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I was hospitalized and totally forgot about this blog but I'll be posting soon so requests are open for reactions and one shots :)

this was like a year a go i’m pretty sure whoever requested this wont see it but if you do i’m so sorry 😄😄

Hoseok was her friend not so long ago but they had hit it off pretty quick she was a dance teacher who owned a studio which was the main reason they had met. At first she thought he was a really nice funny guy but then developed feelings for him, she was never really the kind to go crazy over a guy but then she swear every time she'd get a text from him she would smile from ear to ear even your friends started to notice it.

You always thought about confessing your feelings but then again he was an idol and you were just a dance teacher thinking about it made you really sad so you did the first thing that came to your mind go to a club.

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Getting drunk is not the smartest think you to do but it kinda helped you forgot about him that’s all until he called you straighten yourself up and tried not to sound so drunk.

“HOSAOKIIIIII” well that was a total failure “y/n are you ok why is the music so loud” “well a club would have loud music DUHH”  for some reason there had to be a loud drunk giggle in the end “CLUB WHY ARE YOU IN A CLUB AND YOU SOUND PISS DRUNK WHAT CLUB ARE YOU IN I’M COMING TO GET YOU” “nooooo i’m ok i’m having fun” “i don’t care where are you tell me now” you never heard Hoseok speak with such a firm voice before and quite honestly you liked it.

You gave him the address and waited for him when he got there, there was already a guy trying to make out with you and you were weakly pushing him away he grabbed the guy by his caller and pushed him and forcefully grabbed your hand and made his way through the crowed once both of you were outside.

“Hoseok let go that hurts“ he let go of your hand and you started to massage your wrist “what the hell were you thinking going out getting drunk without anyone with you“ “i’m a grown up i can do whatever i want” soon he was seeing red “grown up a grown up would know how to hold their liqoued not get pissed drunk and let strangers make out with them“

“I WASN’T MAKING OUT WITH HIM!!” “WELL IT DAMN LOOKED LIKE YOU WERE GOING TO” “WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU EVEN CARE IF I MADE OUT WITH A STRANGER” “BECAUSE..” he glared at you “BECAUSE WHAT“ “BECAUSE........WHY THE FUCK DID YOU GO OUT DRINKING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WEEK“ he said this while grabbing his hair and you can see pure frustration on him but you didn’t let up “BECAUSE I WAS SICK OF THINKING ABOUT YOU ALL THE TIME YOU’RE A GOD DAMN IDOL AND I KNOW YOU WOULD NEVER THINK OF ME AS MORE THAN A FRIEND AND THAT HURTS HOSEOK......it hurts so much” without even realizing you had confessed and were full out crying now.

“y/n.....” he whispered softly “no please Hoseok lets just forget about it i’m really drunk you’re right” you were crying into your hands he took your hands in his “do you really meant what you just said” you gave a fake laugh “I’m drunk of course i....hm..pfff” shutting you up with a kiss you couldn’t believe it Jung Hoseok was kissing you the man you had a crush on since you met him was kissing you, you soon responded and kissed him back.

after separating to get some oxygen he starred at you with a smile “i have had a crush on you since i saw you dance y/n” you stared back “really” “yeah i wanted to confess to you but was scared of losing you so i thought let’s be friends” “but..but you’re an idol and....” cutting you off “i don’t care y/n i like you a lot“ you had no idea what to do or say you wanted to feel close to him so you hugged him “i’m sleepy” he burst out of laughing “alright let’s get you home“

let’s just say that he spent the night over

ik this really sucked and i’m sorry it’s so long too but i let my imagination run a little wild anyway hope you liked it if you want any reactions or one shots just reqouest :)

Hoseok

It was all over the internet one mistake while doing a really hard dance move resulted in a face reveal right before his eyes on his smart phone was his girlfriend face. it all made sense now all the time she got a text message or a phone call she would disappear, making up some weird exuse that she had to leave.

He wasn’t mad or anything he was just shocked after all his girlfriend was pretty much in the best dance crew in the country who.....who hide their identity.

So right after the shock wore off he heard the door click and there she stood smiling at him with her oh so adorable smile, “oppa i missed you” he smiled baking her over to sit on the couch next to him “so....” he began “so..” she looked at him confused “you know this famuse dance crew” she looked at him and nodded slowly “yeah?” “one member face was revealed today” her eyes widened.“WHAT!!” she looked panicked from him to phone that clearly showed her face on the screen she looked back at him her mouth opening and closing she looked like a fish right now to him and he chuckled at the thought.

He immediately stopped when he saw her lips trembling and tears threatening to spill from her eyes “baby why are you crying no come here“ pulling her close to sit on his lap and bury her face in his chest “i-i-i’m so sorry -i- didn‘t tell you sooner i just..” "it’s ok you don’t have to explain” he said cutting her off he couldn’t believe she is crying over this.

She looked up at him with teary eyes “so you won’t break up with me” if he wasn’t shocked when he found out, he was definitely shocked now “why would i break up with you” “well now that you know my identity...” “y/n you’re a secret dancer not a hit man” he rolled his eyes and heard giggles he grinned “so....” “so...?” she repeated “will you teach me how to do this one dance move”

needless to say the night was spent teaching Hoseok new hard dance moves

Jimin

It was wrong he knew it was wrong, but what else could he do when every time she gets a message or phone call she rushes and leaves.

So here he is looking at the message on her phone who was just send shortly after she went to the restroom. He couldn’t believe his eyes there on the little screen of her phone is the answer he was looking for “last night was fun i didn’t know you had that in you ;)”

He couldn’t believe it all this time you came up with stupid excuses all the time you got damn left  was because you were fucking a guy behind his back he was furious “what is my phone doing in you hands” not a second and the phone was gone his hand still in the same position as if it was holding an invisible phone “YOU WERE LOOKING AT MY MASSAGES!!” now he was seeing red! not only did you cheat on him but you’re angry about it,

there was no hint of regret in your voice “YEAH I FUCKING LOOKED AT YOUR MASSAGES YOU’RE FUCKING CHEATING ON ME!!” “WHAT!! WHAT GAVE YOU THAT IDEA?” “LOOK AT THE DAMN MASSAGE THAT WAS SENT” she looked down and her eyes widened “that is not what it looks like” she whispered softly “save it we’re over”

trying to move to walk out the door you immediately stopped him “what!” “you know n/c?” he looked at her confused “what the hell do they have to do with anything” she mumbled something that he couldn’t hear “what?” “i’m a secret member” she confessed he just stood there dumbfounded i mean why would he believe her he never saw her dance before but why would she lie about that while he was contemplating these things she grabbed her phone and told him to look at the history of the massages "dance practice in 30″ “we will dance on this location” “be ready in a hour”

He stood there taking it all in so he said the first thing that came to his mind "why didn’t you tell me?” “we are not supposed to tell anyone“ following “i would never cheat on you”

Jungkook

She told him she was busy that’s why she wasn’t here with him but something was weird this dance crew that was in front of him right now one member moved the same way she moved he was worried because he kinda liked the girl even though he didn’t see her face.

But when that girl fell and he tried to help her up her mask had flew off and he was meet by his own girlfriend “Jungkook?” before they could talk a loud scream was filled and everyone was running towards the secret member who fell down he immediately pulled her up “no talk we need to run now or they will know who you’re” grabbing her hand they ran as fast as they could to escape the crowed leaving confused hyungs who were wondering why the hell he is running away with a dancer

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Who’s a spoiled little baby boy, Jungkook is a spoiled little baby boy

guys i updated the dance crew reaction! i take requests :)

Hoseok

It was all over the internet one mistake while doing a really hard dance move resulted in a face reveal right before his eyes on his smart phone was his girlfriend face. it all made sense now all the time she got a text message or a phone call she would disappear, making up some weird exuse that she had to leave.

He wasn’t mad or anything he was just shocked after all his girlfriend was pretty much in the best dance crew in the country who…..who hide their identity.

So right after the shock wore off he heard the door click and there she stood smiling at him with her oh so adorable smile, “oppa i missed you” he smiled baking her over to sit on the couch next to him “so….” he began “so..” she looked at him confused “you know this famuse dance crew” she looked at him and nodded slowly “yeah?” “one member face was revealed today” her eyes widened.“WHAT!!” she looked panicked from him to phone that clearly showed her face on the screen she looked back at him her mouth opening and closing she looked like a fish right now to him and he chuckled at the thought.

He immediately stopped when he saw her lips trembling and tears threatening to spill from her eyes “baby why are you crying no come here“ pulling her close to sit on his lap and bury her face in his chest “i-i-i’m so sorry -i- didn‘t tell you sooner i just..” “it’s ok you don’t have to explain” he said cutting her off he couldn’t believe she is crying over this.

She looked up at him with teary eyes “so you won’t break up with me” if he wasn’t shocked when he found out, he was definitely shocked now “why would i break up with you” “well now that you know my identity…” “y/n you’re a secret dancer not a hit man” he rolled his eyes and heard giggles he grinned “so….” “so…?” she repeated “will you teach me how to do this one dance move”

needless to say the night was spent teaching Hoseok new hard dance moves

Jimin

It was wrong he knew it was wrong, but what else could he do when every time she gets a message or phone call she rushes and leaves.

So here he is looking at the message on her phone who was just send shortly after she went to the restroom. He couldn’t believe his eyes there on the little screen of her phone is the answer he was looking for “last night was fun i didn’t know you had that in you ;)”

He couldn’t believe it all this time you came up with stupid excuses all the time you got damn left  was because you were fucking a guy behind his back he was furious “what is my phone doing in you hands” not a second and the phone was gone his hand still in the same position as if it was holding an invisible phone “YOU WERE LOOKING AT MY MASSAGES!!” now he was seeing red! not only did you cheat on him but you’re angry about it,

there was no hint of regret in your voice “YEAH I FUCKING LOOKED AT YOUR MASSAGES YOU’RE FUCKING CHEATING ON ME!!” “WHAT!! WHAT GAVE YOU THAT IDEA?” “LOOK AT THE DAMN MASSAGE THAT WAS SENT” she looked down and her eyes widened “that is not what it looks like” she whispered softly “save it we’re over”

trying to move to walk out the door you immediately stopped him “what!” “you know n/c?” he looked at her confused “what the hell do they have to do with anything” she mumbled something that he couldn’t hear “what?” “i’m a secret member” she confessed he just stood there dumbfounded i mean why would he believe her he never saw her dance before but why would she lie about that while he was contemplating these things she grabbed her phone and told him to look at the history of the massages ”dance practice in 30″ “we will dance on this location” “be ready in a hour”

He stood there taking it all in so he said the first thing that came to his mind “why didn’t you tell me?” “we are not supposed to tell anyone“ following “i would never cheat on you”

Jungkook

She told him she was busy that’s why she wasn’t here with him but something was weird this dance crew that was in front of him right now one member moved the same way she moved he was worried because he kinda liked the girl even though he didn’t see her face.

But when that girl fell and he tried to help her up her mask had flew off and he was meet by his own girlfriend “Jungkook?” before they could talk a loud scream was filled and everyone was running towards the secret member who fell down he immediately pulled her up “no talk we need to run now or they will know who you’re” grabbing her hand they ran as fast as they could to escape the crowed leaving confused hyungs who were wondering why the hell he is running away with a dancer

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Uh....Jimin your praise kink is showing

We all know that Namjoon's nickname is God of destruction BUT HOW COULD HE BREAK THE FLOOR JUST HOW!!!!!!!

Taekook is just so adorable the way Tae helped jk when he was asleep 😭😭

Tag yourself I’m Hoseok 😂😂

Jungkook is so adorable 😍 Somethings never change 😊

YOONGI USED A TABLE TO CLIMB THE FENCE IN THE FIRE MV!!!

All Jungkook had to do was say "I hate bugs"

Tae Tae language

Hello love, i want to request namjoon drabble.. 'He always forgets date night' and yn getting tired about it 🍭🍭

Supposedly Necessary Disclaimer: The above gif was made and edited by me, kutemouse. That is why I’ve posted this under the tag #btsgif. Feel free to use this gif however you want, just please give me credit for the edit. I made it from the commercial BTS did for the LG G7 Thinq phone, all credit to them and BigHit.

Well hello love! Okay, so your request didn’t ask for fluff, angst, or smut so I kinda took some liberties with it? Haven’t written smut in a while, so I put some of that in. Don’t worry, it’s hella light… However. If anyone wants a part two with full-on, delicious, downright dirty smut, I will gladly write one 😈 Hell, I might just write one anyways, ‘cause sex with Joon is *chef’s kiss* especially in this kind of scenario 😉 I always imagine him as a sweetly passionate lover. Anyways, hope you like kutie anon! 💜

Age Recommendation: 18+ (When I say “recommendation,” I mean hard-and-fast rule, especially for one-shots like this one)

Warnings: You being all pissy, some angst, some sweet fluff, hecka light smut like nothing more than you’d see or hear about in a PG-13 movie, making out, Joon’s delicious lips, mentions of lingerie. SWEARS (duh).

Word Count: 1,124

“The flame that burns twice as bright burns half as long.” ~ Lao Tzu 

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Red Flame (Namjoon Drabble, Light Smut, Bit ‘O Angst, Bit O’ Fluff) Part One

You sat on the couch, your arms folded, your lips tightened in a pout. He forgot. Again. You were so tired of this. You knew your boyfriend was a famous idol, but the production of this latest album was slowly draining your relationship from a roaring wave of passion and love to a trickle of anger and disappointment.

Really though, you weren’t asking for much. Just for him to be home in time for a nicely cooked dinner that you made from scratch and some long-overdue romance. You even put on a cute little dress for him, hoping to drive him crazy enough to realize what he was missing. That, however, was nothing compared to the red-hot ensemble you had underneath the dress.

You sighed and stood up, blowing out the candles that were already melted to stubs. You put the leftovers of the meal you made into containers and put those in the fridge. The silence coming from your bedroom mocked you as you walked into it. You were just about to unzip and toss away your dress when you heard the front door open.

“Baby girl?” his voice called out.

You turned, anger setting in. Oh hell no. He doesn’t get to “baby girl” you after completely forgetting date night.

The sounds of your bare feet coming down the hall sounded like a death march to Namjoon. He knew he screwed up. Yoongi had kept him in the studio to hash out the lyrics for their final track, making him totally lose track of time. Luckily, Namjoon had thoughtfully picked up a bouquet of red roses on his way home in an effort to try and make up for what he did.

The roses did give you pause, and you almost smiled as he offered them to you, one side of his mouth turned up. Could you really be mad at that cute face, especially when he brought you flowers? When he looked like a total snacc in that blue button-up paired with tight jeans? When his dark hair was parted just enough to expose the golden skin of his forehead?

You shook your head slightly and set your frown like cement. Hell yes you could be mad, and this time, you were determined to let him have it.

“Why are you late?” you snapped.

Namjoon winced at your harsh tone. “I’m so sorry, baby girl, I was in the studio with Yoongi and we–”

“I don’t care.” You cut him off.

He rolled his eyes, fanning the flame of your anger into a full-out fire. “Baby, you just asked me why I was late. Don’t cut me off when I’m answering your question.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you retorted. “Especially after you forgot date night again.”

“I didn’t forget, I’m just late.”

“As if that’s any better!”

Your voice rose and Namjoon held his hands up. “Enough,” he said calmly. His placid tone only served to infuriate you more.

“No it is not enough!” you growled. “I’m sick of this, Joon! I planned out dinner, I made it all myself, took hours to do so, the least you could do is–”

He cut you off by rushing towards you, smothering your lips with his as his large hands grasped either side of your face. You grunted in surprise, your eyes wide, before you melted like wax into the kiss.

Your lips broke apart, and before you could meld them back together, Joon whispered, “I’m really sorry, baby,” and began kissing down your jaw. Your anger fettered out like a flame that had no more wick left to burn as his lips moved to your neck, feathery light yet hard at the same time.

“God I love you,” he murmured and kissed back up to your lips. This time, the kiss he gave you was less sweet and more spice. He roughly pushed his mouth around yours, hungrily devouring you. This. This is what you had been waiting for all day. No, all week. Hell, all month. His tongue swiped along your bottom lip, making you gasp and allow it to slip in and tangle with yours.

He groaned and walked you backwards to the couch, holding you steady as you both collapsed on it, mouths and tongues still mingled together. Joon separated himself from you with a groan, kneeling in between your legs as he slid to the ground. “I know I screwed up,” he murmured, touching your face and stroking a thumb across your cheek.

His dark eyes bore into yours, filled to the brim with lust and love. “But I want you to know how much I appreciate your effort, baby. You did all this for me, you wore this dress…” he tapered off with a growl, smoothing his hands down your hips and thighs, intermittently squeezing. “For me.”

“Then why let it all go to waste?” you whispered. Despite the heat wave covering your entire body, you were still disappointed. This night had definitely not gone the way you wanted it to.

Namjoon gave you a smile. “It’s not going to waste, baby. We can still make tonight a good one. And I promise you, on pain of death, I will do everything I can to make it on time next time.”

“What if there’s not a next time?” you said, only half-teasing. You kind of meant it. If he wasn’t going to show up for date night, then why put in any effort at all?”

“Oh, baby girl… After I make this up to you, you’ll want a next time for sure.”

You cocked an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

Joon caught his lower lip between his teeth, slowly releasing it. You stared at the reddening flesh. “It is definitely so,” he said, his voice husky and deep.

You gave in, completely succumbing, realizing no matter what you did or how mad you were, that flame of anger would always burn out only to be replaced by a tidal wave of passion. That’s how it always was with Namjoon. You never had prolonged arguments, because the second he did something wrong, he owned up to it and made it up to you tenfold. Usually in a sexual way, but hell, you weren’t complaining.

Namjoon kissed you for a while longer before scooping you up, causing you to let out a shriek. “Don’t worry, baby girl,” he said, tossing you on your bed and clambering over you. “I’ll make you feel so good, you’ll forget all about how mad you were.”

You bit your lip, anticipation rising inside of you, making you clench your thighs together and your cheeks flush. Namjoon may not be the absolute perfect boyfriend… not even close. But he was perfect for you.

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Again, if anyone wants a part two, please let me know! Hope you enjoyed 💜

Can you writing a yandere au? I would like to request soft yandere with joon, when he overprotektif and possesif, fluff fluff~

Disclaimers: The images from my header belong to BigHit and BTS, but I edited them together. I obviously don’t own Netflix, Converse, or BT21. Koya is BT21’s character, which belongs to Line Friends Corporation and BTS.

Hi kutie! So this is my first EVER attempt at yandere. I’ve read it, I’ve studied it, I’ve looked up multiple examples… so I hope I did the genre justice. It was way fun to write, I quite enjoyed it, especially with Namjoon. It was really interesting to explore the way he’s so level-headed on the outside, but maybe not so much on the inside 😅 Also, I split this into two parts, because I thought up this scenario and another one that went hand-in-hand. Look for part two soon! 💜

@kpopyandere, how did I do? 😳

Age Recommendation: 18+

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, yandere themes as in unhealthy obsession and possessiveness, swears, sexy Joon (yes, that’s a necessary warning).

Word Count: 2,690

Summary: A bit after moving to a new neighborhood, you happen to meet your sexy new neighbor completely by coincidence. Or was it?

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Becoming His (Namjoon One-Shot, Yandere, Angst, Fluff) Part One

You stared, slack-jawed, at the sight in front of you. Through your window, across your front lawn, and over the sidewalk stood none other than an absolute sex god. His white tank clung to his sweaty body in all the right places, revealing just how toned he was, and the way his brown hair was styled in a perfectly messy quaff made you go weak in the knees. He bent down and stretched out a leg, causing his shorts to ride up and reveal thick, muscular thighs. Your mouth parted open as your soul nearly left you.

The steaming cup of coffee in your hands nearly slipped from your grasp as you watched him stretch out his other leg, then walk up the neighbor’s driveway. Wait, no. That couldn’t be…? You scrambled over to your bay window, kneeling on the bench. The guy pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the door. The sex god was… your new neighbor?

Right before he stepped inside the door, his dark eyes suddenly flicked your way. You yeeted yourself off the bench and pressed your back to the wall, hoping and praying he didn’t see you. After all, you weren’t some creeper. You just happened to be passing by your large, front room window and simply stopped to admire the view. 

It might have been your imagination, but you could’ve sworn your heard a chuckle before a door slammed. You crept back up to the window to find he had indeed gone inside, his door firmly shut.

What you didn’t know is that, against all your hopes and prayers, he had seen you. In fact, he’d been seeing you for a while. Kim Namjoon first noticed you the day you moved in. Boxes were all over the front drive, and you were directing the movers as best you could. He thought the way you ran your hands through your hair every time you started to get flustered was cute. Since then, he’d been keeping an eye on you.

Your every-day routine was pretty much the same. You’d get up, shower, then make a cup of coffee. You’d begin working in your office, which had a window that faced Namjoon’s house. Near midday, you’d go out for lunch and pick up another cup of coffee, which you’d stay and drink while continuing to work, or come back and drink while continuing to work. Namjoon preferred it when you came back home.

You ate dinner while working, then would finally call it quits and do one of three things: Binge Netflix,  play video games, or go for a swim in your backyard pool. The first time you emerged from the water, dripping wet, slicking your hair back, Namjoon knew he was in love. Now it was just a question of getting you to notice him.

He grew nervous in the few hours leading up to you seeing him for the first time. What if you woke up early that day? What if you chose to not sit in the bay window, staring out at the world as you drank your coffee? Namjoon could barely sleep from the anticipation. You, however, were dependable as usual. He couldn’t have timed it any more perfectly. The way your mouth fell open when he stopped in front of your house and stretched was exactly the reaction he was aiming for.

Now Namjoon needed to meet you. Talk to you. He knew the second you saw how much he cared for you, you’d fall in love with him too. He saw his chance two days later, when you decided to go for a swim rather than laze around. Despite the warm, humid evening, Namjoon went outside to shoot a few hoops, working up a good sweat as he repeatedly sprinted towards the basket, shot the ball, and caught it.

One time, he over-shot the ball, and it flew into your yard, landing in the pool. You yelped in surprise, quickly standing up as the orange sphere splashed down. “Sorry!” a voice called out. You wiped water out of your eyes and looked over to see your smokin’ hot neighbor peeking over the fence.

“It-It’s okay!” you spluttered, getting out of the pool and wrapping a towel around yourself. “I’ll throw it back!”

“No need!” His head disappeared, and you gasped as he suddenly vaulted over the fence. Oh god. He was shirtless. And sweaty. You swallowed hard as he ran a hand through his hair, looking like the most perfect of wet dreams. Wait, were you dreaming?

“I’ll take that,” he said, an easy smile spreading over his lips as he took the ball from your grasp.

You opened your mouth but no words came out. “I’ll, uh… I’ll be going now,” he said, jutting a thumb behind him.

“Wait!” Oh lord almighty. You couldn’t speak earlier, but the second you could, that was the only thing you could say?

He stopped and turned back towards you, eyebrows raised. “W-What’s your name?” you stuttered.

He smirked. “Kim Namjoon. And you are?”

“L/n Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you… Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you.”

You lost your ability to form words once more. It was hard to think straight with his naked upper half glistening in the sunlight. Still, you couldn’t help sneaking little glances at his body and face, admiring just how handsome he was from up close.

Namjoon’s smirk grew. This is exactly the effect he hoped to have on you, and now he knew your name. He knew he’d be sleepless again tonight, murmuring your name over and over again, stretching out the syllables in different ways until he memorized it through and through… not to mention how good it sounded with the last name “Kim.”

“Thanks for letting me get my ball back,” Namjoon said.

“It’s no problem at all,” you replied, pressing the towel to your face to both warm and dry it.

Namjoon hesitated, wondering if he should continue. He didn’t want to ruin such a perfect moment, but at the same time, he wanted to prolong his time with you. “Listen,” he said, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “I was thinking of grilling some hamburgers… Would you like to join me?”

You hesitated, and his heart sank. You, however, didn’t pause for the reasons he was imagining… you were pausing because you didn’t know how you’d be able to keep your hands off such temptation. You moved here for the quiet, to write in peace, not to get caught up in some heated, drama-filled thing with your neighbor. After your last so-called relationship, you’d had enough of that for a lifetime and then some. Plus, he was your neighbor. If things turned south, you’d have to either see him all the time or move again. Then again, the what-if’s were killing you. 

“You don’t have to,” Namjoon said, backtracking. “I just thought I’d offer since I ruined your pool time.”

“Oh, no, it’s not that,” you replied, quickly thinking. How much damage could sharing a meal really do? “I mean, a burger sounds great.”

He smiled, relieved. “Great. I just need to shower and change. Meet me over at mine in a half hour?”

“Sounds good,” you said, glad you’d have time to freshen up.

Those thirty minutes flew by in a whirlwind of stress. What to wear? Should you put on make-up? Would it be too much if you wore a dress instead of jeans?

“Fucking hell,” you thought, finally settling on a pair of jean shorts, a rose pink top, and your favorite pair of white Converse. You left your hair loose, tumbling around your face in waves, and you kept your make-up light. You were barbequing after all. It’s not like it was a date. Or was it?

Before you could stress yourself out any more, you forced yourself out the door and across the few meters to his front door. You timidly rang the doorbell, but he didn’t answer. Did he forget he invited you? You raised a fist to knock when Namjoon threw open the door, out of breath and tugging the hem of a white shirt down over his toned torso.

If you thought he looked good shirtless or in workout clothes, you had another thing coming. The collared white shirt he wore had sleeves that cut off just below his elbows, and the jeans he sported were held up by a black, leather belt paired with matching boots. The entire ensemble showed off a pleasantly sophisticated side of him that caused your stomach to flutter.

“Sorry,” he said breathlessly, gesturing for you to come inside. Truth was, Namjoon had been stressing just as much as you, perhaps even more so. Everything had to be perfect. He needed you to fall for him, no matter the cost.

“It’s okay,” you said, giving him a smile as you brushed by him. It was then that he caught it. Your scent. Namjoon thought it smelled familiar, but couldn’t put his finger on it. It was less flowery and more fruity. Whatever it was, he needed more of it. With your back turned, he closed his eyes and deeply inhaled, allowing you to overwhelm all of his senses.

“Wow,” you said, causing him to open his eyes. “Your place is… nice.”

Namjoon supposed it was. He hired a decorator back when he moved in, and they had done a pretty good job.

“Do you have any roommates?” you asked, facing him.

He shook his head. “Nope. Just me.”

“A big huge house all to yourself?”

He tossed you a sly smile. “Yep, it’s just me. I don’t… Well, I prefer peace and quiet when I come home.”

You smiled. “Same. I’m a writer. I absolutely need a tranquil atmosphere to do my thing.”

Ah, so that’s what you did on your computer all day. “A writer? Really? That’s so interesting,” Namjoon said. As you talked, he led the way to his backyard. It looked similar to yours, except his was bigger and had a slab of cement with a basketball hoop.

He produced a bottle of wine and poured you a glass. “Sit,” he said, smiling.

You did as he requested, sitting down on a patio chair sitting in the shade of his deck. “Are you sure I can’t help?” you asked.

“No, no, please. It’s the least I can do after chucking a basketball at you.”

“Probably for the best. I can’t cook worth shit. I just order take-out all the time.”

Namjoon found himself slightly taken aback by your colorful language. “Sorry,” you said, covering your mouth. “I just–”

“Don’t apologize,” he said, cutting you off. “If it makes you feel better, I can’t cook worth shit either. Well, except for burgers, that is.”

“Oh, thank god,” you said, laughing. Namjoon’s heart soared. He loved the sound of your laugh. If he could record it, he’d listen to it forever.

You took a sip of wine which helped to loosen your tongue. “So tell me, Namjoon,” you said. Oh god. He loved the way his name rolled off your tongue. Forget your laugh, he’d take a recording of that instead.

“What do you do for work?”

“Me? Oh, I code software. Last year, I developed my own app. You ever heard of one called Koya?”

You gasped. “Oh my god, I use that app all the time!”

Namjoon chuckled. “Well, then. Thank you for contributing to my paycheck.”

“You’re very welcome.”

“Enough about me. You said you’re a writer… What do you write about?”

The conversation and wine continued to flow as Namjoon heated up the grill and cooked the hamburgers. They were just the way you liked, with melted cheese dripping from the patty and freshly cut vegetables loaded on top of it. The trick was trying not to make a huge mess as you devoured the burger in front of your new-found crush. Eventually, you gave up and just dug in. If he couldn’t deal with the way you ate, he wasn’t the man for you anyway.

Namjoon’s thoughts were to the contrary, actually. He couldn’t get enough of you. The way you cared too much then not at all. The way you took risks by asking him question after question and laughed at his jokes. But especially the way your hand lingered on his arm as you giggled.

You talked until the sun went down before heading back inside. “Well this has been great,” you said. As much as you wanted this night to last, you knew you were tipsy, and you didn’t want to mess this up before it had even begun.

“Wait,” Namjoon said. “I made dessert.”

“You did not.”

“I did.”

You sighed. “Kim Namjoon, it’s official. You are the perfect man.”

He chuckled, a tinge of pink appearing on his cheeks. This was too good to be true. He had tried so hard for you, and now it was all paying off. He brought out a batch of homemade brownies covered with chocolate fudge frosting.

“I thought you said you couldn’t cook,” you said accusingly, leaning over the counter.

“This isn’t cooking,” Namjoon retorted with a grin. “It’s baking.”

You scoffed, but smiled nonetheless, taking a bite out of the brownie he’d cut for you. A bit of frosting got on your cheek, and he reached out to wipe it off before he could stop himself. The tenderness with which he touched you shocked you, but it also made you feel things you didn’t think you were prepared to feel. You looked up at him, into those dark eyes, and he looked down at you, still caressing your cheek. So slowly, you almost didn’t realize what was happening, Namjoon leaned down towards you, his gaze locked on your lips.

You suddenly stood upright. “Uh, hey, thanks for everything,” you said hurriedly. “But it’s getting kinda late, and I should probably be getting home.”

Wait, no. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. “I’ll walk you home,” Namjoon offered.

“No!” Wow, you said that way too quickly. “I mean, no thanks. It’s only next door, I’ll be fine. Thank you for the meal and a great evening… I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Erm, sure.”

You scrambled out the door, tossing him a smile before shutting it behind you. That was close. Too close. Another minute there and you might just have succumbed to your emotions. The problem was, everything was moving too fast. You only met him today, after all. You didn’t want to end up in his bed and become just another convenient fuck buddy like you did with… Ugh, you couldn’t even say his name. That jerk who broke your heart.

Still, as you entered your home and pressed your back to the inside of your door, you realized you felt bad. The look on his face when you up and left seemed… disappointed. Angry, even. He had just made you a full-out meal, after all. The least you could do was let him walk you home, even if it did result in a kiss or something more. You put a hand to your forehead, suddenly exasperated with yourself. Would you get another chance after blowing him off like that?

Just next door, Namjoon found himself slipping. What the fuck had he done wrong? Why didn’t you stay? Why did you practically bolt out the door, intent on getting the fuck out of there? It didn’t make sense. Namjoon paced around his kitchen, grabbing onto his hair and breathing hard. Had he messed up? Would he ever get to interact with you again? The unanswered questions were driving him crazy. Fed up, Namjoon suddenly lashed out and threw a fist at the wall, punching clean through the dry-wall. He barely felt the sting as his knuckles started to bleed.

It was then and there that Namjoon decided he’d do anything to get you back. Anything. He’d do whatever he needed to make it up to you, to make things right. After all, you were his. You were his and there was nothing you could do about it.

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*Plays organ* Dun, dun, DUUUUUUUNNNN!!! 😂 Enjoy Part Two.

Becoming His (Part Two, Smut Version)

Disclaimer: The images from my header belong to BigHit and BTS, but I edited them together. 

Alright all you kuties, I know a lot of you have been waiting for this since… what has it been, 31, almost 32 hours since I’ve posted part one? Dang, it feels like longer lol. Time is weird in this isolation period.

Anyways, I know the original request asked for fluff only BUT (and I am so sorry 😟) I included a smut scene. The story called for it, and my fingers were typing, and it just happened. However, I have also written a smut-free version due to the fact that I know there are kuties who are fasting at this time who read my work. I posted that here. You can also find it on my MasterList.

Shoutouts to these sweet kuties:

@kpopyandere ​for being the best unnie account to encourage and motivate me ever, the biggest thank you 💜

@apurpledheart ​for your lovely comments, thank you 💜

@rowoons-noona ​for your sweet comment, thank you 💜

@illnevertrustmyselfagain ​for loving my writing and supporting me, thank you 💜

@clarkcling ​for being my second ever requester, and the first to reach out to me and tell me how much they like my work, thank you 💜

@kutieanon (anyone who’s sent me anything anonymously) for keeping me busy with requests and inspiring the hell outta me, thank you 💜

And so, without further ado, I present you with Part Two. Enjoy 💜

Age Recommendation: 18+ (I mean it! There is explicit SMUT in this part!)

Warnings: Swears, full-out smutty masturbation scene (so sorry again), SOMEONE coming in and being a total ASS, Joon being possessive af.

Word Count: 2,718

Summary: A bit after moving to a new neighborhood, you happen to meet your sexy new neighbor completely by coincidence. Or was it?

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Becoming His (Namjoon One-Shot, Yandere, Angst, Fluff, Smut) Part Two

You didn’t see Namjoon after that day. You were hoping to catch him jogging, or shooting baskets in his backyard again, but he didn’t come outside. Or, if he did, he didn’t during the times you were out and about. You were hoping to apologize, at least. He didn’t have to give you another shot, but at night when your fantasies seemed more vivid, you imagined he was as eager as you were to smooth things over with a quick conversation and a long fuck.

Namjoon, however, saw you. He watched from partially closed blinds as you went about your routine, seemingly unbothered by the fact that you completely blew him off. Each night, he waited until you turned off your lights for the night, watching the clock slowly tick until exactly twenty minutes went by, then slipped outside. He quietly climbed the fence between your yards and sat beneath your window, trying to get as close to you as possible.

Namjoon wanted to make things right, he just couldn’t concoct a scenario that wouldn’t come off badly to you. After all, you already rejected him. What could he do to make you love him the way he loved you? He couldn’t force you… or could he? While he toyed with that idea, the best Namjoon could currently hope for was that you would coincidentally bump into him, realize what you were missing out on, and come back to him.

One night, you cracked your window to try and relieve some of the oppressing summer heat swarming your home before you went to bed. As soon as you closed your eyes, you imagined Namjoon, his upper half naked once more as you finally caught him jogging. “Hey!” you would say, waving at him from your front yard, your robe falling open to reveal your lace nightie.

He’d stop in front of you with that trademark smirk showing off his dimples, panting heavily, sweat running down his muscular back, and you’d both finally give in to your desires. Lips would crash together, and clothes would come off before you could even slam your front door behind you. You both were so eager to feel the other, you wouldn’t even be able to make it to the bedroom.

“Namjoon!” you gasped, sliding your fingers inside of yourself, imagining it was his cock instead.

Back in reality, Namjoon perked up when he heard you moaning his name. He didn’t realize your window was open, and at first it made him freeze with fear. Had you possibly heard him sneak into your backyard? But then, as you let out another moan, he felt his muscles relax as your voice completely consumed him. Almost unconsciously, Namjoon slid his hands underneath his athletic shorts, cupping himself. It was all he could do to not answer your moans with a groan of his own.

Your voice got louder and louder as you pleasured yourself, completely forgetting your window was open, and Namjoon pumped himself faster and faster, wanting to release at the same time you did. With a semi-muffled whiny scream, you cried out his name once more. “Oh god, oh god, Namjooooon!”

The real Namjoon silently dropped his mouth open, shakily panting as cum spurted out onto his hand. He made a huge mess in his shorts, but he didn’t care. Just hearing your sweet voice calling out his name made him hard. He just wished he was actually in your bedroom with you, actually stuffing you full with his thick cock, actually feeling you clench around him as you screamed his name. It was all he could do not to go around to the front of your house and knock on your door. But it was the middle of the night, and you weren’t supposed to know he was there.

Still, Namjoon needed a plan, and fast. Not being able to be near you was becoming too much to bear. The next day, as he lounged on his couch staring at the ceiling, trying to come up with some way to get you to talk to him again. He could follow you to the grocery store, bump into you there? No, too obvious. He also didn’t want to try something he already tried, knowing he’d just come off as pathetic.

A knock on his door made him sit up straight. Who could that be? He opened the door to see you there, of all people. “Hey,” you said, giving him a tentative smile.

“Hey.”

“I just came to give you this,” you said, handing him a piece of paper. It was a flyer for… a neighborhood party? At your place?

“I just wanted to get to know everyone on the block,” you explained. It was lame, you knew that, but you needed an excuse to see him and talk to him and this was the best you could come up with. You figured a party with other people around would ease some of the pressure, and maybe you would find a chance to apologize.

Namjoon smiled, showing off his signature dimples and making your stomach flip over itself. “Wow, this sounds great, Y/n.”

Ugh, you loved the way he said your name. If you could take a recording of just that sound, you’d listen to it for the rest of your life.

“Great, so I’ll see you there?” you said hopefully.

His dark eyes bore into you with a gaze so intense you just had to glance away. “Of course you will,” he said. The words dripped from his lips like honey, and although they had no sensual connotation whatsoever, they awoke something in your middle that went straight to your core.  Namjoon bit his lip, slowly releasing it from between his teeth, and you swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure even as your panties grew damp.

“Awesome, well, I’ll see you Friday,” you muttered before turning away and stumbling across his lawn back to your safe haven.

Namjoon’s smirk didn’t diminish even after you ran away once more. This time, though, he knew you weren’t running because you were rejecting him… you were running because you were holding yourself back. Namjoon had no idea why, but he didn’t care. He would break you.

Friday arrived, and you made yourself stay busy in order to keep your thoughts away from Namjoon. It worked for a while, but then he began drifting into your mind as you started getting ready and setting up. Would he like the catered sandwiches you ordered? Would he appreciate the short-yet-sensible polka-dot dress you spent hours shopping for?

Finally, 5:30 arrived, and the first set of neighbors showed up. It was the elderly couple who lived around the corner. You welcomed them in and thought it was so sweet when they told you they brought a salad to share.

You whipped open the door each time the doorbell rang, your hopes soaring then falling when you realized it wasn’t him. The family with three little ones came, the young just-married couple came, and even the three rowdy college boys who lived behind you came. Free food could really draw in a crowd, but still, he didn’t show up.

An hour later, you nearly gave up on the thought of seeing him. You guessed you imagined the electric attraction between the two of you. Either way, you were majorly disappointed. You were setting dishes in the sink when you heard a voice behind you. “Hey there.”

You spun, nearly dropping the glass you were holding. “Namjoon!” you gasped.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” he chuckled, holding his hands up. “I knew you’d probably be busy and just let myself in. Hope that’s okay.”

“Of course it is.”

It definitely was if he was walking around looking like that. He sported a light blue collared shirt, casually unbuttoned low enough to show off some chest, and dark trousers. He looked like he just got back from the office, pulled off his tie, and came over. Your fingers twitched, wishing it was you who pulled off that tie.

He stepped towards you, getting so close you could smell his cologne. It was so light, you wouldn’t know he was wearing it unless you were in tight proximity… just like now. You cleared your throat and moved away, but he moved with you as if chasing you. “Y/n,” he murmured, his eyes flicking down to your lips.

“Y-Yes Namjoon?”

You backed up all the way to the counter, gasping as you felt the edge of it press into your skin. Just then, your neighbor Sunhee, the mother of the three kids currently screaming and running around your backyard, popped her head into the kitchen. “Oh, hello Mr. Kim,” she said brightly. “Y/n, I was just coming in here to see if you needed any help.”

“Oh, that would be great, thanks.”

The rest of the party went without a hitch, and you found yourself bright and cheery as you talked with and got to know your new neighbors. Everyone was so damn nice, but secretly, you were anticipating the moment they would all leave you alone with the one person you actually wanted to be with. As the evening wore on, people began to make their good-byes, thanking you for such a great time. “We really need to do this more often,” Sunhee said, hugging you tight. “It’s so good to see everyone.”

“Agreed,” you said, hugging her back.

Over her shoulder, you saw a familiar figure open and close your door, and your heart completely stopped. He brushed his long, dark hair out of his eyes and looked around, smirking when his eyes finally found yours. Your legs turned to jelly as that smirk crashed into you. Damn. Even after all this time, he still affected you, no matter how much you tried to shove it down.

You thanked Sunhee for coming one last time and made sure everyone else was out before stopping that asshole in his tracks. “What are you doing here, Jungkook?” you muttered, placing a hand on his chest.

“What do you mean?” he asked, poking his tongue between his teeth and quickly withdrawing it. “I came to see you.”

“Yeah, right,” you snapped. “You have no right, coming in here like you own the place.”

“I might not own this place, but I own you,” he said, his cocky tone setting your teeth on edge.

“No you don’t.”

He stepped close, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Are you sure about that?”

You shoved him backwards. “Get out.”

The corners of his perfect, pink mouth turned up in a menacing smirk. “No.”

“I thought I made myself clear,” you hissed. “I’m no longer going to be your fuck-buddy, Jungkook. I wanted something more, but you made it clear you didn’t.”

“I don’t recall saying anything of the sort.”

You scoffed. “You didn’t have to use words. Finding you in bed with another girl the day after you told me you had feelings for me was plenty.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Please. We weren’t exclusive.”

“Maybe not, but you don’t just go and fuck another girl right after telling another you care for them!”

“Everything okay, Y/n?” a voice asked. You turned to see Namjoon standing there, his chin raised as he defiantly stared Jungkook down, large hands shoved in his pockets.

Jungkook scoffed. “Are you kidding me, Y/n? Look at you, the complete hypocrite. We’re apart for less than a month, and you already have another boy toy.”

“He’s nothing of the sort,” you muttered, folding your arms and turning away from him. “I said I didn’t want you here. Now please leave.”

“No chance in hell,” he growled. “I came back here to see you, and I’m not leaving until I get what I came for.”

Something inside of you snapped. “Which is what?! Another booty call?! I said I was done with you, Jungkook, so either get the fuck out or I’ll call the police.”

Jungkook started towards you, but before you could react, Namjoon stepped in front of him. “She said leave,” he said. His eyes flashed with a dark anger that turned the tension from smoldering ash up to a roaring flame. You took a step back, suddenly afraid. You had never seen this side of him before.

“This doesn’t concern you,” Jungkook snarled, attempting to push Namjoon out of the way.

“Actually, it does,” Namjoon growled. “She’s mine.”

“She just said–”

“And I’m saying she’s mine.”

Rage roiled off Namjoon in tidal waves, threatening to break everything that stood in his way. Jungkook snorted. “Unbelievable,” he muttered.

“Call me when you’re ready to be fucked properly again, bitch,” he spat at you as he turned and walked out the door.

Your legs gave out underneath you, and you sank to the floor. This was definitely not how you wanted tonight to go. Namjoon instantly came to you, concern written all over his face. “Are you alright?” he asked, gently reaching out.

“Don’t touch me!” you snapped. “What the hell was that? Why did you say I was yours?”

Namjoon drew back, shocked. “What?”

“That phrase you kept saying. ‘She’s mine.’ Why would you say that?”

“Well, because… because…”

“Because what?!”

“Because I care about you, Y/n!”

You stared at Namjoon, searching for any signs of untruthfulness or deceit that you had commonly found in Jungkook’s eyes, but there was nothing but pure sincerity in his eyes. Breathing hard, you stood up from the floor, still trembling from the confrontation. Namjoon reached out to help you, but withdrew his hands quickly.

“No, it’s okay,” you said, your tone more gentle now.

You tentatively placed your hands on his chest, fingers lightly stroking the collar of his shirt. “I… I care about you too,” you whispered.

Relief flooded through Namjoon, putting out the roaring fire of anger he felt earlier. He stepped close enough for you to catch a whiff of his cologne again, enticing the rest of your senses to dive in. He was only centimeters away, close enough to feel the heat radiating between his body and yours, but not close enough to feel the hard, broad muscles of his shoulders. You looked up into his eyes, his pupils blowing wide as you studied each other, waiting for someone to make the next move.

After longing after each other for so long, you thought he wouldn’t wait a single second to be with you, but it turns out you were both vulnerable, both afraid of messing this up, so you took it slow. Each small movement drew you closer together, no matter how minute. The way his eyes roamed your face. The way you slowly slid your hands up to rest on his shoulders. The way his lips hovered tantalizingly over yours.

Finally, as if on cue, you both lunged towards each other, crashing your lips together to meld into one, perfect kiss. It stayed sweet and innocent for longer than you would’ve liked, with Namjoon being careful to keep his tongue inside his own mouth no matter how much he was yearning to taste you. You separated from each other, both breathless, and Namjoon continued peppering kisses down your cheek to your jaw. You sighed and tightened your grip on him. “Say you’re mine,” he murmured.

You opened your eyes. “Wh-What?”

“Say you’ll be mine.” He drew back and smiled, nothing but sincere tenderness in his eyes.

“Are… Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” you whispered.

He hesitated, then nodded. Your mouth parted open. No, this was too quick. Much too fast. You barely knew the guy, hadn’t even been on a date with him yet, and yet here he was, asking for the commitment you’d been craving.

His gaze grew apprehensive as he waited for your answer, but you continued looking into those dark, beautiful eyes. He felt so warm on top of you. You liked him, there was no doubt about that, and the spark of attraction was definitely there. Fuck it, what did you have to lose? You wanted to become his.

“Okay,” you murmured.

“What?”

“Okay. Yes. I’ll be yours.”

Namjoon let out a relieved sigh. “Really?”

“Really.”

If only you knew just what you had agreed to.

Becoming His (Part Two, Smut-Free Version)

Disclaimer: The images from my header belong to BigHit and BTS, but I edited them together. 

This is the smut-free version of Becoming His Part Two. Enjoy 💜

Age Recommendation: 18+

Warnings: Swears, kissing, SOMEONE coming in and being a total ASS, Joon being possessive af.

Word Count: 2,495

Summary: A bit after moving to a new neighborhood, you happen to meet your sexy new neighbor completely by coincidence. Or was it?

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Becoming His (Namjoon One-Shot, Yandere, Angst, Fluff) Part Two

You didn’t see Namjoon after that day. You were hoping to catch him jogging, or shooting baskets in his backyard again, but he didn’t come outside. Or, if he did, he didn’t during the times you were out and about. You were hoping to apologize, at least. He didn’t have to give you another shot, but at night when your fantasies seemed more vivid, you imagined he was as eager as you were to smooth things over with a quick conversation and a long fuck.

Namjoon, however, saw you. He watched from partially closed blinds as you went about your routine, seemingly unbothered by the fact that you completely blew him off. Each night, he waited until you turned off your lights for the night, watching the clock slowly tick until exactly twenty minutes went by, then slipped outside. He quietly climbed the fence between your yards and sat beneath your window, trying to get as close to you as possible.

Namjoon wanted to make things right, he just couldn’t concoct a scenario that wouldn’t come off badly to you. After all, you already rejected him. What could he do to make you love him the way he loved you? He couldn’t force you… or could he? While he toyed with that idea, the best Namjoon could currently hope for was that you would coincidentally bump into him, realize what you were missing out on, and come back to him.

One night, you cracked your window to try and relieve some of the oppressing summer heat swarming your home before you went to bed. As you slept, you dreamt of him, holding you, kissing you, loving you. “Namjoon,” you murmured, still totally asleep.

Back in reality, Namjoon perked up when he heard you say his name. He didn’t realize your window was open, and at first it made him freeze with fear. Had you possibly seen or heard him sneak into your backyard?

He stood, making as little movement as possible, and peeked into your window. Your eyes were closed, and he could hear soft snores coming from you. Were you… dreaming about him? Namjoon smiled at the thought. So you did want him, you did care about him, and you would love him. It was all he could do not to go around to the front of your house and knock on your door. But it was the middle of the night, and you weren’t supposed to know he was there.

Still, Namjoon needed a plan, and fast. Not being able to be near you was becoming too much to bear. The next day, as he lounged on his couch staring at the ceiling, trying to come up with some way to get you to talk to him again. He could follow you to the grocery store, bump into you there? No, too obvious. He also didn’t want to try something he already tried, knowing he’d just come off as pathetic.

A knock on his door made him sit up straight. Who could that be? He opened the door to see you there, of all people. “Hey,” you said, giving him a tentative smile.

“Hey.”

“I just came to give you this,” you said, handing him a piece of paper. It was a flyer for… a neighborhood party? At your place?

“I just wanted to get to know everyone on the block,” you explained. It was lame, you knew that, but you needed an excuse to see him and talk to him and this was the best you could come up with. You figured a party with other people around would ease some of the pressure, and maybe you would find a chance to apologize.

Namjoon smiled, showing off his signature dimples and making your stomach flip over itself. “Wow, this sounds great, Y/n.”

Ugh, you loved the way he said your name. If you could take a recording of just that sound, you’d listen to it for the rest of your life.

“Great, so I’ll see you there?” you said hopefully.

His dark eyes bore into you with a gaze so intense you just had to glance away. “Of course you will,” he said. The words dripped from his lips like honey, and although they had no sensual connotation whatsoever, they awoke something in your middle that went straight to your core.  Namjoon bit his lip, slowly releasing it from between his teeth, and you swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure even as your panties grew damp.

“Awesome, well, I’ll see you Friday,” you muttered before turning away and stumbling across his lawn back to your safe haven.

Namjoon’s smirk didn’t diminish, even after you ran away once more. This time, though, he knew you weren’t running because you were rejecting him… you were running because you were holding yourself back. Namjoon had no idea why, but he didn’t care. He would break you.

Friday arrived, and you made yourself stay busy in order to keep your thoughts away from Namjoon. It worked for a while, but then he began drifting into your mind as you started getting ready and setting up. Would he like the catered sandwiches you ordered? Would he appreciate the short-yet-sensible polka-dot dress you spent hours shopping for?

Finally, 5:30 arrived, and the first set of neighbors showed up. It was the elderly couple who lived around the corner. You welcomed them in and thought it was so sweet when they told you they brought a salad to share.

You whipped open the door each time the doorbell rang, your hopes soaring then falling when you realized it wasn’t him. The family with three little ones came, the young just-married couple came, and even the three rowdy college boys who lived behind you came. Free food could really draw in a crowd, but still, he didn’t show up.

An hour later, you nearly gave up on the thought of seeing him. You guessed you imagined the electric attraction between the two of you. Either way, you were majorly disappointed. You were setting dishes in the sink when you heard a voice behind you. “Hey there.”

You spun, nearly dropping the glass you were holding. “Namjoon!” you gasped.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” he chuckled, holding his hands up. “I knew you’d probably be busy and just let myself in. Hope that’s okay.”

“Of course it is.”

It definitely was if he was walking around looking like that. He sported a light blue collared shirt, casually unbuttoned low enough to show off some chest, and dark trousers. He looked like he just got back from the office, pulled off his tie, and came over. Your fingers twitched, wishing it was you who pulled off that tie.

He stepped towards you, getting so close you could smell his cologne. It was so light, you wouldn’t know he was wearing it unless you were in tight proximity… just like now. You cleared your throat and moved away, but he moved with you as if chasing you. “Y/n,” he murmured, his eyes flicking down to your lips.

“Y-Yes Namjoon?”

You backed up all the way to the counter, gasping as you felt the edge of it press into your skin. Just then, your neighbor Sunhee, the mother of the three kids currently screaming and running around your backyard, popped her head into the kitchen. “Oh, hello Mr. Kim,” she said brightly. “Y/n, I was just coming in here to see if you needed any help.”

“Oh, that would be great, thanks.”

The rest of the party went without a hitch, and you found yourself bright and cheery as you talked with and got to know your new neighbors. Everyone was so damn nice, but secretly, you were anticipating the moment they would all leave you alone with the one person you actually wanted to be with. As the evening wore on, people began to make their good-byes, thanking you for such a great time. “We really need to do this more often,” Sunhee said, hugging you tight. “It’s so good to see everyone.”

“Agreed,” you said, hugging her back.

Over her shoulder, you saw a familiar figure open and close your door, and your heart completely stopped. He brushed his long, dark hair out of his eyes and looked around, smirking when his eyes finally found yours. Your legs turned to jelly as that smirk crashed into you. Damn. Even after all this time, he still affected you, no matter how much you tried to shove it down.

You thanked Sunhee for coming one last time and made sure everyone else was out before stopping that asshole in his tracks. “What are you doing here, Jungkook?” you muttered, placing a hand on his chest.

“What do you mean?” he asked, poking his tongue between his teeth and quickly withdrawing it. “I came to see you.”

“Yeah, right,” you snapped. “You have no right, coming in here like you own the place.”

“I might not own this place, but I own you,” he said, his cocky tone setting your teeth on edge.

“No you don’t.”

He stepped close, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Are you sure about that?”

You shoved him backwards. “Get out.”

The corners of his perfect, pink mouth turned up in a menacing smirk. “No.”

“I thought I made myself clear,” you hissed. “I’m no longer going to be your fuck-buddy, Jungkook. I wanted something more, but you made it clear you didn’t.”

“I don’t recall saying anything of the sort.”

You scoffed. “You didn’t have to use words. Finding you in bed with another girl the day after you told me you had feelings for me was plenty.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Please. We weren’t exclusive.”

“Maybe not, but you don’t just go and fuck another girl right after telling another you care for them!”

“Everything okay, Y/n?” a voice asked. You turned to see Namjoon standing there, his chin raised as he defiantly stared Jungkook down, large hands shoved in his pockets.

Jungkook scoffed. “Are you kidding me, Y/n? Look at you, the complete hypocrite. We’re apart for less than a month, and you already have another boy toy.”

“He’s nothing of the sort,” you muttered, folding your arms and turning away from him. “I said I didn’t want you here. Now please leave.”

“No chance in hell,” he growled. “I came back here to see you, and I’m not leaving until I get what I came for.”

Something inside of you snapped. “Which is what?! Another booty call?! I said I was done with you, Jungkook, so either get the fuck out or I’ll call the police.”

Jungkook started towards you, but before you could react, Namjoon stepped in front of him. “She said leave,” he said. His eyes flashed with a dark anger that turned the tension from smoldering ash up to a roaring flame. You took a step back, suddenly afraid. You had never seen this side of him before.

“This doesn’t concern you,” Jungkook snarled, attempting to push Namjoon out of the way.

“Actually, it does,” Namjoon growled. “She’s mine.”

“She just said–”

“And I’m saying she’s mine.”

Rage roiled off Namjoon in tidal waves, threatening to break everything that stood in his way. Jungkook snorted. “Unbelievable,” he muttered.

“Call me when you’re ready to be fucked properly again, bitch,” he spat at you as he turned and walked out the door.

Your legs gave out underneath you, and you sank to the floor. This was definitely not how you wanted tonight to go. Namjoon instantly came to you, concern written all over his face. “Are you alright?” he asked, gently reaching out.

“Don’t touch me!” you snapped. “What the hell was that? Why did you say I was yours?”

Namjoon drew back, shocked. “What?”

“That phrase you kept saying. ‘She’s mine.’ Why would you say that?”

“Well, because… because…”

“Because what?!”

“Because I care about you, Y/n!”

You stared at Namjoon, searching for any signs of untruthfulness or deceit that you had commonly found in Jungkook’s eyes, but there was nothing but pure sincerity in his eyes. Breathing hard, you stood up from the floor, still trembling from the confrontation. Namjoon reached out to help you, but withdrew his hands quickly.

“No, it’s okay,” you said, your tone more gentle now.

You tentatively placed your hands on his chest, fingers lightly stroking the collar of his shirt. “I… I care about you too,” you whispered.

Relief flooded through Namjoon, putting out the roaring fire of anger he felt earlier. He stepped close enough for you to catch a whiff of his cologne again, enticing the rest of your senses to dive in. He was only centimeters away, close enough to feel the heat radiating between his body and yours, but not close enough to feel the hard, broad muscles of his shoulders. You looked up into his eyes, his pupils blowing wide as you studied each other, waiting for someone to make the next move.

After longing after each other for so long, you thought he wouldn’t wait a single second to be with you, but it turns out you were both vulnerable, both afraid of messing this up, so you took it slow. Each small movement drew you closer together, no matter how minute. The way his eyes roamed your face. The way you slowly slid your hands up to rest on his shoulders. The way his lips hovered tantalizingly over yours.

Finally, as if on cue, you both lunged towards each other, crashing your lips together to meld into one, perfect kiss. It stayed sweet and innocent for longer than you would’ve liked, with Namjoon being careful to keep his tongue inside his own mouth no matter how much he was yearning to taste you. You separated from each other, both breathless, and Namjoon continued peppering kisses down your cheek to your jaw. You sighed and tightened your grip on him. “Say you’re mine,” he murmured.

You opened your eyes. “Wh-What?”

“Say you’ll be mine.” He drew back and smiled, nothing but sincere tenderness in his eyes.

“Are… Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” you whispered.

He hesitated, then nodded. Your mouth parted open. No, this was too quick. Much too fast. You barely knew the guy, hadn’t even been on a date with him yet, and yet here he was, asking for the commitment you’d been craving.

His gaze grew apprehensive as he waited for your answer, but you continued looking into those dark, beautiful eyes. He felt so warm on top of you. You liked him, there was no doubt about that, and the spark of attraction was definitely there. Fuck it, what did you have to lose? You wanted to become his.

“Okay,” you murmured.

“What?”

“Okay. Yes. I’ll be yours.”

Namjoon let out a relieved sigh. “Really?”

“Really.”

If only you knew just what you had agreed to.

no.4 .gynecologist taehyung and innocent oc breast touching, fingering, just putting in his cock to 'check' her

Admin note: Changed to doctor

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“Hmm… I see.” Your doctor, Taehyung, hummed.

You held in your breath, heat rushing to your cheeks as his fingers pumped in and out of your vagina. His expression was one of deep concentration as he examined you.

You were on the medical chair in his office, legs spread wide apart for him as he checked you.

“I will need a deeper look before I can confirm the diagnosis. Can you pull up your shirt and remove your bra for me please? It will make it easier for me to examine you properly if your chest is exposed. It won't take long.”

You nodded and did as you were told. You unbuttoned the white blouse you wore and slipped the straps of your bra down, exposing your breasts to him. You couldn't help but notice how he seemed to be staring at them a little.

He massaged your breasts and when he was done with that he unbuckled his belt. “Chest is looking great, no problem there.” Taehyung pulled down his pants and briefs, letting them drop to his ankles. He was rock hard, his cock long and thick.

“I need to have a deeper look in your vagina, it might feel uncomfortable but try not to tense up too much. Try and relax, I promise it will be quick, I just need to get a clear view of the cervix and I'll know more then. Okay, darling? It will hurt, but only for a second. Try not to move too much while I do it, alright? And no matter what you do, try not to make any noises. You don't want to disturb the other doctors, right?” He smiled at you. “We don't want to interrupt them, they're very busy and have a lot of patients to see today. Don't worry, I'll be gentle, it'll be over before you know it, okay, darling?”

“Yes, sir.”

Taehyung nodded and positioned his cock at your entrance, rubbing it against your folds. He took his time, coating his length in your wetness, teasing you until you were dripping wet.

And then he was inside you, pushing in deeper and deeper, inch by inch.

You held your breath, trying your best not to make a sound. The feeling of him inside you was overwhelming. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest and you felt lightheaded. You bit your lip, trying your best not to moan or gasp. You knew you were not allowed to.

“O-oh, too big…” You gasped as you felt him stretch your tight walls.

Taehyung let out a breathy chuckle. “It will fit, I promise, your body just needs to adjust to it.”

You closed your eyes, taking in the sensation.

After a moment, he began to thrust, moving slowly at first, building up his pace. He moved his hips in a steady rhythm, pumping in and out of you, picking up his pace as you started to loosen up.

Your body jerked, involuntarily reacting to the pleasure he was giving you. You tried to control yourself but you were not succeeding, your moans slipping past your lips despite your attempts to muffle them.

It was so good, so, so good. He was filling you up and stretching you so nicely, fucking you deep and hard.

Taehyung noticed this and put a hand over your mouth, covering it and muffling your moans. He fucked you even harder, his cock pounding into you, his hips slamming into yours with each thrust.

Your hands gripped the armrests of the chair. Your eyes were closed tightly, your breathing coming out in sharp, ragged gasps.

Taehyung groaned as he continued to fuck you, his hand still covering your mouth, silencing your moans.

“A-ah!” You weren’t sure what was happening to your body. Your walls began to tighten and contract around him, squeezing him as he drove his cock in and out of you. A warm sensation was building up inside you, starting in your core and spreading throughout your body.

The warmth quickly grew and spread, your whole body beginning to shake as the pleasure intensified. Your legs tensed and shook, your toes curling.

“Everything is looking great, y/n. Get dressed and feel free to leave.” Taehyung told you as he pulled out.

You quickly fixed yourself, putting on your bra and buttoning up your blouse.

You were still feeling a little bit shaky from your orgasm, and you struggled to stand.

Taehyung smiled and patted you on the head. “Let’s have another check up next week, just to double check things.”

You left the office and walked down the corridor, trying to make your way to the exit. You didn’t question any of it, he was a doctor after all.

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jungkook | he cheats on you pt.3

part one

part two

word count: 1.8K

a/n: a few of you guys asked for a third part, so here it is! also this isn’t really about kook anymore lol.

TWO YEARS LATER

The plane’s wheels met the ground with a tremendous thunder; the friction of the rubber against the tarmac gradually increased as you pushed along the runway. You let out a little nervous breath you’d been holding since the airport had come into view – you were always a nervous flyer. After you were finally free from the clammy, recycled air of the plane, you trudged drowsily through security, and then slumped against a wall until your red suitcase materialised on the conveyer belt.

As you moved, zombie-like through the bright lights and loud noises of the departure terminal, you felt your phone vibrate in the pocket of your hoodie. You stopped by a mini-McDonald’s, out of the flow of people-traffic, and pulled out your phone. Huh? Taehyung’s name had appeared on the screen.

All at once, a flood of memories rushed through your head, making you almost dizzy with their speed. Laughing with the members till your stomach hurt, playing PUBG with Taehyung, getting a first listen on their albums, and of course, the abyss in your life that once was Jungkook. You pressed green.

“Taehyung!” You cried out, at the same time as he exclaimed’ “Y/N!”

You stuttered and tripped over your words, overwhelmed with the sight of him. He looked the same – though his hair was its natural onyx now, and far longer – and for a moment it felt like nothing had changed. Behind him, the rest of the members crowded around the phone, waving enthusiastically at you. You peered at the slither of glass ceiling above them.

“Wait, are you guys here? Like in the airport, right now? You asked, the pitch of your voice rising.

“Yeah!” Tae grinned widely, his eyes crinkling into crescent moons.

“Oh my God, how did you know I was here?” You gushed, the phone shaking a little in your hands.

“Your brother may or may not have texted me an hour ago.” He admitted.

Your eyes widened. “And you came already? With the boys? In public?”

Taehyung laughed. “We’re in a private lounge, someone is coming to get you as we speak.”

“Oh my God.” You mumbled, your lips trembling. You weren’t sure if you were quite ready for this, to see them all again, to see Jungkook again, to remember those painful memories which you had carefully tucked away. Well, if you didn’t face them now, when would you ever? Perhaps the only way to finally heal was to see him again, when both of you had moved on into your lives already. Face your fears head on or whatever.

You gave a few soft raps on the door, conscious of your escort’s watchful eyes. The symptoms of jet lag had taken a back seat to your jittery nerves.

“It’s open!”

Namjoon’s voice. Your hand hovered over the handle in a moment of brief indecision, and then you pressed down upon it.

“Welcome back!” The boys yelled in unison, their seven voices layering messily over each other. You gasped, taking in the whole room; they were clustered in its centre, and Taehyung was holding a handwritten sign that said ‘Welcone back, Y/N!” in almost-perfect English. You wouldn’t point out his mistake.

“Hi everyone!” You grinned, setting down your suitcase to one side. Taehyung loped towards you, and you moved into his arms eagerly, wrapping yours around his neck – which required you to stand on your tiptoes. “I’ve missed you so much, Tae!” You gasped, suddenly overwhelmed by him.

“I missed you too, Y/N. So much.” He responded in his usual husky tone, not letting go. When he finally set you down, you found yourself being passed around the boy’s arms, each with the same level of enthusiasm as the next. At some point, after you had recounted every exciting thing that had happened to you in the last two years and listened to all their stories, you mustered up the courage to approach Jungkook.

“Hey.” You tapped his shoulder lightly. He turned around at once, standing up from where he had been leaning against the table.

“Y/N.” He smiled. You smiled back. Jungkook had tawny brown streaks in his hair now which made his eyes seem lighter. Other than that, he looked the same. Oh, he’d gotten tattoos on his hands, those were definitely new.

You moved to hug him at the same time that he held out one hand, which you then shook awkwardly. Without looking, you were aware that Taehyung was watching your interaction. Somehow, you could just feel his gaze.

“So, are you doing well? Taehyung told me you graduated with honours.” There was a something in his voice when he said Taehyung’s name that confused you, but you replied normally anyway.

“Um, yeah, everything’s fine with me. I got offered a job here, that’s why I came back.”

Jungkook nodded, chewing on the inside of his cheek - a nervous habit you had not forgotten.

“That’s great, Y/N.”

“Yeah. How are you?”

He blinked slowly as though he hadn’t understood what you had asked him. “Jungkook?”

“Oh. I’m great, actually. Work is great, the fans are great. Everything’s good over here.”

Your eyes widened slightly. Why was he being so awkward? Or maybe it was you, or just the whole situation. “I’m glad.” You replied, offering him a small smile. You were quite sure of yourself now, sure that any residual feelings for him had long been washed away. You could just be friends now. That old feeling of desperation, of needing him in your life no matter what…it just wasn’t there anymore.

You bit your lip. “Well, I’m just gonna catch up with Taehyung some more, I think he wanted to show me some pictures, or something.” As you tried to back away from him, Jungkook suddenly caught your wrist. You flashed him a questioning look.

“What are you doing?”

Across the room, Taehyung leaned forwards, towards you. Jungkook dropped your wrist, which you pulled back into your chest at once, covering it with your other hand. You waited for him to speak.

“Are you…dating someone else?” He whispered, staring at your scuffed sneakers instead of your face. You laughed quietly, and he looked at you. His expression was surprising; it reminded of you of the pain you’d felt two years ago. “Are you?”

“No,” You said softly, “but why?”

His mouth moved into a sad smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You know why.”

You laughed again. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Kook.”

You turned away, your mind running wild as you made your way to where Jimin and Taehyung were sitting on a long cream sofa.

“Hi again.” You sat in the space between them, sinking down into the cushy leather.

“Hey. You okay? Jungkook looked like he was giving you a hard time over there.” Taehyung whispered, his lips almost brushing against you ear. You shivered, looking up at his worried face.

“I’m fine. That situation is…old news.”

Taehyung laughed, drawing Jungkook’s attention. Cringing away from his intense gaze, you greeted Jimin again, throwing yourself into some blithe topic.  

 Eventually, the boys had to leave for a schedule, and you needed to move into your new apartment. You waved at them as you left the lounge, tugging your case as you walked back into the terminal. You had been walking towards the car park for about five minutes when you heard loud footsteps behind you. You glanced over your shoulder. A man dressed in black was jogging towards you, a hooded jacket covering his features. You slowed, moving apprehensively out of his trajectory – as well as you could with your unwieldy suitcase. But he curved towards you – like you were his target. There was no time to react; the man came at you like a rugby player and swept you off your feet. The handle of your carrier slipped from between your limp fingers, and you felt a whoosh of cold air as the automatic doors separated for you.

You roughly pushed back the man’s hood, in panic, and your mouth fell open.

“Taehyung?

He grinned nervously and slowed to a walk, his eyes flickering at to the people around you. A few curious heads were starting to turn, so you quickly pulled his hood back up again.

“I couldn’t let you leave again.” Tae murmured, his eyes liquid and warm. Your breath faltered ever so slightly, and you stilled in his rocking arms.

“What do you mean?” You whispered, your eyes glued to his. He looked nervous, more than you’d ever see him before.

“Do you remember when we first met?” He asked.

“Uh, yeah. Jungkook took me bowling with you guys. I was so nervous to meet you all.” You remembered the happy moment – although it was more bittersweet now.

“I kicked your ass.” He laughed, and you laughed too. Taehyung came to a stop then. “From that day, I knew. I knew I loved you. I still do. I always have.” He was so earnest, you had no doubt that he was telling the truth.

You turned your head sharply towards him, your brows furrowed. You didn’t know what to say. Taehyung loved you? He and Jungkook were so close, how could he?  

Taehyung’s face fell with each second that you didn’t respond. “I knew it.” He muttered, looking down glumly through his long, dark eyelashes. “I knew I was too late. He’ll always have a hold on you, no matter he’s done to hurt you.” His voice cracked a little on the last words, and you knew he was remembering that day. You could recall it perfectly, and it didn’t hurt in the slightest, because you didn’t love Jungkook anymore.

“No,” You argued. “He doesn’t mean anything to me now, I promise.” And it was true. You forced him to look at you. “I promise, Taehyung. I promise.”      

His eyes were filled with hope now, and he set you down on your feet. It felt like all the hurried people around you disappeared into nothing, it was just you and Taehyung on you own little patch of ground.

“Taehyung, I don’t love you yet, but I think I could.” You smiled. “I know I could.” This was true, too. He was everything you needed, everything you deserved. Honest, kind, a true friend…and he loved you. What else could you ask for?

Taehyung nodded quickly, unable to stop the vast smile that was breaking across his face. “That’s okay. I can work with that.”

You laughed, letting him pull you closer again, till you were tripping over each other’s feet. Clumsily, perfectly, his lips crushed against yours. He was the driving force, at first – years of pent-up love and frustration flooding into your body. He couldn’t believe he had you here, in his arms at last. You matched his energy soon enough, stretching up on the tips of your sneakers and winding your fingers into his tussled hair.

So, it was like they said. You had to stop looking for love, stop trying to drag it out of the wrong places and the wrong people. And it would find you.                                                                                                

KINKTOBER DRABBLE REQUESTS

Okay!! I feel like I’ve been wayyyyyy too inactive on this account and feel like you guys deserve a little lovin because you’re all so amazing and patient with me and I feel like you deserve a reward ;)

Therefore... I present to you—

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Kink-Tober Drabble Requests!!

For the next 30 days (since I’m kinda late for the 1st oopsies) will be attempting to write a drabble for every day of spooky season oooooo~

Double wammy (as the name implies) they will be per your requests!

I will write for either BTS or EXO because those do be my babies, for any genre of your choosing (smut, fluff, angst, supernatural, horror, hybrids, etc.), (extra points if it’s spooky themed [werewolves, vampires, ghosts, Halloween, so on and so forth] you get the idea).

And oh yes, and as we know, I am WEAK for my subby kpop boys so don’t be shy ;))

Now, as drabble implies, these will be one shots with less than AT MOST 2k words, usually more in the range of 1k but I love words so who knows, I have very little self control.

Anyways, feel free to drop a request in comments, asks, message, I’m not picky! Thank you for all your love!!!

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2 - Taming an Alpha - Namjoon

3 - Misbehaving Demons Get Edged - Yoongi

4 - (Blood) Sucker For You - Xiumin

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