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Born This Way 2 (m)
Pairing – [Hybrid! Jimin and Jeongguk x Human! Reader (fem.)]
Genre – [Hybrid AU, Smut]
Summary – [It’s been almost four months now that you bought your hybrids from that bitch and had them tied to chairs. You had lots of fun. You’re happy that they seem to like being here with you. Or– Jimin and Jeongguk have been thriving under your care – the healthy glow is on both of their skins, taken care of both physically and mentally – and they’re very serious about always paying your kindness back tenfold.]
Warnings – [Character Development, Smut, (M x M, M x F) (!) threesome, oral (f x m), cunnilingus, sub!jiguk, soft dom!reader (very soft for her boys), guk has tattoos and lip piercing, shy!guk, lots of kisses, lots of tongues and spit used, hair pulling, cum swapping, fingering, handjob and blowjob (m x m), oral (m x m), praise (o.c. it’s for jimin), bunny!guk, cat!jimin (and he certainly gots the cream), clit rubbing, female masturbation, they watch each other a lot, begging, guided deep throating (m x m), throatpie and creampie(s), dirty talk, pet names (kitty, bunny, honey, baby etc.), cum play, cute and sexy time, unprotected sex (be safe!), double vaginal penetration, size kink, cock worship, cockriding, french kissing, belly bulge]
Word Count – [4k] – of filth!
Author note. We might meet again in part 3? Who knows.
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Tonight | PJM One-Shot (Teaser)
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Pairing: Jimin x Reader ft. Jungkook (mentions of Taehyung)
Genre: fluff, slight angst, idol!Jimin au, idol! Jungkook au, bar au, strangers to lovers, romance, new york au, one-shot
Audience: 18+
Warnings: alcohol consumption, kissing, intimacy, touching, mentions of anxieties, deceit, brief inner turmoil, slightly NSFW
Word count: 5.4k + (still being edited)
Summary: During a visit to New York, Jimin stops in front of a bar in passing and takes notice of you inside; lonely, gloomy, and so beautiful. He’s immediately drawn to you and can’t shake the image of you. He returns later that night, hoping he can still meet you. But will you feel the same way?
“Are you lonely?”
I been feeling like I deserve somebody And you burn so bright you can blind somebody
Song: flight of the stars
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A/N: hi! i’ve been working on this little one-shot for a bit now. it’s a lot different from my other fic which you can find in my master list and will be linked below as well. i wanted to try something a little more lighthearted and i’ve always daydreamed of running into Jimin at a bar, don't ask me why lol. i came up with something short and sweet that you will hopefully enjoy! thank you for being here! i am grateful you’ve decided to give me and my work a chance. i hope to finish this soon and share it with you!
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my other Jimin one-shot: Saw You in a Dream
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Baby Talk - Part IV
Holy wow did it take me a minute to get here. I apologize for such a delay in posting this.
But thank you to @knjsnoona (Amelia) for doing the banner again, it turned out so perfect I love it! Thank you so much!
And thank you to Ryn @queenofthedamnit who puts up with me on the daily. Love you bbs!
Pairing: Jikook X Reader (Jimin X Reader X Jungkook)
Genre: Surrogacy!AU, Polyamorous!AU, Romance. (Future Smut)
Warnings: Profanity, smoking *cigarettes*, kidnapping, a doctor being a lil boob, threatening a pregnant woman (If I forgot any please let me know).
Words: 8k
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You’d hit the 16 week mark and the boys were begging for you to get another ultrasound so they could see the babies better. And by the boys, you mean Jungkook.
“Please Y/N! I want to see them, they’re so small here. I know they’re getting bigger, look at you!” Jungkook cooed, palming your stomach gently. You huffed before nodding slowly.
“Alright alright, make the appointment and I’ll go,” you sighed, rubbing your face in exhaustion. You hadn’t been sleeping well recently, cramps and insomnia running rampant through your body.
Jimin came over with some food for you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.
“Here you are, Y/N, bagel with cream cheese and mustard,” he smiled brightly.
“You’re so sweet, thank you,” you smiled.
“I’m sweet too! Why don’t you compliment me?” Jungkook pouted. You rolled your eyes and laughed.
“Kook, honestly,” you laughed. However, you froze in panic as you realized Jimin’s nickname for his partner slipped out of your lips.
Ohfuckohfuckohfuck
“You are sweet kookie, but, I win currently because I’m the most recent bringer of food, I get extra points,” Jimin smirked.
Your heart eased at the fact Jimin brushed over the blatant use of Jungkook’s pet name. But, there was still a thrumming in your veins. Panic thickening in your throat.
“I demand a recount,” Jungkook frowned. Jimin just smiled and rubbed his fingers over Jungkook’s face to soothe him.
Your fingers itched to do the same…
Ever since Jimin’s episode, you’ve felt so much closer to the two of them. The vulnerability and affection was getting harder to hide on your part. You were even starting to see something from them as well.
Or was it you wanting to see it, and making it appear?
You sighed and looked at your phone, a message coming across the screen.
UNKNOWN: you better watch your back you ungrateful bitch.
Ice cold fear trickled down your spine at the harsh words.
W-Who was this?
“Y/N? Honey, are you okay? You just lost all the color in your face,” Jungkook said, coming to your side.
“Do you want to go to the doctor now? I’m sure if we called we could get in,” Jimin said, picking up his phone.
“I-I’m okay, just, wave of nausea,” you waved them off. They didn’t need to worry about this.
“I’m still gonna call, get you an appointment for later this week,” Jimin said, heading towards the living room. You nodded and watched him leave, Jungkook coming over to your side shortly after.
“You sure you’re feeling alright?” he asked, placing his chin on his hand as he gazed at you.
Your heart stammered at his features, bright eyes that lingered over your face. Sharp jaw that made you just want to weep. His cute button nose and petal pink lips that were simply calling your name...
But, you swallowed your thoughts and gave him a tired smile.
“Just sleepy, babies aren’t getting any smaller,” you joked.
“They most certainly are not,” he smiled, looking down at your swelling tummy. You blushed lightly, before Jimin came back into the room with an easy grin on his face.
“They got you in for today. Sorry, I can’t help but worry,” Jimin said, biting his lip.
You sighed but nodded regardless.
“Today is fine, I just need to take a shower before we go. When is it?” you asked.
“About three hours,” he said, checking his phone again.
“Okay, I’m gonna go get cleaned up then,” you said, pushing yourself to your feet and holding your belly protectively. You didn’t catch the adoring eyes of both men as they watched you hobble to the bathroom.
You were feeling a little faint before getting in the shower, you weren’t going to lie. But, you didn’t eat the food Jimin made for you, so you were probably struggling with the blood sugar drop. You’d eat after you got out of the shower, you reasoned.
Carefully, you stepped into the shower and turned on the water. Waiting for it to warm up, you looked down at your stomach. Your heart clenched as you put your hands on your belly with a delicate hand. You knew these kids weren’t going to be yours legally, but they were your biologically.
Would they take them away from you right at birth?
Or would you get to hold them?
Would Jimin and Jungkook be there for the birth? Would they help you?
Jimin and Jungkook had mentioned something about a birth plan and they wanted you to tell them what you needed, but you weren’t really sure. You’d never been pregnant before, you didn’t know what to expect.
Fear slid down your throat and settled in your chest uncomfortably. You tried not to panic, but it was becoming harder. The walls of the shower were closing in and everything felt too real, too much, it was overwhelming you.
You quickly finished your shower and shakily climbed out, wrapping a towel around yourself and leaning heavily against the counter.
The lights were so bright, and the mirror seemed to be warping and bulging.
You tried to splash some water on your face, to shock you and bring you back down but it only proved to agitate you further.
Suddenly, nausea ripped through you, causing you to double over the toilet in misery. It’d been a while since you’d gotten sick, you hoped it wouldn’t result in an episode of dry heaving. That was the worst.
You threw up whatever was left in your stomach and leaned your head back against the wall. You whimpered in discomfort, back straining slightly.
“Y/N? Are you in here?” Jimin’s voice echoed through your room.
“M-Min,” you said, unable to get his full name out of your dry throat.
“Sweetie?” Jimin’s voice carried.
“H-Here,” you croaked, turning your head to look at the door.
Slowly, it opened and Jimin walked inside. His features changed from confusion to worry in a matter of seconds.
“Y/N, what happened?” he asked, coming forward and kneeling down next to you. You just sniveled into his shoulder.
“Jimin? Y/N?”
Jungkook walked in a moment later, seeing you on the floor and immediately fussing.
“What are you doing down there sweet girl? Are you not feeling well?” Jungkook asked, reaching over Jimin and placing a gentle hand on your sweaty forehead.
“I’ll call the doctor and tell them we’re coming in now,” Jimin said, standing up.
“Yeah, that’s probably for the best,” Jungkook said, taking his spot and wrapping his arm around your shoulder.
“Jungkook, can you make sure she can get dressed and I’ll call the doctor and get the car,” Jimin said, heading out the door.
“Come on, Y/N, let’s get you dressed,” Jungkook said, helping you to your feet. Your knees felt wobbly but you could lean on Jungkook if you felt too unsteady. Hands on your elbows he led you out into your bedroom, helping you sit down on the bed before turning towards your closet.
You tried to keep yourself from feeling too embarrassed but, you couldn’t help the blush that rose to your cheeks. Jungkook pulled a few pieces of clothing out and placed them on the bed for you.
“Can you get dressed yourself? Or do you want me to help?” he asked.
“I can do it,” you said, pulling on the outfit carefully.
You managed to do most of the work, only needing Jungkook to help you with the shoes. Slowly, the two of you made it out of your room. Jimin was waiting with the car keys.
“Come on sweetheart, let’s get you and the babies checked out, huh?” Jimin’s caring voice came through your ears.
You let the pair of them lead you to the car, where you rode in silence for most of the way. Jungkook and Jimin were in the front, holding each other’s hands as they drove. Jimin behind the wheel today.
Jungkook was simply scrolling through his phone mindlessly, but you knew it was a nervous habit of his. He wasn’t good with people so when he was uncomfortable he’d pick up his phone to avoid unnecessary conversation.
But you knew he was a phenomenal listener, he was always attentive when you or Jimin was talking. Giving you his full attention, even if you didn’t think what you were talking about was important. It was important to him because you were saying it.
Eventually, you made it to the doctor’s office.
Jimin held the door open for you as Jungkook took your hands to help you down.
You walked into the clinic and did all your paperwork, answering the questionnaires and signing on the dotted line as it were.
And sooner, rather than later, you were back in the examination room.
Dr. Heinz came in, nodding to both men before looking you over quickly.
“Hello Mr. Jeon, Mr. Park. Hope you two are doing well. Miss Y/N, what brings you in today? My nurse said you were having some troubling symptoms,” Dr. Heinz said, sitting down.
Shifting in your seat on the table you bit your lip. You didn’t want to make the boys worry, but your pregnancy was seeming to be a little more difficult than necessary.
“Well, I’ve been having dizzy spells, insomnia, some cramping and nausea,” you listed, looking at your knees.
“I see, and does the nausea ever lead to vomiting?” Dr. Heinz asked.
“Yes,” you answered, fiddling with your thumbs.
Jimin could tell you were nervous. You were fidgeting so bad, you really only did that when you were upset or uncomfortable. Jimin didn’t like that you were so troubled. He looked at Jungkook and they shared a similar look of worry.
“And the cramping, where is it occurring? And give me a level of 1-10 how painful it is, 10 being excruciating and 1 being hardly noticeable” he said, grabbing some gloves from the drawer.
“I-I’d say probably a 6?” you said, sounding unsure.
“A 6 huh?” the doctor said, pulling his gloves on and walking towards you.
“Yeah,” you mumbled.
“Alright Miss Y/N, I’m gonna put this pillow down and you can rest back on it okay? Just gonna do a brief examination okay? If anything hurts or is uncomfortable please say so right away,” he soothed. You nodded and laid down when he put the pillow in place.
He simply started with gentle pressure on your stomach, nothing too painful but a little uncomfortable. You winced when he pushed on your side, making him glance up at your face.
“Does that hurt?” he asked, removing his hand respectfully.
“I-It’s sore,” you murmured.
“Alright,” he said, moving your hips slightly to ease the ache.
After a few more minutes of examining you he sighed and took his gloves off.
“Is she okay?” Jimin asked, holding Jungkook’s hand tightly.
“I need to do a pelvic examination, Miss Y/N do you wish for them to leave the room?” he asked.
“A-Ah, that’s alright, they can stay if they want,” you flushed.
In all honesty, you didn’t want to be alone for this. It was scary enough already.
“It’ll be alright. Pelvic exams are very common early in the pregnancy. I’m surprised you haven’t gotten one yet at 16 weeks. I’ll do my best to make it quick,” Dr. Heinz comforted.
“Okay,” you said, frowning.
“Do you want me to hold your hand?” Jungkook asked, standing up. On instinct you reached out for him.
“Ye-”
“Oh that’s not necessary Mr. Jeon, it’ll be just a few moments,” Dr. Heinz said, preparing the exam table, not looking up at you.
You swallowed hard and put your hand back, biting into your lower lip with frustration. Jungkook cleared his throat and sat down again, giving the doctor an unreadable expression.
The doctor had you remove your undergarments, having you place them on the counter. You got back up on the table and situated yourself before the doctor came back with all the materials he’d need to perform the exam.
“Okay Miss Y/N, I’m going to perform a pelvic exam now. If something hurts or is uncomfortable please let me know okay? I’m just going to prep you with some lubricant, alright?” he said, opening the tube and placing a generous amount on his fingers before pushing them forward into you.
The stretch was sharp and you breathed in quickly at the intrusion.
“Just take some deep breaths for me, Miss Y/N,” Dr. Heinz said.
“T-That hurts a bit,” you winced, trying not to be a pain but it really was more uncomfortable than you thought necessary.
“Alright one moment,” the doctor said, adding more lubricant and continuing with the examination.
He felt around for a few more moments before pulling back and wiping his hand clean.
“Alright, everything feels normal to me. Now I just need to take a look,” he said, discarding his old gloves and grabbing new ones.
Your breathing was shaky and your hands were sweating. Both men recognized your distress and wanted to jump at the doctor in fury. Jimin’s knuckles were white on the arm rest of the chair and Jungkook’s eyes were swimming with fire.
He was hurting you.
He was making you uncomfortable and upset.
They were livid.
Just as the doctor was about to push the speculum in, Jungkook stood from his seat and took your hand in his. Dr. Heinz raised a brow in confusion.
“Mr. Jeon, this will take a few moments. I don’t think you need to hold her hand, she’s an adult,” the doctor said.
“She’s also in pain, but you’re the doctor aren’t you? You’re supposed to know when your patient is hurting and distressed. Although it seems that you are neglecting that fact right now. There is nothing wrong with me supporting her during this, she’s carrying children for Jimin and myself. I think the least I can do is hold her hand during a pelvic exam,” Jungkook growled.
Dr. Heinz seemed stunned into silence for a moment. You rubbed your thumb over Jungkook’s knuckles and brought his hand under your chin for a moment.
“Kook I’m alright,” you promised.
“Don’t feel like you have to suffer quietly, if something hurts you need to say something,” he pleaded.
“Yeah, Y/N, you can speak up when something hurts or is uncomfortable. We want you to say it,” Jimin said, standing up and taking Jungkook’s free hand.
“Well, I’m ready to proceed when you are Miss Y/N,” Dr. Heinz said. You squeezed Jungkook’s hand and he nodded.
“I’m ready,” you said.
The rest of the exam went rather well. Dr. Heinz was patient, a little standoffish with the boys but for the most part he was cordial and tried to keep you as comfortable as possible.
Soon you were getting dressed and heading for the ultrasound.
The tech was different than last time but is no less kind. She smiles brightly at you and the two men behind you.
“We ready to see the babies?” she asked excitedly.
“Yes!” Jimin and Jungkook squeak.
“Alright, come on up here Miss Y/N,” the tech said, patting the table. You noticed it was a little taller than you, making it hard for you to get your butt up there. Jimin spotted you struggling and came over quickly.
“Here sweetie, I’ve got you,” he said, lifting you by the hips and setting you on the table carefully.
“Alright, get comfortable and we’re going to start!” she beamed.
Your phone pinged in the corner and Jungkook handed it to you without looking. You thanked him before unlocking the screen and noticing the text.
UNKNOWN: your days are fucking numbered slut.
Your heart launched into your throat. Who the fuck was this? Who would have access to your personal phone number?
You jolted as the gel touched your stomach, the tech gave you a gentle smile. “Sorry, a little cold. It’ll warm up here in just a second.”
Nodding you swallowed hard. Jungkook and Jimin’s eyes were focused on the screen as the tech tried to get a spot on your twins.
Y/N: Who is this?
Carefully you locked your phone and put it face down on the table. You felt it vibrate again, but you chose to ignore it. Looking at the sweet faces of the boys as they looked at your ultrasound patiently.
“Ah, there they are!” She said, pointing to the screen.
“Oh my God,” Jimin whispered, holding onto Jungkook tightly.
“They’re getting so big,” Jungkook whimpered.
“Yes they are! Looking healthy too! Mom’s doing a great job!” the tech praised. You smiled weakly, trying to keep your heart from beating out of your chest.
“How soon until we can find out the gender?” Jungkook asked.
“We could find out now if you wanted? It’s a little tricky to tell right now, so sometimes we wait until 18 weeks to confirm,” she answered, moving the device around on your belly.
“Well, I guess we can wait two more weeks,” Jungkook pouted slightly.
“I always like to ask the mom what they think. Woman’s intuition is usually spot on, it’s actually scary,” the tech smiled.
“Yeah, Y/N, what do you think?” Jimin asked, gazing into your eyes with too much of... something... what is that look?
Stomach clenching slightly you look at your babies on the screen and you just feel it. You know.
“One boy and one girl,” you say softly.
“One of each? Ooh! We’ll see in a few weeks,” she said with a smile. “Do you want pictures?”
The boys nodded quickly, each wanting a set.
The tech handed them over and Jungkook’s immediately went into his wallet. You gave a tight smile at the two of them as the tech cleaned up your stomach. Jimin seemed to notice your discomfort first, frowning at you as he clutched the picture of his children.
“What’s wrong, Y/N? You look upset,” Jimin asked, brushing the hair out of your face with a gentle hand.
“Nothing, I’m alright,” you said, voice wavering slightly as your phone buzzed at your hip again. Fear gripped your throat tight, making you want to cry, but you held your face firm.
“You’re sure?” the tech asked, looking at the monitor. “Your heart is beating quite fast, maybe take some calming breaths?”
You did as she asked, but all you could think about are the messages. Who was it? Who would be so mad at you that they’d threaten you like this? You really didn’t know a lot of people in the city, you mainly kept to yourself. Your mind was reeling in confusion and fear.
“Momma you need to calm down a little bit, you’ll start hyperventilating if you keep it up. Your heart rate is up to 132,” the tech informed.
“Hey, hey,” Jungkook soothed, wrapping you up in his arms. “It’s alright. What’s wrong pretty? What’s going on, huh?” he asked, petting your head. Your chest lurched at the pet name Jungkook used. He thought you were pretty?
“Y/N, you’re clearly upset, can you tell us what’s wrong?” Jimin pleaded, rubbing your knee with his hand.
“Stress isn’t good for you or the babies,” Jungkook said softly. “Just tell us what’s wrong, we’ll help you. Breathe with me, in through your nose, out through your mouth. Watch me,” he said, taking a measured breath in. You followed him, trying to focus on that one task.
“Heart rate is down to 105 bpm, that’s better momma,” the tech stated.
“That’s our girl, just breathe pretty. That’s right,” Jungkook eased.
You swallowed hard. Why were they acting like this? Were they doing this because they just wanted you to calm down for the kids? Or did-did they really mean it?
“Just panicked a little bit, I’m okay. Sometimes I get anxious for no reason,” you explained away.
“If you ever want to talk about it, I’m legally certified to give you advice,” Jimin smiled.
“I couldn’t afford your advice,” you laughed softly.
“For you sweetie, it’s free,” Jimin winked. The tension in the room dissipated, but the constricting in your chest did not.
The tech and Jungkook helped you down, careful to ease you onto your feet so you didn’t strain anything. Jungkook rubbed your lower back gently, helping you steady yourself while you pulled your shoes on. You all bid the tech goodbye as she watched you all leave the room. Little did she know, your heart was pounding in your chest as you walked down the hallways of the clinic.
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Your phone was eerily silent in your pocket on the way home.
The messages were always vague, but no less threatening. It made your stomach feel queasy with the added stress. Jimin sat in the backseat with you, trying to get you to talk to explain what was wrong. But you urged that you were fine. That nothing was wrong-you were just a little anxious, which as a pregnant woman, was normal.
“Y/N, you don’t need to hide anything from us. We’re here to help you, provide for you. If there’s something wrong then you need to tell us,” Jimin said, trying to reach out for you.
You grabbed his wrist and placed his hand back on the seat of the car. Jimin’s heart sank at your cold demeanor. You wouldn’t even let him touch you?
“Jimin, please. If something really is wrong, then I swear I will tell you okay? But for now, I just want some peace, please,” you said, leaning your head against the window.
“I-If that’s what you want,” he agreed, folding his hands in his lap and biting his lip.
Jimin knew something was wrong. He didn’t exactly know how he knew, but it was like a sixth sense or something. You had been in their home for so long and had become about their dynamic he feared of you pulling back now. Especially when they wanted to take such a big step forward with you.
He and Jungkook needed to talk, without you there.
“Do you want a night to yourself?” Jimin asked, raising a brow.
You thought for a minute.
If they were gone, maybe you could track down this person who was threatening you. Call them or something without the boys worrying too much.
“Yeah, that’d be great actually. I’ll run a bath and everything,” you said, giving a small smile to reassure them.
“We can go out for dinner and bring you something back maybe?” Jungkook suggested from the front.
“Yeah! That sounds great,” you agreed, clutching your knee out of anxiety.
“Of course we won’t go far, in case you need something,” Jimin fretted, turning to you and looking at your beautiful face.
You really were glowing in his eyes. Carrying his babies and looking so fucking attractive while doing it should honestly be a crime. But, that’s not the point currently.
“No I know, you guys are always there when I need you. I trust you,” you said, speaking honestly.
You really did trust them, with everything. Even if this was an arrangement and you were getting paid to do it, they didn’t have to do all of this stuff for you. Didn’t have to take you in, didn’t have to make you happy... Didn’t have to... to care so much.
Your heart dropped in your stomach as you thought about it all over again.
The thing you’d been struggling with for a while.
The damned... feelings...
You were really trying not to get overwhelmed with everything that was happening but, just thinking about the boys and the future you got teary eyed.
“Oh sweetie, why are you crying? What’s wrong?” Jimin asked, hand moving towards you again, when he stopped himself.
“J-Just thinking about you guys and how kind you’ve been. No-No one’s ever been like this for me. Not even my own family,” you whimpered.
“It’s okay pretty, we wouldn’t want anyone but you. We don’t want anyone else to carry our kids,” Jungkook said from the front.
Your heart skipped again at the nickname. ‘Pretty’. The way he said it with such assurance made you want to scream. What was going on in your head? What was going on in theirs? Are they just being kind? Or is there something more to this? Is this worth what could happen if they’re not interested?
“It’s alright Y/N, we’re happy you’re here with us,” Jimin encouraged.
“Thanks,” you said softly, trying to keep yourself from going too far.
When they came back from dinner you’d ask.
You had to know.
You had to know if this was worth it, if there was the buildings of a relationship. Because you wanted it so badly. These kids, the thought of giving them up now was so hard. Especially since you saw them on the screen of the ultrasound.
Jungkook pulled into the parking garage and you startled out of your thoughts.
“Come on sweetie, let's get you upstairs and settled in,” Jimin said, getting out. You nodded and Jungkook opened your door, offering you a hand. You took it gingerly and your heart was beating so hard in your chest.
His hand was so big and warm in yours... It felt right, d-did they feel it too?
You saw Jimin’s face darken when he saw the two of you holding hands. You frowned and reached for his hand as well, pouting as you struggled to reach him. Jimin looked at you for a moment, before a bright smile took over his features and he grabbed your hand as well.
You all made it to the apartment and the boys decided to get changed before they went to dinner. You nodded and acted like you were getting your stuff ready for a bath. It was quiet for a few minutes, the boys in their room and you in yours.
But, you felt so distant at the same time...
Just as you were about to call for them, you turned to see them both standing near the doorway looking at you with affectionate eyes.
“H-How long have you been standing there?” you asked, clutching your towel tight.
“Not long, but we wanted to let you know we were leaving. What do you want for dinner?” Jimin asked.
“Maybe some barbeque? Like, beef and fried veggies?” you asked, pulling on the strands of your hair slowly.
“Okay, do you want rice?” Jungkook asked.
“Yeah, just white rice though,” you said with a nod.
“We can do that, we’ve got stuff to drink here but we can pick you up some juice or something like that on the way back if you want?” Jugnkook offered.
“No, there’s plenty here. I’ll be alright,” you smiled.
“Okay, if you’re sure. But if you change your mind just text us, okay?” Jimin said.
“I will,” you nodded.
“Okay pretty, we’re gonna go. But, if you need anything, please just give us a call. We’re going to Auntie Kim’s down on 3rd street,” Jungkook said.
“Sounds good, I like their food,” you nodded.
“Alright, see you later sweetheart,” Jimin said, walking up and giving your hand a gentle kiss. Your mind whirled with want and fear. What is he doing?
“Hey I said I was gonna do that,” Jungkook pouted.
“I got her first,” Jimin smirked.
“Jungkook, I have two hands,” you smiled. Jungkook’s eyes sparkled as he came forward, pressing a sweet kiss to the back of your hand.
“We’ll be back, we want to talk to you when we get home, okay?” Jimin said vaguely.
“What about?” your heart picked up, was something wrong?
“Don’t worry, pretty. You’ll find out,” Jungkook grinned.
“Okay okay, you should go before it gets too busy,” you said, pushing them out towards the door. Both boys nodded and walked out, stealing glances back at you.
You sighed, sitting down on your bed. Your phone was eerily silent next to you, screen down in your sheets. You couldn’t help yourself, you had to know who it was. Who was the person harassing you?
Turning the phone over you were about to press the call button when a knock came to the door.
One of the boys must’ve forgotten something. You swear they were as forgetful as you, at least you could blame the pregnancy brain.
“I’m guessing Jimin! Did you forget to put on your cologne?” you asked, opening the door.
Hand shot out and gripped you tight, shoving a cloth to your face. You struggled for a little bit before everything started to spin and you were crumpling in the strangers arms.
“I always get my money you bitch.”
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“I’ll have the steak please, side of roasted vegetables with the house merlot,” Jungkook said, handing the menu back to the waitress who was doing a very poor job of hiding her attraction.
Unfortunately for her, these boys had eyes for one girl, and each other of course.
“I’ll get these right in for you both, if you need anything in the meantime don’t hesitate to call for me,” she said, scurrying away from the table.
“So,” Jimin started, leaning forward on his arms. “What is the plan when we get home?”
“Well, I thought instead of the necklace and bracelets, we could make it a little more official,” Jungkook said, pulling three boxes out of his pocket and placing them on the table. Jimin’s eyes widened.
“C-Couple rings? Are you sure?” he asked, eyes watering.
“Of course I’m sure, I know you’re meant for me. A-And I know she is too, she’s so precious to both of us I couldn’t be more certain of anything,” Jungkook smiled.
Jimin opened one and noticed that they were engraved with everyone’s initials and the moon, sun and stars all together. The older man couldn’t help the tears that stung his eyes.
“Kook, you’re always so well thought. I love you,” Jimin said, reaching over the table to give the man a kiss. Jungkook smiled into the embrace and pecked his boyfriend a few times before putting the rings away.
“We’ll put them on each other when she says yes,” Jungkook beamed.
Jimin’s smile faltered.
“We don’t know if she’ll say yes, Kook. She could just be in this for the money and nothing else... I-It’s possible,” Jimin said weakly, trying not to let his insecurity show but was failing miserably.
“You didn’t see what I saw, Jimin,” Jungkook started. “When I came home after your panic attack, she was there cradling you. Holding you like you were something precious. I can only hope we look like that together. Because it was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen. And she wouldn’t rest until she knew I had you.”
“S-She’s a caring person,” Jimin deflected.
“Why are you so afraid?” Jungkook asked.
“If she says no, then what are we going to do knowing our moon is gone? What do we do if she doesn’t want to be the mother of our children?” Jimin panicked lightly, gripping Jungkook’s hand across the table.
“But what if she does?” Jungkook challenged. “She hasn’t taken that pendant off since we gave it to her. She’s our moon, always watching over us and we care for her don’t we? Isn’t the joy worth the risk? If we are all together we can be a family with beautiful children, don’t you want that?”
“I-I do, but if my parents find out that these kids are mine, what are we gonna do? They’re going to try and come back. You know that Jungkook and they’ve never approved of us. What are they going to say if they find out I’m with you and her as well, what if-”
“Jimin,” Jungkook soothed, running his fingers over his boyfriend’s tight knuckles. “It’ll be okay. Everything will be alright.”
“Alright I’ve got a steak and a-oh,” the waitress’ voice came over head. The disappointment in her features was apparent, but she gave a gentle smile regardless. “I’ve got a steak and chicken dish roasted veggies for both and the house merlot. Is there anything else I can get for the two of you?”
“No, we’re fine for right now thank you,” Jungkook urged. The waitress nodded before taking off in the opposite direction.
“So we’re doing this?” Jimin asked, looking at Jungkook with so much fear but excitement at the same time.
“We’re doing this.”
--
Jungkook and Jimin could hardly contain their excitement as they got back towards the apartment.
“We should move too, I don’t want the babies growing up in a high rise apartment. I want them to have their own rooms and we can all have a huge master bedroom and-why is the door open?” Jimin asked, staring at the cracked open door to the apartment.
The men approached the door and noticed your necklace, laying on the ground.
Jimin’s heart shattered.
“S-She left?” he asked, looking at Jungkook with a broken heart.
“I-I... This doesn’t make sense. Y/N! Y/N! Where are you pretty!?” He asked, barging into the apartment.
Both men’s stomachs curled in on themselves when they saw the state of the place. Curtains were ripped, plates and cutlery were thrown around the kitchen. Sheets from the beds and clothes all strewn about the place. The furniture was even moved.
Jungkook’s mind went into overdrive. “There’s no way she could’ve done this. Someone else is involved,” Jungkook said, biting his lip hard.
“Who? Jungkook, she's barely interacted with anyone but us for months!”
“D-Do you think your parents already know about her? Could they have something to do with this?” Jungkook asked.
“They wouldn’t do something this outright illegal. They might blackmail her or me but... They wouldn’t kidnap her,” Jimin whispered.
“Look for her, just look for her while I call someone,” Jungkook said. Jimin nodded and headed off into the trashed apartment in search of you.
The dial tone had never sounded so irritating to Jungkook before, when his friend finally picked up.
“Yah, you punk it’s about ten o’clock what makes you think you can disrupt my sleep schedule?” an older voice rang over the phone.
That’s when Jungkook broke.
“Yoongi,” he cried.
Some shuffling from the other end.
“Jungkook, where are you? What happened? Are you hurt?” Yoongi asked.
“S-She’s gone, we don’t know where she is,” he hiccuped.
“Who? Your surrogate? Y/N?” the older male asked.
“Yes, she’s not here. The apartment was open when we got here and the place was ransacked.”
More shuffling.
“I’m heading over right now. I’ll bring the cops with me, try not to panic right now. Call her friends if she has any in the area. Try calling her,” Yoongi said.
“Jungkook, I found her phone and there’s messages on here... They-Someone’s been threatening her,” Jimin whimpered, walking out and placing the phone on the table.
“Holy shit,” Jungkook sighed, rubbing his face.
“Call her friends then, see if they’ve heard from her or seen her. At the very least you have a robbery to report, but let’s not hope there’s a missing person,” Yoongi said.
“Jimin, call Namjoon and Jin, see if they’ve seen her. Heard from her? Anything,” Jungkook said.
“Okay, I’ll do that,” Jimin answered, pulling his phone from his pocket and getting to work.
“What can we do now?” Jungkook said.
“Wait for me to get there, and then we get to work.”
--
Your head was spinning.
Images and bright lights flashed past your vision. You couldn’t make out where you were even if you tried, your head felt light yet heavy at the same time and your throat was aching.
Instinctively your hand went to your stomach. You looked down and there wasn’t anything concerning at the moment. But you worried for the babies in your stomach, the stress no doubt not aiding in your pregnancy in any way.
“Ah she’s awake,” a sinister voice echoed through the room.
Your mind began to sway and the world whorled into darkness yet again.
—
Jungkook and Jimin sat in their trashed apartment while the police walked around, looking through every inch of their life.
The couple rings weighed heavily in Jungkook’s pocket.
“So the last time you saw her was a few hours ago?” A nameless woman said, sitting in front of them.
Where was Yoongi?
“That’s enough Natalia, I’ll take it from here,” a husky voice said, walking into the apartment.
“Yoongi,” Jungkook said, standing and walking over to him.
“Hey kid,” Yoongi said, wrapping Jungkook in an unexpected embrace. “You worried me on the phone. What’s going on?”
“Look at our home… Someone came in here, someone came here and-and,” Jimin choked up.
“Baby, we’ll find her. The police, Yoongi here, I’ll rip this whole town apart to find her myself, I know you’d do the same,” Jungkook said, taking Jimin’s hands and kissing them gently.
“I’m sorry, I know. We’ll find her,” Jimin said, wiping a stray tear from his eye and taking Jungkook’s hand in his.
Yoongi stood watching the couple, sighing and lighting a cigarette.
Jungkook frowned and waved at the smoke but did nothing to stop the older male. Jimin stayed at Jungkook’s side, keeping himself from correcting what he saw as poor behavior.
“So, you two are having kids?” Yoongi asked.
“Yes, but our surrogate… Y/N, she’s gone,” Jimin whispered.
“I know Mr. Park, I’m a detective with the state department. I’ve already been looking into your surrogate on my way here,” Yoongi said, pulling out a tablet and holding it in front of them.
“Do you know where she is?” Jungkook asked rashly.
“If I did, do you think I’d come here, dummy? You’re still as impatient as you were when we were kids,” he sighed, rubbing his face.
“Kids?” Jimin inquired.
“Yoongi’s been a friend since I was young, we lost touch for a while but we’ve always been in contact in some way,” Jungkook explained.
Jimin nodded in acknowledgment.
“Now, your surrogate. How much do you know about her past?” Yoongi asked.
“We know little,” Jimin said.
“She was private about it, she wanted to live in the moment with us,” Jungkook said quietly.
“It’s understandable why she was so quiet about it. She came from a family dynamic of a professor and a stay at home dad,” Yoongi started.
“No wonder she’s so smart, but doesn’t say anything,” Jungkook sighed.
“Shh kid, not until I get to the good stuff,” Yoongi said, smacking Jungkook on the head lightly.
“Ow,” he pouted, rubbing the spot.
“Anyways. At the age of six she was in a horrific car accident that killed both of her parents, almost her as well. She survived and was given to a great aunt to be raised. At the age of seventeen she had herself emancipated and came to the city. She’s worked odd jobs here and there, barely making enough to scrape by,” Yoongi explained.
Jimin and Jungkook were shocked.
“S-She has no family?” Jimin asked for confirmation.
“She has the great aunt, but her parents were both only children and any other relatives that could’ve come forward at the time didn’t so, the great aunt is all we have,” Yoongi stated.
“She’s been by herself? This whole time?” Jungkook asked.
“Honestly? From what it sounds like, the girl is a loner. Not really a people person, but is kind, does honest work. The only trouble she ever got in was owing her last landlord over six thousand dollars in unpaid rent,” Yoongi said.
“But we paid that off,” Jimin said, looking towards Jungkook for confirmation.
“I thought you paid for it?” Jungkook said.
Both men paled and looked back at Yoongi.
“So it still hasn’t been paid?”
“Apparently not,” Jimin said.
“There’s our motive. Who’s her old landlord?” Yoongi asked.
“We don’t know, but when she went for one of her appointments he assaulted her outside the apartment building. And he harassed the people we sent to gather her things from the old unit,” Jungkook said.
“Cedar Creek Apartments correct?” Yoongi said.
“Yes,” Jimin confirmed.
“Tim Cerkaniks,” Yoongi said, pulling up a profile on his tablet, looking and scrolling through, his face turned quickly into a grimace.
“What’s wrong?” Jimin asked.
“This man has been affiliated with gang activity, drug trafficking and domestic abuse,” Yoongi cleared his throat as the two younger males paled even more.
“Gang activity? Which gang?” Jungkook asked.
“The Hunters?”
“Oh fuck me,” Jungkook growled, running his hands through his hair.
“What’s wrong?” Jimin asked, placing a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.
“Remember about a year ago? When they wanted to give me personal security because I took down one of the Hunters’ leaders in a court case? This-This motherfucker is tied to them,” Jungkook said.
“Babe, it’s not your fault,” Jimin whispered, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek, leaning his forehead into his boyfriend’s head.
“Another motive, looks like everything aligned just right for him to pick her, the question is… why does the apartment look like a wreck?”
“Sir you can’t enter here! This is a crime scene!”
“Like fuck you’re not letting me in here,” Namjoon’s voice echoed through the room.
“You know him?” Yoongi asked.
“He’s Y/N’s best friend. I called him and told him what’s going on, well… As best as I could,” Jimin said.
“Let him in, Scotty,” Yoongi said, gesturing to Namjoon.
Namjoon walked in and gripped Jimin’s shoulders harshly, hauling him up to his feet.
“Hey hey!” Jungkook yelled.
“You fucking idiots! I told you to protect her! I told you to keep her safe! I told you! And this fucking happens, you don’t deserve her!” Namjoon cried.
“Namjoon stop!” Jungkook said, pulling Namjoon off of Jimin.
“No, he’s well within his right Jungkook. He loves her as his friend and we-we did fail her,” Jimin sighed, running his hand through his hair in a stressed motion.
“They had no idea this would happen,” Yoongi said, putting his cigarette out.
“We should’ve tried harder to keep her safe,” Jungkook said.
“You had no idea someone would try to come after her,” Yoongi soothed, patting Jungkook’s back.
“Who are you?” Namjoon asked, looking at Yoongi in confusion.
“Min Yoongi, Detective for the state department. Friend of Jungkook and the only chance you have at finding Y/N before something truly bad happens to her,” Yoongi said.
Namjoon swallowed hard.
“I understand,” Namjoon said, placing his hands in his pockets.
“Listen, it’s late. We’ll get you a hotel-”
“That won’t be necessary, they can stay with Jin and I,” Namjoon said.
“And we aren’t sleeping until we have news on Y/N,” Jimin said.
“Listen, I’ve got half of my department working on this case right now. But if there’s nothing else you can do to help with the case,” Yoongi said. “I will need to speak with you however.”
Yoongi gestured to Namjoon and he nodded.
“Of course, whatever you need,” Namjoon said, rubbing his hands nervously.
“Please, let us help,” Jimin said.
“There’s really nothing-”
“Boss they didn’t take her phone from her!” A woman at the back yelled.
Yoongi’s face turned at that.
“Why wouldn’t they-”
Jimin’s phone started to ring.
“It’s Y/N! What do I do?”
Yoongi thought for a moment.
“Pick it up, but put it on speaker,”
Jimin did as he was told.
“Hello?” He asked, waiting for a response.
“J-Jimin,” your voice hiccuped from the other end.
“Y/N? Sweetheart, where are you?” Jungkook asked, gripping the couch tightly.
“Y-You have f-five hours to deposit money-” the line cut out for a moment. “-that I will tell you s-shortly,” you whimpered.
“Y/N is someone there with you?”
“If I defer from the words that I’m being told I-I’ll be shot,” you cried, the whole room tensed up.
“What are the demands?”
Yoongi’s voice was cold.
“Jimin who is-”
“Only warning you bitch!”
“I-I’m sorry. The demands are as follows. Bring five million dollars to storage units on the outskirts of the city. Right off of Night Boulevard... I-If the money isn’t delivered to-”
“Y/N, pretty, please just tell us where you are,” Jungkook said.
“Here’s a warning for you pretty boy. If you interrupt her or she stops I’m gonna blow her head off. Now Miss Y/N, please continue,” the sinister tone continued
“If the money isn’t delivered to storage unit 52 H by the end of this five hours... Y-You’ll find my body,” you hiccuped and sobs started to come out of your mouth.
Jungkook and Jimin clung to each other, hearts pounding in fear for you.
“D-Do you agree to these terms?” Your voice said, watery.
Namjoon covered his mouth to keep from crying.
Yoongi spoke up.
“Storage unit 52 H, we understand the conditions. Where can we find Y/N after the money is delivered?”
“Y-You can find me using my phone’s GPS. Which has been turned off during the duration of this call.”
“Y/N, we’ll pay. We’ll come get you, don’t worry sweetie we’ll come get you. Just hang in there,” Jimin said.
“Pretty we’ll be coming for you. Just hold on and wait for us,” Jungkook said.
The phone line went dead and Yoongi went right towards the woman with the computer.
“Where did that call come from? Did you track the phone?” he asked, hanging over the woman.
“No, the GPS was blocked. Just like Miss Y/N said over the phone,” she reminded.
“Can’t you go through the IP the phone uses when it hooks up to the wifi? Maybe she’s being held somewhere that has internet. Something to go on, I just need something,” Yoongi said, rubbing his forehead.
“What about the money? Can’t we just pay the ransom?” Jimin asked.
“If we just pay the ransom, what's to stop them from taking her again? What’s to stop them from taking one of the kids when they’re born? We can’t let them push us around,” Jungkook said.
“But Jungkook, it's Y/N, it’s our children. What else do we do? We have five hours,” Jimin reminded.
“Time’s a concept anyways,” Yoongi waved off. “If I were the criminal, where would I take her?”
“Jungkook, is she going to die?” Namjoon whispered, looking down at the floor.
“I won’t let that happen,” Jimin said, low.
“Neither will I,” Jungkook said. “I’ll give them every cent I have to keep her alive if it comes down to it. I won’t let them hurt her or our children.”
Namjoon moved and wiped his eyes with the back of his wrist, keeping his eyes lower for a moment.
“I have an idea,” Namjoon said.
“What is it?” Yoongi asked.
“I-I think she’s at the storage unit now,” Namjoon said.
“How do you know that?” Jimin asked.
“If you listened to the audio, it sounded echoy-if that’s a word-”
“It isn’t,” Yoongi helped.
Namjoon shot him a look before continuing. “She’s somewhere where there’s a lot of open space. But it’s enclosed. So, I think she could be in the storage units somewhere,” Namjoon explained.
“It makes sense. Plus, her phone cut out at the beginning. The signal might have been weak,” Yoongi reasoned.
“Do you think they’re at the same storage unit?” Jimin asked.
“It’s a possibility, the one off of Night Boulevard is in Hunter territory, so it would make sense to take her there. They’d have back up if they needed it,” Yoongi said.
“Then let’s go,” Namjoon said.
“We can’t just pick up and go-”
“I’ll use that five million dollars they wanted to fund your department for the next 10 years if we go now, please. Please just give it a shot, I’ll write the check,” Jungkook said.
Yoongi sighed.
“If we’re wrong we’re wasting time,” Yoongi warned.
“And if we’re right?” Jimin said.
“You’ll have her in your arms in the matter of an hour,” Yoongi said.
“Then let’s go,” Jimin said.
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Baby Talk - Part IV
Holy wow did it take me a minute to get here. I apologize for such a delay in posting this.
But thank you to @knjsnoona (Amelia) for doing the banner again, it turned out so perfect I love it! Thank you so much!
And thank you to Ryn @queenofthedamnit who puts up with me on the daily. Love you bbs!
Pairing: Jikook X Reader (Jimin X Reader X Jungkook)
Genre: Surrogacy!AU, Polyamorous!AU, Romance. (Future Smut)
Warnings: Profanity, smoking *cigarettes*, kidnapping, a doctor being a lil boob, threatening a pregnant woman (If I forgot any please let me know).
Words: 8k
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You’d hit the 16 week mark and the boys were begging for you to get another ultrasound so they could see the babies better. And by the boys, you mean Jungkook.
“Please Y/N! I want to see them, they’re so small here. I know they’re getting bigger, look at you!” Jungkook cooed, palming your stomach gently. You huffed before nodding slowly.
“Alright alright, make the appointment and I’ll go,” you sighed, rubbing your face in exhaustion. You hadn’t been sleeping well recently, cramps and insomnia running rampant through your body.
Jimin came over with some food for you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.
“Here you are, Y/N, bagel with cream cheese and mustard,” he smiled brightly.
“You’re so sweet, thank you,” you smiled.
“I’m sweet too! Why don’t you compliment me?” Jungkook pouted. You rolled your eyes and laughed.
“Kook, honestly,” you laughed. However, you froze in panic as you realized Jimin’s nickname for his partner slipped out of your lips.
Ohfuckohfuckohfuck
“You are sweet kookie, but, I win currently because I’m the most recent bringer of food, I get extra points,” Jimin smirked.
Your heart eased at the fact Jimin brushed over the blatant use of Jungkook’s pet name. But, there was still a thrumming in your veins. Panic thickening in your throat.
“I demand a recount,” Jungkook frowned. Jimin just smiled and rubbed his fingers over Jungkook’s face to soothe him.
Your fingers itched to do the same…
Ever since Jimin’s episode, you’ve felt so much closer to the two of them. The vulnerability and affection was getting harder to hide on your part. You were even starting to see something from them as well.
Or was it you wanting to see it, and making it appear?
You sighed and looked at your phone, a message coming across the screen.
UNKNOWN: you better watch your back you ungrateful bitch.
Ice cold fear trickled down your spine at the harsh words.
W-Who was this?
“Y/N? Honey, are you okay? You just lost all the color in your face,” Jungkook said, coming to your side.
“Do you want to go to the doctor now? I’m sure if we called we could get in,” Jimin said, picking up his phone.
“I-I’m okay, just, wave of nausea,” you waved them off. They didn’t need to worry about this.
“I’m still gonna call, get you an appointment for later this week,” Jimin said, heading towards the living room. You nodded and watched him leave, Jungkook coming over to your side shortly after.
“You sure you’re feeling alright?” he asked, placing his chin on his hand as he gazed at you.
Your heart stammered at his features, bright eyes that lingered over your face. Sharp jaw that made you just want to weep. His cute button nose and petal pink lips that were simply calling your name...
But, you swallowed your thoughts and gave him a tired smile.
“Just sleepy, babies aren’t getting any smaller,” you joked.
“They most certainly are not,” he smiled, looking down at your swelling tummy. You blushed lightly, before Jimin came back into the room with an easy grin on his face.
“They got you in for today. Sorry, I can’t help but worry,” Jimin said, biting his lip.
You sighed but nodded regardless.
“Today is fine, I just need to take a shower before we go. When is it?” you asked.
“About three hours,” he said, checking his phone again.
“Okay, I’m gonna go get cleaned up then,” you said, pushing yourself to your feet and holding your belly protectively. You didn’t catch the adoring eyes of both men as they watched you hobble to the bathroom.
You were feeling a little faint before getting in the shower, you weren’t going to lie. But, you didn’t eat the food Jimin made for you, so you were probably struggling with the blood sugar drop. You’d eat after you got out of the shower, you reasoned.
Carefully, you stepped into the shower and turned on the water. Waiting for it to warm up, you looked down at your stomach. Your heart clenched as you put your hands on your belly with a delicate hand. You knew these kids weren’t going to be yours legally, but they were your biologically.
Would they take them away from you right at birth?
Or would you get to hold them?
Would Jimin and Jungkook be there for the birth? Would they help you?
Jimin and Jungkook had mentioned something about a birth plan and they wanted you to tell them what you needed, but you weren’t really sure. You’d never been pregnant before, you didn’t know what to expect.
Fear slid down your throat and settled in your chest uncomfortably. You tried not to panic, but it was becoming harder. The walls of the shower were closing in and everything felt too real, too much, it was overwhelming you.
You quickly finished your shower and shakily climbed out, wrapping a towel around yourself and leaning heavily against the counter.
The lights were so bright, and the mirror seemed to be warping and bulging.
You tried to splash some water on your face, to shock you and bring you back down but it only proved to agitate you further.
Suddenly, nausea ripped through you, causing you to double over the toilet in misery. It’d been a while since you’d gotten sick, you hoped it wouldn’t result in an episode of dry heaving. That was the worst.
You threw up whatever was left in your stomach and leaned your head back against the wall. You whimpered in discomfort, back straining slightly.
“Y/N? Are you in here?” Jimin’s voice echoed through your room.
“M-Min,” you said, unable to get his full name out of your dry throat.
“Sweetie?” Jimin’s voice carried.
“H-Here,” you croaked, turning your head to look at the door.
Slowly, it opened and Jimin walked inside. His features changed from confusion to worry in a matter of seconds.
“Y/N, what happened?” he asked, coming forward and kneeling down next to you. You just sniveled into his shoulder.
“Jimin? Y/N?”
Jungkook walked in a moment later, seeing you on the floor and immediately fussing.
“What are you doing down there sweet girl? Are you not feeling well?” Jungkook asked, reaching over Jimin and placing a gentle hand on your sweaty forehead.
“I’ll call the doctor and tell them we’re coming in now,” Jimin said, standing up.
“Yeah, that’s probably for the best,” Jungkook said, taking his spot and wrapping his arm around your shoulder.
“Jungkook, can you make sure she can get dressed and I’ll call the doctor and get the car,” Jimin said, heading out the door.
“Come on, Y/N, let’s get you dressed,” Jungkook said, helping you to your feet. Your knees felt wobbly but you could lean on Jungkook if you felt too unsteady. Hands on your elbows he led you out into your bedroom, helping you sit down on the bed before turning towards your closet.
You tried to keep yourself from feeling too embarrassed but, you couldn’t help the blush that rose to your cheeks. Jungkook pulled a few pieces of clothing out and placed them on the bed for you.
“Can you get dressed yourself? Or do you want me to help?” he asked.
“I can do it,” you said, pulling on the outfit carefully.
You managed to do most of the work, only needing Jungkook to help you with the shoes. Slowly, the two of you made it out of your room. Jimin was waiting with the car keys.
“Come on sweetheart, let’s get you and the babies checked out, huh?” Jimin’s caring voice came through your ears.
You let the pair of them lead you to the car, where you rode in silence for most of the way. Jungkook and Jimin were in the front, holding each other’s hands as they drove. Jimin behind the wheel today.
Jungkook was simply scrolling through his phone mindlessly, but you knew it was a nervous habit of his. He wasn’t good with people so when he was uncomfortable he’d pick up his phone to avoid unnecessary conversation.
But you knew he was a phenomenal listener, he was always attentive when you or Jimin was talking. Giving you his full attention, even if you didn’t think what you were talking about was important. It was important to him because you were saying it.
Eventually, you made it to the doctor’s office.
Jimin held the door open for you as Jungkook took your hands to help you down.
You walked into the clinic and did all your paperwork, answering the questionnaires and signing on the dotted line as it were.
And sooner, rather than later, you were back in the examination room.
Dr. Heinz came in, nodding to both men before looking you over quickly.
“Hello Mr. Jeon, Mr. Park. Hope you two are doing well. Miss Y/N, what brings you in today? My nurse said you were having some troubling symptoms,” Dr. Heinz said, sitting down.
Shifting in your seat on the table you bit your lip. You didn’t want to make the boys worry, but your pregnancy was seeming to be a little more difficult than necessary.
“Well, I’ve been having dizzy spells, insomnia, some cramping and nausea,” you listed, looking at your knees.
“I see, and does the nausea ever lead to vomiting?” Dr. Heinz asked.
“Yes,” you answered, fiddling with your thumbs.
Jimin could tell you were nervous. You were fidgeting so bad, you really only did that when you were upset or uncomfortable. Jimin didn’t like that you were so troubled. He looked at Jungkook and they shared a similar look of worry.
“And the cramping, where is it occurring? And give me a level of 1-10 how painful it is, 10 being excruciating and 1 being hardly noticeable” he said, grabbing some gloves from the drawer.
“I-I’d say probably a 6?” you said, sounding unsure.
“A 6 huh?” the doctor said, pulling his gloves on and walking towards you.
“Yeah,” you mumbled.
“Alright Miss Y/N, I’m gonna put this pillow down and you can rest back on it okay? Just gonna do a brief examination okay? If anything hurts or is uncomfortable please say so right away,” he soothed. You nodded and laid down when he put the pillow in place.
He simply started with gentle pressure on your stomach, nothing too painful but a little uncomfortable. You winced when he pushed on your side, making him glance up at your face.
“Does that hurt?” he asked, removing his hand respectfully.
“I-It’s sore,” you murmured.
“Alright,” he said, moving your hips slightly to ease the ache.
After a few more minutes of examining you he sighed and took his gloves off.
“Is she okay?” Jimin asked, holding Jungkook’s hand tightly.
“I need to do a pelvic examination, Miss Y/N do you wish for them to leave the room?” he asked.
“A-Ah, that’s alright, they can stay if they want,” you flushed.
In all honesty, you didn’t want to be alone for this. It was scary enough already.
“It’ll be alright. Pelvic exams are very common early in the pregnancy. I’m surprised you haven’t gotten one yet at 16 weeks. I’ll do my best to make it quick,” Dr. Heinz comforted.
“Okay,” you said, frowning.
“Do you want me to hold your hand?” Jungkook asked, standing up. On instinct you reached out for him.
“Ye-”
“Oh that’s not necessary Mr. Jeon, it’ll be just a few moments,” Dr. Heinz said, preparing the exam table, not looking up at you.
You swallowed hard and put your hand back, biting into your lower lip with frustration. Jungkook cleared his throat and sat down again, giving the doctor an unreadable expression.
The doctor had you remove your undergarments, having you place them on the counter. You got back up on the table and situated yourself before the doctor came back with all the materials he’d need to perform the exam.
“Okay Miss Y/N, I’m going to perform a pelvic exam now. If something hurts or is uncomfortable please let me know okay? I’m just going to prep you with some lubricant, alright?” he said, opening the tube and placing a generous amount on his fingers before pushing them forward into you.
The stretch was sharp and you breathed in quickly at the intrusion.
“Just take some deep breaths for me, Miss Y/N,” Dr. Heinz said.
“T-That hurts a bit,” you winced, trying not to be a pain but it really was more uncomfortable than you thought necessary.
“Alright one moment,” the doctor said, adding more lubricant and continuing with the examination.
He felt around for a few more moments before pulling back and wiping his hand clean.
“Alright, everything feels normal to me. Now I just need to take a look,” he said, discarding his old gloves and grabbing new ones.
Your breathing was shaky and your hands were sweating. Both men recognized your distress and wanted to jump at the doctor in fury. Jimin’s knuckles were white on the arm rest of the chair and Jungkook’s eyes were swimming with fire.
He was hurting you.
He was making you uncomfortable and upset.
They were livid.
Just as the doctor was about to push the speculum in, Jungkook stood from his seat and took your hand in his. Dr. Heinz raised a brow in confusion.
“Mr. Jeon, this will take a few moments. I don’t think you need to hold her hand, she’s an adult,” the doctor said.
“She’s also in pain, but you’re the doctor aren’t you? You’re supposed to know when your patient is hurting and distressed. Although it seems that you are neglecting that fact right now. There is nothing wrong with me supporting her during this, she’s carrying children for Jimin and myself. I think the least I can do is hold her hand during a pelvic exam,” Jungkook growled.
Dr. Heinz seemed stunned into silence for a moment. You rubbed your thumb over Jungkook’s knuckles and brought his hand under your chin for a moment.
“Kook I’m alright,” you promised.
“Don’t feel like you have to suffer quietly, if something hurts you need to say something,” he pleaded.
“Yeah, Y/N, you can speak up when something hurts or is uncomfortable. We want you to say it,” Jimin said, standing up and taking Jungkook’s free hand.
“Well, I’m ready to proceed when you are Miss Y/N,” Dr. Heinz said. You squeezed Jungkook’s hand and he nodded.
“I’m ready,” you said.
The rest of the exam went rather well. Dr. Heinz was patient, a little standoffish with the boys but for the most part he was cordial and tried to keep you as comfortable as possible.
Soon you were getting dressed and heading for the ultrasound.
The tech was different than last time but is no less kind. She smiles brightly at you and the two men behind you.
“We ready to see the babies?” she asked excitedly.
“Yes!” Jimin and Jungkook squeak.
“Alright, come on up here Miss Y/N,” the tech said, patting the table. You noticed it was a little taller than you, making it hard for you to get your butt up there. Jimin spotted you struggling and came over quickly.
“Here sweetie, I’ve got you,” he said, lifting you by the hips and setting you on the table carefully.
“Alright, get comfortable and we’re going to start!” she beamed.
Your phone pinged in the corner and Jungkook handed it to you without looking. You thanked him before unlocking the screen and noticing the text.
UNKNOWN: your days are fucking numbered slut.
Your heart launched into your throat. Who the fuck was this? Who would have access to your personal phone number?
You jolted as the gel touched your stomach, the tech gave you a gentle smile. “Sorry, a little cold. It’ll warm up here in just a second.”
Nodding you swallowed hard. Jungkook and Jimin’s eyes were focused on the screen as the tech tried to get a spot on your twins.
Y/N: Who is this?
Carefully you locked your phone and put it face down on the table. You felt it vibrate again, but you chose to ignore it. Looking at the sweet faces of the boys as they looked at your ultrasound patiently.
“Ah, there they are!” She said, pointing to the screen.
“Oh my God,” Jimin whispered, holding onto Jungkook tightly.
“They’re getting so big,” Jungkook whimpered.
“Yes they are! Looking healthy too! Mom’s doing a great job!” the tech praised. You smiled weakly, trying to keep your heart from beating out of your chest.
“How soon until we can find out the gender?” Jungkook asked.
“We could find out now if you wanted? It’s a little tricky to tell right now, so sometimes we wait until 18 weeks to confirm,” she answered, moving the device around on your belly.
“Well, I guess we can wait two more weeks,” Jungkook pouted slightly.
“I always like to ask the mom what they think. Woman’s intuition is usually spot on, it’s actually scary,” the tech smiled.
“Yeah, Y/N, what do you think?” Jimin asked, gazing into your eyes with too much of... something... what is that look?
Stomach clenching slightly you look at your babies on the screen and you just feel it. You know.
“One boy and one girl,” you say softly.
“One of each? Ooh! We’ll see in a few weeks,” she said with a smile. “Do you want pictures?”
The boys nodded quickly, each wanting a set.
The tech handed them over and Jungkook’s immediately went into his wallet. You gave a tight smile at the two of them as the tech cleaned up your stomach. Jimin seemed to notice your discomfort first, frowning at you as he clutched the picture of his children.
“What’s wrong, Y/N? You look upset,” Jimin asked, brushing the hair out of your face with a gentle hand.
“Nothing, I’m alright,” you said, voice wavering slightly as your phone buzzed at your hip again. Fear gripped your throat tight, making you want to cry, but you held your face firm.
“You’re sure?” the tech asked, looking at the monitor. “Your heart is beating quite fast, maybe take some calming breaths?”
You did as she asked, but all you could think about are the messages. Who was it? Who would be so mad at you that they’d threaten you like this? You really didn’t know a lot of people in the city, you mainly kept to yourself. Your mind was reeling in confusion and fear.
“Momma you need to calm down a little bit, you’ll start hyperventilating if you keep it up. Your heart rate is up to 132,” the tech informed.
“Hey, hey,” Jungkook soothed, wrapping you up in his arms. “It’s alright. What’s wrong pretty? What’s going on, huh?” he asked, petting your head. Your chest lurched at the pet name Jungkook used. He thought you were pretty?
“Y/N, you’re clearly upset, can you tell us what’s wrong?” Jimin pleaded, rubbing your knee with his hand.
“Stress isn’t good for you or the babies,” Jungkook said softly. “Just tell us what’s wrong, we’ll help you. Breathe with me, in through your nose, out through your mouth. Watch me,” he said, taking a measured breath in. You followed him, trying to focus on that one task.
“Heart rate is down to 105 bpm, that’s better momma,” the tech stated.
“That’s our girl, just breathe pretty. That’s right,” Jungkook eased.
You swallowed hard. Why were they acting like this? Were they doing this because they just wanted you to calm down for the kids? Or did-did they really mean it?
“Just panicked a little bit, I’m okay. Sometimes I get anxious for no reason,” you explained away.
“If you ever want to talk about it, I’m legally certified to give you advice,” Jimin smiled.
“I couldn’t afford your advice,” you laughed softly.
“For you sweetie, it’s free,” Jimin winked. The tension in the room dissipated, but the constricting in your chest did not.
The tech and Jungkook helped you down, careful to ease you onto your feet so you didn’t strain anything. Jungkook rubbed your lower back gently, helping you steady yourself while you pulled your shoes on. You all bid the tech goodbye as she watched you all leave the room. Little did she know, your heart was pounding in your chest as you walked down the hallways of the clinic.
--
Your phone was eerily silent in your pocket on the way home.
The messages were always vague, but no less threatening. It made your stomach feel queasy with the added stress. Jimin sat in the backseat with you, trying to get you to talk to explain what was wrong. But you urged that you were fine. That nothing was wrong-you were just a little anxious, which as a pregnant woman, was normal.
“Y/N, you don’t need to hide anything from us. We’re here to help you, provide for you. If there’s something wrong then you need to tell us,” Jimin said, trying to reach out for you.
You grabbed his wrist and placed his hand back on the seat of the car. Jimin’s heart sank at your cold demeanor. You wouldn’t even let him touch you?
“Jimin, please. If something really is wrong, then I swear I will tell you okay? But for now, I just want some peace, please,” you said, leaning your head against the window.
“I-If that’s what you want,” he agreed, folding his hands in his lap and biting his lip.
Jimin knew something was wrong. He didn’t exactly know how he knew, but it was like a sixth sense or something. You had been in their home for so long and had become about their dynamic he feared of you pulling back now. Especially when they wanted to take such a big step forward with you.
He and Jungkook needed to talk, without you there.
“Do you want a night to yourself?” Jimin asked, raising a brow.
You thought for a minute.
If they were gone, maybe you could track down this person who was threatening you. Call them or something without the boys worrying too much.
“Yeah, that’d be great actually. I’ll run a bath and everything,” you said, giving a small smile to reassure them.
“We can go out for dinner and bring you something back maybe?” Jungkook suggested from the front.
“Yeah! That sounds great,” you agreed, clutching your knee out of anxiety.
“Of course we won’t go far, in case you need something,” Jimin fretted, turning to you and looking at your beautiful face.
You really were glowing in his eyes. Carrying his babies and looking so fucking attractive while doing it should honestly be a crime. But, that’s not the point currently.
“No I know, you guys are always there when I need you. I trust you,” you said, speaking honestly.
You really did trust them, with everything. Even if this was an arrangement and you were getting paid to do it, they didn’t have to do all of this stuff for you. Didn’t have to take you in, didn’t have to make you happy... Didn’t have to... to care so much.
Your heart dropped in your stomach as you thought about it all over again.
The thing you’d been struggling with for a while.
The damned... feelings...
You were really trying not to get overwhelmed with everything that was happening but, just thinking about the boys and the future you got teary eyed.
“Oh sweetie, why are you crying? What’s wrong?” Jimin asked, hand moving towards you again, when he stopped himself.
“J-Just thinking about you guys and how kind you’ve been. No-No one’s ever been like this for me. Not even my own family,” you whimpered.
“It’s okay pretty, we wouldn’t want anyone but you. We don’t want anyone else to carry our kids,” Jungkook said from the front.
Your heart skipped again at the nickname. ‘Pretty’. The way he said it with such assurance made you want to scream. What was going on in your head? What was going on in theirs? Are they just being kind? Or is there something more to this? Is this worth what could happen if they’re not interested?
“It’s alright Y/N, we’re happy you’re here with us,” Jimin encouraged.
“Thanks,” you said softly, trying to keep yourself from going too far.
When they came back from dinner you’d ask.
You had to know.
You had to know if this was worth it, if there was the buildings of a relationship. Because you wanted it so badly. These kids, the thought of giving them up now was so hard. Especially since you saw them on the screen of the ultrasound.
Jungkook pulled into the parking garage and you startled out of your thoughts.
“Come on sweetie, let's get you upstairs and settled in,” Jimin said, getting out. You nodded and Jungkook opened your door, offering you a hand. You took it gingerly and your heart was beating so hard in your chest.
His hand was so big and warm in yours... It felt right, d-did they feel it too?
You saw Jimin’s face darken when he saw the two of you holding hands. You frowned and reached for his hand as well, pouting as you struggled to reach him. Jimin looked at you for a moment, before a bright smile took over his features and he grabbed your hand as well.
You all made it to the apartment and the boys decided to get changed before they went to dinner. You nodded and acted like you were getting your stuff ready for a bath. It was quiet for a few minutes, the boys in their room and you in yours.
But, you felt so distant at the same time...
Just as you were about to call for them, you turned to see them both standing near the doorway looking at you with affectionate eyes.
“H-How long have you been standing there?” you asked, clutching your towel tight.
“Not long, but we wanted to let you know we were leaving. What do you want for dinner?” Jimin asked.
“Maybe some barbeque? Like, beef and fried veggies?” you asked, pulling on the strands of your hair slowly.
“Okay, do you want rice?” Jungkook asked.
“Yeah, just white rice though,” you said with a nod.
“We can do that, we’ve got stuff to drink here but we can pick you up some juice or something like that on the way back if you want?” Jugnkook offered.
“No, there’s plenty here. I’ll be alright,” you smiled.
“Okay, if you’re sure. But if you change your mind just text us, okay?” Jimin said.
“I will,” you nodded.
“Okay pretty, we’re gonna go. But, if you need anything, please just give us a call. We’re going to Auntie Kim’s down on 3rd street,” Jungkook said.
“Sounds good, I like their food,” you nodded.
“Alright, see you later sweetheart,” Jimin said, walking up and giving your hand a gentle kiss. Your mind whirled with want and fear. What is he doing?
“Hey I said I was gonna do that,” Jungkook pouted.
“I got her first,” Jimin smirked.
“Jungkook, I have two hands,” you smiled. Jungkook’s eyes sparkled as he came forward, pressing a sweet kiss to the back of your hand.
“We’ll be back, we want to talk to you when we get home, okay?” Jimin said vaguely.
“What about?” your heart picked up, was something wrong?
“Don’t worry, pretty. You’ll find out,” Jungkook grinned.
“Okay okay, you should go before it gets too busy,” you said, pushing them out towards the door. Both boys nodded and walked out, stealing glances back at you.
You sighed, sitting down on your bed. Your phone was eerily silent next to you, screen down in your sheets. You couldn’t help yourself, you had to know who it was. Who was the person harassing you?
Turning the phone over you were about to press the call button when a knock came to the door.
One of the boys must’ve forgotten something. You swear they were as forgetful as you, at least you could blame the pregnancy brain.
“I’m guessing Jimin! Did you forget to put on your cologne?” you asked, opening the door.
Hand shot out and gripped you tight, shoving a cloth to your face. You struggled for a little bit before everything started to spin and you were crumpling in the strangers arms.
“I always get my money you bitch.”
--
“I’ll have the steak please, side of roasted vegetables with the house merlot,” Jungkook said, handing the menu back to the waitress who was doing a very poor job of hiding her attraction.
Unfortunately for her, these boys had eyes for one girl, and each other of course.
“I’ll get these right in for you both, if you need anything in the meantime don’t hesitate to call for me,” she said, scurrying away from the table.
“So,” Jimin started, leaning forward on his arms. “What is the plan when we get home?”
“Well, I thought instead of the necklace and bracelets, we could make it a little more official,” Jungkook said, pulling three boxes out of his pocket and placing them on the table. Jimin’s eyes widened.
“C-Couple rings? Are you sure?” he asked, eyes watering.
“Of course I’m sure, I know you’re meant for me. A-And I know she is too, she’s so precious to both of us I couldn’t be more certain of anything,” Jungkook smiled.
Jimin opened one and noticed that they were engraved with everyone’s initials and the moon, sun and stars all together. The older man couldn’t help the tears that stung his eyes.
“Kook, you’re always so well thought. I love you,” Jimin said, reaching over the table to give the man a kiss. Jungkook smiled into the embrace and pecked his boyfriend a few times before putting the rings away.
“We’ll put them on each other when she says yes,” Jungkook beamed.
Jimin’s smile faltered.
“We don’t know if she’ll say yes, Kook. She could just be in this for the money and nothing else... I-It’s possible,” Jimin said weakly, trying not to let his insecurity show but was failing miserably.
“You didn’t see what I saw, Jimin,” Jungkook started. “When I came home after your panic attack, she was there cradling you. Holding you like you were something precious. I can only hope we look like that together. Because it was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen. And she wouldn’t rest until she knew I had you.”
“S-She’s a caring person,” Jimin deflected.
“Why are you so afraid?” Jungkook asked.
“If she says no, then what are we going to do knowing our moon is gone? What do we do if she doesn’t want to be the mother of our children?” Jimin panicked lightly, gripping Jungkook’s hand across the table.
“But what if she does?” Jungkook challenged. “She hasn’t taken that pendant off since we gave it to her. She’s our moon, always watching over us and we care for her don’t we? Isn’t the joy worth the risk? If we are all together we can be a family with beautiful children, don’t you want that?”
“I-I do, but if my parents find out that these kids are mine, what are we gonna do? They’re going to try and come back. You know that Jungkook and they’ve never approved of us. What are they going to say if they find out I’m with you and her as well, what if-”
“Jimin,” Jungkook soothed, running his fingers over his boyfriend’s tight knuckles. “It’ll be okay. Everything will be alright.”
“Alright I’ve got a steak and a-oh,” the waitress’ voice came over head. The disappointment in her features was apparent, but she gave a gentle smile regardless. “I’ve got a steak and chicken dish roasted veggies for both and the house merlot. Is there anything else I can get for the two of you?”
“No, we’re fine for right now thank you,” Jungkook urged. The waitress nodded before taking off in the opposite direction.
“So we’re doing this?” Jimin asked, looking at Jungkook with so much fear but excitement at the same time.
“We’re doing this.”
--
Jungkook and Jimin could hardly contain their excitement as they got back towards the apartment.
“We should move too, I don’t want the babies growing up in a high rise apartment. I want them to have their own rooms and we can all have a huge master bedroom and-why is the door open?” Jimin asked, staring at the cracked open door to the apartment.
The men approached the door and noticed your necklace, laying on the ground.
Jimin’s heart shattered.
“S-She left?” he asked, looking at Jungkook with a broken heart.
“I-I... This doesn’t make sense. Y/N! Y/N! Where are you pretty!?” He asked, barging into the apartment.
Both men’s stomachs curled in on themselves when they saw the state of the place. Curtains were ripped, plates and cutlery were thrown around the kitchen. Sheets from the beds and clothes all strewn about the place. The furniture was even moved.
Jungkook’s mind went into overdrive. “There’s no way she could’ve done this. Someone else is involved,” Jungkook said, biting his lip hard.
“Who? Jungkook, she's barely interacted with anyone but us for months!”
“D-Do you think your parents already know about her? Could they have something to do with this?” Jungkook asked.
“They wouldn’t do something this outright illegal. They might blackmail her or me but... They wouldn’t kidnap her,” Jimin whispered.
“Look for her, just look for her while I call someone,” Jungkook said. Jimin nodded and headed off into the trashed apartment in search of you.
The dial tone had never sounded so irritating to Jungkook before, when his friend finally picked up.
“Yah, you punk it’s about ten o’clock what makes you think you can disrupt my sleep schedule?” an older voice rang over the phone.
That’s when Jungkook broke.
“Yoongi,” he cried.
Some shuffling from the other end.
“Jungkook, where are you? What happened? Are you hurt?” Yoongi asked.
“S-She’s gone, we don’t know where she is,” he hiccuped.
“Who? Your surrogate? Y/N?” the older male asked.
“Yes, she’s not here. The apartment was open when we got here and the place was ransacked.”
More shuffling.
“I’m heading over right now. I’ll bring the cops with me, try not to panic right now. Call her friends if she has any in the area. Try calling her,” Yoongi said.
“Jungkook, I found her phone and there’s messages on here... They-Someone’s been threatening her,” Jimin whimpered, walking out and placing the phone on the table.
“Holy shit,” Jungkook sighed, rubbing his face.
“Call her friends then, see if they’ve heard from her or seen her. At the very least you have a robbery to report, but let’s not hope there’s a missing person,” Yoongi said.
“Jimin, call Namjoon and Jin, see if they’ve seen her. Heard from her? Anything,” Jungkook said.
“Okay, I’ll do that,” Jimin answered, pulling his phone from his pocket and getting to work.
“What can we do now?” Jungkook said.
“Wait for me to get there, and then we get to work.”
--
Your head was spinning.
Images and bright lights flashed past your vision. You couldn’t make out where you were even if you tried, your head felt light yet heavy at the same time and your throat was aching.
Instinctively your hand went to your stomach. You looked down and there wasn’t anything concerning at the moment. But you worried for the babies in your stomach, the stress no doubt not aiding in your pregnancy in any way.
“Ah she’s awake,” a sinister voice echoed through the room.
Your mind began to sway and the world whorled into darkness yet again.
—
Jungkook and Jimin sat in their trashed apartment while the police walked around, looking through every inch of their life.
The couple rings weighed heavily in Jungkook’s pocket.
“So the last time you saw her was a few hours ago?” A nameless woman said, sitting in front of them.
Where was Yoongi?
“That’s enough Natalia, I’ll take it from here,” a husky voice said, walking into the apartment.
“Yoongi,” Jungkook said, standing and walking over to him.
“Hey kid,” Yoongi said, wrapping Jungkook in an unexpected embrace. “You worried me on the phone. What’s going on?”
“Look at our home… Someone came in here, someone came here and-and,” Jimin choked up.
“Baby, we’ll find her. The police, Yoongi here, I’ll rip this whole town apart to find her myself, I know you’d do the same,” Jungkook said, taking Jimin’s hands and kissing them gently.
“I’m sorry, I know. We’ll find her,” Jimin said, wiping a stray tear from his eye and taking Jungkook’s hand in his.
Yoongi stood watching the couple, sighing and lighting a cigarette.
Jungkook frowned and waved at the smoke but did nothing to stop the older male. Jimin stayed at Jungkook’s side, keeping himself from correcting what he saw as poor behavior.
“So, you two are having kids?” Yoongi asked.
“Yes, but our surrogate… Y/N, she’s gone,” Jimin whispered.
“I know Mr. Park, I’m a detective with the state department. I’ve already been looking into your surrogate on my way here,” Yoongi said, pulling out a tablet and holding it in front of them.
“Do you know where she is?” Jungkook asked rashly.
“If I did, do you think I’d come here, dummy? You’re still as impatient as you were when we were kids,” he sighed, rubbing his face.
“Kids?” Jimin inquired.
“Yoongi’s been a friend since I was young, we lost touch for a while but we’ve always been in contact in some way,” Jungkook explained.
Jimin nodded in acknowledgment.
“Now, your surrogate. How much do you know about her past?” Yoongi asked.
“We know little,” Jimin said.
“She was private about it, she wanted to live in the moment with us,” Jungkook said quietly.
“It’s understandable why she was so quiet about it. She came from a family dynamic of a professor and a stay at home dad,” Yoongi started.
“No wonder she’s so smart, but doesn’t say anything,” Jungkook sighed.
“Shh kid, not until I get to the good stuff,” Yoongi said, smacking Jungkook on the head lightly.
“Ow,” he pouted, rubbing the spot.
“Anyways. At the age of six she was in a horrific car accident that killed both of her parents, almost her as well. She survived and was given to a great aunt to be raised. At the age of seventeen she had herself emancipated and came to the city. She’s worked odd jobs here and there, barely making enough to scrape by,” Yoongi explained.
Jimin and Jungkook were shocked.
“S-She has no family?” Jimin asked for confirmation.
“She has the great aunt, but her parents were both only children and any other relatives that could’ve come forward at the time didn’t so, the great aunt is all we have,” Yoongi stated.
“She’s been by herself? This whole time?” Jungkook asked.
“Honestly? From what it sounds like, the girl is a loner. Not really a people person, but is kind, does honest work. The only trouble she ever got in was owing her last landlord over six thousand dollars in unpaid rent,” Yoongi said.
“But we paid that off,” Jimin said, looking towards Jungkook for confirmation.
“I thought you paid for it?” Jungkook said.
Both men paled and looked back at Yoongi.
“So it still hasn’t been paid?”
“Apparently not,” Jimin said.
“There’s our motive. Who’s her old landlord?” Yoongi asked.
“We don’t know, but when she went for one of her appointments he assaulted her outside the apartment building. And he harassed the people we sent to gather her things from the old unit,” Jungkook said.
“Cedar Creek Apartments correct?” Yoongi said.
“Yes,” Jimin confirmed.
“Tim Cerkaniks,” Yoongi said, pulling up a profile on his tablet, looking and scrolling through, his face turned quickly into a grimace.
“What’s wrong?” Jimin asked.
“This man has been affiliated with gang activity, drug trafficking and domestic abuse,” Yoongi cleared his throat as the two younger males paled even more.
“Gang activity? Which gang?” Jungkook asked.
“The Hunters?”
“Oh fuck me,” Jungkook growled, running his hands through his hair.
“What’s wrong?” Jimin asked, placing a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.
“Remember about a year ago? When they wanted to give me personal security because I took down one of the Hunters’ leaders in a court case? This-This motherfucker is tied to them,” Jungkook said.
“Babe, it’s not your fault,” Jimin whispered, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek, leaning his forehead into his boyfriend’s head.
“Another motive, looks like everything aligned just right for him to pick her, the question is… why does the apartment look like a wreck?”
“Sir you can’t enter here! This is a crime scene!”
“Like fuck you’re not letting me in here,” Namjoon’s voice echoed through the room.
“You know him?” Yoongi asked.
“He’s Y/N’s best friend. I called him and told him what’s going on, well… As best as I could,” Jimin said.
“Let him in, Scotty,” Yoongi said, gesturing to Namjoon.
Namjoon walked in and gripped Jimin’s shoulders harshly, hauling him up to his feet.
“Hey hey!” Jungkook yelled.
“You fucking idiots! I told you to protect her! I told you to keep her safe! I told you! And this fucking happens, you don’t deserve her!” Namjoon cried.
“Namjoon stop!” Jungkook said, pulling Namjoon off of Jimin.
“No, he’s well within his right Jungkook. He loves her as his friend and we-we did fail her,” Jimin sighed, running his hand through his hair in a stressed motion.
“They had no idea this would happen,” Yoongi said, putting his cigarette out.
“We should’ve tried harder to keep her safe,” Jungkook said.
“You had no idea someone would try to come after her,” Yoongi soothed, patting Jungkook’s back.
“Who are you?” Namjoon asked, looking at Yoongi in confusion.
“Min Yoongi, Detective for the state department. Friend of Jungkook and the only chance you have at finding Y/N before something truly bad happens to her,” Yoongi said.
Namjoon swallowed hard.
“I understand,” Namjoon said, placing his hands in his pockets.
“Listen, it’s late. We’ll get you a hotel-”
“That won’t be necessary, they can stay with Jin and I,” Namjoon said.
“And we aren’t sleeping until we have news on Y/N,” Jimin said.
“Listen, I’ve got half of my department working on this case right now. But if there’s nothing else you can do to help with the case,” Yoongi said. “I will need to speak with you however.”
Yoongi gestured to Namjoon and he nodded.
“Of course, whatever you need,” Namjoon said, rubbing his hands nervously.
“Please, let us help,” Jimin said.
“There’s really nothing-”
“Boss they didn’t take her phone from her!” A woman at the back yelled.
Yoongi’s face turned at that.
“Why wouldn’t they-”
Jimin’s phone started to ring.
“It’s Y/N! What do I do?”
Yoongi thought for a moment.
“Pick it up, but put it on speaker,”
Jimin did as he was told.
“Hello?” He asked, waiting for a response.
“J-Jimin,” your voice hiccuped from the other end.
“Y/N? Sweetheart, where are you?” Jungkook asked, gripping the couch tightly.
“Y-You have f-five hours to deposit money-” the line cut out for a moment. “-that I will tell you s-shortly,” you whimpered.
“Y/N is someone there with you?”
“If I defer from the words that I’m being told I-I’ll be shot,” you cried, the whole room tensed up.
“What are the demands?”
Yoongi’s voice was cold.
“Jimin who is-”
“Only warning you bitch!”
“I-I’m sorry. The demands are as follows. Bring five million dollars to storage units on the outskirts of the city. Right off of Night Boulevard... I-If the money isn’t delivered to-”
“Y/N, pretty, please just tell us where you are,” Jungkook said.
“Here’s a warning for you pretty boy. If you interrupt her or she stops I’m gonna blow her head off. Now Miss Y/N, please continue,” the sinister tone continued
“If the money isn’t delivered to storage unit 52 H by the end of this five hours... Y-You’ll find my body,” you hiccuped and sobs started to come out of your mouth.
Jungkook and Jimin clung to each other, hearts pounding in fear for you.
“D-Do you agree to these terms?” Your voice said, watery.
Namjoon covered his mouth to keep from crying.
Yoongi spoke up.
“Storage unit 52 H, we understand the conditions. Where can we find Y/N after the money is delivered?”
“Y-You can find me using my phone’s GPS. Which has been turned off during the duration of this call.”
“Y/N, we’ll pay. We’ll come get you, don’t worry sweetie we’ll come get you. Just hang in there,” Jimin said.
“Pretty we’ll be coming for you. Just hold on and wait for us,” Jungkook said.
The phone line went dead and Yoongi went right towards the woman with the computer.
“Where did that call come from? Did you track the phone?” he asked, hanging over the woman.
“No, the GPS was blocked. Just like Miss Y/N said over the phone,” she reminded.
“Can’t you go through the IP the phone uses when it hooks up to the wifi? Maybe she’s being held somewhere that has internet. Something to go on, I just need something,” Yoongi said, rubbing his forehead.
“What about the money? Can’t we just pay the ransom?” Jimin asked.
“If we just pay the ransom, what's to stop them from taking her again? What’s to stop them from taking one of the kids when they’re born? We can’t let them push us around,” Jungkook said.
“But Jungkook, it's Y/N, it’s our children. What else do we do? We have five hours,” Jimin reminded.
“Time’s a concept anyways,” Yoongi waved off. “If I were the criminal, where would I take her?”
“Jungkook, is she going to die?” Namjoon whispered, looking down at the floor.
“I won’t let that happen,” Jimin said, low.
“Neither will I,” Jungkook said. “I’ll give them every cent I have to keep her alive if it comes down to it. I won’t let them hurt her or our children.”
Namjoon moved and wiped his eyes with the back of his wrist, keeping his eyes lower for a moment.
“I have an idea,” Namjoon said.
“What is it?” Yoongi asked.
“I-I think she’s at the storage unit now,” Namjoon said.
“How do you know that?” Jimin asked.
“If you listened to the audio, it sounded echoy-if that’s a word-”
“It isn’t,” Yoongi helped.
Namjoon shot him a look before continuing. “She’s somewhere where there’s a lot of open space. But it’s enclosed. So, I think she could be in the storage units somewhere,” Namjoon explained.
“It makes sense. Plus, her phone cut out at the beginning. The signal might have been weak,” Yoongi reasoned.
“Do you think they’re at the same storage unit?” Jimin asked.
“It’s a possibility, the one off of Night Boulevard is in Hunter territory, so it would make sense to take her there. They’d have back up if they needed it,” Yoongi said.
“Then let’s go,” Namjoon said.
“We can’t just pick up and go-”
“I’ll use that five million dollars they wanted to fund your department for the next 10 years if we go now, please. Please just give it a shot, I’ll write the check,” Jungkook said.
Yoongi sighed.
“If we’re wrong we’re wasting time,” Yoongi warned.
“And if we’re right?” Jimin said.
“You’ll have her in your arms in the matter of an hour,” Yoongi said.
“Then let’s go,” Jimin said.
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So I don't normally read Yandere fiction, but this is so good. I am loving this side of Jungkook. I hope we find out the back story, of what happened with Namjoon.
Mused obsession (4)
Written by @sombreboy as Jungkook & @chimoona as Jimin Banner by @carly-bean-blog
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⇢Explicit (18+) ⇢Pairing: Jungkook & Jimin ⇢Genre: yandere, smut, mxm ⇢Word count: 9k ⇢Ch.warnings: profanity, jealous jk, tattooing, light descriptions of blood/pain, exhibitionist jk oh boy, graphic desc. of piercing jk’s cock (I’m no piercer so don’t take this literally it’s fiction, infections don’t exist in this world pls be sanitary.), more intense sexual tension because why not, jk is a total sadomasochist and this you need to remember forever for every damn chapter. xo
Industry famous Jeon Jungkook of GJK photography takes an interest in a model and up-and-coming fashion designer, Park Jimin. After an opportunity to study the man behind his trusty lens, he thinks he may have just found his new muse.
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Ooh this is sooo good. All the little mysteries surrounding Jungkook, just make this story so compelling.
Mused obsession (7)
Written by @sombreboy as Jungkook & @chimoona as Jimin Banner by @carly-bean-blog
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⇢Explicit (18+) ⇢Pairing: Jungkook & Jimin ⇢Genre: yandere, smut, mxm ⇢Word count: 9.7k ⇢Ch.warnings: profanity, sexual tension uffff, dirtytalk, JM grinds JK’s thigh oh dear, JK jerks off in front of JM, spitting, messy blowjob with piercing tugging im not sorry infections does not exist in this world, JK is a sadomasochist but what’s new at this point you haven’t even begun to learn about this man’s desires, JM is so desperate to please those desires smh give him praise, except when he’s a brat but we still love him, breathplay, alcohol, JK’s yandere tendencies slowly grow stronger yeehaw, I hate seung but thats the entire point xo, more tension and jealousy, manipulative/possessive behavior, JM cries
Industry famous Jeon Jungkook of GJK photography takes an interest in a model and up-and-coming fashion designer, Park Jimin. After an opportunity to study the man behind his trusty lens, he thinks he may have just found his new muse.
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This story grips you, it is so intense. The piercing scene was just WOW! Jungkook and Jimin are suited to each other, both into pain. Loved the ending line.
Mused obsession (8)
Written by @sombreboy as Jungkook & @chimoona as Jimin Banner by @carly-bean-blog
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⇢Explicit (18+) ⇢Pairing: Jungkook & Jimin ⇢Genre: yandere, smut, mxm ⇢Word count: 8.8k ⇢Ch.warnings: profanity, possessive/obsessive/manipulative behavior, graphic descriptions of piercing a tongue & nipple, crying, blood, JM has a lisp and it makes my heart bounce harder than cardi b’s ass, JK’s sadomasochism shines brighter than your smile, lots of cockthrobs in this one, watermelon sugar HIGH aka one of my favorite smut scenes in this series– JK feeds JM so messily with fruit and my feeding kink is thriving away into oblivion, Did I say it gets messy? JM is practically covered in fruitjuices so buckle up for some phat dicking honey, light knifeplay, degrading dialogue, masturbation, JM is a masochist confirmed once again, does spitting in JM’s mouth count as a warning?, unprotected rough sex w some creampie on the side, JM begs and cries so much that editing this was almost a bit flustering, Take a sip of water everytime JM says ‘please’ or 'sir’ for good skin, finger sucking, JM’s lips is a warning by itself, breathplay.
Industry famous Jeon Jungkook of GJK photography takes an interest in a model and up-and-coming fashion designer, Park Jimin. After an opportunity to study the man behind his trusty lens, he thinks he may have just found his new muse.
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Wow!!! Intense, love both Jimin and Jungkook. Just keeps getting better.
Mused obsession (9)
Written by @sombreboy as Jungkook & @chimoona as Jimin Banner by @carly-bean-blog
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⇢Explicit (18+) ⇢Pairing: Jungkook & Jimin ⇢Genre: yandere, smut, mxm ⇢Word count: 7.4k ⇢Ch.warnings: profanity, bathtub snuggles that quickly turns into bathtub playtime ;))), handjob, fingersucking, faux sub!jjk fingering himself for pjm to make him trust/love him more he’s not actually sub smh hes just manipulative to give pjm gets a temporary power moment, dirtytalk, blowjob underwater oh dear pjm really likes the danger and i suppose this is a type of breath play, yep this is definitely breath play but pretty rough and inconsiderate so do not attempt this it’s purely fiction and supposed to be a little fucked up, the bj turns into a forceful throatfuck, find the crackhead moment that made me laugh dlhjsakd, back to soft fluff to make sure pjm feels luved so he’ll never leave, pjm discovers some stuff tehe, masturbation on camera
Industry famous Jeon Jungkook of GJK photography takes an interest in a model and up-and-coming fashion designer, Park Jimin. After an opportunity to study the man behind his trusty lens, he thinks he may have just found his new muse.
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Shattered (A Jikook Story): Masterlist
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Summary: Park Jimin was 7 years old when he first saw another little boy staring back at him from the mirror in the hallway of his childhood home, a face that would follow him as he grew up and into a life that is far different from the one he hoped for.
Jeon Jungkook is haunted by the losses he’s suffered and helpless against a father that is deadly in his grief and tearing apart the kingdom that Jungkook will one day rule. His only true comfort is the familiar face of the boy that watches him from the place where his reflection should be.
When their two worlds collide, reality as they each know it will shatter into pieces. But will Jimin and Jungkook be able to free themselves and put the pieces back together? Or is it already too late?
Pairing: Jungkook x Jimin
Word Count: TBC
Warnings: Fantasy AU, supernatural elements, slow burn, violence, death, language, internalised homophobia, coming out, gay panic, mentions of attempted suicide, depression, anxiety, panic attacks, angst, fluff, mild smut, infidelity
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Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20
Shattered (A Jikook Story): Prologue
Summary: Park Jimin was 7 years old when he first saw another little boy staring back at him from the mirror in the hallway of his childhood home, a face that would follow him as he grew up and into a life that is far different from the one he hoped for.
Jeon Jungkook is haunted by the losses he’s suffered and helpless against a father that is deadly in his grief and tearing apart the kingdom that Jungkook will one day rule. His only true comfort is the familiar face of the boy that watches him from the place where his reflection should be.
When their two worlds collide, reality as they each know it will shatter into pieces. But will Jimin and Jungkook be able to free themselves and put the pieces back together? Or is it already too late?
Pairing: Jungkook x Jimin
Warnings: Fantasy AU, supernatural elements, slow burn, mentions of death/violence
Word Count: 1,071
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Author's Note: Oh, hi! Wow, it's been a long time since I've posted my writing on Tumblr or written fanfiction at all really. If you've come here from my other blogs then you'll already know that I've previously written for The Walking Dead and Supernatural over @twdsunshine and Sons Of Anarchy over @charmingoutlaws. But both of those blogs are now closed and I'm here writing for BTS instead. Forever a fangirl, I swear.
So, this is obviously my first time writing for these characters and I've basically built a whole new world for them just to make it extra challenging! It's an AU with two different worlds and magick and monsters and all sorts of weird and wonderful things going on, and there will be angst and hurt and comfort and fluff and some spicy moments, and it will all centre around the beautiful Jikook, and you're all going to love it, okay? Okay.
It goes without saying that my characterisation of the boys is based on their public personas/comments made in interviews and such like. I don't know them. They are essentially fictional characters here but I hope you will love them as much as I do.
Are we ready, ARMY? Not sure I am, but here goes nothing.
Let's get it!
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Jimin.
Jimin.
Jimin.
The storm is closing in, rain-heavy clouds rolling overhead. The thunderous footsteps pursuing the two men reverberate off of the trees that surround them, the thick trunks dense and dark, tangled roots protruding and causing them to trip and stumble as they flee. Jungkook’s heart pounds in time with the name that is repeating in his head.
Jimin.
Jimin’s palm is sweaty in his, and Jungkook can’t keep himself from casting anxious glances at the other man, taking in the pale cast to his skin, the panic in his wide eyes. Jimin’s hair is plastered to his forehead, his breath coming in short sharp gasps, and Jungkook fumbles in his pocket for the device he has been given, feeling it slip and slide between his slick fingers. The switch is right there. He is so painfully aware of it that it’s almost burning him through the fabric of his pants. One touch and it will activate, but who knows what will happen then? Right now, all Jungkook really knows is that Jimin is at his side, running for his life, and it’s his fault.
It is all his fault.
Jimin.
After all, isn’t it because of Jungkook that Jimin is here in the first place? Not just fleeing from the oncoming troops and their mutts, but in the Geoul Kingdom instead of safe and sound at home in his own world where nobody wants to hurt him, to use him to force Jungkook’s cooperation. Wasn’t it Jungkook that had sought comfort from the smaller man, needed the strength Jimin brought him in order to do what he should’ve done years ago? He’d been so close to giving up before Jimin had tumbled into his life, fragile and afraid and so, so lost. Jungkook had been bordering on apathetic, unable to care any longer about the atrocities he’d witnessed, the cruelty inflicted on his people. He’d been too worn down by his own divided loyalties to even consider fighting like he should have. Because he should have fought sooner, so much sooner.
Jimin.
Jimin.
Perhaps if he had, he wouldn’t be seeing moments from his past flash through the front of his mind, his history in fast forward as his feet pound against the packed earth, wouldn’t be counting his regrets as they come upon the cliff edge faster than he ever would have imagined possible. He’d thought he’d turned them away from the sheer drop a mile or so back, trying to lead them in a wide curve that would take them to the mountains, where they could maybe lose their pursuers in the rocky outcrops, regroup and recover, but here they are: nothing but air in front of them, towering waves whipped up by the fierce wind ready to toss them around and tug them down and steal the breath from their lungs.
No…
Jimin.
Jungkook’s feet send loose stones clattering over the edge of the rock face as he skids to a stop, throwing his free arm out to curl around Jimin’s waist and bring him to a sudden, jarring halt. He can feel the ragged rise and fall of Jimin’s chest as he pants, whipping his head left and right as he searches desperately for a way out.
There isn’t one. Jungkook knows it. He knows this land, these woods, the wild rugged cut of the coast. It’s his home after all, the Kingdom he had been born to one day rule, that he loves too fiercely to leave but has been too weak to stand up and protect.
Jimin.
Oh Gods, Jimin.
Breathless shouts reach his ears above the gale, at the same time as shadowy figures appear from between the trees at their back, some moving in formation and sporting weapons, others creeping low to the ground, bodies taut with tension and rumbling with deep, hungry growls. They lurk in his peripheral vision as he stares at Jimin, his hand buried deep in his pocket once again, drawing up every ounce of faith he has as he fists the device and draws it out into the open. He watches as the other man’s gaze drops to take it in before meeting his, a look of understanding in Jimin’s eyes that Jungkook swears he can feel deep in his heart, steadying him as he runs the pad of his thumb over the switch.
“Do you trust me?” The words are snatched away by the howling wind, too quiet to be able to stand up to its wrath, but, when Jimin nods without hesitation, he takes it as the confirmation he needs it to be. “Okay.”
He readjusts his grip on the smaller man, their fingers lacing together, sticky and searing hot with exertion, but solid, reassuring all the same. Because even in the midst of the chaos and the fear and the torrential downpour that has been unleashed upon them, Jimin is all that Jungkook can really see, all that he can feel. Just Jimin, watching, waiting, trusting, hoping… And Jungkook hopes too; hopes that this won’t be the end for them when they’ve only really just begun.
Around them, soldiers ready their rifles. They’ve formed into a tight semi-circle, trapping the two men between themselves and the sea, as their mutts pace back and forth behind them, strings of drool dripping from their gnashing jaws, but Jungkook shuts them all out, keeps his attention on Jimin, swallowing hard as the other man nods again.
“Let’s go, Kook.” He follows the movement of Jimin’s lips as he urges him on, still offering him strength even as his life hangs in the balance. Because this is Jimin, and of course he’s selflessly trying to be there for him even as the world around them crumbles. So, Jungkook has to be strong, he has to. For him.
Jimin.
He casts one fleeting look at the troops that trap them, condemning them to their fate on his own father’s orders, and then he fidgets with the device once more, deaf to the commands being bellowed at them across the open clifftop.
“On three,” he murmurs, tugging Jimin a step closer to the edge, still gripping him tight. “One…
Two…
Three!”
He jumps, propelling himself forward and pulling Jimin with him into empty air, plummeting downwards as the breath is punched from his lungs.
Jimin.
Jimin.
Jimin.
Ji-
A flash of lightning blinds him, and Jungkook flips the switch.
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Series
Shattered (Jungkook x Jimin)
Park Jimin was 7 years old when he first saw another little boy staring back at him from the mirror in the hallway of his childhood home, a face that would follow him as he grew up and into a life that is far different from the one he hoped for.
Jeon Jungkook is haunted by the losses he’s suffered and helpless against a father that is deadly in his grief and tearing apart the kingdom that Jungkook will one day rule. His only true comfort is the familiar face of the boy that watches him from the place where his reflection should be.
When their two worlds collide, reality as they each know it will shatter into pieces. But will Jimin and Jungkook be able to free themselves and put the pieces back together? Or is it already too late?
One-Shots
Fall From The Stars (Straight Into Your Arms) (Jungkook x Jimin)
Maybe it should have been obvious to Jimin, after so many years.
Maybe, after so many years, it sometimes was, if he let himself think about it, let himself believe.
Sometimes, Jungkook would look at him in such a way that Jimin would feel himself falling falling falling. In love, in lust, into the galaxies in his eyes.
Fall From The Stars (Straight Into Your Arms) (One-Shot)
Summary: Maybe it should have been obvious to Jimin, after so many years.
Maybe, after so many years, it sometimes was, if he let himself think about it, let himself believe.
Sometimes, Jungkook would look at him in such a way that Jimin would feel himself falling falling falling. In love, in lust, into the galaxies in his eyes.
Pairing: Jungkook x Jimin
Warnings: Canon compliant, coming out, mentions of homophobia, mild self-loathing
Word Count: 4,322
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Author’s Note: Well, hi there! It's been a while (note to self: when all of your author's notes start that way, you definitely spend more time procrastinating than writing...). I have been trying to work on the first proper chapter of Shattered for months now, but writer's block is actually real, I swear, and it's just not coming easy to me right now.
This, however, came out of nowhere. I wrote it in about two hours yesterday evening, and I'm not even sure if I like it or if it's any good, but I have had A Day and so, I figure, fuck it! Let's actually get some work posted. What's the harm?
So, have some unplanned slightly angsty, awkward Jikook circa 2015ish. Enjoy!
P.S. The title is from the song Stars by Simply Red. The song itself isn't at all relevant to this little one-shot really, but the title fit too well to not use it.
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Maybe it should have been obvious to Jimin, after so many years.
Maybe, after so many years, it sometimes was, if he let himself think about it, let himself believe.
Sometimes, Jungkook would look at him in such a way that Jimin would feel himself falling falling falling. In love, in lust, into the galaxies in his eyes. And he'd sometimes think - sometimes wonder - whether Jungkook was perhaps falling too. It made him feel a little better to believe, just for a moment, that he wasn't falling alone without a parachute, without a hand to hold or the promise of a safe landing, lost lost lost in those starry eyes. Maybe he and Jungkook were freefalling together. Maybe they were floating, weightless. Maybe.
But then he'd watch the easy way that the younger would laugh with Jin, the way he'd wrap a nonchalant arm around Taehyung's shoulders or fall asleep curled up to Hobi on the couch, and he'd remember the hesitance that painted the maknae's face the last time he'd made physical contact with Jimin, just a tentative hand at the top of his arm, and he'd convince himself that it was all in his head, those looks, the notion of the two of them riding an air current, defying gravity, reaching reaching - always reaching, for each other or for a future they couldn't help but hope for.
“He's just a kid,” Yoongi would assure him, on the rare occasion when Jimin would whisper his confusion to him in the deep dark of night, two hushed voices frighteningly loud in the sleepy silence of the dorm. “He's awkward. He doesn't know what he's doing yet. It's how it's supposed to be.”
“But he won't even…” Jimin would tail off, searching his drowsy, overworked brain for the right way to explain. “It's like I disgust him. Like he knows what I am, how I am, what I feel, and he hates it. Maybe he hates me.”
“How could anyone?” Yoongi would murmur, so nice, so kind when there was no one else awake to witness it. “Jimin-ah, don't you remember what it was like? How you'd fumble around your crushes when you were still trying to figure shit out?”
“Well, yeah, but…”
“But?”
“But I was never friends with them. I didn't live with them, work with them, spend every second with them. This is- It's different.”
“Yeah, it's different.” Yoongi would fidget, all sharp angles and long limbs against Jimin's firm muscles and soft curves. “He's having to do all of this with everyone watching, with a camera in his face the whole damn time. Of course he's gonna be self-conscious, second guess himself. It's not like this is the most accepting industry.”
“I know, but…”
“He's scared, Jimin-ah. Give him time.”
And he knows. That’s the thing. Jimin knows Yoongi’s right. Jungkook is scared. They’re all scared: of failure; of success; of being seen; of their secrets being torn from their chests and held bare beneath the spotlight for inspection. He and Yoongi most of all, he thinks. They’re the ones with the most to hide, after all, the ones who know who they are and what they want, but couldn’t ever dare admit it for fear of losing it all, everything they’ve been running towards.
Fame is fickle, but the team is a family, and neither one of them could stand to let their family down.
But Jungkook…
He’s brave, Jimin thinks. So shy, so afraid with his bitten-red lips and bambi eyes, staring staring, always staring, as if he can’t quite believe he’s there, in the midst of the show, in the centre of the stage, on the covers of the magazines. But he’s still there, standing in the middle of their line-up, glaring defiantly at the cameras even as his cheeks flush pink at the attention. He’s still belting out his high notes and hitting every beat as they perform their hearts out, desperate, so desperate to be accepted, to be loved.
He’s brave because he fears but does it anyway, chases his dreams, and so, maybe, if he’s not chasing Jimin, it’s because Jimin isn’t one of them. Maybe Jimin is just another brother to him. Maybe everything else, anything else, only exists in Jimin’s imagination.
Maybe.
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It’s late. He should really be back at the dorm, Jimin knows, trying to get some rest before another day of schedules - interviews and pre-recordings and practice practice practice. He should be tucked up in his bunk, catching up on the sleep that his body desperately needs, but his mind refuses to switch off, stuck in a loop of Jungkook Jungkook Jungkook and it’s enough to drive anybody mad. But Jimin… Jimin is exhausted. He’s drained physically, emotionally, mentally. And he’s almost certain that his mind’s refusal to stray from the youngest of their team might actually send him spiralling into insanity if he gives himself over to it, and so he’d dragged himself up and out, and now he’s here: in the gym, skin glistening with sweat under the harsh glare of the fluorescent lights.
He can see himself in the mirror as he runs, feet pounding against the treadmill, eating up the miles as he wrinkles his nose and tries not to hate the way the bright copper of his hair makes him look paler, the way his tiredness paints dark circles beneath his eyes and makes them droop, the way no amount of hard work and no strict a diet seems to lessen the roundness of his cheeks. He never used to judge himself so harshly, he knows, but it’s different now. Everything is different now, with so many eyes watching him, assessing him and finding him wanting, always wanting. He’s not a boy anymore, not a man either. He’s an idol and that means he has to be perfect. There’s so much about himself that he can’t change, but his body, his hair, his features… They’re fair game, so much that can be done with exercise and dyes and wax and make-up. He can at least strive for physical perfection even if he so often falls short.
What’s beneath… He understands by now that there’s no changing that. God knows he’d wasted enough years trying. There’s no make-up that can change how a body yearns, how a heart loves; no exercise that can train his gaze to submit to the teasing swish of a short skirt around full thighs rather than the taut flex of muscle under skin; no dyes that can colour him anything other than what he is. He just has to trust that, if he can work a little harder, if he can get as close to perfect on the outside as possible, that it might be enough of a distraction that nobody will care to look any deeper. Maybe.
The soft sweep of the automatic doors sliding open at the other end of the room tears Jimin from his cutting inspection of his own reflection, and he snaps his head to the left to see who has intruded on his late-night workout, only to find himself gulping nervously when Jungkook shuffles in. He’d been sleeping when Jimin left, he was certain of it, but now he’s here in the gym, soft brunette locks pillow-tousled and broad shoulders looking smaller somehow in his oversized tracksuit, though, of course, he’s bigger than Jimin. Has been for some time.
“What are you doing up?” Jimin asks - hates that his curiosity sounds so accusatory when he didn’t mean anything by it, except perhaps, ‘Why aren’t you sleeping?’ or ‘Are you okay?’; hates that Jungkook’s mouth curves down into a frown.
“I woke up and you were gone,” is his only explanation, as if that’s enough of a reason to be leaning casually against the weights machine at 2am, watching as Jimin slows the treadmill he’s using to a brisk walking pace.
Jimin says nothing. The silence between them feels stilted, awkward, and he hates that too; hates so much about himself and this and the whole situation that he’s scared he might scream it out into the void between them if he dares to open his mouth. So he doesn’t, turning back to the mirror and continuing to march on the spot, letting the whirr of the machine and the steady thump of his pulse drown out the stifled sound of his loathing.
“Why’d you leave, hyung?” Jungkook is moving closer, seemingly unwilling to let himself be deterred by Jimin’s determination to ignore him, and Jimin wishes he wouldn’t because when he’s standing right in front of him he can see the creases in his cheek where it had been squashed against his pillow and those damn galaxies in his eyes, stars on stars on endless stars. He feels winded all of a sudden, as if he can’t draw in a deep enough breath, and he slows the treadmill to a stop, leaning heavily on the handrails as he pants.
Jungkook watches him. Waits. He keeps waiting as Jimin leans down and grabs his water bottle, popping the cap and taking a sip, letting the cool liquid soothe the fire that’s burning in his veins. Finally he shakes his head, raising one hand to wipe away the sweat that’s beading on his brow. “Couldn’t sleep.”
“But you’re exhausted. We all are.”
Jimin nods, waits for Jungkook to say something more, to ask him why or if he can help at all because he’s like that, would do anything for his hyungs, but instead it’s Jungkook’s turn to stay silent and he just watches watches watches as Jimin finds himself falling once more.
“Spot me?” Jimin asks, but it’s not really a question. It’s a demand or perhaps a plea for help, a way to drag himself out of the starry depths he’s losing himself in and ground him. The padding of the bench gives a little beneath the press of his spine when he sits down and lays back, but it’s still firm enough, still solid, still real. He’s not floating. He’s not falling. He’s here, and the cool metal of the barbell is bliss beneath his sweaty palms, the weights either end forcing him down down down towards the earth, exerting his muscles and it feels good. It feels like something other than weightlessness, so he’ll take it, enjoy it while he can.
But perhaps he didn’t think it through all the way because, of course, Jungkook is spotting him, and that means he’s watching Jimin intently, gauging his abilities, his comfort, how much more he can take. His bottom lip has disappeared between his teeth as he watches - he’s always watching, waiting - and Jimin has to close his eyes because he can’t breathe again and how can he work out when he can’t get enough air into his lungs? He can’t. He can’t and now his arms are shaking with the strain, his biceps aching, failing, and he’s sure he’s going to drop the bar, crush his ribs beneath its weight, until he blinks and it’s gone and he’s floating again with nothing to weigh him down. Or perhaps he’s falling. He’s not sure he can even tell anymore when Jungkook hovers over him, concern pinching his brow.
“Hyung, are you okay?” he asks, slightly panicked, his voice an octave higher than usual. “What happened?”
“Must’ve overdone it.” Jimin can hear the words leaving his mouth but he can’t quite remember forming them. Jungkook’s hair is falling into his eyes, starlight shining through leaf-laden boughs and dappling Jimin’s skin, and all he can think is pretty pretty, he’s so damn pretty, and Jimin just… He wants to touch. His arm lifts on its own before his mind catches up with his urges, and his fingertips are almost there, almost close enough to brush against Jungkook’s cheek, trace his scar - pretty, so pretty. He can feel the warmth emanating from the other boy and he wants wants wants.
If he thought falling was painful, lonely and endless, then crash landing, Jimin finds, is excruciating. Jungkook flinches at the close proximity, and just like that he’s plummeting back down to earth and the impact hurts. It’s jarring. He yanks his hand back like he’s been burned and maybe he has because his eyes are burning too, his vision blurring and no… No, he can’t cry, won’t cry, not in front of Jungkook, not like this. He won't cry and he pushes himself up from the bench to hide the telltale puffiness of his lids and reddened face, wiping away the threat of tears as if they were just more beads of perspiration.
There's silence behind him for several long moments, and then movement, footsteps, the brush of fabric and the creak of the bench under new weight.
“Spot me now, hyung.”
It doesn't make sense. That's Jimin's first reaction and his second and his third, because Jungkook just watched his arms almost give out, had to save Jimin from weeks of pain and bruising by plucking the barbell from his grasp just as his strength was about to fail him, so why on earth would he trust Jimin to spot him now? But his fourth reaction is, of course, to do as the other boy asks, because when could he ever say no to Jungkook after all, and he turns and takes up his position at the maknae's head.
He watches, swallowing hard when Jungkook’s hands wrap around the metal where his own had just been, wonders if he can still feel traces of Jimin's body heat beneath his fingers. Jungkook adjusts his position, shifting on the bench, and then he lifts and Jimin can see the tendons in his neck strain as he bears the weight.
“Hyung, can I ask you something?” He's barely done a rep when he starts talking, starry eyes fixed somewhere far above them.
“Just focus on lifting, Kook-ah,” Jimin tells him, but the younger just grits his teeth, lowering the bar almost to his chest before heaving it towards the ceiling once again. He used to be such a scrawny kid, Jimin thinks, cute but lanky, like a string bean. Not anymore. He's growing up, his body changing, broadening, and it suits him. It suits him far too well.
“I wanted to ask…” A pause, another rep, and then, “Jin-hyung said I should just ask. I was talking to him about it but,” - another rep - “well, he couldn't really help me.”
“Help you with what?”
Jungkook looks more at ease now that he's into the rhythm of his lifts, or perhaps he's just too distracted by the conversation to notice the strain anymore. Perhaps he's showing off, just a little, after Jimin's pathetic attempt. “With… Well, the thing is…”
“Spit it out, Jungkook-ah.” Jimin forces back a wince at the bite to his tone, but he’s growing agitated, his mind filled once again with Jungkook Jungkook Jungkook when the whole point of coming here was to drive those thoughts away.
“Hyung…” Jungkook sucks in a deep breath, and Jimin notices a tremble in his hands, so slight he may have missed it had he not been focusing so intently. “Hyung, do you like boys?”
Jimin's first instinct is to laugh. He's not entirely sure why - habit, perhaps, or hysteria. He feels the corners of his mouth twitch, air escaping from his nose in a soft huff of amusement, but then Jungkook's gaze settles on him, seemingly studying him upside down, and Jimin is sure he can see right through him, right down to his heart and soul, so what's the point really? And, more than that, what's the harm? He can trust Jungkook, he's sure of it.
“Why'd you ask?” Jimin hedges, buying himself a little time to think - he just needs to think - and Jungkook is still watching him, his joints locked with his arms extended and the weights raised above him.
“Jin-hyung… He said he thought you might; thought Yoongi-hyung might too. But he wasn't sure. And I just wanted to be sure.”
“But why?” There's that tremor again in Jungkook's hands, and this time Jimin reaches out, takes the barbell from him and sets it back down, anything to distract himself from that look in Jungkook's eyes. He doesn't know that look, can't read it, and it's setting him on edge.
Jungkook sighs, long and heavy, as if, now that Jimin's taken the weight from him, he's left with the weight of the world bearing down on him instead. He looks small in that moment, shoulders hunched, and Jimin's reminded of the boy he used to be, so cute and so so lost. “Because I do,” he says and he's almost whispering but it sounds loud, so loud, in the empty gym. “I think I do and I just need to know I'm not alone.”
Jimin is silent. He's not watching this time though, or waiting. He's reeling. Because he'd thought and he'd hoped, and he'd wondered if maybe he was just seeing what he wanted to see, despite Yoongi thinking so too and agreeing and being absolutely certain. And he trusted Yoongi’s judgement above all else, he really did, but he hadn't quite let himself trust his hyung this time because if he'd been wrong… If he'd been wrong…
But he wasn't wrong and now Jungkook is looking at Jimin, galaxies swirling with equal parts hope and terror and Jimin's mouth won't work and so all he can do is sink down beside the younger boy on the bench and hope that their arms pressing together provides some level of comfort.
The silence is suffocating. Jimin wants to break it, wants to reassure Jungkook and confess to him and wrap his larger frame up in his arms and tell him that he's there for him and that it's all going to be okay, but he's worried - that it might be too much all at once and he's not sure he knows how to be anything but too much right now. So, instead, he clears his throat and asks, “Why me?”
“M’sorry?” Jungkook mumbles, shooting Jimin a sideways glance full of confusion.
“Why are you talking to me? Why not Yoongi-hyung?”
Jungkook thinks for a moment, then shrugs, shakes his head, sighs again. “You didn't answer the question,” he points out, a slight challenge to his tone. “Answer my question first, and then maybe I'll answer yours.”
The gym floor is linoleum, yellowing, with small cracks criss-crossing the expanse and faded patches beside each machine where hundreds of feet have worn it away over the years. If Jimin squints, he's sure that he can make out words in some of the marks, just like he would make out shapes in the clouds on a summer's day. His sneaker leaves a black scuff mark behind when he drags it over the aged surface with a high-pitched squeak.
“Yes,” he says, when the moment has dragged on too long and he realises he has no choice but to be honest, because he wants to hear what Jungkook has to say, needs to hear it like he needs oxygen in his lungs. “Yes, I like boys.”
“You never told any of us?”
“Didn't come up,” Jimin explains with a shrug, though he knows there have been ample opportunities should he have wanted to take them. “Yoongi-hyung knows. Only Yoongi-hyung. I'm sure some of the others think… I mean, obviously Jin-hyung does. But I've never actually… I mean, it's hard, y’know? You never know how people are gonna react.”
“Idols can't be gay,” Jungkook states, matter of fact despite the fact that Jimin's sure the conflict is tearing him in two. It certainly had Jimin. He isn't sure he'd have managed to put the pieces back together, make them somehow fit without Yoongi's wisdom. Sometimes he forgets that his hyung is only 2 years older than him because he just deals, he copes and he doesn't falter, and Jimin has needed that more than anything else as he's come to terms with himself and tried to reconcile his heart and his dreams. He hopes that Jin has managed to do that for Jungkook, at least a little, but he's not sure it's possible for anybody who hasn't been through the struggle to really understand.
He looks at Jungkook now, huddled in his too-big sweatshirt, wide eyes fixed on his fingers as he twists them together, and his heart bleeds and bleeds and bleeds.
“Your turn,” Jimin says, clearing his throat when his voice comes out a little thick, a little too full to the brim with raw emotion. He hopes that Jungkook won't notice.
Maybe he does, maybe he doesn't. Maybe he's too caught up in his own thoughts, his own insecurities, to register it. His lips are chapped and red, moving wordlessly as if he's running lines inside his head, and Jimin wants to rub the pad of his thumb over the bottom one, soothe the sting that he knows all too well comes from gnawing on it endlessly. He tucks his hands beneath his thighs in case his urges should take over again, doesn't want to make Jungkook uncomfortable - more uncomfortable.
Jungkook stays silent, his mouth stilling, eyes hazy and unfocused as he continues to gaze down at his hands, and Jimin's about to tell him it doesn't matter, that he doesn't need an answer, even though he does. He needs needs needs so badly, but he also cares, and he doesn't want to pressure Jungkook when this has already been so hard for him, so intense. And then the younger boy speaks, his voice so quiet that Jimin has to strain to hear him.
“I- I wanted to talk to you. I thought about going to Yoongi-hyung, thought he'd be… I don't know… More practical about it. Better at giving advice maybe?” He pauses, shrugs. “But then I realised I don't… I don't really care if Yoongi-hyung’s gay. It doesn't matter to me whether or not he likes boys, or whether he likes girls or both. I don't… I don't think I need to know.”
A lump has formed in Jimin's throat and he can't swallow it down, can't shift it, can't speak. He's not sure he wants to speak, feels like he should, but what if this isn't what he thinks it is, what he hopes it might be? What if he's wrong and he says the wrong thing and it goes wrong wrong wrong? He couldn't stand it, couldn't…
But Jungkook's still talking, still not looking at Jimin and Jimin just needs to see the stars.
“I wanted to talk to you, hyung. I realised that… that it bugs me that I don't know who you like. I don't know why but it does. Jin-hyung said he thought you were, and it put the idea in my head, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I just… I just know that it matters to me if you're gay. I needed to know.”
“And now you do,” Jimin rasps because he's found his voice, finally, but that lump in his throat is still there. “Now you know.”
“Now I know.” Jungkook nods slowly, taking it in, and then he turns to Jimin, meets his gaze and Jimin almost whimpers. Because he can see the stars now, those galaxies that he finds it so easy to get lost in, and they're on fire, blazing bright, endless and beautiful and burning burning burning. Jimin’s cheeks are burning too, set aflame by the intensity in Jungkook's eyes, and he knows he's falling, a meteor hurtling through space, on course for collision and eruption and heat heat heat. “I'm not…” Jungkook starts, stops, tries again. “This is new. I can't… I'm not ready to-”
“It's okay,” Jimin cuts him off, surprised by how steady he sounds, how sure. “You don't have to be. We've got time.”
Jungkook nods again and Jimin swallows hard, finally letting his urges take over again as he frees one of his hands and lets it cover Jungkook's, tangling their fingers together and staring in fascination at how the younger’s fingers seem to dwarf his own.
“I'm scared,” Jungkook whispers.
“You're brave,” Jimin whispers back, and Jungkook squeezes his hand, bringing their palms together. Warm, Jimin thinks. Warm warm warm. Warm hands, warm smile, warm heart. Everything about this boy is warm, but the fire in his eyes is blazing hot.
***
Maybe it should have been obvious to Jimin, after so many years.
Maybe, after so many years, it sometimes was, if he let himself think about it, let himself believe.
Sometimes, Jungkook would look at him in such a way that Jimin would feel himself falling falling falling. In love, in lust, into the galaxies in his eyes. And he'd sometimes think - sometimes wonder - whether Jungkook was perhaps falling too.
Now though, he knows. Jimin is falling, hard and fast and endless, hurtling through space. But he isn't afraid. He is in awe. Because he’s amongst the stars, so high above the ground and surrounded by so much beauty, raw and timeless and hot hot hot. And maybe, just maybe, the stars are falling too - into him, around him, for him, constellations collapsing and being born again, starting anew but always beautiful, always brilliant, shooting across a vast black sky and painting pictures against the mundanity. Jimin thinks, if he squints, he can make out a vision of the future in the patterns they paint, just like he would make out shapes in the clouds on a summer's day. Two figures shifting and dancing and together together, always together. Collapsing and being born again, starting anew but always beautiful, always brilliant.
And he thinks, maybe, that's exactly what the future has in store for him, for Jungkook too, the both of them, together.
It's too early to say, but maybe.
Just maybe.
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Charmander on AO3
So... I've been quarantined after testing positive for covid and I decided to spend that time binging Charmander's fics on AO3
So here's are some thing's I want to recommend that I've read from this author. Disclaimer: since I have so much time on my hands I've been only leaning toward the longer series by this author.
Another diclaimer: These are all Jikook fics so if mxm isn't your thing... this is not the rec for you :)
Blind Switch
When Jimin’s parents decide he needs to straighten out his life in order to earn his trust fund, they send him to his grandparents’ ranch where he meets prestigious horse trainer and jockey, Jeon Jungkook. Jimin has always gotten his way before, but Jungkook is used to working with anything and anyone stubborn, and Jimin may have just met his match. (14/14) With a one shot extra! ->
Naughty or Neigh
Settling into life on the ranch doesn’t come without a few hiccups. OR The Blind Switch Christmas Special no one asked for.
Damnatio Aeterna
Beaten and disgraced by the wandering pack he once led, alpha Jeon Jungkook finds himself under the care of two city-dwelling betas. With his omega dead and himself weakened and traumatized by the torture he endured, he does the best he can to adapt to a life he never wanted and the advances of a headstrong alpha with a peculiar interest in him. (11/11)
Devil Dog
(Personal Favorite but make sure you read the tags!) He hasn’t counted his kills since passing the sixth one years ago. Back then, it was the guilt that made him keep track. After the sixth time watching a body fall and knowing he caused it, Jimin accepted this as his new reality. As for Jungkook, he's never known anything but the harsh call of war. (12/12)
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When small-town boy, Jeon Jungkook, decides to move to the city to pursue his dreams, he finds himself in the middle of an eccentric little Burlesque Lounge, mystified by the flamboyant, laissez-faire dancers, risque performances, and, particularly, a dancer named Park Jimin.
With a whole new world opened up to him, Jungkook becomes determined to land a spot on the stage, exploring all the parts of himself he was too afraid to face before, and falling in love for the first time. (4/4)
Well these are the one's I've read so far, and they're all amazing. As always, mind the tags friends. I'll probably be reading the rest of charmander's works while in quarantine in between writing my new story Convenience!
hey! my names ley and i just published my first bts fic ever oml im so excited
its only on ao3 at the moment so im gonna leave the link here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34358167/chapters/85494241
i apologise for the ending i’m gonna fix it eventually i just ran out of words
itll be up on here soon but omfg im so excited
masterlist
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reposting, modifying or translating is not allowed. appropriate legal action will be taken if any of my works are plagiarized in any way, shape or form.
+ contains sexuality, strong language, mature themes, nsfw, smut
⇒ softcore | smut, fluff | idol au
you want to push him so that he fucked you rough until you squirted.
⇒ alphas | smut, fluff, angst
— 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧
⇒ therapeutic spa | smut
+ one — you got a full body massage from a hot masseur
+ two ft jungkook — you got a special fee after the last time
⇒ manhandled you | smut
+ he wanted to manhandle you from behind fuck you hard as he shove his fingers deep in your mouth, making you whimpers as you drool all over his fingers.
⇒ let me teach you | smut, fluff
+ you and yoongi has been in a relationship for two years but you are still a virgin because of how innocent you are, however, yoongi always having a hard time when you wear cute sexy outfits just for him plus whenever you wear his shirt.
𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧
𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧
⇒ take it | smut, angst
+ you humiliated your boyfriend in front of his friends and told him your ex can fuck you better— when the truth was you boyfriend always fucked you good and hard.
therapeutic spa [2] , pjm & jjk
you got a special massage after the last time
⇥ pairing : masseur!jimin ft. masseur!jungkook / f.reader
⇥ genre : smut
⇥ word count : 2853
⇥ warnings : spa!au, oral (f.received), blow job, hand job, fingering, penetrate, massage, spank, dirty talk, unprotected sex
➫ part one
➫ masterlist || © hardggukk 2020. Do not repost or modify
It had been three months since you went to the spa, last time was so incredible. You were out of words to tell you pleased by the massage, you wanted to go there again after Jimin, the masseur told me that he will feel delighted if you came again. Plus, he even told you will get a special fee for the second visit. You blushed at the unexpected gift from him at the time and were shocked by the intense and pleasurable orgasm he gave to you.
Yet there you stood in front of the spa as you kept thinking about the special fee Jimin talked about, you eager to know. Your face crimsoned and your hands began to shake as you fantasizing about him doing that to you again. You decided to wore nothing under your very tight white dress, you love how the dress enhanced your curves in the right way.
You greeted by the same male receptionist when you approached the counter. ”Oh hi y/n! It has been a long time, right?” You smiled by his friendly behavior. ”Yes it is, eventually my work got myself so busy. Can I get a full body massage for today?” Your voice slowed down at your last phrases, burned up by the thought of your past massage session.
”Of course, I will set you up. You may go inside.” He politely invited you as you finished your payment. ”Have fun.” He chuckled as you looked at him surprised but you decided to ignore his remarks as you were excited to get your message. You wished it will be Jimin again to be your masseur but you knew the spa policy was not supposed to be like that, nevertheless you still hoped for him.
”Oh it is you again. I’m glad to finally see you,” Your face brightens up as you see the blonde hair man none other than the masseur who had been haunted you in your dreams. ”My name is y/n, Jimin.” You chuckled as he addressed you like that, he smiled cutely as he stared at you. You can’t help but gaze down on his lower abdomen, amazed to see the tent up against his jeans. He looked so big down there, the last time massage he only pleased you, you didn’t have time to please him back as the session had ended.”Here is the towel,” Jimin approached you as you heard him locked the massage door.
You grew anxious but at the same time giddy to know what you will be experienced from him. It just takes a few minutes for you to strip from your dress since you wore nothing except it. You blushed as you saw Jimin waited for you at the side of the bed, you noticed how his eyes traveled every inch of your body. “Y/n,” Your heart fluttered when Jimin called your name softly and with his Busan accent caused his voice became a husky, erotic whisper.
”I told you about the special fee for the second visit, isnt?” You nodded, your fist palmed your loose towel to keep it covered your bare body. ”So, I will put on a blindfold around your eyes, is that okay with you?” You blushed at the unexpected treatment however you aroused with it. The last time was so great, you never had such an amazing orgasm like that. You were more eager, anticipated for the special fee.
You nodded your consent, Jimin motioned you to the massage bed. You nibbled your lower lips when Jimin touched your shoulder and turned you to put on the blindfold. Jimin held your hands stirred up your nervousness, ”Let me help you with this towel,” His soft voice anyhow ignited your arousal, she was wringing your hands in agitation. You attempted to control your emotions as Jimin slide off the towel from your body, leaving you naked.
”Lie on your front,” Jimin asked and you followed his order, obedient. You could feel your body started to react just by lying down on the bed, you had to hold your temptation for so long to feel Jimin’s hands on your body. You sucked in a deep breath when Jimin poured the oil on your thighs, you breathed a great sigh of relief after your tense muscle seemed to relax upon Jimin massaged you.
You felt a surge of excitement flow through you, you inhaled a quick breath as Jimin’s hands on your thighs aroused you. You were sexually frustrated, such a simple act was already giving you so much pleasure. You wanted him to take you there and wrecked you, you wondered how his cock would feel like, inside you, even his fingers could give an intense orgasm.
You flinched when you felt another pair of hands on your back, Jimin probably noticed it, ”Y/n, this is part of the special fee. You will get a massage from two masseurs.” You muttered okay, sit back and enjoyed their hands on your body. ”I hope you don’t mind, y/n. My name is Jungkook.” You smiled and let out a long sigh of despair when Jungkook slides his hands firmly across your shoulders then glide them down to your back.
A flush of embarrassment rose to your cheeks when Jimin’s hand massaged your ass. He put the pressure against his thumb, fondled your ass softly. You whimper soft moans at the contact, you were so aroused at that point. You bite your lower lips when Jimin slides his fingers from your behinds, his slick fingers felt astonishingly good against your pussy. You felt his fingers pushed apart your pussy lips before his fingers glide over your cunt. You moaned even louder, your insides were in a flutter as Jungkook massage both side of your boobs.
Jungkook’s oiled hands made easy access to grope your boobs, his thumbs rolled against your nipples caused you to arch your back. Your cries of pleasure filled the room as you weren’t even trying to keep your voice down. ”Please, turn around y/n.” Jimin requested, your body limped and slick, coated with the oils all over your body. You panted by the time you turned your body, you felt Jimin reached the blindfold before uncovering them around your eyes.
You fluttered your dark lashes, took a brief look at both of the men surrounded you. Your heart thumped so fast when your eyes landed on Jungkook, he looked as good as Jimin. Deadly hot. His muscles rippled beneath his thin white tee, both of them stared at you like prey, lust, and arousal filled their orbs. Your massive boobs bounced when you turned your body, earned a soft growl from Jimin.
You felt the burning sensation in the middle of your chest, you gasped when Jungkook poured the oils on your boobs. His large masculine hands rubbed the oils on them, your nipples hardened by the contact. Your lips muffled low moans as Jimin slides his wet fingers against your cunt. The pleasure you felt was instantaneous, their hands on your tits and pussy gave so much pleasure to you.
The tip of Jungkook’s fingers swirled around your pebble hard nipple sent electricity straight to your clit. You were already wet, so wet, that you can hear the sound of your cunt made when Jimin rubbed his fingers on them. That was only the beginning yet you were already falling apart.
Jungkook moved his hands down from your tits to your stomach then between your legs. Jungkook reached up the back of your knees, held them up and wide apart, you were so aroused at them as you can see what they were doing to you. You loved the things they had done to your body.
You were out of breath when Jimin finally pushed his fingers inside your soaked hole, your lips twitched and your eyelids fluttered. Jungkook grabbed your tits with his free hand again, circled your nipple and pinched them slightly whilst Jimin pushed his fingers in and out your hole so sensually slow. You gripped the bedsheets, let out a shameless cry. Their hands alone were better than any other man you had sex with, you moaned louder as you were about to reach the peak of your climax.
Jimin noticed how your body trembled, he used his thumb on your clit while he fingered the hell out of your harder. ”Ahh, Jimin, I want to cum.” You shut your eyes closed, nibbled your lower lips as you rode your high using his fingers. ”Yes, baby. Come, come around my fingers.” He encouraged, using two fingers to spread your folds apart to spit directly onto your little bud before licking it away almost immediately. You screamed in pleasure by the time you watched Jungkook coated your wetness while Jimin took care of your and slide his wet fingers into his mouth, his eyes rolling backwards. ”You tasted so sweet, babygirl.” Jungkook’s deep voice sent shivers down your spine. He still hold your legs up, made it easier for Jimin. Your body started to quiver, you were breathless as you cum hard.
Jungkook placed down your legs, you opened your eyes to see both of them stared at you. You cant help but notice their massive bulge against their pants, your mouth drolled by the view. ”Are you okay? you want to keep going?" Jimin asked softly, asked your consent, you nodded your head. The only thing you can imagine at that moment is both of them fucked you hard.
Jimin smiled at you before he walked at you, he planted a soft kiss on your lips, you felt Jungkook reached your legs and held them up then did something you will never forget. His mouth latched on your cunt, you instantly gripped a fist of his kong dark hair. Jimin pushed his tongue inside of your lips, his hands traveled down to your tits and gave a firm grab on them. You moaned against the kiss when Jungkook ran his tongue up and down your slit and swirled his tongue around your clit.
You buckled when he flicked his tongue on your clit. ”Fuck, Jungkook!” You squealed, arching your back when hips suctioned onto your sensitive clit, sending you to the edge. You sobbed, grabbed the back of Jimin’s neck and deepened the kiss whiled your other hands clutched Jungkook’s hair.
”Jimin, I want to suck you.” Jimin groaned when you reached your small palms against his bulge. ”Are you sure, baby?” You nodded, your voice stuck inside your throat as Jungkook lapped your pussy harder. You loved how Jimin so soft and asked you beforehand to make you comfortable, Jimin pulled down his pants along his boxer. You gasped to see his cock bounced and hit his toned six-pack, so massive and hard. You noticed his pre-cum on top of the head. You leaned down and stuck out your tongue, gave him a teasing lick.
”Don’t tease me, baby,” Jimin groaned, his palms caressed the side of your cheeks. You smiled at him before taking him fully inside your mouth, ”Ahh, fuck, y/n. Your mouth felt so fucking good,” He cursed, threw his head back, and thrust his hips inside your lips. ”Ah, yes suck me like that.” You were too focused on sucking Jimin’s dick and failed to notice Jungkook had stopped to lick your pussy as he positioned his dick on your hole.
”Ahh, fuck!” You cried out left Jimin’s dick out from your lips as you looked at Jungkook. Jungkook chuckled as he looked at you before shoving his dick inside of you. ”Fuck, y/n. You are so tight, shit!” You rubbed your hands up and down Jimin’s dick, gave him a long lick on his balls, your palms massage and played his balls sent him back to heaven. ”Baby, suck it please while you playing with my balls.”
You swore it made you wetter when Jimin begged you, ”You like it when I do this to you, Jimin?” Jimin nodded as he grabbed your head and plunged his dick inside of your mouth. Your tongue swirled on the tip of his head, Jimin growled as he fisted your hair. Jungkook on the other hand, moved his hands to your inner-thighs, keeping them spread open as he started to fuck you. You were so wet that every time he bottomed out, your juices would drip down his balls. You were so wet, dripping onto the sheets and soaking his cock. Lewd, wet slaps filled the room as he fastened his pace, desperate to get you to cum.
”Ahh, Jungkook, I want to cum.” You moaned, the absolute pleasure they were giving you was unlike any that you had experienced in the past. His hips met the backs of your thighs caused the pleasure you felt to the peak. He went deeper inside of you as you clenched around his dick and he growled, ”Fuck, baby, your pussy feels so good.”
You hummed against Jimin's cock, sent a vibration against his cock. ”Y/n, I want to cum baby.” Jimin stated, you bobbed your head on his dick faster wanted him to cum. Jimin shut his eyes closed before he splurged his cum inside your mouth. You couldnt help but gagged at it, Jimin took out his dick from your lips as he hand job his dick to release more. Jimin came all over your boobs and face, your body rocked forth and back due to Jungkook hard thrust, ”Jungkook!” you screamed, arched your back. Jungkook growled beside your ears, his thrust became wilder and rough and you could tell he was about to cum as well.
Jungkook still then groaned and you felt his hot cum started to pour outside of your pussy and shit it was a lot. You glanced sideways at Jimin who masturbate himself while watching both of you and Jungkook fucked. You reached Jimin’s neck and kissed him, Jimin sat down beside you on the single bed without leaving your lips. You were so needy even after two orgasms you still want to ride Jimin’s dick. You pushed Jimin on the bed left him off-guard, he chuckled as he stared at your naked body. ”Patience, baby.” He said.
”Why don't you turn and faces jungkook so that he can see this sweet pissy of your stretched out around my dick,” You smiled at him as you turned your body faced Jungkook, you bit your lips upon to see Jungkook rubbed his palms on his big throbbed dick. He smirked at you as he noticed you looked at his dick. You moaned when you pushed yourself down on Jimin’s dick, he was so big. You took a time before shoved the rest of his dick inside your hole, your palms gripped his thighs as you moaned louder.
You slowly started moving up and down, bounced yourself like a horny teenager against his dick. Then you started to go harder and faster, Jimin groaned and his cock started to swell with desire, you rubbed yourself against him kept the slow pace. ”Look at this fine ass, baby.”
Jimin praised as he gave a harsh slap on your ass. He groped your ass as he started to move his hips while you bounced on him. It turned you on even more caused you to become wetter and wetter. ”Oh shit! Look at that ass jiggle against my body,” Jimin groaned as he slapped your ass again.
”Jimin!” You moaned as Jimin gripped your ass firmly, you bet it will leave his handprint on your skin. You roughly rode his thighs as if there was not tomorrow and the fact Jungkook watched turned you on even further. ”Jimin! Oh god!” You whimpered as you could feel your climax rise, you could feel him started to pulse inside of you and you knew both of you were close.
You gasped as you saw Jungkook stood up from the chairs and he walked towards you before leaning down and lick your pussy while Jimin’s dick inside of you. Your head spinning by the intense pleasure you received, ”Jungkook! Oh, fuck! Don't stop!” You screamed so loud, somehow hoped the walls were soundproof but at that point you don't even care if anyone heard you, both of them treated and pleased you so well.
Jimin gripped the side of your waist, moved you up and down his cock. You cried out when Jimin’s nails dug into your waist and you slammed down on his cock. Jungkook lapped his lips against your cunt and Jimin’s dick inside of you brought you ecstasy. Jimin reached up and grabbed your breast from behind, as his index fingers toyed with your hardened nipples. You couldn't contain your moans as you screamed out loud in pleasure.
And then you felt it, the build of climax. You slammed one last time before you were seeing starts, your body fatigued after the hardcore treatment you received. Jimin filled his cum inside of you, your body trembled and you were drained of all energy. You collapsed on top of Jimin, before everything blackout.