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pretty sure your review made me cry. thank you so much 💕💕💕

YOU ARE AMAZING OK pls don't cry I'm sure you'll be ok without it and just .. KEEP WRITING !

I love you 💜 pls take care of yourself be safe !

I think the best things in life are the things you could never even imagine, so I love a fic where the author's like "oh, I had this fun little idea for a one-shot," and then all the sudden, that idea spins into a whole 30,000 word thing. JK is so cocky, and the chemistry between these two is through the roof. Ana is so good at keeping the tension high, whether they're in the same room together or halfway across the world from each other.

masterlist: airplane, pt. 2

jungkook jeon stole six million dollars. it’s your job to bring him home.  but finding him – and keeping him in one place is not that simple. then shit gets weird.

Chapter One: ICN –> LAX

Chapter Two: San Juan

Chapter Three: Koreatown

Chapter Four: Los Angeles

Chapter Five: Home

Chapter Six: Epilogue

“Nope,” you’d replied casually, turning to reach for a pair of latex gloves. “I’m a janitor. But I’ve always wanted to give this medicine thing a try. You don’t mind, right?” 😂

“Lactose intolerant people like milkshakes as much as the rest of us,” you argue.  “They just can’t tolerate them.” Truer words have never been spoken <3

“I would say come back soon, but this is a hospital and that seems wildly inappropriate,” you announce, voice breaking clear through his stupor.  😂

I love your sense of humour! And the dynamic between these two is *chef’s kiss*

The ending had me all “oh no” 🥺

greedy | myg x reader | chapter one: you like milkshakes?

summary: being a loner has never bothered yoongi until now.  until you.

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: mafia AU, pining, eventual smut

rating: 18+

word count: 4.3K

notes: confession, i am struggling these days with my insane attraction to min yoongi.  this guy has it all.  looks and talent and mystery and sweetness – he’s the total package. so i really wanted to give him a story in this AU that i’ve come to love so much and i truly hope you guys enjoy it.  

i also hope you guys know how much i appreciate every single one of you. i see your reblogs and comments and likes and i try to answer every one because it truly makes my day.  you guys make my day.

i could not post this fic without shouting out the amazing @hobi-gif because honestly, if hope didn’t read it, did i even write it? and i’m sending major love to three people who are such a source of laughter and support for me, @ladyartemesia​ @ppersonna @taetaewonderland. you guys keep me in stitches.

this fic is a continuation of the Guarded Series but can be read as a standalone piece! Chapter 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05

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Yoongi had fucked up.

He’d misread the massive man’s approach, tracking him in one direction when the guy was actually headed in another.  That’s how the asshole managed to catch Yoongi off guard with one meaty fist to the face. 

It didn’t matter that it was hundreds of pounds of fat – not muscle – behind that punch.  It was wielding more than enough momentum to blow up the side of Yoongi’s face like a bomb. 

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“Every time that woman picks up a highlighter I get a phantom pain.” 😂

There is no way not to stan Nurse Ko, she is a keeper!!! <3 

And Yoongi’s backstory, my poor dude 🥺I’m sure he is a fantastic piano player and for that alone he should take better care of himself!!!

(p.s. your sincerest apologies to the baseball players had me on the floor  😂)

greedy | myg x reader | chapter two: church lady tights

summary: being a loner has never bothered yoongi until now.  until you.

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: mafia AU, pining, eventual smut

rating: 18+

word count: 5.0K

notes:

okay your girl finally got it together to put out chapter two! i am so grateful for the enthusiasm you guys had about chapter one so i really hope this lives up to expectations.  i would love to hear from you guys what you think!

beta read by @hobi-gif​ because, duh.

ALSO my sincerest apologies to the very real KBO League baseball players i reference in this story. may they never someday google their romanized names and realize they’ve been dragged into a bangtan porn. amen.

this fic is a continuation of the Guarded Series but can be read as a standalone piece!

Chapter 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05

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Bak Seolhee was one of those holy roller types.

She wore clunky black shoes and church lady tights that always looked like they were this close to cutting off her circulation.  Her glasses sat right at the tip of her nose, forever in danger of slipping right off her pinched face.

She wasn’t a pleasant woman.

But every week she made the trek – compelled by the love of Jesus – to teach piano at the Shing Ma Boys Home.  And every week, like clockwork, the boys scattered like marbles the moment she arrived.

But not Yoongi.

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Ugh I am in love with your story telling, it’s so fucking intriguing!!! And the way that Yoongi always calls her Doc and when he sent the milkshake <3 

But HOLY HELL THE FREAKING DR LEE IS SO FISHY I KNEW something was up when the medication didn’t work again and I have an inkling I know what it is. Also, didn’t I say there is no way but to stan Nurse Ko (and now Nurse Yoo because LOVE HER) - what the hell, she did not deserve anything happen to her 😩!!! Can we please get the gangster boyfriend to send out an protection squad because I’m 🤬

greedy | myg x reader | chapter three: toothpaste & coffee

summary: being a loner has never bothered yoongi until now.  until you.

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: mafia AU, pining, eventual smut

rating: 18+

word count: 6.9K

notes:  thank you guys so much for reading my story! i’m really hoping you love this third chapter. if you do, i’d love to hear from you – send me an ask here.

beta read by the boo @hobi-gif​ who never fails to rescue me from myself in at least one scene in every chapter.

warnings: there are mentions of blood and themes of religion in this chapter.

this fic is a continuation of the Guarded Series but can be read as a standalone piece!

Chapter 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05

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Sunday morning – come hell or high water – Yoongi’s butt had to be parked in a pew.  

Church was absolutely non-negotiable for the boys of Shing Ma.

Yoongi would tug at the collars of his ill-fitting hand-me-down shirts and sit through hours of preaching in his too-tight shoes.  He would stare up at the carved wooden figure of Jesus mounted just behind the altar and Jesus would stare right back.

I see what you’ve been up to, Min Yoongi, his face seemed to say. You’re not fooling me.

Jesus always won the staring contest.

So Yoongi would spend his entire week fucking around in the streets of Daegu – skipping class and sneaking cigarettes – but on Sunday, he’d have to sweat through a sermon, trying his hardest to avoid the knowing eyes of the Lord.

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This story and your writing and your characters are sO FREAKING GOOD I’M GONNA SCREAM!!!!! I am holding my breath and am on the edge of my seat reading this!!!!!

Poor Doc, cannot imagine what her shift was only to find someone waiting for her (and then it’s such a massive dude, holy shit o.O) but I am very happy she was smart enough to call her own gangster!!! But poor Yoongs with his shoulder (I might have an inkling of from where the inspiration came for that 😉) UGH THE EMOTIONS ARE REAL!!!

And I have to admit it took me a hot second but YOU SO SMART!!! THE THING WITH THE SINS!!!! SO FUCKING COOL!!!!

greedy | myg x reader | chapter four: every sin in the book

summary: being a loner has never bothered yoongi until now.  until you.

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: mafia AU, pining, eventual smut

rating: 18+

word count: 9.5K

notes:  wow, okay. so. a lot happens in this chapter.  i’ve gotten more nervous about the chapter the longer i’ve stared at it, so i had to remember the words of the wise mr. kim : “done is better than perfect.”

i would love to hear from you guys what you think about this chapter. i absolutely love talking to you guys, about my stories, about whatever really.  please drop me an ask if you want to chit-chat!

beta read by @hobi-gif who blesses me with her brain all the time! also i have to thank the awesome @untaemedqueen​ @ladyartemesia @btsarmy9593 for being amazing advice givers and sounding boards.

this fic is a continuation of the Guarded Series but can be read as a standalone piece.

Chapter 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05

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Ko insists on making tea. 

You don’t have the heart to remind her that you don’t drink tea.  You suppose she takes comfort in the ritual, in pretending for a few minutes that you’re a normal guest in her home under totally normal circumstances.

But if the action serves to soothe her nerves, it only makes yours more frayed. 

You sit on the stiff couch in the living room for what feels like an eternity, looking out over her pictures and keepsakes.  Your eyes lock on a framed photograph of Ko and her husband, young and tanned and smiling, holding matching tropical drinks against an equally tropical backdrop.

A much happier time.

Ko’s husband – her partner in all things – has been dead for more than a year now.  And as you sit in this room filled with their shared memories, your heart breaks at the thought of your friend hiding out in here, alone.

Afraid.

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I am so in love with this story and this universe and it’s characters (apart of Dr Lee ofc, he can perish). The newspaper thing with Hoseok made me laugh out loud, love his dramatic ass 😂And the “that was cold” about the coffee too  😂

But their sweet and soft and honest exchange sitting at the piano (so this is Yoongi’s only priced possession huh!?) Amazing <3 

Also very happy we saw Yoongi and Hoseok in action and not just on stakeout. Ruffling some already crumpled feathers - good riddance to those making patients suffer on purpose!!! 

greedy | myg x reader | chapter five: do we look like recruiters to you?

summary: being a loner has never bothered yoongi until now.  until you.

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: mafia AU, pining, eventual smut

rating: 18+

word count: 6.7K

notes:  thank you all so much for rolling with the changes to my posting schedule. it’s been a while since i posted an update and i really wanted to give you guys a chapter. plus it makes more sense, in my mind to break it out like this.  in this chapter, you’ll notice that ko starts calling OC “jagiya.” thank you to the korean reader who brought to my attention that my previous nickname for her didn’t fit as well as this one! 

anyway, you guys make me endlessly happy with your feedback on this story. i’d love to hear what you think of this chapter.  beta read by @hobi-gif​ because i would wither away without her analysis. also beta’d by the awesome @btsarmy9593​ who has been so awesome to give me her feedback. thank you to @augustbutwinter​ for the words of encouragement. and of course, the boos @ladyartemesia​ and @untaemedqueen​ pitched in to help me in this journey as well.

Chapter 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05

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Min Yoongi wakes up with a problem.  Well a few problems, actually.

The first is that he has to pee.

The second is the head-to-toe pain that starts to register the moment his sluggish brain kicks into gear.  He starts from the bottom – gingerly wiggling his toes, carefully stretching his legs – and slowly works his way up, taking mental inventory of what hurts and what doesn’t.

A lot of shit is landing on the hurts list right now.

The third problem – and perhaps the most pressing – is the problem pressing into his side right now.

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LIKE A PEPPERMINT I am wheezing!!!!!!! The rating  😂

“On – the surface of the sun?”- He stops then, apparently incapable of glaring at you and walking like a hundred-year-old man at the same time. // “I could see what happened next from space.” - “Rude.”   😂 😂 😂 

ana you are freaking hilarious!!! 

bultaoreune | myg x reader

summary: min yoongi should be a lot more careful at the beach.

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre:  established relationship, implied smut

rating: G for GRUMPY

word count: 0.7 K

A/N: hey guys! so this is a drabble fic i wrote for the “a long hot summer” event for @thebtswritersclub​. we were all charged with choosing a member to write about – along with a sense (taste, smell, etc.) so i chose mister min – and my sense was touch. as for the title, it’s taken from the lyrics to “fire” and it’s the word suga says right off the top. loosely translated it means “burning up” YOU’LL SEE WHY.

also there is no smut in this, just implied. WHO IS SHE!?

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“You back?”

You look up from your book and call out when the back door to the beach house slams shut.  Then you clap a hand over your mouth in shock.

Yoongi is walking slowly, carefully – like he’s just learned to do it – legs spread like he’s riding an imaginary horse.

And he’s red.   

Fire engine, candy apple, stoplight red.  

All over.

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This was so freaking hot! And wine does give you that certain kind of buzz doesn’t it, I think you captured that perfectly! 

On another note, I too think people are making most of the wine tasting notes up - I get some fruits and whatnot but why would you even know what oak tastes like 🧐Is chewing bark and licking trees a part of this hobby I am unaware of?! 

just a taste | kth x reader

summary:  he’s hot. he’s considerate. he’s refusing to make a move. weeks of sexual frustration come to a head at a wine tasting and – this is going to shock NO ONE – smut ensues.

pairing: taehyung x reader word count: 2.9K

rating: 18+ genre:  smut, PWP, that’s pretty much it please don’t look for redeeming value here warnings:  considerate!tae, welldressed!tae, massivedick!tae, sexuallyfrustrated!reader, protected sex, oral (m/f)

A/N: hey guys! so this fic is part of “the summer bucketlist” collaboration. the rules: pick a summer activity and smut it up.  so here we are – my prompt was for a wine tasting and the member i wrote for is the insanely handsome and charming kim taehyung.  i hope you guys enjoy!

beta read by the amazing @hobi-gif because apparently i am incapable of writing a grocery list without her approval.  hope, i’d be lost without you xoxo

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Wine is not your jam.

You can never taste cherries or oak or whatever other bullshit people swear they’re tasting when they drink wine.  You pretend you do, of course – because you’d much rather fake it than look unsophisticated in front of the cardigan-wearing cork-sniffing crowd.  

On any given day, you’d be much happier drinking a beer.

But that doesn’t stop you from changing your tune the moment Taehyung calls.  When he asks if you’d be interested in going to a wine tasting, you damned near fall over yourself at the chance.  

Because you might not like wine, but you sure as hell like Taehyung.

And one little white – or red – lie isn’t gonna hurt anyone.

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I saw that you posted this last Sunday and was so excited but due to time zones it was the middle of the night for me and then the week happened and I finally got round to reading it and let me tell you, it was everything I hoped for and more!!!!

I don’t even really know where to start so *these are a few of my favourite things*: I loved the friends and how lovely they all are and I loved your description of them - even though we only saw a glimpse of most of them you painted such a good picture! How astute the doc is (we saw that throughout the whole story). The Agust D lyrics at the beginning. The power Joon exudes in that scene, phew!!!! Ko stressing Yoongi out just by smiling :D I felt the doc was already robbing off on Yoongi with him being disproportionately concerned with Seong’s health :D How smitten and gone they are with/for each other !!!! Their concern for each other’s well being, Yoongi with making sure she knows she is protected and safe with him (in more ways than the literal, also that they leave the party if she wants to) and the doc with the shoulder even in the depths of passion !!! How considerate they are with each other just makes me go *hearteyes*

And you are hilarious, honestly! “You can help keep my husband out of the kitchen. I’d hate to turn your first visit to our home into some kind of impromptu house call.” - literally made me laugh for a whole minute before I could keep reading! Already your tags/warning have me giggling: FEELINGS my god so many feelings forgive me + she’s a DOCTOR y’all + an inordinate amount of talking during/before/after sex. 

“But I’ve come to accept that some things just are – and wishing they weren’t accomplishes nothing.“ - That sentence is one of the most profound things I have ever read and I stored it in my “quotes to remember” list because, damn. 

The way the title of the chapter ties in, your mind!!!!!! The title of the whole story coming full circle, too, him wanting her like that and just so so much like nothing before (the doc wanting him too ofc but I saw the sin-theme more from Yoongi’s perspective) - *chef’s kiss*

Thank you so much for this story, it is but a gift and I appreciate it so much, thank you thank you!!! 

greedy | myg x reader | final chapter: the last exit sign

summary: being a loner has never bothered yoongi until now.  until you.

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: mafia AU, pining, eventual smut

rating: 18+

word count: 12.9K

notes:  y’all. i finished it. i can’t tell you how much it means to me that you guys read the things i write, talk to me about them, leave amazing feedback. i hope every last one of you knows that this makes me endlessly happy.

warnings: FEELINGS my god so many feelings forgive me. standard smut warnings including but not limited to: oral (m/f), protected sex (she’s a DOCTOR y’all), an inordinate amount of talking during/before/after sex. 

betas: no way could i have pulled this chapter off without @hobi-gif​ and @btsarmy9593​ . seriously these two saved me from myself a wild number of times and i appreciate them so much.

squad: you guys truly are at the heart of my tumblr experience. thank you for being with me on this story from day one. your encouragement and friendship makes all of this worthwhile @ladyartemesia @untaemedqueen @ppersonna​​

Chapter 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | EPILOGUE

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What kind of person am I?

Am I a good person?

Or a bad person?

Many ways to judge

People – Agust D

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Kim Namjoon is in a shit mood.

An organization that – to this point – has had as much impact as a fart in this city is on his radar for the second time in a month.  One of his most trusted captains has been keeping him in the dark about a situation that has put him at odds with that same organization.  And it’s a Thursday, which means his wife is probably making Jjajangmyeon.

Namjoon does not skip Jjajangmyeon night.

But tonight, he’s doing just that – trading his seat at the dinner table for the passenger seat of Hoseok’s luxury sedan.  He’s already chewed his way through half a roll of the mints he took up when he stopped drinking and the air in the car is starting to smell like a tube of toothpaste.

“Run it down again,” he orders tersely.

Hoseok keeps his mouth shut.  He’s been largely silent for this entire ride, steering well clear of Namjoon’s dangerous mood.  He locks eyes with Yoongi in the rearview mirror and raises a brow.  

That’s all you, pal.

Yoongi clears his throat.

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The full circle moment with the baseball in Daegu. The doc and her endless ways of looking out for his health (even though denying someone fries is pretty cruel ngl 😂). Yoongi’s inner monologue that I could listen to for HOURS. 

This is the perfect ending to a perfect story. Since you are the writer, I don’t even have the words to tell you how much I love this story. Just know it’s a lot. Like A LOT A LOT. Thank you so much for writing and sharing it <3 <3 <3 

And I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: You are so freaking funny!!!! Exhibit A: “Like, two hundred settings.  Video calls.  Takes bitcoin.” 😂😂😂

greedy | myg x reader | epilogue: bases loaded

summary: being a loner has never bothered yoongi until now.  until you.

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: mafia AU, pining, eventual smut

rating: 18+

word count: 1.3K

notes:  thank you endlessly for reading, reviewing and sharing this story. i’m so in love with this tough-but-secretly vulnerable yoongi and you’ll never know how happy it makes me that you guys love him, too. i hope you enjoy how the story ends. either way, i’d love to hear from you! please send me an ask here and tell me what you think.

Chapter 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | EPILOGUE

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Fuck, it’s hot.

The forecaster called for a high of 91° today, but he must have missed that mark by at least a hundred degrees.  There is no breeze and absolutely no respite from the unforgiving sun here in the cheap seats.

The Lions batter connects with the ball – finally – and Yoongi winces as he watches it sail right over the foul line.

Beneath his sling his arm feels sticky, itchy. 

He’d love nothing more than to rip that sling off and go to town on his arm with his fingernails, but any moment now you’ll be back from the concession stand.  You’ll probably hold his hot dog hostage if you catch him.

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Oh my god. My heart. Ana, MY FREAKING HEART.

Ok, the smut was hot. Because Ana wrote it and she writes hot smut. And also, it’s Hobi and Hobi is also...ridiculously fucking hot. This was hardcore soft Hobi, and I just loved it and GOD I WISH I HAD A DEVOTED ADORABLE HOBI TO BUY US A BEACH HOUSE HOME WHO KNEW EXACTLY HOW TO MAKE ME FALL APART, where is he?

In all seriousness, I just loved this fic. Sometimes I struggle with established relationship fics because the hard work to establish a relationship has been done and we didn’t see it and it’s beautiful and sweet, but sometimes it’s the will they/won’t they, idiots to lovers angst that hooks us in and gets us invested and, without that, sometimes it’s hard to feel a connection with the couple and their story, y’know. But this was just so wonderfully written, I was hooked in. I loved that this story was from Hobi’s point of view and I loved the way how the descriptive prose would tie in qualities of the reader that Hobi loved; his love for her just shone through the whole fic and it was soft and lovely and just what I needed. Sucks to be my future fiancé though, because the proposal bar just got higher.

Disclaimer: I don’t even know if descriptive prose is a term or if it sounds wanky, I suck at writing terminology and I’ve honestly never done any kind of ‘review’ before because I don’t think I can adequately express HOW MUCH I love reading Ana’s work (and so many other amazing authors), honestly, no words can do her work justice. Just read all her stuff, it’s amazing.

Lastly, Dom Hoseok is awesome and all, but never underestimate the power of Soft Hobi™️

snapshot | jhs x reader

summary: after a day at the beach, hoseok has some surprises in store for his longtime love

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: fluff, smut, fluff OH MY GOD SO MUCH FLUFF y'all i apologize

word count: 4.7K

notes: this fic is a commission fic for the lovely @wwilloww as part of the @armyadvocates fundraising initiative to stop hate crimes against AAPI. miss willow asked for an old house, candles and soft smut as well as a mystery box. i did my best to deliver on all counts because willow is amazing and deserves all good things.

thanks go to @hobi-gif @ladyartemesia and @btsarmy9593 for beta reading parts of this story, thanks so much for keeping me on track ladies! a very special shoutout to @sahmfanficbts who helped me come up with a very *key* part of this plot.

warnings: no one dies? no one is in danger of dying? who am i? standard smut, unprotected sex. liberal sunscreen use. low air quality due to paint fumes and sawdust. references to yoongi, who we can assume is cranky offscreen, references to @untaemedqueen first suggestion of what was in the box.

Warm.

Hoseok is so warm right now, inside and out. He stretches his long body out on the length of his beach lounger, enjoying the feeling of the sun beating down on his skin. His buzz is mellow and pleasant. He lets his eyes drift shut, lulled into a lazy calm by the sounds he can hear all around him.

The steady lap of the waves against the shore. Kids laughing as they run around on the sand. Off in the distance, a bluetooth speaker thumps out a song that’s too far away for him to recognize. And after a few minutes, another sound.

Your bright laughter, carried to him on the breeze.

God, he loves that sound.

“You are such a lightweight,” you tease. Hoseok can hear the smile in your voice. “Two beers and you pass out on me.”

He cracks one eye open to find you standing beside his lounger. The early evening sunlight streams through the strands of your dark hair and warms your bronzed skin, bathing you in a kind of golden halo. He gazes up at you, languid and content.

“I’m not passed out,” he argues with a slow grin. “I’m relaxing. Come relax with me.”

Hoseok doesn’t give you a chance to accept his offer, leaning up to grab your hand and pull you down into the narrow space beside him. You laugh when he wraps his arms and legs around you like a starfish, pulling your back flush against his chest.

“I’m just enjoying the perfect day,” he murmurs, nosing at the back of your ear, “With my perfect girl.”

“Flatterer.”

Hoseok can’t see you rolling your eyes, but he knows you’re doing it anyway. Just like he can’t see the way you flush and he knows you’re doing that, too.

“We should eat,” you say after a while, shivering when he strokes the pads of his fingers up the soft skin of one bare leg. “Grab something before we have to take the bikes back.”

Hoseok hums under his breath as he slides his palm up the curve of your thigh, boldly searching for trouble under the hem of your sundress. You bat his hand away and he laughs, hugging you tighter.

“Alright,” he agrees in a whisper, ghosting his lips down the nape of your neck. You jolt in his arms when he sinks his teeth into the curve of your shoulder, nipping playfully. “Just a quick bite.”

There’s not much difference between a sundress and a négligée is there?

Certainly not from where Hoseok is sitting, anyway.

He studies you as he rides close behind, watching the way your hair whips in the breeze as you pedal. One delicate sundress strap slips down your sun-warmed shoulder, exposing just a bit more of your back. Then the wind grabs a hold of your sheer skirt, lifting it just long enough for Hoseok to get a glimpse of the pretty white panties underneath.

God, he loves those panties.

Could stare at them all day, really.

But instead he forces himself to pedal faster and take the lead, grinning when you take note of his advance and glare. It’s for the best because while you think this is just some meandering evening ride, he’s the only one who knows where you’re really headed. For the best because if he falls off his bike and breaks his face because he’s too busy staring at your ass, the entire night will be ruined before it has the chance to start.

It’s quiet on this street just a few blocks from the shore.

Dolmeori Beach is rockier, more wooded than the beaches preferred by most tourists and that’s always suited Hoseok just fine. When he was a kid, he’d steal away when the weather was warm and hop the train here from Gwangju any chance he got.

It’s always felt like his place, his personal piece of sea and sand.

Pine trees loom high over the pavement, canopies so dense they block out much of the waning sunlight streaming down from above. The shade beneath the leaves makes the heat bearable, but it also makes it hard to judge the time. Hoseok steals a quick look at his watch.

Right on schedule. He hopes Yoongi followed his instructions to the letter.

“Hurry up, slowpoke,” he teases over his shoulder, and he chuckles at the sound of frustration you make as you pedal faster to catch up. It takes a few seconds for you to coast into position at his side.

“You still haven’t told me where we’re going,” you fuss, “Wanna clue me in?”

Hoseok turns his head to smile at you, sly like a fox.

“You’ll find out when we get there.”

The realtor had said the place would need a little love.

Turns out, it needs a lot more than a little. But Hoseok was able to see right past the weathered wooden porch and salt air-worn paint right away. When he found this place online, he knew it was the one.

He slows his bike to a stop as the two of you make your approach, taking note of the warm light that glows just behind the frosted glass pane in the front door. Looks like Yoongi came through.

“What is this place?” you ask, skidding to a stop beside him. You stand over your bike on tiptoes as you survey the house, brow knit in confusion.

“It’s a surprise,” Hoseok grins, hopping off his bike. He shoves the kickstand into place and offers you his hand, which you accept with a suspicious smile. “Wanna go in?”

“Yeah sure,” you shrug. “We’ve probably already stolen these bikes. What’s a little breaking and entering on top of that?”

Hoseok laughs, leading the way to the front door.

He cringes when the porch floorboards creak loudly beneath his feet, making a mental note to put that project next on his to-do list. You stand with arms crossed, watching silently as he crouches down to lift the mat at the front door, fingers feeling beneath for the concealed key.

You stop him with fingers wrapped around his forearm when he gets to his feet.

“Wait,” you whisper frantically. “We can’t just walk into someone’s house, Hoseok.”

He chuckles before leaning down to kiss the adorable confusion right off your face. Then he slides his key into the lock and pushes the door wide open.

“Not someone’s house,” he corrects, watching you peer skeptically inside.

You step slowly through the threshold and scan the candle-lit front room before turning to him with wide eyes.

“Our house.”

“You bought a beach house.”

It’s the third time you’ve said it by now, and not once has the hushed observation been directed at Hoseok. You said it when you brushed your fingertips over the freshly-dried spackle on the living room wall, said it again as you passed your hand over the base coat of stain on the mantle over the fireplace.

You say it again as you turn to him, jaw slack with disbelief.

“You bought a beach house.”

“Yeah,” Hoseok admits sheepishly, uncertain of your reaction. He tries to see the room the way you must see it now, candles and tools scattered across the tables, floors covered in drop cloths, cans of paint and plaster stacked up in the corners.

Yoongi had done a decent job of clearing up most of the clutter before he left, but judging by the astonishment on your face, he’s probably been romanticizing the mess in here.

He’d really hoped to have a lot more done the first time he brought you here, but he’s learned the hard way that some home renovation projects don’t go as smoothly in real life as they do on YouTube. The process has been a bit of trial and error, with a lot more error than he’d originally counted on.

“I know it doesn’t look like a whole lot right now,” he says, rubbing awkwardly at the back of his neck, “But it’s going to look great when I’m done. Yoongi helped me sand all week.”

You shake your head like you’re coming out of a daze.

“Oh my god Hoseok, no -- ” you vow with a shaky laugh, “ -- no, this is incredible. This is amazing. I’m in shock.”

“Yeah?” Hoseok grins, relief melting over him. “I wanted it to be a surprise. I wanted -- ”

“ -- Wait,” you interrupt, one brow quirked high as you step closer. “You said… you said something important. You said this was our house.”

“Did I?”

You narrow your dark eyes at him and he chuckles uncomfortably, nerves kicking in for the first time tonight. The feeling -- and the occasion both call for more booze. Which he’s prepared for.

“Are you going to give me a tour?” you ask.

“Later,” he says. “After.”

“After what, Hoseok? You’re killing me slowly with all this suspense.”

“Hang out here for a second,” he instructs, ducking into the small kitchen. “I’ll be right back.”

It takes him no time at all to find the bottle of Moet he’s stashed in the fridge and the clean champagne flutes tucked away into the corner of his dutifully-dusted kitchen cabinet. He double-checks the contents of the box on the counter, making sure everything is in place.

Then he takes a deep breath.

Your brows lift in surprise when he walks back into the room with that box in his hands. You watch him set it down on the floor, saying nothing when he turns back to retrieve the champagne and glasses.

When he finally returns, you’re on your knees -- examining the package. Lips pursed thoughtfully as you press your fingers to the gold flecks on the fabric lid.

“Hoseok,” you whisper, flicking your gaze up to find his. “I have so many questions right now.”

You look so damned beautiful in this candlelight -- like you brought your golden glow from the beach indoors. Like you absorbed the sun’s rays and you’re emitting them now like some kind of superpower.

“Have a drink with me,” he murmurs, “And I’ll answer them.”

Something in the room shifts then; the temperature changes. The silly fun of the afternoon evaporates, leaving behind something heavy and heady. Hoseok knows you feel it too, when your half-smile slowly drops and you pull your lower lip between your teeth.

“Okay,” you agree softly, “Let’s have a drink.”

You watch him with those focused dark eyes as he pops the champagne. The drink bubbles over the lip of both flutes as he pours, on account of his haste and shaky hands. Then you take one of the glasses in hand and offer him the other, which he quickly accepts.

“To this surprise housewarming,” you declare, raising your flute for a toast.

Hoseok clinks his glass against yours, taking note of the way you watch him carefully over the lip of your glass as you’re tilting back the flute to take a sip. He decides he can’t keep you -- or himself -- in suspense any longer.

“You know how special you are to me, right?”

You make a face.

“Did you bring me to your new house to break up with me?”

Hoseok’s startled laugh turns into a cough and tears prick his eyes as champagne bubbles blaze a path up his sinuses.

“Yes,” he says dryly, once he’s managed to collect himself. “I figured dumping you by candlelight sounded like the most romantic option.”

You tip your head back when you laugh, light playing off the curve of your neck, your collarbones, the tiny gold pendant that sits in the pretty dip at the base of your throat.

God, he loves your skin.

Hoseok looks at you long and hard before lifting his flute to take a long drink.

“This is for you,” he says quietly, acknowledging the box out loud for the first time.

“What’s in it?”

“A human head,” Hoseok snorts, flinching when you reach over to pinch his leg. “Don’t be a pain. Just open it.”

Your eyes light with excitement as you smooth your hands over the lid and Hoseok can’t help but smile. But your excitement turns into confusion the moment you open the box and find the neat row of plain white envelopes inside.

“What is this?”

“Quit asking me questions,” Hoseok deadpans, pouring himself another drink. He tops off your glass, too. “And start at the front.”

You shake your head with a wry smile as you work the first envelope open, slipping your fingers in between the paper folds to fish out the contents inside. Hoseok sips his champagne as produce the polaroid photo, head cocked to the side as you study it.

It was cold that day, he remembers that. You’d been bundled up in a pretty scarf and matching belted coat. In the photo, the mid-morning sun flares behind you, illuminating your profile as you squint up at a display of laminated menus.

“This is me,” you murmur, mouth quirking into a disbelieving smile, “At the coffee truck outside of work.”

“Yup.”

“We’d just started dating.”

“Yup.”

“How did you take this without me noticing?”

“Easy,” Hoseok laughs. “You stared at that menu for five minutes straight. I’ve never seen someone take coffee selection so seriously. Thought you were gonna order the most complicated drink in history.”

You roll your eyes but you laugh. So does he.

“Turn it over.”

You flip the polaroid over in your hands, eyes moving over the neat block handwriting on the back.

coolest girl i ever met

“This is the day I knew I liked you,” Hoseok murmurs, “Like, really liked you.”

Your eyes are a bit glassy when you look up at him now, the corner of your mouth tugging into a soft smile.

“You were that sure that fast, huh?” “Yeah,” he admits, scratching self-consciously at the back of his neck. “Yeah, I was.”

You move onto the next envelope, this time prepared when you pull out yet another polaroid picture. This one is harder to place, taken in the dark, mostly black but for a few splashes of vivid light.

“I don’t know this one,” you frown, ghosting your finger across one particularly colorful blur of red and gold. “I can’t make it out.”

You turn the polaroid over, looking once again for Hoseok’s neat block letters.

she’s into me

You laugh out loud.

“That was the lantern festival in Cheonggyecheon,” Hoseok explains. “I’d invited you, but you’d had plans, remember? And I was just going to get Yoongi to go with me but you called me last minute to say you’d decided to come.”

“I remember,” you say with a smile. “Yeri invited me to a movie, but I cancelled on her. I wanted to hang out with you instead.”

“Yeah, well that’s the night I knew you really liked me.”

“Cocky,” you smirk, reaching for another envelope. “But warranted.”

Your eyes light with recognition the moment you pull the next picture out. You’re crouched down at the edge of his mother’s koi pond, one finger making ripples on the surface of the water.

“First time we ever went to Gwangju together,” you muse quietly. “First time I met your parents.”

You flip the polaroid over.

pretty sure my mom loves her more than she loves me

“Okay, this might actually be true,” you tease, taking a sip of your champagne. “Your mom and dad love me.”

“Yeah, well that was the day I decided I loved you, too,” Hoseok chuckles. “The point where I kind of knew there was no turning back.”

You look up from the photograph then, eyes glassy with emotion when they find his. Candlelight flickering across your face as you look at him fondly.

“You still feel that way?”

“Hell yeah, I do,” he laughs, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Keep going.”

The next polaroid is a selfie of Hoseok in bed but it’s by no means sexual. There are dark circles under his eyes and his skin has a sallow tint. Next to his pillow, the bedside table is littered with cold medicine and empty cups.

“Is this when you had the flu?” you ask, flipping the polaroid over. The neat block lettering on the back confirms your theory.

she took care of me

“You were so pitiful,” you laugh, shaking your head at the memory. “Wrapped up in your blankets like a burrito. I swear, men have zero tolerance for discomfort.”

“I nearly died,” Hoseok protests dramatically. “But you dropped everything to come take care of me. That’s the day I knew you loved me, too.”

Your smile is brilliant now, open and sweet as you reach for the last remaining envelope. Hoseok takes another swig of champagne, slugging it down as you pull out the polaroid and study the image.

You are wearing your delicate sundress, leaned up against the wooden railing that separates the sand and rocks. Standing just next to your bike, nose in the air as you breathe in the salt carried on the wind.

“This is today,” you murmur, brows knitting together when you flip the picture over and find the back side blank. “And you haven’t written anything here.”

“Yeah, well,” Hoseok starts and stops, clearing his throat. “I haven’t had a chance to write it in yet.”

“Oh.”

“That’s the day I asked you to marry me.”

“Oh.”

You blink. Once, then again. Hoseok can hear the shaky breath you take in when your mouth parts in surprise. He sets his champagne flute down, sufficiently bolstered by the booze.

“So that’s what I’m doing right now. I’m asking you to marry me.”

You’re still mute with shock, eyes wide as they go from Hoseok to the picture and back to Hoseok again.

“But uh, the longer you don’t say anything, the less confident I feel about this entire plan,” he chuckles awkwardly.

You take him off balance when you throw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and your thighs around his waist. He keeps you both from toppling over with a palm flat to the floor, laughing as you pepper his face with kisses.

“So is that a yes?”

“Yes,” you sigh, pressing your lips to his temple, his neck, his jaw. “Yes. To you and to these amazing pictures and to this beach house. Yes to all of it.”

You pull away from him to grab the champagne, eyes flashing mischievously as you take a drink straight from the bottle. “Yes to champagne, too.”

Hoseok feigns shock. “Naughty.”

You kiss him deeply then, thoroughly, enough for him to feel the remnants of the carbonation on your tongue. You tease him with a barely there roll of your hips and his cock responds instantaneously, at the mercy of the warm friction he can feel straight through the thin material of his board shorts.

“You know what I’m thinking?” you murmur against his mouth.

“I think I’ve got a pretty good idea, yeah,” Hoseok chuckles, sucking a breath between his teeth when you bite the skin just below his ear.

“We have a lot to celebrate, right?” you reason, tone light. “But we came here for a housewarming.”

You lean back just far enough to pull your sundress over your head, tossing it carelessly aside, leaving you in nothing but those pretty white panties he loves so much.

“So we should warm it.”

Hoseok grins, pulling the champagne bottle out of your grip. He turns it up just like you did, finishing what’s left before setting it back down.

“I like the way you think.”

The only bedroom in this house is buried beneath a two-inch thick layer of sawdust right now.

Not that making it to a bedroom seems high on your list of priorities.

The fact that you’re both sitting on top of a drop cloth on Hoseok’s living room floor isn’t stopping you from threading your fingers into his hair, slipping your tongue into his mouth, grinding against his lap.

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” you laugh, pressing your bare breasts to his chest once he’s managed to untangle himself from your limbs long enough to shrug out of his shirt. Your pebbled nipples drag across the lithe planes of his chest and his cock jumps in his shorts.

“Clever.”

“That’s me,” Hoseok murmurs against your lips, deft fingers slipping beneath the damp cotton between your thighs. He slides the pad of one long finger across your wet slit and you gasp, rocking against it.

“Gotta get you out of these panties,” he laments, pulling one nipple into his mouth and working it with his teeth. You shudder in his hold. “Quick.”

“What are you in such a hurry for?” you tease, circling your hips to chase the perfect pressure of his fingertips. “We have all night.”

“We have about three more minutes if you keep grinding on me like this,” Hoseok laughs, shifting your bodies to lean you back onto the floor. “So give me a break because I want to enjoy this.”

You lie back for him dutifully, dark hair spilling onto the drop cloth around you, skin gleaming in the candlelight. Your gold pendant twinkles at the base of your neck.

God, he loves the way you look like this.

Flushed with excitement and anticipation. Like a feast laid out just for him. He rids himself of those pesky board shorts as fast as he can, leaning over you on hands and knees.

“You’re gonna marry me,” he muses, burying his face into the soft skin under your jaw. “You already said yes, can’t take it back now.”

Your laughter is echoing in his ears as he trails hot, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your neck, across the bronzed planes of your shoulder. He can taste the day on your skin; the ocean salt and sunscreen mixed with that flavor that’s so uniquely you.

“I don’t want to take it back,” you sigh, whimpering when Hoseok kisses a path down the velvety skin between your breasts. He travels lower, kissing just below your bellybutton as he starts working your panties off with one hand. “I’m gonna keep you.”

Hoseok chuckles as he tosses your panties away, off to somewhere unimportant. What’s important is the way you take a deep breath and hold it when his mouth hovers coyly over your cunt.

“Look at me,” he directs, peering up at you from beneath heavy eyelids. You open your eyes to meet his gaze, candlelight dancing over your pretty face.

“I love you,” he breathes, lowering his mouth to make contact with your clit. The air leaves your lungs in that moment, a soft exhalation of air that makes the hairs on the nape of his neck stand on end.

“I love you too,” you sigh, hips jerking at the contact, fingers digging hard into his hair. “So much.”

He knows you by now, knows how you like to be touched. Your rhythmic panting goes a bit ragged, when he slides two fingers into your cunt, crooking up to stroke you the way you like while his mouth works your clit.

God, he loves this part.

The part where you lose any semblance of control. The desperate sounds you make when you start to come apart beneath his mouth and hands.

“Hoseok -- “ your voice is strangled when you call out, “ -- Hobi, I’m gonna come.”

Something about the way you say his name goes straight to his dick. He grits his teeth when your nails dig almost painfully into his scalp as you start to tremble, shuddering against his mouth.

“That’s it, baby,” he soothes, pinning your hips down with his strong hands, keeping you from pulling away from the pleasure that borders on pain. “That’s it. Sound so good when you come for me.”

Hoseok stays face first in your cunt, nose and tongue pressed against you, until he’s certain the last wave has come and gone. Between his own legs, his cock pulses painfully, leaking pre-come at the thought of finally being inside of you.

Your body twitches with the aftershocks of your release as he slowly kisses his way up your thighs, your mound, your stomach.

“How was that?” he asks with a teasing tilt to his mouth, stealing your ability to answer when he kisses you deeply, fitting his slim hips between your legs. He reaches down to grab his stiff cock, sliding it across your slick entrance. You clamp your thighs together to tighten the drag and he groans at the friction.

“Amazing,” you sigh, dragging your nails over his ass, up the lean muscles of his back. “Perfect. You should let me return the favor.”

His dick practically jumps at the suggestion, stomach contracting hard at the prospect of feeling your pretty mouth wrapped around it. But Hoseok is too worked up, too riled up by the alcohol and the excitement.

“Can’t tonight,” he pants, arousal shooting up his spine when you wrap one hand around his now-wet cock. You pump him lazily, trailing soft bites from his jaw to his shoulder. “Need to be inside of you.”

“Yeah, I’m ready for that too,” you admit, guiding the blunt head of his cock to your entrance.

He surges forward then, pushing past the tight grip of your fingers, groaning as he’s enveloped completely by your warm cunt. You whimper at the stretch, locking your legs around him, gasping when he bottoms out.

He pulls back to the tip only to drive in again, earning another strangled moan. You’re squirming beneath him, breathless and dewy, looking like some kind of wet dream.

“I’ll never get over how good it feels to be inside of you,” Hoseok admits, burying himself as deep as he humanly can into you.

You’re so wet he can feel you spilling out onto the base of his dick and for one fleeting moment he wishes you knew how good this feels for him. How wet and hot and tight you feel around him. How being inside of you like this makes his brain go haywire, reduces him to only instinct and need.

You lift your hips to meet each snap of his, the wet sound of your joining echoing off the walls in this mostly empty house.

He hears you moaning his name in between the other sounds you make, in between the panting and mewling that makes his balls tighten. You grip his forearms as he grinds against you, kissing you in between desperate breaths.

“I think I’m gonna come again,” you gasp against his mouth. “Don’t stop.”

“Oh, fuck,” Hoseok groans, pulling back to get to his knees. He hooks one of your legs over the crook of one strong forearm, using his one free hand to press a thumb to your clit. His rhythm falters as he watches himself slide in and out of you, hypnotized by the sight of his body joined to yours.

You lift your ass off the floor, back arching as you chase the pressure of his fingers. Hoseok strokes you desperately, feeling his orgasm looming menacingly at the base of his cock. It takes just a few more strained pumps of his hips to set you off.

The second he feels you clamp down around him, Hoseok folds back over you, arms braced on either side of you as he thrusts through his own orgasm. He shuts his eyes and groans as he empties his cock inside of you, thrusting until he can’t anymore.

He collapses onto you, heart racing as he tries to catch his breath.

“Don’t leave me,” you groan when Hoseok peels his damp skin away from yours to get to his feet.

He strides across the room, completely nude, grinning when you turn onto your side and go up on one elbow to ogle him.

“Just for a second,” he calls out, pulling out every unorganized drawer in the kitchen until he finally comes across a pen. “Gotta finish something.”

He makes a show of holding it in the air as he walks back into the living room, opening the gold-flecked box, and pulling out the last unmarked polaroid photo.

You’re smiling the entire time you watch him pen the last caption on the last photograph.

she said yes

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