sure he could remember them as if it were the last time. He sighed, fluttering his eyes once more before he pushed himself up and walked towards a tree just a few feet away. You got up, resting on your hands as you watched him, his palm coming in contact with the trunk, his eyes closing as he breathed in deeply. He shivered in his place and finally opened his eyes, turning to you. His eyes were filled with tears and you got up walking to him slowly, stopping just in front of him, his eyes never leaving yours. You looked at his palm on the tree and he swallowed, adam’s apple bopping. "After a while... They wither. Humans aren't meant to be here for long, and they soon become one with the earth." He looked at his palm. Taking yours blindly with his free hand he placed it upon the trunk, closing his eyes again and furrowing his brows. Then you felt it, you felt it like it was the air you were breathing. The tree was alive, breathing, it pulsed as if it had a heartbeat if vibrated as if it had a voice. It was overwhelming and peaceful at the same time, too much, too much that you pulled away, taking a few steps back, grunting as you opened your tear-filled eyes to look at his sad ones. "I don't make them stay, I give them a choice." He spoke in a shaky voice. "But even when I tell them they should leave, they're already part of the earth, flowers blooming in their hair, roots planting on their skin. It's already too late." "Jungkook." You speak out in a breath and his eyes grow scared, turning in your direction and shaking his head. "I don't make them stay, I don't, I promise you I give them a choice." He spoke out in desperation as the though of you fearing him again suddenly feels too much to bear. You, on the other hand, weren't scared, you were sad. Sad for him, sad for them. He was lonely, he was utterly lonely and unlike you, he didn't find comfort in his solitude and that pained you so much, because this kind creature didn't deserve to be alone. You closed the gap between you both, jumping in his arms and hugging him tightly. His eyes bulged and he was still for a few seconds, not sure of what to do before he relaxed and circled his arms around your body, holding you just as tight. You both slowly dropped to the floor, knees hitting the green grass as you were left in silence once more and in that silence, for some reason... In the eyes that so desperately feared you'd leave... You felt loved. Utterly and truly loved. As you both slowly parted, he kept you close, looking at your sad eyes as he lifted one hand to brush away the hair that had fallen on your face. His touch was like a delicate petal, afraid he could break you, afraid he could ruin you and your eyes fluttered, lips parting at the contact. "May I kiss you?" His voice came out low, and you opened your eyes, his tempting ones looking back at you once more with the same adventures wonder from before, you nodded slowly at him. He leaned in, pressing his pink lips against yours, brushing them so good and delicious against your own in a slow battle. But you felt like it wasn't enough like the simple press of his lips would never be enough and you pushed into him, parting yours as he parted his, tongues meeting and dancing along with one another as you deepened the kiss. His taste on your tongue was sweet and yet fresh, all too inviting as he moved, pushing you back until your body rested between the flowers and grass. The twilight sky slowly turning into dark blues and purples as the orange slowly dissipated. Rested on one hand beside your head his body pressed into yours pulling a whimper from your throat as you parted the kiss. Kiss hungry lips slowly traveled down your bare neck, painting it in the same blues and purples he painted the sky. And you lavished in it, allowing him to take what he wanted as his fingers trailed up the inside of your dress to press into your skin, igniting a flame within you. As the night slowly came, your clothes left your body, his wandering lips worshipping your humanity with each kiss to your breasts before he sucked one sensitive nub into his mouth, making you arch into him. He opened his eyes, looking up at you from his spot, your eyes meeting and you saw galaxies in them along with the sexual lewdness of his mouth around your nipple. "Jungkook." You whimpered his name, a silent plea for more. You wanted more, you needed more. And he could never deny you. His free hand roamed down your body and in between your legs, fingers skilfully rubbing at your center and gathering your sweet honey to rub against where it burned the most, making you moan into the coming night sky. You parted your legs further, allowing him more access to do with you as he pleased, to explore you as he wanted. And when they breached you, you arched your back off the ground moaning out his name in sinful pleasure. His mouth roamed down your body like roots in the soil, finding it's proper place between your legs to savor you how he truly wanted. And you allowed him to pull gasps and whimpers and moans from you with each passing second he sucked your sensitive nub into his mouth. Your hand roamed down to his hair, gripping and pulling at his locks and he hissed in delicious pain, making the hairs on your body stand, you tried to push him away as the coil in your core threatened to snap, but he remained put, working his magic on your body as he did on nature. And you came, hard and violently, shaking and trembling on the green night grass as the stars witnessed you come undone. He pulled away from your heat, crawling up your body to press his wet honey lips against yours and you kissed him, you savored yourself on his lips and tongue until you both were breathless, until you could feel the press of his hardness against your center and you pulled away from his mouth, looking up at him. "Make love to me." You whispered against his lips, leaning in to kiss them. He breathed out, weakened by you. Weakened by whatever you truly were, because it felt impossible that you were only human, you were nature, you were living and wild, like the white blooming flower that felt like a mystery miracle. His eyes roamed your face for one last confirmation and when you pressed your lips to his once more, the animal inside him growled. Freeing himself of his clothes, he kicked his pants to the darkness your eyes roaming his perfectly build body and burning hot for him on every inch. His erection was thick and girthy, leaking from the tip as he gripped it in his strong hands. You could see the hunger in his eyes like a wild animal, and when he pushed inside of you, he growled, grunted, groaned deep in his throat as you whined, high pitched, bouncing on the trees. He rested his forehead against yours, intertwining your fingers and slowly moving into you as he looked into your eyes, as he let you watch the galaxies in them bounce with fire, creating supernovas with each hard thrust into you. His lips were sensually parted, delivering groans and low throaty moans as he fucked you with the vigor of a starved man, and you bucked with each hit of his hips against yours, feeling him deep into your core, hitting you where no one had hit you before. "Fuck." He cursed out, the only filthy thing to ever leave his lips the whole day and with a hard twitch inside of you, you knew he was close to his own becoming. And you moved beneath him, pulling him in, pushing him towards the edge like the moon pushed and pulled the ocean. And when his brows furrowed in agonizing pleasure and a breath was caught in your throat, he grunted out. "Cum for me."  And once more you did, shaking and trembling under him as you gripped his length like a vice around a trunk, making him groan out and tense. His high came accompanied with the bloom of a thousand flowers around you, the trees releasing neon luminescent pollens that floated around you both as he filled you with his seed, again and again, until he stopped and rested his forehead on your shoulder. Breathing in harshly as your chest heaved up and down, he pulled away from your shoulder to look at you, the bluish hue of the pollen illuminating your skin as the moon gave you a source of light. "You're beautiful." He whispered, leaning into your lips, kissing them softly, tenderly. "So are you." You whispered back, finally noticing what he made, the magic he created with each emotion, reaction, will. He was utterly beautiful, and you were utterly in love. After you both settled next to each other, your dress lazily placed on your body and his shirt hanging open, you rested your head on his chest, looking up at the night sky. "Is this love?" You asked, voice hoarse and quiet. He breathed in. "It is for me. But I wouldn't know." He answered, not looking at you. "So you've never been in love?" You closed your eyes, burying your nose into his neck, smelling the numerous flowery scents he emitted. "Not until now." He admitted and your heart fluttered in your chest. "I love them all, but I love them as I love the lake and the grass and the flowers." He spoke softly, "That's why when they wither, it hurts me. But it's a different kind of love, you... You're not like the trees or the flowers or the grass, you're like the river... Like the sun hitting the lake and the warmth on my skin." He finally turns to look at you. "I never kissed them before, I never made love to them before. You, you I love as a woman." You felt a thousand stars burning in your chest and you leaned in to kiss him, showing him you felt the same as you knew he would understand. After a while, you both grew silent again, the sky pitch dark and the stars sparkling above. Twilight was officially over. It was time for him to give you a choice, and you had already made up your mind. "I want to stay." You spoke in the quiet that had installed. He turned to look at you and hummed, not hearing you properly. "I said I want to stay." You looked up at him and he pulled away, leaning up on his hands. "What are you saying?" His painful eyes looked back at you as the luminescent pollen slowly died down. You frowned as you watched, getting up and leaning on your hands. "I'm saying I want to stay with you, I want to be with you, you said you give them a choice, I'm choosing to stay." You spoke as if it were obvious, but he shook his head, getting up and you followed suit, not understanding his reaction. "How could you say that?" He turned to face you, pain scattered all over his features. "What do you mean? Jungkook, I want to be with you, why are you upset?" You asked not understanding, and his eyes filled with tears once more. "You can’t stay." He said and something gripped deep into your chest, pain. "Why not?" You argued. "Because I said so." He argued back, infuriated. You opened your mouth in outrage, in hurt. "Why do they get a choice and I don't? Why do they get to stay with you and I don't?" Your eyes filled with tears. "Because I'm not giving you a choice, I won't allow you to wither before your time." He grabbed you by your hand and pulled you into the dark woods, leading you back to where you had first met him. You tried to fight against his hold, tried to pull back, but he was nature, and nothing could go against it. When you both reached the spot he let go. "Jungkook, please." You begged, tears streaming down your eyes. He looked at you in pain, in fear, in longing before it's time. "I can't let you stay." He spoke out weakly. "I never met the wind before and I think you are it, and you can’t trap the wind inside a jar and watch it still because the wind doesn't still." He closed the gap between you both, cupping your tear-stained cheeks into his palm. "You have to understand, Y/N, I can't let you stay, it'll hurt too much, too much to bear." and his own eyes filled with tears once more and even if you wanted to argue, even if you wanted to scream and fight and beg him, you couldn't. The pain in his eyes that gathered with each soul that withered was too much for him, if that happened to you, he wouldn't want to live further. You nodded, sob ripping out your throat as you fell with him to the floor. "I'm sorry." He apologized as he cried along with you. "You have to go back, you have to go back now." He stuttered out and you looked up at him, shaking your head. "I don't want to forget, please don't make me forget, Jungkook, please, please." You begged and he shook his own, looking down at the ground and picking up the flower that you had dropped at the beginning. "I won't make you forget, not you." He spoke softly and you crashed into his lips, kissing him passionately, eyes screwed shut as you savored him one last time before it was time to say goodbye. But there had never been a goodbye. When you opened your eyes the woods were dark and cold and lonely. The trees felt alive, yet hidden in the shadows. And you sobbed as you rested your head on the soil, crying out the pain of the lack of his company, of the lack of his warm touch and soft smile. You cried out in pain of a love that could not bloom no matter how real it was because it was never meant to be love in the first place, not like the one he helped you feel, not like the one he felt for you. When your frail body was too tired of shaking and crying into the night you sat up, looking around and hugging your body, you looked down at the edge of your knees, your eyes glinting as you noticed the flower placed neatly before you. You picked it up, looking behind you and noticing a trail of them, leading you out of the woods. And you followed them, heart breaking and stars dying in your chest. He didn't make you forget, but the memory was also painful. As you walked into town the people all gathered worried if you would return or not, and when you did, they questioned you but all you gave them was silence and your empty eyes. A silence you were no longer comfortable with. And as the days went by and you looked out into the woods you longed for him, more and more. The flower had long died when you finally felt comfortable in your solitude. But you would soon noticed that it would be replaced with a fresh new one, every time it dried out. Because twilight can also fall in love. And he fell in love with you.

𝒞𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑜𝑜𝓃.

Hello everyone, soon I’l be posting these little stories for you all. They’re going to be oneshots for this quarantine life while I’m working on my ongoing series. For now, I have no specific member in mind for each of these, but I would really like for you to tell me who do like best! The member with the most mentions will be the protagonist! Just send me “BTS Member - Story name” and I’ll work on it this week! I hope you all are looking forward to it just as much as I am. Have a great week!

𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | angst, romance, mature. oneshot  ― 𝘐𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴.   𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬.   ―𝐈n the dead of night, when the critters stop crawling and the owls retreat, when the wolves hide in the shadows and the children sleep. That is when the silence installs and the night is pitch black, not a chip, not a crip not ever a twig would dare to crack.  ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ For that is when 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐲 touches ground... when his bare feet meet the grass and the clouds carry him down. That is when he slowly walks in his wonder, listening for sleepless souls, a heart, breaking in the distance, somewhere within the shadows.  ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ It's when he seeks and he runs and reaches out, with a warm hand or embrace and gives you a smile without a sound. And he'll take you in his arms, show you wonders in his irises, filled with stars and 'what if's and you'll contemplate in following.  ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Because he's ethereal and he's real, is he a dream? Maybe not. And what if the man in the sky takes you back into the night? What if he shows you grace, a place with no heartbreak, if only.  ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝘐𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺. Because his smile falters when the birds come to sing and the sun breaks at dawn. His charm cracks and his hands flinch when the grass gets too warm.  ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ The man in the sky is lonely and you notice. He looks up at his stars and you understand his purpose. Because the stars are his friends and the night is his journey... when his feet hit the ground, and the cold wind is blowing.  ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ And he seeks broken souls and the sound of one's heartbreak...  ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ So he takes them back home... ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀  𝘚𝘰 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺.

 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | angst, romance, mature oneshot   ― 𝘐𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬.  XENIA: ❛ Greek: ξενία, romanized: xenía, meaning "guest-friendship" or 𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮. ❜  ―𝐓ake cover, whoever dares go to sea. Take cover for she is not inviting and does not caress with a gentle hand. She is a force to be reckoned and will toss and turn and throw you to shore. She'll remind you why the waters are dark and cold till you wander no more. But the sea wasn't always this rageful. She was once peaceful and steady and calm. She'd push sailors and their ships and made sure they'd return to their loved ones that have waited too long. Because back then, the sea 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. No one truly knew where the heart of the sea was kept. Protected and bound in the depths of the ocean where no man could touch, see or reach. A place where even light couldn't creep in, take a peek, see what the sea's heart looked like, felt like. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘦. The story goes that a man tossed overbored a trading ship, slowly sunk and gave up his air. She, even if not one to interfere, could still feel his slowly withering heartbeat reverberate along the waters. So slow, calm, and gentle, almost like her own. And she pushed him ashore, watched from afar within the rocks, pitch-black hair flowing with the ocean breeze, dancing in the air like the algae in the ocean. She watched his almost lifeless body so still, like her waters when she slept. And she got closer, close enough to touch dry land, close enough to lean over him and take in the handsome man. She got close enough to take the water right out of his lungs just as he took the breath out of her own. She took a step back as he coughed and sat up, his lungs filling with something other than her. But the sea was a curious one and this man was so close, and even when his dark eyes met hers and when he asked who she was. She couldn't deny him an answer. "I am the sea, of course." And the man furrowed his brows, slowly standing, slowly approaching, she left one foot in the water, the other on sand, watching with a glinting wonder as he came closer. 𝘊𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳. "The sea is a woman?" He questioned. And she smiled, laughed, crashed her waves in wonder. "There is nothing else the sea would be if not a woman, if not a natural mother, a natural destroyer." He lifted a brow as she lifted her nose, her pride swimming along her bare chest. "𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥." He whispered. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘥. The see suddenly fell quiet, calm, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭. A reaching hand searched curiously for hers and she allowed him to. And all at once, as they touched, the sea furiously shook. Crashing waves along the rocks, shaky waters far off land. The fish swimming aimlessly and the sea's heart shining, screaming: 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙜𝙤! Indigo blue! deep within the darkness. And she asked, "𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶?" shaky voice like her waters. And with a smile maybe too sweet, he answered. "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧." And that is a tale for another time at most, for the moon was cursed to live amongst the men until he were gifted light to shine down upon. Realizing the man was indeed no man at all, the sea pulled away and he pulled her back. "𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙤," he whispered. And she stayed, slowly rehearsing what would become their usual dance, day after day as they met when the sun took its rest. And the tail goes that the sea fell in love with the moon and the moon loved her back. They touched, kissed, made love to one another, giving sailors a swift sale and people a view. The sea showed it's hospitality, the deep blue waters turning turquoise when it giggled. The villages were teeming with fish and food and sales as the sea found her home in the moon's arms. Until one day. Chest rich with unsparing love, the sea swam down, and down and lower. Retrieving her one true precious possession to gift to her lover. The light could finally see her Safire blue heart as she reached out her hand and placed it upon his palm. And her smile shone like the sun against the coral reef, but it never reached his lips. Because the moon knew what this meant as he held the light with all his might. And he cried as leaned in to reach her lips one last time, touch her one last time, love her one last time. Because it was indeed the last. In a blink of an eye, he was no longer there, the blinding light above shining in her indigo blue. That was 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. "𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚!" But he never spoke back, and he never returned. Yet he pulled while she pushed and she screamed. "𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘰!" She broke his curse while he broke her heart. And they danced every day, not a waltz, but a tango. Indigo blue turning red as she wrecked ships and sunk men. So take cover, whoever dares go to sea. Take cover for she is not inviting and does not caress with a gentle hand. For the sea has a broken heart and she shows no mercy to no men. Take cover and beware of the lady in blue, with her deep-sea dark locks and her 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯. 

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Jeon Jungkook x Reader‒ raven unit. (m) chapter four: armstrong. ✎  [16k words] genre: political!Au, taskforce!Au, warcrime!Au warnings: smut, angst, slight bdsm, fluff (?), gore, violence, drug mentions, alcohol mention, graphic description of violence, death With your life at risk and several people around you dead, your loyal head of security makes sure your safety is taken care of when he’s out of the picture. Three ruthless, dangerous and deadly men take on the task to protect and hide you, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok and the one in command, Jeon Jungkook. masterlist. chapter one. chapter two chapter three. chapter five. chapter six.  .raven unit: drabble #01 drabble #02 a/n: I’m so sorry for the delay on this, and this chapter ended up being too long, so I decided to put what happens on the next chapter since there was still so much to develop. in the meantime, I hope you enjoy this update and let me know what you think! RU is slowly coming to a conclusion! Don’t refrain from sending me asks, that makes me really happy and gives me motivation. And also, please Like and Reblog so that others can read this little series! Thank you all so much for the love! You are all amazing! (if you see any mistakes, please let me know, this is highly unedited.)

Watching them was something.  Watching them in a neutral environment, laughing, making jokes, not on edge every second. It made it hard not to slowly fall in love with these boys. The way Jimin’s voice softened when he was embarrassed, the way Taehyung lifted an eyebrow when he felt challenged by his mates. No, his family. Everything, every single detail made you slowly forget the situation you were in, made the pain of everyone you lost more bearable. Even if everything seemed in place, for some reason though, you were still on edge; you were still scared, now not just for you, but for the ones that now had a place in your heart. What if you put these men in danger, what if someone got hurt because of you? The idea had you suddenly feeling unable to focus on the current conversation happening in the resting room, the boys all sitting around and having a casual drink. Your eyes shifted down to your lap, smile slowly faltering.  “Little dove, you ok?” His voice rang in your ear. You looked up at him, quiet as you observed his features.  You were in love with him, utterly, madly. The man that was in charge of keeping you safe, the man that had shown you his hard side, his soft one, even gave you a peek into his fragility. You knew almost nothing of him, yet you trusted him with your life. The mole under his lower lip, his strong sharp jaw, that scar on his cheekbone. You made sure you could remember everything... just in case.  “I’m ok.” You answered in a low voice. “Just tired from all the training, that’s all.” You smiled softly at him. You didn’t feel bad for lying, not when you knew he already had too much to worry about. He had calmed you down one too many times in the past two weeks of staying at Seamore, after you both had reconciled, you were suddenly waking up sweating, shaking, gasping for air, Jungkook would wake up next to you and calm you down, his warm body pressing against yours and shushing you with silent whispers, reassurance. He’d always ask you what you dreamed, and you always said you couldn’t remember, but you did.  You could remember seeing his face, seeing the snarl, how he’d laugh at you for being so foolish, how he’d point a gun to your head, his teammates all lifeless behind him, his doing, and he’d say “It was only a mission.” It was silly, really. You could see in his eyes the rawness of his feelings, you could feel it when he spoke to you, when he looked at you, just like he was looking at you now. Full of worry and care, love even.  He looked at his watch, breathing in.  “Time to call it a night, everyone.” He spoke, looking up at his mates. “We’re moving out tomorrow at six sharp.” Everyone in the room sighed, sure they were glad to finally leave Seamore, after all, you couldn’t really tame their wild spirits, but also, it meant that it was back to danger, back to the unknown.  As everyone bid their goodnight’s, you made your way to your room, Jungkook leaving you to quickly make sure everything was in order, Jin and him speaking at the door.  You changed quickly, making your way to bed, not really paying attention until you heard the familiar name being spoken.  “... He said he wants to talk to her alone when we get there.” Jin informed.  “Why?” Jungkook seemed concerned.  “He didn’t tell me, but he asked if you two were... You know.” Jin’s voice slowly lowered at the end of the sentence.  “Fuck.” Jungkook cursed. Your brows furrowed at his reaction. Even if you didn’t know a thing about this Namjoon guy, you knew that he answered to Jungkook like everyone else.  They finished up the conversation quickly after that, Jungkook entering the room and making his way to the locker.  You watched him silently, seated on the bed. It was almost domestic, watching him change. His clothes folded right next to yours, and it always made you shiver when he had his back to you, bare. Jungkook was a very well built man, to say the least. His back muscles clenched when he moved. There were times that you swore he did it on purpose, his sharp vision and awareness of you ogling.  When he was dressed, he flicked the lights off, making his way to the bed and sliding beside you. It was comforting having him there, laying against his chest, and hearing his heartbeat. Little did he know you craved hearing it, too afraid of one day, maybe not. He kissed the top of your head, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you in. He must feel that something is off because he asked again.  “Are you ok?” His voice vibrated in his chest below your ear, you took in a deep breath, you weren’t yet ready for this conversation.  “Yeah, like I said, just tired.” You spoke out. “Hey... What was Jin saying about Namjoon, something about him wanting to speak to me?” You changed the subject, and it was Jungkook’s turn to sigh. “Is that a bad thing?” You questioned, tilting your head up at him.  “Namjoon is... Invasive.” He started. “He’s the smartest guy I’ve ever met, but he’s analytical and he digs deep enough to have you question your own truth.” He looked down at you.  “So, you think he’s going to interrogate me?” You questioned, hand resting on his chest now, tracing the scars on his skin.  “I wouldn’t call it interrogating, but he’s going to want to understand the nature of our...” He paused and you couldn’t hold back the smile on your lips, lifting yourself on his chest and hovering over his face.  “Our what, Jungkook?” You smiled down at him. He, on the other hand, didn’t smile, and you pursed your lips, your smile slowly shrinking. You looked into his eyes, seeing the question in them. After all, what was this? “It’s ok if we don’t know what this is. We can figure it out after.” You spoke softly, almost a whisper.  “That’s what I’m worried about.” His eyes gently fluttered.  You leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips. Of course, you were always keen to him, but he was also extremely keen to you. He slowly melted under your soft kiss, one hand coming to rest on the side of your neck and face, the other hand resting on your waist. As you pulled away, you rested your forehead against his.  “When this is over, I’ll be yours, you’ll even be able to tell everyone your girlfriend was the president’s daughter.” You chuckled and this time he smiled, laughing along with you.  “The tabloids are going to have a blast when they find out you’re dating a war criminal and an ex-con.” He teased, biting into his lower lip.  “Maybe I’ll become an edgy icon who knows.” You lifted an eyebrow, and he pulled you in to kiss you again, this time deeper, full of intention. It was your turn to pull away, pressing a palm against his chest, breathless at the kiss.  “We have to rest, tomorrow is going to be a long day.” You told him and he quirked an eyebrow.  “Yes, Sargent.” He teased, yet his voice was low and raspy, filled with lust.  You knew that if you both had the time and opportunity, you’d be fucking like bunnies, you just couldn’t keep your hands off each other when you were together.  But eventually, you both fell asleep, you in his arms.  This time when you woke up gasping for air and sweating, Jungkook wasn’t in bed with you. He was up, fully dressed, and reading the black notebook he carried. His head shot in your direction, quickly making his way to you, sitting on the edge of the bed and resting his palms on your arms.  “Hey it’s ok, you’re ok... You’re safe.” He whispered and your eyes finally focused. “I’m right here.” You calmed down, hand lifting to your forehead to wipe at the sweat. “You should get up, get something to eat before we go, we still have time, I just didn’t want to wake you.” He spoke softly as he watched you calm down.  A few hours later, you were already fully dressed and had eaten breakfast alone in your room, waiting for them to come for you.  Jungkook opened the door, Jimin and Yoongi right outside, and you turned to him as he made his way to you.  “Ok, are you ready?” He asked, and you nodded. He sighed, reaching behind him to bring out a gun, similar to the one you had used in training with Jin and him.  “Safety on, safety off.” He gestured to the gun in front of him. “Fully loaded, 12 rounds.” He pulled to show you it was charged. “Remember, aim, breathe, shoot, don’t think.”  You took in a deep breath, nodding and taking the gun, already putting it in the holster that you had been given prior, you looked up at him, his silently looking at you, worried anxious eyes as now things were way too serious for him to risk losing you and before you could think, you were lounging forward, latching your lips onto his. He hugged your body strongly, kissing you deeply, eyes furrowed.  “Too much PDA,” Jimin grumbled and Yoongi chuckled beside him.  “Hey, love birds, cut it out, we gotta go,” Yoongi said.  Pulling away, you both looked at each other one more time in reassurance and he held out his hand for you to take. As he pulled you along with him to the elevators, you noticed that you didn’t know how this part of the bunker looked like.  Seamore was far bigger than what you had seen, but given that you were unconscious when you were brought here, you still didn’t know what the outside of it looked like.  The first thing you registered as the large industrial elevator lifted was the noise, cars, buses, people. But your eyes didn’t. Then you noticed you were under the sewers as the elevator opened to the dark, humid small space. You looked up, several feet above you was a tiny opening, you could see people walking, shadows.  “Come on.” Jungkook took you out of your thoughts, pulling you with him.  The space slowly became smaller, a dark musky hall lit by green lights, and you were all walking in line, Jin, Taehyung, and Jungkook in front of you and Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jimin behind. Your hand still held Jungkook’s firmly, picking up your pace as you followed right behind.  Soon you were out in a large tunnel, noticing the rails you were walking on, it was somewhat of a subway station, rats and roaches ran away from the sudden movement in the abandoned space. Everyone was attentive. Your hand hovered over the gun you barely knew how to use, ready to fire it if you had to.  You all must have walked for about twenty minutes in complete silence on the railings, noticing how the sound of the city slowly faded in the background, the only sound was now of cars and trucks somewhere above you, you looked back at the men behind you, bags slung over their shoulders, the only sound from the group was of heavy footsteps and breathing as you finally reached a gate. A large rusty metal gate that took over half of the tunnel opening, large cement pillars on the sides, behind it, you could barely see what hid under the black hoods.  Jin unlocked it, opening both sides wide, and Jungkook let go of your hand walking into the darkness. You stayed put, Yoongi coming to stand beside you, close enough for you to smell the body spray he used, his sharp eyes looking around.  They either were being extra cautious because of last time or they knew something you didn’t and as you watched the white-haired boy with a bag slung over his shoulder and his gun firmly gripped in his hand. You furrowed your brows, something was wrong, you could feel it as you looked at the other men, all of them had their guns in their hands as they uncovered the two big dark vehicles hidden in the dark. As soon as the hoods were lifted, the doors were wide open, and everyone moved, expect for Yoongi, who handed his bag to Taehyung, him handing the bag to Jimin. You watched them quickly load it, looking back at Yoongi in silence, and you saw him look beyond the dark tunnel and furrow his brows. When Hoseok sat in the driver seat of one car and turned on the ignition, strong headlights illuminated you, making you flinch, blinding you for a few seconds as your hand lifted to your eyes to shield you.  And that was enough time for Yoongi to yell.  “We’ve got company!” Your head spun around to where he was looking, eyes bulging, and before you even got the chance to see, you were suddenly pushed behind him. The six came into formation behind the cement pillars on each side as a hand landed on the back of your neck harshly pulling you back, you gasped, and the seconds between your lungs filling with air and the air leaving was all it took. Everything was too loud.  Shots being fired.  “Get her to the car!” Jungkook yelled and Taehyung pulled you quickly, shoving you into the backseat and pushing you down, climbing over you to protect you. Your breathing was violent, wheezing as you took large intakes of air and let it go, body trembling, the weighted of Taehyung above you didn’t help. Hoseok was crouched behind the driver door. All you could see were flashes of light going off repeatedly. You counted, you knew they were going to have to stop to reload, and you still didn’t know what they were shooting at, who they were shooting at, all you knew is that they were shooting back.  “We have to move!” You heard Jin yell. And suddenly they were all moving to the cars, running quickly from the shots targeted at them, at you. They moved fast, not bothering to buckle, Hoseok stepped on the accelerator and the car launched forward, speeding inside the tunnel. You could hear the tires scream against the asphalt,  as the reflection of Jin’s car lights shone through the review mirror, the light blinding you once more, so you turned your head, trying your best you stay calm. “Windows.” You heard Jungkook’s voice. There was one more person in the car, right next to your head, you just didn’t know who yet.  The shooting against the car never stopped, and they were shooting back through the windows. The darkness soon was taken over by the daylight, the car slightly jumping as it turned into a highway, you were out in the open, Taehyung lifted from you and opened his window as well, but he wasn’t shooting, he was just looking. You took that as I sign you could get up, pressing your palms against the leather and pushing your body, and you peeked through the back window. That was enough time for a shot to hit the spot, cracking the bulletproof glass. “Raven, stay down!” Jungkook yelled. And you gasped, pressing your head to the leather once more. This time you could see everything, Jungkook’s body twisted in his seat, aiming his gun out the window, Taehyung was on your left, head against the back of Jungkook’s seat, on your other side was Jimin, gun out just like Jungkook, shooting.  “Shit, shit, shit, fuck!” Jungkook cursed out in frustration as he came back in to reload, frows deeply furrowed and sweat starting to accumulate on his forehead, you hadn’t seen him like this before, he was usually under control of his reactions, emotions, he was furious, frustrated. “Taehyung, what are we dealing with?” He asked, not looking at him as he loaded his gun. “Four cars, about 15 men, they lost five back in the tunnels.” He spoke in a deep voice, calm for the situation. You saw Hoseok take a radio from the headboard. “Four cars, fifteen men.” He informed through it, receiving a quick. “Roger.” from the other end. It was Jin’s voice. You noticed they were short numbered compared to your car, that made your heart speed in your chest. Jimin came back in. Your eyes lifted to him. His hair parted in the middle, his cheeks flushed from the adrenaline, but he was steady. “How the fuck did they know we were here?” He rested his back against the seat, lowered as he loaded his gun, and looked at Jungkook.  “Someone from Jin’s crew must have tipped them off, especially if they know I’m the commander of this mission, they know we’re close.” Jungkook looked out the window. “Must have been waiting for us to leave at some point.” His eyes slightly bulged and your eyes shot up to the review mirror, watching as two of the four cars chasing you passed Jin’s and started closing up on you.  “Incoming!” Jungkook yelled, and the shooting started once again, your eyes screwing shut as you heard the bullets hit the car, again and again, the sound was all too familiar, you could still feel Thoma’s hand on you, hear his voice, it was making it hard to breathe. You thought you’d be used to it by now, used to the sound of the shots, used to the feeling of dread, but no, it seemed worse now that you didn’t know how Jin and Yoongi were doing.  The ground shook all of a sudden, the sound of a loud explosion being heard in the back, and Hoseok screamed out.  “Fuck yeah!” As he looked through the review mirror, both hands on the steering wheel, one gripping the radio and blown out eyes. “That’s fucking Yoongi!” He wore a large smile on his face, body pumping with adrenaline.  “Three cars, then men.” Taehyung updated, you were winning.  The cars slowly reached up to you, though, and the shooting only increased, the sound of firing guns and bullets making you dizzy.  “Ah, fuck!” You heard Jungkook curse as he quickly made his way back in and hissed. Your eyes shot open, looking at him, his hand over his face. Jungkook was hit? Was he shot? You started panicking, your already hard breathing loud and alarming. “Jungkook?” You called out, and he looked at you. His back rested against the dashboard.  “I’m ok, just debris.” His hand left his face and you could see the small cut on his cheek, opposite to his scar. Your heart hammered in your chest, and he looked at your alarmed expression, taking in a deep breath before he was looking out the window, aiming his gun. You watched him take in a deep breath, his chest filling as his hand steadied in the air, his eyes sharpening and pupils blowing, and he pressed the trigger, taking the shot. You heard loud tire sounds, then a loud bang and metal scraping against pavement before a very loud crash and the radio beamed in Hoseok’s hand.  “Bullseye!” Jin screamed through it, Jungkook pursed his lips as he lowered his gun. He looked at you, a cocky smirk slowly tugging at his lips before he winked, reassuring you he was most definitely in control of the situation and also a fucking badass.   It calmed you down, but the cockiness also turned you on, regardless of the situation. You slowly smiled back at him and his smile spread on his lips, noticing the change in your demeanor, noticing how you had calmed down, it was a mutual understanding, a silent one, he had decided to not put you through the worry that he might get hurt, so he ended it quick. The small moment was interrupted by the sound of Jimin’s gun shooting right beside you, Jungkook looked over as part of his upper body was out the window, right bare arm and shoulder out in the open.  “Jimin, don’t expose yourself.” He warned.  “I got it.” He argued, yelling as he took another shot.  “Jimin, that’s an order,” Jungkook spoke more firmly, the smaller boy slowly retracting into the car and turning his face towards his commander, not defying his order.   “Yes, Si-“ His answer was cut short by the sound of a hit and him hissing; hand clutching at his shoulder as his head fell back against Hoseok’s seat.  “Fuck!” He cursed out.  You looked up and watched as Jimin shirt slowly stained red, the blood trickling down his arm. Jimin was shot. Your eyes bulged, and you reached out instinctively, pulling him out of view and down with you on impulse, not even paying mind to Taehyung crawling over you both and taking over for him at the other window, gun pointed out, and aiming at the tires.  You quickly maneuvered the both of you, crouched over Jimin. Jungkook leaned over the middle of the car, alarmed eyes as he reached for his injured friend. Jiming squirmed in place as Jungkook grabbed his hand.  “You’re ok, it’s just a scratch, it didn’t hit you, just scraped,” Jungkook informed as he pulled Jimin’s hand away, assessing the wound, he heard Taehyung curse out, looking at your and Jimin for a few seconds. “Raven, I need you to handle him, can you do that for me?” Jungkook looked down at you, eyes always looking up to watch Jin and Yoongi’s car and Taehyung shooting against the two remaining vehicles.  “Yes, Sir.” You quickly replied without thought.  “I need you to reach back and grab the aid kit, it’s a yellow bag, stay down, don’t expose yourself.” You quickly nodded, Jungkook moving back to his seat and reloading his gun, starting to shoot at the far back vehicle still chasing Jin and Yoongi. Looking through the small fend between the seats, you finally found the yellow bag, squeezing your hand into space and grabbing it, sliding it up and over. Quickly pulling it into your lap you took out bandages and antiseptic, you were shaking, trembling fingers and shaky breath as adrenaline and fear coursed through your body. Struggling to open the antiseptic, you grabbed at Jimin’s hand, squeezing it tightly before you poard it over the open wound. It wasn’t that deep, and Jungkook was right, it wasn’t a gunshot, it was a gash, a big one, but still, a wound. Jiming squeezed your hand and cursed out several profanities as the burn hit him. Your face twisted in pain at the force he squeezed your hand and in sympathy as you remember your own experience with pain. Quickly letting go of his hand you grabbed gauze, cleaning as much as you could without hurting him and you just slightly gasped as you heard a second explosion boom behind you, ground shaking violently before Taehyung finally took his shot, the car chasing you overturning several times beside you. You could barely focus on the sounds as you mended Jimin. You did your best at wrapping him up, circling the bandages around his arm, and making sure they were in place. You rummaged through the yellow bag until you found bottles of pills, shakily opening them and offering them silently to a lidded eyed Jimin. Even if the look in his eyes were of pain, you couldn’t deny that it made you feel self-conscious all of a sudden. You were straddling him, directly seated over his middle, the yellow bag resting in between your legs, just at his stomach. You swallowed, and he shook his head, denying your offer.  “We’re clear,” Taehyung informed in a deep voice, settling back into the car once again, shifting in his seat as he closed the window. Not long after, Jungkook settled back in, back rested on the dashboard, and gun rested on his lap. He let his head fall back, eyes closing as he took in a deep breath through his mouth. You turned to look at him, noticing the little cut on his cheek, the small trickling of blood staining his perfect features.  He brought his head back down, opening his eyes and looking at you then at Jimin, eyes moving to both your bodies and how they touched, he lifted a brow and Jiming was sitting up, making everything on top of him roll down to the car floor.  You sat properly, just between him and Taehyung as you reached down to grab the antiseptic that had fallen, your hand met with Jungkook’s, yours gripping the bottle, his holding your wrist, you looked up, he was close, crouched over the middle once more and he looked straight at you, dangerous adrenaline eyes staring back. You shivered, swallowing and wetting your lips.  “We should, we should clean that.” You stuttered out. He pursed his lips, not moving, and a smirk tugged at the corner.  “I thought girls liked guys with scars.” He teased in a low voice, way too flirtatious for someone who had just been shot at several times. “You can keep your scars, but the blood is distracting.” You whispered back at him and he chuckled, leaning back again, letting go of your wrist.  You settled back, dabbing a gauze with the antiseptic and handing it to him as he shuffled in his seat properly.  “Everyone good?” The radio in Hoseok’s hand beamed. He brought the device up to his lips.  “Jimin was almost hit, probably gonna need stitches, Jungkook has a scratch... Taehyung?” Hoseok questioned, looking through the review mirror. The boy only gestured that he was fine.  “Taehyung is perfect.”  “Damn right I am.” He commented, making everyone in the car fall into laughter, even Jimin, as he clutched under his wound. After the laughter died down, the radio beamed once more.  “Jungkook, we might have more company on the way, especially if they made contact with someone.” It was Yoongi’s voice this time. It made you feel like a weighted lifted off your chest and you didn’t even notice you were worried until you heard his voice and confirmed he was safe.  Everyone in the car looked at each other, Jungkook taking in a deep breath, grabbing the radio from Hoseok’s hand.  “We change our course, going to take us a little longer to get there but, it’s better than risking them surprising us ahead.” He spoke and shook his head. “There is a chance they know where we’re going, might want to warm Armstrong, make sure he’s aware, and taking necessary precautions.” The radio answered with another “Roger.” And suddenly the car went quiet. It was only for a few minutes, enough time for you to worry about what waited for you ahead.  “Hobi, we’re taking rout C, if we get incoming again, we’re doing contingency plan.” Hoseok’s head spun around towards Jungkook, eyes slightly bulged. Even Taehyung and Jimin straightened their backs, looking at their commander in surprise.  “Holy shit, really?” It was Jimin’s turn to speak. You looked at him, not understanding how he could look so normal while wounded. You figured he was used to pain like this, you even wondered how many times he’s been nearly shot, or shot for that matter. Jungkook didn’t answer, and they all looked between each other. “Oh, fuck yeah.” Jiming finished, and you furrowed your brows in confusion.  “What’s the contingency plan?” You asked, looking around at the men.  Jimin turned his head in your direction, leaning in with a devilish smirk and a lifted eyebrow.  “It means we get to play with the big guns, baby.” You blinked at his proximity, slowly taken back by it.  “Red Hawk,” Jungkook called, Jiming only tilted his head towards his commander, his eyes looking back through the review mirror. “Call her baby one more time and I’ll cut out your tongue.” It was an empty threat, you knew, everyone knew, but still, the possessiveness that dripped from his voice had you shivering once more.  “Yes, Sir.” He chuckled and sat back again. You looked through the small mirror, your eyes meeting his.  You couldn’t tell if it was the adrenaline coursing through both your veins or the fact that now you were both comfortable with each other, with each other’s bodies, but there was electricity in the air between you both. It was so palpable that it made you feel breathless. The way he was looking at you felt like he could strip and fuck into you right there between his team without a bat of an eye, and you knew he would. You cleared your throat, breaking eye contact and looking down at your lap. This was going to be a long ride.  At some point, after what felt like two hours of silence, you stopped in the middle of nowhere, Hoseok quickly leaving the car to empty his bladder along with Jimin. You were strictly ordered to stay put, Taehyung staying in the car with you as Jungkook walked out to meet with Yoongi.  As they both made their way back, you watched as Jimin made his way to the car with Jin. Yoongi settled in the seat where Jimin was, and Hoseok switched places with Jungkook.  “Hey there, princess, miss me?” Yoongi teased as he shut the door. You rolled your eyes but quickly looked at him as you noticed he as well had a bandage around his wrist.  “You’re hurt!” You gasped as you leaned into him, taking his hand and looking at his wound. You didn’t notice, but Jungkook only watched through the review mirror as he took off with the car, quiet as he watched you two interact.  “I’m fine, princess, just a scratch, like Jimin.” He reassured you, a soft smile playing on his lips. You took in a deep breath, resting your back against the seat once more, but not letting go of his wrist.  “God, you’re all getting hurt because of me.” You closed your eyes as you threw your head back, frustrated.  “Hey, we’re not getting hurt because of you... We chose to do this, it’s not just a mission anymore, you’re part of this family.” Yoongi spoke softly as his hand rested above yours, reassuringly.  You sighed, opening your eyes and looking at him. It made you soften. They considered you family now, but that only made the idea of one of them getting hurt clench at your heart tighter.  Silence settled once more after a while. You just looked through the window, your head slowly resting on Taehyung’s shoulder as you still held onto Yoongi’s hand gently. You never felt so safe in your life as you did with these men. Not only physically, but there was a sense of comfort they gave you that made the idea of a future with these boys too tempting to let go of.  It was only when the sky got orange that you noticed the sun was setting, you looked up from Taehyung’s shoulder to see that him, Yoongi and Hoseok were asleep, Jungkook quietly driving, paying attention to the road, you rested the side of your head on Taehyung’s shoulder again, looking at the man you were madly in love with through the review mirror. His eyes flicked your way, and you smiled, but he didn’t smile back.  “You’re awake.” He spoke softly, voice deep.  “Barely.” You answered him, airy chuckle leaving you. He hummed.  “You seem to like Yoongi.” He said, and you were quiet, looking at the review mirror and watching him. He had a crease in his forehead, as if he was thinking. Was Jungkook jealous?  You remembered the day you both had reconciled, the way he had asked Yoongi if he was in love with you, the worry and weighted that question had carried.  “I do... I like all the boys.” You answered cautiously, surveying his reaction, he only swallowed. You felt intrigued.  “But you like me too...” He added suddenly and couldn’t help pursing your lips, suppressing the smile that wanted to show.  “It’s a lot more than like, Jungkook...” You admitted and his eyes flicked to the review mirror. It all brought back memories, like the first time you both had a quiet conversation through the review mirror in the desserts.  “More than like?” He questioned, eyes flicking from the road to your reflection.  “Jungkook, I’m in lo-“ You were cut short by the radio, Jungkook looking down at it.  “Next exit, the hatch is open.” Jin’s voice informed through it. The boys slowly stirred awake next to you, making you unable to finish what you were going to say.  “We’re here?” Hoseok questioned in a sleepy voice as the sky slowly darkened and Jungkook made a turn at the approaching exit. On the horizon you could see a bright city, it almost seemed like Vegas suddenly appearing in the desert, but before you got the chance to take in the city, you were turning vigorously into a tunnel, the wheels coming in contact with a metal ramp as you made your way into what looked similar to Seamore. Another five minutes of driving in the dark past and the car drove into a wide well lit hanger, several expensive cars, motorcycles and even a bus parked inside.  Finally parking the car, everyone started to get out. You slid right after Taehyung as he made his way to the trunk, but were stopped by a hand on your wrist, your body being pulled into Jungkook’s chest. You gasped in surprise, but he captured your lips into his own, making you melt into his kiss. It ended as quickly as it started, making you chase his lips as he pulled away.  “Are you ok?” He asked as he rested his hands on your hips, making sure you weren’t hurt in any way. You just nodded, unable to find your voice.  After everything was unloaded, Jungkook took your hand again as he walked towards a door at the far end of the hanger.  “God, I’m starving,” Jin spoke behind you, making you turn your head towards him. “I hope Joon has edible food.” He rolled his head, cracking his neck as you walked down a hallway.  You were expecting another military type base, but you were met with something completely different.  It was a large space, wide and tall with art littered walls. There was a mezzanine, you could see books on the walls up there, hundreds and hundreds of books. The floor was carpeted in a dark red color, a center table that could easily fit ten people, and the room was lit by dimmed yellow lights that hung in between the several paintings that were on the walls. You were stunned, mouth slowly falling agape as you took tentative steps into the room, the boys starting to move as they piled the bags in one corner.  “I’ll go get Namjoon.” Said Taehyung as he walked towards the stairs at the corner of the room. The boys all walked in, making themselves comfortable as if they were at home. Jin sat down at one of the chairs on the table, Yoongi and Hoseok making their way to the red velvet couch you hadn’t noticed on the right side of the room and Jungkook walked towards the bags along with Jimin, letting go of your hand. You still looked everywhere, taking in the paintings. They looked antique, rare, expensive. You barely noticed the shadow behind you before you felt the cold metal against the back of your head, the sound of the safety pin being turned off.  The noise alone was enough for the men protecting you trained ears to look your way, Jungkook quickly taking his gun and aiming at whoever had you at gunpoint, Jin, and the three others were just as fast, making their way slowly towards you, all formed into a semi-circle. Jin looked alarmed, Jimin looked at Jungkook and back at the one behind you, something keen to confusion in his eyes. And Yoongi and Hoseok swallowed, yet ready to shoot if needed.  “Interesting.” The deep voice spoke behind you. It seemed young, calm even though there were five guns pointed in their direction. “Got them wrapped around your finger, huh?” He spoke again and you didn’t dare move a muscle, too aware of the gun pressed firmly to the back of your head. This person held your life in their hands and just one swift move and everything was over.  “What the fuck are you doing?” Jungkook spoke between clenched teeth at whoever was behind you. The man only chuckled, amused. “Joon, put the fucking gun down.” Jungkook spat out.  You furrowed your brows in confusion. So the person behind you was Namjoon, the one Jungkook seemed to have a deep respect for and somehow, he had a gun pointed to your head. Had he betrayed them? The thought brought dread filling your gut, the idea that one of their own would do such a thing. But worst was that one of their own could just simply decide to take your life, and there was nothing any of the boys could do about it. “And where is the fun in that, Jungkookie?” He spoke out so free of care that it made you start to shiver. The condescending tone in his voice towards Jungkook made his anger build inside of him. “Namjoon, I swear to god-“ Jungkook started. “What, Jungkook, what are you going to do? Shoot me? Kill me?” He asked a little sharper, nuzzle pressing harder into your head. “You’d shoot someone you’ve known most of your life over her? Someone you met only a month ago?” There seemed to be a lingering curiosity in his voice, almost a dare. Jungkook swallowed, you could see his Adam’s apple bopping as he pondered the idea. He seemed nervous as he blinked and took in a deep breath.  “Yes.” He spoke out in a firm voice, yet shaky breath.  “Interesting, and why is that, Jungkook?” Namjoon asked with a sense of amusement in his voice.  “Hyung, just put the gun do-“ Jungkook’s resolve slowly faltered.  “Answer my question, Commander.” Namjoon pressed, interrupting.  “Because I’m in love with her.” He blurted out in a breath.  Everything went quiet, even the other boy’s sharp gazes flicking towards their commander. Your heart suddenly stopped at his confession, eyes shining with something new, and you forgot you were being held at gunpoint. Jungkook’s eyes moved to you, concern and something else filled within them. It was love, he was in love with you, just as you were in love with him.  “That’s all I needed to know.” The man’s voice behind you softened with a smile in his words. He pulled the gun away, putting it behind his back and you turned in place, breaking the eye contact with Jungkook to look up at him.  You almost sighed in frustration at his striking beauty. His tall frame and defined jaw. He wore glasses and a well-tailored gray suit. His hair was neatly parted and up and he placed both hands inside his pants pockets, looking down at you with a brow lifted. You didn’t even think as you raised your hand and slammed it across his cheek. His face barely turned but it was enough to have him and everyone else in the room shocked.  “Don’t ever point a gun at me again.” You warned him before you turned back to Jungkook. His eyes bulged and his mouth slightly opened. You made your way to him, rushing your steps as you got closer and you wrapped your arms around his body, burying your nose into his neck. You barely registered Yoongi laughing as Namjoon let out an “I deserved that.”  You breathed in deeply as his arms wrapped around you, one hand resting on the back of your head, you pulled away slightly to look at him, his eyes filled with a tenderness that only made you not want to let go.  “Me too.” Was all you said, too taken back, unable to really put into words, and you saw him smile stupidly at you.  “Yeah?” He asked with an almost boyish ring to it. You nodded, unable not to smile back just as stupidly as him.  “Yeah.” You answered. The intimate moment seemed to through everyone in the room into an awkward silence as they all recovered from the fright.  “Oh, there you are!” Taehyung spoke above, leaning against the rail of the mezzanine. “Wait, why does everyone have their guns?” Taehyung obliviously questions, making Jimin look up at him and scoff.  “Catch up, Tae.” He teases.  As you detach from Jungkook, he looks past your shoulder and you turn, watching Namjoon make his way to you both.  “Welcome to Armstrong, Raven.” He speaks with his hands neatly placed behind his back. “I’m Namjoon, It’s nice to meet you.” He speaks nonchalantly, making you roll your eyes.  “Yeah, I know, you didn’t really make a great first impression.” You answer, crossing your arms over your chest. Jungkook chuckles beside you, amused at your attitude.  “Well, I just needed to make sure you were worth going through all this trouble. After all, you are worth a shit tone.” He shrugs, making you squint in his direction in utter disbelief. “But, although the altercations from before, I would never hurt you regardless of you meaning anything to Jungkookie or not, if he deems the mission a priority, he’s my commander and I’ll always follow his orders.” He looks up at Jungkook, giving him a firm nod.  “Stop calling me that,” Jungkook mumbled.  You looked back at Jungkook with your brows furrowed. It was honestly surprising seeing him banter with Namjoon like a teenager.  “But, I hope you’ll find it in you to forgive me for my little test, I was never going to hurt you, anyway.” He spoke once more, placing his hands in his pockets.  You breathed in deeply, looking back at the tall man.  God, why did they all have to be so annoyingly attractive?  “I forgive you, with a condition.” You lift an eyebrow and he mimics your stance, curious.  “And what would that be?” He questioned.  “You tell me how you got your hands on that Caravaggio.” You lifted your chin, eye flickering to the very real and rare “Judith Beheading Holofernes” painting just above the couch where Yoongi and Hoseok now were heading back to.  Namjoon flicked his tongue out to wet his lips, a glint shining in his eyes at your interest.  “Oh, I like her.” He spoke out, not tearing his defying gaze from your own.  “I said the same thing.” Jimin chimed in as he made his way to sit with Jin at the table.  “Yeah, you all like her, I get it.” Jungkook scoffed out, and that only made the men in the room laugh.  Armstrong was indeed very big, bigger than Red Hawk, bigger than Seamore. It was luxurious too, with a whole wing made out of Victorian Decorated Suits with lavish bathrooms, and another wing that Namjoon had informed you was where he had his armory and training rooms. Right in the middle, was the main dining hall that you had all walked into and his library and collection. You had so many questions to ask as he guided you and Jungkook to a Master Suite with a large king-sized bed covered in what you could tell was Egyptian Cotton and a Duvet that felt like clouds.  It reminded you of home and made you sigh as you walked in, taking in the creamed colored walls, the two ivory nightstands, one with a white porcelain vase, fresh flowers placed inside, and the other with a small white lamp. The walls had some Victorian paintings, but you noticed that there were no windows. In front of the bed, against the wall was a large television and a door right beside it that lead to the very wide, very white couple bathroom, with a large bathtub on one side and a glass closed shower box with two shower heads facing each other. Two marble sinks placed beside each other and a large, well lit mirror.  It was everything you were used to.  And Jungkook seemed to notice as he bid Namjoon his farewell for the meantime and watched you take in everything. He leaned against the bathroom door, placing his hands inside his pockets and looking down at the floor. You finally noticed him through the reflection in the mirror, placing your hands against the surface and sighing.  “This place is amazing.” You spoke in a soft voice, a tinge of bitterness to them.  Jungkook didn’t seem to reflect your thoughts, though. He seemed troubled.  “What’s wrong?” You asked as you turned in your spot, facing him. It was his turn to sigh.  “I can’t give you this.” He didn’t lift his eyes to meet you. “I can’t give you the fancy shit and the fine food with fine art, and I know it’s what you’re used to.” He finally looked up at you.  “Jungkook...” You started, leaning off the sink and walking slowly to him. “I had this. I had it for years on end, but I don’t need it... I don’t need any of this, you want to know what I need?” You asked him as you finally stopped in front of his tall frame, his eyes looking down at you. “I need safety. I need freedom. I need to be able to sleep anywhere, anyplace without worrying if I’m going to be alive tomorrow.” You reached out to touch his face. Placing your palm on his warm cheek, he leaned into it. “But I need you above all things.” He turned his face into your palm, placing a kiss onto it.  “I need a hot shower, I real hot shower, with you, right now.” He sighed out, and you finally noticed how exhausted he seemed. He’s been working so hard to make sure you’re safe, getting into life-threatening situations, shooting at people, killing people. Barely sleeping. Your eyes softened, reaching your hand down to grab his hand and pull him further into the bathroom, and he only pulled the doorknob along with him, closing it.  There was something akin to electricity going through the both of you as you slowly undressed him, gripping at the base of his black shirt and pulling it up and over his head, only breaking eye contact as it passed through it. You were both silent as you undressed each other, his hands tracing your skin gently as you got bare, mapping it, making you gasp as it brushed against sensitive areas. Your nipples hardened and perked as his large hands rested on the small of your back, your eyes finally roamed his bare body. You’ve seen it a few times before at Seamore, but somehow in this atmosphere, in this light, it seemed like the first time. You pulled him into the showers, turning them on and waiting for the water to warm, watching as it slowly fogged the see-through glass, he remained quiet, closing the small distance and placing his hand on the small of your back once more, unable to flick your eyes down. Your mouth watered at the sight of his hardening cock, thick and girthy as it twitched when he noticed your hungry stare, unable to ignore the way you had wet your lips. He pulled you into him with the hand resting at the small of your back, his other hand reaching for your chin to pull you up to look at him. His eyes were dark, darker than they’ve ever been, but there was not only danger written in them, there was also a weight that you had never seen before. A vulnerability you have never seen before and it left you breathless.  He leaned in, grazing his lips against yours, your eyes fluttering slightly, waiting for the kiss. But it never came, he just hovered. Your eyes opened, watching him as his lips parted.  “I don’t know if I should fuck you like you’re the president’s daughter or if I should make love to you like you’re mine.” He whispered against them, coaxing a whine from your lips as you pressed your thighs together. A smirk stretched across his lips at your reaction. He liked it, liked watching the way you reacted to him. “My pretty little dove...” He praised, nudging your lips with his own and your mouth parted. “Every single man in this building wants a piece of you.” He furrowed his brows, feigning worry. “Maybe I should remind them why they’ll never get the chance, huh?” He teased further, hand on your back moving up your spine, making your body litter with goosebumps. “So, what will it be, little dove?” He asked as his fingers made their way into your hair, gently gripping and pulling your head slightly back.  Your eyes fluttered closed as you felt his lips graze your jaw, moving slowly down your throat and rest on your neck, you took in a deep breath.  “B-both.” You stuttered out in a shaky breath.  Jungkook opened his mouth on your neck, sucking at the skin with wet sounds as he pushed you into the hot water, turning in place so he could also get under it, wetting both your bodies. You gasped at the feeling of the strong jets hitting your skin, Jungkook’s hands leaving your body to rest at the fogging glass behind you, palms flat, he finally pulled away, satisfied with the dark purple marks he had littered your skin with and you opened your eyes to look up at him, breathless, cheeks blushed and already looking fucked out. He swallowed at the sight of your damp hair and skin, head resting back on the glass, looking up at him with swollen lips and hungry eyes.  “You’re so fucking beautiful it hurts.” He whispered out, cock twitching against his stomach. Your eyes flickered down to it for a second before looking back into his eyes with a new glint in them. Slowly, you slid down to your knees, Jungkook’s eyes following you as your head leveled with his straining erection.  His lips parted at the sight of you looking up at him through your lashes, the insinuation of your position already overwhelming him, you watched his Adam’s Apple bop, the water hitting the side of his body, droplets sliding down his toned strong abs. His hair stuck to his forehead, giving you the perfect sight.  Reaching out your hand, you gripped at the base of his erection, eyes finally looking down at it and you bit your lip. It had been a while since you had taken someone into your mouth and Jungkook was a handful, he’d certainly be a mouthful. Leaning in, you kissed his tip, watching his abs clench and his cock twitch in your hold. You looked up at him through your lashes once more, sticking out your tongue to deliver a slow yet short lick to his glistening head. A huff of air left his lips, and you took that as a sign to carry on.  Your hand moved up his shaft, stopping just below his tip and gliding back down in a slow smooth stroke and you opened your mouth to finally take him in, mouth closing around his tip and gliding down along with your hand, the airy, throaty moan that left him sent a shiver down your spine as you took him as far as you could, watching his eyes fall shut and his mouth hang open in bliss.  You hollowed your cheeks as you pulled back, tongue swirling around at his sensitive tip, making his hips gently buck forward with another deep groan. He opened his lidded eyes, looking down at you and watching as you once again glided down his cock, mouth closing in inch by inch slowly and he bit down on his lower lip at the sight, cock twitching inside your mouth. It only encouraged you further, making you start a pace of bopping your head and you jerked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, you barely noticed the way his fingers curled against the glass, how his hips slowly ground into your mouth, how his groans became more frequent as your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you could taste his leaking arousal in the back of your tongue.  “Y/N...” He whispered out your name, making you open your eyes to look up at him. Looking at his pained expression as he let our breathy moans. “If you keep doing that I’m going to cum.” He warned, and you could feel the way his twitches became more frequent inside your mouth, how swollen he had become. “You need to stop, baby, stop.” He warned in a pained voice, and you pulled your mouth away from him. One of his hands came down to grip over yours, making sure you stopped your movements and he hissed as he closed his eyes and leaned into his arm, biting on his skin.  “Fuck.” He cursed out as you slowly rose from your spot, lips swollen and dripless of drool leaking down your chin.  The fact that he was edging had you throbbing, desperate to help him get his release, pulling your hand from his erection, you slid both up his chest, resting them around his neck and pulling him in to finally kiss you.  His tongue desperately searched for yours, hands falling to your hips and pulling you along with him under the water once more, one of his hands moved, sliding down your middle and dipping in between your folds, you gasped and clenched at the feeling of his fingers there, but not yet inside of you, not where and how you wanted him. He chuckled, and he pulled away from your mouth to acknowledge what he had found.  “You got soaking wet from sucking me off, Little Dove?” He questioned with a raspy voice, a smirk playing on his lips. You nodded almost innocently at him, feeling the throb worsen. “What a dirty little girl.” He teased, and you whined, making him chuckle even more. He brought his hand down again, dipping them into your folds once more and pressing two of them against your entrance, making you ache as he rubbed just around your hole.  “Is it aching, hm?” He questioned, an arrogant stance to his words, you whined loudly at the feeling, lifting one leg on the side of his body, he gladly grabbed your thigh, helping you keep it up. Your hips slowly ground on his fingers, aching for them to breach you. “I can feel you clenching, little dove, your hungry pussy is dying to be filled.” He teased once more.  The way he spoke made you unable to think, it was enough that he was annoyingly attractive, strong and dangerous, has an amazing cock, but his dirty talk just made everything too much and you whined louder.  “J-Jungkook, please.” Your weak strained voice begged, that only seemed to amuse him more, his hard cock pressed to your lower stomach, twitching with your needy voice.  “Please what, little dove, do you want my fingers inside of you like the first time? Fucking you against the bathroom wall as I did against the desert floor?” You gasped as his thumb brushed your throbbing clit, body jerking at the contact.  “Fuck me!” You moaned out loud as he pressed his fingers into you, breaching your entrance only slightly and circling his fingers. Jungkook moved you to rest your back against the wall, still holding your leg up and against his hip.  “What is it, little dove, are my fingers not enough?” He pushed them in a little more, pulling them out again and you dug your fingers into his arms, grunting in frustration, that only made him chuckle further. “Feisty.” He clenched his jaw as he pushed his fingers all the way in, curling them on their way out and brushing against your sweet spot inside of you. He watched your every reaction as you threw your head back in pleasure, body starting to tremble in his hold. You choked out a moan as he pushed them back in just as slow as the first time, it made you want to cry.  “P-please, please fuck me.” You cried out as you felt the burn and ache of your core. His hungry haze only watched as you slowly lost your resolve under him, your patient slowly withering.  “That’s my good girl.” He praised as he pulled his fingers out and turned you around in place, hand resting on the back of your neck and pushing you against the wall.  You leaned back into him, feeling him press his cock to your bare ass, slowly grinding on his erection. He watched, cursing under his breath, and his free hand slammed down against your bare ass, making you jump in pleasured surprise, the burn of his palm against your wet skin delicious.  He gripped at the base of his cock, aligning it with your entrance, but slowly gliding his tip between your soaked folds, watching as you clenched around nothing.  “Fuck, stop teasing me and fuck me like I’m your bitch already.” You grunted out in frustration, your cheek pressed to the wall, and Jungkook took your words to heart, finally pressing his tip into your entrance and pushing all the way in one swift move, cock easily sliding with how wet you were. You barely had time to make a sound at the feeling of finally being filled by him, before he was pulling out and thrusting hard and deep into you once more, stilling deep inside of you as he felt your tight walls clamp down around him.  “God, you’re so tight.” He mumbled out. One of your hands reached back to grip at his hips, your fingers digging into his skin to keep him still for just a little longer as you felt him heavy against your cervix, and when you let go, he started a relentless and violent pace into you.  The sound of slapping skin reverberated around the bathroom, surely loud enough for whoever was next to your room to hear. Your loud lewd moans and whimpers weren’t any better, and you yelped as his hand landed on your ass hard once more, ripping a high-pitched moan of his name from you.  “That’s it, baby, let everyone know who’s fucking you this good.” He spoke out between clenched teeth at the effort he was putting into fucking you. “Fuck, you feel so good.” His voice faltered, allowing you to hear just how strained it was.  The drag of his cock inside of you was perfect, you could feel all the ridges and veins rub against your walls and his tip brush against that sweet spot with each stroke in and out of you, you could feel the familiar tail of your high approach you, growing tighter and tighter with each second and letting him know you were getting close.  You were suddenly opening your eyes when you felt him pull out, groaning in pain as he gripped the base of his cock to keep him from cumming, you turned your head in his direction and he was turning you once again, gripping at the base of your thighs and lifting you into his lap, pressing your back against the wall.  It was all too familiar.  “I want to look at you when you cum.” He whispered against your lips as he aligned his throbbing cock with your entrance once more. He pushed inside, the feeling of being full again making your eyes roll into the back of your head, and he moved slowly this time, wanting to feel every little inch of you while he looked at you.  Your eyes met his as your chest heaved, glossy and hooded, as you let him read into your soul as he fucked into you.  He grounded slow and deep into you, lips touching yours softly, kissing you softly. You couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his neck, one hand brushing his wet hair back as you both drowned in each other. This wasn’t fucking anymore, this was passion, want, love.  You could feel him even more from this angle, feel the way your stomach bulged slightly when he bottomed, feel the slow and wet drag of him inside of you, rubbing harder into the sweet spot that had you seeing stars.  Your brows furrowed, a whine leaving you as you felt your high approaching you again, his own furrowing in the same silent agreement that you were both going to cum.  “Cum for me, little dove.” He whispered out against your lips, hips stuttering as his high approached him. “Cum with me.” He breathed out.  And you let yourself let go, feeling your orgasm hit you so strong that your vision flashed white for a few seconds. Your walls clamping down on him so tight and violently it coaxed his own high. You trembled in his arms as you felt the peak of your high make you arch against the wall, your lips parting to let out high pitched breathy moans as you felt his cock twitch and coat your walls as he fucked into you, riding out both your highs. His low and dragged breathy groan bounced off the walls, ringing in your ears as you felt his body shiver with his release, finally stilling when he felt you wince in overstimulation.  You both must have stayed still for minutes, just hearing the sound of the heavy water jets hit the side of his body and the floor and your ragged breathing, Jungkook’s forehead rested on your shoulder and your hands caressing his scalp in the back of his head.  After what felt like forever, he slowly slipped out of you, placing your sore legs down onto the wet floor, but he didn’t pull his head off your shoulder. He just pressed his body against yours, his arms snaking around your frame.  “I love you.” You whispered out, closing your eyes as you rested your cheek against his chest.  You’d blame it on the post-orgasm bliss but in all reality, you did. You just needed him to hear you say it. And he did, his body trembled in place at the words ringing around the bathroom, slowly pulling away from your shoulder to look at you.  “I love you, Y/N.” He spoke out in barely a whisper, but you felt it with every letter.  You both stayed in silence, just admiring each other and the weighted of the moment as he leaned in to kiss your forehead, cheeks, lips, chin.  “You think they heard us this time?” You questioned as he pulled away, brushing the wet hair off your face.  “I fucking hope they did, they were starting to get too touchy, I’m possessive.” He admitted as he smiled at you, you lifted an eyebrow at his admission.  “Don’t worry, even if I’m sure Yoongi can fuck his princess very well, I’m not really interested.” You teased making Jungkook give you a hard glare. You laughed loudly at his reaction, watching his jaw clench.  “Don’t make me picturing my unit fucking you, I’ll shoot them in the dick.” He warned, and even if he could be joking, you knew he probably would.  You both slowly moved under the water, starting to actually do what you both had planned to do, and that was, wash up.  Jungkook was quiet as he helped you watch your back, rubbing the soap gently against your skin.  “Would you, though?” He asked as he focused on the task, making you look back at him.  “Would I what?” You questioned.  “If It weren’t me, would you sleep with anyone else from the unit?” He asked flicking his eyes up to you for a second.  You chuckled, this was very domestic.  “Why do you want to know, are you just trying to find out who you gotta keep an eye out for?” You asked as you turned in your place, grabbing the soap from his hand and rubbing it against his chest.  “I’m genuinely curious.” He shrugged. You breathed in, thinking for a few seconds before you answered.  “Yes.” He squinted, you pursed your lips.  “Yoongi.” You admitted and his lips parted in a silent scoff.  “I fucking knew it, fucking bleach-blond bastard.” He huffed shaking his head, and you only laughed at his reaction.  “What can I say, I’m into the mean, witty answer cocky type.” It was your turn to shrug, still laughing at him. “And I know for a fact he’s packing, felt it a couple of times when we were training, that boy gets easily turned o-“ He almost growled with your answer, but you were enjoying the playing teasing, watching him get possessive, jealous, it was fun.  “You’re mine.” He growled out, gripping at your hips tightly, making you gasp, a new wave of arousal flooding you as you looked into his dangerous eyes.  “I’m yours.” You reassured under your breath.

After Jungkook showed you just how much you were his for a second, third, and fourth very quick and hard time while you were drying yourselves, you both finally decided to join the rest of the unit in the main room. As you both made your ways down the stairs, hand in hand, the boys were all seated at the dining table lazily, empty plates in front of them.  “I would have said get a room, but that also doesn’t seem to keep us from hearing you both act like horny teenagers,” Jimin complained as you both made your way to them.  You blushed as you sat down, Jungkook smirking as he went around the table and put the absurd amount of food on his plate.  You only sat as the boys continued to talk. As Jungkook sat beside you, you looked at the end of the large table, Namjoon was quiet as he listened to Yoongi talk, but his eyes were on you, observing you. Regardless of you both having introduced yourselves earlier, he still seemed intrigued and somehow, the look in his eyes made you shiver.  “So, we should talk about the plan, we only have two days to prepare,” Jungkook spoke as he used his hand to put the piece of chicken inside his mouth.  His unit quickly turned to him, paying attention to their commander.  “Namjoon, what do you got for us?” He asked, resting his back on the chair, one hand placed above the table and his head tilted to the side, his legs parted. Jungkook seemed like his normal self like this, closed, dark, dangerous.  Namjoon’s eyes shifted to you for a second before looking back at Jungkook, he breathed in.  “We have an opening in an auction ship, it’s a gala event, masquerade.” He started. “The ship will leave around Nine PM and should cross the border at around Eleven.” He stated.  “So, we’ll have to stay hidden for two hours,” Yoongi commented.  “Yes. it’s the only ship that won’t be intercepted by border police. If we’re able to cross the border without any trouble, I can arrange a small boat to meet us on the other side, so we can go to the safe house.” He continued.  Jungkook shook his head.  “No, we can’t involve outsiders, the chances of them betraying us are too high.” He leaned both elbows against the table. “What is our other option?”  Namjoon pursed his lips.  “We can always stay on the boat, but then we won’t be able to stay hidden for long until it reaches the docks, they do security checks every three hours, we’d have to be part of the party.” He put a hand on his chin as if in deep thought. “The problem is, she isn’t exactly a strange face right now.” He lifted an eyebrow as he looked at you. “She’s been all over the news worldwide.”  You slowly shrink in your seat, eyes falling to the table. You were the one making the whole plan to guarantee your safety difficult.  “What if I change myself, I don’t know, cut my hair, paint it?” You suggested and Jungkook turned to look at you.  “That could help, especially if your face is partially hidden.” Said Namjoon.  “It seems like a cool plan, but we’re forgetting the most important thing...” Hoseok started. “Sneaking into the boat and staying there for two hours is one thing, having an invitation is another.” And you bit on your lower lip, he was right. You looked at Jungkook, ready to reason with him on the idea of another boat to meet them beyond the border, but Namjoon chuckled.  “Please, are you forgetting who I am?” He arrogantly spoke, making Jimin roll his eyes and Taehyung chuckle. “I’ll get an invitation, but I probably won’t get eight, probably one for myself and a plus one, I can put the rest of you on as waiters.” “And who is going to be your plus one?” Jungkook asks, even though he already knew the answer.  “Why, Raven, of course?” His mouth slowly lifted in a side smirk.  You wanted to be annoyed at his arrogance, but it was somehow so attractive that it made you shiver once more in your seat, even if Namjoon was someone Jungkook trusted, the little stunt he had pulled earlier had you doubting his loyalty.  “I’ll do it.” You spoke out, almost challenging.  The boys all looked at you.  “Ok, let’s start planning then,” Jungkook spoke out, lifting from his seat. “Raven, eat something, Namjoon, I need to speak to you... Alone.” He said before he walked out.  Namjoon only carried an amused smirk on his lips as his eyes flicked from Jungkook to you for a second before he got up from his seat to follow.  “Excuse me.” He said low before he was out of the room.  “Those two will never change,” Taehyung commented as he got up from his seat and walked to the couch, dropping down and reaching into his jacket pocket to retrieve a flask.  “So it’s not just me, the tension is real?” You spoke out, reaching across the table to grab a piece of bread. It was Yoongi’s turn to chuckle.  “Oh, it’s real all right, sometimes too real.” He tiredly spoke out, resting his head back against the chair, you furrowed your brows, looking at Jin, who still ate quietly, that man could eat for hours if allowed.  “It’s a long story, Raven, are you sure you’re up for it?” He said as he swallowed his food, you munched on a piece of bread, nodding.  “Well... When Jungkook joined White Tiger, Namjoon was his first in command, we had two years of training with Joon in charge, and let me tell you, he did not go easy on Jungkook. As a matter of fact, it was noticeable just how differently he treated him. More severe punishments, longer hours in the heat of the desert, even doing mundane things as serve him coffee in the morning or cook breakfast for the rest of the unit. But, Jungkook was very dedicated, he took every beating, every humiliation, every hard task until he eventually ranked up and become commander, above Namjoon. We all expected him to get his petty revenge of him, but instead, he still looked at him for guidance, it was Jungkook and right beside him Namjoon, the both almost commanded as a duo at one point. If Jungkook gave a strategy and Namjoon wasn’t in par with it, he’d change his mind. He looked up to him even if he was his commander. Things changed though when Jungkook fell in love with a soldier from another unit.” You shifted in your seat. Uncomfortable with the thought of Jungkook falling in love prior to you. You knew that it was only natural, even you had fallen in love before him, but still, it felt weird. “Her name was Irina.” Jin looked down at the table. “She was what you can call a very fierce soldier, she was fast, sharp, loved bantering with Jungkook when we were out in the field. And eventually both our units got paired together for a special rescue mission that would last about two months. Of course, Jungkook and Irina got close and his feelings bloomed, she on the other hand, just wanted to get laid... And Jungkook wasn’t the only one.” Your eyebrows raised at the implications of what he was saying.  “So... Namjoon?” You asked, and Jin chuckled bitterly.  “Oh, Raven... Yes, but not just him.” He looked at the boys and your eyes followed.  “Me.” Yoongi raised his hand, head still rested back and eyes closed.  “Me too.” Jimin chimed in, nodding.  “Did she fuck the whole Unit?” You asked with surprise. Not that it was a problem, but honestly, how powerful could this one woman be to sleep with seven of the most gorgeous yet dangerous man on the planet.  “Not me,” Jin said, shrugging. “My heart is taken.” He put a grape into his mouth. “But that’s not the point, and her sleeping around isn’t the point either, the point is... Feelings. Jungkook had feelings for her, the rest of the boys didn’t, but Namjoon on the other hand.” He raised an eyebrow.  “So you’re telling me that because of one girl there’s tension?” You raised your foot to rest on the chair.  “No, you see, Jungkook looks up to Namjoon as an older brother, we’re all family here. The tension isn’t because they both were in love with the same girl, the tension is there because Jungkook let go of her for Namjoon, and when the mission was a go, Namjoon made a wrong call, didn’t listen to Jungkook and she didn’t make it.” Jin finished.  So, she had died.  “Jungkook trusts Namjoon, though, that was a long time ago,” Yoongi spoke, opening his eyes and looking at you. “He made a mistake and there were casualties, unfortunately, but, they both forgave each other and moved on, the tension is still there though, and with you in the picture, it just puts Jungkook on edge.” He explained. “If Namjoon makes a mistake, Jungkook not only fucks up a mission, but he loses someone he loves.”  You breathed in, understanding the situation a little more now that you knew why the air shifted when they both spoke about your safety.  “Joon dropped out of WT after that, started working with... Well, even we don’t know what he does, but he’s filthy rich, moves in the shadows, and can kill you in a blink of an eye.” Taehyung spoke from the couch, taking another sip from his flask.  “Like a Ninja,” Hobi added.  “Shut up, Hobi.” Jimin chuckled. “Namjoon hasn’t fucked up ever since. I think he learned his lesson.” He nodded.  “Honestly, though, It’s kind of fun to watch their sense of competition even though they love each other to death, the way they just stare at each other for minutes on end, challenging to see who blinks first.” Yoongi cracked his neck.  “So, it’s a pissing contest?” You leaned against the table, rolling your eyes. Men. “It starts with staring, and soon their whipping out their dicks to see which one is bigger.” You let out an airy chuckle.  “I can assure you mine is bigger.” You heard Namjoon’s voice coming down the stairs, Jungkook not following. You spun your head around in his direction, ignoring his comment.  “Everyone, time to call it a night, we have things to do tomorrow.” He informed in the middle of the stairs, looking down at his unit.  The boys all silently agreed, all exhausted and ready for a good night’s sleep.  “The only reason I like Armstrong is because the beds are fucking amazing.” Taehyung made his way to the stairs.  “And the food,” Jin added.  “And the showers.” Jimin also added.  “Let’s not talk about showers while Raven is here.” Yoongi teased, getting up and following the others up the stairs. You shot him the middle finger, still seated and chewing on the food in front of you.  “Goodnight everyone.” You spoke out and received mumbled ‘good night’s back.  It was quiet for a while after they all disappeared into the wing, but soon you heard footsteps, already knowing they belonged to the tall man.  He slowly made his way to you, pulling the chair right beside yours and sitting, crossing one leg over the other.  “So they told you the story.” He spoke out calmly. You only nodded, not looking up at him and he hummed.  “So... Bro’s before hoes isn’t your thing?” You finally questioned, looking up at him, he chuckled, amused with your words.  “We don’t choose who we fall in love with, Raven.” He spoke out with longing in his voice and regret in his eyes. “I was madly in love with her and didn’t even know she was fooling around with anyone else until Jungkook came to me for advice.” He breathed in. “At first I debated in weather I should tell him or not, but I could see that look in his eyes, you know? Jungkook has this boyish look to him sometimes.” And you knew what he was talking about. “I just didn’t have the heart to tell him at first. But once I realized she was sleeping with everyone, I told him. I told him to protect him because I knew that he would give her up immediately.” He looked at you. “And he did, and I would love to say that it was one hundred percent for unselfish reasons, but there was also a part of me that wanted her to myself.” He admitted. “And to be fair, she was in love with me too.” He looked down at the table.  You felt sympathy for him, not for his ‘protecting Jungkook’ excuse, but because even if you don’t think he did the right thing, he still lost someone he loved.  “The day of the mission, it was a bad call, it was too quiet, and I felt like we had an opening, Jungkook, on the other hand, felt like something was wrong. And instead of hearing him out, I gave the command to go forward. Irina was first in line as we entered the building. Motion triggered bomb went off, and we had to retreat.” He wet his lips. “Couldn’t even get her body back.” His voice lowered in tone.  You breathed in.  “I’m really sorry.” You sincerely offered him. He looked up at you, eyes less mysterious than before.  “I’m still in the process of forgiving myself. I send her family money every month, more than I should, honestly.” He furrows his brows. “But, it gives me a sense of comfort to know that I can provide at least something for them.” He smiled bitterly.  “We all make mistakes, ones bigger than the other, but mistakes are mistakes and there is no point in trying to change the past. I’m sure you’re a good man and your intentions are good, but I’m not just saying this because my life is at risk, I’m saying this because I love these boys, I love Jungkook...” You slowly got up. “Don’t fuck up, we need you.” You admitted. He looked up at you, nodding in understanding and someone cleared their throat up in the mezzanine. You looked up.  “Time for bed, Raven.” Jungkook looked down with shining eyes and you smiled wide when you saw him, looking quickly back at Namjoon.  “Goodnight.” You said quickly.  Preparing for the plan was easier than you thought. Art? You knew well about it. Etiquette? You were raised into it. How to portray a sophisticated, well educated, elegant woman? That was your essence. While you still trained with Yoongi and Jungkook in the two days prior to the mission, you still were curious as to what Namjoon did, who he was in general. He was a quiet, yet mysterious man. He was obviously rich, at this point, you assumed all of them were, but there was still something different about Namjoon, a certain Malice to him that had you always watching from the corner of your eye when he sat in the corner of the room with a black notebook in his hand, almost similar to Jungkook’s.  You and Jungkook had spent barely any time together other than the first night and training. In between he was with Namjoon, making sure everything happened according to plan, making sure there were no loopholes, not bad calls.  So when you woke up the day of the mission to an empty bed, you sat up, breathing in deeply as you looked around. You noticed the white sating robe hanging on the bathroom door and left the bed walking towards it, there was a note.  “Spend this day as if nothing had changed. You deserve it. - JK.” You smiled, taking the soft fabric in between your fingers to feel it. It had been a while since you looked at something so pretty, and as simple as a white sating robe could be, it made you nostalgic. You placed it over your white top and shorts and made your way to the main entrance, furrowing your brows as you looked down from the mezzanine, seeing a table fool of food and Namjoon at one end, dressed in his dark gray suit and bringing a white porcelain mug to his lips while he read the same black notebook from the other days.  “Good morning.” He spoke without looking at you. You flinched slightly at the sound of his voice echoing through the space. You would ask how he noticed you were there, but you remembered he was just as deadly and sharp as the others.  Sighing and slowly making your way down the stairs you sat quietly at the other end, avoiding eye contact.  “How did you sleep?” He asked, making small talk. You looked up as you reached for a pastry.  “I slept well, thank you.” You answered simply. For some reason, being around Namjoon made you nervous, not in a predatory kind of way, but as much as you loved Jungkook, Namjoon was what you would call your type before all of this had happened. “Where are the boys?” You asked, wondering.  “They’re at work.” He answered finally looking up at you, you gave him an inquisitory look. “They’re waiters today, work started at six am sharp for them, preparing for the gala.” He explained. You nodded, biting into the sweet pastry.  The rest of breakfast was quiet, not only did Namjoon understand you weren’t one to talk much, but you had a feeling he sensed you were uneasy next to him.  When you finished, you slowly got up.  “Excuse me.” You said quietly and as you turned to make your way to the stairs he spoke.  “Raven.” You turned to him, he hadn’t called you by anything other than your code name since the day you arrived. “There should be a dress and some other accessories for you in the bathroom, we leave at seven.” He informed while a smile that bordered on the amused.  You didn’t answer, instead only nodded and made your way back to your room.  Time went by quicker than you’d like to admit, and when it was time for you to get ready, you were surprised to see everything you needed in the bathroom. Makeup, hair die, jewelry, high heels, and hanging from the wall a black velvet dress with a low chest line with falling straps and a high side opening. Instead of surveying everything, you quickly got ready, more nervous about the mission than enchanted with the fancy things.  You remembered Jungkook’s words as you looked at yourself in the mirror once you were ready. “You’re so beautiful it hurts.” He had said. You felt beautiful, but the constant dread inside of you also made you feel small, vulnerable. You leaned against the sink, taking a few deep breaths before you fixed your holster higher up your thigh, placing your gin right in the middle. You looked like a different person, your hair now a completely different shade from the one you had grown up with. It suited you, you thought. The dress hugged your body perfectly, the thick velvet straps handing from your shoulders and your breasts perked up. The side cut came all the way to the beginning of your tight, allowing your leg to peak out when you walked, and on your feet, simple black stilettos. You had decided for a minimalistic look on your face, a thick wing eyeliner, and red lips, ears adorned with what you were surprised to find out, were real diamond earrings and a bracelet.  Making your way to the main entry, you spotted Namjoon once more.  Oh, it wasn’t fair.  He wore a fitted black suit, undershirt just as black and no tie. His hair was parted in the middle, perfectly styled and he had abandoned the glasses. You made your way down the stairs, holding onto the tail of your dress and his eyes looked up at you, fixing his cuffs.  If you didn’t know better, you’d say he was gaping. Quickly swallowing and extending his hand once you were close enough to take it.  “You look stunning.” He commented once you were face to face. You blushed, pursing your lips.  He was quiet as he looked at you, eyeing down your dress.  “The dress is beautiful, please thank whoever chose it out.” You tried to break the uncomfortable silence.  “You’re welcome.” He lifted a brow.  You looked up at him. He had chosen the dress. He surely was a man of fine taste.  “Should we go?”  You swallowed, apprehensive.  He didn’t say anything, instead, he turned his back to you and reached for something on top of the couch, turning his finger, signaling you to turn around. You did, waiting.  He placed the mask slowly over your eyes, you lifted your hand, holding it in place as he tied the lace ends together behind your head. As you turned to him, he placed his, looking at you and lifting an eyebrow. This man was seriously mysterious.  “Time to go.” He informed.  Namjoon walked past you, stopping just ahead and extending his hand once more, you took it, following him into the hallway and out to his large garage. He chose a more discrete car, a black BMW sedan, and helped you get in, making his way to the driver seat.  When you were both out into the city, you clutched your knees tightly, eyes roaming around everything and heart beating violently in your chest.  “What’s wrong, Raven?” Namjoon asked as he drove, not taking his eyes off the road.  “I’m just... I’m not used to being out in public, not used to not being around Jungkook or Yoongi, and the rest of the boys.” You admitted, feeling the anxiety swirl in your stomach as the night city lights flashed by. Namjoon was quiet.  “Let’s talk, then, ask me anything you want to know, maybe that will distract you, Raven.” He said in a calm voice. You chuckled bitterly.  “You haven’t called me by my name once ever since we met.” You said.  “Well, I stick to protocol most of the time, I just don’t call the other by their code names because we’re intimate, although, I do sometimes call Taehyung Gallaticus just to tease him.” He laughed. You turned your head in his direction.  “Wait, so Gallaticus is his code him?” You asked.  “Yes, just as Red Hawk is Jimin’s and Seamore is Jin’s, we just call that the locations because that’s where they are.” He shrugged.  “So, what are the other’s code names?” You rested your back against the leather seat, feeling calmer.  “Hoseok is Fire Lily, he chose it himself, we kind of made fun of him for a while, but honestly, the kid is a flower, it makes sense. Yoongi is Nirvana, not like the band, like the literal meaning, although he does have a grunge way to him.” Namjoon’s lips stretched into a fond smile, something you hadn’t seen so far.  “And Jungkook?” You were the most curious about.  Namjoon only glanced your way, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly.  “Black Crow.” He answered.  You were quiet as it settled in, you remembered the day in the car, in the desert. The day when you chose your code name, and he had said it fits you. Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe it wasn’t, maybe life, destiny, whatever it was, wanted you and Jungkook to meet despite the horrible circumstances, and that meant you weren’t meant to die, not now, not yet. Not without sharing a life with him, regardless of how that life would be after you told the world the truth, regardless if you’d have to be on the run if you’d go back and be a diplomat again. If everything suddenly changed, if Jungkook came to the conclusion that you weren’t meant to be, you’d always be Raven and he would always be Black Crow.  Sooner than you expected, you were parking at the valet, at the docs, Namjoon quickly making his way around the car as he stopped the valet boy from opening the door, assuming you’d be nervous with such an interaction. He helped you out, taking your hand and putting it under his arm as he walked you to the boat. As you both waited in line, you squeezed Namjoon’s arm, eyes roaming around nervously, what if someone recognized you? “Raven... You’re safe.” He whispered as you approached the two men at the entrance of the boat. Namjoon just kindly said his name, not a fake one, just his name, and they quickly checked the list, smiling and indicating for the both of you to make your way in.  When you both boarded you looked around, looking for the other six, wondering where they were, just a glimpse of them and you’d feel safer. But the uniformed waiters were nowhere to be seen so far and Namjoon pulled you along to a more secluded area of the boat.  You barely noticed you were out of breath until Namjoon held you by your arms, making your look at him. Your eyes were slightly bulged, chest rising, and falling rapidly.  “You’re safe.” He spoke more firmly. “The others are here, they’re armed, I’m armed.” He raised his eyes to the crowd, making sure no one could hear him. “You’re safe.” He said once more, making you nod and breath in deeply. He comforted you, caressing his hand up and down the sides of your arms.  “Mam, a drink?” You heard one of the waiters offer. You barely looked at the man as you took the glass of water, not until he spoke again. “Touch her like that again and I’ll cut your fingers off.” Your head spun around to look at the man.  Jungkook. It was Jungkook.  Carrying a tray of water.  He was dressed in a white dress shirt with a black bowtie, black pants, and shiny shoes. His hair was pushed back, styled as you had never seen before and your eyes bulged. Namjoon only chuckled at his commander’s comment and Jungkook finally looked at you, eyes ranking down your body and back up, pitch black with darkness. Your breathing picked up again at the pure danger in his eyes.  “You look fucking sinful.” His whispered and you felt a shiver roll down your body. “I’d like to personally get you out of that, more like rip you out of that.” He smirked. Smirked.  “That’s a three thousand dollar dress, Jungkook,” Namjoon informed.  “Yeah? And you can suck my dick.” He argued with the older. “Let’s get back to work, lay low.” He informed before he sent you a wink and walked back to the crowd.  And you barely noticed you were calmer as he walked away.  He was here, Jungkook was here. And so were the others.  You were safe.  They were safe.  Weren’t they?

You’re My Lover Boy

PART 5 ayy

a/n ; everything in this fanfic feels like a mess (the point of views) and i am hoping that this mess will not repeat itself. there is minimal editing after i wrote this and by minimal i mean no editing. my apologies

Jimin  x Reader

College au

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-back to your own POV-

I bumped into Jimin very frequently nowadays and this is a good thing because 1) I get to check him out 2) I get to adore his features 3) I get to check him out again...just kidding. But alas he was way too out of my reach . He was majoring in dance and he was very artistic and nice and such a sweetheart .

I was walking down the hall towards the notice board when I saw girls talking excitedly about something . I arrived at the notice board and understood the buzz. There was a party coming up and it was a ball I guessed? Or sort of like prom ? I’m not quite sure . I hope someone asks me out but even so going without a date seems fine to me.

Taehyung : Have you heard ! There’s a party coming up !

Taehyung : Hey!

Taehyung : Notice me ! Have you decided what you’re gonna wear ?

Taehyung : !!!!!!!?!

I smiled reading his texts , Taehyung is always the stylish one in his group of friends . I basically let him style me whenever I needed it .

(Y/n) : Sure sure sure you can doll me up (but not too much!)

(Y/n) : And yes I’ve heard about the party coming up

I locked my phone and found Jimin talking to the group of girls I recently saw down the hallway . He was mainly talking to Seulgi I figured. His eyes crinkled and he was smiling. Did he ask someone out already? Oh my she must be gorgeous.

I felt my spirits lower when I unlocked my phone and went scrolling through my tumblr feed when suddenly Jungkook poked my side . I jumped as it was super ticklish.

“Haloooo (y/n),” jungkook said brightly , giving me that bunny rabbit smile.

“Hi jungkook,” I replied .

“You looked down just now. What is the matter oh my darling (y/n)!” Jungkook exclaimed dramatically. I slapped his arm laughing at his overdramatic effect.

“I bet you’d know why seeing as you and taehyung have been giggling non-atop together the other day,” I countered.

“Was it that obvious? Fine,fine , Taehyung told m ran out your crush on Jimin.”

“Boy, I was betting on it ,” I told him. Taehyung couldn’t keep his mouth shut around any of his close friends (me included).

“So I have a plan , why don’t you go to the dance with me huh?” He raised his eyebrows up and down.

“What ? Why? “

“To make Jimin on edge of course !”

“No,stop, Jimin doesn’t like me that way,” I said.

“Um nuh-uh , he does like you . A lot even . He’s just too much of a pussy to ask you out. Let’s take this talk somewhere else as we have a lot more discussing to do ... besides I see lover boy over there coming over right now ,” Jungkook smirked .

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You’re My Lover Boy

PART 7 yoyoyo

a/n ; hixtapeE is lit and i’m kinda diggin this genre. oh and this is a long ass chapter but it’s geting HOtTTtt

Jimin x Reader

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“(Y/n)!” Taehyung called . “Are you done yet!”

“Hold up ! I’m still zipping up this dress you tossed over !” I said. Damn , we were making a ruckus out here. Thank goodness there was only the two of us .

“Great you’re done . My , my , Jimin would be begging for more with this dress ,” Taehyung finished .

“I can see it myself ,” I told him , turning my body to have a better look at how it looked like. It hugs my body shape nicely and it made my ass look bigger . I widened my eyes . But nonetheless , feeling pleased with my physique.

“Don’t you think it defines my ass a lot?” I asked Taehyung.

“Not really, you just generally have a big ass. I’m not saying it as a insult (y/n),” Taehyung said

We bought the dress and it was at a reasonable price . It was a black long sleeved off-the-shoulder dress. Taehyung included an emerald green faux fur coat just to make it seem more...classy. For the shoes we bought a black velvet high heel.

“Thanks Taehyung for helping pick an outfit,” I said hugging him .

“Anytime , I love styling people ,” Taehyung said.

“I’ll see you at the ball then,” I said.

“See you too!”

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I was all set by the time Jungkook came in to pick me up. I was helping my best friend’s hair. We were both very excited to feel the night and see how it goes . Even if it ends up going horribly wrong.

“(Y/n) you ready ?” Jungkook stepped in once I asked him to come in .

“Yeap , I’m just helping (y/bf/n) with her hair ,” you told him.

“Alright , you got a sweet place here , I expected pink everywhere ,” he said jokingly.

“Haha very funny,” I finished up my best friend’s hair and we went off .

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I saw Jimin with a date and my heart sank. I mean she was a year younger than me. I tagged jungkook‘s arm,” Jungkook you didn’t tell me he had a date.”

“Ah he got it last minute,” Jungkook said , eyeing Jimin’s date.

“No worries, he’ll come around. In the meantime, let’s get some drinks!” Jungkook patted my arm. I giggled , this boy is always in it for food.

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“Jungkook-ah ! How’s it going my man,” Namjoon came along with Jin.

“I’m not your man ,” Jungkook said teasingly. Namjoon rolled his eyes. Jin was busy talking to another person when Suga and Hoseok arrived with their dates.

“Ay ay ay J-hope in the house,” Hoseok greeted.

“J-HOOOOOOOOOPE,” Suga joined in.

I laughed witnessing all this happening , they were lively people at times like this. Everyone got a drink and we eventually met up with Jimin. His date included. It seems to me that Namjoon and Jin didn’t have the time to get a date. While Suga and Hoseok were busy with the sound system.

“Hey hey hey people lets get dancing!!!!” Hoseok called out.

“Let’s dance , (y/n) ,” Jungkook signaled to the dance floor. I went along , not before my eyes met with Jimin’s . His eyes were kind of challenging me. There was this tension between us.

Jungkook grabbed my hand and he told me,” Don’t look behind, alright , but Jimin has been eyeing you since I pulled you with me, so let’s get this party started.”

It was a hyped song and I don’t really dance but Jungkook has taught me some basic moves or at least the moves I can make. I was having a great time but whenever I look towards Jimin I felt as if my heart would burst as Seulgi kept on clinging onto him. He looked too good to be true tonight . He dyed his hair a dirty silver and the way it’s styled is just too hot to handle.

When it started to come to a slow song, Jungkook stepped in a little bit closer. Placing his hands on my waist , I saw that Seulgi and Jimin dancing on the dance floor too.

“Now here is when things get spicy,” Jungkook said mischievously, looking around. “ Now if you don’t mind (y/n), I’m gonna have to squeeze your ass but not right now like at the right time of course aka when he’s looking our way.”

“Seriously? You think that will work Jimjn up?” I asked unamused but nonetheless excited for what is yet to come.

“Trust me,” Jungkook winked.

“Now come in closer...closer...rest your head on my chest and now we look a bit too close to his liking perhaps.”

I smiled , even if I don’t get Jimin’s attention tonight, at least I tried to. In a matter of seconds, Jungkook’s hands were squeezing my ass, the already tight dress was already hugging my ass and I couldn’t blame him for making it look extremely explicit.

“He’s looking (y/n) . Oh and by the way you really do have a nice ass . Maybe a little too big for Jimin’s hands to even handle,” Jungkook said. I laughed and jokingly hit him.

The song ended and it was a fun dance I gotta say.

The ball ended and everyone was hyped on going to another party just a few minutes away from here. I wasn’t much of a party girl so I decided to head back to the college.

Jungkook wanted to walk me back but i refused his nice offer, saying I’ll be going to a bookstore to meet up with an old friend.

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Traditional boy

A/n: this idea just popped up one morning so I’m like why not tf it’s cute but oh well it turned into smut

Taehyung x Reader

Warninggg: SMUTTT

In which u hate traditional procedures in a wedding:

“We’ll not do it then,” taehyung declared

“What ? Why ? But you love this kind of stuff.”

“I love you more,” Taehyung said smiling

“Taehyung...what would your family say?”

“It doesn’t matter what my family says , as long as you are doing what you love or like to do I’m fine .”

“I’ll just do it for you...” you coyly said.

“No, and that’s final,” taehyung said pulling you in.

You knew from the start that Taehyung was an old fashion man. He took you out on cute dates without a phone in his hand and most of his attention will often be on you .

You couldn’t help but be the complete opposite of Taehyung. You were all modern and completely all about the modern world .

Although you and Taehyung were polar opposites with your preferences you two are aware of anything concerning the old and new times.

“What should I do to make it up for you?” You looked at him , adoring his features and his kind heart.

“No need,” Taehyung persisted , kissing your intertwined hands. You pouted.

“Let me...” you thought.

Taehyung kissed you.

Aha! A thought popped up. You continued kissing him and you started to place your hands on his waist . It was slowly turning into a make-out session. You slipped your delicate hands under his shirt and touched his back , you started to feel his back tense up at the sudden touch but slowly relaxing.

Your hands made its way up to his shoulder blades and resting on his shoulders at last. His hands were on your hips. You could feel his hands squeezing your hips now and then . You left his mouth and placed your lips on his neck.

“(Y/n) , you don’t-“ he suddenly stopped when you licked his sweet spot and sucked on it. His hands were holding on to you for dear life . Out of all of the guys you’ve been with , Taehyung was the most sensitive when it comes to physical contact . You as well were pretty sensitive whenever Taehyung kissed you or placed your hands at the small of your back.

“Lie down Taehyung baby,” you slightly pushed him down onto the bed. Luckily for you two, you two were finally alone at your new bought apartment . Taehyung knew where this was going but didn’t stopped you.

You started to unbutton his work shirt as he just got back from work.

He gave you the look of pure adoration and lust as his eyes were dark and clouded. He placed his big hands on both of your ass checks and massaged your ass. Making you moan at the contact.

You were undressing him mostly because all you had to undress was your sun dress that you had on and your panties and your bra which wasn’t much of a hassle when it comes to this.

You felt a bulge growing as you were grinding down on him . Your lips reconnected and you slid your left hand down and started to palm him through his pants. You pulled his pants down and took him in your hands.

You pumped his cock up and down anticipating for him to beg. His cock was as red as ever . You kissed the tip and sucked him . He groaned out pleased and your eyes were raking his face and body. The expressions he makes were too much and it made you wet. You were still pumping his cock and now you were bobbing your head up and down taking every inch of it like a big girl. His eyes were closed and his mouth was opened immersed in the pleasure he was receiving. Gritting his teeth he opened his eyes and gazed at you pleasuring him.

You kept on sucking and giving him all the pleasure he could as you cannot thank him enough for stumbling into your life and being a complete gentlemen to you and treating you right .

He came at last, panting ,groaning and moaning. He pulled you up and flipped you over . You bit your lip , looking at him . It was a huge contrast between his gentlemanly personality and his beastly mode when it comes to sex.

He entered you at ease as you were already dripping wet,” oh my , darling , let me please that wet pussy of yours,” Taehyung moaned out . You felt as if you could almost climax whenever he talked dirty to you.

He fucked you in and out giving your neck kisses and now and then he grabbed your breasts . Feeling you up you never needed any other dick.

It was almost midnight as you two went on . Switching positions all night and screaming whenever he hit your g-spot. You never missed the way his face looks whenever he came.

“Sleep tight ,(y/n) ,” Taehyung pulled the covers up, enveloping you in his arms . You snaked your arms up to his neck and played with the ends of his angelic hair.

“Mmmm,” You hummed kissing his neck before dozing off until morning came.

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Road head and locker rooms . JJK

Summary : a cold night and a boyfriend who wants nothing but to work out brings in more of a treat than just a quick run out the house.

>>pairing : Idol!jungkook x fem!reader

>>trope : established relationship

>>genre: smut and barely fluff

>>warnings/tags: Dom!jungkook x sub!reader, car sex, oral(m recieves), spanking, breeding, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, locker room sex, wall sex, backshots, hair pulling, cum tasting, and after care.

a/n - hey this is just a lil smthn after the love on bigdeal and you maybe should read that before this but you don't have to! But either way enjoy my valentines gift, I'll come back with more and my requests are open ! Enjoy<333

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It's been a month since your and jungkooks 'fallout' and you've never been happier. You're both more healthy and consistent with talking about your feelings and respecting each other generally.

You're currently sat with him in his Merc as you drive to the center where he works out and trains his boxing with his coach. It's cold as It's 1AM in the morning and you internally scowl at Jungkook for taking you out this late.

"Did we really have to? I'm cold." You whine, your hands going dry at the temperature in the car.

He meekly looks over at you, taking his eyes off the road for a second before focusing back on the road, tongue toying with his lip piercing as he pretends to be in deep thought.

"Kook, come on!" His laugh feels the car as he leans forward, finding your little complain fest funny.

You glare at him in annoyance,playfully though and reciprocates it with a smirk playing on his lips, "come on, you decided to join me. I told you to sleep."

"Maybe I just wanted to fuck and you want to workout." You puff out your last sentence, folding your arms as you glare out the window, taking in the dark night outside and the sparkly stars outside.

"You can suck my dick right now if you want. I need the release before working out anyway." Focusing his eyes back on the road, Jungkook doesn't miss the way you try to play off your mischievous demeanor that was very open to road head.

You'd usually back out of stuff like this, but you're Pmsing and need to the release asap. So open to the idea you, you turn your head to Jungkook, and to your surprise his eyes are set on you already and you take in the fact that you're at a red-light.

Playfully but aware you question, "really, Kook?" Batting your lash appointment at him, and playfully licking your lips.

"Yeah, really. I'll help you." And with a swift motion his pants are at his knees along with his Calvin Klein briefs.

His hard dick slaps against his stomach, and not only are you shocked he got hard so fast, but that his dick always looks twice the size bigger than it last was and it makes your pussy wetter than it already is.

Jungkook leans over to help you take off your seatbelt as he parks his car by the sidewalk, his tattooed hand on the steering wheel.

As soon as the car is parked you waste no time taking Jungkooks lips in yours as your lip lock is messy with saliva and moans being propped off the car.

Jungkook props off your mouth to remind you of the task at hand. "Cmon' suck my cock, baby, please." You nod at him, sneaky smile on your lips as you lean into his neck to place open mouthed kisses on there.

"No marks, Babe." No marks. How absurd. you think, he's all yours and you'll place marks if you want,his fans will be a-okay, maybe about time Jungkook hints at them, that someone is so rocking his world and his monstrous cock.

"I'll mark you if I want, cause you're all mine, aren't you? You gonna confirm that for me or I won't suck your cock." He only smirks at you in response, dick only getting firmer in his hand as he hears you spew what he thinks is shit.

It plays in his mind how you think you can all of a sudden take control and make him repeat after you like a pet. But he'll remind just who exactly runs shit between you two.

"And? You think my hand can't do the job? What about yours? Your fingers can't make your pathetic cunt cum, so between us whose really losing, huh? Tell me, sweety."

You immediately shudder at his words, feeling your pussy clench around nothing, Jungkooks cock throbbing on your clothed pussy.

Without further conversation you decide to muster up all that you have left in the word courage to put your mouth directly on his hard cock, dainty hands wrapping around his shaft.

"Cant even answer me for shit. You know who runs this, princess." Jungkook feels himself sweating when your mouth succumbs his cock whole as you moan around him when he immediately feels your warm tongue.

Your head bobs up and down as you bring your tongue out to stroke his cock, momentarily propping off his dick to give him slow licks as your hand rubs what you can't take in your mouth.

The mere action of jungkook opening his mouth wide and throwing his head back on to seat makes you wet, and it doesn't make it any better now that your PMS'ing.

Jungkooks pants fill the car as he feels his high approaching and only one thing would make his high reach the clouds and he says it,even demands it, "look at me when I cum, wanna cum all over your pretty face. You're my cumslut aren't you?" You peer up at him, nodding at him as you feel your body going hot at his dirty dirty words.

Jungkooks hands find your hair and forces you deeper as he moans and groans, his shirt sticking to his chest, almost as if he ran a mile.

"S-shit I'm gonna fucking cum." The gag you emit when your mouth props off his dick is loud and you have no time to drown it cause jungkook is rubbing his dick and his cum lands on your face, taking over your cheeks and the corner of your eye.

"Argh- fuck that's it. My cum dump so pretty for me." The sight of jungkooks fucked out figure makes you smirk as your index finger and thumb run along the cum on your cheeks and corner of your eye, putting it in your mouth to taste all of Jungkook.

Your initiative is to make him taste himself. So you do, straddling his lap as you prop your mouth on his, tongue taking him whole immediately.

The white sticky substance is shared among you two as you both moan like the most sex craved dogs on planet earth.

"Mmm, you always taste good." Thus you pull away, whispering praises to Jungkook of how his cock is the best man-made thing to have ever been in your life.

He only chuckles. Dick softening now, "Do you think I'm stupid, Princess? I'm still heading to work out. Can't keep coach too long."

You so are angry,I mean how would he? After you gave him the best orgasm. Never once breaking his rules of looking him in the eyes as he cums.

He is so done, you think. Sex ban that's it. He will never ever get anything more from you, okay? That's final.

Your mantra of punishing jungkook in your head is uncared for as your boyfriend, whose dick is already tucked away and seatbelt on, drives away from the sidewalk. Driving to his initial journey.

The whole ride consisted of angry glares at Jungkook, and dirty thoughts of Jungkook.

And to your amusement, jungkook only smirks at you, sometimes placing his hand on your thighs and his fingers would travel higher to tease your clothed pussy lips.

And oh are you in for a treat, jungkook thinks. It's a shame you're a little spoiled brat.

At the gym now you watch Jungkook box and do all sorts of things, that you definitely wouldn't be up to, considering you hate your body in pain.

You don't really wanna admit, considering you were mad at him, but the sight of his 'almost mullet' makes your pussy wet in an instant. Now disgustingly because they've been sticking your your clit that is begging for the attention and most importantly the desirable release.

Your thoughts never simmer down as jungkook almost moans when lifting his weights, and impeccably groaning in the quiet gym when he makes hits on his coaches gloves.

What you really think would shut down these thoughts would be taking a freaking break from being in Jungkooks overall presence, so you decide that would be it.

Making your presence known, you perk up, rubbing your thighs for warmth. "I'll be in the locker room, Jkay." Jungkook turns his head to the source of your voice and he smirks at you, nodding profusely as he toys with his lip ring.

Why does one man have to make you lose sanity?

Ignoring his actions, you head over to the locker room, placing your ass down on the bench.

But not even 5 minutes into playing candy crush,your head turns to the door as Jungkook parades in using his shirt to wipe off his excess sweat, his toned abs on full display.

"You done already?"

"Yeah, so get on the wall." Your eyebrows furrow in confusion but nonetheless you're curious and stand up to do it, your back on the pristine wall.

"Like this?" He shakes his head no, taking the initiative to walk towards you and shift your position to where your back is facing his front.

"Like this. And arch your back, most importantly, listen to every word I say or you won't fucking cum tonight. Got it, Princess?"

It clicks in your head and definitely in your panties as your wetness pools even more now and you're nodding at Jungkook.

"Cmon' you're not fucking mute are you? Fuking answer me." Jungkoos gruff voice fills your ears and the demand in his voice makes you shudder with pleasure.

"Y-yes, Kook. I'll listen to you."

"Good girl. My pretty girl." Your pants are being pulled down along with your cherry printed underwear and jungkooks fingers come up to collect your wetness, meeting with your clit and you moan lowly at the feeling.

His lips get caught in his teeth as he seductively eyes your body up and down, "so fuckin wet for me. I get this pussy wet?"

You mewl, "yes, just for you, please, Jungkook."

Jungkook doesn't verbally respond but lays a slap on your ass before pulling his own sweats down, dick slapping on his lower abdomen as precum heavily leaks from his red tip.

"Kook- wait. Is your coach in the gym?" Its been playing in your mind how someone could rock up and walk in on this Rendezvous.

"Nah, he left, and im tryna fuck so please, don't ask anymore questions." And his dick slowly enters your walls.

You moan at the stretch, "oh fuck!"

Jungkook completely pulls put before slamming back in and you can almost hear a whine when he fully fills your tight walls and it makes you clench.

Your intertwined moans fill the room along with smacking noises from Jungkooks lower abdomen meeting your ass.

The sex is impeccable and makes you lose your arch, something Jungkook isn't too happy about. He lays a slap on your ass and proceeds to grab you by your hair to set your arch, as his sweaty hair clouds his vision.

"Arch your fucking back!" Holy shit did you almost let up there. Jungkooks dominance always turns you on so bad and you internally want him to get rougher and rougher one of these days

The coil turning in your stomach makes you reach down with one hand to rub your clit and call upon your release.

"Oh- my Gosh, I'm gonna fucking cum, Kook!" You whine.

Jungkooks thrusts get sharper and harder, meeting your g-spot and you're screaming maniac. "Holy shit- yes,yes,yes! Right there, Kook, right there!" Jungkook meets your expectations and hits your gspot continuously and you're left with weak fingers coaxing your release.

"Cum, baby. All over this cock." You soon cum undone all over his cock and jungkook moans at the way you moan his name when you've orgasmed.

Chasing his own release, he only coaxes it as he goes even harder and makes you overwhelmed, so your hand meets his and you try to prop off his dick.

"Jungko- fuck stop!" But he doesn't.

"I'm gonna cum- let me cum, don't run!" Jungkook breathlessly thrusts and thrust until his milking your pussy and the messy mix trails down your thighs.

"Holy shit." Your head is thrown on jungkooks chest and jungkook lays loving kisses on your shoulder, murmuring apologies for not stopping.

"I'm sorry, okay? I'll stop next time."

" it's okay, Kook. just wanna sleep..that was so good." He chuckles at your tiredness and only silently cleans you up.

When you're all set and done, jungkook leads your sleepy figure to the car and places you in the backseat but it's unfamiliar to you so you struggle in his arms to sit with him in the front.

"Baby, go to sleep you're tired. Sleep in the backseat."

"No. Let me go." And he does, carefully putting you in place, and buckling you up.

"You're such a stubborn girl." That's what he says when he coupes up in his seat.

Your lazy reply, "your stubborn girl." Forgetting how you got here in the first place.

Jungkook smiles at you before driving into the night, whispering a subtle, "I love you." But you hear it and hopes he hears your mantra of love back.

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