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Forever, a darling.

kim seokjin, the man you are (cr. outroher)

hole in one | knj (m)

↣ pairing: single dad!namjoon x waitress!reader

↣ genre: smut, fluff, slight crack

↣ rating: +18

↣ word count: 10k

↣ warnings: alcohol consumption, explicit sex, daddy kink, fingering, oral (f & m receiving), 69, unprotected sex, light spanking, biting

↣ playlist: mushroom chocolate - quin, 6lack // leave the door open - silk sonic // continuum - tanérelle // papi - jennifer lopez // old money - lana del rey // unintended - muse // papi chulo - octavian, skepta // nasty - ariana grande // 34 + 35 - ariana grande

↣ summary: In which Kim Namjoon is a hot, rich single dad that plays golf every Sunday at the country club, and you're the waitress he's hopelessly in love with.

↣ notes: beta read by @dee-ehn and @thejooncrew thank u so much my loves!!

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“Good shot, sir!” You said, carrying a tray full of drinks. It had taken you at least five minutes to walk from the shaded Juice Hut to hole #1, where Kim Namjoon, successful lawyer, amateur golf player, and total DILF, had just started his weekly game of golf with his buddies. “Here’s your lemonade.”

“I told you to stop calling me sir,” he said with a smile, graciously grabbing the strawberry lemonade he ordered. “Thanks, by the way. You shouldn’t be out here in the sun. It’s hot out here.”

You chuckled, sending him a subtly flirty smile. “One, it’s my job... Two, it’s my job,” you joked, walking towards his two best friends, tennis player Jung Hoseok, and producer Min Yoongi, to hand them their drinks. “Here you go. Is there anything else you need?”

“Not at all, sweetheart, you’re good to go,” said Hoseok while wiping the sweat off his brow and grabbing his beloved mango juice. Yoongi sent you a smile as you handed him his water bottle.

“Alright, I’ll leave you to your game, have fun!” You said, preparing yourself to make the trek back to the Hut, but before you could leave, Namjoon stopped you.

He looked positively hot today, with his white pants, and a lavender Ralph Lauren polo shirt that hugged his thick arms and torso beautifully. His gloved hand subtly grabbed you by the shoulder and he leaned in to mutter into your ear. “Listen, umm, my kids are coming this afternoon, they’ve been pestering me all weekend because they wanna go to the pool…”

You nodded carefully. “Uh-huh, and…?”

Namjoon noticeably blushed. “U-Umm, well, I want them to meet you.”

Your eyes widened. “B-But I’ll be working all day.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said, “it won’t take long, anyway. You’ll be working at the restaurant, right?”

You nodded. “Great,” he said, then had the audacity to wink, “we’ll be there at six.”

With that, you shyly muttered your goodbyes and began to walk back to the Hut. Namjoon smiled as he watched you leave, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“So,” Yoongi laughed. “How long until you finally ask her?”

Namjoon turned around, looking like a deer caught in headlights. “Pardon?”

“It’s so obvious you like her,” Hoseok said with a grin. “I mean, look at you. You just stand there watching her leave with a stupid grin on your face. You’re in love.”

“Hopelessly so. I gotta write you two a song,” Yoongi said. “Maybe with that you can make her say yes.”

“Yes to what?” Namjoon wondered.

“Please, don’t make it seem like you’re getting her to meet your kids for nothing,” Yoongi said. “You know exactly what you’re doing. You want them to like her.”

Namjoon shrugged. “I mean, what can I do if my kids dislike my future girlfriend?”

“Aha! So you do like her!” Hoseok exclaimed.

“Of course I like her, dipshit, we’ve been seeing each other for months,” Namjoon said.

“If by ‘seeing each other’ you mean ‘secretly banging in the men’s locker room after hours’ then, yeah, I see what you’re trying to do,” Yoongi joked.

Hoseok laughed mischievously. “I wonder what Seulgi will say when she finds out you’ve been dating one of the waitresses from the country club.”

Namjoon rolls his eyes. “Would you shut the hell up? She needs to pay for her master’s degree-”

“Oh, so you wanna be her sugar daddy now?” Yoongi questioned.

“Well, he certainly got the Daddy part down to a T,” Hoseok replied, stuffing one hand in his pocket and shielding his eyes from the sun.

Namjoon rolled his eyes again and sighed. “What Seulgi doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Besides, I don’t need her pompous, classist ass shitting on me right now. I can’t handle another fight. Do you know what she did last Monday? She complained when I gave Ari some hot sauce with her chicken nuggets, and I forgot Ari hates hot sauce.”

“See, this is why I’m not getting married,” Hoseok said. “Statistically speaking, most marriages end in divorce. Like yours, for example.”

“Fuck you,” Namjoon seethed, gripping the handle of his golf club tightly. “Are you done clowning me now?”

“Not even close,” Yoongi said, walking over to the golf cart, “we’ve got seventeen more holes waiting for us.”

Hoseok smiled. “But Namjoon has already scored a hole in one,” he said, then laughed at his own innuendo.

Namjoon shook his head. “I hate you… so much.”

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Your heart raced at a hummingbird’s pace. Namjoon was a punctual man, never going back on his word. You could always trust him to deliver whatever he promised, and if he said he was going to be with his kids at the country club’s restaurant at six sharp, he was going to be there at six sharp.

You were taking another family’s order when he came in with two small children, one on each side, holding their hands tightly. He was wearing a white button-up shirt with the top buttons left open, and grey slacks, while his kids were wearing graphic tees and shorts, sporting wet hair and their respective backpacks. You’d never seen Namjoon’s kids before, though you knew they frequented the country club on the weekends.

You met Namjoon nearly a year ago when your boss sent you to cater to the golf players. So every Sunday you worked at the juice bar, known to everyone as the Juice Hut, that golfers liked to frequent in between their games.

You met Kim Namjoon one morning and were completely blown away by his kindness. He was a tall man, a rich lawyer that offered legal counseling to many famous celebrities, including his best friend Min Yoongi, but more than that, he was a dedicated father.

Every Sunday, for two months, he walked by and ordered a strawberry lemonade before he began his golf session, and just sat there at the bar and chatted with you. It amused you just how many stories he had to tell, and eventually, you began sharing yours as well. You learned that he had divorced his wife about three years ago due to their conflicting personalities, and the only thing that held them together was their two children, for whom they shared custody.

He learned that you were close to finishing your master’s degree in child psychology and that you eventually wanted to establish your own private practice, though money was a bit scarce at the moment, and this job, along with another job as an assistant at one of your professor’s practice, was the only thing that helped you pay the bills.

But then, that’s when things escalated. He began blatantly flirting with you every time he saw you, calling you sweet names, eyeing you like he wanted to devour you whole, or even just riling you up with just his words. You enjoyed every minute of it, how the man would sweep you off your feet with his suave comments or with just a flirty wink. Namjoon knew the effect he had on you and took advantage of it every time he could.

Still, it was just that, flirting. And it was all you planned to do. You knew you would get fired as soon as your boss found out you were banging one of the club’s most prolific members, so you limited yourself to innocent flirtation in the hopes it would remain just that, no matter how much it pained you.

But it all changed after the charity gala. Every year, the country club would organize a charity gala or auction, and the proceeds would go to a children’s charity the club was a patron of. You were tasked with waiting tables, and Namjoon was there along with his friends and business partners. Even though you wore a plain black uniform, much like the rest of your co-workers, he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of you, and at some point during the night, he told you to meet him in the men’s locker room. So you met, and eventually, you fucked.

That was the beginning of it all.

At first, you thought he was after you for just sex. After all, you met weekly, after hours, to have sex in the locker room like you were teenagers sneaking out of their parents’ house. Sometimes, he would check you into hotel rooms and fuck you until the sun was up, taking the time to know your body and to mold you to his figure until you fit together like puzzle pieces.

This, however, was entirely new to you. It wasn’t exactly a secret that you sported a big, fat crush for the 37-year-old, and it was really clear to you how much the older man cared for you but… it just couldn’t be.

No matter how much you hooked up with him on the down-low, the second your superiors found out that you’d been banging him, then it was game over for you, and you needed this job to pay your bills. And sure, Namjoon was a generous man, as he often liked to buy you gifts and little trinkets he found that reminded him of you, but… you also wanted to provide for yourself, to get out of this on your own, despite how big your college debt was.

Which was why the fact that Namjoon wanted to introduce you to his kids was so fucking scary. It meant that he wanted things between you to become serious, and you weren’t sure if that was the best idea. Still, you weren’t about to stand him up in front of his kids, and if he wanted you to meet them, at least you would give him that.

“Good evening!” You said, putting on a cheery smile as you approached their table. Namjoon and his kids immediately turned to you as you handed them the menu. “How are you doing on this fine day?”

“I saw you this morning, Y/N,” Namjoon sarcastically commented.

“It’s courtesy,” you teased, then turned to look at his children. “And who do we have here?”

“I’m Ari,” the girl beamed, her jet black hair framing her delicate face. She looked like a doll. “And I’m 5 years old!” She said, proudly holding up her outstretched fingers to show you her age.

“Her name is Areum, but we all call her Ari,” Namjoon explained.

“Because Areum sounds boring,” she refuted.

You laughed. “But you know the name Areum stands for beautiful, right? A pretty name for a pretty girl.”

She gave you a once-over, then looked at her dad and slumped in her chair. “Okay, I like her.”

The boy, closer to you, gallantly reached out his hand. “The name is Kim, Jiho Kim. Very pleased to meet your acquaintance.”

You looked at Namjoon weirded out as you accepted the boy’s hand. Namjoon couldn’t hold his laughter. “He’s my eldest. He’s kinda, uhh, obsessed with spies.”

“Dad lets me watch James Bond movies when I come over. But don’t tell mom,” he said, shaking your hand tightly. “Mom is always jealous because Dad is cooler than her.”

“Okay, Jiho, that’s enough,” Namjoon deadpanned.

“What? It’s the truth!”

“Oh, trust me, sweetie, your dad is pretty cool. Everyone here loves him,” you said.

Namjoon gazed at your form with sparkly eyes. “Yeah, well… I am pretty cool.”

“And who are you?” Areum asked. “How does dad know you?”

“Oh,” you said, taken aback by the girl’s boldness, “I’m Y/N, your waitress for the night-”

“And daddy’s special friend,” Namjoon said. “I wanted you to meet her because she’s very special to me.”

Areum’s eyes widened. “Wait, is that the girl you always talk about to Uncle Yoongi?”

“W-What?” You asked, panicked.

Namjoon was shocked at her honesty. “I… uhh…”

“No, it’s true! Every time he’s with Uncle Yoongi or Uncle Hobi, he always talks about you. You’re his girlfriend, aren’t you? I know what girlfriends are, I’m old enough to know,” Jiho said proudly.

Areum gasped. “Does this mean you’re gonna marry daddy?”

You blushed wildly, and Namjoon looked like he was three seconds away from having a heart attack. “A-Alright, kids, that’s enough for now. Why don’t we let poor Y/N breathe for a second?”

You laughed nervously. “No, no, it’s okay. Umm, no, we’re not dating. Your dad and I are just friends. Good friends, actually,” you shot Namjoon a look. “Uhh, I’m gonna leave you for a second because I have other tables waiting for me, so you can check the menu, alright? I’ll see you in a bit.”

You awkwardly walked away from the table, clutching your chest as you tried to regain your breath. Namjoon’s kids seemed friendly enough, albeit a little bold and maybe far too honest for their own good. Still, you managed to shake it off and carried on with your work.

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It was perhaps an hour later that Namjoon called you over. The kids had ordered chicken tenders and were too busy playing with their food to notice how Namjoon beckoned you. You clutched your empty tray nervously and leaned closer to him as he requested.

“I’m sorry if they intimidated you,” he began, “they’re not usually this bold.”

You shook your head. “I understand, it’s okay, they just caught me off-guard.”

He shrugged. “I mean… they weren’t wrong.”

You sighed. “Namjoon, please…”

“Please, what, Y/N? You know how I feel about you.”

“Not here, I’m working, what if someone sees? Or worse, what if someone hears us?”

“Oh, come on, you know I don’t care about what people say-”

“Yeah, but I do, because my job depends on it,” you countered.

Namjoon gave you a look. “I would never let them fire you over something this petty, Y/N. And, besides, if I had a say, you wouldn’t even be working here anymore.”

You frowned. “Excuse me?”

His face fell. “W-Wait, no, that came out wrong, uhh… what I was trying to say, is that you wouldn’t have to juggle two jobs and college, because I could help you with all of that.”

You sighed. “I don’t want you to be my sugar daddy, I already told you that.”

“I don’t want to be your sugar daddy, I want to be your boyfriend.”

At that, you stayed silent, eyes widened in surprise. “W-What?”

“Oh, shit, I wasn’t supposed to say that yet,” he muttered to himself, visibly panicking, “I-I mean, uhh, look why don’t we- if you want to, I mean, umm… Y/N, would you go on a date with me?”

You stood there, immobile, brain trying to process what the fuck just happened. Did Namjoon really ask you out on a date? Why were you feeling butterflies in your stomach all of a sudden?

“Daddy?” Areum asked all of a sudden, and the two of you turned to her. “Why is Y/N looking so pale? Is she alright?”

Snapped back to reality, you chuckled nervously and tried to play it off. “Oh, sweetie, it’s okay, I’m fine, your dad was asking if I wanted to help him to, uh, sort out his taxes, yes. A-And I said yes, of course.”

Namjoon beamed. “Really?”

You nodded quickly. “Uh-huh, yep, and now I have to go, because I, uhh, I’m needed somewhere else, enjoy the rest of your meal!” And with that, you walked away from the table, once again trying to calm down your emotions.

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Later that night, as you approached the staff exit, finally done with your shift, you received a call from none other than Namjoon.

“Need a lift?”

You paused in your tracks and looked around at the empty parking lot. “Where the hell are you?”

“In the front parking lot, the kids got distracted because their cousin was there and I had to sit down for like two hours talking to my brother and his wife. It was pretty boring, lemme tell you. Anyway, your shift is over, right?”

“Uhh, yeah, why?”

“I ask again, do you need a lift? I can take you home.”

“Joon, I can take the subway, it’s okay, I don’t wanna be a bother-”

“You’re not bothering anyone, baby.” He pulled out his secret weapon: pet names. Namjoon certainly knew how to make your knees weak. “I wanna drive you home. And don’t worry about the kids, because I know you’re gonna whine about the what-ifs and whatnot. They fell asleep as soon as I shoved them into the backseat.”

You sighed. “I can’t win with you, huh?”

“Nope, you’re stuck with me, baby. Stop being so stubborn and let me drive you home. I wanna talk to you anyway, it’s been a while since we had a good conversation.”

“Alright, fine, come get me,” you pouted, and within five minutes, Namjoon’s black Bentley pulled up in front of the staff exit. Luckily, no one else was around, so you quickly hopped into the shotgun seat.

The tension inside the car was palpable, and while Namjoon had his eyes on the road, you could feel how he sneakily gazed at you whenever he thought you weren’t looking.

“Your kids are cute,” you commented as you looked back to see Jiho and Areum sleeping with their cute little mouths hanging open, no doubt feeling tired after an entire day of playing around.

“They’re my little angels,” he said proudly. “I gotta take them back to their mom’s house, though. They got school tomorrow.”

“So they spend one week with you, and then one week with her?” You asked.

“Usually, yeah, exceptions are made for trips and whatnot, but at least the only thing Seulgi and I agree on is who gets what amount of time. It was the easiest part of the divorce, setting up the joint custody.”

“Which was the hardest?”

“Splitting goods,” he said earnestly. “It always comes down to money. I sold her my half of the house and got myself a sweet penthouse downtown. At least she didn’t get my car or I would’ve lost it.”

You grimaced. “Sounds like it was nasty.”

“Oh, please, you know how bitchy Seulgi is. Remember that scene she made last year?”

You rolled your eyes, feeling your blood boil at the mere mention of that witch. “Please, don’t remind me. I still get nightmares from that.”

Namjoon chuckled softly. “I never would’ve guessed I would be the dude with the bitchy ex-wife.”

“How so?”

“Well, our marriage was doing okay, at first, and we were pretty happy back then, but as the kids grew older we just kinda… grew apart. You know the story. We just weren’t made for each other.”

“I’ve felt like that before,” you admit. “Every breakup I’ve ever faced, it always left me feeling like I would never find the right one.”

“And did you?”

“What?”

Namjoon smiled. “Find the right one?”

You froze. “Joon, I-”

“I meant what I said, back there,” he said. “I want to date you formally. I wanna be your boyfriend. I want us to be something serious, not just a hookup. I like you, Y/N, I really do, and the reason I wanted to introduce you to my kids today is that I want them to like you too.”

You bit your lip. “You know how I feel about this, Joon.”

He sighed. “Please don’t bring up that same old excuse. Nothing will happen to you, or your job, as long as I get a say in it. I’m not letting anyone take that away from you and you know that.”

“A-And what about your kids, hmm? Or Seulgi-”

“I don’t give a damn about Seulgi, and you know that,” he said immediately.

“Y-Yeah, well, are you sure you want us to become serious? B-Because, y’know, I’m still finishing my masters, you work all the time, you’ve got kids to take care of, and we’re both nearly ten years apart-”

“Are you seriously pulling the age card? Now? You weren’t questioning this age gap when I was balls deep inside-”

“Shhh!” You said. “The kids might hear.”

Namjoon went silent and pulled up in front of a big house, supposedly Seulgi’s home. Namjoon sighed and turned to you. “Listen, I gotta wake up the kids, Seulgi’s waiting for them. But meanwhile, I wanna ask you something: what are you so afraid of, hmm? I want you, period. There’s no catch, no questions asked. I want you. Think about that, alright?” He said, then unbuckled his seatbelt and exited the car.

While Namjoon took care of his sleepy kids and carefully helped them walk towards the front door, you slumped in your seat and fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. What were you so afraid of? Namjoon’s words resonated in your head. Why were you depriving yourself of a shot at happiness? Was it because of what everyone else would think?

The sound of the door shutting startled you, and as Namjoon pulled off the driveway you realized you had been stuck in a trance for a while.

Carefully, you placed your hand atop his thigh and watched him clench his jaw. “I’m… afraid of what people might say.”

“But why?”

“You just don’t see it, Joon,” you said remorsefully, “you’re not the one who’s going to be called a gold digger, or a social climber. You’re not going to be reduced to a piece of meat by everyone else. You’re not going to be called a trophy girlfriend.”

“But you’re not any of those things, Y/N,” Namjoon said. “And if I have to go out there and clear the air all by myself, then I will. I just want to make you happy, and, well, be happy with you.”

You smiled weakly. “At first I wondered how you could even like me,” you confessed, guessing it was now or never when it came to being painfully honest. “How could a man like you, hot, rich, and smart, fall for a waitress.”

Namjoon laughed. “Hey, you’re hot and smart, too.”

“But not rich,” you countered.

“Ah, who fucking cares, you’ll have your private practice soon and then you’ll be super fucking rich, you’ll see.”

“You’re very optimistic.”

He shrugged. “When you got kids, you gotta be. I’ve learned it’s important to look into the bright side of things, y’know?”

You blushed. “Right.”

The car stopped at a red light. “Look, all I’m asking is that you give us a chance. I know you feel the same way I do, just… give yourself the opportunity to be happy, okay? If you really don’t want this, I’ll understand, but…” he trailed off for a moment. “Remember when I said Seulgi and I weren’t made for each other?”

You nodded.

“Sometimes I get the feeling that it was you all along. You are the one made for me, and I for you.”

Heat crawled up your cheeks. “Joon, I- wow,” you laughed, rendered speechless. “I don’t know what to say.”

He bit his lip. “Just tell me where you wanna go.”

“Huh? You mean my place or yours?”

Now it was his turn to blush, though the faint street lights didn’t do him any justice. “I meant our relationship, but if you wanna go to my place…”

You took a deep breath. “Then… yes.”

“Yes to what?”

“To both,” you said, then held up a finger before he could say anything else. “But on the condition that we take things slowly, alright?”

With that, Namjoon smiled. “Deal,” he said, then looked at you mischievously. “So, you wanna come to my place, huh?”

You grinned. “If Daddy says so.”

The hand on the steering wheel tightened. “Fuck, it’s gonna be a long night. Buckle up, baby.”

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You’d never been to Namjoon’s apartment before, but then again, neither had he been to yours. So far, all of your encounters had either been in your workplace or a hotel room, so this was new territory for both of you. His apartment was big -- a luxurious penthouse downtown, somewhat close to his office so he could bike there (Namjoon wasn’t too keen on driving if he could avoid it, ever the environmentalist).

Floor-to-ceiling windows gave you a magnificent view of Seoul, all the high-rises and towers lighting up the night sky. You looked around for a moment, lost in the artwork that covered his walls. You recognized some of the paintings to be from Kim Taehyung, one of his close friends and a renowned artist. Namjoon was an art collector, and he proudly displayed all his paintings and sculptures around his house like it was a museum.

“Do you like it?” Namjoon asked, hand clutching yours tightly as he led you into the open living room, the open, high ceiling making the space feel even bigger than it already was.

“I’m wondering how the hell you let your kids stay here around so much expensive stuff,” you admitted with a chuckle, admiring an abstract painting signed by Taehyung. “Honestly… I’m sure this painting is worth more than my apartment.”

“The kids are well-behaved, they know not to touch this stuff.” Namjoon chuckled, then pointed at the artwork. “This one is Taehyung’s first commission. We go way back, y’know? We were still in college when I asked him to paint one for me. It’s my most valuable painting, and not exactly because of its price.”

You turned to him. “That’s sweet. Back when we first met I didn’t take you for a sentimental guy.”

“And now? Am I sentimental enough?”

You slid a hand around his waist and scooted closer to him. “You’re perfect.”

Namjoon’s face lit up like a Christmas tree, and he placed a tender kiss on your forehead. “So, what do you wanna do? I bet you’re feeling tired from standing up all day.”

You nodded. “What do you have in mind?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know… maybe a nice bubble bath, a massage, some wine, candles-”

“You mean going to a spa.”

“Not precisely,” he said, facing you and cupping your face with his large hands. “I wanna make you feel good.”

“Hmm, and after the bath?” You asked, leaning into his touch.

“Make love to you again, and again…” He said, and leaned down to capture your lips in his.

He was soft. So soft. Softness all around. Soft, silky lips and soft, silky hair in which you tangled your fingers. And he smelled so good, he could sweep you off your feet with his fragrance alone.

But then he literally swept you off your feet, bending down to scoop you up bridal style, making you drop your purse to the ground, but you didn’t really care, and neither did he. Your mouths were still connected and that was all that mattered, him and those plushy, sweet lips. You held onto him tightly, wrapping your arms around his neck for safety, and he had the audacity to smile into the kiss.

“Dork,” you laughed, kissing him even more; desperately, deeply.

“I love you,” he whispered into the kiss, holding you tighter.

You paused for a moment, pulling back from him to meet him eye-to-eye. “Really?” You wondered, cheeks going red.

He smiled, connecting your foreheads together. “There’s no one else I want. Just you.”

Your noses touched briefly, and then you whispered back, “I love you too, Joon.”

“Good,” he said. “Because I’m not letting you go. Ever. You’re stuck with me now.”

“Perfect,” you replied. “Now, about that massage…”

He laughed and turned around, walking towards a hallway which you supposed led to his bedroom. “You’re something else, baby.”

Eventually, you reached his bedroom, just as big as you imagined it to be, with a large king-sized bed right in the middle of it. Like the rest of his apartment, he had floor-to-ceiling windows giving you a mesmerizing view of the city, but the best view of all was the grin Namjoon had on his face as you entered his massive bathroom and then placed you on the floor.

“Okay,” you began, “something tells me this is, maybe, bigger than my bedroom.”

“Oh, please,” Namjoon laughed.

“It’s true! Your bathtub is probably the size of my bed,” you said, pointing at the large bathtub on one corner.

Namjoon walked towards you, wrapping both your hands in his and pulling you closer. “Well… you’re welcome to use my bed whenever you want. It’s there for you. Always. Like me,” he smiled adorably. “Now, pick one: rose or lavender.”

You debated for a moment. “Depends. What’s it for?”

“The bath bomb, of course,” he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Roses, then,” you said.

“Alright, get undressed, I’ll fill the tub.” He placed a small kiss on your forehead and then turned towards the tub, opening the faucet to allow the strong jet of water fill it up.

You watched for a moment as he adjusted the temperature, entranced by his big, wide torso and how his white shirt strained to contain his muscles. Even from the back, you could tell that Namjoon was ripped, but from the front, his buttons strained even more.

You let your mind wander as Namjoon rolled up the sleeve of his left arm to test the temperature, and your dirty brain began to reminisce of the times he would bend you over his lap just to spank you until your ass was raw and your pussy was so wet not even your-

“Babe?”

You blinked, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Namjoon looked at you weirdly, and then you realized you’d just spent all this time standing there gawking at his marvelous physique when he had explicitly told you to take off your clothes.

“R-Right,” you stuttered, making quick work of your crewneck emblazoned with the country club’s logo (what the higher-ups liked to call the “funky weekend uniform” or whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean) and threw it on the ground. You trembled beneath his gaze. This definitely wasn’t your first time with him, but Namjoon had the innate ability to make you feel like an innocent virgin every time you fucked.

“Need help, baby?” He cooed, rolling up his other sleeve, exposing his strong, thick forearms. He had already unbuttoned two more buttons, showing more of his chest. God, this man knew just how to drive you crazy.

You blushed wildly. “Y-Yes, Daddy.”

Namjoon clicked his tongue, walking over to you. “Silly baby,” he said, pulling you closer by your belt loops. “You can’t even take your clothes off properly, hmm? Want Daddy to do it all for you.”

You let yourself get carried away. “Yes, Daddy.”

He grinned, then unbuttoned your pants and swiftly pulled them down, helping you step out of them. Kneeling in front of you, he caressed the back of your legs gently, then pressed small kisses to your thigh, then the other, sending shivers down your spine. You supported yourself on the white marble counter next to you, as you didn’t trust your legs to keep you upright, not when Namjoon was worshipping your legs like that.

“You must be so tired, baby,” he muttered to your skin, hooking a finger into the elastic of your panties. “Walking and standing all day. Your feet must be killing you, huh?”

You were about to nod, but his other hand grabbed a handful of your ass and he kissed your lower belly, and you swore your legs were about to give out. “Y-Yes.”

He began to slowly pull your panties down. “Good for you, Daddy is here to make the pain go away,” he said, and you watched as his eyes went wide as your panties pooled around your feet. He was so close to your cunt, you ached to have his tongue on you. “So pretty,” he muttered to himself, pressing more kisses to your lower belly, but nowhere close to where you truly needed him.

Before you could even open your mouth, he stood up and quickly stole a kiss from you, snaking his hands around your torso to quickly unclasp your bra and let it fall to the floor. You groaned at having your breasts set free from their cages, and he chuckled.

“Now you,” you said, weakly grabbing at the few buttons he had left. “Wanna see you.”

Namjoon smirked. “Then undress me. Come on.”

You made quick work of his shirt buttons, and he helped you take it off completely. His torso hypnotized you with his well-defined muscles, but you tried to push it off in order to take off his pants. With somewhat shaky hands you unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, then brought them down along with his underwear. Now that he was completely naked in front of you, you felt the playing ground was a bit more even.

But the thing was that Namjoon always had the upper hand.

He cupped your face tenderly, then looked back at the tub, which was now completely full. Reluctantly, he let you go to close the tap and then gave you a mischievous look. “Behind you, top drawer. Pass me the pink bath bomb.”

You did was told, finding the cabinet full of bath bombs of different colors and scents. “Wow, it’s a lot. Feels like I’m in a Lush store.”

He chuckled. “The kids love using them whenever they come, so I keep them in stock.”

“And you?” You said, handing him the pink bomb.

He smirked. “When the occasion allows it.”

With that said, Namjoon gingerly dropped the bomb onto the water, and the two of you silently watched it fizzle and release blobs of glittery pink into the water, the rosy scent hitting your nostrils.

“Oh!” Namjoon said after a moment, having a moment of lucidity. “I’ll be back in a sec, hold on.”

You tried your best no to ogle, but there was something hypnotizing in Namjoon’s juicy, toned ass as he walked out of the bathroom. He returned less than five minutes later holding a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses on the other. “I said I’d do candles too, but turns out I don’t have candles, which is weird because I swear I had them stored somewhere.”

You shrugged. “Maybe the kids used them?”

Namjoon paused as he placed the bottle of wine on the counter, next to the sink. He squinted. “I’m so fucking stupid. I forgot Areum used them for a school project.”

You laughed. “Hey, nothing’s going to happen if we don’t have candles here. I’m happy with just getting in the tub with you. It’s already more than I asked for.”

He sighed. “Fine. Get in there, I’ll go put some music on.”

You smiled. “Yes, Daddy.”

The water was perfectly warm. You tentatively dipped a foot inside the large tub, then when you got acclimated, you finally got inside and sat down. Namjoon returned with his phone and a Bluetooth speaker, already playing soft, old R&B to set the relaxing mood. He then uncorked the wine with ease and served it into the glasses.

“Here you go,” he said, handing you your drink. You graciously accepted it and took a sip.

“I don’t know shit about wine, but it’s good,” you laughed.

“Scoot forward,” he ordered whilst carrying his own drink. You gave him enough space to sit down behind you, and when he was done, he pulled you back to rest on his soft, warm, defined chest. “If I’m honest,” he began, swirling the dark red liquid in his cup and then giving it a whiff. “I don’t know shit about wines either.”

You snorted. “And here I was, thinking you were a wine connoisseur.”

“Baby, I order strawberry lemonade from the juice bar, I think that should tell you enough about me,” he laughed, taking a sip from his drink.

“I know enough about your drink orders, mister,” you teased.

“Ah,” he tutted, “you haven’t seen my personal bar.”

“Bet it’s filled with Hennessy,” you joked.

“Wrong, I’m not that big of a cognac fan. I prefer whiskey.”

You nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck, laying small kisses to his jaw. “I already knew that. Wanna know which is my favorite, though?”

“Hmm? Isn’t it wine?”

You shook your head. “Champagne.”

“Damn, should’ve said that earlier, I have a couple of bottles in there we could’ve used.”

“I’m fine with wine,” you said, “I don’t drink as much as you do, anyway. I’m a bit of a lightweight.”

“Okay, I can confirm that,” he said, pressing a kiss to your head. “Will you stay the night?”

“You’re asking that now? I thought it was a given that I was staying over.”

He grinned. “Good. Just making sure. I’ll drive you to your place tomorrow, okay?”

“Can’t say no to that,” you said and closed your eyes.

You stayed like this for a while, making small talk and joking around while you finished your drinks, eventually placing them on the floor. Namjoon stroked your hair as you talked, the butterflies in your stomach spreading to other parts of your body and making your limbs tingle. Then his hands moved towards your shoulders, where he began to dig in with his thumbs, working out the kinks and the knots on your back.

You leaned forward to give him more space to work with, to which he responded by digging into your shoulder blades and then your lower back.

“You’re tense,” he said.

You fought back a moan. “Work’s been a bitch lately. I need a vacation.”

Namjoon hummed. “Where do you wanna go?”

You groaned as he massaged a particularly tense part of your back. “I know what you’re doing.”

“What am I doing, exactly?” Even though you couldn’t see him, you could picture the grin on his face.

“I know how your head works. If I tell you, you’re just going to surprise me one of these days with tickets to my dream destination.”

He laughed. “Okay. I promise not to surprise you and to let you know first-hand when I’m about to buy the tickets. Now spill.”

Your eyes fluttered as your bones turned to jelly. Namjoon had you melting with his touch. “Bali,” you admitted. “I’ve always wanted to go there.”

His warm, plushy lips chastely kissed the nape of your neck. “Sounds amazing. I’ve never been there. Maybe we could escape for a week. Or two.”

“I still got my classes, Joon,” you said.

“We’ll wait until the semester ends. Look at it as a reward for being such a good student and an amazing girlfriend.”

“Wow, we’ve been officially dating for less than an hour and you already think I’m the best girlfriend ever. Maybe this dating thing won’t be so hard, after all.”

He laughed and kissed your nape once again. “It’s because I know you so well,” he said, then kissing your shoulder. “All the little crevices of your brain, I know them well.” He returned to your neck, ghosting his lips atop the skin until he took a gentle bite. Goosebumps formed across your entire body. “I know your body, from head to toe.”

His hands snaked down your waist to pull you closer. You craned your head to the side to allow him more access to your neck, and he responded by kissing your jaw and down your neck and shoulders softly, as if you were a delicate piece of porcelain.

At this point, your body was hotter than the water around you, your cunt wet and throbbing, and your nipples hard and aching to be touched, and yet you didn’t dare make a move. Namjoon knew what he was doing, and you were well aware of the games he played, but he wasn’t impervious to getting aroused. His hardening cock behind you was all you needed to know -- he was just as desperate and needy as you were.

His large hands cupped your breasts, squeezing them. “Mine,” he muttered in a low, gravelly voice, nipping at the skin of your shoulder. “All mine.”

His words sent shivers down your spine and straight into your cunt; were it not for the water, you’d be dripping wet right now. You tried slowly crossing your legs to give you some sliver of friction, but Namjoon acted faster than you and opened your thighs before you could close them, holding onto them and squeezing just like he did your breasts.

You placed your hand atop his and guided it closer to your aching pussy. “Please,” you begged, low enough for him to hear.

He seemed to have gotten the memo. “Here?” He asked, his fingertip lightly grazing your folds. Your breath hitched in your throat, and you leaned back to rest on his chest, nodding and humming your approval.

“So needy,” he mused, parting your legs even further. He continued teasing you, gliding his finger over your folds and watching your brows furrow with every passing second. You held onto his hand like your like depended on it, and grasped his thigh to show him that yes, you were needy as hell, and you needed him to touch you properly.

He played with your nipple with his other hand, pinching and rolling the sensitive nub in between his agile fingers. Resting your head on his shoulder, your eyes didn’t dare open for fear that his stare would make you even more aroused.

Instead, Namjoon opted for finally touching your clit, pressing the small bundle of nerves with his index and slowly moving in tiny circles. Your toes curled and you let out a breathy moan.

“You like that?” He asked.

“Yes,” you answered.

His lips found the skin of your neck once again, finding a spot he liked and then sucking. It wasn’t often that he sucked hickeys into your neck, but he enjoyed it far too much for his own good. You didn’t exactly complain, and much less now that he was actually yours.

The pace of the music marked the rhythm of his fingers, slow, sensual and sexy. The smell of roses was making your head spin with desire, and you wanted nothing more than Namjoon to rail you into next week. “Daddy,” you whispered, feeling a jolt of pleasure when he pressed his finger a bit tighter, “please fuck me.”

“Isn’t it a bit too early for that, baby?” He hummed, relishing in the way your face contorted with pleasure. “Come on, let Daddy take care of you. Just wanna make you feel good.”

You pouted. You needed him inside you now or else you were going to explode. “B-But Daddy-”

“Shh,” he said, placing a calming kiss on your cheek. “Let me take care of you.”

With that said, he didn’t waste any time and began to circle your hole, his short nail dragging across the sensitive skin and giving you goosebumps. Despite the water your cunt was slick, and so, when he slid his finger in, it was almost too easy. You moaned, gripping his thigh tighter, but it was still not enough. “D-Daddy,” you whimpered, “more, please.”

“You want more?” He asked. “I haven’t even started and yet you keep asking for more.”

“Please, Daddy,” you begged. “I need you so bad.”

“Alright,” he said. “Whatever my baby wants.” He slid a second finger almost too easily, and your eyes rolled back at the sensation. You weren’t normally this sensitive, but you supposed it had to do with the sensual setting and Namjoon’s delicate touch. The drag of his thick, long fingers inside your pussy had you panting, gasping for more.

Water slushed around you and fell to the floor from the movements. You bucked your hips slightly to get even more friction as he curled his fingers inside you. The room, and your skin, got hotter -- so much the water couldn’t even refresh you. Heat traveled to your face as Namjoon worshipped your neck in tandem with his hands.

“O-Oh my god,” you moaned, legs already trembling. Just how sensitive were you tonight? “Daddy, right there!”

“Here?” He asked, hitting your sweet spot from the right angle. You mewled, pruney toes curling and legs shaking.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you admitted. Your orgasm was coming embarrassingly fast, and you just couldn’t not tell him. The tension in your lower belly increased, and his hand left your breast in order to touch your clit and give you even more pleasure.

“D-Daddy, fuck,” you whined.

“Cum for me, baby,” he said right into your ear, his low, smooth voice guiding you towards your end. Your orgasm crashed down on you hard, legs shaking wildly, your walls spasming around his fingers as you bucked forward. He held you in place by the shoulder, continuing to thrust his fingers inside you at a slower pace until you finished and turned into a messy, post-orgasmic puddle.

“That was fast,” you said, collapsing onto his chest. He withdrew his fingers from you and patted your thigh affectionately, laughing at your words. “I don’t know why or how that happened. I don’t usually cum that fast.”

“Shit happens,” he said, planting a kiss onto your hair. “Don’t fret about it.”

You craned your neck to look at him properly. “Wanna get out now? The water’s a bit cold.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying that because you wanna keep fucking or…?”

“Yes,” you said unabashedly. “You promised me endless lovemaking.”

He chuckled. “Alright, baby, move.”

You did as told and he got up, carefully exiting the tub, water dripping from his godly figure and into the mat. He grabbed a clean towel to pat himself dry, and after tying it to his waist, his prominent erection peeking through and tenting the fabric, he helped you exit the tub without falling. He passed you a towel and helped pat you dry with the dorkiest grin on his face, occasionally giving you tiny, tender kisses that had you blushing like a schoolgirl.

Then, he led you back into his bedroom. Before you reached the bed, the towels came off, hitting the cold floor as his hands grabbed your hips and pulled you close. He giggled and went in for a lovely kiss which you returned with fervor, touching every inch of skin you could reach. His hard, heavy cock was squeezed in between your bodies as you stood on your tip-toes to kiss him, and it only made your pussy throb with greed.

His hands kneaded and squeezed your ass while yours found purchase in his broad shoulders as the kiss deepened, his tongue sliding into your mouth to taste what remained of the champagne. You let him do as he pleased -- whatever he had in store for you, it was almost a given that you would enjoy it. He knew you that well.

The kiss broke. “Get on the bed,” he panted, trying to regain his breath.

You grinned. “What are you planning?”

He smirked. “Get in there and find out.”

Chuckling to yourself, you climbed on the plush mattress, your hands and knees digging down on the bed as you crawled and then laid down, resting your head on the pillows. Before you could ask, Namjoon climbed after you, lying on his side next to you. He smiled at you, but behind the kindness of his dimples, you could see the wickedness that lied within. He had something planned for you and you were dying to know what.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You said, shifting to lie on your side and face him directly.

It almost seemed like he wanted to laugh from whatever weird thoughts ran through his head. “What are your opinions on face-riding?”

You went still, taken by surprise. “Huh?”

“Wait, no- that’s not the right way to put it,” he chuckled, shutting his eyes in shame. “Umm, do you wanna ride my face?”

“You mean… sit on your face?”

He nodded. “Well… yeah. Pretty much. If you don’t want to, it’s okay, but I kinda have a thing for that-”

“I’ll do you one better,” you said, gaining a bit of confidence. “How about we 69?”

Namjoon paused, then bit his lip. “Fuck, why didn’t I think of that? Never mind, just- just sit on my face, okay?”

“So that’s a yes to the 69?” You inquired.

He laughed. “Yes, baby, come on.”

“Okay, so how do we do this?” You said as you sat up. “Because I’ve never sat on someone’s face before.”

“It’s relatively easy,” he said. “Just put your knees on either side of my chest and let me do the work.”

“Hey, I gotta work too, y’know?” You said as you scooted closer to him. “You’re not the only one doing the pleasuring.”

He grabbed your thigh to help accommodate you as you settled each knee on either side of his torso, facing his cock, which rested hot and heavy on his abdomen. Now fully on top of him, you felt his breath hitting your wet folds, which sent goosebumps all over your body.

Large hands massaged the globes of your ass, and then pulled you down. Careful not to crush him, you tried to settle all your weight on your knees, and bent down to grab a hold of his cock, red and leaking precum.

You took him in your grasp, his girth not allowing your fist to fully close around it. Namjoon was a big man with an even bigger cock. Smearing the glossy liquid from his tip all over his shaft, you took the tentative first lick, from base to tip, and he shuddered.

With your hips angled close to his face, Namjoon said, “Fuck, that’s it, baby, sit on Daddy’s face, will you?” You lowered your hips even further until his lips touched one of your ass cheeks. “Fuck, look at that,” he muttered to himself. “So fucking wet, baby. Is it just for me? Hmm? Just for Daddy?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you answered, licking from base to tip once again. His cock was so large you couldn’t even try to deep throat him, but after months of practice, you knew how to get him off without compromising your throat.

He eased his tongue into your pussy, licking a fat stripe from your wet hole to your clit. You moaned as you swirled your tongue over his tip, your cunt sensitive from the previous orgasm.

Namjoon took your moans as a green light, parting your folds with his fingers so he could have better access to your clit. His wicked tongue savored each and every drop of your arousal as he ate you out, while all you could do was pathetically slobber around his cock as you tried to fit into your mouth an inch further than you were accustomed to. Saliva dripped down his length as you suckled on it like a lollipop and his grip on you tightened. He seemed to like that, so you kept on pleasuring him.

It was until, several moments later, that he plunged two fingers back into your hole. Mouth full of cock, you let out a high-pitched whine as your toes curled.

“I’m stretching you out, baby,” he explained as if you didn’t know exactly what he was doing. “Such a tight pussy,” he muttered, then angling his face to lick your clit even better, wrapping his lips around the swollen nub and sucking diligently.

You released him from your grasp in favor of taking a deep breath, but his fingers curling inside you took the air away from your lungs. “Fuck,” you panted, face scrunching as your body tried to process the onslaught of pleasure coursing through it. “F-Fuck, Daddy.”

He didn’t say anything, opting for humming his acknowledgment, ultimately prompting you to keep going. So you bent back down and took him into your hand and jerked him off as best as you could, but the real treat was even further below.

Smirking to yourself, your tongue darted out to lick at his balls, then taking one into your mouth as you pleased his cock with your hand. Namjoon paused his actions to let out a deep moan. “Fuck,” he said, drawing out the word. “Fuck, Y/N, what the fuck, shit, oh my god.”

You smugly continued, thumb pressing right into his slit as you sucked the ever-loving shit out of his nuts. His thigh twitched and his breathing became ragged. “B-Baby, baby please, fuck. I’m gonna- shit, okay, stop. Stop.”

You released him from your grasp, and soon he was pushing you aside, your body falling into the mattress as he desperately regained his breath. Eyes ignited with a ferocity you hadn’t seen before, he sat back up and looked at you. “Hands and knees. Now.”

“D-Daddy?”

“Do as I say,” he warned, gently helping you get in place despite the harshness in his tone. “You almost made me cum right then and there,” he chuckled darkly. “But if I’m gonna cum it’s gonna be inside you. Need to put my cock inside my baby.”

Your cunt clenched at his lewd comment as he settled behind you, kneading your ass cheeks and then landing a slap on each of them. You cried out but pushed your hips closer to him, arching your back until your face was down on the mattress.

“Fuck, look at you,” he mused to himself, landing another blow to your ass. “Like it when Daddy slaps your pretty ass, hmm?”

He slapped you again. “Y-Yes, Daddy,” you said.

“That’s my girl.” He grasped his cock and gave it a few strokes, then gathered as much wetness from your pussy as he could and smeared it all over his shaft. He moaned at the feeling, but the desperation to be inside you was already overwhelming. “You know the drill, baby, talk to me if anything goes wrong, okay?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you reassured him.

“And the safeword is…?”

“Red,” you replied. Although it was a bit basic, the traffic light system was pretty useful, and you weren’t about to crack your head thinking of a new, cool-sounding safeword.

“Good,” he said, gliding the tip of his cock over your entrance. “God, it’s been like, what, two weeks?”

“Too long,” you said. The last time he fucked you he’d taken you to a hotel close to his apartment where he railed the living daylights out of you. “I need you, Daddy.”

“I’m here,” he said, finally sliding his cock inside your wet, hot cunt, inch by inch. “Fucking finally, shit,” he moaned, hands finding purchase on your hips as he went deeper. You cursed, drawing out the words until he finally bottomed out. His cock stretches you out like no other, but you relished the slight burn, the pain that came with the pleasure. He made you feel safe, complete, at home.

“Daddy…” you whined.

“Tight,” he whispered. “So fucking tight. You okay, baby?”

You hummed in agreement. “Fuck me, please.”

He smiled, roaming a hand across your back, soothing the skin. “You’re so impatient sometimes…” He pulled almost all the way back before coming back in slowly, making sure you got used to his massive size. Having him inside you weakened your entire body -- you were so full you couldn’t even think of anything else.

“Can you blame me?” Your joke ended with a moan as he pulled back and pushed back in once again. “Shit.”

He chuckled. “No, I can’t. How are you feeling?”

“Keep going like that and I’ll end up drooling on the sheets.”

“So I take it you’re feeling good?”

“Yes, harder, please,” you said.

“Are you sure?” He said, resisting the urge to spank your ass raw.

“You know how I like it,” you said.

“Alright,” he conceded, “don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Then, without much talking, he began to pick up the pace, going from cautiously slow to harsh, deep strokes. You felt him everywhere, heat spreading across your entire body, the room filled with the lewd sounds of his hips hitting your behind. You buried your head in the pillow, hands fisting the sheets below you as you took each and every thrust he gave you.

Your walls hugged his length like a glove. He was right -- you were made for each other. “Look at you, baby, taking my cock so well,” he breathed heavily, eyes trained on the way your ass jiggled with every snap of his hips. Entranced, he spread your cheeks apart to take a look at how his huge dick split you open. “I could do this every day,” he ranted, “fuck you every day, every morning when we wake up, every night before going to sleep, shit, I wan’- I want you so bad, all the time.”

His words made you gush even more. Namjoon often got possessive whenever you had sex. “My pretty baby, made for me, fuck.” As your toes curled, your cunt clenched around him. He moaned at the sensation, chuckling darkly. “Ugh, you’re such a sucker for compliments, huh? What am I gonna do with you, baby?”

“Fuck me harder, Daddy,” you suggested, out of breath.

“You’re goddamn right, I will,” he panted. “I’m gonna fuck this little pussy until you’re creaming my cock like the good girl you are. Understood? Are you gonna be a good girl for Daddy?”

“Y-Yes, Daddy,” you said.

He drilled his cock into you like his life depended on it, hitting hard and deep. He responded to your submissiveness with another harsh spank to each cheek. You arched your back, searching for a better angle. He shuffled a bit, planting his foot on the bed for more momentum, and it completely changed his angle, resulting in him going deeper.

“Oh my fu- Daddy!” You screamed, his dick hitting your g-spot with every stroke. “Yes, yes, like that, fuck.”

“Like that?”

“Like that,” you confirmed. “You feel so fucking good, shit, I’m close.”

He grinned, satisfied. “Wanna cum on Daddy’s cock, baby?”

“Please, I just-” your voice cracked. “M-Make me cum, daddy, please.” You shakily darted your hand towards your sensitive pussy, looking to pleasure yourself even more. Your fingers reached your clit and quickly rubbed it in tight circles. That familiar tightness within you kept rising; your orgasm was approaching soon.

Namjoon kept his pace, realizing you were getting off on it. His newest goal was to make you cum hard around him, so he focused on hitting your sweet spot as well as he could. “Better, baby?” He said, trying not to blow his load right then and there. Watching you pleasure yourself was hotter than anything else he’d ever seen. He wanted to see more of that.

You cried out. “D-Daddy, I’m- I’m gonna cu- ah!” Your walls spasmed around his girth as your orgasm suddenly washed over you. Your hand fell, and you bit the pillow in a feeble attempt at muffling your screams of pleasure as your whole body trembled. Namjoon slowed down his thrusts to help you ride out your high, soothingly rubbing your back as you came.

Your mind was hazy, but Namjoon’s smooth voice brought you back to reality. “Are you alright, baby?”

“Yes,” you managed to say. He pulled out of you, helping you to lie down completely on the bed. “Wait, but you haven’t-”

“I know, I’m just giving you a moment to breathe, baby,” he said, a tender smile on his face. “Come on, turn around.”

“Oh, so now you’re going for missionary?” You teased.

He chuckled. “I’m a romantic, and I wanna see your tits.”

“Wow, very romantic indeed,” you mocked him, turning onto your back like he wanted. You parted your legs, allowing him to slot himself in between them. He wasted no time now, sliding inside you quickly and placing his hands on each side of you. He leaned down to steal a kiss from you, but you wouldn’t let him leave that fast, so you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He responded by letting his weight fall onto you, lost in the kiss. He moved his hips slowly, but quickly picked up the pace once again. He grabbed your leg and wrapped it around his torso, urging you to do the same with the other one as the kiss deepened. Your fingers got lost in his silky hair, both of you moaning in unison as he pounded into you.

Namjoon broke the kiss to speak. “I’m close,” he warned, pressing your foreheads together.

Even though your cunt was battered raw, you still craved him. “Cum inside me.”

That comment alone nearly made him lose his marbles. “Fuck, really? Are you sure?”

You nodded. “I want you.”

He smiled, quickening his pace a bit more, still hitting deep inside you, though not as deep as before. “Shit, okay.” He buried his face in your neck, lathering it with kisses while a wandering hand of yours grabbed onto his ass and squeezed to drive him even crazier. His pace grew erratic, a sign that he was about to cum. “I’m gonna take you to Bali, baby,” he ranted as he nibbled on the skin. “Take you to Bali and rent a whole fucking bungalow and fuck you on every surface I can find.”

You felt dizzy, but chuckled at his comments. “That sounds amazing.”

“Okay, fuck, I’m- shit,” he growled, fisting the sheets as he stilled, spilling his seed inside you. He came with force, muffling his own sounds of pleasure by biting your neck. You yelped, now having a bite mark to accessorize with your hickey.

He tried to catch his breath as he parted from your neck and looked at you, then planted a tender kiss to your lips. “I love you.”

You beamed. “I love you too, Joon.”

“Sorry for the, uh, bite.”

“It’s okay,” you dismissed. “Nothing I can’t hide with heavy-duty foundation.”

“If you need some, I can buy it for you,” he offered.

“How about we shower instead and get a gel for the bruises I’ll inevitably have on my neck tomorrow?”

He chuckled. “Alright. Are you hungry, by the way? I can whip up something quick in the kitchen, or we can order something. I’m sure it’s not that late, anyway.” He craned his head to look at the digital clock on his nightstand. “It’s close to eleven.”

You nodded. “Fried chicken?”

“With beer?”

“Yes,” you smiled.

He kissed your temple. “Alright, baby.” Then, he wrapped his arms around you and lathered even more kisses to your face, reluctant to let you go now that he finally had you.

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prettiest flower ♡

photobooth | knj

Summary: You never knew fucking in a photobooth, while all your friends are on the other side, could be this sweet. University AU! Porn with like 30% plot.

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader ft. Jaebum

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 12k

Warnings: excessive swearing as usual, namjoon being soft and cute as shit because that is a warning in itself, jealous possessive sex, also a jealous namjoon, soft dom namjoon, sub reader, public sex, exhibitionism, fingering, joonie with his sinful mouth aka dirty talk, joon’s giant schlong, camera sex, technical porno-graphy (they take pics of them fucking), finger sucking, joon’s wicked tongue aka eating pussy, blowjob, squirting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, cum eating, cum play, handjob, degredation (use of slut), cum swallowing, gagging + choking (on cock), riding, penetrative sex, slight? pain kink, namjoon with A* stamina, creampie, cum feeding

A/N: There is actually only about 30% plot in this, I did the math. But also, please don’t ask me where this depraved fantasy was bred from because honestly, I have no words or excuses for the complete filth I just wrote.

It’s not very often that you find yourself partying. It’s not that you didn’t have an interest in it; it was more than you were partied out. Kind of sad and pathetic for someone who was still in their third year of university but it was the truth. You had practically exhausted yourself (and your bank account) during your first two years of university, attending every club night, house party and drinking related college event that you could. You were still known across campus as the first year girl who downed an entire bottle of tequila before stealing some traffic cones (causing several issues with traffic the next day) just so you could use the said cones as party hats for the various statues littered around your campus.

That day had practically gone down in history.

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a devil’s plaything I | knj

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: on halloween, you had met death. the next thing you knew, you were waking up in barren wastelands. it kinda sucks when you learn that you’ve been reincarnated as a demon. oh, and that you’re in the underworld. supernatural au.

⟶ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: devil!namjoon x succubus!reader ft. devil!taehyung

⟶ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst • fluff • smut

⟶ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 17.5k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: just a light pre-warning, there’s a LOT of smut in this. Like,,, a lOT

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: dom!namjoon, possessive!namjoon, sub!reader, teasing, fingering, pussy slapping, dirty talk, collaring, bondage, namjoon has a big demon cock xxx, heavy bdsm elements, bdsm master/slave dynamics, spanking, degradation, praise, spitting, rough sex, doggy style/leapfrog position, squirting, creampie, cum play, cum swallowing, pussy eating, slight overstimulation, cum eating, blowjob, deepthroating, cockwarming but in a throat (does that make sense), riding, soft romantic sex yeehaw. may contain an abusive relationship. please do not read if the mentioned warnings trigger you

⟶ 𝑎/𝑛: this wasn’t actually supposed to be a two shot hnnnn but I wrote 4/9 scenes planned and it hit 17.5k and i was like 𝘺𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴,, gotta cut it. so anyway, here is part one! i hope you enjoy it!!

⇥ part of the KSmutClub Monster Smash halloween project

⏤ Part I | Part II | Part III ⇥ incomplete

The slapping of feet echoes through the air as you dart through the unfamiliar streets. Lungs burning for oxygen, you gasp. You refuse to stop. Even though your muscles strain against your skin, the flesh prickling with heat as you push them towards exertion, you refuse to stop. You can’t stop. If you do, they’ll get you. So you keep running. The need to look behind consumes you - to see if they’re still following you. You shouldn’t. You know you shouldn’t. It would be a huge mistake - but you can’t help it.

Against your better judgement, you turn your head around, eyes widening when you see that they’re still chasing you - and closing the distance between you and them quickly. Your heart thunders in your ears; fear coursing through your veins. They’ll catch you soon. The turn of your head causes you to stumble slightly, and the world tilts as you find yourself falling.

Quickly, you catch yourself, your steps faltering only for a brief moment as you skid, your feet scraping the ground. You hiss as pain flares along your soles - but ignore it. In the split second that you stumble, they advance closer towards you. The hair on the back of your neck stands on edge as you feel one of their clawed hands brush against it. Whimpering, you force your feet to move faster. There’s absolutely no way you can stop now - even if your lungs burn from the lack of oxygen, even if your chest aches, and even if the muscles of your legs cry out for relief. If they get you, you’ll be far worse off.

You turn around a corner, narrowly missing one of their grasping hands and immediately stop, large, obsidian gates ahead of you. Relief rushes through you, and you flood with a sudden surge of energy. Using the newfound momentum, you force your legs to run faster before bursting through the gates. Once inside, you struggle to close them: the gates impossibly heavy. When they refuse to budge, your heart drops in your chest. Swiftly, you look up and see the demons that were chasing you. They’re only a few feet away. You let out a terrified sob, falling to the floor before hurriedly crawling away. Immediately, your eyes screw shut. Every single one of your muscles erratically quivers with fear.

They’ve got you.

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#always no.1 in our hearts ♡

Countdown to International Yoongi Day™

↪D-6: His funky little moves

Countdown to International Yoongi Day™

↪Day 2: His gorgeous visuals

Summary: You were not expecting to walk into the dorm and see your boyfriend lying on the kitchen island naked and covered in butter. It’s a very welcome surprise for you. It’s less of a welcome surprise for Namjoon, who gets to open the door, see you licking Jin’s entire body, and immediately wish it was him on the counter instead. Pairing: Jin x Yn, featuring Namjoon Words: 4.7k Genre: Smut Warnings: threesome, Jimin throws butter at Jin, Namjoon eavesdrops (but who wouldn’t in his situation), it’s been a month since yn and Jin have been able to fuck, food play (sort of), Jin and Namjoon are in the Kim line so obviously big dick warning, anal sex male receiving, oral sex all three of them receiving, overstimulation, i think that’s all?

The boys have been super busy recently. With the release of Butter, the various performances, and the McDonald’s x BTS meal, they’ve had a full schedule. Their days off are few and far between, and they spent the last three in America. You have not seen your boyfriend, Jin, in a while. Needless to say, you missed him — a lot. You were extremely excited when you found out they were spending their next few days off in South Korea… and that Jin wanted to spend one of those days with you and you alone. 

Jin missed you too, and in more ways than one. He wouldn’t lie: a month or so without seeing you made him sad, yes, but it also meant that he was extremely horny. Jerking off by himself in a hotel room was not nearly as satisfying as fucking you into the bed in the same hotel room would have been. He invited you over in the hopes that maybe, maybe, he would be able to finally get the release he’d been craving. Yeah, he would be cool with just hanging out — he did miss you — but when was the last time you’d had sex? Too long ago. 

He wanted to do something different this time. Not that sex with you was boring, but it was good to spice things up every once in a while. He had about an hour to come up with something and prepare it since he’d texted you asking to come a little bit earlier than planned (with a change of clothes). 

He had no ideas. 

“Smooth like butter, pull you in like no other. Hey, Jin, what’s up?” Jimin strolled into the kitchen, singing, a huge smile on his face. 

Correction: Jin had an idea. 

“Nothing much. Do we have any butter? I need some help with something.” Jin said, opening the fridge. 

You don’t know what you were expecting to see when you walked into the dorm. Someone cooking, the others watching a movie? Maybe. Everyone passed out in various places in the living room? That seemed equally likely. Jin laying on the kitchen island, completely naked and… shiny? No. That wasn’t even on the list of things you were expecting to see. It was very confusing, but also very, very sexy. 

“Hey, babe.”

“Why are you so shiny…?”

“I’m covered in butter.”

“Why do you have so much butter?”

“When you live in a dorm of seven people, you run out of butter easily. Therefore, we buy in bulk.”

“When did you have time to do this?”

“Started about an hour ago, finished a few minutes before you arrived. Jimin helped.”

“Babe, where is everyone?” That was what confused you most. There was usually at least one other member in the dorm when you came over. It made having sex awkward sometimes when Yoongi was there, and you had to kick him out of the room, but you were still used to knowing there’d be someone else there. The dorm was eerily quiet today, though.

“I kicked them out and said they could come back when we’re done.” He said, winking. You blushed, getting a little bit flustered. You had a feeling it’d be a few hours before they were allowed back into the dorm. 

“Okay, but where are they?”

“No idea. I said I’d text them when they could come back, but other than that, they just disappeared to who knows where.” 

You shrugged and walked towards him. It was enough of an answer, and you were too turned on to want to know more. He sits up and places his hands on your hips as you reach to touch him.

You ran your hands over his body, contemplating how to begin. He shivers a bit under your touch but leans into you when you brush over his abs. You lick your lips, and an idea pops into your head. You lean forward and lick Jin’s neck, and he moans. Loudly. 

You push him down onto the counter, and he chuckles at your eagerness. You’re licking your way down his body, his back arching under your tongue when the door opens.

Namjoon was disoriented. Jimin pulled him out of his room, saying something about running out of butter, and could he go buy some more, please? Thank you. He got into his car and drove to the store, buying butter and some other snacks for the next few days. He goes home, having some work to do, and is fumbling for his keys when he hears something that sounds like a faint moan through the door. Pausing, he presses his ear to the door. Yeah, that’s someone moaning, alright. Someone that sounds very much like Jin. 

He opens the door, wary of what he’s about to see, and is greeted by the sight of you licking Jin. He’s lying on the island, back arched and eyes closed, moaning very loudly. You’re not even sucking him off or anything; you’re just licking his chest. Clearly, Jin had missed you.

He looks around to see if he can distract himself. He spots some empty butter wrappers that didn’t quite get into the trash and connects the dots — food play. Of course. That was Jin’s specialty. Jin used to have sex with the members before he met you (they all did, and still do sometimes), and Namjoon knew very well what he was like in bed. He wondered how exactly Jin got all of that butter on his body. Thinking back to his conversation with Jimin, he figured that Jimin helped Jin out, or he just noticed whatever was going on. For all he knew, Jin had filled the bathtub with melted butter and rolled in it. 

The distraction failed. He was hard. He couldn’t help it; the scene in front of him was pretty hot. 

You see Namjoon before Jin does. Taking a glance at him, you can tell that the blush creeping up his neck is caused by none other than his very obvious erection. You grin, making a point of licking Jin slowly, lingering at his stomach. He moans even louder, opening his eyes to look at you, and then he sees Namjoon. He bolts up, making sure not to hit you in the face accidentally. 

“Why the hell are you here?? I told everyone to stay away until I said to come back.”

“I clearly missed that because no one told me this.” 

“Okay then. Why do you have so much butter?”

“Why are you covered in butter?”

“Touché. Please leave though, we’re. Uh. Busy.”

“Babe, what if he joins us?”

They both pause and look at you. Namjoon seems stunned, and Jin is slightly puzzled, but neither of them looks completely turned off by the idea. 

Jin looks like he’s about to say something when Namjoon says, “I can go if you two want some privacy.”

Jin thinks for a second, and Namjoon begins to open the door. 

“No. You can stay. If you don’t want to participate, then put on some headphones; we don’t intend on being quiet.”

You blush again, and Namjoon looks flustered. He closes the door, and Jin smirks, reaching for another thing of butter. 

“Before you open that, please don’t put it everywhere. It feels a little weird to do that.”

“Alright. Neck, chest, and dick, how does that sound?”

“Damn. Straight to the point. Okay then.”

You and Jin are both grateful that Namjoon doesn’t want to be covered completely. You,  because you do not want to lick another guy’s feet. It’s one thing when it’s your boyfriend, even then it’s a bit weird for you, but it’s another when it’s your boyfriend’s roommate whose feet you don’t want to lick. Jin, because he’s hard as fuck and does not want to spend a lot of time that he could spend fucking you covering another person in butter. 

Once Namjoon is buttered up, you start on him. He gasps when your mouth meets his neck, continuing to make soft sounds of pleasure as you make your way to his chest. He’s not nearly as loud as Jin was, but Jin really likes your tongue. 

Speaking of Jin, your boyfriend is sitting on a nearby barstool and lazily stroking himself. He had to admit; it was pretty hot watching this. 

“Suck him off.”

You freeze, Namjoon tensing next to you. Did you hear him correctly?

“What?” you both stammer, eyes widening. Jin chuckles.

“You heard me. Unless, of course, you don’t want to, Joon?”

Namjoon gulps, nodding. “I’m okay with it if she is.”

They turn to you as you nod in agreement. 

“Good. Yn. Suck.”

And so you do. Namjoon sits at the edge of the counter, watching you with wide eyes as you take him deeper. He lets out a moan when you dip your tongue into his slit, head falling back and eyes closing. He threads his fingers into your hair, anchoring himself as he gets closer. 

“Your mouth is so warm… oh my god. Fuck… F u c k-” Namjoon moans, pulling you closer. 

Fairly soon, he’s rocking into your mouth when you choke. He lets you go, worrying that you’re hurt. Jin gets up and steps forward, worrying as well. When they see that you’re fine, Jin guides you back onto Namjoon’s dick. He slowly enters you from behind, wanting to pleasure you. He fucks you hard and slow, angling his hips to hit deep inside you. Namjoon cums down your throat with a low groan a few minutes later. You’re surprised that your jaw doesn’t ache when you ease off of him. 

Oh, you forgot to mention. Both of them are huge. 

Jin’s close. He’s almost there, just a few more thrusts, and he’d fly off the edge, spilling into you. It’s a bit surprising how close he is; he started fucking you after you began to suck Namjoon’s dick. In his defense, though, he really likes your ass. 

“Yn… Fuck, you’re so tight… I’m g-gonna. I’m. I’m cu-umming yn-” he groans, stilling as he fills you. You follow him a few seconds later, your orgasm surprising you, but the squeezing of your cunt is a bit much for Jin, who’s pulling out of you because of overstimulation. 

After a few moments, Jin spins you around and picks you up, placing you on the counter. He drops to his knees and pretty much shoves his face between your legs, tongue flicking against your clit before you can figure out what’s going on. Namjoon moves away to give you some room, already beginning to grow hard again. 

“Babe, what are you-” you start before he wraps those full, plump lips around your clit and sucks. Hard. Your head lolls back, a moan escaping your lips. Despite the slight discomfort of overstimulation, it feels amazing. He eases off of your clit to focus on fingering you, his cum spilling out a little bit before he pushes it back in. He fingers you for a bit before licking slowly up your slit. Namjoon tries not to laugh. It seems like Jin still held his “the messier, the better” philosophy for kitchen sex. 

“Honestly, the butter that Jimin threw at me tasted better than my cum. But even that didn’t taste nearly as good as yours, babe…” Jin rasps, voice low and sexy, burying his face back between your legs and vigorously eating you out. His nose bumps into your clit a few times as his tongue licks up your folds, and he moans quietly when your legs squeeze around his head. 

If you weren’t so distracted by the pleasure, you’d be pretty turned off by the idea of Jimin throwing butter at Jin. That seemed weird but also very on-brand for the two of them. It was also… an unusual subject to talk about during sex. 

The sight of Jin’s cum spilling out of you as he eats you out is too much for Namjoon. He’s about to burst, can feel his high approaching as he jerks off, when Jin gestures to get behind him. 

When Namjoon just stands there, he pulls away from you and says, “Joonie. Get behind me and fuck me. Please.”

Well, how could he say no to that?

Jin, satisfied when he sees Namjoon walk towards him, buries his face in you again and focuses his attention back on your clit. You feel yourself getting close and don’t know how much longer you’ll last. 

Namjoon rubs at Jin’s asshole for a few seconds before grabbing another stick of butter (seriously, how had you not run out again?) and using it as lube. Jin moans into you when he feels a finger cautiously enter him, Namjoon beginning to snap his wrist as Jin gets louder. He soon replaces his fingers with his dick, slowly opening up Jin and making him pause in his licking of your clit. You whine, and he rubs your thigh gently, choking when the head of Namjoon’s dick is fully inside, beginning to moan again as he’s stretched out. 

Once Namjoon is entirely inside him, Jin moves to your center again. He eats you out with even more passion than before, determined to make you cum. He pauses for a second when Namjoon begins to thrust, groaning loudly before wrapping his lips around your clit. You reach to push his hair out of his eyes, barely suppressing a moan when you catch the look in his eyes. 

It’s no secret that Jin can easily get off while pleasuring you. It turns him on to no end, and sometimes he gets so hard doing it that his dick feels like it’s on fire. But today, he looks absolutely ravenous. The things that a month without sex can do to a person… 

His moans send vibrations through you, tipping you over the edge as you grind on his face. You reach your climax with a loud, keening whine, getting your arousal all over Jin’s face. But he doesn’t mind; if nothing, he moans even louder as you grind against his tongue. You push him away when the overstimulation gets to be too much, and he reluctantly lets you go. 

He and Namjoon readjust so that Jin is gripping the counter, legs spread wide so that Namjoon can fuck him deeper. You’re gaining your bearings as you see Jin throw his head back with a roar, Namjoon having found a very pleasurable angle. You step down from the counter, the two men wondering where you’re going, when you kneel against the wall and motion for them to come over. Namjoon picks up Jin (who only barely protests because Namjoon is still inside him) and puts him down in front of you. Your throat is going to hate you after today, you think, as you lick Jin’s cock and begin to suck on his tip.

“FUCK. Don’t stop, please don’t stop. Fuck. Fuck fuck fu-uck. Oh my god, that feels so-o good… Yeah, right there, keep fucking me there... faster, faster oh FUCK,” Jin moans, incoherent sounds tumbling from his mouth as he begins to lose himself. The sounds of his pleasure go straight to your center, and you reach out to cup his balls, loving the way he whimpers and how his knees buckle slightly as you squeeze a little bit. 

“Damn, you’re tight, Jin. When was the last time you did this?” Namjoon breathes, getting a loud and desperate moan in response. You take Jin into your mouth and he starts fucking your throat gently, but Namjoon’s thrusts only push him further into you. 

You can tell he’s close when his soft curses and moans don’t even sound like words anymore, his pleasured whines taking over and making him lose all capability of speech. You hollow your cheeks around him, and he growls. He thrusts even harder before his hips are stuttering, and he’s panting, then tensing right before he cums down your throat. 

Namjoon isn’t too far behind, thrusting three times before spilling into Jin with a loud groan. There’s a moment where you’re all in that position, Jin and Namjoon trying to catch their breath, and then you’re nudging at Jin’s legs so he can step back and let you stand up. Once he does, you attach yourself to him, kissing him deeply and gently grinding on his thigh. He brings you to the counter and sits on the edge, his cock stirring already. You take him in your hands and begin to stroke him, wiggling your ass a bit for Namjoon, who’s still standing near the wall. You put your mouth around Jin and almost immediately take him completely in your mouth, his eyes rolling back from the sudden pleasure. 

You hear Namjoon curse lowly behind you before stepping forward and placing a hand on your ass, squeezing before he takes his dick in his hand again. He lines himself with your entrance, running his tip along your folds and coating himself in your arousal. When he finally enters you, you moan around Jin’s dick, grabbing the counter in an effort to anchor yourself. The vibrations feel incredible to Jin, who accidentally bucks into your mouth. 

“Fuck, babe, you feel so good,” Jin moans, brushing your hair out of your eyes. 

“How are you so fucking tight-” groans Namjoon, putting a little more force into his thrusts. You moan again, and Jin nearly loses it, hips lifting a little bit. 

It’s only a few minutes later when your movements send Jin through another orgasm, cumming down your throat again and triggering your climax. Namjoon is so close, almost there, and is about to pull out and cum on your back when you push back against him, fucking yourself on his cock. Instead of pulling out, his gaze darkens, and he tightens his hold on your hips before pounding hard. He cums a few moments later, slumping over and resting his forehead on your back. 

It’s a surprise to you that you’re still horny, despite having cum three times already. Honestly, a month without sex is not something you and Jin should do again. You’re both going to be so sore tomorrow, as will Namjoon. Speaking of Namjoon…

“Fuck your cum deeper into her. I want to watch.” Jin says, watching Namjoon slip out. You look up at your boyfriend, his eyes hooded as he looks at the two of you.

Namjoon looks stunned. “Really?”

“You’re not some random guy I met at the mall, and she’s on birth control. It’s not like we’re worried she’ll get pregnant.” 

Namjoon thinks about it for a second before nodding. You’re too fucked out to express your thoughts, but you are definitely okay with this new development. You flick your hand backward to tell Namjoon to go ahead when he’s ready, and it’s barely a minute before he’s pushing in again.

His thrusts are slow this time but still powerful, pulling out almost completely before going back in with a soft “thud” of skin on skin. 

“You look s-so good… my cum’s spilling out of you… it looks so hot,” Namjoon moans, speeding up his thrusts a bit. 

Your eyes are closed from the pleasure, head tilted forwards to rest on the counter between Jin’s thighs. Your moans sound so good to Jin, who’s almost ready for another go. Just almost. 

“Babe, you look so pretty. Looking so good with another guy fucking you. If only you could see yourself, it’s so hot,” Jin trails off with a moan, slowly stroking himself. He flicks his thumb over his slit and hisses, going faster when you look up again and watch him, eyes glazed. 

He watches for a bit and then speeds up his strokes, tightening his grip before he’s cumming on your face. He moans at the sight, sliding off the counter and kneeling to kiss you. You grip onto his shoulders, holding tighter when Namjoon hitches your hips higher and pounds your g-spot. It takes a few seconds to register that Jin has stopped kissing you and is now licking his cum off of your face. It just turns you on more, especially when he kisses you again, and you can taste him on his tongue. 

Jin’s kisses send you into another orgasm, this one lasting longer than the last, while you hold tight to his shoulders and kiss him until you can barely breathe. The clenching of your cunt is too much for Namjoon, who spills into you again with a deep groan. 

“Do you want any water?” Jin asks you, turning to Namjoon when you nod. He goes and gets three glasses of water, coming back to see Namjoon rubbing your back. You’re a little sore from being bent over so much. 

But not so sore that you’re completely finished with the two of them. 

Once you finish your glass of water and put it in the sink, the two men following you to do the same, you turn to them and drag them back to the island. 

You pull Namjoon close and suck on his neck, rubbing at Jin’s crotch in an effort to get them both hard again. It works. The only downside is that Namjoon’s neck is now covered in marks, and the makeup team is not going to have a fun time with them if they’re still there by the time the break is over. After all, they already have a grudge against you for the amount of work they have to do on Jin after you get your hands (and teeth) on him. 

Whatever. You’re getting what you want, and what you want is another orgasm. 

Namjoon is seated on a barstool as Jin slowly enters you. You’re on the island again, legs wrapped around Jin’s waist, arms around his neck. He presses a fleeting kiss to your forehead and bottoms out before sighing shakily. You’re starting to get sore, so you have to wait a bit to adjust, but Jin can barely contain himself. The multiple orgasms have made you really tight, and it’s taking all of his control to not pin you to the counter and pound into you.

“Babe, let me know when I can move,” Jin whispers, kissing along your right collarbone down to your breast. He takes your nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking a little bit, and you sigh in contentment. It’s oddly intimate in contrast to everything you two just did with Namjoon, but you like it. You feel full, and Jin is paying a lot of attention to you. He moves to your left breast, repeating his motions, gently grinding into you when you arch your back. 

“Please, baby-” Jin chokes out when you clench a little bit. He grips your waist, pressing gentle but quick kisses to your neck. 

“Jinnie, fuck me, please,” you whine, and he pulls out halfway before he snaps his hips into you. 

“Good girl. Damn, you’re so tight. You feel so fucking good around my cock,” Jin moans, face buried in your neck. 

The wet sounds of Jin thrusting combined with the slick sounds of Namjoon jerking off are almost too much. You turn to Namjoon and see him looking so turned on, eyes hooded and lips parted. You dig your fingertips into Jin’s shoulders before dragging them down his back, and he groans loudly before kissing you. You continue to touch Jin, hands all over his body, and he fucks you even faster. He lifts your legs to thrust deeper, eventually hooking them over his shoulders and bending you nearly in half. You reach up to him again, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging. He moans softly, kissing you again. 

Namjoon curses lowly, and you hear him speed up. Wanting to give him a show, you try to meet Jin’s thrusts, which only makes Jin tighten his hold on your calves. It’s enough for Namjoon, though, because soon enough, you hear him groan and look towards him to see his cum on his toned stomach. Jin’s been looking too, speeding up his thrusts and pounding deep into you. His moans get louder and deeper, panting as he bends you almost in half, so close to his release. 

“Jin, faster, please. Oh shit, shit shit shit… You’re so deep, fuck! Faster, faster please Jinnie,” you moan, leaning up to kiss him again. Jin lets out a strangled, broken moan as you break apart and somehow gets even deeper inside you. He almost throws his head back in pleasure, practically jackhammering into you now. 

Your orgasm surprises you, creeping up without you noticing. You’re practically thrown off the edge of bliss, your climax almost obliterating you as you clench hard around Jin’s dick. His knees buckle, and he buries his face in your chest, moaning loudly.

“Fuck, baby… oh fuck, you feel so fucking good-” he whines, kissing along your collarbone to your neck. He sucks a hickey against that one spot on your neck and then almost lunges towards your lips, kissing you wildly. He thrusts two more times before stilling, a groan resonating from deep in his chest as he cums. It lasts so long, and you’re surprised it hasn’t started spilling out of you yet. His lips find yours, kissing you gently this time, his hand reaching from your legs to wrap around your torso. 

“Damn.” That word pierces the minute of silence as Namjoon stares at the both of you. You two break apart, and Jin tries to stifle a laugh because Namjoon’s eyes look like they’re about to pop out of their sockets. 

“That was… Wow,” you say, trying to slide off the counter, “uh oh. I can’t move my legs.”

“Let me help you, babe,” Jin says, helping you steady yourself before sitting you on one of the barstools. He goes in the direction of the bathroom and emerges with three wet washcloths and helps you clean up, handing one of the towels to Namjoon and setting the other on the counter. 

The cleaning is quiet; all of you focused on getting the random butter and cum stains off the counter (and, for some reason, the wall). Once it's over and everything’s put away, Jin giving you his sweatshirt and a pair of shorts to wear before you shower, you three sit on the couch and sigh in relief. Yes, it was pretty fucking (no pun intended) fantastic sex, but you’re tired. 

“Namjoon,” Jin says, turning to the younger man while putting his arm around you.

“Yeah?” 

“This should probably go without saying, but not a word to the others about this. Got it?”

“Got it. I don’t think they’d want to know anyway.” 

Jin chuckles, and you snuggle closer to him. You usually spend the hour after sex cuddling, and this was no exception. 

“Maybe he can join us again sometime, babe?” you lean up to whisper to Jin, and he grins.

“Hey, Joon.”

“Yeah?” Namjoon looks up from the book he’d begun reading. 

“How would you like to join us again sometime?”

The book falls to the floor as Namjoon stares blankly at the both of you, and you and Jin start laughing. His mouth gapes a little like a fish for a few seconds before he says, “Are… Are you sure? I mean, it was fucking hot but are you sure?”

“Would we be asking if we weren’t sure?”

“Fair point, I guess. I mean, sure? It sounds like fun,” Namjoon shrugs, picking up his book from where it had fallen on the floor. 

“Cool, sounds good. We’ll let you know if we want to… spice things up again,” you say, winking at Namjoon, who promptly drops his book again. That poor book… 

“Alright, now that that’s settled. Namjoon, I hate to kick you out of the apartment again, but could you maybe come back in about two hours? We’re going to be a little busy.” Jin says, getting up from the couch (and taking you with him, since you’re attached to his arm like a koala).

“Oh my god already?”

Jin gives him a look, “it’s been a month, Namjoon. We have stuff to catch up on after we take a nap.” 

Namjoon laughs and picks up his book again. 

“Okay, okay, I’ll get out of your hair. You two have fun, don’t get hurt, and use protection. Or, I guess not, since we didn’t… You know what? I’m going to head out.” Namjoon says, flustered and backing towards the door. 

Once he leaves, Jin picks you up and carries you to his bedroom, peppering kisses on your face the entire way there. You two were going to have a lot more fun later. 

Part one of ??? Genre: Smut, fluff Summary: BTS does a lot of advertising campaigns. The stylist team works their asses off making sure they look perfect for said advertising campaigns. As a member of the makeup team, you’re involved in it too. Makeup preparation is easy: a member sits down in front of a mirror, you do their makeup and fuss about how they ate and got crumbs all over their mouth, they go take pictures. But now they’re doing a campaign with Calvin Klein. As in, there are three days of people taking photos of BTS wearing almost nothing. Three days where you have to do their makeup on the rest of their bodies, not just their faces. Your heart, with its not-so-small crush on Jin, will probably explode by the second day. Pairing: Jin x yn (female reader) Warnings: big dick!Jin (of course), oral m receiving, no condom (use protection y’all!), minimal biting but like it’s still there, facefucking? is that the word?, i think that’s it Author’s note: YALL IT’S FINALLY HERE! Uh so this is going to be multiple chapters, I had an idea so I wanted to make it a two shot but I think it’s going to be longer than that. I’ve been somewhat busy with going back to school so things are going to be a little spaced out (when have they not) but part two will be here before November! Word count: 6k (6969 if we’re being exact lol)

“Seokjin-ssi, why are you not ready??? Your shoot is in less than twenty minutes!” shouts the head stylist. 

You turn from where you’re finishing Namjoon’s makeup and see that Jin is sitting in a chair, playing on his phone. Again. And still fully clothed. It still feels weird to you, knowing that in this shoot, they’re going to be wearing next to nothing. But you know that you won’t see them. The shoot is in another room, and there’s no reason for you to go in that room. Especially when you’ll be busy with makeup. 

“I think Sunhi can do your makeup, she just finished her break,” you say, turning back to Namjoon. You hear Jin walking to the other side of the room, and continue with your work. 

About an hour later, you’re frantically running around, trying to find Jungkook. He’s disappeared again, probably messing around in the shooting room. This is why you are sprinting, makeup brushes in hand, towards the room with the cameras. Yes, the room where there’s likely at least one member in only boxers. You’ve forgotten this in your frenzy.

You throw open the door and scream, “JEON JUNGKOOK WHERE ARE YOU?”

The room falls silent except for the sound of a single camera shutter. All eyes turn towards you and you burn a bright red.

“There’s no Jungkook here, I think,” says Jin, chuckling. And all you can do is blush harder while trying not to notice that he’s almost completely naked. You mumble a short apology and exit, the doors closing behind you. Your search for Jungkook is not complete, but it can be paused for catching your breath. And for trying to erase the image of Jin from your mind. 

But it’s been burned there. His smooth, caramel-colored skin. The broadness of his shoulders. The hard lines of his abs and his chest. Yeah… that’s not leaving any time soon. Regardless, you go back to searching for Jungkook. 

The thing is you like Jin. And you’re definitely out of his league - why would he date a member of the stylist team when he could date another idol? But he’s always been the member you’ve felt closest to, if you could call it that. Your relationship with the group is strictly professional, but that doesn’t stop everyone from joking around and having fun behind the scenes. And they’re all great people, but you can’t help but feel some sort of attraction towards Jin. It’s not just that he’s funny and kind, but he’s so caring towards everybody. Not to mention how handsome he is… 

So seeing him in nothing but Calvin Klein boxers is going to stick in your head for possibly the rest of your life. Especially since it’s an advertising campaign and the pictures will be EVERYWHERE until the next set of Calvin Klein or BTS advertisements, whichever comes first. The whole preparation thing will take a while, so the photo shoot will last four days. Four days of seeing the members, now most notably Jin, walking around shirtless for most of the day. Four days of daily panic because oh my god. Even when the campaign is over, when the ads come down, you’re still going to see the pictures everywhere. Those things don’t disappear into the void after a few weeks, they stay around forever. 

It’s been ten minutes and you can’t find Jungkook. You head back to your workstation and there he is, giggling while hiding behind Namjoon.

“Ya, Jungkook-ssi, where were you? I need to do your ma-”

“I already did it while you were looking for him, it’s all good. When the entire group has finished their solo shots, they’re going to be doing a group thing, so I need you to help me fix some of the others’ makeup. Honestly, why is it so easy to melt makeup with studio lights…” the head stylist, Hyejin, sighs, walking over to you. 

“Okay, which members? I might as well get a head start now,” you say, beginning to arrange your brushes.

“Just one member, I’ve assigned Sunhi and Jiyoo to Jimin and Hoseok. You’ll be doing Seokjin’s makeup,” she explains, and you freeze for a second. Jin. Jin’s makeup. Oh no. 

“Cool, I’ll go find him,” you say, trying to hide your internal panic, and Hyejin nods, walking away. Fortunately, Jungkook and Namjoon are gone and can’t see you panicking as you gather your supplies. You’re pretty sure everyone on the stylist team knows about your crush on Jin, partly because you made the mistake of telling Jiyoo who can’t keep her mouth shut, and partly because you’re not the most subtle person. Hyejin is the type of person to know more than she lets on and usually makes assignments happen based on what she sees around her. A few years ago, when Sunhi had a crush on Taehyung, Hyejin kept assigning her to work with him until one day Sunhi walked into the breakroom and announced that she now liked a barista at the Starbucks near her house. She suddenly had fewer assignments with Taehyung. 

...So of course Hyejin would have you do Jin’s makeup when he’s half-naked. 

Fortunately for you and your imagination, by the time you find Jin, he has put on a shirt and jeans. Unfortunately for you, and your imagination, those clothes were probably going to have to come off for you to finish your work. 

You both stare awkwardly at each other. You didn’t know about Jin, but you were thinking about the encounter from earlier. How he’d been just sitting in a chair, legs spread slightly, leaning slightly forward, wearing practically nothing… You don’t let your mind drift farther than that, a blush begins to creep up your neck and you look away.

“I’m uh. I’m here to freshen up your makeup,” you stutter, not meeting his gaze as you unpack your bag. He smiles softly, knowing exactly what you’d been thinking about, and begins to walk towards you. 

“Sounds good, do you want me to sit somewhere or should I just stand?” he asks, and you nod while pointing to a nearby chair. The other stylists weren’t the only ones who knew about your crush, most of the members knew but never said anything about it to you. This was not out of malice, they just figured it would be a lot less awkward if you didn’t know that they knew. 

Now, if they’d known that Jin liked you back, they would not have been quiet for so long. 

There are expectations for idols. You hear in news articles and breakroom gossip about celebrity relationships all the time, and they’re almost always between idol one and actor two. The one time you heard a rumor about an idol dating someone who isn’t famous was that rumor about Jungkook and his tattoo artist. You’ve met her, and you know the rumor wasn’t true, so you don’t count it. You’ve never heard of an idol dating someone on their stylist team. It might have happened, you wouldn’t rule it out, but someone on Jin’s scale was likely to never be in that position. So as much as you want to scream “Kim Seokjin, please fucking date me” from the top of a building while on international television when everyone (even your great-uncle Hubert!) is watching, you wouldn’t. And not just because most people confess their feelings in less extreme ways. 

Retouching the makeup on his face was fine. You’d done it a million times before. Retouching the makeup on the rest of his body was another story.

“I need you to uh. Um. I need you to take off your shirt,” you say, and then turn bright red. Jin smiles again and reaches to pull off the thin white shirt he’d slipped into between your encounters. Slowly, he lifts it over his head, your eyes following his hands from where they’d hovered slightly over his abs, up to his chest, and back up to his face when he drops the shirt on the floor. He knows what he’s doing.

You two stare at each other again, and something flashes across his face that you don’t recognize. You blink, remembering that you have to continue with his makeup, and turn to reach for your brushes. Jin lets out a small sigh, barely audible but you could still hear it, and you turn back to see him look a little bit disappointed. You’re one of the most oblivious people you know, so you’re confused as to what that was supposed to be. Nothing is said as you begin to brush bronzer on his torso, though. 

Being this close to each other is affecting you both. You can’t help but wonder what would have happened if you’d left your brushes in the other room and had to use your hands. You’d be able to touch him, something you’d never really done. Sure, you’d brushed his hair out of his face a few times, but that was far different from putting your hand directly on his chest. Little do you know that Jin is thinking the same thing, and he can barely contain himself. He didn’t know you liked him back and doesn’t want to overstep any boundaries by suggesting you use your hands, even though it’s killing him to be this close to you. 

Maybe it was your shaking hands, or maybe it was the way Jin was breathing, but you accidentally got some of the bronzer on his shoulder. It’s almost covered in it, and you’re not sure how all of it got there. You freeze, and then apologize and try to reach for a paper towel to wipe it off. But you forgot them in your workstation, and that is in a different room. 

“There’s a bathroom nearby, I can wipe it off in there maybe,” Jin suggests, and you nod. 

“I’m going with you though, you might accidentally wipe off some of the stuff that’s supposed to be there and we don’t want that happening,” you say, and he chuckles. 

As soon as you walk in, you grab a few paper towels and run one of them under the faucet. You start wiping at his shoulder, but the bronzer isn't coming off. Three bronzer-covered paper towels later, and it’s still there. 

“We’re going to be here a while… Got any fun stories?” you ask, while furiously scrubbing his shoulder. He winces, and you slow down a bit so you don’t hurt him.

“I have several,” he says and begins to talk. 

“So there’s this guy I know, he’s smart but he can make the dumbest choices. The other day I’m helping him water some plants and there’s this watering can he uses, right? He picks it up and the first thing I notice is all of the tape on the handle. I don’t think much of it at first, but then later the handle falls off. Apparently, it’s done that about a million times, and he decided to tape it instead of buying a new watering can.”

“...The guy is Namjoon, isn’t he?”

“Yeah, how did you know?”

You laugh, “He told me that same story this morning, said you yelled at him to get a new watering can.”

Jin laughed, looking over at you and smiling. You two hold each other’s gazes for a bit, but this time it’s a comfortable silence, and you find yourself leaning in. You two are an inch apart before you snap out of whatever trance you’re in and break away, both of you looking away awkwardly and Jin clearing his throat. You go back to his shoulder and concentrate on that instead of thinking about whatever just happened. 

“I have another story. Well, not really a story, but more of a need for advice,” Jin says hesitantly. You look back up at him and see that he’s looking at the mirror, a nervous glint in his eye. 

He swallows. “There’s another guy I know. Also makes a lot of dumb choices, and is oblivious to basically everything. But there’s this girl he really likes. He’s pretty sure she doesn’t like him, but his friends act like it’s the opposite. The girl in question? Damn, he thinks she’s perfect. She’s cute, she’s funny, she’s kind to him and makes him happy. He likes to think that they’re close, and wants to just ‘fess up and tell her how he feels. He’s nervous, like… really nervous. He doesn’t think she likes him, even though his instincts and observations are telling him otherwise. So he doesn’t tell her. But like I said, he makes a lot of dumb choices. One of those dumb choices is not telling her.”

You stopped paying attention to his shoulder the second he said “oblivious.” 

“And now he’s in a bit of an awkward spot with her, they’re still friends but these things just keep on happening. He really, really wants to tell her now. But he has no idea how she feels. Whether she’s looking at him like that because she genuinely likes him, or because this new situation is opening up another train of thought for her.”

“Jin-”

“Yn. I like you. So much. I get it if you don’t feel the same way. But honestly, being in this position,” he gestures to the limited space between you two, “is driving me crazy. Being this close to you is doing things to me that I don’t want to admit to, because if you don’t feel the same then I don’t want to ruin our friendship. But please tell me if you really like me back, or if this photoshoot is just messing with my head. I’ve noticed you staring at me on multiple occasions today, and I need to know if that’s because you have feelings or because I’ve been almost naked all day.”

You’re silent. And for the first time today, that silence is not from awkwardness, it’s from surprise. Jin likes you? You, the stylist who’s been trying to remove bronzer from his shoulder for ten minutes. The girl who forgets to bring necessary supplies when she’s flustered. The girl who’s gotten photoshoot times mixed up and sent him in two hours early on multiple occasions. Who threw open a door and screamed at the ten people in charge of taking pictures of him. He likes you back?

“Please say something. Anything,” he pleads, and you blink. You want to confess too, but you’re also holding seven wet paper towels and that’s an awkward thing to be doing.

“Jin. This is really… surprising,” you breathe.

“Okay, maybe not anything. Anything but that.”

“I didn’t mean that in a bad way. I’ve never said this because I was nervous about how you’d react, but I like you too. You’re the sweetest, kindest, funniest person I’ve ever met. It also goes without saying that you’re the most handsome person I’ve met too. Why would I think you felt the same about me? I’ve been staring at you all day because of my feelings, I think. I didn’t notice I was staring at you. The fact that you’ve been wearing next to nothing definitely does not help, my mind has been going to dangerous places that I’ve never let it wander to before,” you say, a little more confident now. You look back up at him, and he looks a little bit hopeful. 

“I like you, Jin.”

He smiles. And you find yourself leaning in again, this time on purpose, and he does too. The next thing you know, one hand is cupping your face, and the other is on your waist, pulling you towards him. You place your arms around his torso, your hands coming to rest on his shoulders. 

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, barely whispering as his lips brush your forehead. You nod, not trusting your voice to work. You are well aware that he’s still shirtless, and you have no idea how that will affect your voice. 

And then he’s kissing you. It’s a gentle kiss, his lips soft against yours and moving so sweetly. You both sigh in contentment, and you kiss him back, a little bit firmer. You break apart for a second to catch your breath, and then you pull him even closer and kiss him fiercely. He gasps a little bit, then kisses you back, moaning softly when you slip your tongue into his mouth. He lets you explore his mouth for a bit before beginning to suck on your tongue. He tastes so good and you pull him closer, earning a small whimper before he deepens the kiss. 

He walks you towards the wall, still kissing you, and traps you against it. You two break apart and you pull him closer, pushing your hips against his.

...he’s hard. Really hard.

“I wasn’t lying when I said being close to you was affecting me,” he gasps as you begin to grind on him, gently. 

“Oh, I definitely believe that,” you say, smirking. You slowly run your hands down his chest and he shivers a bit under your touch. His eyes close and he leans in again when your fingertips slide along the lines of his abs, he’s about to kiss you when you pull away.

“Your makeup is… well. It needs to be redone,” you say, a little bit breathless, “and you still have the photoshoot. We should head back out before anyone gets suspicious.” 

He sighs, hanging his head for a second, then looks back up, a glint in his eyes. 

“Or… we could just stay here and pretend the shoot doesn’t exist?”

“Nice try mister. I’ll probably be fired if you’re late and don’t have your makeup fixed. We can come back later…” you say, winking. He grins and leans in again. Before you can try to stop him (and save all that work you did on his lips…), his mouth is on yours and you’ve melted into his touch. His hands run down your back to your waist, sliding back up to your chest. He squeezes slightly and then moans when you kiss him harder, stepping forward and wrapping a leg around his hips. 

Your hands are all over each other, pulling each other close and he’s almost dry humping you at this point. You’ve never let yourself imagine what it would feel like to have him grinding on you, but now it’s happening and your brain is screaming. 

And then the door opens.

“What in the name of Jimin’s jams is going on here????” Sunhi yells, eyes wide as she takes in the scene in front of her. You don’t blame her, it would probably be weird if the situation were reversed and you found her with… anyone, honestly. 

Everyone is silent for a moment. And then you and Jin both start trying to explain. 

“Stop. Stop stop stop stOP! Both of you talking at once is a horrible idea seeing as I have no idea what either of you is saying. One at a time. Yn, you first,” Sunhi says, pointing at you. Your mind goes blank. 

“Uh. I. Uh. We were. Um. We just. Well.”

“Yn was helping me with a problem I had. As you can see,” Jin says, pointing at the tent in his pants, “this thing needs to go.”

Both you and Sunhi just stare at him. 

“What? It’s true! I can’t exactly take a photoshoot while I’m hard as a fucking rock.”

You both continue to stare at him. Sunhi face palms and sighs. 

“You know what? I don’t care. Hyejin asked me to find you so I’m assuming she needs you for something. You should hurry up with whatever this is. I’ll just tell her you’re still… doing makeup…” Sunhi says, already walking away.

“Okay as much as I would love to get rid of this, I get the feeling the moment is ruined,” Jin says as you step away from the wall. You nod and walk out of the bathroom.

“You coming?” 

He looks a little bit disappointed and nods. You chuckle and walk back to the room you’d been in before this all happened. Relieved to find that your tools hadn’t gotten up and walked away, you gather everything together to get back to work on Jin. His face needs a touch-up… or just an entire redo, seeing as you were unable to save all of that work you did. 

You turn around to see him leaning against the doorway, staring at you. He was checking you out, and you blush under his gaze. It was taking a lot to not drag him into the room and kiss him senseless. 

“So… about your makeup?” You begin, and he groans and follows you into the room. You get back to work as soon as he sits down, working twice as fast as you did last time. 

You finish with his face in record time, five minutes. Not that you were keeping score, but you beat Sunhi’s record for the third time this month. 

Hopefully this time you won’t accidentally spill something on Jin’s shoulder again, you’re running out of time. 

Your phone buzzes and you see that you have a text from Hyejin. There are only ten more minutes for you two to get back to the photo room. And you still have a LOT of work to do.

...and not just on his makeup. 

“Okay, no funny business this time. I’m in a time crunch to get you ready so we can’t. Uh. We can’t fuck or anything,” you say sternly, and he laughs.

“How the hell can you say that with a straight face?” 

“If you’re late I could get fired so…” you trail off.

“Good point, good point.”

“Okay now shut up and let me do your makeup.”

“Make me.”

And then the tension’s back. 

You didn’t realize just how strong you were until you pulled Jin out of his chair and dragged him to the bathroom. The door is barely locked before he has you pinned to the wall again, grinding against you and mouthing at your neck. His hands travel to your waist, pulling you closer to him. 

“Jin,” you begin to say, right as he finds your sweet spot and begins to suck on it. “Your makeup…” 

“What about it?” he blinks up at you before returning to your neck. 

“You’re going to ruin it again-” you gasp as his hands slid to your ass. 

“And? You might not need to fix it, this is an underwear ad after all. Maybe they’ll want a sort of fucked-out look, with messy makeup. This would be perfect,” he breathes, lips tracing your collarbone. You want to argue, but his erection is pressing against your thigh and you’re having a hard time ignoring it. 

“Then we’ll give them that,” you say, hands moving from his shoulders to his chest, then tracing the lines of his abs down to the V of his hips. He bites gently into your shoulder, grinding himself against you even harder. 

You push him away from you a bit and he whines. Eyes lidded, hands still on your body, breathing heavily, he looks so good. He tries to lean in again but you stop him. 

“Take these off,” you gesture to his pants, which he nearly tears off in eagerness. You step forward, pushing him towards the counter. You kneel, tugging at his boxers, prompting him to push them down. His cock springs up, almost hitting his stomach.

You gasp, staring at his dick. He’s huge. You had a feeling he was pretty big, both from when you accidentally barged into the photoshoot and from when he was grinding on you earlier. But you hadn’t anticipated just how fucking enormous he was. His cock is long and thick, the head almost purple from the lack of attention and dripping a little bit of precum already. 

“Something wrong?” he asks, noticing your hesitation. He reaches for you, stroking your hair as you look back up at him in awe. 

“No… other than this fucking tree,” you say. He laughs, probably because he’s never heard anyone call his dick a tree before. Though, you don’t know his sexual history. For all you know, everyone he’d ever slept with called it a tree before you got there. 

You hold the base of his cock carefully, almost afraid to touch him. You haven’t given a blowjob in a very long time, especially not to someone as big as Jin. You aren’t sure you’ll be able to fit him in your mouth, but you sure as hell are going to try. 

You squeeze him and he gasps, the hand on your head tangling in your hair. He needs something to hold on to, which does wonders for your confidence. You put your other hand around him, preparing yourself. You kiss his tip, licking it like you would a popsicle that’s too cold. And then you wrap your lips around the head, beginning to suck.

He moans softly, eyes closed and head tilting back, already enjoying himself. You take more of him into your mouth, and he gets louder with every inch. You’re about halfway down, your hands still a little ways to go, when you begin to move off. He looks down at you, wondering what you were doing, and you wink before licking him from the base to the tip. His breathing becomes shallow, especially when he catches sight of your hands. They’re pretty small compared to his dick, and he grips the counter with his free hand, looking back at you. His eyes widen and he looks down again, the size difference doing things to him. One of your hands moves to his waist, pushing him against the counter so you can balance better. It’s like he’s frozen, letting you move him wherever.

You grin and focus back on his dick. Taking him back in your mouth, you have almost all of his cock in your mouth when he hits the back of your throat. He groans, head tilting back again. You swallow around him and he gets even louder. You bob your head, breathing through your nose so you won’t choke. You’ve only tried deepthroating a few times, all of them turning unsuccessful when you forgot to breathe. This time, you were ready. 

The sounds of pleasure he is making go straight to your center, and you feel a wave of arousal go through you. Looking back up at him, he looks completely fucked out. His Adam’s apple bobs whenever he moans, neck and cheeks flushed from the pleasure. He feels your gaze and looks at you, moaning louder when he sees how far in your mouth he was. You pause and swallow again, and his eyes practically roll back into his head as he lets out a deep, guttural groan. He thrusts shallowly into your mouth when you swallow again, and you choke a little bit. 

“FUCK. Yn. Shit that was so hot,” he moans, the hand on your head going back to stroking your hair. You move off of him to catch your breath.

“Maybe warn me next time?” you chuckle, your voice a little bit hoarse. His eyes widen before he nods. 

You interrupt him before he can ask if you’re okay, saying, “You can fuck my mouth if you want, just ask first. We have to be quick though, I still need to fix your makeup.”

He whimpers, knees buckling a little bit. The thought of using your mouth to get himself off is getting to his head, and you smile. 

“Can I? I don’t want to hurt you, but that sounds so hot… Your mouth already feels amazing,” he asks, groaning a bit when you nod. You get up and move over to the wall, about to kneel again when he kisses you, hard. 

You hold his dick again, stroking him gently while he explores your mouth (with his tongue this time). He begins to moan again, and you take that as your cue to break the kiss. You drop to your knees and open your mouth. 

“Shit… We’re doing this, aren’t we? Fuck, okay. Pinch me if it’s too much, okay?” he says, a little bit breathless. You nod, leaning forward to lick him again, tongue digging into his slit a little bit. He lets out a loud moan, looking like he’s about to lose himself. He guides his cock into your mouth and begins to thrust. He’s gentle at first, but going a little bit rougher when your eyes meet. He is slowly falling apart, you could tell, especially when you begin to choke a bit. It isn’t the most comfortable feeling, but you could live with it for a few minutes. The pleasured look on his face and his loud, almost desperate moans are enough to keep you going. 

“Fu-uck… Oh fuck… Oh my god, you feel so good, yn.” His hand flies out to brace him against the wall as his thrusts speed up. He’s close, you can tell. He pulls out of your mouth, the hand that was in your hair moving to hold himself, squeezing a bit. 

You look up, confused. “Is everything okay?”

He nods, trying to catch his breath. He motions for you to get up, and you do, still confused. He kisses you again, more gentle than before, and you wrap your arms around his torso. 

“Is it okay if I fuck you? As amazing as it feels to be in your mouth, I’m pretty sure I’m going to indulge for too long if you keep sucking me off,” he asks the second you two break your kiss. Your eyes widen, but you still nod, excited at the prospect. 

“It’s already been a few minutes, we don’t have very long,” you say, beginning to take off your leggings. He nods, eyes following your hands until your pants are completely off. You aren’t wearing lingerie, as you hadn’t expected this whole thing to happen today, but his eyes are glued to you regardless. Your panties are pretty wet, and he looks like he’s going to choke because of the sight. He kisses you again, almost shoving his tongue down your throat, hands wildly roaming your body. 

You take off your panties, a little bit difficult because of the stickiness, and he slowly slips into you. Once his tip is buried in you, you both sigh shakily. He keeps moaning softly as he slowly sheathes himself into you, pausing every few seconds to let you adjust. You feel completely stuffed once he’s finally fully inside. At this point, both of you are moaning, his hands landing on your waist to hold you against the wall, chest pressed to yours. He feels so solid against you, and you trace the lines of his body distractedly. He shivers slightly under your touch. Still deeply kissing you, he lifts one of your legs, which you wrap around his waist. He feels even deeper than before (if that was possible). 

His lips release yours, albeit reluctantly, and you nudge him to let him know he can move. He began to thrust slowly, pulling out almost all the way before plunging back into you. You kiss his neck, careful not to bite him in case you can’t cover it up later. As you move up to his jaw, his thrusts speed up, and he moans loudly when you lick along his jawline. You begin to grind yourself against him, encouraging him to speed up. 

“Harder, please… Jin you feel so good… oh shit,” you moan, meeting his eyes. He goes even harder, hitting so deep inside you that you’re afraid he will split you in half. He’s panting heavily like he’s barely keeping control of himself. And he probably is. You don’t blame him, if you were riding him you would lose control easily. 

“Yn… you’re so tight, how are you so tight-” he says breathlessly, his words turning into a moan. You suddenly clench around him and he swears, loudly. He stills inside you and his head drops to your shoulder with a loud groan. You whine from the loss of movement, but stop when he looks back up at you.

“Do that again, please, it felt so good-” he practically begs, before you clench again and he bucks his hips into you. He picks up the rhythm again, snapping his hips into you, hard. His head drops back down to your shoulder. Small whimpers leave his lips as he thrusts, getting louder when you tighten around him. He adjusts himself, angling his hips in a way that feels so much deeper inside you. He hits that one spot and you feel weak, almost collapsing against him. He grins slightly, realizing what he found and then pounding against that one spot.

“Jin, please, faster… oh fuck,” you moan, grabbing onto his arms. At this point, it feels like he’s jackhammering into you, and you’re not sure if he can go any faster. But he’s been very full of surprises today. 

“Is that where you need me? I’ll go faster if you need me to, baby,” he says, now pounding you into the wall. 

Did he just call you baby? It’s strange. Something about that goes straight to your heart and just spreads throughout all of you, making you feel all warm and fuzzy. It’s a weird feeling compared to the burning lust that filled your entire body, but it feels good. 

His thrusts are becoming sloppy. It’s only a matter of time before he comes, and you’re surprised he lasted this long. And then you remember. You’re in a time crunch. Jin has a photoshoot. You still need time to fix his makeup, let alone clean up the mess you two are surely making. So you thrust forwards, the thud of skin on skin beginning to fill the room. Jin lifts his head to look at you again, eyes half-closed in a dazed state of pleasure. You clench especially tightly around him, wanting to help him get off faster, and he throws his head back with a deep growl. He leans forward again and bites into your neck, and you almost can’t take it anymore, all you want to do is cum. 

The desire to reach your climax is so great that you almost don’t hear Jin, “I-I’m close. Yn, I’m. I’m close. Oh shit. Fuck you feel so good.” 

He moves off of your neck, looking back at you. Your eyes meet, and his gaze darts to your mouth. His eyes travel back to yours, but you’re too focused on his lips. They seem so soft and pillowy, and all you want to do is kiss him. So you do. 

You lean towards him, and he seems to have the same idea as you because he leans in too. Your lips meet for only a second before he’s moaning again. You feel him thrust one last time and then he tenses. He crushes his mouth against yours and then spills into you with a long, drawn-out moan of your name. 

You haven’t had your orgasm yet, but you’re fairly close. It will be easy to get yourself off when Jin’s makeup is finished. He slips out of you, taking a step back to let you stand again. 

“Sorry, I meant to let you cum first,” he says sheepishly. “I got carried away…”

You smile and press a small kiss to his cheek. He pulls you into his arms and holds you, burying his face in your hair. 

“It’s okay, the goal was to get rid of your erection anyways. I can deal with myself later.”

“Are you sure? I can help you right now if you want. I don’t want to leave you hanging,” his eyes are wide as he looks down at you. You kiss him again, winding your fingers in his hair. He’s gentle with you, pulling you closer. You break away to catch your breath, still a little bit winded from how hard he was fucking you. 

“Jinnie, sweetie, I’m fine. I promise. If I need help, I’ll call you,” you say, winking. The tips of his ears flush pink and he kisses you again, but you can feel his smile. Never have you imagined being the one to cause the flustering, yet here you are. 

He lets you go and you both rush to put your clothes back on, knowing there’s even less time to get him ready. You’re about to unlock the door when someone knocks on it.

“Jin hyung?” says what sounds like Jungkook, but you can’t be entirely sure. “Are you in here? Yoongi hyung is looking for you. We have to go take pictures again I think.” 

You and Jin exchange a look, and as he opens his mouth to say something you press your hand over it to stop him. He looks confused but you have a plan, and he can’t be telling the other members he’s in here with you if that plan is going to work.

“No, Jungkook-ssi, it’s just me. If I find Seokjin I’ll send him to you and Yoongi, okay?” you call, glaring at Jin when he tries to move your hand. 

“Okay. Thanks, yn-noona.” Jungkook says, and you wait until you hear him walking away before letting go of Jin. 

“What was that for?!?” Jin half-yells, his eyes drilling holes into you. 

“I still need to fix your makeup, and if we send Jungkook on a wild goose chase trying to find you then we get more time.”

“Why couldn’t you have just said I’m in here with you? It’s Jungkook, he’s not going to know what we were doing, he’s oblivious to everything.”

“Because then he’d either wait around for you to come out or he’d tell someone else, who would likely be less oblivious and would know what we were doing. We’d both get in trouble with the second one,” you say. “I feel bad about lying to him but I also don’t want to get us in more trouble. It’s bad enough that your makeup isn’t done and it’s very clearly messed up, if someone figured out we were having sex then I could probably get fired.” 

“Sunhi saw us making out earlier, yn.”

Shit. You’d forgotten about that. Panic starts to fill you, every possible “what-if” scenario flashing through your head. If she told Hyejin or someone else, you could still get fired. 

You feel Jin’s hands on your shoulders. You look up at him and he kisses your forehead. “Yn. Don’t worry about it so much. If you get in trouble I’ll just tell them I asked you to help me. Sunhi saw how hard I was, trust me I’ve never seen anyone look at my dick for so long so shamelessly, she would probably believe me if I explained that I needed help again. And we don’t know if she told anyone. Plus, I’m pretty sure she’s slept with Taehyung on multiple occasions so she’s not exactly in a better situation.” 

“She slept with Taehyung?” you ask, bewildered. Sunhi? Really? You knew she liked him, you just didn’t know she’d compromise her job like that. Then again, you just did the same thing.

“That’s not the point, yn. The point is, you’re probably overreacting about people finding out. Take a few deep breaths and then let’s go back to the other room. You probably won’t need to fix much, it will only take a little bit.”

“All of the bronzer on your torso is smeared and blotchy, and there’s pink surrounding your mouth… I’m not sure how it managed to completely avoid your lips, it’s literally called lipstick? There’s a lot that needs to be fixed, Jin.”

“My handsomeness should make up for it,” he says, winking. You really shouldn’t be surprised that he’s making jokes right now, and giggle a little bit. 

You head out of the bathroom after checking that Jungkook isn’t lingering anywhere nearby. Gathering your tools, you go back to work on Jin’s makeup. He was right, it doesn’t take very long, and you’re almost done when he leans up and kisses your cheek.

“What’s this?” you ask, and he chuckles. 

“A thank you for the second-best orgasm of my life.”

“Only second? When was the first?”

“Later today, around 8 PM, if I’m lucky and you don’t have any plans. Do naengmyun and galbi sound good to you?” 

You blush and stammer out a yes. 

“Great! I’ll pick you up when today’s photos are over. Does 7:30 work?” he asks as you finish with his makeup. You nod and peck his forehead before standing back to admire your work.

He looks perfect. You didn’t think it was possible for him to get any more handsome, but he did, and you’re loving it. His legs are casually spread, one arm folded behind his head and the other on the armrest. He’s still not wearing a shirt and has since taken off his jeans, giving you a very indulgent view of his body. You can’t tear your eyes away from him, he’s just so effortlessly sexy. 

“So… how do I look?” he asks, noticing how your gaze travels up and down his body. 

“Amazing… you look absolutely fucking amazing…” you whisper, taking his hands and helping him get up. He grins and pulls you into his arms for a second before he has to go.

“Thanks, baby. I’ll see you tonight. After all, I still owe you an orgasm,” he murmurs, winking before he heads out. 

It stirs something inside you, and you’re left a little breathless as you watch him leave the room. Needless to say, you’re excited. 

Mi Casa

Eternal Moment

A/N: okay, wow it's my first time posting fanfic in BTS fandom. I hope you guys like it. Feel free to tell me how was it even if it is bad. I'm whipped for Seokjin in all honesty and I have some serious affinity to watching people wake u in the morning. So yeah... here it is.

Word Count: 691

Pairing: Seokjin x reader

Rating: 13+ (ig?)

Genre: Fluff, Romance

It's been a while since you've felt this way- out of the world peaceful but excessively warm. Actually way too warm for your liking. You try to open your eyes against the yellow rays of sun; the sheer white curtains doing a poor job in blocking the light. You try to raise your arms to place over your eyes so you can stop the path of these bloody rays, but are instantly met with the conclusion; you can't. Reason being the body of the male person pinning you to the soft mattress. His strong arm is draped over your petite waist and one leg tangled with yours locking you in place as if you'd run away the second he let go. In actuality, you'd like to stay right here, in this moment for eternity if you could but sadly the joys of eternity are not gifted to the human race.

Your eyes take in the beauty of the masterpiece that is right beside you. A sight to behold and cherished because of it being rare. If pure bliss had a visual, it would truly be this- you and him peaceful in this moment, a perfect moment. In fact you realize that you would enjoy waking up early more if you'd meet this sight every day. You cautiously strip your arm away from his hold to rake his smooth hair away from his face, reveling in the beauty of his resting ethereal features. His eyes that literally talks; currently clamped shut, smooth cheeks and lips molded in a pout. Those lips… those lips that have the power to drive you absolutely crazy, power to calm your racing mind, power to remove an unpleasant day from your memory.

Just looking at him makes you smile because really, when did you get so lucky? He stirs beside you, blinking his eyes slowly and twisting his mouth, ready to wake up from sweet dreams. His grip on your body loosens slightly but he returns to his position just seconds later. When he notices you staring at him his face breaks into a soft, shy smile. "Good morning" he whispers , voice dropped several octaves due to grogginess, "did you sleep well?" 

You sigh softly in affirmation, finding it difficult to talk at the moment. You wait for him to open his eyes completely and then move closer to him, slanting your lips to his soft ones. He responds by placing his hand at the small of your back, pulling your body flush against him. His actions dragged out due to him waking up just moments ago. It's like a drug, the more you take it your need for it increases.Your hands roam all over him; starting from his luscious hair to his neck to that sharp collarbone moving to rake his clothed shoulders. You feel yourself getting angry at the cotton shirt that is stopping you from your journey. You proceed to open the first button of that expensive piece of clothe when he breaks the kiss, panting lightly. He pins his forehead to yours, letting out a slight laugh. 

"Little feverish, aren't we?" He moves a wisp of hair that fell on your face during kissing ,behind your ear and strokes your jaw gently.

"Hm… was in the mood that's all." You sigh, biting your lips.

"Oh I just saw that." He raised his eyebrows. " Been neglecting you, haven't I?" 

"Stop that, Jin. Really." You sigh, playing with the collar of his shirt "You never neglect me. I just…" you look as he is trying hard not to laugh. "Can we just eat something? I'm starving." He burst out into laughter as you find your nook in his neck, brething in the morning scent of him. 

"Yeah we can. I'll make pancakes." but despite saying this both of you stay in your place, in each other's arms as you think that yes; joys of eternity are not gifted to human beings but thoroughly living in a moment makes it seems eternal and to you that is enough. To you the warmth of his arms, waking up to see him healthy,  happy; it was enough. 

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First Love | 05

Yoongi x reader | 18+ | college au | tattoo artist au | angst | fluff | swearing | fear of someone

Word: 2.1k

You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi

Chapter Index

You sit in silence, hands rubbing together as the loud chatter rings all around. You’re trying to calm your nerves, but you can’t keep calm. You don’t want to be here. You just want to go back to your dorm and lie in bed for the rest of your life. 

“Y/N?” a voice calls. You stand to your feet as an officer on the other side of the hall opens the door further. “You ready?” When you give a short nod, he says, “All right, follow me.” However, when you are hesitant to follow, he smiles reassuringly and in understanding. 

The chair creaks behind you. “You’ll be fine. I’ll be out here waiting for you,” Yoongi tells you, placing his hand on top of your head as he lightly pushes you towards the officer. 

Entering the small room, the officer closes the door behind him. “Now, Y/N, we believe we have found the suspect, but it’s always best to have the witness confirm. In a second, through this window”—the officer points at the large window that shows nothing but a wall with lines and numbers showing someone’s height—“six people are going to go in, and we are going to need you to identify which person is Mr. Walter. Just state the number you believe is Mr. Walter.” 

You nod in response, hearing a small, “send them in”, and a door opens from inside the room on the other side of the window. Six men walk in, all of similar height, build and complexion line up against the wall. When they turn to face you, your eyes immediately find Leo. He looks mad, even worse than yesterday. You don’t want to be here. You want to leave. 

“Y/N,” the officer begins, standing next to you, “Mr. Walter can’t see you, and when we throw him in jail, he’s going back home to spend time there since he violated the restraining order.” He smiles at you, making you feel a bit more at ease. 

“Number three,” you tell him, voice a bit shaky. 

Everything after that is a blur. The suspects disappear behind the door they came through, the officer is talking you through the following steps, you do some other things you don't remember, and you’re finally leaving the station. 

You stand outside the police station, taking in the biggest gasp of air and wiping away a few tears that fall. You’re done. You’re not going to see him again. That's what you want to believe. That's what you are hoping for. To never see the anger he had in his eyes, never to feel the fear you felt that night. 

There is a tap on the side of your head. Looking up, you see Yoongi standing next to you, eyes looking ahead. “Let's go,” he tells you, walking ahead towards the parking lot. 

You follow, feeling mentally exhausted as you get into the passenger seat. 

Turning the key, his car comes to life. Resting your head against the window, Yoongi puts the car in reverse and drives out of the police station parking lot. The two of you ride in silence, going down the familiar streets that lead towards the dorms where you can collapse into bed and sleep the day away. You might not even go to school tomorrow. As you get closer to the dormitory, Yoongi doesn’t stop. He continues down the street. 

You turn your head to look at him in confusion, but he keeps his eyes on the road and makes no side glance at you. “I’m hungry,” is all he says. After a few minutes of driving, he pulls into the parking lot of a small café. Finding a parking spot, and turning off the car, you follow Yoongi out of the vehicle and into the pastel blue building. 

When you enter, you are met with the instant smell of coffee and pancakes. The smell is so overwhelming it makes your stomach rumble, letting you know just how hungry you are. Inside the café is quite quant. Booths run along one side of the wall, chairs lining around the counter in the center. A few servers walk around, handing plates, picking them up and taking orders. 

You follow Yoongi as he takes a seat in an empty booth. You sit across from him as a waiter comes up and greets you. 

“Good morning,” he begins, pulling out a notepad and pen, “what would you like to drink?”

“Coffee,” Yoongi says, grabbing the menu from behind the ketchup bottle at the end of the table. 

The waiter jots it down, eyes meeting yours as he finishes writing. “Orange juice please,” you tell him, giving a small, exhausted smile. 

He nods, writing your order down before saying, “Will this be a separate check or together?”

You open your mouth to answer, but Yoongi beats you to it, “Together.” 

That catches you off guard, and it’s clearly evident on your face as you can hear the waiter clear his throat and tell Yoongi, “okay” before walking away. 

“Don’t argue,” he tells you, not even glancing up at you as he browses through the menu. 

You want to argue. Tell him that you can pay for yourself, but you don’t want to cause a scene, so you decide to not argue with him and to pay him back once you’re given the opportunity. You grab the menu, quickly looking through it for something that catches your eye the most. You take a mental note to pay Yoongi back. You hope you can remember to write it down when you get back to your dorm. Whether it be cash or paying him back by food, you will pay him back nevertheless. 

The two of you are back to sitting in silence after the waiter took your order. However, there’s a nagging feeling within you saying you need to thank him for yesterday and today. The voice is telling you how to thank him—creating the scenario in your head before anything could be forced past your lips. 

Finally, the words are coming out, “I want to thank you.” You watch him as he looks up from his phone, eyes meeting yours and immediately your heart is racing. “For helping me yesterday with Leo, for calling the police on him”—you suck in a deep breath—“and for being there for me today.” You look down at your lap, unable to meet his gaze any longer. “I know that you’re only supposed to help me find a boyfriend, but I really appreciate you helping me with this too.” You’re really fighting back the tears. “I don’t know what I would have done if you weren’t there to stop him.” 

“Well,” he begins, your attention going up to him as he leans back in his seat, “you can pay me back by getting yourself a boyfriend. I don’t want any other ways of paying me back.” 

You aren’t really sure as to how you should take that statement, but you say nothing and nod as the waiter comes up to your table with your breakfast. For the remaining hour or so, you and Yoongi say nothing. You don’t know what to talk about, and it’s strange that he hasn’t said anything at all. It’s strange even though the two of you haven’t known each other that long. You’re used to him nagging about something you did.

By the time the two of you are done, you’re trying to calm yourself. No matter what you say to yourself, no matter what you imagine, you can’t keep your heart rate at an even pace. Some time in the middle of eating your pancake, you begin to think of this as being a date. You imagine this being your first date as a couple. Him surprising you by knocking at your door and telling you to get dressed, him leading you towards his car with no hint as to where you’re going. He takes you here first, the two of you eat in a comfortable silence, and then when you’re done, he leads you back to the car. From there, everything would be an adventure. An adventure of fun and romance. 

And you’re having such a hard time keeping yourself together. You can’t look him in the eyes, you can’t utter a word without stuttering like an idiot. So, you keep to yourself until Yoongi pulls up to the dorms, finds a parking spot, and the two of you are out of his car. You want to make a run for your room, but that would be weird and embarrassing for you, so you walk ahead of him, remembering how the two of you aren’t supposed to be seen together. 

Thankfully no one is really up yet, but the front desk’s window is now open as you walk up to the door to your dorm building. Then you remember you don’t have your ID with you to open the door, and so you stand staring inside the building like an even bigger idiot than you were ten minutes ago. You’re about to press the button to call the desk when Yoongi appears next to you, his ID in his hand. He says nothing as you move to the side while he presses his ID to the scanner, hearing a beep and opening the door. You follow in giving a quiet ‘thank you’ before quickly making your way towards the desk. The woman behind the desk smiles at you as you walk up to her. 

“Can I help you?” she questions, pressing the power button to the computer. 

“I got locked out of my dorm room last night,” you tell her. 

“Okay. Can I see your ID?” She holds out her hand for you to give her the ID.

“That’s another problem. My ID is in my room too.”

She slowly nods. “Do you have any ID?” You shake your head and her expression changes. She looks at you like you’re trying to break into someone’s room. “I can’t let you in without any identification to prove you live here.”

You felt your heart drop. “Please,” you whisper. “I can tell you everything about myself. My address, my social security, my date of birth—I’ve had a long night and all I want to do is go to my room and sleep.” Your vision was getting blurry and you know you’re on the verge of crying. Something you did not want to do in front of this stranger. 

She stares at you for a moment, as if she’s contemplating on what to do. Finally, as you wipe your eyes, she says, “Let me see what I can do.” You nod in appreciation, watching her type away at her computer. After a few seconds, she confirms that you live in the dorms. She never tells you how she confirmed this as she opens your door for you. “Try your best to have something next time, okay?”

“I will. Thank you so much.” She only gives you a curt nod in reply as she walks back down the hall towards the staircase. You close the door, feeling relieved that you’re finally alone. Pressing your forehead against the door, you let out a small whimper. 

You’ve felt exhausted before. You’ve felt drained before, but this time… 

This time you feel drained in more ways than one. Mentally. Physically. You want to cry, scream and sleep the entire day away. You just want this weekend to be over and for Monday to come so you can distract yourself and forget all about what happened. As you push yourself off the door, you can see yourself in the reflection from your peripheral. You can’t help but look in the mirror. You forgot you were in your pajamas, wearing Yoongi’s sneakers, and eyes red and puffy from your crying yesterday. You look like a mess. 

You sigh, take off Yoongi’s sneakers and climb into bed—you’ll have to give them back the next time you see him. Pulling the blanket over your body, you burry your head in your pillow and cry yourself to sleep. Just like you did yesterday. 

He was sent to jail. There is nothing to be afraid of. He’s going to jail in his hometown. He’ll be far away from you. There is nothing to be afraid of. 

The sound of the door opening catches your attention. When it closes, followed by the loud bang it usually gives, your bed shakes and the bang sounds like it’s coming from next door. Is Yoongi barely entering his room? Where was he when he entered the building with you?

You like to imagine he was watching over you while you talked with the lady at the front desk, making sure you got to your room. It put you at ease just a bit.

First Love | 06

Yoongi x reader | 18+ | college au | tattoo artist au | angst | fluff | swearing 

Word: 1.9k

You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi

Chapter Index

You stand up from your seat, packing your notebooks and textbooks into your backpack. You decided to study outside on campus, wanting to feel the slight cool breeze. Zipping your backpack close, a cup of iced coffee is placed at your table. You look up at the person who placed the coffee on the table and you realize it’s Ari. 

You sigh, “I thought I said you don’t have to get me anything.”

She gives you a small frown. “I know,” she begins, picking the cup up again and holding it out towards you, “but I feel bad that I let this happen to you. You’re my best friend, Y/N, and I’m so mad that he came to our dorm.”

“Nothing happened,” you tell her, grabbing the iced coffee from her. 

“You have a bruise,” she counters. 

“I just bruise easily,” you mumble, taking a sip of coffee. You have no idea what it is, but Ari always knows how to pick the types of foods and drinks that fit your taste buds.

“Still, he caused that bruise and it’s my fault,” she argues, following you as you make your way towards the escalator that leads down to the second bus stop heading towards your dorm. 

You ride down the escalator, Ari behind you, shaking your head. “Well thank you. I need something to wake me up.”

“Where are you headed?” Ari asks you as the two of you get off and walk past the outdoor seating area where a few students sit at the tables eating their lunch. 

“I’m going to the shelter. I have to start my project so I can still be on track with my schedule,” you answer, walking up to the huge bus stop where a bus just took off. Thankfully it isn’t your bus. 

"Do you need a ride?"

"It's a twenty minute walk. I'll be fine."

"It's already late in the day. By the time you get out, the sun will be gone and you'll be walking back at night and that's dangerous," Ari comments, following you as the bus pulls forward and opens the doors. The two of you enter the bus, pressing your passes against the scanner before taking a seat closer to the middle of the bus. “At least let me pick you up from the shelter so you don’t have to walk. We can grab dinner and see a movie,” she bribes, clutching your arm as if you’re her boyfriend. 

“Fine,” you groan as the doors close and the bus takes its leave from the stop. And so for the rest of the ride to your dorms, you listen to Ari talk about her three day vacation with Hoseok. She’ll explain specific parts in more detail when the two of you are alone, and you’re not looking forward to it. 

After reaching your dorm and replacing your backpack with a bag holding a camera, pens and notebook, you grab your keys and earphones before heading out. “Call me when you’re ready!” Ari calls before the door closes behind you. 

Putting your earphones in, you walk past a group of friends as they walk up the stairs, forming a line so you can walk down. You can hear their laughs even over your music. Out the front doors, past the large group of people leaving the shuttle, you reach the sidewalk and make you way up towards the shelter. 

Five minutes into your walk, a figure appears next to you, walking beside you. You jump, one hand clutching your bag and the other over your chest. Yoongi doesn’t glance at you as he keeps up with your pace. 

“What are you doing here?” you ask him, rubbing your chest as if it will calm your racing heart. 

“Where are you going?” he counters, ignoring you completely. 

“I’m going to the animal shelter. Are you heading in this direction too?” you question, removing your earphones and placing them in your pocket.

“Did you forget?” He shoves his hands in his pockets, glancing at you briefly. 

“Forget what?” You think back to all your previous conversations, but nothing comes to mind that would relate to today. 

He sighs, “In order for me to help you find someone, I need to know what you’re like. Which means I have to actually see what you’re like. Which means you’re supposed to tell me when you’re going to do something.” 

You’re taken aback. “It’s just for a project,” you mumble. 

“A project shows how dedicated you are to school.” 

You look away, voice barely a whisper. “That’s a dumb reason.”

“What’d you say?” Yoongi questions.

“I-I said we’re here,” you stutter, pointing ahead to the shelter that is coming into view. You glance at Yoongi to see if he believes you, but with such a straight face, you can’t tell whether he believes you or not, or what he’s even thinking. 

The two of you walk up to the doors of the shelter, pictures of cats and dogs plastered on the windows as you get closer. When you enter the building, you’re met with the sounds of barking as someone enters the back room where all the dogs would be. The lobby is rather small, chairs to the right along the window, and tables full of blankets, pet toys and food to the left. Ahead of you is a long desk where three women sit; one on the phone, and two talking to one another. 

One of the women talking turns to look at you, a smile on her face as she asks, “Can I help you?”

You walk up to the desk. “I called about a week ago. I’m doing a project on sheltered animals.”

Her eyes light up in realization. “Oh, you must be Y/N.” You nod in relief, glad that they remembered your call. “You came just in time. Rory just finished his shift, so he’ll be able to tell you about some of the animals.”

“Perfect. Thank you,” you say, watching her as she picks up the phone to most likely call this Rory person. You take a seat at one of the chairs, forgetting Yoongi came with you until he takes a seat next to you. You try your best not to jump in surprise. So, as the two of you wait, you open your bag and do a double check to make sure you have everything you need. As you pull out your recorder, you hand it to Yoongi. He takes it in confusion. “Since you’re here, you can record the conversation while I take pictures.” 

“Y/N?” a voice calls out. You look towards the desk where a man stands. He’s an older gentleman, brown hair slowly turning gray, a blue shirt with the shelter's name on it, and black jeans. He smiles at you as you get to your feet. “Welcome. I’m Rory. We spoke on the phone last week?”

You shake his hand. “Yeah. Nice to meet you.” You gesture to Yoongi when Rory looks to him. “This is my partner. He’ll be recording the conversation if that’s all right.”

“Of course!” Rory chuckles, shaking Yoongi’s hand as well. “So I have a few pets all ready for us. If you’ll just follow me.” You follow Rory as the three of you walk back outside and around the building. “We will first go to the play area for the dogs and after that, we head towards the cats,” he informs as he opens the gate to an open area. 

You place your bag down and grab your camera, making sure everything is perfect just as a door opens and a puppy comes running out. You can’t help but gasp at the small golden colored pup. You’re so lost in how cute the puppy is, you forget the whole point in coming. It isn’t until you feel Yoongi nudge you, that you set your mind back to the main task. “Can you begin recording please?”

You take all sorts of pictures. Pictures of Charlie jumping, running around, licking Rory’s hand. You want to get every picture possible, and this continues with Rosie, the adult dog that comes next. She’s a happy dog—probably happy to see people and to socialize, but a very happy dog nonetheless. She follows commands and loves to play fetch. Then comes Jasper, the elder dog. He’s calm and not as energetic. Your heart sinks at the fact that he is still here. 

“Jasper was given to us when his owners moved countries. They couldn’t bring him with them. He’s trained and deaf, so using sign language is how you get him to sit and lay down,” Rory informs as Jasper walks over to Yoongi, who was sitting on the floor with the rest of you. You watch as Jasper lays down, resting his head on Yoongi’s lap. You pretend not to notice as you listen to Rory explain Jaspers situation. 

Eventually, you can’t help but turn your camera towards Yoongi. His attention is focused on Jasper fast asleep. He’s petting Jasper’s head, every now and then rubbing his ear. You take one picture and Yoongi’s attention is now on you. “I’ll crop you out,” you quickly explain, taking more pictures. 

You’ve never seen Yoongi act so… soft around anyone before. The way he looks at Jasper makes your heart race. He doesn’t have this straight face he always carries. He looks at Jasper like he loves him as his own pet. 

As the interview continues on, you move inside to where the cats are. You take many pictures of the cats walking around, playing with toys and sleeping. You can’t help but compare cats to Yoongi. They do what they want, and don't care what you say about it. You almost giggle at the thought of Yoongi being a cat asking for attention. 

By the time you’re done with the interviews, it’s already past seven. You pack up your stuff, thank Rory and everyone else, and head outside. The cool breeze hits you lightly as you step out with Yoongi. It seems it got colder since the last time you were outside.

“Thank you,” you begin, adjusting the strap to your bag, “for recording the conversation, and even asking more questions.” You feel embarrassed when you blank out on what questions to ask during the interview. Turns out you forgot your list of questions you had prepared for the interview. 

“Well what a coincidence,” a familiar voice booms. Turning your head, you see Hoseok and Ari standing by Hoseok’s car. “What are you two doing here?” he asks, clearly knowing what you’re doing here. Ari’s giving you a mischievous look. You look away, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. 

“Work,” Yoongi replies bluntly. 

“Well since we’re all here, I’m getting hungry. How about we go out and eat? The four best friends,” Hoseok beams, getting straight to the point. 

“I’m good,” Yoongi says, but Hoseok doesn’t seem to hear him as he grabs Yoongi by the arm and practically drags him towards his car all while Yoongi lets out quiet complaints.

“Y/N, front and center!” Ari commands, causing you to jump and quickly walk up to her. She points to the back seat. “In.” 

You get in without uttering a complaint or questioning her. Yoongi is pushed into the seat next to you, not even complaining anymore. 

What just happened?

First Love | 07

Yoongi x reader | 18+ | college au | tattoo artist au | angst | fluff | swearing

Word: 2.1k

You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi

Chapter Index

The car ride is awkward for you. Hoseok and Ari are chatting away while you and Yoongi sit in the back in complete silence. This is not what you expected, but it seems that Ari has something else in mind and drags Hoseok along, waiting for who knows how long until the two of you left the shelter. You open your bag, pulling out your camera. Turning it on, and going to your pictures, you begin to browse through all the photos you took today.

“Did they come out good?” Yoongi asks, voice just loud enough for you to hear. 

You look to him, surprised that he’s interested, but his eyes are on your camera. Trying to see how the pictures came out. “Yeah. I got some good ones,” you tell him, showing the screen as you browse through the pictures together. The two of you browse through the photos you took. The photos you took capture the moments of joy for the animals. When they played with Rory, when the dogs ran around the fenced area, not wanting to go inside. Even when Charlie came up to you, sniffing the camera; you got a perfect picture of his big brown eyes and the round of his snout. You then reach the photos of Jasper, you’re clearly aware of Yoongi leaning in close to you. When you reach the photos, you try your best to not linger on the photos of Yoongi and Jasper. 

“Wait,” Yoongi murmurs, and you stop, glancing at him. “Go back.” You click back to the previous photo of Yoongi petting Jasper. “Can you send me that one?” he asks, finally meeting your gaze.

You’re fully aware as to how close the two of you have gotten. Swallowing hard, you reply with a small voice, “Yeah.” 

“We’re here,” Hoseok bellows, making you jump away from Yoongi. 

Turning off your camera, you look out the window to see a building with blue shingles, a big sign running along the wall, and a jukebox like entrance, with different colors. “Mary Ann’s?” Ari asks as Hoseok pulls into a parking space. 

“Yeah,” Hoseok beams, putting the car in park and turning the engine off. “I heard this place is great. Great burgers; amazing shakes. Plus, everything inside is a 50s theme.” He exits the car, giving the three of you no time to say anything. As you close the door, Hoseok is already reaching for Ari’s hand. “I’ve always wanted to go on a double date—or I guess date and two friends tagging along,” he corrects, smiling sheepishly at you. 

“Well I for sure am hungry. Let’s go,” Ari exclaims, walking with Hoseok towards the building, but not before grabbing your hand and dragging you along. You stumble a bit until you finally match her pace, looking both ways to make sure no car is going to hit you since Ari didn’t even bother looking. 

Entering through the blue pastel double doors, you’re immediately hit with the smell of burgers and a song you don’t know but can tell the singer is Elvis Presley. The inside of the diner is your typical diner; booths to the left and right, a counter running along the middle with stools, and a waitress or two wearing blue dresses with their hair up in a bun. The floor is checkered, walls pink with photos of people you recognize and don’t while the seating is blue. You’re pretty sure if you look up a 50s diner, this is it. Hoseok, who is still holding Ari’s hand, who is still holding yours, drags the two of you past several booths occupied by people before finding a booth at the end.

Ari lets your hand go, gesturing with her head to enter the booth. As you get in, expecting Ari to sit next to you, you’re shocked to see her sitting across from you. You shoot daggers at her as she smirks in response as Hoseok occupies the seat next to her and Yoongi slides into the booth next to you. You look to the side, staring at the photos on the wall, only recognizing the photo of the cast from I Love Lucy. Your dad would always drag you into the living room to watch it with him. 

“It’s a family thing,” he would tell you every time you would question him. 

“Welcome to Mary Ann’s,” a voice interrupts, placing four menus on the table as you look up at her. “My name is Irene. Can I get you started on something to drink?” Irene is wearing the blue dress like everyone else, a white apron tied around her waist, and a small white hat on top of her head. She’s pretty, and you can’t help but imagine her living in the 50s. As you all give her your order for drinks, she smiles, writing it down and leaving the four of you. 

“So what’s your project about, Y/N?” Hoseok asks, folding his arms on the table. 

You’re caught by surprise by his sudden question, but quickly recover and answer. “The project is to convince the audience to buy or participate in your project by capturing moments of what your project is about.” 

Irene appears with a tray full of drinks. She hands them out to you, tucking the tray under her arm as she pulls out her notepad and pen once again. “Would you like to order now or do you still need a few minutes?” she asks, eyes meeting yours briefly. You quickly glance at the menu, finding what looks the most appetizing as Hoseok and Ari agree to tell Irene their order. 

After everyone has said their order, Hoseok turns to you. “So your project is to convince people to adopt animals through pictures?”

You nod, taking a sip of your drink. “There are a lot of animals in the shelter that need homes. Especially the older ones.” 

Ari sighs. “I don’t like going to the shelter because all I want to do is take every animal home. My dad wants another dog, so maybe I can convince him to adopt one of the dogs here,” she says, tapping her chin in thought. 

“Is there a way to convince your dad to adopt an older dog?” you ask in a hopeful tone, sitting up straight. 

“An older dog?”

You nod quickly. “There’s an older dog named Jasper. He is such a sweet dog. He loves resting his head on your lap and sleeping.”

Ari laughs, “He’s just like my dad.” Pulling out her phone from her bag, she is typing away at her phone for a few seconds before she locks her phone and puts it back in her bag. “Knowing my dad, he’ll be out here on his day off to look at the animals. Which should be tomorrow or the day after.” She smiles. 

You can’t help but lean back in your seat in relief. Ari’s dad may take Jasper home and he can live the rest of his days in a happy home being loved and taken care of. He won’t be sad and alone when his time comes. You’ll have to send Ari’s dad a big basket of his favorite things if he takes Jasper home. 

“So,” Hoseok chimes in. “Ari and I were thinking about the four of us going camping during break.” The way he looks at both you and Yoongi tells you that he’s not going to take no for an answer. Hoseok seems dead set on getting the four of you to go together. One couple and one person who has major feelings for the other. This is bad.

“No,” Yoongi says blatantly. You turn to Yoongi completely shocked by how quickly he denies the request. 

“What’s your excuse?” Hoseok challenges, a daring look on his face. 

“I’ll be working most likely,” he states, grabbing his glass to take a drink. 

Hoseok sighs, “You can’t be stuck in the studio the entire week.” 

“It won't be the entire week. I’ll be in the shop from time to time, too.”

“How about this”—Hoseok adjusts himself in his seat, pointing a hand in Yoongi’s direction—“I help you with whatever you need if you’ll just come with us.” 

“I’ll probably—” 

Hoseok interrupts Yoongi, “Listen Mr. Producer, I’m gonna convince you no matter what. Every year you spend break either in the studio or shop. I get being in the shop, but I bet your boss will let you go on vacation.” 

Irene appears at the table with a tray of your food. She places your plate in front of you before plastering a smile and saying, “Enjoy.” 

You grab a fry, ready to dig in when Ari speaks up, “Are you going to come with us, Y/N?”

You look up to see both Ari and Hoseok staring at you. Lowering the fry from your mouth, you answer, “Yeah, I’ll go.” You can see the joy in Ari’s eyes and Hoseok’s smile grow. Your original plan is to stay in your dorm since your parents are going on their anniversary trip that week. You could have gone home and stayed there, but it seems like a waste of time when you have everything here. 

“We’ll have lots of fun,” Ari tells you, smiling as she takes a bite out of her burger. 

“What exactly is the plan?” you ask, finally taking a bit out of your food. God is it delicious. Everything about this burger is amazing. From the patty to everything they put on it. It feels like taking a bite out of heaven. 

“We rent out a cabin. Since there may be snow it’s best to just get a cabin so that we don’t die out there,” Ari explains. 

“How much will it be?” you can’t help but ask. You don’t have a nine to five job, and that only means saving up like there’s no tomorrow. 

“Oh don’t worry about that. A friend of mine owes me,” Hoseok tells you. 

Now you’re really curious. “How much are they usually?”

Hoseok stares at you for a moment before glancing away and clearing his throat. “A couple hundred per night,” he mutters, but you hear him loud and clear. 

“A couple—” Ari starts but can’t finish. You look at her. Clearly she didn’t know about this either based off of her shocked expression. “And he’s okay with this?”

Hoseok meets her eyes. “Yeah. He owes me big time.” 

“Did you save his life or something?” she asks, clearly not letting it go. 

Hoseok chuckles. “Not that drastic. I just saved him from failing class.” 

“That’s it?” you and Ari ask in unison, but she was louder than you. 

Hoseok smiles triumphantly. “That was the last class he needed to graduate.” 

It takes a while before Ari finally lets it go. For the rest of the dinner you eat in silence, listening to Ari and Hoseok talking to one another, then you, and Hoseok mainly talking to Yoongi and receiving a few words from him. You want to ask Yoongi questions about his major, but you don’t want to be ignored by him in front of Ari and Hoseok. From how protective Ari is about you, and how friendly Hoseok is, one of them will say something and the drive back will be awkward. 

Maybe you’re just blowing things out of proportion. Maybe you’re not. 

“Is there anything else I can get you guys? Desert?” Irene asks as she begins to grab the empty plates. 

“I want ice cream,” Yoongi requests, not even looking at any of you. 

“Guess we’ll have some shakes,” Hoseok says, suppressing a laugh most likely from Yoongi’s small request. 

After finishing your shake, letting Ari try yours and you trying hers, and paying for your dinner, the four of you leave the diner, making your way towards Hoseok’s car. You can’t deny that you enjoyed today. You finally start on your project, you surprisingly spent time with Yoongi without him questioning you or analyzing you openly, and you had a great dinner with your friends and Yoongi. 

By the time Hoseok drives into the parking lot of the dorms and finds a spot, it’s already past nine. Thankfully you have class at nine tomorrow so you can stay up late to get everything ready for your paper and presentation on your project. You follow Hoseok and Ari through the route towards your dorm from the outdoor stairway. 

Before you turn the corner to pass the staircase leading down to the rest of the dorm building and enter your hall, you feel a hand grab your arm. You turn around to meet eyes with Yoongi. Letting go of your arm, he says, “Meet me at the back parking lot Friday.” 

“O-okay,” you stutter. 

He nods in acknowledgement before walking past your and towards his room. You follow, feeling both happy and dreading meeting with him on Friday.

First Love | 08

Yoongi x reader | 18+ | college au | tattoo artist au | angst | fluff | swearing | alcohol | mild smut | thigh riding 

Word: 4.9k

You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi

Chapter Index

[12:57 pm] Jerk: Wear something nice

Something nice? Like formal? Cute?  What are you supposed to do? 

You groan, tossing your phone on your bed, and grabbing your shower caddie and towel before entering the bathroom to shower. As you shower, you begin to think of what kind of outfits you have in your closet you can wear. You can put on a pair of jeans and a nice top if you can find one. Should you wear black jeans or blue? A sweatshirt or sweater? A shirt and cardigan? So many simple and boring outfits to wear and you still can’t decide. 

When you finish showering, you step out into your room to still find it empty. Seems Ari is going to have dinner with Hoseok tonight. You toss your towel on your bed as you open your top drawer to your dresser under your bed. You dig through the drawer until you pull out your black bra and panties. After putting them on, you open your closet door and scan through your wardrobe. Of course, like you predicted, you have exactly what you thought. Boring, simple clothes. You continue to dig through your clothes, passing through t-shirts and tank tops you know are not nice enough to be worn in front of Yoongi. 

You freeze. “Oh my God I’m trying so hard to impress the guy I like who’s trying to help me find someone else.” You’re stressing yourself out over something so silly, yet you want so badly to get his attention. Is this ridiculous? It has to be. 

Sighing loudly, you start at the front of the line of your clothes where sweaters and sweatshirts hang. What surprises you is finding a skirt at the start of the line rather than finding a shirt. You pull out the burgundy colored skirt, trying to remember why you have this. Then it hit you. Your mom bought you this skirt thinking you’ll wear this for school. You didn’t have it in your heart to leave it in your room knowing you never would wear it, so you brought it here. Who knew you’d wear it now. 

Pulling the skirt from its hanger, you put it on. The skirt starts at your waist and ends at your ankle. It flows at your movement as you sway side-to-side. Now, what kind of shirt should you wear? You really don’t have anything that can go with it. Well, you do but it’s in the basket and needs to be washed, but you don’t have enough time to toss it in before you’re supposed to meet with Yoongi. Glancing at Ari’s closet, you guess she probably has a lot more cute shirts. You feel guilty about not asking her for permission to borrow her things first, but you know she won’t be answering her phone if you call or text her. You’ll have to apologize to her later. 

Stepping to her closet, you open it to be met with all sorts of colors and styles. You begin to skim through it, passing all the revealing shirts you can never bring yourself to wear. You’re beginning to lose hope until something catches your eye. Bringing out the gray sweater you realize it’s a crop top. Now what are you supposed to do? 

Glancing at the clock on your desk from the mirror, you’ve come to the conclusion that you don’t have enough time to debate. Tossing the shirt on your bed, and putting the hanger back on the rack, you close the closet door before grabbing your towel off your bed and dry your hair. You do what you can with your hair and face in a short amount of time. It’s always wake up, shower and leave rather than wake up earlier, shower and put on makeup then go. Now you actually have to try with a nice outfit like the one you’re wearing. When you’re done, you put on the shirt and stare at yourself in the mirror. 

The end of the crop top meets with the beginning of your skirt, so no skin is actually revealed unless you lifted your arms. Now it’s just time for shoes. Digging through your closet, you’re lucky to have brought your black ankle boots. Putting on a pair of socks, you slip your feet into the boots and give yourself a once over again. You honestly feel cute, and you can’t stop the butterflies from fluttering in your stomach at the thought of Yoongi seeing you. 

Will he think you look cute, too?

You shake your head of that thought as you grab a small purse from the hook in your closet. Fishing your wallet from your school bag, you put it in your purse, along with your keys, and lip gloss. Going over everything in your head to make sure you have everything, you close the closet door. Picking your phone up from your bed where it lies charging, you check the time. You have five minutes to get to the back parking lot. Pulling your phone from its charger you unlock it and go to your messages to send a quick text to Ari.

[5:55 pm] Me: IOU

Locking your phone you take a deep breath before heading out the door. Feeling nervous, you walk in the opposite direction of the hall you normally go. The hall is rather quiet except for the sound of your boots hitting the floor as you walk. You leave your hall, passing the staircase where those living at the end of your hall and those living in the east hall can access. You don’t go down the stairs but enter the east hall, making a right and head towards the door leading to the back of the building.  

Stepping out into the cool night air you suppress a shiver as you start down the steps. Reaching the last step, your eyes scan the small parking lot in the distance. You can’t see all the cars, but with the ones you do, you don’t see anyone or Yoongi’s car. The sounds of laughter can be heard from one of the open windows as you walk past the second housing building. As you get closer, you’re able to see the rest of the small parking lot, and standing next to a familiar car is Yoongi looking down at his phone as he leans against his car. 

You take in a deep breath before walking up to him, thoughts racing with so many of the same questions that you thought of before when you looked at yourself in the mirror. From the sound of your heels clicking, Yoongi looks up to meet your eyes. He locks his phone and pushes himself off his car, looking you up and down before saying, “Good outfit.” 

“Thank you,” you mumble, trying not to look like that simple compliment makes you want to turn into a puddle. From the street light you can see his outfit. He’s wearing all black; the sleeves of his buttoned up shirt is rolled up to his elbow revealing his right arm to be completely covered in tattoos. You’ve never seen those before. You remember your first time dorming here, he wore a short sleeved shirt and you saw just one tattoo. Now it seems like a sleeve. 

“Let’s head out,” he tells you, pulling out his keys from his pocket to unlock the doors. 

You quickly walk to the passenger door and get inside the car. Placing your purse on your lap, you pull the seat belt over and buckle yourself in as Yoongi starts the car. The music plays quietly in the background while he puts the car in drive, turns the headlights on, and turns right to exit the parking lot. 

You try to keep your eyes forward, but you keep glancing at his inked arm. You can’t help but wonder when he got it. It must have hurt to sit there for hours to get one thing done. Then you remember the conversation that happened at the diner between Hoseok and Yoongi. 

“Are you a tattoo artist?” you ask him, fully turning to look at him. 

You can see him give you a quick glance before turning back on the road. “I am,” he replies. 

So that’s what Hoseok and Yoongi meant by shop. “How long have you been an artist?” 

“I got my license about a year ago.” 

“So you’re majoring in arts?” you question, interested in getting to know more about him. You’re going to ask as much as you can before he says something about it. 

“Music production,” he corrects. 

You cock your head lightly. “You want to be a producer?”

“I like music and tattooing. One only needed a high school diploma, so I decided to get more educated in producing.” Yoongi makes a right turn down a neighborhood. “Why photography?” he suddenly voices. 

“Why did I major in photography?” He nods in response. You turn yourself to face forward as you answer, “I know there isn’t a lot to do in photography, but just like this project, I want to work with the wildlife and get people to see what’s happening. I also want to take photos of models on a runway. It would be interesting to see in person rather than on television all the time.” Yoongi begins to slow down, driving by a line of cars with a few people getting out and walking in the same direction Yoongi drives. He continues down the street, passing the long line of cars until you finally see why the cars are parked. People are standing outside a big, two story house with a banner draped along the front with strange signs on it. "We're going to a sorority house?"

"It's a party," he states, finally pulling into a parking spot a bit further up ahead.

You can already feel your anxiety kicking in. "Either way, there is going to be a lot of people," you stammer. You don't do big crowds. They'll judge you and the sorority girls will be mean because they don't know you —

"I'll be with you the whole time. Don't worry," Yoongi reassures, turning the car off and opening the car door to get out.

You shakily get out of the car as well, closing the door as he walks up to you. "You promise?"

He looks at you for a second before grabbing your purse from your shaking hands. He drapes the strap over your head so that it goes across your chest. "Promise. Now today we're just going to have a few drinks, talk to a few people, and relax. You won't be doing anything on your own."

You nod, watching him click a button on his key and hearing his car lock from behind you. You follow him as the two of you make your way towards the house, and that's when you finally hear the muffled music. You couldn't hear it before over your racing thoughts, but now it’s as clear as day. Keeping as close as possible to Yoongi, the sorority house comes to view, chatter can be heard and everyone seems to be having a good time. 

Following Yoongi up the walkway, you can hear the music a bit more clearly blaring on the other side of the door. You quietly take a deep breath and blow it out as Yoongi reaches for the handle and opens the door. The music is loud; the people are loud. Your fear skyrockets. The place is cramped as you maneuver your way through to follow Yoongi further in the house. You can see a big group of people dancing to your left, some bodies grinding on one another while others jump. 

Turning your attention back to what’s in front of you, you realize Yoongi is no longer there. You scan around the area, but find no sign of him. You want to call out for him, but that would make you look like you’re scared, and you don’t want people to know you’re lost and know no one besides Yoongi. Now to a more reasonable excuse, you’re sure no one can hear you over the blaring music. Taking in a deep breath, you continue forward, heading in the direction you’re already going. You keep going until you enter a different, more spacious room. Looking around you realize it’s a sitting area with a few couches forming a square in the middle of the room. A few chairs placed along the walls and another doorway leading to what seems to be the kitchen to your right. 

Not wanting to wander and end up somewhere you don’t want to be, you take a seat at one of the chairs lining the wall, taking in a deep breath to calm yourself. You fish your phone out of your purse and unlock it, seeing a text from Ari. You click on the message. 

[6:48 pm] Ari: ???

You quickly reply, glancing up at the group of people sitting at the couches in the center of the room laughing at something someone said. 

[7:06 pm] Me: I borrowed your shirt

“Did you come here alone?” 

Looking up from your phone, you see two girls standing in front of you. “Me?” you ask dumbly. 

The blonde with blue eyes laughs. “Yes you,” she replies. She’s wearing a white hoodie with jean shorts. Her black haired friend next to her wears the same. You wonder if they’re part of a sorority. 

“I didn’t come here alone, but I did get lost so I’m just waiting,” you inform them, smiling politely, but deep down you’re a bit afraid. You don’t know how to be as social as them, or as bubbly. 

“Well rather than sit here alone, come join us,” the girl with black hair says, grabbing your arm and pulling you to your feet. Her friend joins in as well, now basically dragging you across the room to the kitchen. You don’t have much of an option since you know you can’t decline their offer. Well, they’re really not giving you one either as you enter the kitchen. You’ll just have to follow along and wait for Yoongi to find you, or you find him which would be a miracle if you’re brave enough to wander. That also only depends if you can escape the over excited twins currently dragging you past the kitchen and into another room that has a few people surrounding a folding table. Stepping closer, you notice ten, red cups on either end of the table. It takes you a minute to remember what this setup is, but Ari’s constant begging to have a game in your dorm room jogs your memory. They’re playing beer pong.

“We found a new player!” one of the girls cheers, a hand on your back. 

Eyes of several people look to you, and it’s then that you realize you’re the new player. “Oh, uh. I’ve never played before,” you tell them, tone awkward as you rub your hands together like you usually do when you’re unsure of what to do. 

“Don’t worry about that! It’s pretty simple, really. You just toss the ball across the table into one of the cups and the opponent drinks. You miss, they don’t drink, and the same goes for you, too.” You meet eyes with the blonde as she grabs your arm and leads you to the left side of the table. “Your partner will be Hanbin,” she tells you, pointing to a tall figure standing across the table. 

He’s handsome, you can’t deny that. He has jet black hair, his hazel eyes lighting up as he smiles at you. As he walks to your side of the table, you notice his high cheekbones and pointed nose, his smile crooked. You can smell his cologne. “Hey, new teammate, you ready to win this?” his tone gravelly as he asks. When you open your mouth and say nothing, he chuckles, “Don’t worry. I’ll help as much as I can.” He pats your back. “Let’s start!”

A female from across the table laughs. Just like how Hanbin’s good looking, the girl across the table is beautiful. Her strawberry blonde hair up in a perfect, messy bun, her cognac colored eyes staring at him in a playful manner, and her voice as smooth as honey. She’s wearing the cutest floral dress with a jean jacket. “Don’t get so cocky yet, babe. You’re playing against the champion right now.” 

Hanbin chuckles, shaking his head. "We'll see. My girl is a pro, Sam." Sam, the girl across the table, only smiles. "Let's win — uh. Sorry I didn't catch your name," Hanbin tells you, a sheepish smile gracing his lips.

"Y/N," you tell him in a small voice. These two are so social; it’s hard to keep up.

"Okay, Y/N. Let's kick their asses and be champions of the month!" He holds his hand up for you to high five.

You lightly hit it. "A whole month?"

Hanbin smirks. "Yeah. Every month the sorority has a competition and the winner has their picture taken and hung on the wall for a month." He jerks his thumb behind him to the wall of photos. You look past him and at the pictures of teams from the previous games. "Last time I won was about last semester?" He places his hands on either side of your shoulders, guiding you to the end of the table, standing to his left. "Okay. Who goes first?"

Sam taps her chin in thought. "Well since you're so cocky, I guess we'll let you go first." She tosses both ping pong balls to him.

"It's not being cocky, it's being confident," he exclaims, handing you a ball. You take the ball with hesitation. Are you supposed to just throw it right now? You’ve never played before, and you've never actually seen Ari play. What are you supposed to do? You watch Hanbin raise his hand to eye level, the ball in his first three fingers. He stares in concentration before tossing the ball. It flies across the table and lands straight in the red cup at the front. "And that's how it's done," he cheers, grinning from ear to ear.

"Game just started, bro," Sam's partner chuckles.

"Yeah, yeah," Hanbin begins, turning to look at you, "I'm confident we'll win, so don't feel like you have to make it right now. We have nine more tries to win." You nod, but his words only make you more nervous. So, with shaky hands, you copy his position. Facing the table, you stare at the cups. You'll have to toss it lightly, but not too lightly and not too hard. You toss with medium force, watching the ball actually go in. Hanbin cheers for you as you stare in shock. "Drink up, my dudes!"

Taking out two shot glasses, Sam pours liquor into the glasses, handing one to her partner and takes a shot. And so the game continues on. You've had six shots so far, and you feel the buzz at drink two. You're a lightweight it seems, seeing as you don't really drink. You’re giggling as Sam misses the cups, overshooting the ball. Eventually it’s down to one cup on both teams. You can't aim to save your life, and Hanbin seems like he's not even buzzing.

"Let's make this more interesting," Sam suggests.

That seems to have caught Hanbin's attention. "What do you have in mind?"

Sam smirks at his interest. "We each toss a ball in the cup."

"So one ball each team," Hanbin states.

"Exactly."

Hanbin chuckles. "Deal," he says, tossing one ping pong ball to Sam. You have no idea what's going on, but you watch in silence and slight dizziness as Hanbin gets into his position, Sam getting into hers. Then, as the entire table stares in silence, the two toss their balls. You don't know where to look, but you try to keep your eyes on Hanbin's ball, watching it make it in the cup. He cheers, you cheering along with him. However, Sam and her partner are cheering as well.

"Oh shit, it's a tie," someone laughs.

You look into the cup to see a ball floating. They did make it, and that means she won as well. "What happens now?" you slur.

Hanbin pats your head. "We tied. All four of us end up on the wall."

"That also means we take one last shot," Sam chimes in from across the table, already pouring her glass.

You turn to look at Hanbin with worry. "I don't think I can take anymore," you explain, knowing that if you take this last shot you may throw up.

"Don't worry, I'll take your shot for you," he reassures, pouring a glass, drinking it, and pouring another. You look at him with such admiration as he takes your shot for you. He is your hero at this very moment. You want to hug him with gratitude, but that's not like you. Maybe it's because you're drunk and it seems like you're more of an extrovert when you've had a few drinks in you. You really want to hug him.

"Okay let's take that photo. We're breaking history, ladies and gentlemen," Sam says, handing someone the camera and walking over towards you, followed by her partners whose name you still don't know. She throws her arm around your shoulder, Hanbin doing the same, and the stranger stood next to Sam. You all look to the camera and smile, the flash blinding you briefly.

"That was fun — it was great," you tell them, looking to both Sam and Hanbin as they smile in agreement. "Thanks for letting me play." 

"Of course!" your partner voices, giving you another pat on your back, but it’s a bit more rough. Maybe he is feeling the alcohol kick in. Or he's so happy for his victory that he forgot his own strength. Or you're just over guessing it.

You look at the crowd staring at you, meeting eyes with the person you've been looking for but totally forgot you’re supposed to be looking for him the second you took your first drink. "Yoongi!" you call, tone more high-pitched than it normally is. You happily skip over to him, a big smile on your face. "I just won a game of ping pong!" You shake your head. "Beer pong!"

He stares at you with that blank face you’re beginning to find annoying. "I saw," he quips.

You frown. "Really? Then why didn't you come get me? I lost you earlier and waited at the chairs until you found me, but you didn't and now I'm drunk and a little dizzy. But I made some new friends!" He looks behind you at your two new friends, but his expression looks dejected. For the first time, you’re able to make out an expression, and it made your chest hurt at the look he’s giving. "Yoongi?" you whisper.

He looks back at you, expression disappearing as he looks you up and down before grabbing your wrist and leading you out of the room, past the kitchen and sitting room and into the main room where it’s still packed with dancing and mingling people. You think he would take you out the front door and home, but instead he drags you past everyone and into a hallway. He keeps his hold on your wrist as he lightly drags you down the hall. You wonder where he’s taking you, but your questions are answered when he opens a door, pulling you in with him to the bathroom.

You turned to look at him, shocked as he lets your wrist go and closes the door... locking it.

The butterflies in your stomach erupt, heart racing as you watch him turn to look at you. You’re hoping your flushed cheeks aren't noticeable. Maybe your cheeks are already red from the alcohol.

"At parties, you might find someone you find attractive, and you might end up in a situation like this." He takes a step towards you. "At first you might make out, and that could lead to sex. Our first lesson will be on quickies," he says in such a monotonous tone. 

“W-what?” you babble, taking a few steps back until you hit the wall. 

“We’re not actually going to have sex. All I’m going to do is demonstrate,” he tells you, taking a few steps forward. 

"Demonstrate? How—what do you do to demonstrate... sex?" you quaver, keeping your eyes on his chin rather than looking him in the eyes. You don't want him to see the mixed look of fear and excitement in your eyes. You're more open to wanting him to touch you now than you were when you first met him. Or it's the alcohol letting out your inner feelings.

"Before I start," he begins, crossing his arms over his chest, "do you want to do this? When we agreed to do this, I told you that I would teach you everything. Clearly sex wasn't in your mind when I told you." He stares at you intently. "How sober are you?"

"Sober enough to remember that conversation," you sass.

"Clearly," he articulates. "So when you're alone with a guy like this, he will usually start by touching your cheeks, arms and hands." Yoongi cups your cheeks, your breath hitching as you feel his cool palms against your warm skin. "Whenever you're uncomfortable tell me and I'll stop." You only nod in response, all emotions melting from his touch, leaving you with only one. "He would kiss your lips"—his thumb brushing along your lips—"then maybe move down to your neck."

You feel his hand that’s touching your lips move down to your neck. A shiver runs through you as you watch him continue to demonstrate what can happen in this room right now. He’s talking, but you can't hear him. You’re so lost in your thoughts that you’re fighting your own urges. All you have to do is lean forward and press your lips against his. Feel his lips move around yours for a bit, tongue gliding across your lips every so often before it finally explores your own mouth and dances with your tongue. HIs hands will travel down, under your top, cupping you outside your bra before snaking his way under them to feel you. You'll arch your back to feel more of his hands work its magic. Your body feels weird as you let your imagination run wild. You feel hot, and it isn't like the warmth you felt earlier when you began drinking. This is different.

"This will eventually lead to something more. Sometimes they'll pin your hands to prevent you from touching." You don't know when his hands were on your hips, but he removes them and grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head. You feel something force itself between your legs, brushing along your region. A moan escapes your lips, your body jumping from how sensitive it is.

You freeze in realization. You just moaned. Not only did you moan, but you just realize what that one feeling you’ve had since he started his demonstration. You're horny. What are you supposed to do? You can't play it off as a surprised sound, he's heard it before every time he scares you. You can't blame it on someone outside the room, you can only hear the music. So what are you going to do? You nervously look at Yoongi who was just staring at you. Yup. He totally heard you.

He says nothing. He doesn't say anything to you as he brings your hands together, holding them still with one of his hands as the other grabs your skirt. He lifts it. You can feel your skirt brush along your skin, going higher and higher until it reaches your thighs. The cold air from the air-conditioning hits your legs as you feel his thigh touch your warmth. You stay still as he let your skirt go, his leg disappearing underneath. He then grabs your waist tightly. You don't know what he’s going to do, but as he pulls you forward along his thigh, you inhale sharply, feeling a pleasure course through you.

He pushes you back then forth on his thigh, the friction becomes rougher as your panties become wetter and the fabric of his jeans becomes your source of continuing to feel this pleasure. Your breathing is getting heavier, eyes closing as you pick up your pace. You look down to see if you can view your movements, to see yourself brushing along his thigh, but it’s blocked by your skirt. All you can see is the movements of your hips. Placing a finger under your chin, Yoongi brings your head back up to look at him. You feel his finger travel down and to the middle of your neck before he wraps his hand around your neck, squeezing ever so lightly.

You whimper, feeling yourself build up. You don't have a rhythm anymore as you ride his thigh in an unnatural pattern. All to feel his thigh against your core; to feel him build you up and break you down as you reach your high. And that's what happens. You let out a choked moan as you feel the pressure release itself, your legs shaking, breathing stops as your high disappears.

Min Yoongi gave you your first orgasm.

First Love | 09

Yoongi x reader | 18+ | college au | tattoo artist au | angst | fluff | swearing

Word: 3.6k

You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi

Chapter Index

"You did what?" Ari yells, everyone's eyes in the dining room on you two.

"Will you keep it down," you whisper in a harsh tone.

"You, my best friend and the most introverted person to exist, got drunk and"—you can see the excitement and pride in her eyes—"fucking rode Yoongi's thigh, and he choked you!" She squeals, "You have a kink!"

"It wasn't like that," you try to explain, but you really have no excuse and Ari isn't buying it.

"I can't wait for all the other things he's going to "demonstrate". You better tell me everything," she chuckles, clapping her hands lightly in excitement. You regret telling her what happened yesterday, but you have to tell someone. Plus, she's your best friend, and as a best friend, you're obligated to tell her everything just as she tells you everything. Even if that means not wanting to hear the details she spills out when it comes to having sex with Hoseok. That's where you draw the line, but there is no line for her.

"He must have had something to drink, too. I doubt he would do anything like that again," you add, stabbing your pancake with your fork as you take a bite.

"I don't know, Y/N. You're cute, and I bet you looked irresistible when you wore my top with your skirt. I bet when he pinned your arms above you, he wanted to see what you had underneath," she teases, winking at you as she takes a bite of her own food.

"Good morning, neighbors." Hoseok appears at your table, holding two plates of food as he takes a seat next to Ari. "How is your morning so far?" he asks, placing a quick kiss on Ari's temple.

"Great," Ari begins, turning to look at him with puckered lips as he chuckles and gives her a quick kiss, “Y/N was telling me about yesterday.” 

You glare at her as Hoseok turns to look at you. “Oh, really? How did it go? Yoongi won’t tell me anything,” Hoseok exclaims. 

Before you can open your mouth to dismiss the conversation, Ari butts in, “She got drunk.” 

Hoseok gasps, “Really? I didn’t know you drank, Y/N.” 

“She doesn’t, but she made friends and ended up playing beer pong with them. Apparently she’s on the Wall of Fame at a sorority on 7th.” 

Hoseok nods for a moment, looking as if he's trying to figure out which sorority it is. You clearly don't know, and after a few more nods, his eyes light up in realization. "Oh that sorority! Wow you made it on their wall?"

"It was a tie and I was drunk so I didn't make that many shots compared to Hanbin," you elucidate, picking up a piece of your bacon and placing it in your mouth. You’re hoping that Ari will just keep it at that and not say anything else about your experience at the party. You glance at her, watching her smile at Hoseok in a loving way it hurts just a bit. You’re not going to lie that you’re happy for her, but you wish you can have that.

Ari is the complete opposite of you. She's sociable, funny, smart, she sticks up for herself, and she's just beautiful. She's everything you sometimes wished you can be. However, when you think of all the partying she does, all the friends she has, it's like a huge stack of chores to keep up with. You get invited to a party, they're expecting you to come, and that leads to socializing with everyone you know and don't know. It seems like it’ll be stressful to just even remember whose name belongs to which face. You give props to Ari for being as upbeat as she is all the time. 

“Hanbin?” Hoseok asks, seeming to be lost in thought at the name. “Where have I heard that name before?”

“Well you do have a classmate named Hanbin in your modern dance class,” Ari tells him, patting his back to possibly bring him back from his thoughts. 

Hoseok sighs, “It could be, but I think he said he’s not a fan of parties.” He shrugs. “Maybe he changed his mind.” Grabbing his fork, he begins to dig into his high stacked breakfast. “So what are your plans for tonight?”

“Uh, probably work on my project and watch a movie,” you answer him, watching with a bit of amazement and disgust as he stuffs his mouth. Ari doesn’t seem to notice as she takes a bite out of her own food. Hoseok must have been starving with the way he’s eating today. Usually he eats in a more polite manner, but not today it seems, and with Ari glancing at him with a small smirk gracing her lips, you don’t want to know why Hoseok looks as if he hasn’t eaten in days. “What about you guys?”

“There’s a movie we’ve been wanting to see so we decided to do a dinner and a movie,” she struggles, swallowing the food in her mouth. “You wanna come rather than be antisocial in the room?”

You think that you’d be offended by your roommate's comment, but you’re not as you take a drink from your cup. Ari’s comment is true. You plan on staying here, work a bit on your project, order some Chinese and watch movies before grabbing an ice cream from the mini fridge. No intention of talking to anyone for tonight. If Ari spends all day tomorrow with Hoseok, you’ll do the same thing you plan on doing tonight. It’s not that you don’t mind spending a day with Hoseok and Ari, but third wheeling is just weird. You don’t want to sit there and possibly watch these two make out for half an hour. So, before you can give her the big “no thank you”, your phone chimes, indicating you have a message. Pulling out your phone, and unlocking it, you read the text.

[11:37am] Jerk: Meet me at the back parking lot in an hour

You choke on your orange juice. “Are you okay?” Ari asks, staring at you with a look of concern and confusion. You hand her your phone, coughing as you wipe the juice from your face. “He wants to meet you again? He just saw you yesterday. What else is he gonna teach you? How to suck”—you glare at her, hoping she’ll catch herself and not mention anything related to what she’s about to say—“at pick up lines?” she falters, voice sounding tight as she glances at you and Hoseok. 

Hoseok frowns. “I don’t think Yoongi does pick up lines,” he objects, but he seems like he doesn’t know himself as he slightly cocks his head in thought. You don’t know whether to be shocked or disappointed by how oblivious he is. Shaking his head, he looks to you and says, “You should go and get ready.” 

You nod, quickly shoving as much food in your mouth as you can before grabbing your belongings. You gesture to your plate, watching Ari as she nods. “I’ll take your plate,” she groans, as you give her the thumbs up and hastily walk out the dining hall. 

Everything is a blur as you throw yourself into the shower, getting soap in your eyes before you’re finally throwing on clothes. Glancing at the clock on your desk, you discover you have ten minutes to do something to your hair and face, so you do what you can with your makeup and try your best with your hair, but since it's still wet, you can't do much. Slipping on your shoes, you take a look at yourself in the mirror. You’re wearing a gray hoodie, blue jeans, and black high tops. It's the best you can do in such short notice. Grabbing your phone, wallet and keys, you shove them in your bag and head out.

You walk the familiar route you took yesterday, making your way down the halls. Compared to last night, the halls are dead quiet. Everyone must still be asleep. Exiting hall and entering the crisp morning air, you walk down the steps in short, quick strides, trying your best not to trip and fall. As you reach ground level, you make your way to the back parking lot where Yoongi had parked his car last night after the party. That entire drive was dead silent; the two of you saying nothing. It wasn't until you reached your dorm that he gave you a simple "goodnight" before he entered his room leaving you alone in the hall.

Now you're about to see him again, and your mind just so happens to betray you by flashing memories of last night in your mind. You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks, heart pick up speed, and the flutter in your stomach become more noticeable. You're going to look ridiculously flustered when you see him, but you can't do anything about it as his car comes into view. All you can do now is hope he doesn't notice. Maybe he’s as oblivious as Hoseok.

Walking up to him, he’s leaning against his car and looking at his phone. He’s wearing ripped, blue jeans and a plain white shirt that seems a bit bigger than him. Now that you're out in the sun, light shining ever so brightly, you can see some of his tattoos more clearly. With the sleeve stopping at his elbow, you can only see the lower half of his arm covered in ink. You want to see what he has, but he looks up and says, "Ready to go?"

You blink a few times, registering his words. "Where are we going?"

Pushing himself off his car, he replies, "Being in a relationship means there are times where you'll have to participate or see your partner's hobbies. I have work, so you're coming with me."

"For a tattoo?" you ask dumbly, clearly knowing that that is the obvious answer.

Yoongi only nods, gesturing to the car with a second nod of his head. "Let's go," he directs, turning his back to you and gets into his car. He's not very gentlemanly, but you get into the passenger's seat without any complaints. The car ride is quiet. It isn't one of those comfortable silence but more of a nerve wrecking silence. One where you don't know what to say or do. He doesn't even bother putting on the radio to drown out the deafening silence. You keep your attention outside the window, watching the cars, people and buildings pass by. To your luck—to the begging of this car ride to be over, Yoongi pulls into a parking lot.

He finds a spot facing the buildings. Getting out of the car you glance at the shops in front of you. A Chinese restaurant, a salon, a boutique and finally a tattoo parlor. House of Cards is written in chicken scratch above the door. There are no window decals, nothing on the doors—it’s not what you’re expecting. Then again you don't know what a tattoo shop is supposed to look like, so maybe it's supposed to be simple outside.

Locking his car, Yoongi walks around it and towards the shop's door. You can hear him fiddle with his keys before a small click sound is heard and he pushes the door open. You quickly walk up to him before he turns back at you to see that you’re still by the car. Entering the building, you’re hit with a fragrance you can't quite tell what it is. It smells familiar but you can't quite put your finger to it. The inside of the shop, however, surprisingly looks exactly like you'd expect. The walls are gray, clean wooden floors, and a lot of paintings on the walls. A counter across the room with a computer and a stack of books are on it; to your left and right are stationaries where chairs that the customer sit on, chairs for the artist, and carts stand. 

Yoongi flicks on the lights, the room illuminating in light, and walks over to the counter and starts up the computer. You stand there in silence as you watch him basically open up the shop for the day. Running the computer, checking in for work, printing something out, and so many other things you don’t understand. “Go and sit in that chair over there,” he commands, not even looking as he points to your left. You look over to see the rows of chairs, unsure as to which chair to sit on. “The chair at the very end,” he adds. 

You can only nod as you do what you’re told. Reaching the end of the aisle, you take a seat in the corner of the room, watching Yoongi from afar as he pulls out his phone and types away at his keys. You set your bag on your lap, becoming aware as to how heavy it really is. When you open it, you notice your camera sitting at the bottom barely covered by your wallet, keys and phone. You must have forgotten to take it out when you took it with you to the animal shelter. To your luck, as you turn it on, the camera is almost at full charge. 

The sound of a bell ringing catches your attention. Looking up you see the door closing as a man enters the building, smiling politely at Yoongi. You don’t even hear the bell when the man opens the door, but then again you’re maybe far enough to not hear it. The man walks up to the counter where Yoongi stands, holding out his hand as he introduces himself. “I’m Chris, you must be Yoongi.” 

Yoongi shakes Chris’s hand. “Nice to meet you, man.” Letting go of Chris’s hand, Yoongi pulls out a sheet of paper from a folder he pulls out from the counter he stands behind. “I drew this up last night and this morning. Just let me know if you like it, want things changed, and once that's done we’ll get started.” 

Chris takes the paper, looking at it carefully before his face lights up in joy and awe. “This looks amazing. It’s perfect.” He hands the paper back to Yoongi. 

Yoongi nods. “Great. Just go ahead and sit over there where my friend is sitting while I get this ready to go.” 

Chris looks over to your area, muttering something to Yoongi that you can't hear before he walks towards you. He smiles as he reaches the end of the aisle. “Hello,” he tells you, unsure as to where he should be standing or sitting. He looks down at your camera on your lap and asks, “Are you here to take pictures?” 

You glance down at your camera. You don’t want to tell him that you’re just here to awkwardly watch him get his tattoo, so you lie, “Yeah. I hope you don’t mind, but I’ll mainly be taking pictures of the artist for his album and for him to post on the website." You know all artists have photo albums for the customers to use, but do they have a website? They should. It's the 21st century and social media is everywhere and used consistently. "I hope you don't mind that I'm here," you say, tone apologetic.

He shakes his head. "Nah it's cool. If anything, can I have a photo to post on my Insta?"

You can't help but eagerly nod. You've never had someone want a photo you’ve taken before; it makes you feel like you're a professional photographer. "Of course. I'll show you some of the pictures I took once you're done getting your tattoo."

"Great!" Chris says enthusiastically, a huge smile growing on his face. You can't stop the one spreading on yours as the artist himself comes up to the two of you. You and Chris watch him as he pulls out the rubbing alcohol, a few towels, and a razor.

"Go ahead and take a seat on the bed," Yoongi says in a direct tone as he continues to get everything ready for today's session. Ah, so that's what it's called. Turning to look at it as Chris gets on the black furniture, you can see how it's a bed, but it also looks like a chair. Maybe it can be called either or; maybe you're overthinking this. Walking over to Chris, Yoongi takes a seat in his rolling chair, tapping the customer's leg for him to lie on his side so that he can probably shave his leg. You’re correct as you watch Yoongi put cream on Chris's leg and begin to shave.

Once he’s done shaving the area where the tattoo should be, you watch in awe as Yoongi cleans the area with rubbing alcohol and finally puts the outline of the tattoo on the shaved part of the leg. Yoongi smooths it down, grabbing a corner of the paper with his gloved hand and slowly pulls it back, revealing the outline of a hooded figure holding a scythe. At least that's what you're guessing since it's hard to tell what is holding the scythe, but since usually the Grim Reaper holds the scythe, that's your assumption.

Yoongi gets to work, a low buzzing filling the silence as he brings the machine to Chris's skin, beginning the process. You subtly adjust your camera, watching Yoongi so that he doesn't catch you snapping a photo of him and his customer. However, as you get more into finding good angles and getting the details he’s focusing on, Yoongi is staring at you as you zoom out. Chris is talking about something as Yoongi wipes some of the ink away with a paper towel. You almost blurt an apology, but remember that you have to play it off that you're supposed to be doing this. Still, you can feel it at the tip of your tongue. To your luck Yoongi doesn't seem to care as he turns his attention back to his work. Taking that to your advantage you continue your work.

As you zoom in again, your engrossment goes from the art on Chris's leg to the art on Yoongi's arm. From around the elbow you can see a basketball, but it looks flat and falling apart as pieces of the basketball fall and turn into music notes. There’s an old microphone, the cord wrapping around his arm and creating words you can’t read. Closer to his wrist is a piece that looks like his skin is ripped, revealing piano keys underneath. You figure the lower half of his arm is about his passion for music, but you wonder what the deteriorating basketball means. You want to see his entire arm; what his shirt covers and what you can’t see from where you’re sitting. 

You’re never going to have that opportunity to see his arm though. He’ll never let you see. So, you continue to take pictures of the two of them, thoughts still wandering to the sleeved arm.

Hours go by and your legs are begging to be stretched and to walk around. The tattoo is more detailed as time goes by and you’re amazed as to how real it looks. The Grim Reaper has its head down, the hood covering its face only revealing an open mouth with smoke coming out. It stands there looking tall and ready to strike with the scythe pointing down and towards you if you stand in front of it. It’s amazing how art can be captured in so many ways. 

By the time Yoongi is done, giving a final wipe at the ink, Chris is eager to see the finale. Yoongi points to a mirror at the front of the building standing next to the counter. You watch as Chris almost skips to the mirror as Yoongi begins to pack up. 

“This is great!” Chris gushes, looking at his tattoo with such an excited look on his face. He turns back to the two of you. “Can you take a picture of it for me?” he asks, looking to only you. You fumble with your words, none of it making any sense as you quickly walk over to him, getting to one knee and take a few shots of his new piece. He fishes in his pocket, pulling out a few bills and placing two in your hand, never giving you a chance to say anything. He looks behind you at Yoongi and questions, "How much do I owe you?" 

You’re trying to figure out what to say in order to give the money back, but Chris's demeanor is one that says he won't be taking that money back. So you hesitantly put it in your pocket as Chris pays Yoongi before he smiles, waves and leaves the two of you alone in the shop. Yoongi makes his way over to his station, cleaning up and putting things away. You awkwardly stand in place and watch, unsure as to what you should do. 

“So if you didn’t have your camera, what would you normally be doing?” he suddenly inquires, putting things in an open drawer. 

You think for a second before answering, “Watch you work?” It’s more of a question rather than an answer because you don’t know what you’d be doing.

“So you’d still sit in silence,” he foretells. 

“It takes me a while to be chatty with someone,” you defend, tone obviously offended by his statement. “It’s not like you were talking up a storm.” 

“When I find someone worth talking to, I’ll make conversation, but I was more focused on getting the tattoo done right rather than listen to what’s-his-name talk about his favorite show for three hours straight.” Yoongi places the final object in a drawer, closing it and finally looking at you. “Friday is when the dorm’s having a big party downstairs. That day you’re going to come to my room so I can teach you about body parts—more specifically the male penis and how to give a decent handjob.” 

You almost drop your camera.

Unexpected Confession

Jungkook x reader | pg13 | oneshot | high school au | basketball | fluff | swearing | slight bullying | violence

Word: 5.7k

You gathered up the courage to confess your feelings, but it seems everyone in school knows about it before you could even find him

“You’re really going to do it?” your friend asks, looking at you through the bathroom mirror in shock as you wash your hands. “You’re actually going to confess to one of the most popular students in this school?”

“Don’t scare me. I’ve already told myself six times today that I was going to confess.” You turn off the faucet, grabbing a paper towel from the dispenser. “Even if he rejects me and I can never look at him again,” you mumble. 

“Y/N,” Aleah begins, blocking your exit from the bathroom with her arms spread out to her sides, “you’re about to confess to Jungkook, the basketball and baseball playing hottie. You understand his ex will not be happy to hear about this since she’s protective of everything.” 

You frown. “He’s in basketball?” 

Aleah sighs, rolling her eyes as well. “Yes he’s in basketball! How do you not know? You go to his baseball games,” she claims. 

“I have NOSB, so I’m usually at the club preparing for the competition,” you disclose, pushing one of her arms down to get past her and out the door. 

She groans, “You are such a—are you sure you want to do this?” 

“It’s now or never,” you whisper. Your friend can only sigh in response, patting your back as the two of you part ways. “See you at lunch,” you call out to her, walking down the hall towards your chemistry class.

You have a test today, but you didn’t study as much as you would have liked since the club leader decided to give you “homework” to do and study for a small competition Friday. You’re stressed to the point where you’re beginning to think gray hairs are appearing. You almost cried when you thought you saw one. Turns out it was the light playing tricks on your eyes. 

Entering class you take your seat, setting your bag down and pulling out a pencil. The second the last bell rings, you watch as the instructor passes the test out. You take in a deep breath. There’s nothing else you can do but try your best. 

When the test reaches your desk, you immediately begin, surprised that after you finish, you know a lot of it. Some educated guesses seem like they’re the correct answer, but you’ll have to wait and see after it's graded and passed back on Monday. For the remainder of the class you listen to the instructor go over the next lesson on ionic bonding. You listen in silence, jotting down notes as the instructor works on the white board to explain in more detail about her explanation. 

“Does anyone know if a cation gains protons to form a positive charge or does it lose electrons?” your instructor asks, a strand of her hair falling from her bun as she pushes it back, eyes scanning the room for raised hands. Looking through your notes, you raise your hand. “Y/N,” she says, giving a nod for you to answer.

“The protons in the nucleus do not change during normal chemical reactions. Only the outer electrons move. Positive charges form when electrons are lost,” you tell her, looking up from your notes to see if you’re right. 

“That is correct,” she tells you, smiling as she continues class. So, for the rest of class, you take detailed notes and do a surprisingly good job at distracting yourself from your practiced speech you’re going to tell Jungkook after school. 

Jungkook. The popular one in school. Your neighbor since your first year here when you moved to this town for your dad’s job. A few words are exchanged whenever the two of you see one another at home, and a lot of accidental gazes when you two would look out your bedroom window. You just happen to pick the bedroom right across from his. 

Jungkook plays sports, is smart in class, has a girlfriend for two years—until they broke up over the summer before school started, and lots of friends. Whenever he walks down the hall, at least half the students say something to him, and he always talks to them like they’re his best friend. You wish you had the guts to try and be his friend, but you’re always afraid. 

What if his personality is all a show and he’s a mean person? Well what a great way to figure out by confessing your feelings for him. 

You almost bang your head against your desk until you remember where you are. To your luck the bell rings to let you know that class is over and lunch has begun. Packing your belongings, you head out of the class and enter the busy hall. Aleah will be waiting at the usual table, but before you can meet her, you need to put your chemistry textbook away and swap it out for your math book. Turning down a different hall, you notice several people looking at you; some are whispering to one another. 

You try your best to ignore them as you reach your locker and put in the combination before exchanging books. Why would they be looking at you and possibly be gossiping? You’re not well known in this school, so why would you be on their minds? Maybe you're overthinking it. 

Entering the cafeteria, you stand in line to get your food. You focus your attention on the display of food in front of you, debating on what to ask for when you reach the people standing behind the counter. After getting your food and heading towards the usual table Aleah sits at, you notice her expression. 

An expression you don’t like. 

“Y/N,” she whispers, as you take a seat across from her. “Everyone knows.”

You frown in confusion. “Know what?”

She looks at you with a sad expression. “People are talking about your crush on Jungkook and the confession you’re going to make after school.” 

“What?” you ask in complete disbelief. “How do they know?” 

No wonder people are looking at you and whispering to one another. Even now as you glance around the room you can see people looking at you and laughing with one another as they talk in low voices. 

“Did you check to see if anyone was in the bathroom when you went in there?” she asks, resting her arms on the table. You can’t meet her eyes at the realization that you didn’t check. You were so nervous at telling Aleah your plan that you just forgot. “Y/N,” she says, tone comforting. 

“I’m so stupid, Aleah,” you whimper, keeping your head down. 

“You’re not stupid, Y/N. It was just a coincidence that someone was in that bathroom.”

“I heard you’re going to confess to Jungkook,” a voice interrupts. You look up to meet a pair of brown eyes. Golden brown hair, make-up packed on, and the school uniform—slightly unbuttoned and skirt higher than it needs to be. Naeun. Jungkook’s ex. “Well? Is it true?” she asks, tone demanding. 

“That’s none of your business,” Aleah tells her, defending you before you can utter a word. 

Naeun turns to look at Aleah. “Was I talking to you?” she bellows before turning back to you. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Y/N,” she begins, placing her palms on the table and leaning in close towards you, “Jungkook only needs a break from us because he needs to focus on basketball, and that doesn’t mean he’s available to anyone. Got it?” Looking you up and down with a look of disgust, she stalks off. 

“Don’t listen to her, Y/N. She’s just a bitch who’s sad she’s no longer with Jungkook,” Aleah tells you, but you can already feel it. “Oh, Y/N, don’t cry.” She reaches across the table and takes your hand in hers. “I’m gonna beat her ass—” A sudden loud bang makes you both jump. You look to see your best friend staring behind you in shock. “Holy shit,” she whispers. 

Turning around, you see two people on the floor throwing fists at one another. A crowd begins to gather, but Aleah seems to be quicker as she pulls you to your feet and drags you towards the fight. After she pushes her way through, you get a clear view of the two. You watch as Jungkook pins down the captain of the football team and punches him in the face. Bringing his fist back, Jungkook lands another hit before he is thrown off by the man beneath him. 

“I can’t believe Jungkook is fighting Aaron. They’ve been friends for years,” Aleah mumbles in confusion. “What could have happened?”

You watch as Aaron gets a few hits in before he is pulled away by security. Another appears at Jungkook’s side, holding him back from lunging at his friend. “Everybody disperse,” a loud voice booms, making you jump again. The dean walks to the center of the crowd, eyes glaring at everyone. “If you are not back to your tables and eating lunch by the time I count to three I will start giving out detention. One!” That is all everyone needs before the group breaks up and runs back to their tables.

You follow Aleah back to yours. “Man, that was scary as hell,” she tells you, shaking her head as she sits back down. 

“I’ve never heard of Jungkook fighting with anyone before. He’s always friendly with everyone.”

“Tell me about it.” Aleah takes a bite of her food. “At least we know he can fight. Did you see how bad Aaron looked? Jungkook was nowhere near that,” she laughs. 

“Still he could get into a lot of trouble and he may get suspended from school,” you worry, glancing at the hall through the open doors where Jungkook was taken down. 

Suddenly you feel a splash of some sort of liquid whip across your face. You shut your eyes, feeling the sting as a familiar voice speaks up, “This is all your fault.” 

“What the fuck, Naeun?” you can hear Aleah speak. 

You’re not listening to their argument as you rub yours eyes. You’re just grateful that she threw water and not something else that can hurt. “It’s her fault that Jungkook got into a fight. This bitch deserves more than what I gave her,” Naeun finishes. 

Rubbing your eyes, you watch her walk back to her laughing table. You can hear Aleah talking to you, but you’re so pent-up in your anger you don’t listen to her as you grab your plate full of your mashed potatoes with gravy and storm towards her. No one stops you. No one does anything as you grab her by the shoulder, spin her around, and smash the paper plate on her face, some of the food flying from the impact. 

Watching the plate slide off her face, the ringing in your ears has finally stopped and you stand in a room filled with shocked eyes and silence. Naeun wipes the food from her eyes and you realize you’ve never seen someone look as pissed off as she does. “You’re fucking dead,” she says, ready to lunge but stops short at the deans voice.

The two of you turn to see him standing at the doorway. “Y/N, my office. Naeun, clean yourself up and come to my office.” It’s then you can feel your heart drop and the fear kick in. You’re in so much trouble. 

“Here, Y/N.” You turn to see Aleah handing you your bag. “That was fucking awesome by the way. Text me later.” 

Taking your bag from your friend, you follow the dean with heavy strides. You’ve never been in trouble before. What exactly happens when people get into trouble? Does he yell? You’re sensitive. You’ll cry if he yells at you. Hell, you’re already on the verge of crying. 

Entering the office, he points to the line of chairs outside his door. You do as you’re told and sit down. You’re trying your hardest not to cry in front of the receptionist at the desk, but you can already feel your body shaking and your eyes going blurry. You look down, pretending to fix something on your somewhat wet skirt. You don’t realize how wet your hair and shirt are until droplets begin to fall from the ends of your hair. 

Everything is a big mess, and so the tears begin to fall. Some fall on your hand while some roll down your cheeks. You sniffle as you quickly wipe at your warm cheeks. A pair of shoes come into your line of sight followed by a towel draping over your head. You look up to see Jungkook kneeling down to meet you at an almost eye level. 

There’s a Band-Aid above his left eyebrow, his left eye slightly purple. Other than that, he looks the same to you. His hair is a mess from probably running his hands through it out of frustration. After developing a crush, and having him in a few classes, you couldn’t help but notice the little things. 

“For you to dry yourself,” he says, gesturing to the towel on top of your head. 

“Thank you,” you whisper, voice cracking just a bit. You begin to dry your hair, wiping at your tears as well. 

“I’m sorry about Naeun,” he tells you, giving an apologetic smile. 

You shake your head. “It’s not your fault.”

“In a way it is. Even though we aren’t together, every person she hurts is my fault because we’re not together…” he trails off. “If that makes sense.” 

“Jungkook. I thought I told you not to leave until I say so.” Looking behind him, you see the school nurse standing in the hallway with her arms crossed over her chest in annoyance. 

Jungkook sighs. “Guess that’s my que to leave,” he mumbles, looking back to meet your eyes. “Can I walk you home after school?”

You can feel your heart racing. “I may not be here after school. He might throw—I mean kick me out before then,” you tell him, fumbling over your words a bit. 

He smiles. A smile that makes him scrunch his nose and remind you of a small animal. “I don’t think he’ll do that. If I can get off with a warning, then I’m positive you’ll get off with one, too.” 

“Jungkook!” the nurse yells. 

“I’ll see you after school.” He gets up to his feet and follows the nurse back down the hall. He turns around, walking backwards as he cups his hands around his mouth. “At your locker,” he calls, grinning and waving at you before turning back and around and following the nurse out of sight. 

You can’t help but smile, cheeks turning pink and a flutter in your stomach. You feel more at ease by his words. Maybe you won’t get into trouble, but it seems the dean caught you in the act of smashing food in her face. Just you pulling an act.

So, you wait and wait. Five minutes turns to forty and still no sign of the dean coming out of his office. Even as Naeun comes in ready to pounce you, the dean does not call either of you in for another hour. Every now and then you’ll glance in Naeun’s direction from across the room, but you always look away when you realize she’s glaring at you. 

“Naeun,” the dean says. You look up and watch him gesture with his finger for her to follow. Naeun gets up from her seat and follows him inside his office, the door closing. 

And so again, you wait. You glance at the clock, watching as time ticks closer and closer to the last bell. Will he ever call you to discuss your punishment? It’s giving you anxiety as time ticks on.

Finally, to your relief and fear, Naeun storms out of the room, not even looking at you as she leaves the building. You look to his office door, watching him step out and look down towards you. "Come in," he addresses, walking back into his office. You get up, feeling your legs shake and hands clutching the towel as you enter the room.

You've been in his office numerous times, but never for getting in trouble. You're usually in here with questions about the club competition and the funding to get there, but never to get yelled at. You can feel yourself on the verge of crying again, but you blink them back, not wanting to look like a child in front of the one who can expel you.

"Take a seat Y/N," he says, taking a seat at his chair behind his desk. You immediately sit down, watching him as he picks up a light brown file folder from his desk. Opening it, his eyes scan whatever is in that folder. "I am quite surprised by what I saw earlier today," he states, not even looking up at you.

"I am so sorry, Sir," you croak. "I-I don't know what came over me—I just lost it. She threw water at me and started telling me it's my fault, and I just couldn't take it—but that doesn't excuse my behavior." You’re a babbling mess.

"I saw everything, Y/N. I know what happened." He finally looks up to meet your blurred eyes. "Jungkook told me to stay behind "just in case" as he put it, and I was surprised to see that he was correct." He closes the folder, leaning back in his seat. "I'm not going to suspend you or put you in detention. I'm just going to ask you to not do that again. You're a good student and I don't want you to ruin your chances of going to the competition in February. So"—he clears his throat, leaning forward and interlocks his fingers together on his desk—"I'm going to let you off with a warning, okay?"

You nod vigorously. "I promise I'll never do anything to end up in this situation again." The dean nods, shooing you off with his hand. You get up, thanking him like your life depends on it as you leave his office. When you’re out of the room, you feel so relieved and so exhausted from trying not to cry.

How was Jungkook able to guess that you wouldn't get into trouble? You'll have to thank him when school—

Right on cue the bell rings, indicating that school is over. You grab your bag from the chair where you left it on, draping it over your head and telling the woman behind the receptionist desk goodbye. You walk out the door and into the hall filled with students eager to get out of the building and home. Making your way towards your locker, feeling excited to see Jungkook standing there, you’re trying your best not to run.

You don't get that far when you are stopped by your best friend. "How did it go?" she asks, pulling you to the side to avoid the busy hall. “Are you suspended?” 

You shake your head, feeling the biggest smile grow on your face. "I got off with a warning."

"That's great because do I have news for you," she says, looking around. She turns to you and tells you in a low voice, "I was told that the reason Jungkook got into a fight with Aaron was because Aaron was making fun of you and your confession you planned on doing. Jungkook just... jumped him."

"Really?" you ask, voice loud and completely shocked.

"Shh! Yes!"

"I can't believe he'd do that. He could have gotten in so much trouble," you say more to yourself than to her.

"He didn't get in trouble?" Aleah questions, shock written all over her face.

"Yeah. He got off with a warning like I did," you tell her.

"Holy fuck," she laughs. "So, the only two that got suspended were Naeun and Aaron."

“Wait, they got suspended, but Jungkook and I didn’t?”

“Hilarious right?” Aleah laughs as if she told you the funniest joke she has ever heard. You’ve never seen her laugh so hard to the point where tears begin to form and fall. You shake your head in defeat. “Oh, c’mon. Don’t tell me you don’t find this funny,” she argues, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“I don’t have time to laugh. Although I don’t get why Aaron was suspended when Jungkook was the one who initiated the fight,” you wonder. A group of laughing teenagers walk by as Aleah shakes her head. 

“I was told he already did things that were just piling up because he’s the captain of the football team.” Aleah shrugs, gaze wandering off to the crowd walking past. Some towards the exit while others head towards their clubs or to practice. “It’s stupid that they took so long to suspend him, but are you ready to go?” she asks, turning towards you. 

The two of you usually go to the park and hang out for a while before going home. You two either gossip or do homework that one of your instructors gave you. You’re always there for each other. Whether it be in friendship or in homework, you always help one another out. Today, however, you’re not going to follow her to the park. You feel bad, but knowing her, she’ll be pushing you towards your locker.

"I can't today," you tell her, feeling giddy.

"Why?"

You took in a deep, shaky breath. "Jungkook asked to walk me home." You watch as her eyes go wide. "He's waiting for me at my locker," you finish.

Just as you predicted, Aleah is pushing you in the direction of your locker. "Well don't keep him waiting! Hurry up and go!" You laugh, walking on your own. "If he does anything to you that you don't like, let me know and I'll go kick his ass okay?" she yells.

You turn around to look at her encouraging smile. "I'll let you know the second I'm home what happened!" you call back, waving to her before turning back around and making your way towards your locker.

Reaching your hall, it’s empty except for Jungkook. You can see him leaning against the lockers, looking down at his shoes as he kicks imaginary dust. You can't help but imagine what it would be like if he were to wait for you every day to walk you home. Like he’s your boyfriend. Holding your hand, listening to you talk about your classes, as you listen to him about his practices—you’d even wait for him after practice when you didn't have your club meeting. He’ll smile at you with that scrunch he does with his nose, give you a kiss on your cheek, and eventually your lips.

You shake your head of those thoughts, ignoring the racing of your heart as you make your way down the hall towards him. When you’re close enough, he looks up to meet your eyes. He smiles and you swear you see the light around him shine brighter. "Did you get in trouble?" he asks.

"Ah, n-no. I got off with a warning like you said I would."

He smiles even brighter. How is that even possible? "Told you," he begins, pushing off the locker, "You had nothing to worry about."

"But you did," you counter, remembering what Aleah told you. "You could have gotten suspended for starting a fight."

"But I got a warning," he returns.

"You didn't have to do that for me. All people do is talk, but never do anything," you exclaim, shifting from one foot to the other.

"But I didn't like the way he was talking about you," he speaks under his breath, but you hear him, and you’re at a loss for words on how to respond to that. You've never had anyone defend you the way he did. You want to hug him. "Shall we head home?" He takes a step forward, looking at you to see if you'll follow. You quickly do, walking alongside him as the two of you head towards the door that leads to the front of the school.

The walk is silent, neither of you saying anything to one another. It's not that you don’t mind. You enjoy the feeling of walking beside him. Just knowing that you can walk with him just this once is enough for you. Even if he rejects you because Jungkook is the nicest person you have ever met. He always treats you like everyone else. He's never rude and always says hello when the two of you see one another at home or even at school.

"So, um," he begins, clearing his throat, "I heard about the rumors..."

Your heart stops. Hell, even you stop in your tracks. You’re not ready for his response. "I'm sorry," you sputter. "You can just ignore everything that you heard. It—it was..." What can you think of as an excuse? You were so confident in telling him your feelings, but now that you're standing in front of him with him asking you about it, you lost your nerve. All your confidence is gone.

"Oh," he says, looking a bit disappointed. Did he want to hear it from you?

He says nothing else as he continues to walk ahead. You jog to catch up. What do you say? What are you supposed to do? It seems like you ruined the entire walk because you were going to confess to him. You want to hit yourself.

For the rest of the walk you glance at him to see what sort of expression he has, but you can't read him. You have no idea what he’s thinking and all it does is make you more nervous. Eventually, your house comes into view and you still have no answer. Just a feeling of frustration for yourself. You reach your house first, the two of you stopping at the walkway leading towards your front door.

"Thank you," you tell him, looking anywhere but at him.

"It's no problem. We live next door."

You shake your head. "No," you begin, gathering the courage to meet his eyes, "Thank you for defending me. No one has ever done that for me—well, except for Aleah, but no one has ever gotten into a fight for me."

Jungkook shrugs. "Well, Aaron is an ass, and he shouldn't be talking bad about someone he doesn't know."

You nod in understanding. "I appreciate it and I'm sorry you got hurt in the process." Silence follows after. The two of you seem to have nothing else to say. "Well, I should go in." You gesture to your house with your thumb. Walking up the walkway you tell him, "Bye." He waves as you turn your back to him, glancing at your windows to see if your parents are watching. Thankfully no one is peeking through the curtains.

"What if," he calls. You turn back around to see him still standing in the same spot. "What if"—he whispers to himself—"I want to hear the rumors." He takes in a deep breath. "From you."

"W-what do you mean?" you stutter.

Jungkook glances at your house behind you before walking up to you. "What if I want to hear what you have to say?" He looks down. "Will you tell me?"

You feel like you’re going to throw up. What is happening? He wants to hear your confession? What could that mean?

You're a mess. You're a huge mess.

What surprises you and him is when you say, "I like you." Oh God. You want to run in the house and hide forever. You're never going to go to school again. You're going to move countries—

"Me too."

You look back up to meet his eyes, blinking a few times. "What?"

You can see his eyes widen in shock, as if he just realized what he said. "I-I said I like you, too."

"Really?" He nods. "When?"

"Since you moved next door." He scratches the back of his neck, clearly unsure as to what to do, but you're just as lost as he is. "What about you?" he suddenly questions.

"Same," you reply.

He giggles and you swear your heart is going to explode. "I didn't know you liked me. If I did, I wouldn't have stuck with Naeun for so long. When I heard the rumor, I never felt so happy," he confesses.

"I didn't think you'd like me back," you admit. Why are you acting like this was a casual conversation?

"That's crazy. You're smart, beautiful, funny, the sweetest person I've ever met. Your smile is contagious." You can feel the heat on your cheeks, and it seems Jungkook notices it, too. "Come to my game Friday?"

You want to say 'yes', but instead you say, "I have a club meeting. We usually don't finish until nine."

He hums in response. "Your NOSB club meeting?" You’re shocked that he knoww but you nod in response. "I understand. You have a competition to win, so study hard okay?" You nod again, completely baffled that he knows what club you’re in. He nods as well, glancing at your house once more. “I should go,” he tells you. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” You really wish you can do anything but nod. Sadly that is all you do seeing as your voice is betraying you. Smiling, Jungkook leans in, pressing his lips to your cheek to give you a quick kiss. 

You’re frozen in place, watching him quickly head towards his house, not even glancing at you. Touching the spot where his lips once were, you can’t contain the smile spreading as you head inside. Wait till you tell Aleah. 

“What do underwater earthquakes, landslides, volcanic eruptions, or explosions generate?” Macy, the club leader, questions. 

Jiyeon, standing at the opposite side of the room to be your opponent answers, “Whirlpools.” 

Macy shakes her head. “That is incorrect.” She turns to look at you. “Y/N you get to answer.” 

You think back to your study notes. “Tsunamis,” you answer. 

“Correct!” Macy says with a proud tone in her voice. 

Your club is currently split into two groups, practicing for the competition. You just got your team in the lead as you go to sit down and watch another member go up to the podium to answer the following question. You’re trying your best to focus on the questions, but your eyes keep glancing at the clock above the whiteboard and thoughts go back to the kiss and Jungkook admitting to having the same feelings as you. It’s like a dream come true. Never in a million years would you expect Jungkook to feel the same way, but he does and you are jovial. All you want to do is go to him, see him smile at you, hold your hand, hug you, and so much more. 

“Correct,” Macy yells, bringing you back to the room. She collects the flashcards she used for questions from the desk she sits at. “Well we went past our usual time,” she announces, getting up from the desk. “Make sure you get home safely if you’re not going to take the bus.” 

You glance at the clock one last time seeing that it is 9:05. You look up estimated times as to how long games are, and there is a slight possibility that the game may be playing still. You grab your belongings, casually waving bye and making your way out the door. The second you hear the door close, you sprint down the hall. The basketball game is on the other side of the school, so you’ll have to run the entire way just to try and make it to what's left of the game or to an empty court.

You run as fast and as hard as you can, legs burning, air coming out in short and desperate breaths. Rounding the corner, you almost slip but manage to regain your balance and continue to run. To your surprise you can hear the crowd cheering from the closed doors at the end of the hall. That means the game is still playing. Pulling open one of the doors you walk in until you’re standing next to the bleachers, a clear view of the game. Jungkook stands in the center of the court, yelling at his teammates. Within the crowd of moving players, the ball is passed to Jungkook. He glances around in front of him, seeming to look around for an opening. He mutters to himself before staring ahead and jumping up, tossing the ball.

You watch the ball fly across the court, hitting the rim once, twice—swish! The crowd erupts in cheers, the team members surrounding Jungkook as he yells in victory, fist in the air. You clap along with the crowd as some go to the center of the court and others leaving, talking about the game. You've never seen a basketball game, but from the way everyone is cheering so loudly you would have loved to have gone to one of his games; sit in the crowd, cheer when shots are made and boo when the opposing team does something. You don't know a lot about basketball, but you're willing to learn for him.

Jungkook's eyes meet yours from within the huge group surrounding him. He smiles brightly at you and your breath catches in your throat. He pushes his way through, jogging up to you. "You made it!" He’s sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead.

You exhale, "I didn't make it in time. I just saw the last shot, but I missed everything else. I'm sorry—" You’re cut off by his lips meeting yours. You feel yourself melting as you close your eyes, feeling his soft lips move against yours before pulling away.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have done that," he whispers against your lips. It seems as though he doesn't want to stop, even as he apologizes. You cup his cheeks, pressing your lips against his once more. It’s like a million butterflies fluttering in your stomach, the sound of the cheering people disappearing, and all there is in this building is you and him. He pulls away again, this time further but not far enough as you feel his breath against your lips as he asks, "Would you like to go on a date?"

You open your eyes to meet his. Smiling, you tell him, “Yes.”

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