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a collection of things that have made me feel a certain way

updated 23042024

not everything recommended here will suit everyone (smut/ violence/ toxic relationships) and if you do click into links please make sure you read the tws before continuing. 

Social Media AU! (text messages/ snapchat/ twitter/ insta typa vibes)

casual - @muniimyg (JJK × reader)

i have been religiously following this on one of my other tumblr accounts and it's finally completed and i'm so excited to share this with all of you!!

reading this made my insides very tingly and BUTTERFLY typa energy!

lowkey my new comfort fic!

there's some written parts here and there but it really just adds to the CONTENT and the SPICE of the whole situation

 Tiger Flower  - @v-hope (JJK × reader/ KTH × reader)

hella fluffy. makes my heart do the uwu. very much wholesome. something i stayed up till 6am reading

11/10 would stay up till 6 reading it again.

also the significance of tiger lilies is insanely aDORABLEEE 

my love for jjk has just grown a gazillion times more

Under A Shadow - @firebettercallnct (KTH × reader, slight JJK × reader)

a lil angst and a lil fluff. (as all good stories will have)

kinda wish it was longer idk. im a sucker for super long stories.

ALSO !! we get some side yoonmin action !!!!!!!!!!!

Stole your shirt - @firebettercallnct (JJK × reader)

one of my personal favs. super cute and also everyone’s on some kinda crack or sum shit idk.

p damn fluffy and when you reach the end you’ll j kind of wish you could go back to before u read it because u wna experience all the feelings agn.

ALSO!!!! we hv some namjin and yoonseok action !!!1!!

Rumour Has It - @bangtann-bangdamn (KTH × reader)

very much wholesome.

genuinely found it quite funny and it had me laughing at 2 in the morning

i dont rly hv much to say just pls go read it. 

everyone should read it once in their lives

Belong - @v-hope (KTH × reader)

THIS IS FINALLY COMPLETED!!

something i chanced upon during my late night fanfic times and like let me tell you. a whole fucking new world. 

this was really a beautiful read. 11/10 obsessed with this. i literally spend my time rereading this.

teehee give this a read. all yall artist!taehyung fans are rly not gna regret it

Daylight - @maravillamin (MYG × reader)

will make you decide to legally change your name to y/n

ever wanted to be a single mom because you got a divorce with your useless husband? no? well now you wish you were.

literally dad!yoongi and mom!reader

also you have the cutest friends? like this is so cute. makes me want to birth children

touch of him - @herherteartear (JHS × reader) 

you are living the perfect girl life kinda thing and hoseok's the opposite of it all

this is serving polar opposites but not really kind of energy. 

also this is giving off "business only" family energy if you know what i mean.

Actual written things !!

 Monster - @btssmutgalore (JJK × reader)

currently deactivated so i've linked the fic from dee's ao3

this started so many years back and just a few days ago it finally became a completed fic!!!

i have an extremely soft spot for this jungkook.

personal favourite is chapter 18. like literally my heart expands a gazillion times just thinking about this

ngl i was here more for the plot than for the smut. truly chef's kiss

charred - @neonlights92 (JHS × reader)

this was genuinely quite intense. i dont really know what i was expecting out of this tbh. 

development of story plot was great! I enjoyed seeing how it unfolded bit by bit.

this was part of a collection of fics written about mafia!bts n this is my literal fav. i feel like it wasnt too cliche?? (take note of how i said i feel, bcs at this pt i dont even know what counts as cliche anymore) but hey to me this was good n refreshing n i liked it n now i want to share this with all of u

Beloved - @bang-tan-bitches (MYG × reader)

major yandere energy. lowkey disturbing but some part of me is just madly obsessed with this. 

also when you picture daechwita!yoongi it really just drives you craycray

i really dont know what else to say?! but do give this a read (only if you're comfortable)

this is definitely not going to be something that everyone is okay with reading so please check the warnings before proceeding!

love of my life - @latetaektalk  (MYG × reader)

okay this shit be painful af. this fucking broke me. idk have never been the same since. would still read it all over again.

this was about 7k words? so not the longest but it was long enough for something so sad :( 

in general really sad and emo. if you want to feel like the whole world is crashing on you pls give it a read.

the art of the rom-com - @gukyi (JJK × reader)

first of all wtf. made me feel single af. 

it’s our fav kind of enemies to lovers energy. slowburn. college au. yeah you get the gist. 

super fluffy but we love to see it. also mildly angsty but it’s all g we will get over it.

okay but also this was so longggg!!! what an experience. a solid 33k words. i nv thought i would reach the end of it but i did.

super solid read. i hope yall read it too.

blossom - @namfinessed (KTH × reader)

okay first off, yall alrdy know i love hella long fics. this was 38k+ words.

please only read this when you have the time istg i was staring on my tiny screen and really wanted to just fall asleep but also it was too intriguing to just sleep on.

yall rly be sleeping on this though. a very solid read.

i mean you really can’t go wrong with florist!taehyung energy amirite

bad influence: collection - @noteguk (JJK × reader)

so this is an ongoing one as well. 

truth is i havent finished reading whatever has been posted yet. BUT i do have a very good reason for it, which is that i’m not ready to be in a position where i realise i’m going to be done reading it.

frm wtv i’ve read this is some sexy ass story. 

honestly you could read it as individual parts i guess? but for the real feels pls read all the way from the first part. 

oh and it’s a hella hot badboy!jungkook so yes if you r into that you def should add this to your must read list.

easy - @itsamejin (JJK × reader)

okay so here’s the deal with this. collegeau! fuckboy energy. bets are made. yea you kinda get it.

It’s a very basic boy takes bet and ends up falling for the girl kinda thing but idk i really enjoyed the process of reading it. 

you get the good fluff and angst balance in this too so :>

Thoughts Of You Keep Me Awake At Night - @hollyhomburg (MYG × reader)

yoongi asking for cuddles i-

reason stated above should be reason enough for you to go read this

it’s a short 2.1K word situation here so you don’t have to spend a whole hour on it heheh

very nice experience if you’re reading this while it’s late at night and you are alone in bed and can’t seem to fall asleep.

Get You The Moon - @bymoonchild (KTH × reader)

enemies to lovers. do i really have to elaborate on this?

you get to see soft!taehyung and also like jock!taehyung all in one !!

i felt shy reading this. was super absorbed.

ooh and it’s smutty too! 

it’s relatively long (we’re talking 19.6k words besties) but wow the build up, the plot the everything is peak!!!

Paper Cranes - @aquaminwrites (KTH × reader)

we are talking best friends to lovers. some next level fluff. kim taehyung is completely to die for here. i kid you not.

made me wish someone would like me this much lol.

i felt the butterflies reading this. got some post reading depression after this,,,

18.3k words about how you n kth are like the best in the world?? so like go read?!!

anti-baby fever - @gashinabts (JJK × reader)

pls this was so funny and for WHAT!?

it genuinely made me laugh out loud at 2.32 in the morning. 

okay but it’s smutty so you gotta be able to like the spice to read this

it’s also short (4.5k)!! which is a blessing if you are planning to read smth real quick before going to bed!!

but i found myself relating to this though bcs i do not want to have babies unless it’s w bts :’) 

SIN CITY - @btssmutgalore (PJM × reader)

currently deactivated so i've linked the fic from dee's ao3

okAY YALL so this is the one thing that lives in my head rent free. istg there was a period a while back when i went on a social media cleanse or smth but i just had to go back onto tumblr to get updates on this

genuinely the one thing that keeps me going

it’s completed so u can experience all the emotions in one sitting if you are up for that. 

has my whole heart.

dear @btssmutgalore i love you for writing this. pls marry me.

and yes it is spicy my dears. very spicy.

you do get a decent amt of fluff n angst ish n smut so yes it covers all bases.

and you get sum dancing jimin :>

you won’t be able to control yourself istg pls go and read. 

Waking Up Next To The Sun - @houseofwhalien (JHS × reader)

this do be wholesome hours w bby jung hoseok

wholesome morning becomes spicy morning and then back to wholesome morning

okay and this is truly the duality of jung hoseok. like i can literally picture the man being exactly like this

is a short 1.8k of sunshine to bless yall !

Interrupted - @kimnjss (JHS × reader)

let me get yall with this. this is actual spice spice. we are talking extra chilli pepper flakes. 

i’m not usually one for something that is just full on spice but like i was feeling sum typa way when i read this. 

it’s idol!jhope in here who also turns out is your boyfriend. istg y/n do be the luckiest uGH.

it isn’t too long (4.3K words) so it works as a quick read to convince your brain to have some sexy hoseok dreams.

there was a bug - @kimnjss (KNJ × reader)

i felt frustrated reading this man. like the push and pull - istg my girl y/n and kimnamjoon really needa get their shit tgt. 

this was so dirty and for WHAT!! making me shy in bed when i’m all alone with my phone hngghh

has quite a bit of angst and fluff but it’s worth it. the 7k words are all worth it.

baby, my baby - @pjimims (JJK × reader)

okay this was something i read years ago but as i was scrolling through the things i liked i found it again! 

thought it was quite cute

i mean come on dad!jungkook is to die for

am kinda sad they aren't writing anymore fics tho :"(

Angel in the Darkness - @icyhobi (JJK × reader)

okay this made me go oop

i remember seeing like part 3 and i was like okay gna wait for it to be a completed fic before i start reading. and i finally got around to reading it yesterday.

mafia!jungkook is kinda my thing now i guess idk

also wth they all be so sneaky sneaky about everything

will make u go omg out loud

anyway i think i am going to hv I trust issues now (finish reading it and you'll know what i mean by this)

Meet The Parents - @btssaysstudy (KNJ × reader)

idk what it was about this that made me feel very warm but i liked it a lot

it's super short and wholesome

and idk it's nice to think that our dear kim namjoon would be like this 

cute read for when you're busy and need a short burst of fluff to get you through the day

Serving Bitterness - @guksthighs (KSJ × reader)

let me start off by saying this is like the first seokjin fic im recommending omg

this is a super short one (1.8k words) so it's something that you can probably squeeze in during the busy mornings. 

let me first start off by saying y/n is really not here to play lol

also you do gonna be experiencing some second hand embarrassment at the end of it though oof

but yes pls read it was kinda cute, kinda wish it was longer though 

do you want me (dead?) - @gukyi (JJK × reader)

this is a hogwarts au story!!!

dont you just love ravenclaw seeker mr jjk bcs im obsessed!!!!

v cute fic honestly

10/10 wld recommend

pls give it a read hehe

Exitus Acta Probat - @bang-tan-bitches (MYG × reader)

guys,,,, mafia!yoongi pls i am on my knees.

funnily enough i discovered this ages ago during one of my late night tumblr reads but then i lost it the next morning. was able to find it again a few days (?) ago!!

i really liked how yoongi pulled sneaky moves and basically lulled y/n into believing whatever he wanted her to believe to get what he wants

it's lowkey giving yandere(?) and something about yoongi in yandere-ish vibes really keeps me going on a daily basis

tbh my mind sometimes goes back to them and makes me wonder where they are now!!

(pls,,, if you ever want to write more for them,,, i am so ready for it!!)

The one that got away (literally no longer exist; but just going to keep it here)

the snow king - @bloomsuga (KTH × reader)

you got fanatsy stuff going on. you got hella angsty and fluffy all at the same time. besties i think we found the best ice prince! kim taehyung out there.

also we have some slight cutie jimin moments. ( a definite plus!)

oh yea and it gets smutty but in like the most beautiful way.

also this was a long read of 25k words. but it’s a an absolute beautiful creation. did not know that we could put 25k words altogether to make such a masterpiece.

lowkey wanted to cry bcs its way too good.

Willow - @breakiebunny (JJK × reader)

i am not going to ever recover from this.

the number of times i find my brain just drifting over to this work of art is not okay.

my whole heart is still out here hoping desperately that in some alternate universe where this is true that everything is nice and works out great

i felt kinda empty after finishing this ngl,,,

and this is a one-shot,,,

will always hold a piece of my heart

stood up - @parkdatjimin (MYG × reader)

okay everybody. pls. just read this pls.

like this was bloody long. fricking 26.7k words. but what a great use of 26.7k words.

it's like shakespeare rose from the dead and was like what if i dropped another hit!!! (okay not a hit,,, idk it's 2 in the morning i cant think)

for someone who has never even been in a relationship in her whole life i really FELT THIS like in my heart, in my soul typebeat

also working some meh food n beverage job is literally my life. laugh out loud. going to daydream about this when i'm at work tomorrow.

bitter sweet - @mikrksmos (JJK × reader)

once again ladies and gents, my fav typa thing; bf2l

my heart. so full of love. for bestfriend!jk

also wtheck jungkook with a lil sibling? heck yea sign me tf up!!

i think i was very much overwhelmed with the emotions that our dear jk felt bcs sometimes life do be like that

plot was p dang noice!!

the number of times i have read this today is actually embarrassing,,, jeonjungkook has my whole soul pls,,,

payback | jjk | m | drabble

[ ! ] this is a drabble for bad influence. You can read it as a stand-alone.

— summary; in which Jungkook learns to be more careful about what he wishes for. 

— contents and warnings; smut, pwp, badboy!jungkook x goodgirl!reader, enemies to lovers, bickering, dirty talk, cock worship, jk has a big dick, blowjob, handjob, spitting, deepthroating, edging, gagging/choking, oc tears up a little, praise kink, (both ways), a spark of size kink, cum is everywhere (face, mouth, tits), the oc is a demon but jk finds a way to handle her: the endless saga 

— words; 2.7k

— author’s note; FILTH!!!! This is filth. That’s it. I have no excuse, your honor. 

~ 

There were some key ways to break Jungkook down which you had grown particularly familiar with. 

The most common one was annoying him, of course, not backing down from his constant bickering until he gave up and finally decided to shut up. You could also be overwhelmingly nice to him to the point that he didn’t even know how to respond without getting flustered — albeit that was a much more rare approach, and it really depended on your mood. Another thing you could do, of course, was to not pay attention to his mindless provocations until he moved on, like a class clown that didn’t receive any laughs. That was always a safe bet, but you’d have to handle a lot of shit before it got to that point, so there were a few downsides. 

Most of those however, at least to you, could not compare to the last option: which was to indulge in his bullshit and twist it against him until he was reconsidering his primary approach to the situation. You didn’t do that a lot when it came to mundane matters, but, in the bedroom, that was a different story. 

“Fuck, baby, do something already,” he complained, his voice strained with desire. Jungkook’s chest was heaving, tremulous breaths escaping his nose as he looked down at you. “You’re having way too much fun with this shit.” 

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welp goodmorning to me !

feels like summer | jjk | drabble

[ ! ] this is a drabble for bad influence.

— summary; in which you two share a pleasant summer afternoon together.

— contents and warnings; fluff, badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, enemies to lovers, secret relationship, lil bit of possessiveness (playfully though), sexy ice cream eating that is only sexy in jks mind, cuddling 🥺

— words; 1,3k

— author’s notes; this drabble is very important for bad karma!! Sorry for taking so long to drop it, but here we are!

~

After so many months dealing with your constant academic nagging, Jungkook would like to believe that he became a pro at deflecting your puppy eyes. He couldn’t be mad at you for trying to push him towards better grades or whatever — even though he couldn’t care less, he knew it was important to you — but he did get a little overwhelmed when you tried to project your own habits onto him.

That day, a simple comment had snowballed into you trying to convince him to make something more serious out of one project. To Jungkook it seriously couldn’t be any less important that one of his professors was head over heels for some idea that he had scratched out after two energy drinks and one all-nighter, but, apparently, you were on that same frequency.

“It’ll look good on your CV,” you said, one arm around his shoulder and your legs thrown over his lap. You two were sharing a bench in a park near campus, and you just had to ruin his peaceful ice cream moment with college-related bullshit. It was a talent of yours.

Jungkook scoffed, running one hand through his hair. “Like I give a shit about that.”

Of course, you weren’t giving up so soon. “Please? For me?” You pouted, pressing your cheek against his arm. Jungkook knew if he took one look at you, he’d cave. So he kept looking straight ahead, at the two dogs that were running around on the grass. “You’ll have fun.”

He snorted. Fun? Yeah, right. “I’m not you, princess, I don’t have a hard-on for scholar activities,” Jungkook responded.

You sighed, turning your head a little so now your chin was poking against his shoulder. “Still, I think it would be a nice experience. It couldn’t hurt to try something new.”

“Yeah, I got that from, like, the sixty other times you told me that.” Jungkook laughed, ruffling your hair. “I’ll think about it, alright? But I won’t promise anything.”

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everybody.... this right here. this is it

»part forty three — service error

»belong

»artist!kim taehyung x heiress!reader

one year to prove you can fend for yourself. one year to keep your parents from making the most important life decision for you. one year to still carry the perfect life for the media whilst carrying a simpler one for yourself... and way less than one year for you to realise you belong in the latter, with that cynical new roommate of yours.

a/n: well this was quite long, wasn’t it? lol i don’t have much to say this time so… hope you enjoy!

nOT THE CLIFFHANGER I ASKED FOR 😭😩 PLS MY HEART IS ACTUALLY IN PAIN FFGKWBA

»part forty four — desperate

»belong

»artist!kim taehyung x heiress!reader

one year to prove you can fend for yourself. one year to keep your parents from making the most important life decision for you. one year to still carry the perfect life for the media whilst carrying a simpler one for yourself... and way less than one year for you to realise you belong in the latter, with that cynical new roommate of yours.

a/n: ngl i thought i wouldn’t be able to fit the whole thing in just one part for a moment there lol. thank you sooo much for being so patient with me, things have been kinda hectic lately :/ the next part is done though, so it shouldn’t take me too long to post it, i hope you guys enjoy! (and forgive me once again for the cliffhanger)

—Belong

one year to prove you can fend for yourself. one year to keep your parents from making the most important life decision for you. one year to still carry the perfect life for the media whilst carrying a simpler one for yourself...

and way less than one year for you to realise you belong in the latter, with that cynical new roommate of yours.

pairing: artist!kim taehyung x heiress!reader

genre: fluff, angst, humor, social media au, enemies to lovers, roommates au, arranged marriage au, non-idol au

status: completed

schedule: whenever i have time to because uni is taking up most of it lol. i will announce an update is coming beforehand though!

keys:

🖋: written part/drabble

playlist

a/n: she’s here! i really hope you guys enjoy this au because i already am attached to it lol. and yes, i am A Sucker for artist taehyung, don’t even @ me. introductions coming soon! let me know your thoughts!

if you want to be added to the tag list, please send me an ask.

🥀 part one — introductions

🥀 part two — designer undies

🥀 part three — ariel

🥀 part four — gold digger

↳ bonus 🖋 — coffee shop

🥀 part five — missed you

🥀 part six — homesick

🥀 part seven — popcorn

↳ bonus 🖋 — puzzle pieces

🥀 part eight — not that bad

🥀 part nine — fix it

🥀 part ten — picasso

🥀 part eleven — ice prince

🥀 part twelve — pretentious

🥀 part thirteen — burgers

🥀 part fourteen — 20/10

🥀 part fifteen — eavesdropping

↳ bonus 🖋 — brat

🥀 part sixteen — thought so

🥀 part seventeen — (no) feelings

🥀 part eighteen — pinky promise

🥀 part nineteen 🖋 — secrets

🥀 part twenty — ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

🥀 part twenty one — tea

🥀 part twenty two — double-booked

🥀 part twenty three — master plan

🥀 part twenty four 🖋 — sweet night

🥀 part twenty five — liar

🥀 part twenty six — worlds collide

🥀 part twenty seven — pizza night

🥀 part twenty eight — pillow

🥀 part twenty nine — dirty work

↳ bonus 🖋 — no fun

🥀 part thirty — apartment hunting

🥀 part thirty one — number three

🥀 part thirty two 🖋 — scenery (m)

↳ bonus — love you the most

🥀 part thirty three — home

🥀 part thirty four — the kim’s

🥀 part thirty five — heartshaped cake

🥀 part thirty six — wife material

🥀 part thirty seven — birthday brat

🥀 part thirty eight — cockblock

🥀 part thirty nine 🖋 — fall out

🥀 part forty — feel the emo

🥀 part forty one — give up

🥀 part forty two — sleep on it

🥀 part forty three — service error

🥀 part forty four — desperate

🥀 part forty five 🖋 — last chance

🥀 part forty six — fever dream

🥀 part forty seven 🖋 — breathe (m)

🥀 part forty eight — universe

↳ bonus — always

🥀 part forty nine — happiness

🥀 epilogue 1.0 — europe

🥀 epilogue 2.0 — family

more bonus parts bc we love those:

🥀 bonus one — q&a

🥀 bonus two 🖋 — sleep in

okay wtf,,, me N WHO ?!!

this is how you fall in love | jjk

(banner made by me. do not steal or repost. not for personal use. / minors dni.)

— pairing: jungkook x f!reader

— genre: rockstar au, established relationship, fluff, smut, light angst

— summary: After years of drinking and clubbing most days of the week and leaving every gig with a different girl on his arm, Jungkook feels what it’s like to want someone with his entire being.

— playlist: listen here <3

— warnings: not-so-linear storytelling, my attempt at writing soft giggly sex 🤭, slight sub!jungkook, big dicc!jungkook, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), riding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, brief cockwarming, hint of exhibitionism kink if you quint 👀, mentions of insecurities and anxiety. i think that’s it! lmk if i missed anything

— word count: approximately 9.3k (i thought it was gonna be 11-12k at one point lol)

— note: here she is, my first proper oneshot !!! the title is from jeremy zucker and chelsea cutler’s song ‘this is how you fall in love’ lol how creative, but you should listen to it while reading this bc i feel like it sorta adds to the experience. also my first time writing smut lmao bear w me 😫 anyhoo this jk in particular is so special to me i enjoyed writing this so much !! btw it’s not as edited as i would like but oh well lol

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

Jungkook commands the attention of every room he walks into; and just like right now, he’s basking in all the attention, all the screams of his name from dozens of girls and boys alike in this packed bar. You knew he was a charmer since you first met him, and you had known from the start that no matter how hard you try to resist, you would succumb to him eventually.

Sometimes, you feel as though he doesn’t belong to you—he can’t possibly, right? Not when people are shouting along to every word falling from his lips and you are… well, you’re just you. He’s destined for the world, for bigger things than just your two-bedroom apartment. Loving him is a privilege, and the thing about privileges is they can be taken away.

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some sick part of me enjoys reading psycho fics like this 😃😃

honestly complexity of characters gives me hella mixed feelings and i cant even figure out where i stand right now? like would i still love jk or wld i j be like MURDERER ?!! Also kth finna be scaring the shit outta me. but it's like he does things out of love? or guise of love? idek but this shit is whack ! 11/10 obsessed w this. parts of this chapter will continue to haunt me but i'll live with that

Only You (10)

Word Count: 11,267 // [SPOILER IN WARNINGS] angst (mention of double homicide, gore/blood, miscarriage, mistreatment of a corpse, panic attack, meltdown, blackmail, gun, abuse), toxic relationship, manipulation

Photographer!Jungkook X Noona!Reader

Summary: Jeon Jungkook, your wedding photographer, helps you escape on your big day upon learning about a secret your groom-to-be kept hidden. You soon fall for this young, passionate photographer. However, you underestimated just how much he was willing to reciprocate that love. Maybe, you think, he’s loving you just a little too much.  

A/N: Thank you for waiting so long! Please let me know if you enjoyed this chapter if you want to. Enjoy! - 🐰

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nAURR,,, bcs i saw 28/30 and was like what if i just binged it now.... n now my brain is so lost n confused at 3 in the morning siagrkabdvd

please love me // kth 

neither strangers, friends or lovers; maybe they’re meant to be the in between 

+ 

these days, taehyung realizes he spends most of his time in between your legs and lost in his thoughts — trying to convince himself that he’d rather your body than half of your heart

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pairing: taehyung + oc 

au/genre: strangers to friends with benefits to lovers ?? slow burn / one sided pining, goodgirl to fuckgirl!oc + fuckboy!taehyung, social media au + written scenes, crack, and angst

warnings: love/hate relationships, getting over an ex (jimin) aka VMIN FEUD, explicit language, BASICALLY THIS FIC IS DEDICATED TO THAT PERSON U MET DURING UR HEALING ,,, ahahahahaaa…. implied + actual smut

parts: on going / 30

note: ATM update schedule will be inconsistent.

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omg makes me so uwu!

loved the way the words were used to craft this entire masterpiece! this isn't so much on plot, but really goes to show that people are really gifted in the ways they are able to use words to convey something so beautiful. there is a desire in me to also hopefully, (god willing), be able to experience something so beautiful, comforting and wholesome all in itself. it was nice to be able to picture love in its rawest form and for that i am so grateful that you wrote this!

a beautiful read that reminds us of what love can look like. 

Slow Motion | kth.

banner made by the lovely @caffekoo​ 🤎

↠ pairing : Kim Taehyung x Female Reader

↠ summary :  Burdened with melancholic thoughts, haunted by unspoken words and carrying a heavy heart… Taehyung turns to his safe haven, you. The warm you who will melt his blue and grey.

↠ genre : established relationship au, idol au, boyfriend!tae, comfort au

↠ rating : SFW (angst & fluff only)

↠ warnings : allusions made to depression, depictions of a sad day and feelings, taehyung is heavily upset … that’s about it :)

↠ word count : 2K

↠ a/n : hi everyone! i hope those who haven’t read this before enjoy being comforted by boyfriend!tae <3 this fic is very personal and dear to me, it was the first one i wrote so please do share your thoughts. comments & feedback are always appreciated 🤎 the gorgeous banner was made by @caffekoo​ & this was beta-read at the time by @taegularities​ & @chateautae​ - thank you 🤎 happy reading !!

↠ songs : blue and grey & there you are - zayn

Days like today. Days where Taehyung only feels hollowness blossoming within his chest. No heart, no contentment, no sign of life within him. Voidness being the most apparent feeling, his silent screams simply echo inside his numb self. Days like today are days where he wants to fall into your arms and let them be enough for the night.

When wrapped in your arms, he is transported to a serene place, a place of loving restoration. He knows it’s love. The moment he drops his head on your chest, he knows he can be the vulnerable human he is. Trusting you with his eyes closed, he is certain you’ll never abandon him in the depths of his despair.

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OKAY here are my full thoughts now that i've had a bit of time to fully digest the whole thing.

i'll say this was somewhat of a lighter read than i expected?! but i guess with most smaus i have seen it usually tends to be something of a lighter tone in general. the topics that were touched on like the toxicity that came with oc's relationship w jimin felt quite brushed over. but maybe that's just me? i kinda wish we cldve seen and understood that a bit more to have more of a connection to what was going on with that relationship. 

but in general, i liked the complexity in terms of character growth, friendships and changes in relationship dynamics. i think there's a lot of untapped potential for oc and taehyung that can be further developed (maybe in future drabbles?! [: ) each part was generally pretty short so many things seemed to move on really quick  (which comes with its own pros n cons).

the friendship between joon, tae n jimin could also be a possible area that readers couldve seen more about. brotherhood is something that many hold to a high accord so the struggle that joon may have faced in wanting to be there for both of them is also a possible area that we can look into !! (ANOTHER AREA THAT CAN BE FOR FUTURE DRABBLE HEHE!!)

loved being able to see vulnerability between oc and tae as they tried to figure out where they stood with one another in terms of their friendship/ relationship. it was a very real and relatable moment (lmao)  

overall major lurv <3 am so excited to see what else u hv in store kimi !!

please love me // kth 

neither strangers, friends or lovers; maybe they’re meant to be the in between 

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these days, taehyung realizes he spends most of his time in between your legs and lost in his thoughts — trying to convince himself that he’d rather your body than half of your heart

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pairing: taehyung + oc 

au/genre: strangers to friends with benefits to lovers ?? slow burn / one sided pining, goodgirl to fuckgirl!oc + fuckboy!taehyung, social media au + written scenes, crack, and angst

warnings: love/hate relationships, getting over an ex (jimin) aka VMIN FEUD, explicit language, BASICALLY THIS FIC IS DEDICATED TO THAT PERSON U MET DURING UR HEALING ,,, ahahahahaaa…. implied + actual smut

parts: 30 / 30 [ completed 05.01.22 ]

note: ATM update schedule will be inconsistent.

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very cutes omg !! i cant help but picture skool luv affair jeon jungkook. kekeke.

a part of me was kind of thrown off AND BEFORE ANYONE STARTS TELLING ME IT'S JUST A FIC ?! LEMME J SAY i tend to struggle with fics that seem a bit far from reality. so the whole android thing really isnt my typical cup of tea. so all thoughts below r coming from someone who isnt rly into this okay!!

made me laugh out loud a lil. the way jk tries to humanise oc by telling her she can turn herself off on her own and to use the bedroom. idk i j find it rly amusing. i guess i can understand that part of it? it's like wanting to make it seem like wtv he is doing is normal, not something weird AT ALL !

ending was cute n all w them trying to navigate feelings n life tgt but i cldnt help but start wondering what if so many other droids also had this "malfunction" to be feeling all these emotions n then robot uprising 😭😃 but that's just me being whack. (talk abt an alt ending)

and honestly seeing the world we're living in now, this isnt that far fetched. at this point im waiting for machines to put me out of a job. so,,, it rly isnt that impossible. but i think it was an interesting take and it reminded me of our capacity to love and feel for things around us (even if they're not living things) something so pure about being able to love another thing just as it is you know,,, but yes this was a pretty cool read ! give it a try !

-> Jungkook buys a female android to help him practice talking to girls

Pairings: Jungkook x android!reader

Genre/au: fluff, angst, android!au, slice of life

Warnings: Jungkook was born with a brain abnormality that affects his speech patterns, so much stuttering, he doesn’t like that part of himself, some self-esteem issues and lack of self-confidence, mentions of bullying, Jungkook falls for a robot, a few awkward sexual innuendos and references but nothing crazy

Wc: 10.7K

taglist: @staerryminimini @unicornbabylover @kookieswan @taeshobipop @captainsjoongs @just-some-weird-blog @cakecobain @hazalnut @simluvbot @sugarflywme @little-fluffle @mwitsmejk @dvalitaes @ratherbefangirling @jeonthighss @diaryofangie19 @juwrites18 @kitk4400 @kookxin

Instructions should always be written in the simplest of terms. So people like Jungkook can best understand how to follow them. But when your only help is written in three different languages, none of which you can understand, instructions don’t help all that much.

Jungkook struggles, flipping through the unnecessarily long booklet in hopes that a Korean translation will magically appear if he just turns enough pages. Eventually, he’s forced to abandon the useless pamphlet and attempt to do this on his own.

There’s gotta be an on/off switch or something simple somewhere. At least a power button? All his electronics have a power button.

Maybe he should call Yoongi. He wouldn’t even be in this situation if it weren’t for him anyway…

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omg major lurv <3 so CUTE !! full thoughts r coming to yall soon 🤟

left on read // jjk

it’s a good day to save lives and a beautiful day to ruin his.

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as surgeons, who has time for friends or love? at all costs, jungkook is determined to prove otherwise.

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pairing: jungkook + oc

au/genre: enemies to friends to lovers?? hospital au, crack, grumpy/overachiever oc, social butterfly/annoying jungkook!!!

warnings: an unhealthy amount of needing the validation of others, competitive dynamics, and explicit language

parts: 30 / 30 (02/14/22)

note: tbh this fic was planned before casual (ToT)” it’s ok. we’re here now kekeke. pls enj this series! + welcome back to my sad attempt of consistent updates !!! 

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jimin my boi,,, wHAT ?! HAHAHAHAHA PLS FUNNIEST OPENING LINE GOES TO PARK JIMIN ISTG 🤡💀 also i am actually in pain,,, the way i be checking the masterlist every few day to see if this has been updated and now that it has been updated i will continue to live in unexplainable paIN TRYING TO THINK OF WHAT COMES NEXT 😩😩😩

long way home 20 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 1.5k

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers, angst

rating: pg 15

warnings: jimin's is very determined to make oc squirt one day💪🏼, jungoo being a sad dilf and questioning his life choices 😔, brief glimpse of jelly jaykay but more sad than angy

summary: the one where you realise that talking to jimin helps you to mend the broken pieces of your heart.

a/n: enjoy some jimin x oc time <3

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08|09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 |

masterlist | long way home masterlist

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"Y/n."

Jimin's gentle timbre engulfs your whole body in comfort.

"Hmm?"

You pull the duvet closer to your bare figure and snuggle up to Jimin.

"Have you ever squirted before?"

You halt mid-motion, sending his curious gaze a questioning look. "No?" you answer dubiously. The grin that sets across his face makes you knit your eyebrows. A short, confused laughter bubbles from your lips. "What are you on?"

"Just -" Jimin's tongue sweeps across his puffy bottom lip. He already has beautiful plump lips and you adore how they look like after you make out with him. "I'd really like to see you squirt. On my face."

Heat rushes into your cheeks. You sink your teeth into your lip to stop you from smiling at his vulgarity.

"What?" Though you can clearly hear the offended undertone that resonates the word, there's only a fond gleam in his eyes when you stare at them. "You don't think I'd be able to do it?"

"No, I'm just wondering how you're still getting indecent thoughts after what we just did. This," - You flick his forehead - "should be all empty."

Jimin grabs your wrist and presses a light kiss on it. "Oh, no no," he says. "That could never happen. The more you give me of yourself, the more my mind is filled with you."

You scrunch your nose. "Stop it."

Jimin laughs at your reaction, trailing a finger along your collar bone.

You both fall into a comfortable silence. When Jimin invited you over you didn't come here with the intention to hook up with him. But it was inevitable. You were watching a movie in his living room and you both couldn't keep your hands off each other. Jimin carried you into his bedroom, and from there, well...You didn't have sex, just...third base.

"I think I should go before it gets too late," you say.

"Or," - Jimin pushes himself up on his elbow, his intense gaze prickling your skin.  - "you could stay." His offer hovers in the air like an unspoken question.

"Jimin."

"Yeah?" He pushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"We agreed not to do anything that might make this,"  - you point a finger at him and you - "look more than just friends."

"That rule is stupid," Jimin utters under his breath. "We are clearly doing things that make us look more than friends."

"Well, then..." You think for a second. "Fuck buddies? Does that sound better?" You grimace at the crude word and Jimin chuckles, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

"I guess it's better than just friends," he answers. "But we also agreed to just do whatever makes us happy, remember?"

You nod. "I know." You lie on your side, looking into his shiny brown orbs as you say, "Don't wanna lead you on."

You don't want this thing - whatever the weird relationship dynamic in your friendship is called - between Jimin and you to develop into something you're not ready for.

Especially because he's your work colleague. You don't want the working climate to get weird because of the two of you.

Jimin frowns when he notices the doubt in your eyes. "I'm not expecting anything from you, princess."

"Just...wanna make sure."

Jimin's voice is a tiny whisper when he asks, "What are you scared of?"

"I'm not ready for a relationship," you confess.

"And why's that?" he asks, careful not to go too far with his questions.

Because my heart belongs to someone who doesn't want me.

You sigh, gaze drifting over Jimin's barely lit bedroom. How are you gonna tell him without mentioning Jungkook?

"It's because of Jungkook, isn't it?"

Your head turns to him. Your eyes are wide at the mention of Jungkook.

"Oh, come on," Jimin chides you. "I'm not a fool, y/n. I've noticed the way you look at him."

You get shy. "I didn't know you knew."

"How could I not? You guys flirted in front of me every morning in the café."

"We didn't flirt," you correct him.

"If there's one things you and Jungkook are, it's definitely acting like you two are more than friends."

"That's not true," you deny, a pout forming on your lips as you think of how Jungkook and you used to be like. You didn't act like a couple. You were just close. Best friends. Nothing more.

"I mean, with the shit he's done, his love for you is kinda questionable, but I think he loves you. A lot."

You shake your hand. "He doesn't love me. Not like that." Not the way you want him to love you.

"Did you ever ask him?"

"Uh, no. Not really."

Jimin sighs dramatically. "You two are beyond hope."

"Don't wanna be with him now anyway," you mumble, nuzzling into the crook of Jimin's neck.

"You should talk to him though." He gently strokes your shoulder. "You can't avoid him forever."

"Just need a little distance from him now." Even though your heart aches every day because you can't see Nabi.

Jimin nods. You can't fathom how utterly warm-hearted he is. Here you are, lying in his bed with him and yet he listens to you talking about Jungkook and your feelings and problems and he's so patient with you. Just listens and gives advice. And it kills you because you don't deserve him. Jimin is selfless and only wants you to he happy and you love him for that. You love him for so many other things.

"Thank you for being so understanding, Jimin. I really don't deserve you." You plant a soft peck on his neck.

"As long as you're happy and comfortable with our arrangement, I am too."

"You're amazing." Placing your hand on his chest you draw little figures on his skin with the pad of your fingertip.

"Oh stop it, or I'll fall in love with you."

You spend the next hour joking and giggling and kissing and cuddling with Jimin.

You end up taking a cute selfie with you lying on his chest, the duvet covering your naked bodies and Jimin's arm around you. And because you love the photo so much you upload it to your Instagram story.

"Y/n?" Jimin whispers into you hair.

"Yes?" you answer absent-mindedly, scrolling through Instagram.

"Do you think you'd allow me to take a picture of your boobs? Y'know, since I'm all amazing and all."

"God, you seriously need to get these horny thoughts out of your head."

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Jungkook's receives the notification when he's standing in the kitchen.

He had been watching Sora feeding Nabi while he's cleaning the kitchen. Observing attentively as Nabi tries mushroom rice porridge for the first time. The apples of her cheeks high on her face as a smile tugs her little mouth upwards must be proof enough that she likes the taste.

Jungkook clicks on the notification on his phone.

You had added something to your Instagram story. Jungkook doesn't remember when he turned on your notification, but it's been years. He loves seeing your little updates on social media.

His fingers are quick to press on it immediately. You hadn't posted something in a week and Jungkook is desperate to see what you're up to.

Oh wow.

Jungkook blinks several times, not trusting his eyes. Are you ... naked?

He closes the app, still in disbelieve. But then he opens it again and stares at his phone.

Jungkook scoffs.

He feels Sora's eyes on him. "What's wrong?" she asks.

"Nothing," he says, shoving his phone into the pocket of his sweatpants.

Of course you're with Jimin.

He doesn't know why he's so surprised.

Doesn't know why his hands want to punch something and his heart aching for something he never had.

"Jungkook." Sora stands in front of him, Nabi in her arms.

Right. She wanted to take a shower after feeding Nabi. Jungkook hugs Nabi to his chest, her eyes falling shut every few seconds telling him that she's close to doze off.

His anger is momentary forgotten as he takes Nabi to her nursery. He cradles her in his arms, humming a soft melody to sing Nabi into dreamland.

When Jungkook's sure Nabi has fallen asleep he bends down to gently put her in the crib. But then he sees one of your t-shirts lying there and he has to think about the selfie again.

It's okay he tells himself.

You should be happy. And you looked really happy. Incredibly happy. It stings the most, but it's also what matters the most.

Jungkook pulls your t-shirt over Nabi's tiny body. Drops a kiss to her temple and leaves the room.

He runs his hands over his face when he stands in the dark hallway. The muffled noises of the shower make him crave for a long, hot shower.

Getting you to distance yourself from him because of his lies ultimately meant driving you into the arms of another man.

It was inevitable.

He shouldn't feel too miserable about this.

Because Jungkook had never believed he could have you that way anyway.

you have such a way with words !! thank you for blessing us with this gift <3 sending u lots of white daisies

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Then fluff 7 + 29 florist au where yn often goes to (any member you want)'s flower shop. If you're ok with it can you use any flower symbolism? You can skip this if it's too much ehe i'm just into bts florist au these days😔

Florist!aus are honestly the best, I have several that I enjoy reading so I hope this measures up🤞 I've also grown to love bakery!aus so this is a sorta double whammy ? This took me an impossible time to post so I apologize and thank you for your patience 👉👈❤️ I chose Hoseokie. also sorry it’s so long asdfghjkl

Floret (n). a small flower

Hoseok x reader

Wc: 5.5K sorry

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The first time Hoseok lays eyes on you is in the morning. He likes this particular time of day because every time the door opens, warmth pours into the shop, coating every corner and crevice in beautiful white and red streaks. Only this time, when the door opens and Hoseok lifts his eyes to greet the customer, every ounce of warmth he feels comes directly from your smile.

"Hi, I'm ___."

His father used to tell him about the moment he met his mother, and while at the time it sounded like gushy mush, as he got older he kind of wanted that gushy mush. He wanted it bad. A special moment when he meets someone and just by looking into their eyes, knows something is different about them. 

"Hoseok."

"That's a lovely name. Is this your flower shop?"

"Yes. Well, actually my mom and I run it together. She'll retire soon and it will be mine."

You nod with a soft 'ah' leaving your pink, parted lips. Taking a gander around the shop, Hoseok notices your eyes jump back to the daisies in the far corner several times. You're dressed in an apron, not like his, but cute and pink with a monogrammed cupcake on the tummy.

"I just moved in across the street. I understand that space used to be part of a restaurant chain, but unfortunately I'm just a simple bakery." You then place a large plate of perfectly round chocolate chip cookies in front of him, still hot and tantalizingly tempting. "They're allergy friendly and fresh, so please enjoy them."

"Well, if this batch of cookies is anything to go off of, I'm sure your bakery will do really well here."

"Thank you, but, umm, you see, my bakery looks rather drab on the inside. I'm afraid I'm not very good at decorating much other than cakes," you admit with a shy chuckle. Hoseok involuntarily tilts his head when you do. "I was wondering if maybe our shops could work together?"

"How?"

"I was thinking," you reply, clearly excited to present your idea to the nice boy, "if you would provide my bakery with fresh flowers each week, you can have as many sweets as you want, any time. And I can even help out if and when you need me. I promise I'm a very hard worker and I'll do my absolute best. An equal give and take."

At that moment, the curtain leading to the back of the floral shop is pushed to the side and Hoseok's mother steps into the room, her other arm stacked high with the most breathtaking Orchid you've ever seen.

"Is that a business proposal I hear?"

Immediately, you turn to introduce yourself, respect oozing from your voice. "Good morning, ma'am. My name is ___, and I own the--"

"Yes, I heard you before," she interrupts you with a happy chuckle, "please don't repeat yourself."

Hoseok watches a hint of embarrassment wash over your cheek bones. He wants to place his fingers on your skin and feel how warm you are but he refrains himself on the account of that would be weird.

"I think it's a great idea," his mom cheers, placing her flower on the front counter beside her son. "My name is Jung Jihoo."

She wipes her hand on her apron, a brown one identical to Hoseok's, before asking you for a handshake. Gratefully, you accept it.

"It's so nice to meet you. Both of you." Your attention blinks back to Hoseok for a split moment but that's all he needs to start feeling ticklish behind his ribs. "Your shop is so wonderful and I'm very excited to start baking for everyone."

"We are too," Hoseok decides to say, heart beating just a tad bit faster when his vocal chords start scratching.

Jihoo flashes her son a knowing smirk and then brings you to a smaller display in the middle of the shop. There she picks a small, violet flower and hands it to you.

"What's this for?"

"This is our way of welcoming you to the neighborhood. I think it's really impressive that you started your own business at a younger age." She pokes the small flower and grins when the petals bend and pop up again under her finger. "Did you know that certain flowers have certain meanings?"

"You mean like roses mean I love you?"

She chuckles, "Well not all roses mean that but, yes, that's the gist of it."

You can't help but gaze in wonder at the tiny flower between your fingers, and Hoseok can't help but gaze at you. While you study the color and texture and shine of the plant, he studies the details of your eyes and the lines beneath them when you smile.

"What does this one mean?"

"This is a wisteria," his mom informs you. "It means thank you."

"Oh but I haven't done anything yet."

"Then think of it as a future thank you. I have a feeling you'll do plenty."

You perk up immediately before dropping into a deep bow. "Yes ma'am. I'm here and ready to be a helpful part of the neighborhood."

With that, Jihoo says her good-byes and makes her way into the back once more to finish some work, but not before sending a playful wink over her shoulder at her son, one Hoseok prays you didn't see.

You approach the front counter and present Hoseok with a precious, shy smile while he hides his flustered state behind a nonchalant shrug.

"Looks like my mother adores you. She doesn't give free flowers to just anyone."

"I already adore her," you reply, twisting where you stand and inhaling the lovely aroma of your new flower. "I wish I had something better than cookies to offer. I promise once my bakery is running well, I'll bring something much more delicious for you both."

With that you offer one last thank you, and skip out the front door and across the street. Hoseok can't help but watch you, leaning his chest over the front counter when you make a quick turn and wave before disappearing inside your bakery.

For the rest of the day, Jihoo takes note of her son's newly developed habit of contorting his body to inconspicuously look out the window.

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The neighborhood is calm this morning. But something is different.

It's a beautiful day, so Hoseok decides to open the front window only to be greeted by the most amazing smell he's ever smelled. He can't help but take it in a few more times, trailing the delicious scent across the street and through your front door standing wide open.

There, he sees you just inside, rushing from station to station to prepare for the day. It's barely after sunrise and you're already working so hard. Despite obviously being extremely busy, every task you do is completed with a smile on your face. You love what you do, and Hoseok finds that very attractive. He likes the fact that he can relate his passion for flowers to your passion for flour. You're so cute in your pink apron and cinnamon covered cheeks. Every once in a while you pull out a tiny notepad and mark a happy check somewhere on the paper with a satisfied sigh.

He unconsciously starts making mental notes about certain aspects of your personality. You like checklists.

It's a few moments later when you carry a large stack of fresh cupcakes to a table on the sidewalk just outside your bakery. With careful precision, you arrange them so they're presented in the most pleasing way possible. Brushing off your apron, you nod, seemingly pleased with your efforts.

Hoseok finds himself grabbing the first flower he can get his hands on and rushing out the front door.

As soon as his footsteps land on the concrete, your attention is pulled toward the flower shop where you find your neighbor frozen in place, eyes wide and locked on you.

"Good morning!" you greet him and wave.

He waves back somewhat awkwardly before his legs relax enough to walk him over. "You're up early."

"Early bird catches the worm, I suppose," you reply with a shy shrug. "There's been so much work to do lately, I feel like there's not enough hours in the day."

"I get that," Hoseok relates with a tired chuckle. "But you're already doing so well! Look at this cupcake display, I mean, it's almost as sweet as you."

"You should be careful, Hoseok, girls like me fall for lines like that."

You've paused at this point, hip leaning against your table and hands cutely folded by your side. His flirting makes you smile so prettily and sincerely, it nearly causes Hoseok to trip while standing still. He's close enough to be considered friendly but if he were to step even an inch closer, a passerby might confuse him for someone attempting to trap you between their body and the table. You wouldn't mind if he wanted to.

Is he imagining it, the way you look at him? Or are you really watching him that sweetly?

Shyly, he hands you a small, blue and white flower. The stem is rather short, so you don't have much option as to where you gingerly take it from his fingers, skin brushing skin for only a moment.

"I'm finishing up your first batch of bouquets this morning. I can bring them over later today if that's okay."

"Yeah that's great!" you agree, twirling the three petaled beauty in between your digits. "Thanks."

What Hoseok doesn't tell you is how much time he's already put into making these arrangements for you. His mother knows. Jihoo watched him up all last night, in the dim light of the back room, making trip after trip to collect only the best flowers from the garden out back. You didn't ask for much and if you knew how much time and effort Hoseok poured into only a few miniscule arrangements for your little bakery, you might actually scold him. But Hoseok was determined to make your bakery the most beautiful shop in the whole neighborhood. It's only fair considering it's operated by the most beautiful person in the whole neighborhood.

Something about knowing that you're shedding your own blood, sweat, and tears in order to serve only the best desserts makes Hoseok want to try that much harder.

It was three months ago, when it happened. All his passion, all his love for flowers drained little by little until it was gone. He just didn't want to anymore. There was no tragedy, there was no trauma. Just a loss of motivation for no apparent reason. Pulling himself out of that rut was proving extremely difficult, and the main reason for that was because he didn't know where this loss of motivation even stemmed from.

It was around this time his mother decided to share the big news: she intended to give Hoseok her flower shop when she retired.

The news did help a little, but in the end, he wasn't overly thrilled to know he would take on the family business. He knew it would be the right thing to do and it would make his mom happy. But still, he felt empty when he looked at tulips. He felt numb when he pruned roses.

But now? Jihoo pokes her head through the back curtain to find her son more focused than he's been in months. Eyes locked on the details of each bouquet, tongue trapped between his teeth as he adds the finishing touches to each leaf.

Inside his chest, Hoseok feels a spark of enlightenment. It's warm. Warmer than he's been in a while.

Without waiting another moment, he packs up the completed arrangements into a crate and blindly calls to the back of the shop, "Making a delivery! I'll be back!"

His mother, who continues to stand less than ten feet away, simply giggles and watches her son speed his way across the street for the second time today, his smile grand but also anxious. Jihoo knew the moment her son laid eyes on you, she wouldn't be Hoseok's favorite girl for much longer.

If she has to relent the title to anyone, she's glad it's someone like you.

Your door is still open and waiting. When Hoseok steps inside, he's met with the overwhelmingly sweet environment of hand crafted cupcakes and sugar cookies. He doesn't see you at first; you must be in the kitchen.

"Delivery!" He wonders if you'll recognize his voice.

"Coming!"

A moment later, you appear from the back, slightly rushed but all around still as positive as ever. When your eyes meet for the first time, all your busy energy filters through his smile and settles as butterflies in your stomach. The second you see the flowers in his grip, you gasp.

"They're beautiful! Hoseok, you made these all by yourself? That's incredible!"

Your initial reaction is everything he wanted. He wanted to see you smile again, be excited, fall in love with his work and his passion. Somehow, your appreciation for what he does helps him fall in love with flowers all over again too. Of course, everyone wants validation, but this means more than that. Hoseok really wanted something in common with you that you could share together, something special that was just for the two of you.

While attempting to take the crate from him, your hands naturally move to replace his on the handles, fingers gently brushing the back of his hands, coaxing him to release the crate into your arms, but he holds it steady.

"Tell me where you'd like them and I'll help you set them up."

"Oh, I thought you were just delivering them. I don't mind setting them up on my own."

This is usually the part where you step back and take your hands away, but you don't. They stay resting on top of his, knuckles gripping the handles together. The look in your eyes says you realize how unfriendly you're being, holding his hands under the pretense of handing off a crate of flowers, but he isn't about to call you out on it.

"It's not a problem," he insists, "I usually help customers set up flowers in their store after I deliver them."

"Really?"

No, that's not usually how these kinds of deliveries work. Normally when Hoseok makes a delivery, he leaves the crate on a table or a counter and lets the business owner set them up however they wish. Then later he'll come back and get the crate.

But you seem so excited to have Hoseok help you and he's prepared to make any excuse to spend more time with you. He can be home late this one time. It's been a slow day at the flower shop anyway.

"Then," you tap your chin and study the space of your bakery for the hundredth time, "what do you think about putting some of them in the windows?"

"Sounds pretty."

So you do. Hoseok holds the crate and you pick out which of the several arrangements you'd like to be placed on your windowsills, some bigger, some smaller. But each time you have to stop and smell them first, to make sure they'll pair well with the deserts closest to them.

Hoseok is entranced with the gentle way you approach each bouquet, arranging them so the best side faces the public and each flower gets appropriate amounts of sunlight. Your attention to detail is outstanding. It probably comes from your love of baking and decorating cakes, Hoseok thinks. He'd love to see some more of your work sometime.

Once you finish filling all your windows with Hoseok's beautiful flowers, there's still a few arrangements left and you immediately start considering where you might place them.

"Lots of people like to keep one on their counters," Hoseok suggests, "next to the cash register or by a pickup area."

"That's a great idea!" you exclaim, tugging his arm to bring him around the counter.

Carefully, you select which of the final bouquets you will have on your checkout counter, but you ultimately decide to keep that last arrangement in the back, so you have some flowers to keep you company while you bake in the early morning.

It's such a simple thought but it's one that has Hoseok grinning from ear to ear.

As a new baker in town, you're up extra early every day to make sure you serve only the best homemade, fresh pastries and cakes. The first few months of any new business are the most crucial in order to make a good impression. Business has been slower than you would have preferred, but now you'll have some of Hoseok's flowers during those stressful mornings.

"Oh, I almost forgot..." (Lies. Hoseok has been thinking about this since he left the flower shop.) "...I wanted to give you this."

Caught between his fingers is a gorgeously crimson flower with large, trumpet shaped petals and a long light green stem. You gratefully accept it, both your cheeks flushing to match the shade of the flower.

"Do you always give people flowers when you meet them?"

"What do you mean?"

"Just that, every time we meet it seems like you're giving me another flower," you explain, quickly adding, "Not that I mind! I like it."

"Oh," he tries to catch a breath as his heart picks up pace, "well, someone as pretty as you deserves to be gifted something equally as pretty."

You don't really have a response to that. As someone who was never one for pick-up lines, it's surprising how intensely his words just hit you straight in the chest. Now it's not just your stomach, but your bones are tingling with something pleasant and soft.

Hoseok rocks onto his toes, eager to let you know that, "It's a hibiscus."

"Does it mean anything? Like the wisteria your mom gave me?" you ask excitedly. The concept of flower symbolism has become something of interest to you since moving in across the street from such a beautiful flower shop. Often you find yourself eyeing the different kinds of flowers out front and making predictions of what they mean based on their shape and color.

"Uhh yeah. It does..."

"What does it mean?"

"Look it up. It should be easy to find."

While you're not sure why Hoseok doesn't just tell you the answer, you decide to humor him (mainly because he's so damn cute when he's embarrassed like this). 

As he disappears across the street, you wander back into your kitchen. Since your biscuits still have three minutes in the oven, you pull out your phone. 

Google: what does a hibiscus flower mean?

Top search result: Hibiscus flowers can symbolize beauty, charm, youth, or first love. 

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Hoseok's favorite day of the week quickly becomes Sunday. It used to be Saturday because the shop closes after a half day, but even a half day can't beat delivery day. Nothing could possibly beat being able to carry a crate full of fresh, beautiful bouquets across the street and seeing your face light up when you see him, when you see his flowers.

His second favorite day of the week quickly becomes any other day, more specifically any other morning. Leaning his head and arms out his front window, he has a perfect view of you setting up your bakery display for the day. The whole sidewalk is brought to life by the tantalizing scent of whatever baked sweets you decide to share.

Most days it's cupcakes. Hoseok learned quickly that they're easier to bake than a cake and you enjoy being able to decorate them to look like animals. You made baby crocodiles last week and he thought that was too cute.

Almost as cute as you.

Time passes and you gradually grow closer to Hoseok and his mother. Each day you see them only makes you want to see them more. Hoseok's strategies to bump into you become more elaborate until you can easily point them out, but you don't. Because you want them to continue.

"Hobi, can you set up the outside display, please! We're having a sale on short stems today," Jihoo calls from out of sight.

"Okay!"

Grabbing his apron and a cart stacked with the new flowers meant to be set up outside, Hoseok begins rolling out the front door and gets to work setting up the store. It's then that he hears it, a soft, subtle melody, higher in pitch and then dropping low. But there's no one around. Hoseok checks around the corner and down the street, but he can't find anything.

The singing gets louder until you appear from inside your bakery, carrying a tall stack of what looks like bread cakes to your outside display table. They're still steaming hot and the smell instantly travels across the street and causes Hoseok to inhale a long, deep sniff. Not that he's ever been one for sweet bread, but now he might be.

You haven't noticed him yet, too focused on your job of making the front of your store look and smell the best it possibly can. Hoseok's heart flutters when he sees it, tucked in the front pocket of your apron, is a pretty red hibiscus.

"I didn't know you could sing."

His words startle you so much you fumble into the table, ramming your elbow on the corner and dropping your last two bread cakes onto the hard, dirty ground.

Immediately, Hoseok rushes to you. Not that you need help standing or steadying yourself, but he attempts to assist you anyway with a kind hand around your waist.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's okay," you sigh, relieved by Hoseok's presence.

He helps you collect the bread cakes you dropped, handing them back to you with a soft "sorry" behind a bitten lip.

But your embarrassment seems to be stemming from something else.

"You uhh, heard me...just now?"

Your singing? There's no need to be shy considering your voice is like an angel. Hoseok felt his heart skip an uncountable number of beats just listening from across the street.

"I won't tell anyone," he assures you.

"No, it's not that, I just..." you shyly tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, "...thanks for helping me."

"Are you going to have to make more now?"

You sigh, fondling the desert in your hand, attempting to brush off the dirt and gravel although it's nonsensical at this point. The bread is ruined.

"I can help," Hoseok offers before you have a chance to respond.

"Have you ever baked before?"

"Is it different than making ramen?"

"A little bit," you giggle.

"If you teach me well, I'm sure I can pick it up with no problem."

"Will your mom be okay by herself?"

"She'll be okay. The store is never busy on Wednesdays and everything is already set up."

With that assurance, you feel better about stealing Hoseok for the remainder of the morning. Leading him inside, you drop the ruined bread cakes in a trash bin and smile over your shoulder when Hoseok scurries along behind you.

"Sorry, it's a bit messy in here."

Hoseok has never been in such a massive kitchen before. The ovens are almost as big as he is and there's enough counter space to prepare for an army. He stands in awe at the recipe cards lining the wall, some completed and some with numerous side notes or scribbles indicating something new in progress.

The second thing Hoseok registers is the previous delicious scent of sweets slowly mixing with a hint of raw dough, flour, and something else surprisingly bitter.

"Where should I start?"

"Could you grab the yeast from the pantry?" you ask and point in the appropriate direction.

"Sure," Hoseok starts, pausing and turning on his heel when he realizes, "uhh, ___?"

"Yeah?" You're already measuring the flour and water, setting aside some eggs and pre-tasting the sugar. You're so on top of things and Hoseok feels like a noob.

"What does yeast look like?"

You look at him with blank eyes. Once you process his words, your entire body begins shaking with giggles. Should he be feeling bad right now? Are you laughing at him?

"I'm so sorry," you wipe away a playful tear and reach for his hand. "Come on."

With three of his fingers gripped in your palm, he's led to the pantry and you immediately pick out the specific kind of yeast you want.

"This is what it looks like. Kinda plain, I know, but it's a very important ingredient," you explain. "Without it, bread can't really be bread. I mean, you could use homemade yeast but then you'd need at least three days to let it set and even then it probably won't ferment white sugar as well or be nearly as good a leavening agent."

Hoseok listens intently to your every word, studying the container and your lips carefully. His genuine attention causes your chest to tighten, like he really cares about yeast which, you'll admit, is a weird thing to care about.

It's not the yeast so much as it is your passion that he's interested in. God he could watch you talk about baking for hours.

Your pantry isn't small by any means, but with two people stuffed in the doorway, the area becomes a little stuffy.

"Hoseok?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you want me to teach you how to make sweet bread?"

He smiles, nodding with gentle eyes drifting over your features. "I'd like that."

Trying not to use any more complicated terminology, you attempt to show Hoseok how to prepare in a professional kitchen. He drops an egg and spills the yeast across the counter, and it's wonderful. He's so passionately clumsy and every time he sneezes due to the flour or mis-measures the oil, you feel a sense of contentment and domestication flood your veins with warmth and happiness.

His laugh has become the soundtrack to your life.

It's so, so nice to bake with someone, to have someone beside you, laughing with you, and sprinkling flour in your hair.

Hoseok is beyond beautiful, you decide. Although you knew he was handsome when you first saw him, now he reflects the afternoon sun in a way that has your heart singing louder than it ever has before. You really like the way his lips form a heart when he smiles and his dimples become clearer when he concentrates.

When you finally pop the bread into the oven, your kitchen is an absolute mess, cups and teaspoons and ingredients littered everywhere. Your hair is half white while pieces of dough and raisins stuck to Hoseok's forearms.

Somehow you end up here, back leaning against the prep counter and Hoseok's body leaning an inch too close to be considered friendly. He places his hands on either side of you and nervously licks his lips.

"Thank you for teaching me today. I had a lot of fun learning about baking." He chuckles, dropping his eyes for a moment before they find yours again, "I had no idea how much went into making a single loaf of sweet bread. You're like Wonder Woman."

"I'm just a girl with a sweet tooth."

"No, you're much more than that."

You can't help your gaze when it falls to his mouth and then his collarbones, eventually finding the floor out of pure anxiousness. He makes you feel lots of things you were not ready to feel again. At least, not this soon after moving into the neighborhood. But still, you're becoming desperate for anything he does or says to you, desperate for his interaction and attention.

"Then what am I?" Yours, please.

"You can be whatever you want to be." Do you want to be mine?

You think about it for a moment. And then you pinch his sleeve between your fingers, carefully slipping them into the spaces between his own. Without a word, you lift yourself to your toes and press a gentle peck to his lips, feeling them turn warm against your own. 

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Hoseok can't believe himself. Is he a total idiot or something?

You were right there! Looking at him with vulnerability spewing from your eyes. Lips that had just kissed his mouth. You freaking kissed him and he froze like a creep and stared at you until you stuttered and backed out, like anyone would naturally do when being stared down by a creepy guy who works at a flower shop.

You probably think he's incapable. Or worse, what if you think he's a jerk? Hoseok couldn't live with himself if you thought he was unkind or mean.

His mother is sitting behind the counter with him, scissors in one hand and dozens of roses in the other.

"If you're that concerned, just go talk to her."

"I can't just go over there. I need a reason to see her."

His mother scoffs, "Since when? Just go over there and tell her you need to say something. Then say whatever it is that you want to say. Simple as that."

Hoseok carefully peaks over the counter, eyeing your bakery and the decently long line waiting outside. You're smiling brightly, upselling the chocolate croissants you made specially for today. Looks like everyone adores them. They all adore you. Rightfully so, Hoseok thinks.

"She's busy," he sulks, sinking to the floor behind the counter again.

Jihoo rolls her eyes at her dramatic son. So freaking dramatic.

"Fine then. Just sit here and think about how awkward and weird you were until ___ thinks you don't like her anymore and cries her eyes out because you ditched her."

"What?!"

"Trust me, son," she says, snapping another thorny stem, "that girl wants you to talk to her. If you keep avoiding her, she'll get the wrong idea and you really don't want that to happen."

"I don't want that to happen..."

"Wanna take a rose?" his mom suggests.

He considers it. But then, "No." He stands and decides to take something different. "I've got a better idea."

Finally the day is over. Flipping your open sign to closed has never felt so euphoric. If business keeps growing like this you'll have to hire help soon. Maybe that boy you met at the supermarket the other day--was his name Jimin?--maybe he would be interested. He did say he used to make rice cakes with his grandmother. He probably knows his way around a kitchen. If anything, you're sure he would do well with the customers.

Just as you turn the lock, five tough knuckles knock on the door, causing your head to shoot up in shock.

"Hoseok?"

Sure enough, it's him. Peeking through the glass door at you, breath heavy and words muffled through the transparent barrier.

You quickly tear at the padlock and swing open the door, pulling the flower boy into the bakery when he doesn't move.

"What are you doing here at," you check the time, "almost midnight?"

He chuckles, scanning your eyes with a gentle determination or perhaps it's more of a desperate pleading.

"I came to give you this."

Between his fingers is a white daisy, the same kind you found yourself watching the first time you ever visited his humble shop, the same kind you've eyed almost every day since.

"Thank you." You accept it with a bashful smile. "I like you too."

"You know what it means?"

"I've been researching," you admit shyly.

"That's...cute." Hoseok takes a brave step towards you, folding his hands in front of him and humbly swallowing. "I'm sorry for how I reacted the other day. I wasn't expecting you to...kiss me. So, I wasn't sure what to do."

Hoseok pulls you closer to him, a sturdy hand on your waist and a confident gleam in his eyes. "I know what to do now, if you were to give me a second chance, I think I can make it up to you."

"It's okay," you immediately respond, "I wasn't expecting me to kiss you, in all honesty. I just...really wanted to. I'm sorry that was presumptuous."

"No, it wasn't at all. Of course I wanted to kiss you." Hoseok can sense his lack of a response to your kiss must have hurt you more than you're letting on. That's to be expected. You really put yourself out there and he froze like a child, leaving you to assume everything on your own. There's no telling the level of embarrassment and confusion he put you through.

A tiny gasp escapes your lips and instantly he knows he's got you right where he wants you.

When he kisses you, it's like a massive release of nerves and anticipation into every ounce of your bones, like fire through your limbs and spurts of color underneath your skin. With his arms wrapping around your middle, you feel your body encased in his embrace until your feet lift off the ground.

You slowly thread your hands throughout his hair, the flower between your fingers entangling with his gorgeous, chestnut locks as your head tilts to deepen the kiss.

The best part of his lips are the way they smile against your kiss, giggles mixing with the sound of smooches as he spins you around, emitting pure happiness.

"Be mine?"

"I'm already yours."

There, in the middle of your bakery, as your flower boy kisses across your jawline and down your neck, you feel utterly and completely weightless. Thanks to you, Hoseok has never felt more ready for whatever the future may hold.

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i personally find it hard to find seokjin fics that leave an impression but this was sooo cute !! absolutely loved it <3

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Bon Appetit: Kim Seokjin

Genre: Fluff Rating: T Pairing: Seokjin x Reader Words: 7.2 k

I can honestly imagine Jin falling in love with a cook of a small restaurant… I will totally ship it.

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Kim Seokjin was someone you knew quite well. He was always polite, smiling at you in greeting when he came to eat at your restaurant owned by your family.

He loved getting the pesto pasta, a recipe you had arranged a couple of years ago, making it one of the most popular such at your place.

Seokjin always spoke to you when you served him, regardless of how tired he actually looked.

And you, as well as everyone knew how attractive this young man was.

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“Hello, Seokjin-ssi. The usual?” You questioned, leading him deeper into the restaurant, away from prying eyed and a more private area of your store. You didn’t want him to be out in the public eye and not enjoy his dinner.

“That’ll be great Y/N-ah.  But the other guys are coming as well so I’ll wait for them to arrive before ordering,” The man smiled as he slipped his face mask off, revealing his plump pink lips. You were quite positive they were in a better conditioned than your own chapped lips.

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five in the morning feeling absolutely devastated,,, my brain is too tired and my heart is in so much pain from this,,, how do i recover

dalo (3tan) (m) | myg

title: dalo (the week, pt. 2) pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: as the week you get with yoongi comes to a close, there’s still a game you get to attend. and a club you reluctantly agree to go to.  warnings: pov switch (just one), cursing, tension, angst, feelings, uncomfortable club touching (arm), overthinking, breast play, one spank, did i say angst?, penetration, protected sex, choking, cowgirl, hitting it from the back, crying, multiple orgasms, is it a warning to say i cried a lot while writing this ?, crowds, alcohol consumption, basketball yoongi a ha ha, the ending, this yoongi in a club is a warning in itself, whomever asked for angst i think you get it here, jimin is a menace wbk note: thank you to @sugakookitty​ once again for being an angel beta and dealing with my many drafts :’)) and to everyone that’s here, whether you’re new or have been here for months, thank you. i’ve never been this invested in a series and it’s largely bc of all of you. all the reviews, comments, messages; the theories, the memes, the ask games. this journey is one i’ll cherish forever and one that i hope people will find even long after i decide that i’m finally done. note 2: saving the rest of my thoughts for the end. see you on the other side<33 mood: dalo mixtape, aquel nap zzzz - rauw alejandro, for tonight - giveon word count: 15k release date: may 17th, 2022, 10:47pm est

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i woke up this morning and opened tumblr in hopes of finding something short and sweet to read and then get about my day. but i did NOT ! i found this instead ! and i missed my submission deadline for a 50% assignment but what can i say ! iT WAS WORTH IT 🫶🫶😩

Oh, Honey! | KNJ | Eight - Finale

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x f!reader (with a side of Hoseok x reader and Taehyung x reader)

Summary: Namjoon never wanted a Sugar Baby, no matter what Yoongi and Hoseok said. You never wanted a Sugar Daddy, despite the insistence from Jimin. Until your life takes a turn and you really need the money, fast. What was supposed to be a one night thing, a birthday present for a big time rapper and producer, turns into so much more when you find in each other what you never thought you had been looking for. 

Genre: Fluff, angst, so much smut, strangers to lovers, sugar daddy au.

Chapter warnings: TIME AND DATES MAKE SENSE DURING THE STORY! Keep an eye out for them. Drinking, mentions of being drunk, angst, jealousy, SMUT! 

A/N: We’re finally here, guys! The last chapter of this lovely baby! I’ll definitely miss this couple and Daddy!Joon, but I’m so happy with how this story turned out! I hope you all liked it too! Thank you all so much for reading and for all the love and comments. Feel free to let me know what you thought of this last chapter too!

I hope you’ll stick around for Little do You Know coming out on JULY FIRST! It’s an idol!ot7 x playmate!reader story full of twists and turns and so much ot7 smut lol. SEE YOU ALL THERE! 💜

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DECEMBER 8TH | 08:02

Skipping classes so close to the Christmas break, with only two weeks to hand in your final project, plus final exams coming up, wasn’t the smartest idea. But the music video for Seokjin’s newest single ‘Epiphany’ was happening this week, and you were lucky enough to have been hired to be a part of it. It’s not as if you were important enough to have a say on what days they could film on or not.

Not to mention, your excitement was bigger than any anxiety clouding your mind with end of semester jitters. 

Namjoon had been kind enough to send Mr. Choi to pick you up from your apartment and bring you to the filming location, stopping by Jungkook and Taehyung’s place to pick up the former on the way there. 

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it's definitely NOT christmas now but wow this is giving me december energy and im living for it ✨

other than the fact these people r moving so fuCKING FAST W THEIR FUCKING FEELINGS😩 it'S SO FRICKING SWEET N CUTE OH MY !!

i m obsessed ! i want, no I NEED to know what else they're up to !! n oh so help me god when the day comes for them to get married 🤩 OH N IMAGINE ALL THEIR CUTE LIL DATES AT THE BOOKSTORE 💀 rkbfwksn wishing i was y/n

Oh Christmas Tree | KNJ

∴ summary: you’re looking for a fresh start and a Christmas tree when you unintentionally stumble across the worlds most attractive dimples and the sweet, gigantic, bumbling man attached to them

Alt: Namjoon + a Christmas tree farm + his best friend’s girlfriend’s little sister = the best Yuletide he never saw coming

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∴ part of the breakfast with bangtan series

∴ pairing: Kim Namjoon x female reader, guest appearances by cultivating a life with you Hoseok x his y/n

∴word count: 10.8k

∴ rating: mature, 18+

∴genre: fluff, strangers to lovers. slice of life, Christmas romance

∴warnings: flirting, woke adjacent Christmas tree banter? sexual tension, joon is a big man (we all know this), a few subtle pov shifts- but only at already marked breaks in the story beats (should be easy to follow. Hopefully), subtle daddy kink, joonie has big boobies and he likes boobies, what was meant to be really soft smut that got a little out of hand honestly

∴author’s note: This started as a little scribble in March of 2021 that only involved the scene of y/n and Namjoon bantering about Christmas trees. I’ve been neck deep in 30k+ monster fic drafts for months and I just wanted to write something quick & fluffy so here we are. This y/n is the sister Hoseok’s girlfriend visits in cultivating a life with you. The stories are totally independent of each other but technically- chronologically- this takes place two winters later. Not meant to be hallmark movie related. I honestly just love the idea of Namjoon in one of his tiny little beanies getting tongue tied in the snow while surrounded by Christmas trees. Enjoy! Please let me know if you like it, if you like :) also… this is not proofread yet. I stayed up all night writing this and didn’t sleep. So I’m gonna leave this here, crash, and come back later to edit and add my copious italics, as I do.

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“My gosh, are these Christmas trees in outer space?”

You’d spent the last hour and a half being squashed in the backseat of your sister’s Mini Cooper. Your knees were beginning to ache.

“Oh don’t be a grinch, silly. We’re almost there,” your sister twisted to smile back at you from her spot in the passenger seat.

Her pink mittened hand was happily resting on her boyfriend Hoseok’s slim thigh. He reached down to tap out the rhythm to “walking in a winter wonderland” across the back of her knuckles as she beamed back at you, and you felt a little bit of your irritation melt away. It was nice to see her so happy. They were sweet to each other. It was lovely for them, but it wouldn’t help straighten out the kink in your back.

Who takes a coupe to pick up a live Christmas tree?

Hoseok caught your eye in the rear view mirror and smiled in apology as you shifted. He was as nice as your sister, just as keen to accommodate, and as soft for her as you were, if not more. His car was in the shop and yours hadn’t arrived yet. You’d driven a u-haul here from three states away a week and a half ago, settling down to take root during a holiday season best celebrated in an established home like the smart planner you were (not).

But for once, you didn’t care. Or at least, you were learning not to.

You’d spent too much of your life stuck in places you didn’t even want to be, taking life too seriously. Spent too many of the last few years feeling stagnant and like you were running out of time all at once. So when the opportunity arose, you took the first chance you got to move here. To be closer to your sister, to be somewhere where the air felt lighter, where you could be whoever you wanted to be.

And today, you wanted to be the owner of a live Christmas tree.

Give yourself something to smile at in your studio that currently consisted of bare stucco walls and aesthetic cardboard box piles.

When you’d mentioned it over the phone, your sister had known just the place.

“It’s the cutest little Christmas tree farm! Me and hobi get our tree there every year! They even have a hot cocoa stand up front for you to sip on while you pick your tree out. It’s owned by the sweetest family. One of our friends works there too. Oh you have to meet him!”

Your sister had gushed it all in one breath.

“Have to?”

“Absolutely. Not even a question. Get dressed! Me and hobi’ll pick you up in 10!”

That was that. You’d bundled up to the best of your ability, (Your wardrobe was not prepared for how chilly the winters got up here) and twenty minutes later, your sister and a blushing Hoseok were waiting for you in the parking lot in their jolly little holiday mobile.

Your sister had added reindeer antlers and a red nose to her Mini Cooper and jingle bells to the door handles. There was a set of white vinyl stickers with the silhouette of Santa’s sleigh and all nine reindeer plastered on the back window and a sprig of mistletoe-that she’d probably grown herself- twirling from the rear view mirror. Somehow she’d even gotten the horn to match the melody of “we wish you a merry Christmas.”

You’d have to ask how later.

The ride ended up being cozy enough. Now you were just eager to get out and get the feeling back in your toes. Hoseok tipped the driver's side seat forward for you to crawl out from the back. The second the icy wind slapped against your cheek you wondered why you thought going out in the cold would bring any sort of circulation back to your toes. You rolled your eyes at yourself and chuckled when you caught sight of the purplish tinge along Hoseok’s throat peeking out just over the edge of his chunky crocheted scarf. (Your sister probably made it for him. And now he was using it to hide her hickies. The little hoe.)

He felt your stare and blushed, his wide animated eyes becoming sheepish as he yanked his scarf up just the littlest bit higher.

So that was why that ten minute pickup time had stretched into twenty.

Good for the both of you.

Soon, the three of you were wandering through the farm. There was a section of freshly cut trees ready to take home near the front but rows and rows of trees still rooted to the ground off into the horizon, all dusted with this week’s newest burst of powdery snow. It was a magical thing to see really.

Your sister was happily tucked into Hoseok’s lithe side, one arm looped through his, the other hand cradling a hot cup of cocoa with a candy cane poking out of the lid. Nothing if not festive. You’d opted to save your cup for later. You liked the brisk air, and you liked both your hands being deeply plunged in the warmth of your fleece lined pockets.

“Cell reception is shit up here.” Hoseok piped up. “I tried to text Namjoon to see if he was working today but all I got back was the green text bubble of death.”

“Boo, Joonie’s the worst at charging his phone too. It’s probably dead,” your sister giggled.

“Guess I’m never gonna meet your jolly green giant, Hobes,” you bumped his elbow with yours.

“With the brain of archibald asparagus,” your sister added.

“Sexy brain, that man has,” Hoseok sighed with envy.

“Your brain is sexy too, babe.” Your sister tipped up on her toes to kiss Hoseok’s wind-chapped cheek.

“Not as sexy as his,” Hoseok nodded resolutely.

“Oh, what about when he wears his little wire rimmed professor glasses?”

“Too hot. He’d melt the snow,” Hoseok swooned.

“Goodness, are you in love with my sister or him?” You teased.

“Both,” Hoseok admitted, a little too sincerely, clutching at his heart over his oversized parka.

“I don’t blame him,” your sister nodded sagely. You quirked a brow at her and she simply shrugged, all innocence, zero guilt. “What? Don’t look at me like that. Trust me, it’ll make sense when you see him.”

“If I ever see him. I’m pretty sure he’s a myth.” Your skepticism came out with a snort and an opaque puff of air.

Geeze, it’s cold.

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At some point in the wandering, you got distracted watching a small child drag their parent by the wrist to the tree of their dreams. The scene was so wholesome and sweet. The little girl squealed with delight as a pair of squirrels skittered past them in chase, twining their way up her tree and darting down and away, ruffling soft powdery snow loose from the tree’s needles in their wake like a fairy sprinkling pixie dust.

The whole interaction was so idyllic that you’d stopped paying attention to where you were going and plowed directly into the broad back of what you were sure must be a bear. What else could it be? No man’s back was that broad, that’s for sure.

The force of it knocked you flat back on your bum, leaving you dazed in a little pile of crunchy snow and loose pine needles.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!”

The words came too fast, too rushed, and at sure as hell too deep of an octave to come from anyone you knew, man or bear included.

There was a massive olive green, gloved hand shoved in your face- apparently attached to whoever was apologizing so profusely. You grabbed on and let it hoist you up. Goddamn, whoever this was was strong. After flying backward just a few seconds ago, you were now flying forward, toppling directly into what seemed to be just as equally broad a chest as the back you had crashed into moments ago.

“Are you alright? I can’t believe I did that. Are you o-“

The rambling ocean wave of a voice stopped crashing over you the second you looked up and locked eyes with what you were sure was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen in person.

“Holy shit,” you muttered under your breath.

The man’s full lips seemed to gape as he looked at you.

Not necessarily in an objectionable way. It was more like, the tape in his brain had spun off the track and tangled itself up like an old cassette that needed help being wound back up again. It was like his thoughts were written all over his face. If you knew him better, you could have read them like a novel. For now, you knew one thing.

He was pretty when he was thinking.

Hell, he was pretty, period.

And two, he was solid as an ox.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? Mr Yun’s gonna kill me if you’re hurt. I should have been paying more attention.” He patted down the sides of your ribs and torso like he was half expecting a bone to be jutting out.

“I’m okay. I’m good. i-“ am still holding his pecs, you realized.

What a Christmas miracle they were. Geeze. He had better boobs than you. You swallowed once then smiled up at him. “Do you, by any chance, work here?”

He blinked at you. There was snow on his eyelashes. His tiny dark green beanie wasn’t doing any good at shielding his face from the snow, but god did the color look good next to his golden skin.

“Um, yes, actually. I do. Again, I’m so sorry that I-“

“Shush, enough of that. You’re going to help me pick my tree.”

“I am?”

It was his turn to swallow.

“I mean, yes. Of course I am. Can. What are you looking for?”

He was nervous. So visibly nervous. You weren’t sure if it was because of you or if it was just his general disposition. Either way, you were hopelessly endeared by it. Pretty, bumbly, abominable snowman of a man. With great tits.

“Well, I came here in a Mini Cooper, so… whatever will fit on top of that, I guess.”

He blinked again, before he smiled- wide and gracious. His eyes crinkled at the edges and Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

His dimples.

How obscene.

“Sounds like a great place to start, to me.” He laughed for the first time. It was so boisterous and rich, you were sure he’d cause an avalanche.

The sound was as deep as winter, but soothing and warm. You already wanted to hear it again.

Oh boy. You really liked this one.

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“So what technically constitutes ‘ethically sourced’ when it comes to Christmas trees?” You looked wide-eyed up at Namjoon.

“Um… you know I… well, usually I-I would know the answer to that.”

“But right now, you don’t?”

“I mean, I can’t say that I do.” He shrugged ruefully.

“Despite currently being employed on a Christmas tree lot?” You arched a brow at him, a wry smile pulling at your lips.

“That does seem to be the case, yes.” His brows pinched at his own glum response.

“Are you new?” Mirth glittered in your eyes as you watched him.

“No, actually, I’ve been helping Mr. Yun since college… senior year of high school technically, actually.” Namjoon looked a bit lost in space as he wracked his brain for his qualifications.

“So you should have seniority around here?”

“Sort of ? It’s just , you know, mr. yun is a friend of my parents and he’s always been good to me so I always try to return the favor and help out every year, if I can.” He swallowed.

He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous. He literally talked to people for a living. He could sell a polar bear ice, for Pete’s sake. But every time he made eye contact with you, he was practically on the verge of forgetting his own name so this whole witty repartee thing was an absolute struggle in ways it absolutely should not be.

“Well, he’s very lucky to have you then. Even if you can’t tell me where this tree came from.” You chuckled.

“No, I that- that I can do. All our Douglas firs come from grey farms about two hours north of here. Again, super kind family. They’ve been doing this for generations, actually.”

He found himself affectionately gripping the top of the tree while you smiled up at him like you had a secret and he felt a new rush of sweat rise beneath the fold of his beanie.

“So locally sourced then.”

“Family owned.” He nodded.

“Well now, that’s a great start. You know more than you let on.” You tapped an index finger into the down of his puffy coat and he felt himself flush, wishing he actually could have felt that touch.

Every part of him felt like he was back in middle school right now. It had been ages since something this simple was this difficult for him. Trying to figure out how not to trip over his words while maintaining eye contact with the you and your the luminous smile really wasn’t working at all. He should have been better at this by now, he sighed. His thirteen year old self would have been ashamed to see how little progress he’d made in that department in a decade and a half.

“So, should I choose to re-home this lovely tree, do you know of anyone who could, say, strap it to the roof of my car for me?”

Your eyes were twinkling, face framed by the softly falling snow flurries that had started up again and Namjoon felt himself swallow.

“I- I would be happy to find-“

“There you are! Finally found you- Oh, hey bro! So you are working today!” A voice bright like tangy sweet lemonade interrupted Namjoon’s inelegant struggle.

“Hoseok?” Namjoon looked mystified at the pair of you as Hoseok clasped a mittened hand around your shoulder. “How do you two-“

“This is my girl’s sister, y/n, remember? I told you we were helping her move in last week.” He explained with a happy shrug.

“This is… you’re… wow. Hey. Nice to officially meet you.” Namjoon released the tree to dizzily shake your hand, trying his best to ignore your amusement at his manic behavior.

“So you’re the mysterious friend who was too busy to help with the u-haul unloading, huh?” You quirked a brow up at Namjoon. He looked a bit green around the gills as his snow frosted lashes fell away from your gaze.

“We were slammed here that day. If it makes you feel any better, I got so much pine sap all over me that I had to toss my favorite gloves away.”

“Tsk. Now why would that make me feel better?” You teased as something mischievous glinted in your eyes.

“Because my shitty friend status made me suffer?” Namjoon shrugged.

“Well, we weren’t friends yet,” you grinned. “But now that we are, I think it’s only right that you should come over when you’re off to help the three of us decorate my new locally sourced, freshly cut Christmas tree”

“Oh absolutely!“ Hoseok piped in. “You haven’t hung out in weeks- you have to come.”

His endearing smile beamed bright across his face in a way that was impossible to fight. Bright red bits of hair peaked out beneath his beanie as he grinned widely up at Namjoon, and Namjoon was too distracted by his openness to process his nerves at the invitation.

“I mean, I guess I… I mean I wouldn’t want to intrude on…”

“Nonsense,” Hoseok interrupted,” you’d only be making the party better! Y/n needs all the friends she can get anyway. Poor thing’s stuck hanging out with us all the time- she could use a few new faces in the rotation, right little sis?” He hip checked you, ruffling your hair with the hand slung over your shoulder.

“Not your little sis yet,” you countered, eyes full of challenge.

“Wait, Hobi, this Christmas are you gonna…” Namjoon twisted his left hand, the gesture caught vaguely somewhere between the Queens wave and the single ladies dance.

Hoseok pulled a nervous face, brows lifting and jaw tightening until his smile bared all his teeth, as he patted the chest of his puffer coat.

“I’ve been carrying it around for weeks actually. Can’t seem to find the right time.”

“Are you insane?” You swatted him. “You brought it with you here? What if you lose it in the snow, you dummy?!”

“Ow!” Hoseok rubbed his shoulder dramatically. “The little ones are always fighters.”

You rolled your eyes as Namjoon blushed for reasons beyond him. Maybe he didn’t need any more explanation than the fact that you were cute as hell and he liked seeing you laugh.

“Your sister would never hit me like that,” Hoseok huffed.

“Yeah, she doesn’t have to because she knows I’d do it for her. Now why on gods green earth is the ring just chilling in your pocket while you stroll through endless yards of nature??”

“I keep it with me in case there’s a moment that just feels right. I’ll already be ready, you know.”

Hoseok’s face was far away, dreamy.

Namjoon was happy for him, even if he wanted a little piece of his friend’s wonder for himself one day.

“I still think you should propose to her at home in your little jungle. You have to know how happy that would make her,” you asserted.

Namjoon thought back to his last visit to Hoseok’s apartment. The walls had almost been alive with the amount of trailing vines climbing toward the ceiling. It was otherworldly, serene, like an indoor garden. It would be a spectacular place to propose actually.

“I think she’s right. It would be pretty damn perfect, Hob.” Namjoon offered.

“Ooo, did you hear that?” Slipping out from under Hoseok’s slinky arm, you attached yourself to Namjoon’s bulky one. “He already knows I’m always right. The company you keep, Hobi. I like this one.”

You squeezed Namjoon’s bicep, and he swore he could feel the warmth of your touch through his puffer jacket. He knew his cheeks had to match Hoseok’s fire engine hair now.

“Hey, be sweet to him. He’s sensitive,” Hoseok tutted as he pinched Namjoon’s rosy face despite being swatted away by one Namjoon’s big hands.

“I… is this the tree you’re settled on y/n? If it is, I should start getting it wrapped for you.”

“Hoist it on the beige Mini Cooper in the back, eh Hulk?” Hoseok patted his unoccupied bicep, giving it a happy squeeze as he pushed past Namjoon. “Im off to find where my poison Ivy wandered off to again. Probably somewhere talking to the cedars.” He shook his head softly but gosh, there was nothing but fondness in his happily crinkled eyes. “You two don’t get up to anything too wild while I’m gone now, yeah? We haven’t even brought out the baileys and the eggnog yet. Save it for later - or I’ll be the one kissing Joonie under the mistletoe.”

Hoseok wiggled his fingers and brows in puppety unison as he vanished through the trees, leaving Namjoon alone with you once again.

“He’s quite the character isn’t he?” You chuckled.

“You have no idea.”

“He’s good to my sister though. I’ve never seen her so happy.”

“They’re pretty made for each other,” Namjoon nodded in assent as you sighed.

It wasn’t until he looked down to catch your expression that he realized you were still holding onto his arm. Jesus Christ of Nazareth, was he going to faint in a Christmas tree lot?

You looked up then, a soft giggle bubbling out of you when you saw whatever his distress was doing to his face, and squeezed his arm before walking a few snowy paces ahead.

“Come on, tiger. The quicker we take care of this, the quicker we can get out of the cold.”

Namjoon had never followed anyone faster in his life.

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Why had the three of you come in a compact car?

This was pure delusion.

The tree Namjoon had helped you pick loomed over the front windshield like something from whoville. Good thing you weren’t the one driving. Good luck with that visibility, Hobi.

You and your sister stood side by side, linked at the elbow while the two men tied the tree down to the roof of the car.

“Think we’ll tip over in a strong breeze?” You queried.

“I think we’ll tip over if anyone even looks at us funny,” your sister giggled.

Her laughter was contagious and soon you were both cackling uncontrollably as Hoseok and Namjoon secured your dr Seuss tree to the roof of her car. Namjoon looked back over his shoulder, making accidental eye contact with you. You let your gaze rove over his absurdly pretty face, eyes lingering around the high corners of his cheekbones and the doughy imprints of those audaciously sweet dimples of his.

“My god, just look at him,” you sighed. “It’s like heaven tried to make focaccia bread when they made his face and decided to stop two pokes in because it was already perfect.”

Your sister looked between you and Namjoon, chuckling when the giant of a man turned away bashfully, as if those big shoulders could make him disappear.

“I told you he was pretty,” she shrugged. “And you gave me your judgy eyebrows.”

“I was a fool,” you sighed again. “In my defense, I didn’t know there could be boys prettier than Hobi around here.”

“Wait til you meet the children. Jimin and Jungkook are so beyond anything you could even comprehend. Beautiful little whores.”

“There’s more?” Your brows shot up high.

“Oh and Taehyung! Taehyung will charm you right out of your coat. He’s the dangerous one. I can’t even make eye contact with him without stammering,” she shook her head in derision.

“Whew boy, what a winter we’re in for.” You rocked up on your toes with a whistle.

“Winter is a mercy. Seokjin’s shoulders in summer? Glory be.”

Lovingly, you squeezed her tighter into your side. “At least we have Yoongi on our side.”

“Oh, no ma’am, we do not. He’s the worst one!”

“Min Yoongi ?” You gasped. “No!”

“Yes! He’ll sneak right up on you out of nowhere just when you think you’re finally friends and keep your glass full of wine all night until you accidentally spill all your most embarrassing high school secrets,” she muttered.

“No,…not the pyramid.”

“Yes, the pyramid. And he’ll get it on tape too. Adorable little bastard. Don’t let that cute little gummy smile fool you. He’s ruthless.”

You don’t think you’ve ever heard your big sister curse before.

The pout on her face was too priceless not to laugh at so you did. The laughter was robust and full- it came straight from somewhere deep in your belly and pretty soon she was laughing too, hiding her face in the faux fur collar of your coat. The two of you clinging to each other as you cackled like wild children in the snow.

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Hoseok looked over the roof at the two of you and melted into an inordinately affectionate grin.

“You could just go ask her now and put yourself out of your misery, you know,” Namjoon chuckled to himself.

“Nah, she’s so happy right now. I’ll let them have their moment.”

Namjoon let himself study you.

The two of you looked so much alike yet so different. Your sister was all spun sugar and sweetness, quick as a dragonfly on the breeze. But you, well, he didn’t quite know how to put it into words. You were still sweet, but it was different. There was something more rich, a bit more solid about your aura. If your sister was candy floss, then his best guess - based on his limited interaction with you- was that you were salted caramel.

The thought had him pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. He wanted to know what else made up the pieces of you. He wanted to get off this shift so he could be in the same room as you. So he could be alone with you.

He wanted to get you under the mistletoe and taste those pretty lips of yours.

But of course, that meant he had to have a coherent conversation with you first.

“Hey, quit undressing my baby sister with your eyes,” Hoseok snapped.

Namjoon shook his head, rattled the stars out of his eyes.

“My bad. Sorry, man.”

“I’ll let it slide this time,” Hoseok huffed. “Hey, I think I’m getting good at this protective big brother thing. That was pretty convincing right ?” He beamed proudly.

“More than you know… hey, we should be good here.”

Namjoon patted the now secure tree, rustling a bit of soft snow loose from its branches.

“Then it’s time to get this baby back on the road!”

Hoseok slapped the chassis and the car jingled— jingled!

“I can’t believe you’re gonna marry a Christmas elf,” Namjoon snickered.

“Hey, you’re one to talk, Yukon Cornelius. You work at a damn tree farm. Don’t judge me. Besides, I’m sure you’ll be next. Y/n is just as bad as her sister.”

Namjoon stole another glance your way, his eyes darting away in a flash when he realized you were already watching him, something sultry glittering in your gaze that he tucked away in his pockets to think about later.

“Maybe being next wouldn’t be such a bad thing,” he smiled to himself.

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Before you could get off the tree lot, Namjoon was running back to the car, something small in his hands that you couldn’t make out.

You were crammed in the back seat between the extra boughs your sister had bought to turn into wreaths and garlands. All the evergreen scents made you feel like a new car air freshener. God. It was gonna be a long ride back to the city.

Namjoon knocked on the glass in a hurry, and you rolled the window down. What on earth was he-

“You never got your cocoa.”

“What?”

“You said you were gonna wait to nurse it on the ride home so I got… I got you cocoa.” His volume trailed as he handed the cup to you, like he was second guessing every action in his life that had brought him to this moment.

“Oh, I…” you didn’t know what to say. You didn’t trust yourself not to open your mouth and accidentally tell him you were already in love with him and did he know a guy who could get you both a marriage license by sundown.

“Kim Namjoon. You absolute sweetheart,” your sister gushed from the front seat.

Namjoon’s cheeks went from rosy from the cold to plum from embarrassment. You’d never wanted to kiss someone’s eyelashes before.

“Well, that’s all. I gotta get back. i-“

“Thank you,” you whispered, eyes flicking up from beneath your lashes to meet his.

“I…. Yeah. I.. I hope you like it.” His smile was wide, inebriated, giddy. You swore you could see the stars during the daylight.

“I’m sure I will. Six o clock. Tonight. You can come right?”

He nodded, bobbleheaded and boysish.

“Yeah. I’ll grab the address from Hobi.”

“Oh will you now?” Hoseok piped up from the front.

“Hobi, shut up or I will end you,” you threatened through your own teeth as he and your sister laughed at you.

“Tonight?” You called to Namjoon as Hoseok began to shift the car into gear.

“Tonight!” Namjoon shouted back, both his arms waving over head as the car pulled off and he shrank into something small in the distance.

Settling back in your seat, you brought the cup to your lips and breathed in the steamy liquid. You noticed a little black heart drawn in sharpie on the cup, remembered seeing a sharpie tucked behind one of Namjoon’s ears and smiled to yourself like you’d just been passed a note in eighth grade.

You looked up to see two sets of eyes watching you in the rear view.

“Oh god, eyes on the road mom and dad. This has nothing to do with you.”

Your sister giggled, “well I for one am very happy for both of you.”

Hoseok chimed in with a “right? They’re cute.”

God. What a pair of menaces.

You sank in your seat but couldn’t help but smile.

“He is cute, isn’t he?” You whispered into your cocoa cup.

Maybe this wouldn’t be such a long ride home after all.

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“Why did I let you make me think this was a good idea? I don’t even have any furniture! What, we’re gonna make that Goliath sit on boxes for a chair?”

You were frazzled. Namjoon had texted Hobi that he’d be at your place in half an hour. Suddenly the idea of that massive man being in your tiny apartment drinking eggnog out of a solo cup that you’re sure would look like a shot glass in his massive hands made no sense at all.

“First of all, this was your idea,” Hoseok chuckled,” so don’t pin this on me.”

“Traitor.” You whispered.

“But if it makes you nervous, I can shout out the boys to swing by.”

“What? How does that make any sense? Why would we add more people I have no place for? Come on now, use the brain in that pretty head, Hobi.” You rapped your knuckles against his temple as he laughed at you- laughed!

“ I am! It’ll make it feel less like a date. Less pressure to talk one on one there’s a little more of a crowd,” he shrugged like it was that easy. Maybe it was.

“Okay. Fine. Do it. But somebody’s gonna have to bring food cuz there’s nothing in that fridge but eggs and kombucha.”

“God, we need to feed you, little one.” Hobi frowned, concerned.

“Groceries are on tomorrow's to do list. I wasn’t expecting to feed a small army today. I was just gonna grab some take out once you and the missus went home.”

“And you still can. I’ll see if JK can snag something from work.”

A key jingled in the lock as your sister shimmied her way in the door, arms filled with Christmas decorations with a string of gold tinsel draped across her throat like a feather boa.

“I’m back! Hobi, baby, I texted you. Can you bring the other bin up?”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead and darted out the door.

“Holy mackerel, it’s gonna look like Santa’s workshop exploded in here.” You took in the sheer amount of tinsel, lights and decor your sister had managed to manhandle up the stairs.

“Oh stop you. They’re just extra decorations and props from the photography studio. I figured you can use what you like, and we’ll just put them back when the season’s over.” She shrugged.

“I’ll take free decorations that I don’t have to store any day.” You asserted with a grin. Peeling the sticky back off a command strip, you climbed up on a chair to hang the dang thing as close to the ceiling as you could reach. Your sister came behind you to spot you. No sense letting you break your neck before the guest of honor even got here.

“Most of our mini sessions are over anyway. Nobody should be trying to book their Christmas card photos after December 14th, and if they do, they deserve the Charlie Brown Christmas tree they get.”

It always tickled you when your sister tried to be matter of fact. You knew good and well she was too accommodating not to at least try to bend.

“Lay down the law, sis. Hey, hand me those string lights will you. Can you plug them in?”

The room burst into light in a cacophony of colors.

“Whew. Multi. Bold.”

“Sorry, I didn’t check if they were colorful or warm white first. Shoot.”

She looked so chagrined. It was so sweet. Here she was being so giving and thoughtful, and she really thought you were gonna have the nerve to be picky.

“Shush, you. They’ll look great. It’s kind of… cozy. Very vintage Christmas. Nostalgia chic,” you smiled, and she smiled with you, relieved.

“Hey, you don’t need to be nervous about Joonie.”

“I don’t?” You looked up at your sister through your lashes.

“He’s really a sweetheart.”

“I mean, I can tell that from space.” You smiled.

“Don’t be smart, you know what I mean, dummy.”

“Wait, which one am I ? Smart or dumb?” You laughed.

“Goofy. But I mean it. He’s such a good guy. His last relationship didn’t go so well,” the color of your sister’s voice changed then. “It was a long time ago. It was. I’m sure he hardly thinks about it anymore. It’s just, I think we’re all rooting for him to find someone who realizes just how lovely he is.”

Hobi chose just then to come clunking through the front door.

“Look who I found!”

Sure enough, all six foot something of Namjoon was right behind him, bashfully twisting a Santa hat between his nervous hands despite still wearing his little green beanie from the tree farm on his head.

Thirty minutes, my ass, you grumbled internally. But out loud you said : “Hey! You made it!”

He looked so big in your doorframe like that. Were his shoulders going to fit? Surely he was going to get stuck like Santa in a chimney flue.

“Looks like you guys got the tree up no problem.” He offered gently.

“Me and Hobi accessed our inner lumberjacks and got it done.” You flexed one bicep and Hoseok patted it like it was made of steel. You both giggled like the weirdos you were as Namjoon smiled softly, still hulking in your doorway like a vampire in need of an invite to cross the threshold.

“Come inside, you silly boy,” your sister tutted. “You’ve let half the winter in.” She tugged Namjoon’s sleeve as he ducked his head to come inside. God, you wanted to climb him like a tree.

He looked so nervous shucking his snow-caked boots off by your front door. It made you want to put him at ease.

“I can take your coat, and… whichever piece of headwear you’d prefer not to wear,” you eyed his double hat situation for the second time as he seemed to notice it for the first.

“Oh shoot. Am I still?” He snatched at his scalp and realized it was shrouded in green yarn. Pulling the beanie off, he inadvertently gave you a glimpse of his face framed by his thick head of tousled ebony hat hair. You weren’t sure if you wanted to climb up to fix it for him or pull him into your room and make it worse. “Can I use your bathroom?” He blurted.

“Mmm hmm. Down the hall, to the right.”

He thanked you, banking around you and the corner to hide in the bathroom.

As the door clicked shut, you locked eyes with your sister across the room. Even you felt how desperate you looked. She had the gall to laugh at you.

Traitor.

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Maybe this was going to be alright after all.

Sure enough, each of Hoseok’s boys rolled in, each one prettier than the last. The apartment had never been so blessed.

Jungkook brought two massive trays of food from chick fil a with enough side sauces to last until the apocalypse. What a fascinating juxtaposition he was. Wide eyes, innocent pink lips puckered unsurely around a little silver hoop and the dimensions of a Mack truck. How someone with that much ink curling across his skin was allowed to serve the lord’s chicken, you did not know, but you did know that god himself must have had a hand in sculpting his perky little peach of an ass. Glory.

Jimin and his obscenely pretty face brought champagne. Taehyung and his intense eyebrows brought vintage Christmas vinyls and a record player that looked like an old leather suitcase that he’d carried up the stairs on his hip like a briefcase. As soon as he’d gotten settled he’d put on Bing Crosby’s rendition of “white Christmas” and waltzed with Jimin around your kitchen island.

Seokjin brought the good food. Yoongi brought the good liquor. Your sister and Hoseok brought the laughter and joy.

It was a perfect way to spend a December night.

Somewhere during the course of the night, seokjin - who was wearing a Christmas sweater with an embroidered cat on it that he referred to as The Second Coming of Min Yoongi- decided to make an old fashioned popcorn garland for your tree. As he and Yoongi squabbled over how to properly thread a needle, you realized it had been ages since you’d seen Namjoon.

When he’d emerged from the bathroom earlier, his soft skin had been glistening as if he’d splashed water on his face. His hair looked to have been slicked back with wet hands, while one stubborn piece jutted forward to softly frame his brows. You’d gulped down your drink and avoided eye contact, knowing good and well your face was probably screaming “for the love of god, please marry me” every time you looked at him.

In your self-preservation, you feared it may have come across as plain avoidance. You needed to find him.

He’d driven all this way.

The tree farm was so far and he’d been working in the cold all day. Yet somehow he was here in your tiny home, without a single complaint.

Earlier in the night, you’d nearly tipped off your chair ladder trying to put the star on your tree and he’d caught you, scooping you up bridal style like it was as natural for him as breathing air. It was an unnecessary gesture. You really hadn’t been that far off the ground and the show of strength was absolutely welcome but embarrassing nonetheless. You’d been cradled in his chest again and god, it had taken everything in you to fight the instinct to bury your face between his pecs.

“Stop objectifying my sweet baby. You’ll taint him.” Hoseok had teased from across the room.

You’d shot him a death glare as a glum Namjoon had placed you gently on the ground.

“Sorry. Hope I didn’t make that awkward. I just… you were falling and…”

“It’s alright, Joon. Thank you.” Your smile was earnest. You watched the way his reaction played across his face like a movie. It made you want to kiss him. “Besides, I should’ve put the tallest man on the job in the first place.”

His dimples had reappeared then, and you’d felt the oxygen in the room go thin.

You’d been avoiding him ever since.

Pressing up off your IKEA futon and stepping around the push up - off a shirtless Jungkook was currently doing as Jimin sat cross legged on his back and Taehyung counted, you set off to find Namjoon.

In less than six hundred square feet, there weren’t many places he could go. Everyone else was in the kitchen/living room. That really only left the open bathroom, the balcony- which your sister and Hoseok were currently cuddled up on, watching the snow fall- and your bedroom.

You weren’t sure what you’d expected to find when you pushed open the door, but somehow Namjoon folded up on the floor studying the lower tier of your bookshelf actually made loads of sense. You hadn’t been aware someone that large could fold themselves into something so small. His long fingers trailed over the spines of your favorite books and something in your lower belly swirled.

You could have spent the rest of the night just watching him read.

That, however, even in your own home, might be kinda creepy so you decided to announce your presence instead.

“Howdy stranger,” you crooned, leaning shoulder first into the door jamb.

Namjoon startled, clutching his chest like you’d just given him a heart attack. His long limbs flailed, knocking into the bookshelf like the baby moose he was, sending a small picture frame careening down onto his head. It knocked his Santa hat off kilter, leaving the beautiful man looking like a bamboozled disaster.

Your laughter filled the room as he collected himself, straightening his hat and placing your frame back on the shelf. You came to sit beside him, hugging your knee and leaning one shoulder into his.

“Whatcha doing? Whatcha reading, more importantly?” You shot him a pointed look paired with a smile you hoped was disarming.

“Oh. Uh, nothing yet. I didn’t mean to pry. I just… well there was so much going on in the living room. I just wanted to get some air so I stepped in here, but I ended up getting lost in your book collection.”

His fingers trailed their spines again, and you felt a shiver down yours.

“You like to read?”

It was a pitiful question on your part really. Clearly he did. He was surrounded by your personal mini library, and it was the most comfortable you’d seen him be all day.

“Oh it’s the best thing, really. You can learn so much about a person by looking at the things they like to read.”

“And what have you learned about me?”

You felt yourself hold your breath as he looked down, dimples daring to show themselves again now that the two of you were in a private place.

“Well, it seems like you appreciate the classics, for one.”

His finger traced the curve of letters embossed in gold on an ivory spine.

“I went through an intense thrift shopping phase over the last few years. I got kind of obsessive about collecting beautiful books,” you confessed.

“You should come to my store sometime then. You’d love the first editions section.”

There was a pride glittering in beautiful dark brown eyes, the first swell of something like confidence showing in them.

“You work at a bookstore too?” You tilted your head to the side in question as his trademark sheepishness returned.

“Um, own. Co-own, really. Between me, Seokjin and Yoongi.”

“Stop- seriously?” You felt yourself press into his space without meaning to. The sharp, earthy smells of cedar and pine still swirled on him, but underneath that was soft clean soap. You found yourself wanting to press your nose into his throat. You realized too late that your eyes had been doing it for you, and Namjoon had caught you doing it.

Cleaning his throat, something in him seemed to grow bold.

He didn’t shy away anymore. He pressed up off the palms he’d been leaning back on and leaned into your space like you did into his. His thumb pulled your bottom lip out of your teeth, tracing along the edge of it softly.

“Seriously.”He whispered, the timber of his voice deep as winter.

His deep set gaze grew heavy as the moment lingered. You caught sight of his tongue flicking out to wet his full lips as his thumb traced yours and suddenly you felt all your grace leave you all at once.

“You should stay.”

It came out breathy, soft. You knew your face must have given away how molten you felt beneath his touch. He chuckled gently, eyes warm as he smirked. Only half a dimple this time, you noticed.

“Stay?” He arched a brow your way.

“When the others leave… you should stay.”

It was crazy, but the lightheaded part of you that was under his spell couldn’t think of anything else she wanted more.

Suddenly, he was soft again. Eyes no longer serpentine but wide. Kind.

“Is that… would you… like that?”

You smiled at him, sweet as strawberries, and then you were kissing him.

Just once. Slow, gentle, but deep.

There was a hint of cinnamon on his lips. Hobi had picked up some horchata at his favorite taqueria on the way back. He must have given some to Joon. You smiled against his mouth, licked into it once. Felt his chest vibrate with the groan it created.

When you pulled back, he was dazed, staring at you like you were made of stars. Eyeing you like he wanted to know what else you were made of. His lip bitten like he was too hungry to wait.

“Stay.” You breathed again.

“I’ll stay.” He whispered back.

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When the last person had left the apartment, you’d locked the door behind them.

Suddenly it was truly just you and him.

You’d turned, back to your front door and looked at him, eyes sultry, smile sweet.

Namjoon was across the room, too busy drinking you in to remember how to move. But you hadn’t forgotten, it seemed. You took your time crossing the small room. The vivid lights cast bursts of blue and red across your skin- it made your eyes look unearthly, tempting in a way Namjoon was incapable of fighting.

You stopped in front of him, palms pressed to his chest. He felt his eyelids grow heavy at the sensation, but he wouldn’t let his eyes close. Not yet. He didn’t want to miss a moment of you.

You slid your hands up his chest, alongside his throat, skimming his jaw and cupping his face. You stood between his legs and god, did he want to rock his hips against you. You were already leaning into him, your hips pressed into his pelvis. What were his corduroys gonna do? He knew you could feel him already swelling against you.

Your brushed soft thumbs across the angles of his face. He reciprocated by tenderly pushing your hair out of your face. Was your heart racing like his?

Slipping his hands down, he tugged the buckle of your belt forward into him with a thunk. He crept his thumbs beneath the sweater you’d tucked into your high black jeans, and let his fingers swirl against your stomach, smoothing over the dips at your waist. Your body was so soft. He felt himself grow warmer, swell against you harder. When your eyes clouded over and your bit your lip, he knew he was sunk.

“I’m gonna take this off now, okay ?” He whispered, tugging at your sweater as you nodded, glassy eyed and obedient, up at him. Jesus.

Why was he whispering? He didn’t know. It just felt right, he thought. Felt right like being beside you all night had felt. Felt right like he knew being inside you was gonna feel.

When he slipped the sweater up over your head, your earring got caught. A little gold hoop snagged in the knit.

Breathe, he reminded himself, go slow. You don’t have to rush.

He soon realized that was advice he was going to need to take to heart in more ways than one the second he untangled you and saw your glittering smile glowing brightly, saw the way your breasts were spilling smooth and fleshy over the confines of your lacy little balconette bra.

Jesus. Fuck.

Turns out he’d said both out loud and your glossy eyes grew hungrier the longer he looked at you.

“Do something, daddy.” You teased, voice low, gaze heady.

“Christ, y/n,” he drawled as his self-control blacked out.

Soon he was pushing your breasts together, burying his face between them. Sucking one into his warm mouth, scooping the other loose from the dark lace. He had one large hand firmly fitted just behind the buckle of your jeans as the other cupped your breast that wasn’t in his mouth, thumb diligently flicking your nipple until it grew stiff like a meringue peak. He slipped that one in his mouth then, tongue picking up pace his thumb had set and tweaking the nipple on your other breast.

You panted beneath his touch, sinking and molding into him like warm clay in his hands. He wasn’t sure when his hips had started to glide against you, but god, yours were moving too, supple and fluid like water. He needed to get you out of the rest of these clothes. He needed to find out if he could mark your breasts and neck black and purple with his mouth like he wanted to while he fucked you. You really did taste sweet, just like he thought you would. God, he wanted to take a bite out of you.

Pleasantries first though, he reminded himself.

Pushing his head back against the wall, he tried to catch his breath but your nimble fingers were working open the snaps on his corduroys instead.

“Question-“ he asked breathless.

“Answer,” you grinned, triumphant as you finally popped the latch on his pants.

“Jesus, fuck. Cripes.” His eyes fluttered shut as you ran his zipper down and reached beneath his boxer briefs to grab him.

“Which one of those was a question?” You smirked, licking your thumb before brushing it gently across the fleshy tip of him. His stomach dipped in, toned muscle crunching in on itself as your big man buckled under your touch.

“Okay, okay okay. I’m gonna have to ask this quick before you make me spontaneously finish on your tits touching me like that. Whew.” His eyes were blown, head back. Unprepared for you licking more fingers and slipping back down to gingerly play with his balls. “Oh my gooooooood. Okay. Okay. Okay. Marks?”

“Like hickies?” You asked curiously, your hand moving of its own accord to grip him firmly at the base and pull up.

“Yeah, yeah hickies,” he panted, his pretty skin growing sweaty.

“I like that.” You smiled, wide and way too pretty for him to handle right now.”it’s winter. Go crazy, big boy.”

He nodded raggedly, his brow furrowed deep as he bit his lip. He almost looked angry, he had no way of knowing it made you incredibly aroused.

“Tits. I like your…tits. A lot. So much. They’re so pretty.”

You smiled into his throat as you kissed his neck and pumped him silly.

“Joonieee, youre so sweet.” You nipped at his collarbone, giggling at shiver that ran through him.

“Would it… could I… Jesus, woman, why are you so good at that? Screw this. Fuck it. Can I cum on you, your chest at the end of this?” His eyes were direct now, serpentine and lusty as he licked his lips, ran a thumb along the swell of your breast.

“Yeah ?” You ran your tongue along his neck, sending another tremor through him.

“Yeah. You’d look so pretty with my cum on your chest. I mean, they look so pretty already, but Yeah, god yeah I want that.” he nodded.

“Okay. Promise. You can finish on my pretty titties, if you want.” You laughed.

“I want.”

“I’ll even let you fuck them if you want.”

“Christ. You said…what?” He was out of breath, lightheaded from the thought of himself being pressed between the two warm pillowy clouds on your chest.

“Uh huh, if you don’t finish inside me first, that is,” you breathed in his ear.

“Oh my god. Not fair. Get on the bed, now.” He said it with an edge, a grit you didn’t expect from your sweet nervous Christmas tree man. A bite that made you want to obey. Made you want to fuck his brains out. Made you want to be his baby girl so you followed along and played nice. He fumbled with your belt as you melted. You did what you were told and climbed back on up onto the bed, stripping the rest of the way for him along the way.

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As he followed, he pulled his thick wool sweater over his head, black hair falling in gorgeous eyes as he did. The full reveal of his torso left the space between your legs glossy and sticky in ways you hadn’t known it could be. His Jeans and black boxer briefs went next and then he was climbing up and over you, golden and lanky and strong and hung.

Jesus , fuck, Indeed.

He smiled at you, sourdough dimples and serpentine eyes as he slowed down.

“I’m gonna kiss you, okay?”

You nodded, obedient, nervous, eager. You wanted him. God, how did you describe how badly you wanted Kim Namjoon? His lips were plump, sweet, inexhaustibly delicious. His tongue slipped deep into your mouth, his hand firm but sweet on your hip as it climbed up your torso.

Your tits were in his mouth again, tongue flicking wildly as he moaned around your fullness and your nipple. He tweaked the other, switching back and forth as he rutted his too big dick into the meat of your thigh.

“Question,” you gasped, breathless.

“Answer, baby,” his hooded eyes were looking darkly up at you as his thumb slipped its way down to gloss smoothly over your silky clit. You cried out, and he smiled, mouth still filled with your voluptuous tit.

“Daddy?” You questioned, and the primal groan that rattled through his chest and through the sharp twitch of his dick against your leg answered any further queries you had to ask.

“Yes, please, baby. “

He slid up to suck a dark splotch into your neck, his dick sliding up and catching on the slippery ridge of your clit as he did.

“I can call you that ? Can I call you daddy?” You gasped.

He simply nodded, dropping kisses along your collarbone and throat as he lined up to finally slip inside you. The fit was snug, the drag of him along your inner walls sublime as he rocked, working you more and more open to the massive size of him. You smiled, delirious, giddy, as he fucked you like you were divine.

You came three times that night, he came twice. Once inside you and once on your pretty tits. Then one more time down your throat in the morning.

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“There’s not much, but I have…. Let’s see. Coffee, kombucha, seokjin’s leftover gingerbread men… oh and eggs. Can I make you eggs?” You fluttered your lashes up at him. “I’d really like to make you eggs.”

Namjoon looked so cute. Face puffy, lips full. Hair still damp from the shower he took. You’d both been too nervous to shower together, so you’d taken turns and done it separately. You thanked god you actually owned two bath towels to make it possible. He was so adorable. It made you want to cook for the man.

“Sure,” he nodded. Mercy, his voice was even deeper in the morning. He’d barely used it so far today, aside from the sexy groans that had spilled out of him this morning when you’d woken him up with your cheek resting sweetly on his inner thigh and his cock in your warm mouth. (You’d gotten consent the night before, of course.)

“Um, how do you take your coffee? And is scrambled okay? I make really good scrambled eggs.”

He smiled warmly, his gruff exterior softening with your exuberance. He nodded his assent and you got to work getting out the egg carton, your chopsticks, the milk and your lone skillet.

“Oh, wait. Your coffee, how do you take your coffee?”

You turned in your robe, a harsh pivot, just to accidentally end up nose to Namjoon’s sweatshirt covered tits with an Ooof.

He kissed your hair, a deep chuckle from the depths of his throat booming through his chest. He was wearing one of your giant college sweatshirts ( that fit just on the roomy side of just right on him) and his black boxer briefs, his substantial thighs looking gorgeous as ever as he stood barefoot in your kitchen. What a turn of events.

He slipped his sturdy arms around your waist from behind, pushing up against the underside of your boobs and buried his blushing face in your hair.

“Black. Just a little cream is good.” He murmured as you sank back against him.

You weren’t used to how soothing another person’s presence could be.

“Gotcha. I’ll grab the-“

He chuckled, pulling you tightly into him to stop your scurrying.

“Shhh. I got it. Thank you.” He pressed a kiss deep into the skin on your neck. It melted you just a little bit further into the solidity of him.

“For what?”

“Last night. This morning. Yesterday. All of it.”

His confidence dipped again. Cockiness replaced by a sincerity so disarming you felt your heart dip softly. He’s so sweet, you thought as you gently caressed the forearm he had draped over your stomach.

“Yes, well…I ….” it was then you realized you didn’t know what to say. In lieu of words, you kissed his palm.

“You’re already making us breakfast. Least I can do is grab my own coffee… you want some?” He nudged the tip of his nose against the top of your ear.

Being that close to his voice made you shiver. You nodded without realizing it. The sound of his voice made you want to be so obedient to him. Why were you so turned on by him being kind, damnit ?

His hands fitted themselves to your hips, pushing the fullness of your bottom back against his hips. You were about to tell him you take yours with sugar and more cream than coffee when your phone began to ring.

Startled, you bolted out of his arms to find… your sister trying to FaceTime you?

Kissing Namjoon’s cheek, you stepped away to answer. Queuing up the screen, you were thoroughly unprepared for brilliant, happy screams pealing through the phone. There was too much motion to make out an image at first, until finally. you caught a glimpse of sparkle. It was the ring Hoseok had shown you a picture of the day he decided to custom order it for your sister.

“Hobi proposed!!!” Your sister squealed. No regard for the neighbors, this one.

“When?”

“Last night. When we got home. Y/n it was perfect…. I could tell he seemed weird when we were on the balcony yesterday, oddly stiff. Like he was trying to tell me something, but it wasn’t making any sense. I teased him and told him to try again later. I was just being dumb- I didn’t know! but when we got home, I had gone upstairs to change out of my Christmas tree clothes and when I came back. He was on his knees in the kitchen.”

Your sister clasped a hand over her mouth as her eyes filled with happy tears. Smart boy, he’d listened to you and Namjoon.

“Y/n, I’m gonna be a wife. I'm gonna marry Hobi. Y/n, I’m so happy I could cry,” she sniffled as tears spilled over the backs of her knuckles.

“Baby, you are crying,” you teased, your own eyes growing glassy too.

“Hey, that’s MY BABY” you heard Hoseok yell from somewhere off camera.

“She was mine first,” you stuck your tongue out petulantly.

“Congrats, man!” Namjoon cheered from his spot by your coffee pot.

“Thanks bro!” Hoseok called back.

“Wait.” Your sister started….

Oh no.

“Was that…” Hoseok added.

No. No. No. no. No.

“Oh my god. Y/n, was that Namjoon?! Did he spend the night?!? Oh my gosh are you two in love now?!?

Startled you let you out something between a yelp and a shriek, dropping your phone on the carpet.

“Did you hold onto those arms of his all night?” Your sister teased.

“Wait-“ Hoseok interrupted ,” do you have a thing for Namjoon’s arms babe?”

“Everyone does,” your sister quipped.” You do too Hobi.”

“That’s not the point… eh! We’re Balenciaga buddies!” Hoseok cheered, the snap of elastic ringing through the air.

Apparently your phone fell in such a way that the camera gave them a beautiful view of Namjoon’s sleek black briefs and the tree trunks they were stretched around.

“Stop objectifying him!” You scolded Hoseok.

“I will when you do!” He taunted.

“Oh my god I can’t do this.” Pinching the bridge of your nose, you sighed as Namjoon scooped both you and your phone up from behind again

“Then I will.” He whispered in your ear. “Congratulations you guys!”

Hoseok and your sister gushed something sticky sweet about how obnoxiously in love you and Namjoon were and you couldn’t help it, you smiled too. You told your sister how happy you were for her, promising to call her later with all the juicy details before finally hanging up the phone and burying your face in Namjoon’s hard tiddy. Which he flexed for you, god bless him, before also flexing his yummy, yummy arms around you until you burst into a fit of giggles.

“I like this,” he whispered softly, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Me too…. Got any plans today?.”

“Nope. I’m off the rest of the weekend.”

“Wanna go grocery shopping with me after I cook you eggs?”

“Are you just using me for my car?” He squinted slyly at you with a smile.

“No. That hadn’t occurred to me actually. I was actually planning on using your height and your body for my own personal benefit.” You answered thoughtfully.

“Oh.” His eyes went a bit wide like he hadn’t thought about that option. “Well. Then. Can I use you for yours?” He asked innocently.

“Sure. Although, you should know, I’m all talk. I’m the biggest softie…. I’m pretty sure if you’d asked me to marry you when we were talking tree-sourcing ethics, I would have strongly considered saying yes.”

Crap. You hadn’t planned on admitting all that. This was his fault. He was just so damn sincere. Those stupid eyes of his were so goddamn kind. You kept forgetting to put a guard up around him.

As you braced for him to be thoroughly traumatized by your admission, nothing of the sort came. He didn’t say a word. Instead, he hugged you beneath the ribs and hoisted you in a circle, nuzzling his cheek tenderly into your cheek.

“Oh thank GOD” he exhaled.

“I’m sorry- what?”

“I’ve spent all morning trying to figure out how to tell you how much I like you without making you feel like you might become the subject of the next true crime podcast.” He ran a hand through his silky hair as you stood stunned where he’d set you down to process his words.

“You….”

“Yeah…”

“That bad?”

“Honestly I’m not opposed to taking your last name if you asked me.” He shrugged.

You covered your face with both hands, shaking it ruefully despite the cosmically bright smile on your face. Soon you were both howling with laughter in each other’s arms, smiling into Namjoon’s deep eyes.

“This is crazy! We’re crazy.”

“I know.” He nodded in agreement.

“I like you.”

“I really like you.”

“I don’t know the first thing about you.”

“Let’s find out together, shall we?”

You felt your eyes fill with annoyingly happy tears. “Yeah, okay. I’d like that.”

“You just moved here right?”

“Yeah. Finally- should have done it ages ago. My turn-Why do you and Hoseok have matching designer underwear ?”

“We all do actually. It was Jimin and Seokjins doing a couple Christmases ago.”

“But just one pair each right?”

“Yeah?” Namjoon nodded, brows hunched in confusion.

“Okay. So that means you’re telling me you and Hobi just happened to be on the same daily boxer rotation the day you both fucked a pair of sisters with the same DNA?”

“Please don’t word it that way.” Namjoon grimaced.

“I worded it how it is,” you shrugged.

“My turn. Why do you really want me to go to the grocery with you, Hmm?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“Besides the company? For the view when I make you stretch for everything I’ve ever needed on the top shelf, Babyyy.”

“Oh my god. Are you serious?” He couldn’t contain his laughter.

“As a heart attack.” You winked.

“C’mon. Show me how you make these super fluffy eggs I’ve heard so much about. I’m starving. The gorgeous girl who owns this apartment milked me dry three times in less than twelve hours. I’m famished.”

Goddamn him and those cheeky little dimples.

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read this half way through before i slept last night then woke up and I COULDNT FIND IT 😭😭 istg i hv issues constantly not being able to find things that i read late at night ! bUT ANW THANK GOD I REMEMBERED THE TITLE N I HAVE NOW FOUND IT~ myg is so slay here ! i want escapism!yoongi in my life pls 🫡 but anw so lurv~ im seriously going through a yoongi phase and i CANNOT STOP !

Escapism-MYG

Synopsis: how naive were you to think you found the one when it was so obvious that he was making a fool of you. But you weren't gonna sit around and mope while he's having fun with your so called best friend. Good thing a certain someone was more than happy to help you out. And it made you wonder that if you had chosen him since the very beginning, would you have not gotten hurt?

Genre/ warnings: romance, angst, smut, raw sex, cheating, getting revenge on douche ex, misogyny,ex's enemy au, mob boss yoongi, making out, grinding, body worshipping, panty sniffing,oral(f receiving) vagina sniffing,love making.

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I found myself in a shit position

"we need to talk"

All the excitement that you had about finally having a date with your loving boyfriend after weeks, drained the moment those words left his lips.

Although you did sense that something was wrong the moment he showed up at your house rather than the designated meeting spot which was the restaurant in which you had your first date. Still, you didn't let yourself think about negative thoughts as you gave him a nod with a small smile.

He didn't return the smile.

You followed him to your living room all ready and dressed up for the date night. A little part of you still thinking that you both would be going to the restaurant as planned after the talk.

How naive.

"what's up?" you hoped the nervousnsess didn't showed in your voice as you sat on the other end of the couch now suddenly aware of the huge distance between you both "jihyeok?-" "it was a mistake" now along with nervousnsess you were also feeling very confused as you looked at him with raised eyebrows. "what was a mistake?" your gut feeling told you that you wouldn't like the answer.

And it was right.

"look" he sighed rubbing his face with his hands with a tight jaw as you silently looked at him with a sick feeling bubbling inside you "can you please tell me what did you do?-" "i-i slept with Ina" for a second your face went blank. Truly because your brain hadn't registered his words because they didn't make any sense. Him, your boyfriend having sex with your best friend ina-

No words came out of your mouth as you slowly processed the situation. Your face still blank and lips still parted as you looked down at your hands folded on your lap.

Everything he said next came out blurry because the only thing which was running inside your brain was him, your boyfriend of 2 years cheating on you with your best friend of 10 years. The one you met when you were 14 and the one who stayed by your side with every step of life.

"I was drunk-" excuse "it was an accident-" excuse "she threw herself on me-" more excuses "you were always busy and she was just there-" god you were so tired of hearing his voice "and it was your fault too, if you weren't so busy-" "can you shut your mouth? I don't really want to hear your voice" his eyes widened in surprise when your blank ones met his. The audacity is so amusing.

You stood up, dusting off the imaginary dust off your dress before looking at him. He was still frozen with his mouth agape. You scoffed rolling your eyes as you looked away from him. God you can't believe it. How did you waste two years of your life with this piece of shit?

A part of you wanted to hear him. Just to see if he feels a little bit of regret for his actions. But another part of you tells you there is no use. He has already blamed you like it was your fault he had to cheat so what's the use of hearing his useless words?

"get out" if he looked surprised before then you don't know what he's feeling right now as he looked at you with his mouth ajar "w-what-" guess he expected you to act differently. You sighed rubbing your forehead at the forming headache. How in the world can someone be so stupid? Now that you think about it, the signs were so clear.

"jihyeok" he looked at you with what you recognised as hope. Stupid, so stupid. "get out of my house" you watched the hope shatter into small pieces just like your heart did. Instead, his jaw tightened and his eyes started showing anger as he stood up as well "what? You're just gonna throw 2 years away over a single mistake?" he has to be joking. Shaking your head you crossed your arms over your chest, tilting your chin up "do you really want to do this right now?" it was a small warning. But you forgot he was stupid enough to not understand.

He scoffed shoving his hands in his pockets as he stared at you smugly "don't pretend like I'm the only one at fault y/n. You're as much guilty as I am. It was just an accident and if you weren't always so busy then it wouldn't have happened-" "your dick went inside her by accident? I didn't know something like that can happen by accident, ji. What? Did you slipped or something?" his face redenned as he stuttered to find another excuse but you didn't let him continue.

"so you slept with my friend behind my back by accident because I was busy trying to make money to support your dreams. You shouldn't skip the important part baby" you stared at him with disappointment while your nails dug in your arms. No you won't show him your weakness. You won't cry. You can't cry.

He opened and closed his mouth like a gaping fish as he balled his fists "w-well-" "and I should add that every time I made time so we could spend it together, you were the one who called off every date last minute. Why? Because you would spend your free time playing games rather than being with me" you smirked when you realised he wasn't meeting your eyes. That's what you thought.

"now get out. And don't contact me again. Glad she was satisfied by your small friend" oops. That surely hit a sore spot.

The man that I love sat me down last night and he told me that it's over

Dumb decision

He looked at you with anger as he walked passed you, intentionally bumping into your shoulder as he made his way to the front door. But of course he just has to say something to repair his bruised ego.

"don't get so happy y/n. Just because you make more money doesn't mean you're superior to me. Remember, you were just a stress reliever. I lost feelings for you a long time ago. At least she understood me and wouldn't bitch around when it came to keeping the house clean" he smirked as you grew silent. Looks like he mistook your silence for hurt. "you can't even do most of the house work, of course a man would leave you for something better"

"jihyeok" "what?" the smug smile told you he expected you to apologise and crawl back. Poor him. "you're in no place to teach me how to be a woman. If you're such a man, why were you eating off your girlfriend's salary since the last year?" it was your turn to smile as you saw his face fall "and please don't call yourself a man. You're insulting the whole spieces" you winked as you raised your hand "also, just because she sucked your cock doesn't mean she'll support you. Good luck finding a job and paying the rent by yourself. And I also expect you to return me all the money I spent on your rent since the last year" you watched his eyes filling with fear and his hands shook as he stared at your hand which was holding up the middle finger "now get out"

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The moment your door closed, your knees gave in. Your heart hurt. So much that you could physically feel it squeezing painfully as broken sobs spilled from your lips. You didn't let your tears fall when he was in front of you. No way in hell you would let him see you at your weakest. But now it was like a damn broke free as you struggled to breath. How can you be so stupid? You should have seen this coming a long time ago. All the lingering touches, the stolen glances, the time you found her in your apartment with him alone.

"we wanted to surprise you!" they both smiled brightly causing you to smile too.

But at that time you failed to notice that how did she knew that you were going home early that day. You smiled bitterly. They were just lucky that day.

You took a deep breath and wiped your face before standing up on shaky legs. You will not cry over him. No, you will never allow yourself to cry over the people who didn't deserve to be called humans. Ignoring your ringing phone you made your way to the kitchen and washed your face. The lighted screen told you who was calling

"ina💖"

You scoffed as you cut the call and blocked her number. You had no interest in listening to her excuses. You had a feeling they both were together right now.

A part of you wanted to cut them off from your life forever but another part of you wanted to hurt them just like they hurt you. It was worse that you knew just the best way to do that. It was even worse that you knew who would help you take your petty revenge.

Before you could stop yourself, your were already picking up your phone and dailing his number. Your hands shook as your thumb hovered over his name and his words rushed back to your mind.

"whatever you need, I'll do my best to make it happen. It won't matter how long I need to wait. Just say the word and it's done. I hope you'll give me another chance, doll"

Taking a deep breath you pressed the phone to your ear. Surprisingly, he picked up almost immediately and a warmth spread inside you when his deep voice hit your ears.

"I was waiting for you,doll" you looked down at your feet as you felt fresh tears filling your eyes and you hoped the small sniffle would go unnoticed by him. But of course it didn't. He noticed everything when it came to you. "you're crying?" you pictured him clenching his jaw as his voice took a dangerous tilt. One that used to scare you. You ignored his question as you took a shaky breath and whispered "does your offer still stand?" he was silent for a moment before breathing out "yes" you nodded even though he can't see it and sat on the chair of your dinning table "then will you let me use you?" you held your breath as you anticipated his answer and felt your body relaxing when he rasped "use me angel. Tell me what do I need to do"

"pretend you're in love with me" you whispered hearing a long exhale on the other side "don't need to pretend for that,doll" your heart started pounding as you looked down, again ignoring the flutter of your heart "pretend you're willing to die for me" "can't" your eyes widened ''why?" ''because I would die for you angel"

As your words died down in your throat, you wondered what would have happened if you had made different choices in the past.

"why can't you trust me?!" he panted as he gripped your shoulders. You looked up at him with pained eyes as you hoped he wouldn't notice your tears under the heavy rain. But of course he did. Breathing heavily he leaned his forehead against yours "what changed y/n?" a sob left your lips as you shaked your head, weakly pushing him "I'm still the same guy you fell for. And you're still the same girl I fell for" he whispered hoarsly as you gripped his suit jacket, pulling him closer until your lips were barely touching. You pressed your lips on his for a brief moment before another sob broke free from your throat as you whispered "I'm scared of you yoongi" that was the end of it. You saw him shatter in pieces and crumble in pain as you uttered those words.

If 3 years ago you had trusted him, forced yourself to trust him, then maybe your life would have been a lot different.

"what else doll" "don't kill him" "depends" his dry voice forced a small giggle out of you as you wiped your eyes but the smile soon died down when he asked "what did he do baby girl?" you almost didn't want to tell him because you knew he wouldn't be able to control his anger if he knew. But you have to tell him. "he cheated" the moment your small whisper reached his ears was the moment he saw red. His voice may seem calm but in his head, he was already thinking about the many ways he could torture the piece of shit. But of course you always knew how to calm him down "yoongi promise me you won't do anything" you heard him taking a deep breath before he grunted "what do you want me to do?" "can you find out where he is right now?" "that's easy. 'course I can"

Of course he can. Sometimes you forget who he is.

~•~

Now I don't wanna feel how my heart is ripping

Fact I don't wanna feel so I stick to sipping

And im out of the town with a simple mission

In my little black dress,And this shit is sittin

You met him outside the club as you both planned. Well he planned. He had sent a car for you because of course he wouldn't let you come alone when it as dark outside. He never took any risks when it came to you. And maybe you knew why. Maybe it was because you were the easiest way to threaten him.

You felt your breath catching in your throat when you saw him. Looking as handsome as he was 3 years ago. But maybe more mature. His hair longer and ridges rougher. You last saw him when he was 24 and you were 21. Now you're 24 and he is 27. "yoongi" you breathed as you stood in front of him. His eyes were soft as he took you in and your breath stuttered when you felt his hand gently holding your smaller one "hey doll" he mumbled softly as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. Just like he used to.

You heart hurt when you think about the time you spent away from him. Even if you were in a relationship with jihyeok, a small part of you still belonged to him just like how he always belonged to you.

He didn't said anything more but his eyes did. They held so many different emotions as he kept staring at you intensely. "let's go"

You nodded and held his arm softly as you both started walking inside the famous club. He found out that your ex and ex best friend were both in here together. It may seem petty to make your ex jealous and regret his actions. But after spending almost your whole life trying to be considerate of others, you wanted to be petty. And yoongi had no problem with that. He still thinks you're being considerate to that shit head by not letting him make that fucker regret in his ways but he'll support you no matter what you do.

All eyes were on you both the moment you stepped inside the club. You can't blame them. You knew you both looked great. In the two years you saw yoongi twice. Both were the once when he couldn't help it. When he missed you too much. And both of those times you saw him in his three piece suit. Right now he looked lethally gorgeous in a leather jacket, ripped Jeans and chunky boots while you wore a sleeveless black dress which came to your mid thighs. Hair loose and heels high. Even through his jacket, you could feel the bulge of his gun pressing against your hips. But it didn't make you nervous.

It didn't take long to catch them, making out at the bar without a care in the world. Like they haven't betrayed the one person who loved them both genuinely. You could feel tears filling your eyes at the sight but yoongi cupped your face and made you look at him "don't forget what you're here for doll" you nodded as he wiped the single tear that managed to escape before leaning down to whisper "just say the word and I'll make them regret their whole lives" you slapped his chest as he smirked "shut up we aren't here to kill anyone" "whatever you want, doll" he drawled letting you pull him towards the dance floor.

You smiled up at him as his hands found their place on your hips which you swayed to the music. The multiple lights shown on his face as he pulled you closer until your hands were on his chest. And you knew that you had their attention when you felt a burning gaze on your back. Yoongi leaned down until his lips grazed your ear for which he was gifted with pleasant shiver "they're looking at us doll" he mumbled burying his face in your sweet smelling neck while your arms wrapped around his neck as you both moved with the music.

A surprised gasp left your lips when you felt his lips pressing a wet kiss on the sensitive skin of your neck "y-yoongi'' your eyes fell shut as you felt him pressing soft kisses on the same spot before sucking it softly. He hummed gravelly as he pressed a hand on your lower back and pulled you flushed against him causing your soft breasts to press against his firm chest. It didn't help that you weren't wearing a bra. "need to make him realise what he lost" he murmured as he bite the same spot gently causing a small moan to slip from your lips. "mm..yoongi" you sighed, your hands gripping his shoulders as you felt something hard pressing against your lower stomach.

Small twing of pleasure erupted your whole body, settling a fire on it's wake as you felt yourself getting wetter by the second until your panties were sticking to your womanhood and soft pants were leaving your lips. "fuck you smell so good" he groaned as your fingers tugged his hair,your back arching and your head leaned to the side, giving him more access to your neck.By now you had completely forgotten about your ex boyfriend and best friend glaring daggers at you as you both swayed to the music, bodies feeling hot like fire as heavy breathing and pants mingled together.

"shit" he breathed heavily as his hand gripped your neck and he pulled you closer until your lips were inches away from his "tell me doll" he rasped, gripping your thigh and pulling your right leg up until it was wrapped around his waist. You gasped, holding his wrist as you felt his hardness pressing straight against your cunt "who are you thinking about?" he mumbled, grinding against you causing soft moans to spill from your lips "are you thinking about him right now?" his voice held a tilt of possessiveness and darkness as his hold around your throat tightened a bit. You whimpered shaking your head as he pressed against you harder "n-not him" he nodded leaning his forehead against yours "then who?" "y-you" the moment those words left your lips, his lips crashed against yours.

And it wasn't a sweet or gentle kiss. It was rough and hard, filled with possessiveness and yearning as your teeth clashed together and tongues danced for dominance. But of course he won. He kissed you hard. Hard enough for your lips to feel numb and your pussy to gush as soft moans of his name left your lips like a chant while low growls and groans left his lips like he couldn't get enough of you.

"missed you so fucking much" he panted as he pulled back slightly, both of your lips red and bruised and hot breath mingling together. You opened your eyes to see him already looking at you and if your heart was pounding before, then right now it threatened to spill out of your chest as you whispered "yoongi" he hummed as he looked over your head and you saw his eyes narrowed "w-what's wrong?" you asked turning to look behind you but yoongi held the back of your head and pulled you to his chest with a grunt causing you to look at him confused "nothing's wrong angel. Tell me what were you gonna say?" he murmured pressing a kiss on your forehead and because your face was buried in his chest, you didn't notice him still looking at something at a distance. "umm" you whispered gripping his jacket "take me to your home?" you dared to peek up as he went silent and the look in his eyes caused you to whimper softly.

He chuckled darkly as his hand squeezed your hip before he murmured lowly "you're playing a very dangerous game kitten. Don't think you'll get to leave once we step in my house" you gulped down the nerves as you bite your bottom lip softly before pressing a soft kiss on his lips "I don't wanna leave" you saw his eyes darken which made you excited and nervous.

It was like nothing else mattered when you were standing in the middle of a crowded bar and gazing in his eyes as he trapped you in. The way he looked at you, the way he touched you, the way he held you, it made you wonder just why did you waste 2 years of your life with that trash bag. The guy that you loved with all your heart, gave him your everything, and what did you get in return? Getting cheated on and also getting the blame. And the girl who was supposed to be your one true friend, the one who was with you for so many points of life. You were mad at yourself for spending 3 years apart from him.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when someone suddenly pushed past you, causing you to stumble further in his embrace as he wrapped a protective arm around you and glared at the drunken woman. "you okay?" he cupped your face with one hand and you nodded placing your hand on his "can we go?" your voice was small as you said those words and he didn't said anything but nodded and wrapped an arm around your shoulder before pushing past the ocean of bodies.

You noticed he was glancing behind by his shoulder every now and then and his grip around you suddenly tightened just as you both stepped out of the club "yoongi" you squeezed his hand which was on your shoulder and he only hummed as he glanced by his shoulder again "is everything okay?" you looked at him worriedly and his eyes softened. You both stopped in front of his car and he cupped your face softly "everything is fine, angel. Don't worry about anything and sit inside. I need to make a call and make sure you lock the car yeah?" he mumbled giving you the key. Although you had a feeling that something was wrong, you trusted him enough to not question him. So nodding you took the key and sat in the car, nodding when he signalled you to lock the doors.

You sighed, watching him as he took his phone out and made a call. A few seconds later you saw two men arriving and although you couldn't hear their conversation, you knew it was something serious because yoongi looked a little angry as he talked with the two men. They said something before walking away and yoongi rounded the car while you unlocked the door. His cologne filled your senses as he opened the door and sat in with a sigh. "who were they?" you asked softly as he took off his jacket and laid it on your lap which you Silently thanked him for because you were freezing. "they work for me" he answered simply as he started the car and you nodded before looking down at your hands folded on your lap.

Your attention was caught by him when he suddenly placed a hand on your thigh and after a moment of hesitation, you kept your hand on his. The ride was silent until you reached his house. You realised he had moved places. As he parked the car in the underground parking lot, he rasped "last chance doll" you looked at him nervously as he took a slow exhale before turning to look at you "I won't let you leave once to step inside my place y/n. I can't let you leave again. I don't think I can handle it again" his jaw was tight as he said those words and you realised just how badly you hurt him. Taking a shaky breath you unbuckled your seat belt and leaned forward, letting his jacket fall as you pressed your lips on his "make me stay yoongi. Please don't let me leave" you whispered against his lips and the familiar darkness returned in his eyes. The one that made your legs weak and pussy gush.

The elevator ride to his pent house was silent but you were in his arms the whole time. It was like he couldn't keep his hands off of you. But the moment you entered the penthouse, his lips were on yours and his hands were on your body. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he kissed you hard. His hands groping whatever skin they could reach as low moans and whimpers filled the air. Breathing heavily, he gripped your thighs and picked you up effortlessly causing you to grip his shoulders with Soft moans as your lips danced against each other. You didn't notice him walking towards his bedroom because you were so lost in his lips. Only when he laid you on his bed and his scent filled your senses did you realised that you were in his personal space. But you didn't have time you look around in his room because he was above you on his knees no yanking of his t shirt.

You felt your cheeks warming up as his milky white skin came in your view. But along with his abs your eyes caught something else too. There were multiple scars on his abdomen. It seemed like he noticed the sadness in your eyes because he tilted your chin up and pulled you in a deep kiss. One which took your breath away. It was deep and sensual. Passionate and full of longing. "I'm fine doll. A little knife can't kill me" you stifled a small giggle as he winked at you before your eyes widened when he suddenly pulled you up on his lap.

You took his hand as he kissed you again and guided it towards the thin strips of your dress and he let out a low growl as he slowly pulled the strips down until the dress was hanging around your waist. Slowly, he pulled back and his eyes wandered down "fuck"he whispered as he took you in "so fucking beautiful" you looked at him shyly as he laid you down again and tapped your hips. You raised them and he took off the dress completely,leaving you in a pair of thin black panties which were soaking wet.

"so perfect" he whispered as he came down until he was kissing around your breasts "a fucking goddess" he took your nipple in his mouth, sucking it softly which had you arching your back while your fingers tangled in his hair and small gasps left your lips "letting me worship you" his hand massaged your breast, making sure to give them the same attention "can die a happy man now" he chuckled darkly as you moaned his name softly. Trailing his kisses downwards he pressed multiple kisses around your waist before pressing a small kiss on your panty covered womanhood.

He looked at you as he hooked his finger around the thin material and once you nodded, he pulled the panties down your legs while biting his lip. You gasped when he raised the ruined material to his nose and took a long sniff before letting out a long groan causing you to cover your face in embarrassment "don't fucking hide from me" he grunted gripping your hips and pulling you down until his face was buried in between your legs, causing you to squeal In surprise.

But before he touched your weeping cunt, he looked at you with what you found as jealousy and possessiveness "has that shit head ever eaten you out?" he murmured lowly as he kissed your inner thighs, leaving small marks behind "n-no" you gasped shakily, your fingers flying towards his hair "no? " his eyebrows furrowed and you nervously whispered "h-he said it was gross-" another dark chuckle cut you off and you looked down to see his face leaned against your thigh as he looked at you cockily "can't believe I let you date a fucking kid but" he smirked "that means I'm the first man who tastes you" it was the only thing you heard before he dived in like a man dying from starvation and you were his last meal.

A loud moan left your lips as he wrapped his around your clit, sucking and teasing it until it was swollen and red. His hands gripped your ass and pulled you in so close that you were scared that he might suffocate but it seemed like he had no problem as he lapped your pussy like a lollipop. Your back arched and your head pressed against the pillows as his tongue entered your pussy. You could only moan his name helplessly as he took turns in fucking you with tongue and sucking your clitoris. He was quite literally making out with your clit as he inhaled your intimate scent with a deep groan which caused you to feel the vibrations against your womanhood. Your legs locked around his head which yet again made you worried that you might suffocate him but as you went to move away from him, he gripped your thighs with a growl and pulled you in "don't fucking do that again" He pleasured you like it was his only way to salvation. Like he was dying and you were his last meal. It all became so much that you exploded a second later with a loud and long moan of his name. If you weren't so high on pleasure you would have been embarrassed at how loud you sounded because you never thought you could make such a sound.

He mumbled praises of how good you were doing as he made sure to lick every single drop you gave him. He pulled back with a proud smirk, watching as you came down from your High and climbed up towards you, his cock brushing against your sensitive folds. You opened your eyes to find him already looking at you and a shy smile made it's way to your lips "how was that? " he grinned causing you to whine "great" "I'm sure it was" he chuckled kissing your forehead "but I'm not done with you sweet girl" your eyes widened as he hovered over you and. You didn't even noticed when he took of his pants but you felt your eyes widening and core gushing as you saw the size of his cock. It was long and thick, standing tall and proud with his mushroom tip an angry red and pre cum already forming. Soft moan left your lips when his cock grinded against your womanhood "tell me to stop yeah? " he whispered and you nodded holding his shoulders with a deep breath.

Soon a gasp left your lips when you felt the tip of his cock entering you and he stopped immediately "You good? " he brushed your hair away from your face and you nodded whispering "be gentle please" he kissed your nose "I will angel" slowly, you felt him entering you which caused you to whimper in slight pain. He peppered your face with soft kisses to distract as he tried his best to not slam inside you.

Once he was buried inside you, he stilled to give you some time to adjust "take deep breaths for me doll" he mumbled and you nodded taking shaky breaths. A soft sigh left your lips when you felt the pain disappearing and nodded. He pressed his lips on yours as he bottomed out before pushing back in causing both of to moan simultaneously "o-oh yoongi" your back arched as he moved with long and deep thrusts, hitting every part of your womanhood and soon, his cock brushed against that sweet spot causing you to moan loudly "right here? " he gritted thrusting back in at the same angle again and again causing your eyes to roll at the back of your head.

You gripped his hand with a soft whimper and he held it immediately beside your head. You cupped his face as he leaned his head against yours and you whispered "I missed you so much" his jaw clenched and his thrusts got harder and more powerful as he buried his face in your neck "you have no fucking idea how many times I almost knocked on your door. Almost called you dammit" you whimpered as you felt your high approaching rapidly once again and tears ran down your face as you sobbed "I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you" his eyes hardened at the sight of you crying and he crushed his lips on yours "it doesn't matter anymore. You're here with me. I don't need anything else" he never blamed you for leaving him. You both loved each 3 years ago but you had no idea who he was. To you he was the son of a wealthy business man. But the day you were going to confess, you saw him at His worst. You saw him killing someone. When you told him you were scared of him, he wanted to kill himself. He was mad at himself for falling for you. For allowing such feelings. But when you left him, he was willing to wait however long you wanted him too.

"fuck y/n" he breathed heavily as you pulled him in a soft kiss and you felt your high wash over you as he kissed you deeply, his own High washing over him. He rided you both out of your highs before falling on top of you and you wrapped your arms around him tightly as he buried his face in your sweaty chest.

After a few seconds of heavy breathing, you whispered "yoongi" he hummed snuggling deeper "you remember when I called you, you said you were waiting for me.. What did that mean?" you felt him smile against your skin as his hold around you tightened "it means that I've been waiting for you since 3 years, doll. Because I knew that one day, we'd meet again. So the wait was worth it" "and what if I hadn't called? " he hummed "then I would have waited and waited until you did" "why? " "because I'm so in love with you that waiting for you seemed easier than trying to forget you"

~•~

As you laid naked under the covers, yoongi stood by the bed with a towel wrapped around his waist as he listened to his right hand man talk "the guys belonged to Lee. They somehow came to know that you would be at the club. I've taken care of them but boss.. " yoongi hummed as he pulled the covers over your body properly "the same guys had been following y/n since a few weeks. They somehow caught our men following her and Lee found out that you've been secretly keeping an eye on her. They wanted to use her to-" "threaten me" yoongi chucked darkly as his movements stilled "fucking shit head" he snarled as he walked out of the room as to not wake you up "you know what you need to do namjoon. Bring him to me alive"

~•~

"what are you doing? " you flinched and turned around sheepishly as yoongi raised an eyebrow. He was shirtless in only some grey sweatpants as he folded his arms over his chest, looking at the mess all around the kitchen "w-well" you laughed nervously "i-i wanted to make you breakfast but I didn't realise I messed up your kitchen" yoongi nodded as he looked at the dinning table filled with breakfast and coffee "I'm so sorry I'll clean it up-" "you don't need to" you blinked as he pulled you to the table and made you sit on his lap "I pay people to clean my house. Surely they can do it. Now let me taste my girl's cooking" you looked at him surprised while he calmly ate his pancakes "you don't mind the mess i made? " "why would I? " he shrugged "the food is great" he kissed your head and fed you too.

"you can cook whenever you want. I love your cooking. Just be careful to not hurt yourself. You cook, I'll clean" you giggled kissing his nose "I think I kinda like you" he grinned tickling your waist "well thank god because I think I like you too"

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