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Between Chocolates & Candy Canes (M)
➽ Character: Yoongi x reader x Jimin
➽ Genre/words: Smut, Crack, Oompa Loompa!au / 3,795 words
➽ Warning: public sex, threesome, spit roasting, so much filth, PWP smut, borderline crack
➽ a/n: Yes, this is merely a crack piece which is written with comedy purpose (although the outcome might not be speaking of it so much), so please don’t expect much of it and don’t question everything. Every bit of this fic will be pure imagination filled with filth, so I am asking for your forgiveness in advance to what it is you are about to read lol | tagging @jheartseok and @floralseokjin because you guys are responsible for this T.T
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producers!yoonmin x assistant!reader, fem!reader, bi!yoonmin
genre: smut with some plot, slight fluff
summary: There’s no telling just how long you’d been stuck in the windowless studio, and you’re just about ready to walk out and forfeit your paycheck for the week, until your bosses strike up an interesting bargain
warnings: swearing, slight arguing/playful name calling, mentions of alcohol consumption but no one is drunk, dom!yoonmin x sub!reader, unprotected sex (don’t do it), they’re kind of in a situationship, thigh riding, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), masturbation, hair pulling, degradation, praise, spanking, choking, penetrative sex, some mxm, cum eating, big dick behavior and practice from both of them, hinting at feelings
a/n: this is mature content so if you are under 18 years old or uncomfortable with this, please do not go below the cut! I also do not proofread of edit my work so there may be some typos, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!
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The Innocents: 01
❧ synopsis. Jimin is simply doing as he usually does. A bullet here, a punch there. However, when two innocents get caught in the crossfire his need to save them thrusts them all into an unconventional situation.
❧ pairing. jimin x reader, yoongi x reader, yoonmin x reader
❧ word count. 3.5k
❧ warnings. Violence, Sexual Language, Strong Language
Sometimes he really hated himself.
At times it was for something as simple as forgetting to grab a midnight snack before brushing his teeth. Other times it was for prematurely putting a bullet someone’s head. He annoyed himself. Nothing could truly explain his self-loathing but at this moment he felt it was warranted.
Two innocent strangers stumbled upon a dead body and were now being rushed across town at less than legal speeds due to carelessness. ‘Take a wild guess how much shit we’re in, Jimin.” he thought angrily to himself.
The girl was sobbing loudly, choking another sob with each sharp turn or hard hit to the car’s exterior. The guy, on the other hand, was strangely calm as he protectively covered the girl. Not unfazed but like it’s a familiar experience. Sure it sounded crazy, this isn’t the simplest of situations but the man’s mystery almost distracts him fatally so. He looks back in time to see and swerve to miss the other van that was strategically placed in his way.
A shrill ring came through the car’s speakers. He hastily hit ‘Answer’ on his screen.
‘Give me good news hyung. These assholes are popping up everywhere.”
“Calm down!-”
“Calm down!?” He swerved again to avoid a sinkhole. “Tell that to my new goddamn Mercedez you bastard!”
One of the people following got a particularly good shot into the side of the car, good enough to completely shatter the glass of the window near it, making the girl squeal louder as the man pulled her closer to protect her withering frame from the glass.
“What the hell was that?” Namjoon questioned.
Jimin sighed. “Well Namjoon hyung, that is the sound of one of two innocent people that are trying desperately not to get shot in the backseat of my fucking car!”
He could feel the man’s harsh stare on the side of his face at the harsh words but he spoke the truth. And he was saving them wasn’t he?!
More or less.
・❥・
“Out of the fucking car.” Namjoon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
The dark-haired girl only continued to shake in the hold of the man. Namjoon grabbed her arm, ready to pull her out when he felt something cold against his throat. Barely lifting his eyes, his met with a cold, hard stare focused so harshly on him he felt like he was burning throughout his body but where what he assumed was a knife was being held against his throat.
“Woah!” he heard Jungkook from behind him.
The man’s voice came as steady as the hand that held the knife. “Remove your hand.”
Despite the nearly empty garage of well trained, quick-witted men, everyone was at a loss for action or words at the sight. Namjoon slowly let up his grip on the brunette and backed away.
Jin, of course, composed himself the quickest. “We’re sorry.” he made eye contact with the man as he lowered the knife, gaze still just as hard as it flicked over to Jin. The oldest continued. “We aren’t trying to harm you. Despite the lack of care in you getting from where you were to here, we aren’t here to hurt you.
Jin could see the man’s grip on the girl’s head tightened some, keeping her face close to his chest.
“Yoongi,” it was faint. If there was even the sound of a penny dropping, they would have missed it. “It’s fine now.”
The girl was finally speaking. She stopped crying and though this Yoongi character still seemed tense he allowed her to move when she shifted from his hold. They could see her face now as he sat at the edge of the seat now, legs hanging out of the car.
Jin slowly approached her to offer a hand. She took it as she lowered her shaky legs to the concrete.
It was only then they noticed the blood covering her the front of her shirt. Taehyung was quick to approach, his medical training moving his body before his rational brain could form a thought.
“Are you hurt?” he questioned with genuine worry.
“N-No, why-” she looked down and pure horror spread across her face as she saw the blood staining her blouse. She felt around her chest for a source wound. But there was nothing.
She and Taehyung shared a moment of realization and looked into the van were Yoongi still sat quietly.
He was looking, almost in confusion, at his bloodied hand. Near where his hand was going limp in realization was a spreading bloodstain and visible wound.
He looked up in a panic with a quiet plea in his eyes.
Help.
・❥・
The group worked quickly. The two strongest following Tae’s instructions to aid the man that seemed to be losing quite a bit of blood. Jimin led the way, providing passage through the endless doors and hallways, finally ending up to a sterile-looking room.
She looked on in concern as Taehyung began ordering them to hand him this and that. She nearly missed the first touch of Jimin’s hand. But there was no way. The strength of it made her eyes snap up to him. He gave her a look but something behind his eyes told her he felt it too.
She was being touched again. This time carefully. Jungkook was calmly leading her out of the room.
What the hell is this place and was Yoongi alright?
Three different strong emotions were going through the house right now.
An intense distaste for the unpredicted.
Worry and discomfort.
And a fading confusion hidden by adrenaline.
The magnitude of them together almost made the air too thick to breathe. She could feel it growing by the second when worry wasn’t preoccupying her mind.
She looked around. There wasn’t a lot of stuff in the room she was led to. It looked like someone wanted it to be a sitting room but didn’t know much about furniture...or taste. She picked up a strange vase set on a small table. Plainly put, It was ugly.
“Hello.” she whipped her head around to see the same kind man from earlier. “I see you were inspecting our vase.”
She had almost forgotten she was holding it. She was going to sputter out a lousy response but he spoke again as he took the vase from her hands. “It truly is the most hideous thing I’ve ever seen.”
She snorted before straightening up. He wasn’t wrong...but he’s a stranger.
“I’m SeokJin.” he held a huge hand out. “Most people call me Jin but either is fine.”
She hesitantly took it, with a low introduction of her own.
He smiles an absolutely breathtaking smile.
Once she retracts her hand she buries them in the sleeves of the jacket Jin believes belongs to her friend that Taehyung is desperately trying to keep from losing any more blood. The thought, though grim, doesn’t show on his face. He maintains a smile knowing full well this traumatized stranger’s friend could die in this house similarly to many others.
The only difference being they are trying to save him. Many others were quite the opposite.
“Let’s go somewhere with more taste.”
They moved to the living room, which as Jin said, had much more taste. Not a hideous vase in sight. After what felt like years, Jungkook comes in with a significant amount of blood on his clothes.
Jin rushed to the man. “Are you alright? What happened?
Jungkook tsked. “Ah, Hyung don’t get all mushy. You know I am used to assisting Tae. Especially from gunshot wounds.”
“Gunshot wounds?”Her voice was laced with concern. There was nothing else it could be but she was still confused. This was her and Yoongi. They didn’t get involved with things that didn’t concern them, let alone basically kidnapped and with damn bullet wounds.
“He is fine. One bullet knicked him good across the arm, the other penetrated his abdomen.” Jungkook shook his head as he took a seat. He looked tired. She imagined this wasn’t how his night was supposed to go. Hers damn sure wasn’t.
Taehyung sighed deeply. His tense shoulders sagged a bit as he exhaled with his palms against the cold table. “Now that a stranger isn’t bleeding out on our compound, care to explain why there was a bleeding stranger?”
Jimin, who is leaning against a clear wall, sighs as well. “Not really but I know you’re willing to be a thorn in my side until I do.”
Tae arches his eyebrow, agreeing and waiting for the answer.
“I was at The Neon to oversee the drop as we planned but Lee was on the move. I followed him and saw the bastard was planning to do it in public. Not just in public but in my business. I and two of our men followed them. He slipped around a corner. As soon as we did the same there were four guns in our face and two of our other men knocked out.”
“Fuck.”
“Exactly.” Jimin pulled out a cigarette. “That shit wasn’t going to fly though. We had Sun and Moon coming around the fire exit. They got the drop on ‘em. Lit the bastards up. Of course, Lee got away, not without two of my bullets in him, but he still got away.”
“Where do Blondie and the girl come in?”
Jimin shot his friend a look and Taehyung held his hands up in defense.
“Sorry go ahead.”
“The fire alarm going off wasn’t too big a deal for the drunks in the club but fire some shots and all bets are off. From the first shot Moon took, I heard people scrambling. I tried to follow Lee out but he started getting lost in the plethora of drunken people wishing to live another day of cocaine-fueled partying and spending their parents' money. I got outside and realized I’d completely lost him but his men had eyes on me. They were roughing up basically anyone they could get their hands on. I was trying to book it for my nice new fucking car when I noticed the two. Their clothes told me immediately they weren’t involved. Not even the slightest. Blondie was holding her just as tight as he was earlier, hell I could barely tell there were two of them at first not until one of Lee’s guys tried to take her like Namjoon. He kicked the guy square in the chest. He probably would have done something worse with that blade I didn’t know he was hiding if another one hadn’t tackled him.”
Jimin thought back to the moment he made his split-second decision. “Next thing I know I’m knocking one out, taking out the other, and pushing them toward my car. You pretty much know the rest.”
“Damn.”
“Damn indeed.”
“I just spoke to Taehyung and Jimin,” Jin informed you. “They said he probably won’t be awake for a while. There should be an empty bed next to him in the medical corridor. You can get some rest in there. I’m sure It will help both of you to be there when he wakes up.”
It was welcome news but he was headed the opposite way of where you needed to go. “Where are you going?” The question was a little more vulnerable than you were comfortable with.
He gave an apologetic smile. “To do my job. I’ve been here way too long.”
“Wait don’t you work here?”
He laughed. “You’d think so, wouldn’t you? I work with this group but I technically work for Jimin’s mother.”
This confused you for many reasons. “Don’t think about it too hard. She might feel it.”
You started to laugh but when he didn’t you made a mental note about her. Thankfully, a freshly changed Jungkook came back signaling you to follow him as Jimin wanted to speak to you. The quiet of the big house unsettled you a bit but the design made you feel comfortable. You were led past beautiful paintings hung on dark brown walls. Right as you reached the end of a long corridor, you were able to see the large portrait of a beautiful woman, a little boy, and an intimidating man. He opens a door next to the painting to see Jimin sitting in a chair by his fireplace.
“You can head out, Kook.”
“You sure, Hyung?” Jungkook side-eyed you. It was obvious what he was hinting at but Jimin could protect himself well. Plus, he didn’t think you would be much of a threat. He simply nodded with a smile. Once the younger man left, Jimin looked you up and down as you stood awkwardly in the middle of the room.
He chuckled. “Most people just sit down on their own but I guess I’ll say it. Have a seat, Miss. ”
You bit your lip. “I’m still covered in blood.” Just saying it, knowing it was Yoongi’s blood made you want to vomit but you figured the man wouldn’t appreciate blood on his upholstery so vomit would probably be a no as well.
“I’m sorry. I’m a bit desensitized to it at this point. Feel free to shower or bathe. Your room has a standing shower and an alcove tub. The jets are tricky but worth the hassle.”
While a bath did sound nice, you were taken aback. “My room??”
“Well, yes. I ended up having him moved down the hall from the medical corridor to something more comfortable for you. I figured you would want to be close to your boyfriend.”
“Friend.” You muttered.
“Hmm?”
“I- uh- He’s just my friend.”
The look on his face said he didn’t fully believe that but he went on. “If you prefer to leave him in our care that’s fine. You can go home and I can call you when he is awake.”
The current situation you and Yoongi were dealing with outside of the night’s events made the thought of staying there the much better- and comfortable- option.
“No no. I want to stay with him.”
Jimin smiled. “Good. I’ll show you to your room.”
Getting to the room you were staying in was more of a walk than you were used to in something considered a “home”. You found yourself thinking the house could definitely benefit from a golf cart. Jimin was busy looking at his phone, having roamed the halls enough to know the way around with minimal effort. The urge to speak to him was stronger than your anxiety related to your current situation.
“How many rooms does this place have?”
He stopped for a moment causing you to nearly bump into him. “That’s a good question. Do you mean designated bedrooms or rooms in general? Also, would you count the other buildings on this property as “this place”?”
You stuttered. That question wasn’t supposed to have layers.
Suddenly, he broke out in a smile. “Ten, love.”
He began walking again and you decided to stay quiet.
“Here’s your room. I suggest keeping the TV low so your ‘just friend’ can get enough rest.” You stepped in next to him to see Yoongi sleeping peacefully in the most expensive-looking room either of you has ever stepped foot in. Though...maybe that isn't true. You think hard trying to get to the memory just out of reach.
“Did you hear me?”
“No. I’m sorry.”
“I said if something happens use the landline and dial 6. It calls my cell. Alright?”
You nodded silently. “He offered a small smile before leaving.
Finally left to something semi-familiar, you and Yoongi alone, you felt a little more relaxed. A need to be next to him was strong but he didn’t need any more blood near him if it wasn’t in his body. You decided to make use of the tub Jimin told you about. It took a minute to figure out the knobs but it was well worth it. In the soapy, warm water, you tried to make sense of the day. All you were trying to do was survive like you always did now Yoongi has a few dozen stitches and is out cold in a stranger’s mansion. One of the most dangerous strangers, you’ve come across too. This where your mind began to wander. His dark hair obviously acquainted with the feel of his hands. That smile. The charming yet authoritative aura he resonated. Something about the way he said ‘love’. The way your body reacted. He was dangerous. And not only because he has put bullets into more people’s heads before dinner than you’ve seen on one episode of the crime show you watched as a teenager. No, he was dangerous because he made you slip into parts of your mind you thought were closed off. After soaking until you were as wrinkled as a raisin, you looked through the drawers of the extravagant dresser. A plain cotton sleep gown was nestled in the second drawer. From the assortment of unisex clothes in that drawer, you figured it was one of the many used rooms.
Freshly cleaned and free of any blood, you stood by Yoongi’s side. It felt like home to hold his warm hand. For as long as the two of you were on your own there hasn’t always been a physical home, most times not even a roof but there was always somewhere to lay your head. On nights where sleeping in the shadows of an alley had to sacrifice, he was there to offer his lap or chest for you to rest on. He tended to put you above his own well-being. The safety of his arms was the bubble that protected you. They were the comfort on the days where life seemed to have no goodness left to spare you. It tore you up to know he suffered because of it.
The call of a real bed was strong but the need to be close to your home pulled you onto the bed where he lay.
・❥・
“Jimin.” He reached out his hand.
Yoongi stared at him, unsure of how to feel.
“Ok.”
She stepped forward. “Yoongi, how are you feeling?”
“Are you alright? Did they hurt you? Ca-”
“Calm down lover boy, we didn’t do anything to her. She is fine and so are you. If you keep behaving like that you’ll break a blood vessel.” Jimin sat next to the bed.
“I’m fine. Really. They’re really kind. Jin took care of me while they were operating on you.”
“What?!” His face went from mild annoyance to utter shock. He tried to sit up quickly to inspect his body but the pain came all at once.
Jimin sighed. “Did I not just say calm down?”
“What the hell happened to me?”
Jin spoke up this time. “You got shot. Twice.”
Yoongi’s eyes widened. You nodded and held up two fingers for emphasis.
“A few stitches on your arm and a little work on your midsection. You should be alright though.”
“Should??”
“Yes, should. As long you calm the hell down you will be perfectly alright. I recommend you stay at home until it’s looking better.”
It was silent then. You looked to Yoongi but he looked down.
Jin carefully said your name. You hesitantly met his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“We-We don't-”
“Thank you for your help. We’ll get going now.” Yoongi tried to get up quickly, falling back against the bed in pain.
“Stop. I don’t know why you’re in such a hurry now but you’re hiding something.”
“I don’t like it when people are hiding things,” Jimin spoke. She wasn’t sure why she was so intimidated. He barely raised his voice but his authority was stifling.
“We don’t really have a home.” You spoke softly but they all heard you. After a long moment of silence, Jin asked. “Then where do you sleep?”
You shrugged, trying to be nonchalant like you saw Yoongi do. “Wherever we can.”
“Alleys, shelters, parks.” Yoongi listed off.
Jin’s mouth hung open. “So that night, when Jimin brought you here…?”
“We finished eating at this diner that lets us have the night’s leftovers sometimes. It was getting pretty late so we stopped for a minute to figure out a plan for the night. We would have gone elsewhere but those guys that caused all the trouble were moving in quick. Yoongi pushed me further into the alley where they couldn’t see us. Right when we started to make our move, all hell broke loose.”
Jin started to speak but by this point, Yoongi managed to pull himself to a standing position. Rather wobbly but standing nonetheless. “Thank you for your help. We should go.”
“You can stay here,” Jimin said.
“What?” Everyone’s simultaneous disbelief had no effect on the leader. He smiled that gorgeous smile. “Not for free of course. Once Tae clears you, you will be doing jobs for me. I saw some of what you can do, especially when that little one is in danger. I’ll put a roof over her pretty little head and yours if you join my crew.”
You were in a state of pure disbelief.
“Ok.”
Yoongi’s agreement widened Jimin’s smile and furthered your shock.
You were now living with the head of Korea’s most powerful and feared mafia.
*originally posted to kmindset *yoongi icon from yethebts
the WILDEST ride I have ever been on. it's been a while since I read a long series... and this only took me a day LMAO - absolutely phenomenal work.
Sweeter than Sweet
BTS Vampire!AU
“You never would have expected someone like Park Jimin to notice you. As handsome and beguiling as he is deadly, you’re enthralled from the very moment you meet. Addicted to his kiss and his bite, Jimin opens up your eyes to a whole new world of love, lust and seduction.”
Pairings: Jimin x Reader (primarily) / BTS x Reader / Jimin x Yoongi
Rating: 18+
Warnings: explicit smut, dark themes, heavy angst and tooth-rotting fluff
Status: Finished
Chapters: one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven / twelve / thirteen / fourteen / fifteen / sixteen / seventeen / eighteen / nineteen / twenty / twenty one / twenty two / twenty three / twenty four / twenty five / twenty six / twenty seven / twenty eight / twenty nine / thirty / thirty one / thirty two / thirty three / thirty four / thirty five / thirty six / thirty seven / thirty eight / thirty nine / forty / forty one / forty two / forty three / forty four / forty five / forty six / forty seven / forty eight / forty nine / fifty / fifty one / fifty two / fifty three / fifty four / fifty five / fifty six / fifty seven / fifty eight / fifty nine / sixty / sixty one / sixty two / sixty three / sixty four / sixty five / sixty six / sixty seven / sixty eight / sixty nine / seventy / seventy one / seventy two / seventy three / seventy four / seventy five / seventy six / seventy seven / seventy eight / seventy nine / eighty / eighty one / eighty two / eighty three / eighty four / eighty five / eighty six / eighty seven / eighty eight / epilogue
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The Innocents: 01
❧ synopsis. Jimin is simply doing as he usually does. A bullet here, a punch there. However, when two innocents get caught in the crossfire his need to save them thrusts them all into an unconventional situation.
❧ pairing. jimin x reader, yoongi x reader, yoonmin x reader
❧ word count. 3.5k
❧ warnings. Violence, Sexual Language, Strong Language
Sometimes he really hated himself.
At times it was for something as simple as forgetting to grab a midnight snack before brushing his teeth. Other times it was for prematurely putting a bullet someone’s head. He annoyed himself. Nothing could truly explain his self-loathing but at this moment he felt it was warranted.
Two innocent strangers stumbled upon a dead body and were now being rushed across town at less than legal speeds due to carelessness. ‘Take a wild guess how much shit we’re in, Jimin.” he thought angrily to himself.
The girl was sobbing loudly, choking another sob with each sharp turn or hard hit to the car’s exterior. The guy, on the other hand, was strangely calm as he protectively covered the girl. Not unfazed but like it’s a familiar experience. Sure it sounded crazy, this isn’t the simplest of situations but the man’s mystery almost distracts him fatally so. He looks back in time to see and swerve to miss the other van that was strategically placed in his way.
A shrill ring came through the car’s speakers. He hastily hit ‘Answer’ on his screen.
‘Give me good news hyung. These assholes are popping up everywhere.”
“Calm down!-”
“Calm down!?” He swerved again to avoid a sinkhole. “Tell that to my new goddamn Mercedez you bastard!”
One of the people following got a particularly good shot into the side of the car, good enough to completely shatter the glass of the window near it, making the girl squeal louder as the man pulled her closer to protect her withering frame from the glass.
“What the hell was that?” Namjoon questioned.
Jimin sighed. “Well Namjoon hyung, that is the sound of one of two innocent people that are trying desperately not to get shot in the backseat of my fucking car!”
He could feel the man’s harsh stare on the side of his face at the harsh words but he spoke the truth. And he was saving them wasn’t he?!
More or less.
・❥・
“Out of the fucking car.” Namjoon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
The dark-haired girl only continued to shake in the hold of the man. Namjoon grabbed her arm, ready to pull her out when he felt something cold against his throat. Barely lifting his eyes, his met with a cold, hard stare focused so harshly on him he felt like he was burning throughout his body but where what he assumed was a knife was being held against his throat.
“Woah!” he heard Jungkook from behind him.
The man’s voice came as steady as the hand that held the knife. “Remove your hand.”
Despite the nearly empty garage of well trained, quick-witted men, everyone was at a loss for action or words at the sight. Namjoon slowly let up his grip on the brunette and backed away.
Jin, of course, composed himself the quickest. “We’re sorry.” he made eye contact with the man as he lowered the knife, gaze still just as hard as it flicked over to Jin. The oldest continued. “We aren’t trying to harm you. Despite the lack of care in you getting from where you were to here, we aren’t here to hurt you.
Jin could see the man’s grip on the girl’s head tightened some, keeping her face close to his chest.
“Yoongi,” it was faint. If there was even the sound of a penny dropping, they would have missed it. “It’s fine now.”
The girl was finally speaking. She stopped crying and though this Yoongi character still seemed tense he allowed her to move when she shifted from his hold. They could see her face now as he sat at the edge of the seat now, legs hanging out of the car.
Jin slowly approached her to offer a hand. She took it as she lowered her shaky legs to the concrete.
It was only then they noticed the blood covering her the front of her shirt. Taehyung was quick to approach, his medical training moving his body before his rational brain could form a thought.
“Are you hurt?” he questioned with genuine worry.
“N-No, why-” she looked down and pure horror spread across her face as she saw the blood staining her blouse. She felt around her chest for a source wound. But there was nothing.
She and Taehyung shared a moment of realization and looked into the van were Yoongi still sat quietly.
He was looking, almost in confusion, at his bloodied hand. Near where his hand was going limp in realization was a spreading bloodstain and visible wound.
He looked up in a panic with a quiet plea in his eyes.
Help.
・❥・
The group worked quickly. The two strongest following Tae’s instructions to aid the man that seemed to be losing quite a bit of blood. Jimin led the way, providing passage through the endless doors and hallways, finally ending up to a sterile-looking room.
She looked on in concern as Taehyung began ordering them to hand him this and that. She nearly missed the first touch of Jimin’s hand. But there was no way. The strength of it made her eyes snap up to him. He gave her a look but something behind his eyes told her he felt it too.
She was being touched again. This time carefully. Jungkook was calmly leading her out of the room.
What the hell is this place and was Yoongi alright?
Three different strong emotions were going through the house right now.
An intense distaste for the unpredicted.
Worry and discomfort.
And a fading confusion hidden by adrenaline.
The magnitude of them together almost made the air too thick to breathe. She could feel it growing by the second when worry wasn’t preoccupying her mind.
She looked around. There wasn’t a lot of stuff in the room she was led to. It looked like someone wanted it to be a sitting room but didn’t know much about furniture...or taste. She picked up a strange vase set on a small table. Plainly put, It was ugly.
“Hello.” she whipped her head around to see the same kind man from earlier. “I see you were inspecting our vase.”
She had almost forgotten she was holding it. She was going to sputter out a lousy response but he spoke again as he took the vase from her hands. “It truly is the most hideous thing I’ve ever seen.”
She snorted before straightening up. He wasn’t wrong...but he’s a stranger.
“I’m SeokJin.” he held a huge hand out. “Most people call me Jin but either is fine.”
She hesitantly took it, with a low introduction of her own.
He smiles an absolutely breathtaking smile.
Once she retracts her hand she buries them in the sleeves of the jacket Jin believes belongs to her friend that Taehyung is desperately trying to keep from losing any more blood. The thought, though grim, doesn’t show on his face. He maintains a smile knowing full well this traumatized stranger’s friend could die in this house similarly to many others.
The only difference being they are trying to save him. Many others were quite the opposite.
“Let’s go somewhere with more taste.”
They moved to the living room, which as Jin said, had much more taste. Not a hideous vase in sight. After what felt like years, Jungkook comes in with a significant amount of blood on his clothes.
Jin rushed to the man. “Are you alright? What happened?
Jungkook tsked. “Ah, Hyung don’t get all mushy. You know I am used to assisting Tae. Especially from gunshot wounds.”
“Gunshot wounds?”Her voice was laced with concern. There was nothing else it could be but she was still confused. This was her and Yoongi. They didn’t get involved with things that didn’t concern them, let alone basically kidnapped and with damn bullet wounds.
“He is fine. One bullet knicked him good across the arm, the other penetrated his abdomen.” Jungkook shook his head as he took a seat. He looked tired. She imagined this wasn’t how his night was supposed to go. Hers damn sure wasn’t.
Taehyung sighed deeply. His tense shoulders sagged a bit as he exhaled with his palms against the cold table. “Now that a stranger isn’t bleeding out on our compound, care to explain why there was a bleeding stranger?”
Jimin, who is leaning against a clear wall, sighs as well. “Not really but I know you’re willing to be a thorn in my side until I do.”
Tae arches his eyebrow, agreeing and waiting for the answer.
“I was at The Neon to oversee the drop as we planned but Lee was on the move. I followed him and saw the bastard was planning to do it in public. Not just in public but in my business. I and two of our men followed them. He slipped around a corner. As soon as we did the same there were four guns in our face and two of our other men knocked out.”
“Fuck.”
“Exactly.” Jimin pulled out a cigarette. “That shit wasn’t going to fly though. We had Sun and Moon coming around the fire exit. They got the drop on ‘em. Lit the bastards up. Of course, Lee got away, not without two of my bullets in him, but he still got away.”
“Where do Blondie and the girl come in?”
Jimin shot his friend a look and Taehyung held his hands up in defense.
“Sorry go ahead.”
“The fire alarm going off wasn’t too big a deal for the drunks in the club but fire some shots and all bets are off. From the first shot Moon took, I heard people scrambling. I tried to follow Lee out but he started getting lost in the plethora of drunken people wishing to live another day of cocaine-fueled partying and spending their parents' money. I got outside and realized I’d completely lost him but his men had eyes on me. They were roughing up basically anyone they could get their hands on. I was trying to book it for my nice new fucking car when I noticed the two. Their clothes told me immediately they weren’t involved. Not even the slightest. Blondie was holding her just as tight as he was earlier, hell I could barely tell there were two of them at first not until one of Lee’s guys tried to take her like Namjoon. He kicked the guy square in the chest. He probably would have done something worse with that blade I didn’t know he was hiding if another one hadn’t tackled him.”
Jimin thought back to the moment he made his split-second decision. “Next thing I know I’m knocking one out, taking out the other, and pushing them toward my car. You pretty much know the rest.”
“Damn.”
“Damn indeed.”
“I just spoke to Taehyung and Jimin,” Jin informed you. “They said he probably won’t be awake for a while. There should be an empty bed next to him in the medical corridor. You can get some rest in there. I’m sure It will help both of you to be there when he wakes up.”
It was welcome news but he was headed the opposite way of where you needed to go. “Where are you going?” The question was a little more vulnerable than you were comfortable with.
He gave an apologetic smile. “To do my job. I’ve been here way too long.”
“Wait don’t you work here?”
He laughed. “You’d think so, wouldn’t you? I work with this group but I technically work for Jimin’s mother.”
This confused you for many reasons. “Don’t think about it too hard. She might feel it.”
You started to laugh but when he didn’t you made a mental note about her. Thankfully, a freshly changed Jungkook came back signaling you to follow him as Jimin wanted to speak to you. The quiet of the big house unsettled you a bit but the design made you feel comfortable. You were led past beautiful paintings hung on dark brown walls. Right as you reached the end of a long corridor, you were able to see the large portrait of a beautiful woman, a little boy, and an intimidating man. He opens a door next to the painting to see Jimin sitting in a chair by his fireplace.
“You can head out, Kook.”
“You sure, Hyung?” Jungkook side-eyed you. It was obvious what he was hinting at but Jimin could protect himself well. Plus, he didn’t think you would be much of a threat. He simply nodded with a smile. Once the younger man left, Jimin looked you up and down as you stood awkwardly in the middle of the room.
He chuckled. “Most people just sit down on their own but I guess I’ll say it. Have a seat, Miss. ”
You bit your lip. “I’m still covered in blood.” Just saying it, knowing it was Yoongi’s blood made you want to vomit but you figured the man wouldn’t appreciate blood on his upholstery so vomit would probably be a no as well.
“I’m sorry. I’m a bit desensitized to it at this point. Feel free to shower or bathe. Your room has a standing shower and an alcove tub. The jets are tricky but worth the hassle.”
While a bath did sound nice, you were taken aback. “My room??”
“Well, yes. I ended up having him moved down the hall from the medical corridor to something more comfortable for you. I figured you would want to be close to your boyfriend.”
“Friend.” You muttered.
“Hmm?”
“I- uh- He’s just my friend.”
The look on his face said he didn’t fully believe that but he went on. “If you prefer to leave him in our care that’s fine. You can go home and I can call you when he is awake.”
The current situation you and Yoongi were dealing with outside of the night’s events made the thought of staying there the much better- and comfortable- option.
“No no. I want to stay with him.”
Jimin smiled. “Good. I’ll show you to your room.”
Getting to the room you were staying in was more of a walk than you were used to in something considered a “home”. You found yourself thinking the house could definitely benefit from a golf cart. Jimin was busy looking at his phone, having roamed the halls enough to know the way around with minimal effort. The urge to speak to him was stronger than your anxiety related to your current situation.
“How many rooms does this place have?”
He stopped for a moment causing you to nearly bump into him. “That’s a good question. Do you mean designated bedrooms or rooms in general? Also, would you count the other buildings on this property as “this place”?”
You stuttered. That question wasn’t supposed to have layers.
Suddenly, he broke out in a smile. “Ten, love.”
He began walking again and you decided to stay quiet.
“Here’s your room. I suggest keeping the TV low so your ‘just friend’ can get enough rest.” You stepped in next to him to see Yoongi sleeping peacefully in the most expensive-looking room either of you has ever stepped foot in. Though...maybe that isn't true. You think hard trying to get to the memory just out of reach.
“Did you hear me?”
“No. I’m sorry.”
“I said if something happens use the landline and dial 6. It calls my cell. Alright?”
You nodded silently. “He offered a small smile before leaving.
Finally left to something semi-familiar, you and Yoongi alone, you felt a little more relaxed. A need to be next to him was strong but he didn’t need any more blood near him if it wasn’t in his body. You decided to make use of the tub Jimin told you about. It took a minute to figure out the knobs but it was well worth it. In the soapy, warm water, you tried to make sense of the day. All you were trying to do was survive like you always did now Yoongi has a few dozen stitches and is out cold in a stranger’s mansion. One of the most dangerous strangers, you’ve come across too. This where your mind began to wander. His dark hair obviously acquainted with the feel of his hands. That smile. The charming yet authoritative aura he resonated. Something about the way he said ‘love’. The way your body reacted. He was dangerous. And not only because he has put bullets into more people’s heads before dinner than you’ve seen on one episode of the crime show you watched as a teenager. No, he was dangerous because he made you slip into parts of your mind you thought were closed off. After soaking until you were as wrinkled as a raisin, you looked through the drawers of the extravagant dresser. A plain cotton sleep gown was nestled in the second drawer. From the assortment of unisex clothes in that drawer, you figured it was one of the many used rooms.
Freshly cleaned and free of any blood, you stood by Yoongi’s side. It felt like home to hold his warm hand. For as long as the two of you were on your own there hasn’t always been a physical home, most times not even a roof but there was always somewhere to lay your head. On nights where sleeping in the shadows of an alley had to sacrifice, he was there to offer his lap or chest for you to rest on. He tended to put you above his own well-being. The safety of his arms was the bubble that protected you. They were the comfort on the days where life seemed to have no goodness left to spare you. It tore you up to know he suffered because of it.
The call of a real bed was strong but the need to be close to your home pulled you onto the bed where he lay.
・❥・
“Jimin.” He reached out his hand.
Yoongi stared at him, unsure of how to feel.
“Ok.”
She stepped forward. “Yoongi, how are you feeling?”
“Are you alright? Did they hurt you? Ca-”
“Calm down lover boy, we didn’t do anything to her. She is fine and so are you. If you keep behaving like that you’ll break a blood vessel.” Jimin sat next to the bed.
“I’m fine. Really. They’re really kind. Jin took care of me while they were operating on you.”
“What?!” His face went from mild annoyance to utter shock. He tried to sit up quickly to inspect his body but the pain came all at once.
Jimin sighed. “Did I not just say calm down?”
“What the hell happened to me?”
Jin spoke up this time. “You got shot. Twice.”
Yoongi’s eyes widened. You nodded and held up two fingers for emphasis.
“A few stitches on your arm and a little work on your midsection. You should be alright though.”
“Should??”
“Yes, should. As long you calm the hell down you will be perfectly alright. I recommend you stay at home until it’s looking better.”
It was silent then. You looked to Yoongi but he looked down.
Jin carefully said your name. You hesitantly met his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“We-We don't-”
“Thank you for your help. We’ll get going now.” Yoongi tried to get up quickly, falling back against the bed in pain.
“Stop. I don’t know why you’re in such a hurry now but you’re hiding something.”
“I don’t like it when people are hiding things,” Jimin spoke. She wasn’t sure why she was so intimidated. He barely raised his voice but his authority was stifling.
“We don’t really have a home.” You spoke softly but they all heard you. After a long moment of silence, Jin asked. “Then where do you sleep?”
You shrugged, trying to be nonchalant like you saw Yoongi do. “Wherever we can.”
“Alleys, shelters, parks.” Yoongi listed off.
Jin’s mouth hung open. “So that night, when Jimin brought you here…?”
“We finished eating at this diner that lets us have the night’s leftovers sometimes. It was getting pretty late so we stopped for a minute to figure out a plan for the night. We would have gone elsewhere but those guys that caused all the trouble were moving in quick. Yoongi pushed me further into the alley where they couldn’t see us. Right when we started to make our move, all hell broke loose.”
Jin started to speak but by this point, Yoongi managed to pull himself to a standing position. Rather wobbly but standing nonetheless. “Thank you for your help. We should go.”
“You can stay here,” Jimin said.
“What?” Everyone’s simultaneous disbelief had no effect on the leader. He smiled that gorgeous smile. “Not for free of course. Once Tae clears you, you will be doing jobs for me. I saw some of what you can do, especially when that little one is in danger. I’ll put a roof over her pretty little head and yours if you join my crew.”
You were in a state of pure disbelief.
“Ok.”
Yoongi’s agreement widened Jimin’s smile and furthered your shock.
You were now living with the head of Korea’s most powerful and feared mafia.
*originally posted to kmindset *yoongi icon from yethebts
producers!yoonmin x assistant!reader, fem!reader, bi!yoonmin
genre: smut with some plot, slight fluff
summary: There’s no telling just how long you’d been stuck in the windowless studio, and you’re just about ready to walk out and forfeit your paycheck for the week, until your bosses strike up an interesting bargain
warnings: swearing, slight arguing/playful name calling, mentions of alcohol consumption but no one is drunk, dom!yoonmin x sub!reader, unprotected sex (don’t do it), they’re kind of in a situationship, thigh riding, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), masturbation, hair pulling, degradation, praise, spanking, choking, penetrative sex, some mxm, cum eating, big dick behavior and practice from both of them, hinting at feelings
a/n: this is mature content so if you are under 18 years old or uncomfortable with this, please do not go below the cut! I also do not proofread of edit my work so there may be some typos, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!
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PIECE OF PEACE - MYG & PJM
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Summary: Park Jimin and Min Yoongi had forgone the city life months ago, opting to settle into their dream cottage in the woods born of dreams and furnished with love. And it was always going to be them. Until the biggest thunderstorm of the year carried an unexpected guest to their door smack dab in the middle of them living their isolated dream.
Pairing: Yoongi x Jimin, Yoonmin x reader
Warnings: Will be added to every chapter
Chapter list
Piece of Heaven
The yellow Chim
Girl by the stream
The house guest
Of favorite flowers
Recurrent thunderstorms
Clear skies
The garden in the woods
A night in town
Homophobia is where you draw the line?
Sunlit revelation
Coming soon
A/n: This story came to be from a request from my lovely Yoonmin anon, and you can say it’s purely self indulgent for me and for them. That being said, I’d love to hear what you thought about it, and as usual, the taglist is open!
it’s TIME!!!!!!! it is broad daylight, i have many hours before i’m supposed to sleep, and i am PSYCHED to read this oh my gosh the forum idea sounds so neat i can’t wait to see how it all shakes out hehehehe yay
The Hooksborough Demon
You and two friends ventured into the location of an urban legend with the intention of exploring an abandoned building and having a laugh at small town lore for clout.
But after a series of mysterious events, you have turned to a forum a year later to try to piece everything together, and to find out what the fuck happened to Yoongi & Jimin.
🤍 Yoongi x Female Reader x Jimin 🤍 word count: 19.1k + “forum comments” 🤍 paranormal au, urban legend au, found footage horror, gore, poly, smut, nsfw, slash, 21+ 🤍 warnings: disappearance & possible major character death, mental instability, unreliable narrator, haunting imagery, blood, gore, explicit smut, vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex, mmf threesome, double penetration, unresolved cliffhanger ending. | to give the story that uncomfortable found footage horror vibe, there is a sense that the townsfolk are not friendly to outsiders in the second chapter. there is nothing specifically mentioned, nor any blatant racism or anything of that vein. 🤍 note: please don’t read this before bed lol. i get so many distressed comments about being scared before bed. read this at noon with all the lights on and with a refreshing cup of tea. 💜✨ also, if this story feels like a fever dream at times, that is because i had covid while writing most of it, and took a lot of cough medicine, and many of these scenes actually did come from my dreams. 🤍 beta read by @neoneunnajimin 🤍 posted dec. 2021 & jan. 2022 | read on ao3
INDEX:
1: An Introduction | 500 words + comments
2: The vibes were off | 1.8k words + comments
3: From smiling to…something else | 2k words + comments
4: maybe i’ll wake up | 118 words + comments
5: A big black mass | 1.8k words + comments
6: Another night chasing medication down with whiskey | 2.2k words + comments
7: Oddly calm | 2.1k words + comments
8: Wake up, wake up, wake up! | 1.4k words
9: Difference instances | 2.7k words + comments
10: I have wanted this for so long | 2.1k words + comments
11: Rushed and frantic and diagonal | 1.1k words + comments
12: I can’t stay here until I find both of you together | 260 words + comments
13: Once I eat you heart, you’re mine forever | 500 words + comments
14: This is it | 560 words + comments
if you would like to interact with this story as a commenter in the forum, leave your comment or send and ask for the appropriate chapter with a /f/ to signal to me that that’s your intention. your username will be your forum username; anons will need to make up a username or i’ll randomly generate one. as a forum commenter you cannot interact with the // narrator’s thoughts and feelings //, only what’s given within the forum itself. although the story is over, you are still welcome to leave comments!
do: doubt the narration, ask questions, challenge ideas, sow seeds of disbelief
don’t: try to write any lore that hasn’t been established (unless you wanna be shot down on purpose)
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Pairing: Yoonmin x Reader
Word Count: 6,402
Genre & Warnings: Angst, Fluff, explicit smut. Nongraphic and very brief mentions of past abuse and abandonment. Foster care (I feel like that disgusting system is a whole warning in itself).
Notes: Next chapter is Yoongi’s POV
Months pass quickly as the three of you begin to find a new rhythm, slowly figuring out how to balance things a little better. Not to say that things are perfect; you still feel like the odd one out at times. Yoongi has gotten better about including you, but you still feel like you’ll always come second to Jimin no matter what. It hurts, but the raw pain you’d felt before has simmered down enough for you to accept that this is the way it’s going to be if you want to keep Yoongi in your life.
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can anyone send/recommend me some ot7x reader, yoonmin x reader, jimin x reader, yoongi x reader fanfictions??😭 it can be ongoing, or one shot!! But i can’t find anything good, or i’ve read them.. and i desperately need new ones!! thank you so much<3