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death valley (m) | part 0

summary: this town is wasted & alone. but we are alive, here in death valley, but don’t take love off the table yet. cuz tonight is just fire alarms & losing you 

welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize 

pairing: ot7 x reader smut ft: drugdealer!jungkook x reader, rockstar!jimin x reader

genre: smut. thriller. eventual yandere. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 6.6k 

warnings: explicit & multiple smut scenes, rough sex (choking, hair-pulling, light scratching + spanking, tearing clothes, etc), penetrative sex, drug abuse, alcohol, manipulation & toxic behavior, guns, smoking, oral (f & m receiving), thigh riding, fighting/boxing, switch!jk, switch!reader, dom!jimin 

a/n: i absolutely loved writing this. it’s wild, hot, sexy, filthy, summer madness ugh. i hope you enjoy (im so nervous lol i poured my soul into the smut) inspired by the song death valley by fall out boy

part 0 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | finale (lite) | finale (dark) part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | series navi | masterlist |

It was scorching outside. You could hear muted sounds of a bass tuning as you wandered down the dark hallways of the record company that had offered you an internship.

“Here’s one of studios” Ahead of you, a chirpy representative was motioning into the tinted glass door. “They all look the same pretty much and oh!” He backed away as the door slid open.

You felt your breath escape you. A man emerged with such intense eyes you wouldn’t believe. He was dressed formally in a black collared shirt, partially unbuttoned, adorned with silver jewelry. You could see a tattoo begin under his small hoop earrings traveling onto his back, making your imagination run wild. He glanced at the rep and gave him an approving nod before turning. His eyes scanned you, nonchalant, taking more interest- much to your dismay -in the intern next to you. Kim Namjoon.

You had met Namjoon during orientation a few days ago. He was a nice guy, clearly passionate about music. He was also insanely well built, you couldn’t help watching the way his biceps would flex when he would work the soundboard.

Namjoon didn’t seem as in awe of the man who had emerged as you were, but you noticed the man take a pause to inspect his face closely. He then tilted his head quickly, his tongue rolling along the inside of his jawline as if he was annoyed somehow. A smirk played at his lips.

He didn’t bother exchanging any words, he brushed past you to walk in the other direction. You gulped.

“That was Min Yoongi! The head producer. He’s really good—he basically produces all of our artists songs.” The rest of the tour was numb to you, your mind was too caught up in that man’s face. His eyes were almost feline, enticing you. He might literally have been the most attractive man you had seen in your life. He looked so incredibly unbothered, but simultaneously precise. As if he was memorizing every detail of where he looked. Even through the split second you had met his eyes, you felt like he was able to see right through you.

“Y/n?” A hand waved in front of your face. You flinch slightly, returning to reality where Namjoon was sitting across a conference table from you. “Earth to Y/n”

“S..sorry. I just spaced out. What were you saying?” Namjoon smiled knowingly.

“I asked if you were free tonight.” He slid a flyer in your direction. On it in bold red lettering was: RM vs. JIN. Death Valley. 9 PM. “There’s this awesome local…hang out of sorts. I guess you could call it a club. It’s called Death Valley. A lot of the artists here hang out there too. They have fights and stuff every now and then…and there’s one tonight” You noticed him blushing slightly, “Anyway if you’re free. You should definitely come”

You picked up and examined the flyer. The lettering struck you as almost gothic. “Do I just meet you there? How does it work?” Namjoon shifted his weight.

“When you get there, just show them that flyer and they’ll take you where you need to go. You’ll find me don’t worry”

You had never really been to a fight before. But figuring from what Namjoon said about the label artists hanging out at the place regularly, you made the decision to dress yourself up a bit punk. You wore a red pencil skirt with a modest and fitting black top. Last minute you decided to grab a large leather jacket. 

The jacket had a funny story. You were a huge groupie back in the day, and one time at a concert, the lead singer of a band you really liked, Park Jimin, threw his jacket into the crowd, and luckily you caught it. 

You arrived at the address, the cold wind causing you to wrap your arms around yourself. It was quite a happening scene. Girls were dressed in stockings and chokers, smoking something or the other. You couldn’t tell. You saw a good amount of denim, flannel and jewelry. So it was this kind of scene. You mentally high fived yourself for bringing the jacket.

You walked up to the entrance, already able to hear the remnants of loud music. Was there a live band here? You wondered. The busser stopped you from going in.

“Name?” He asked gruffly. He had a cigarette poking out the side of his mouth, and his eyes were darkly lined. You clumsily reached into your purse and took out the flyer, handing it to him. “Hm” He eyed your figure, “Nice jacket. Down the back hall, second door on your left.”

Walking in, Death Valley seemed like any other dive bar. Groups of friend were drinking, smoking, laughing. The ambiance wasn’t too bad at all. Down the back hall. Your eyes scanned the area until you found what you were looking for.

“Nice jacket” You turned to see someone approaching you, drink in hand. He had faded greenish hair that somehow suited his doll like face. He had a twinkle in his eyes that you couldn’t quite decipher if it was him being high or ill-intentioned. Probably both.

“Thanks. I’ve been getting that a lot”

“We don’t get a lot of Park Jimin fans here these days. Are you new?” You nodded.

“Yeah, I’m here for the fight. My friend invited me. He’s expecting me so I better…” The boy put his arm around you casually and began leading you towards the back.

“Perfect, let me show you the way. The name is Taehyung by the way”

You let this Taehyung person lead you through the back hallway. It was barely lit. You followed him down a few flights of stairs until finally you arrived at another hallway. You felt goosebumps on your skin. This place looked insanely sketchy. There was dark graffiti loosely spread out across the walls. Second door on your left. Your eyes locked in on the beaten down door. Taehyung let you go, tugging your jacket so that it pulled off of your back.

“Hey!” You protested but he simply folded the jacket and handed it back to you.

“Trust me. You probably aren’t gonna wanna wear that in there” His eyes dropped to your chest and the back to you, licking his lips. “Come on jacket girl, let’s go have some fun”

You couldn’t even see anything when you opened the door. The strong scent of tobacco, weed, and so much else overwhelming your senses. Taehyung waved the fog from you and guided you through the crowd. There were way more people in here than upstairs. You quickly realized that this was somewhat of an arena. You gripped your jacket tightly as Taehyung held your arms, bringing you somewhere you could finally get some space.

“Who are you meeting? I can probably help you find them” He offered. His actions so far had been kind but something in your gut told you not to trust this guy.

“My colleague. Kim Namjoon. He said he would be easy to find” Taehyung burst out laughing.

“Kim Namjoon?” Taehyung chuckled darkly, “Damn…Joon brought a Park Jimin fan to the ring. What a fucking joke” He smirked meanly, “You’ll see him soon enough.” You heard a buzzer go off, prompting you to look towards the center of the arena, where a small boxing ring had been set up. The ring was torn and tattered, old yellow lights shining down to illuminate the space.  Your eyes widened as the two fighters entered the rink, sliding off their robes. There before you, shirtless, muscular, and with an angry gleam in his eyes, was Namjoon.

“What the fuck” You muttered in shock. You heard Taehyung giggle slightly at your reaction. You watched as the ref began the fight, cheers roared thunderously loud as Namjoon threw the first punch. Your focus shifted to his opponent. He was broad, also well built, and had a very handsome face. You watched as Namjoon’s fist slashed against his opponents almost perfect jawline. The two men hashed it out violently, the crowd wilding. You head a phone ring, becoming aware that Taehyung was on the phone.

“How much did you bet on him…doesn’t matter.” He paused, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.” He glanced at you and smiled inwardly, “Consider it done”.

You watched as the opponent, who based on the screams that surrounded you you deduced was Jin, floored Namjoon with a flip. You cringed at the sound of impact. The light was so bright, reflecting off of the ring. You were finding it harder and harder to keep your eyes open. You turned to Taehyung.

“I think I need some air. How do I get out of here?” Taehyung nodded his head in the direction of an exit. You thanked him quietly and wiggled your way through before you tumbled out the door. It wasn’t the way you had come in. It seemed to be some sort of additional private hall. You heard some voices, comforting you in that you were not completely alone.

Your curiosity got the better of you, and you followed the voices down the hallway until you arrived at another set of stairs. You peered over the ledge to see a few men standing around someone who sitting down on a chair.

“I thought you said you drugged him you fuck. Do you know how much we bet on Jin winning tonight?” You heard a loud slap, causing you to tremble slightly. “Scum. This is why I don’t like working with street rats” The voice sounded slightly familiar to you but you couldn’t quite place it.

The men exchanged a few more words that you couldn’t hear too well before the disappeared. You heard a door close, making you think that they must have left the building or something. You slowly crept down, checking the room to ensure the men had left. The boy on the chair remained still, head hanging down. You noticed suddenly that he was tied up, his waist to the chair, and his wrists together behind. He had blue highlights playing at the ends of his black wavy locks.

He looked up and met your eyes. His eyes were large, almost innocent—looking shocked at seeing you. He squirmed slightly, as your eyes landed on the cloth wrapped in his mouth. You set down your things and carefully ran over to help him. You bent over him, chest coming dangerously close to his face as you untied his mouth gag. It occurred to you that you could have just gone behind him. As soon as you undid the knot, you felt the boy take a deep breath. He was so close to you that you felt your skin tingle. You backed away, meeting his eyes.

“Sorry…I’ll…go around” You mumbled. He gulped and nodded, still not saying a word. You untied his wrists and waist. He still didn’t get up. “Are you okay?” You asked. He rubbed his wrists, red markings decorating them all over. “Shit you look hurt. Hold on” You grabbed your purse, rummaging for some ointment. “Here” You got on your knees before him, squeezed out some and grabbed his hand, rubbing it softly onto his scars. You noticed the tattoos on his fingers.

“How did you even get here?” He finally spoke.

“I just came out of the ring for some air…wandered a bit”

“No one knows about the back rooms. Who sent you?”

“Um…” You thought carefully, “T…taehyung? I think was his name”

“Of course” The boy muttered, pulling his hand away from you as you finished. He tilted your chin up towards him, bending down to look at you closer. “What’s your name?”

“Y/n” You pulled away from his touch, bending down to put the ointment back in your purse. You heard the boy groan.

“You look really hot like that.” His hand rested on the top of your head. “Bet you suck cock real good”

You scoffed. “I just fucking saved your ass and that’s what you have to say” You rose, brushing the dust off of your knees. The boy chuckled, running a hand back through his hair.

“How rude of me. Thank you. Wanna fuck?” You couldn’t help but grin at his forwardness. He pat his thigh, inviting you to sit. His thighs did look really delicious. 

“I don’t even know you”

“Exactly”

You shrugged. You weren’t sure if you were second hand high from all the smoke earlier, but the prospect of fucking this hot stranger didn’t seem so bad. You had a stressful day after all.

“Well I’m not sucking your dick on this dirty floor” You established, unzipping your tight skirt. He smirked as the garment dropped to the floor. You made your way into the boy’s lap as his hand immediately found your ass and squeezed.

“A hottie like you has no business in a place like this” He murmured, inhaling your scent as he ran his nose across your jaw. Your hands pressed his chest and you could feel his hard abs behind the fabric of his shirt. You rolled your hips slightly. The boy bit down on your top’s straps, and you watched as he tugged it down to get access to your chest. He ran his lips across every inch of your skin he had access to until he was barely away from kissing your lips.

“I’m Jungkook by the way” He whispered, watching you carefully as you squirmed. He kissed you softly once, testing the waters. He then gnawed at your bottom lip, sucking on it. You let your hands travel up until your were grasping his hair tightly as the kiss deepened. His hands gripped your hips, moving you back and forth on his thigh. He patted your ass, indicating that you get up slightly. 

He unzipped his jeans and you watched his cock pop out. He wasn’t the biggest you had seen, but he looked delicious nevertheless. He didn’t bother taking off the rest of his pants as you reached your hand down and began stroking him sensually.

You watched him as he stared down at your hands. You pumped him at a slow pace, letting your thumb roll over his tip. You let him go and brought your palm to his face.

“Lick” His eyes widened but he obeyed. He lapped at your palm until you were satisfied, then returned to stroking his cock.

“Damn okay. You’re a filthy little slut huh” You smirked. Jungkook grabbed your neck, letting his fingers climb up your jaw and tilt your face back. “You like it rough?”

You squeezed his cock extra tight, causing him to loosen his grip before shoving your own fingers in his mouth. He gagged and you grinned. “You couldn’t handle it” You teased. That ignited a spark in Jungkook’s eyes. You retracted your fingers and he pushed his mouth flush against yours, biting at you harshly. You moaned into him as he smacked your ass.

“Get the fuck on my cock right now” He growled. You grinned, more than happy to indulge him. You raised your hips, shifting your panties aside. Jungkook watched as his tip made contact with your moistening folds. He exhaled shakily as you sunk down on him. “Holy fuck…fuck…fuck” He whimpered, holding you tight.

You grabbed the back of his neck, letting your nails dig into him a little. Jungkook raised your hips, watching as his cock emerged in sight, now sticky and covered with your slick. He guided you back down, but you needed more. You slapped his hands away, tightening your grip on his neck, pulling his hair slightly as you began to ride him as fast as you could. You rolled your hips, bouncing yourself on him with as much strength as you could conjure, letting his cock dig deeper and deeper inside you each time. Jungkook cursed loudly, smacking your ass repeatedly as the pleasure began to overwhelm him.

“You love that don’t you” He muttered, letting his fingers trace up and down your back as you continued to ride him. “Pretty little slut, riding my cock like this…thats right baby…”

You could feel your core tighten at his words as your mind urged to go faster, feeling the brink of your pleasure approach. You whined loudly, burying your face into his neck as you pushed your hips to bounce even faster. You felt hot and feverish, the smell of sex overtaking the room. You felt the waistline of Jungkook’s jeans brush against your ass.

You felt a surge of wetness, the realization of how obscene your actions were turning you on beyond reason. You continued to ride the fully clothed stranger beneath you, biting into his neck.

“Fuck you’re hot” He groaned as the friction on his cock became even tighter. “Fucking away on my big cock like a toy. So fucking desperate…fuck…” He suddenly brought his hands to your hair and tugged your head back harshly. Your neck strained and you winced at the pain.

“Ahhh Jungkook” You squealed, enjoying his actions more than you anticipated. He took the opportunity to kiss your breasts over your clothes, latching on and biting at your nipples over the fabric. The stain of his saliva was evident on your top but you didn’t care. He tugged your hair back again, before letting go suddenly so that your head whipped back up.

He leaned back, slapping your thigh, “Come on baby…cum on me…cum on my big cock like the slut you are…want to see how fucking pretty you look when you cum” You felt your legs getting tired but your orgasm was so incredibly close. Junkook slapped you again, giving you the last bit of motivation to thrust down on him with everything you had, pushing you over the edge.

You yelped out, your voice echoing in the abandoned room, pussy leaking all over Jungkook messily. He watched in amazement as your cunt swallowed him in tightly, your hot walls milking him out.

“Fuckkkk yesss. Just like that baby” Jungkook let go of you, letting his hands fall to his sides limply as you continued to ride our your high.

You bounced on him while he sat back and watched you, a big michevious smile plastered on his lips. “Get on your knees” He growled. Forgetting your earlier protest, you slowly raised yourself off of him and dropped to the ground, knees scraping against the dirty concrete floor. Jungkook widened his legs, leaning forward to stroke his cock as he wiggled it in front of you.

He watched as he rolled his tip across your whole face, circling your lips. You stuck your tongue out, letting himself rub up against it. He jerked himself aggressively and the next thing you knew your eyes flew shut as he cried out in pleasure. His hot seed splattering all over your fucked out face.

You were both panting, completely spent and exhausted. Jungkook let his thumb trace your face, spreading his cum

“So pretty” He groaned kissing you, licking up remnants of his own cum from your lips. He cupped your face suddenly, deepening the kiss, pulling you back into his lap. He pushed your hair away from your face and took a look at you.

“Can I get your number?” You asked him softly, suddenly feeling shy after the aggressive display you had just put on for this stranger. You felt him smile against you.

“No” He grinned, patting your cheek, “But trust me, if you want to find me you’ll be able to” He pushed you off of him and finally got up, stretching his arms to crack his shoulders.

You found your skirt and dressed yourself back up. Jungkook suddenly zeroed in on you as you slid on your jacket. His eyes narrowed.

“Who are you really? Where did you get that jacket?” You tilted your head curiously. What was the big deal about your jacket? “Is this a fucking set up?”

“What…no…I?” You suddenly felt a hand around you from behind and a knife pressed up against your neck.

“Don’t move” Through the side of your vision you see a gloved hand pull a gun out. Your blood runs cold. Jungkook raises his arms slowly. “Get back in the fucking chair you piece of shit” The man behind you growled, “You’re not going anywhere till we get our fucking money back”

You clenched your eyes shut, trembling as you heard the gloved man snicker. A gun shot rang out and you screamed, jumping into the man that held you. You slowly opened your eyes and relief flushed you as you saw that Jungkook was not shot.

The look on his face was of pure fear and slowly you felt the body behind you go absolutely cold, dropping to the floor.  You turned around and you entire body froze.

Standing right there was Park Jimin. The Park Jimin. Holding a gun.

You dropped to the floor, blacking out completely.

-

When you woke up the next morning, you found yourself in your own apartment, in your own bed. You rubbed your eyes, not understanding how you ended up here.

You were still in the clothes from last night, but you couldn’t find your jacket. You checked your phone, head pounding in confusion.

Kim Namjoon - 3 missed calls

You sighed. You were going to have to explain to Namjoon why you missed out on watching his fight. You wondered who ended up winning. You decided to google it. Strangely enough, no results came up. Death Valley was listed as a local bar and nothing more.

You arrived at work, head still stinging from earlier. Today was your first day working in the studio. Namjoon met you in the lobby.

“Y/n! Hey!” He walked up to you eagerly, “I couldn’t find you after the” He looked around carefully “after last night, I got a bit…caught up…I’m so sorry. Did you have fun?”

“When were you gonna tell me you were this RM fellow?” You laughed, hitting him playfully. Namjoon grinned eagerly. He was cute, you could tell he was excited to explain.

“Yeah. I do some fighting on the side to make quick money. I actually really wanna be an artist here one day, but I can’t afford any studio time yet.” Namjoon gets a dreamy look in his eyes, “I wanna be a rockstar”.

At that moment, you heard a loud amount of chattering, accompanies with shuttering camera clicks and faint screams. You and Namjoon both turned to see security guiding someone in, pushing away fans and paparazzi. The man who walked in was wearing sunglasses, and had a hat on to remain inconspicuous.

From the other end of the lobby you see Min Yoongi, looking just as amazing, if not more, clipboard in hand, walking towards him. The two men fist bumped and you watched as the man finally removed his sunglasses, handing it to one of the assistants surrounding him.

You chuckled ironically back at Namjoon once you recognized the man, “Like Park Jimin?” Namjoon pursed his lips, glaring at the singer and he followed Min Yoongi towards the studio.

“Yeah. Like Park Jimin”

-

You were in the studio, playing around with the soundboard before the session began. You giggled as you played back a track and warped the pitch. The studio door swung open.

“Hi! Y/n right?” He reached out to shake your hand. You rose and accepted it politely. “My name is Hoseok, you can call me Hobi. I’m a songwriter and junior producer” He motioned towards the soundboard, and you both took a seat.

“So tell me about yourself! What made you want to get into music production?”

“I’ve always been somewhat of a groupie growing up. I used to be really into a band…” You paused, “Well I guess funny enough I was a big Park Jimin fan back in the day.”

Hobi chuckled, “How interesting. He only recently signed with us. That’s what we’ll be working on today. Although quite honestly I’m a bit worried since he hasn’t worked on music in a while”

You nodded, “Yeah that’s what I thought. I heard he had sort of gone off the deep end, with drugs and all that” You realized you were talking shit about a client, “Um…I mean that’s probably not true”

“No that sounds about right. It happens to young stars so easily. They get caught up in the money, the sex, the drugs…the power” He trailed off. “Get some damn good songs out of it though” You laughed.

“Jimin should be here any second” Hobi looked at his watch.

You leaned back in your chair, embracing the silence and trying to gather yourself. You thought back to the previous evenings events. Was that really Park Jimin’s face you had seen, holding the gun? There was no way. There was absolutely no way.

The universe was really testing you today wasn’t it.

“Hi there!” Your eyes opened to see the big star himself, “Sorry I’m late” He reached a hand out but you simply stared at him, blinking in disbelief. He giggled, “I guess you know who I am…Miss Y/n”

“How do you know my name?” You asked. Jimin sat on the couch behind you and Hobi, prompting the both of you to swing around and face him.

He bit his lip, preventing a smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know” He whispered just loud enough for you to hear. Hobi cleared his throat.

“Alright team.” Hobi reached into his bag and pulled out a bag of weed. “I’ll roll. Let’s make some fucking music”

You honestly had never had so much fun at a job in your whole life. The three of you got higher than a mountaintop before beginning to mess around with instruments. Hobi had a bass in his lap, playing around with some tunes while Jimin was a giggling mess, letting his fingers slide across the synth. You don’t know when you ended up on the couch besides him, letting him show you the chords he played.

Jimin turned to look at you, “Mmm…” His hand slid under your skirt, “Something about a girl stealing your jacket like she stole your heart” He squeezed your thigh. Hobi mumbled in agreement, scribbling something on his notepad. “I want snacks” Jimin pouted, “Hobi can we get food? I bet Y/n is hungry too”

Hobi decided to go drive out and pick up lunch from someplace, leaving you and Jimin alone in the studio. As if there was a light switch, Jimin’s giggles and flirting ceased, replaced instead with a more serious and intimidating aura.

“What do you remember?” He asked sternly. So it really was him.

“I…” You weren’t sure if you should play dumb or not. There was a chance that you had seen him shoot someone. Which would make you a liability to him. What if he shot you too? No. You needed to calm down. Breathe. “I’m sorry?” You feigned innocence.

“Do you remember Jeon Jungkook?”

Jeon Jungkook huh. Okay. “Yes. I hooked up with him, but I don’t remember anything else” Jimin peered at you for a while. You met his gaze right back.

As a student, you had posters of young Park Jimin all over your room. You and your friends would dress up all cute to go to his concerts, saving up from your part time jobs to get front row tickets. Eventually his crew and bandmates began to recognize you all. You’d get invited to gatherings, that’s where you first tried alcohol, you even slept with one of his crew members once. Eventually the phase died out, but here you were, staring into the eyes of your idol.

You felt dizzy. It was too unreal.

Jimin finally exhaled, smiling once again. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny plastic pouch. You could see some white powder in it. You gulped.

“Wanna try?” He winked at you. You nodded slowly, your mind immediately questioning your judgement. You couldn’t exactly think of why doing this was a bad idea. Jimin opened the pouch carefully. He tilted his neck and poured a small line on it. He smirked at you. “Go ahead baby girl. Snort it” You were weak in the knees, trembling. You slowly scooted closer to him, your heart race speeding the close your got. You could smell him, god he smelled like heaven. You shut your eyes and snorted the powder, coughing out immediately. Jimin laughed as you wiped your nose. “Cute. My turn” You tilted your neck but he tutted, “Not there baby girl,” He reached over to your collar. He suddenly yanked down causing a good majority of your buttons to tear off, revealing your chest and the black bra you wore underneath.

“Rightttt hereee” Jimin traced a line down your chest. “Is that okay with you?” He kept his finger planted, hot on your skin.

“Yes” You worried you sounded too eager, but Jimin did not seem to notice. He helped you lay back on the couch. He poured out his line, leaning down from between your legs, using his elbows to hover above you. You tilted your head up, watching as he took a moment to simply stare at your chest. He pushed the fabric of your shirt aside and traced the outline of your bra, making you squirm. You let out a soft moan that did not go unnoticed. Once satisfied, he plugged his nose and snorted the line off of you. He inhaled the drug deeply, shaking his head and grinning widely. He wiped his nose on his sleeve before lowering himself back onto you. He licked a stripe, cleaning up any remaining powder on you. He simply hovered above you for a while, toying with your bra, watching you as he teased his fingers—occasionally slipping them under the pads. He slowly pushed the cups up off of your beasts.

He watched you intensely as he ran his tongue around your nipple. “Do you mind if I do this?” He asked almost in a cooing way, as if you didn’t know exactly what his intentions were. “Can I suck it baby girl?” You nodded dumbly. Jimin’s mouth engulfed your breast, lathering up the flesh with his tongue before releasing it was a pop. He brought his finger to pinch the wet bud, rolling it between his fingers.

“Jimin” You gasped, arching your back as pleasure shot through your veins. Jimin stopped suddenly.

He dragged you off of the couch, pulling you to your feet and pressed you back against the studio wall. The impact caused a few pieces of equipment to tumble over but he didn’t care. He stroked your jaw as he pressed his hardening cock into your stomach. “Do you feel that baby girl?” He snickered, “What are you gonna do about it? Are you gonna be a good girl and take care of daddy?” You whined, nodding quickly, throwing upper arms around his neck to pull yourself closer into him. “You gonna let daddy have his way with you?”

“Yes” Your whole body was shaking in anticipation. Jimin toyed with your waistline until he was able to drag your skirt off. He circled your waist, tightly grabbing your hips before he turns you around. He walks over the the coffee table, where all the weed, notepads, crumpled papers had piled up. He took his arm in one full sweep and cleared the table, not missing a beat as he pulled you harshly so that you fell back on the table. You spread your legs for him as he grabbed your panties and tore them off of your body.

You watched him unbuckle his pants. Jimin got down on his knees and pulled your thighs towards him so that he could shove his face between your legs. You bucked your hips as his nose brushed against your clit. He places soft kisses along your inner thighs and watches as your pussy squelches, desperate to be filled. He pulls his cock out, making his way on top of you. He takes on hand to harshly grab your jaw, turning your face to the side, the other to line his cock up with your entrance.

“C…condom” You whined. You felt his fingers tighten.

“You’re not on birth control?” He asked through gritted teeth. He sinks into you, his arms grabbing your thighs to pull your legs as far apart as he could. You felt your muscles ache and you cried out. “You better get on it, because I’m gonna be fucking you every chance I get. And I don’t wanna pull out next time. You understand baby girl?” You nod, “Say it” He growled, thrusting into you harshly. You yelped as you felt his thickness fill you to the brim, the stretch feeling so incredibly right.

“Yes…daddy” You managed to speak. Jimin stared at you, stilling just a moment before thrusting into you once again.

“I love that fuck…you’re so tight baby girl. Keep talking. Keep telling daddy how much you love it” Jimin pounded into you. You could feel the table underneath you wobble, the vibrations causing chaos around you as more equipment began to fall out of place and make a mess everywhere.

“So good daddy. I want more…” You moaned as Jimin picked up his pace, “More….more…more daddy more” Your face was flushed with heat and your pussy was drenched. You suddenly screamed out as you felt yourself hit your peak, a wave of dizzy ecstasy washing over every nerve in your body. Your pussy throbbed.

“Mmm yes…being such a good little…fuck…little cock sleeve for daddy hm?” The table creaked loudly and Jimin’s movement became harsher. He let his hips rise far enough so that his cock barely slips out before pounding right back into you over and over again.

You suddenly feel yourself falling as the table beneath you breaks. Jimin growls in annoyance, pulling out of you to stand up.

He doesn’t even bother helping you out of the rubble, instead just points at the soundboard. “Bend over. Let me take you from behind” He snapped his fingers. You furrowed your eyebrows. He was acting as if he fucking owned you, and you didn’t like that. You didn’t know why you weren’t resisting him, you usually played rough, but Jimin had you mute and submissive. A part of you hated yourself for it, a part of you loved it.

You leaned over as told, the buttons of the soundboard painfully pressing into your front. Jimin didn’t held as he held your face down. You winced at the pain, and Jimin fit his cock back inside you. He moaned out, clearly enjoying himself. You maybe not so much anymore. You were drooling over the expensive equipment your body getting scratched up all over as Jimin pounded you from behind.

“It hurts…” You whined, your eyes clenched shut to shield contact from the buttons under your face.

“Like I give a fuck” Jimin laughed, nevertheless he pulled out and let you get up off of the soundboard. You rand your fingers over your face, feeling the harsh imprints. Jimin grabbed your shoulders and pushed you down to your knees. “Suck me off baby. I’m almost done” He put his hand in your hair, pushing your face towards his cock. Your mouth opened just in time and you squealed in surprise as Jimin pushed himself deep down your throat. You gagged, but Jimin continued to push your head into him, thrusting into you. He tilted his head back and groaned loudly.

“Fuckkkk….so fucking close…” He muttered, more to himself than anything. He continued pumping your throat, not even noticing the tears running down your face as you found yourself barely able to breathe.

Finally he came, choking your further as his cum shot straight down your throat. It took all of you to not bite down on his dick as he pulled out. He let out a deep sigh and then looked down at you. You realized how pathetic you must have looked just then. In a destroyed studio room , clothes torn, scratched up on the floor in front of him. He grinned.

“Good.” He reached for his wallet and pulled out a black card, handing it to you. You took it reluctantly. “Be ready with protection next time okay?” He glanced around the room, “Tell Hobi I went home, and uh, you better clean this all up”

You scoffed as Jimin pulled his pants back on and headed towards the door.

“You’re just leaving?”

Jimin looked back at you, slight tinge of condescence in his eyes. “Card’s yours. Deal with it” He shrugged, walking out.

You looked at the card he handed you. It was a credit card. You gulped, realizing the implications of his action.

So that’s how it was gonna be then.

-

Your shirt was ruined, and you had no idea what to do. You decided to sneak into the stylists office to see if there was something you could make use of for the time being. You shield your chest with your arms and carefully crept outside the studio. No one was in the hallway. You quickly made your way down. The stylists office was in sight, and you had almost made it but just as you approached the door the door swung open, and you found yourself crashing straight into the God himself, Min Yoongi.

And you thought your day couldn’t get worse.

“Shit. Sorr—“ Yoongi’s voice fell flat. He noticed your disheveled state and his eyes widened. He took your wrist and pulled you inside. Without saying anything he began unbuttoning his own shirt. You felt your lungs constrict.

He was wearing a t-shirt beneath it, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed. He pulled the shirt off and handed it to you.

“Wear this” You took the shirt, thanking him and he turned away to give you privacy. What a nice guy. You thought, much contrast to his standoffish vibe you got the first time you saw him. You couldn’t stop ogling at him though, the way his chains looked across his sculpted neck, his intense, gorgeous eyes.

“I…I’m good now” You said. You tried tucking the oversized shirt into your skirt. Yoongi turned back around. “Thank you sir”

“Don’t mention it” He didn’t smile, he didn’t frown. He simply left you there, absolutely flustered.

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a/n: will be smut w every member, the beginning has slight jimin emphasis but its an ot7 fic all the way. basically this just sets the background for the gang!au stuff starting in “part “. 

why did jimin shoot that guy? why was jungkook afraid of jimin? why is kim namjoon so fricking cute? why was jungkook supposed to drug namjoon? what was taehyung’s phonecall about? stay tuned :) 

nexus (m) | part 1

pairing: ot7 x reader smut ft: namjoon x reader

genre: smut, thriller, slow burn, casino!au elite!au gang/organized crime!au, childhoodfriends-to-lovers, enemies-to-lovers, strangers-to-lovers

premise: a notorious casino conglomerate took you in when you were young. you practically grew up alongside their sons; inseparable from the oldest, infatuated with the middle, and now engaged to the youngest. but when you’re suddenly being framed for a murder you did not commit, you start to question truth about your life. the truth about the people you swore your loyalty to, and the extent they’ll go to keep it

summary: the youngest Kim heir returns home to get engaged. what was supposed to be a trip of celebrations quickly turns south when he finds his older brother dead

wc: 6k

warnings: explicit smut; reader discretion is advised; rough sex, manipulation, coersion, virginity loss, angst, hurt, comfort, cum facial, brief oral, dumbification, breast play, praise, unprotected sex, lack of after care, coping mechanisms, alcohol, subtle references to gambling, toxic behaviors (namjoon is an ~asshole~), heavy sexual tension, nudity, mention of character death, mentions of chronic disease, family conflict, descriptions of anxiety/panic attacks*please dont read if this triggers you!*, references to drugs, hospitals, police/cops, cursing, seokjin is fucking sexy as fuck holy fuck

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a/n: HI BABES. omg this one BURNS baby. like fuck, if you aren't thirsting for the Kim boys after this one,,,,,just buckle up ;) hope you enjoy <3

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⟶ many years ago ⟵

Tilting his neck, Namjoon let out a heaving sigh. The whiskey glass rolling in his palm as he leaned against the railing. The balcony overlooked the gardens where he had grown up. Taking a sip, he let the bitter liquid roll in his mouth. Remembering days far more peaceful, more innocent. When he would sit upon the stone benches, reading a hefty novel—something his mother would have given him, while you and Jin would play cards in the grass, and Taehyung would watch excitedly.

It always irritated Namjoon. The way baby Taehyung would trail you like a lost lamb, eyes wide and cheeks full, latching onto you whenever he could. Always such a fucking brat, Namjoon thought to himself, he would come running up to him and Jin—ultimately succeeding in dragging Jin into his shenanigans because Jin always had a soft spot for the young boy. Hyung, is Y/n a princess? It made Namjoon want to gouge his eyes out on the spot but Jin had simply smiled, crouching down to ruffle his hair. Yes she is. She’s our princess. And hence, the nickname stuck.

It was pretty accurate. You were royally spoilt as far as he was concerned. For as much resentment as Namjoon had for his older brother, he equally held it for you. You weren’t even family, and yet his own mother doted on you far more than he.

And now she was gone. His whole life all he wanted was to get the respect, the status he deserved. He was smarter than his brothers, more ambitious, more worthy. All he wanted was for her to say it. To see that he deserved to be head of the family. But it was too late.

He could hear you walk in. He knew you were too fucking scared of him to actually announce your presence. He scowled, setting his glass down.

“You’re not allowed in here”

“Don’t be like that” He heard your footsteps nearing, “Not today,” He flinched as your hand landed on his arm, “Let me be there for you today”

“Get out. I don’t need you.” He paused, before bitterly adding “None of us do”

You sighed, expecting his harsh words, “Namjoon, what if I need you?”

Namjoon faced you finally, eyebrows raised at your statement. His heart clenched, seeing the tears spilt down your cheeks. He stiffened, unsure how to proceed. He was certain he didn’t care about you and yet, he was a sucker for your tears. You knew he was.

“Stop” He warned, stepping towards you, “Stop fucking crying” His fists clenched tightly, nails digging into his palms. Blood boiling inside as your tears continued to flow freely. You buried your face into his chest, soft sobs leaving your lips as you broke down.

Namjoon looked at you, arms away from your body as though he was unsure if he should even touch you. If you would break into pieces if he did. You gripped onto his shirt for dear life, soaking through the fabric. Sighing, Namjoon let his hands rest awkwardly on your shoulders.

Truth be told, there were tears in his own eyes. But he didn’t want you to see. Didn’t want anyone to see because, he didn’t cry. He wasn’t weak. Things didn’t matter to him, especially not the death of that God-forsaken mother of his.

Lies. Today, even Namjoon couldn’t bring himself to believe it. His mother was gone. Dead. She had fought a long battle with cancer, but even despite having access to the best doctors and facilities, her fate had been sealed. The death of his mother made a lot of people very happy, and some people sad, but Namjoon was fucking angry. Because his mother dying meant he could no longer prove himself to her. It meant she couldn’t change her will. It mean Jin was getting everything that he deserved.

He wanted Jin to hurt. He wanted to destroy him, he always had but especially now. As you cried in his arms, a small grin tugged at his face. He knew that his brother considered you his world. That his brother would do just about anything for you.

So just imagine what he would do, if Namjoon got to have you like Jin never could. No matter what power Jin held in the family now, Jin could never say that he took your virginity, not if Namjoon did it first. Hurting you—breaking you—would break him.

And fuck if that thought alone didn’t make him hard.

“Look at me” Namjoon forced himself to sound softer. To play at your heart strings. You blinked, looking adorable pressed up against him. He wiped your tears with his thumb, smiling at you. He knew you wanted this. He had heard time and time again the way you’d play with yourself, chanting his name when you thought no one was listening.

He knew he could get you to do anything.

And he did, sliding his lips onto yours, he didn’t offer you a space to question him as he lifted you by the waist, setting you onto the edge of the balcony.

You melted into his touch, he could tell you didn’t have much experience but he didn’t mind. It excited him. The thought that he could tarnish you—ruin you.

He wasn’t about to ask you what you wanted. Taking on the momentum of your confusion he lifted you up, carrying you easily back towards his bed where he laid you down sweetly.

He didn’t want to be so careful, he would have preferred to slam you against a wall, legs around his waist and pump his thick cum deep inside you while choking your neck until you couldn’t breath, but—that wouldn’t work on you. You were soft. You were in love with him.

Whatever the fuck that meant.

Namjoon was smart enough to know what you wanted to hear. You were vulnerable, you were sad, and frankly so was he. So today he would pretend, for your sake—for his own sake.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that” Your face lit up, allowing Namjoon to climb over you, carefully unzipping the back of your dress while he nuzzled against your neck. “You’re so fucking pretty, you know that?”

“W-what, Namjoon I—”

“Ssh” Pulling off your dress, Namjoon took a moment to admire your body. He always thought it was funny that his family’s money was used on your things—your clothes, your underwear.

Technically, in a way, he owned you.

He knelt down to meet your lips again. You were evidently getting the hang of it, finally gathering the courage to move your hands and cup his face. He deepened the kiss, tasting the sweet gloss on your lips before pushing his tongue inside to tangle with your own.

Breaking the kiss, you were panting heavily, “Wait, just” You held your hand against his chest, stopping him from diving back in for more. “Slow down…it’s my f-first time”

I know. “Oh,” Namjoon feigned ignorance, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize” He got up, pretending as though he took your words as a rejection because he knew you would—

“Don’t go” Your voice was pleading, eyes wide and quivering. You lay in nothing but your bra and panties, waiting patiently for him to fuck you into oblivion. Good fucking girl.

“Are you sure baby?” Namjoon traced the inside of your thighs, tickling the plush skin and you twitched. “You want this. You do, don’t you?” He kissed the top of your knee, “You love me, right?”

“O-of course” You gasped as Namjoon’s lips trailed up your leg. Each kiss resounding, he took his time, savoring your whimpers. He wanted you to burn for him, to surrender to him completely.

He found your lips once again, hands hovering over your bra when he looked at you, “May I?” Internally, he groaned. He would have torn the damn thing off with his teeth by now.

You nodded, unsure exactly what was happening but you would find out real soon, as Namjoon unclipped your bra, licking his lips as he tossed it aside.

“Can you?” You mumbled, reaching for his collar, “I-I mean, y-your shirt is still on”

Namjoon smirked, straightening himself to unbutton his own shirt. He enjoyed the way your eyes widened, seeing his body up close.

“Undo my belt” He instructed. You nodded rapidly, reaching for the designer piece, fumbling it in your shaking hands. Namjoon’s own, larger ones covering them to guide you until you clicked the belt off, unzipping his trousers so he could kick them off along with his boxers.

“Oh wow” Your voice cracked, watching as his long, thick length popped out. He stroked it a few times, warming himself up. You widened your thighs, your whole body shaking in anticipation.

“You love me,” Namjoon reminded you as he yanked down your panties, “So you’d do anything for me right?”

“Yeah”

“This is gonna hurt” He confessed, fitting his tip at your entrance. “But you’re gonna let me do this, because it’ll make the pain go away, and I need that” His palm brushed against your cheek, “I need you. Like you said.” Steadying your hips, he pushed into you slowly. You hissed at the intrusion, an odd, painful feeling boiling in your core.

“Namjoon—” You reached for him as he growled, you were so fucking tight, he could barely get in. Pushing your thighs out more, you winced in pain but he didn’t care. “Namjoon, ow, wait—”

Shut the fuck up, Namjoon wanted to scream. Instead he took a deep breath, halting his advances and looking at you.

“I love you, Y/n” The lie left his mouth easily, no guilt coming with it. He could see you blush, you tried to suppress the smile on your face but you simply couldn’t. It was everything you ever wanted. What a fucking idiot. “I always have…I’ve just been too scared to admit it…I thought you would reject me”

You laughed weakly, reaching for his arm, “I would never reject you Namjoon,”

“Really?” His eyes perked, taking the opportunity to push in a little deeper. “I wanna fuck you hard, will you let me do that?”

He could see the conflict in your eyes. The part of you wanting to give him everything fighting against the pain in your body screaming for you to stop.

“Yeah”

“Once I start, I might not be able to stop, so you’re sure?”

“I am” You nodded, “Do whatever you need, I’m yours”

Namjoon’s eyes darkened suddenly. A greedy grin growing on his face. Hooking your thighs in his elbows, he tilted you up at an angle before dragging his length out.

And then he slammed into you.

And you screamed.

Which only made him go faster. Blood trickled onto the silk sheets but Namjoon was effectively gone. Your cunt was so fucking sweet, so tight around him, so warm, and fuck he couldn’t stop.

“You’re doing so good” He grumbled, burying his face into your chest as he pounded on, smacking his hips against yours. “Feel so fucking good babygirl”

Your pussy clenched at the praise, and Namjoon could feel it, “Yeah? You’re such a good girl for me aren’t you?” He nipped at your jaw, dropping your legs so he could squeeze at your breasts. Thumb circling around your taught nipples, light circles driving you into a frenzy.

You moaned loudly, making Namjoon pinch at you, his wet lips now sucking into your neck. Cupping underneath your breasts he pushed them together, meeting your gaze briefly before slobbering his mouth and tongue all over them.

“Oh f-fuckk”

Your face was dumbed out in pleasure, lips parted wide as Namjoon fit his mouth over your left breast, hand molesting the other. He sucked down harshly, tongue swirling and flicking all over your skin, the wetness growing between your legs making it easier for him to fuck into you. The soft squelching noise dizzying, making you embarrassed.

“Fuck, these tits” He groaned, switching sides, “Such pretty fucking tits”

“I feel g-good” You arched your back, “Feel so good Joon—”

Namjoon parted from your breasts, a line of saliva dripping from his swollen lips. He grinned, wiping it away before kissing you roughly. Fisting your hair and he fucked deeper and deeper into you.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, finally adjusting to his size and pace. It was feverish, animalistic. He sucked at your neck, your jaw, back on your lips, all over your face, he simply couldn’t get enough.

“Such a good girl for me, fuck, babygirl I need to pull out soon” You whined at the prospect of feeling empty, “Can’t have you getting pregnant” He muttered. No way in hell. “M’gonna cum in your mouth okay, you’re gonna open real wide for me, aren’t you?”

You nodded, too fucked out to comprehend anything. Namjoon pulled out, stroking his slick length as he yanked your head up—pushing your lips open with his fingers before shoving his cock deep down your throat.

Gagging, tears fell from your eyes as Namjoon pulled and pushed your mouth over his cock, fucking down your throat until he burst inside—his cum making you choke as he pulled out, drops landing on your lips.

“Swallow it”

You did. Namjoon sighed in relief, wiping the remnants from your lips with the swipe of his thumb, tugging at them playfully before pushing his thumb in your mouth. Like a braindead bitch, you sucked on it.

If only his mother could see you now.

Right away, he began to dress himself again, while you lay back in awe of the events that had just transpired.

“Joon—” You called as you noticed him getting ready to leave. He rolled his eyes, turning to you impatiently. “Wait, a-are you leaving? Aren’t we supposed to like,” Your voice went quiet, “C-cuddle,”

He scoffed meanly, making you tense. “You’re so fucking dumb, Y/n.”

You sat up, grabbing your dress and attempting to cover yourself, “What?”

Namjoon gave you an uninterested look, “Do you really think I meant any of that?”

Your heart dropped. A nasty feeling piled in your throat. You felt like you could puke—you were going to puke.

“Namjoon, no—y-you’re lying, you’re just scared, a-and hurt”

He stood up, making his way to the door, “Maybe you’re right” He smirked one final time, scanning how pathetic you looked in that moment, and then he was gone.

You gasped for air, the weight of his actions—his words finally settling in. Heaving, you rushed to his bathroom, falling to your knees in front of the toilet as you gagged, wanting to rid yourself of him in any way you could. Your arms curled over your body, attempting to gain some comfort. Loud sobs leaving your lips.

Your mind instantly went to Jin. How were you supposed to face him? You could never tell him what happened, couldn’t bear to think how he might react.

If Jin got upset with you—you weren’t sure you could handle it. And if he didn’t, he would fight with Namjoon. You couldn’t be the reason this family falls apart. For the first time in your life, you had to keep a secret from Jin.

It was moments like this where you’d miss Taehyung. The little boy who thought you were a princess. Whoever he might be now, wherever. He had always brought you comfort. Pure, innocent comfort. How could he have missed his mother’s funeral? Anger surged within you.

Getting dressed carefully, you left Namjoon’s room—wanting to go sink into your own bathtub and wash the memories away. You had no idea where he went, you no longer cared. Arriving in your bedroom, you grabbed your cellphone from your dresser.

“What is it princess?” Jin’s voice was silk—comfort, and peace. You could hear the hint of concern, it was late after all.

You covered your mouth, a sudden surge of emotion prompting you to break down in tears once again. You couldn’t let him hear you cry, you couldn’t tell him what was wrong—you shouldn’t have called and yet, there was nothing that made more sense.

“What happened? Fuck, what’s wrong?” You hung up, bawling out into heavy tears. Slamming your fist against the bathroom floor as you screamed, begging for the pain to stop.

You had no idea how much time must have passed, hiding in your room, rocking yourself back and forth. Jin knocked softly at your door.

“Princess,”

No. You groaned, knowing if you looked Jin in the eye—you would fall apart all over again. You could hear him sigh. Guilt panging in your chest for making him worry.

“Please Y/n” He whispered, “Talk to me”

You didn’t respond.

Eventually, he left.

Jimin preferred the private practice life, largely due to the fact that he couldn’t stand how creepy hospitals were to him. He stared at his clipboard, flipping aimlessly through his patient notes. Well—one patient in particular.

“Dr. Park, please follow me”

A consultant, is what he would call himself—he didn’t work here. Perks of working with wealthy criminals was that he could get away just about anything, most of the time. Get away with doing anything he so pleased. Pursuing, hobbies for his own amusement.

A nurse greeted him politely. Following him, they walked through the dreary hospital walls.

“Any changes in behavior?” Jimin asked. The nurse shook his head, unlocking the door, allowing Jimin to step inside, leaving him with his patient.

The patient sat on the bed, facing the other wall. A pair of die in his palm, which he rolled around rapidly—anxiously. The room was bare, except for a small window towards the ceiling, allowing for bright sunlight to filter in.

“How are you feeling?” Jimin asked warmly, taking a seat next to his patient, flipping through his clipboard before scribbling down a few notes. The patient didn’t respond. “I’ve got your prescription refilled for you”

“There’s nothing wrong with me” The patient stated quietly. Jimin sighed, setting his clipboard on the bedside table.

“Mr. Kim, we’ve been over this. There is something wrong with you. That’s why I need you to keep taking these—you do want to see her again someday, don’t you?”

The patient solemnly watched as Jimin handed him a bottle of pills. Jimin had given him careful instructions to hide this medication from his nurses. To take it only at night, in the dark, when the cameras wouldn’t be able to catch him.

The patient gulped before nervously placing a pill in his mouth, gulping it down with a glass of water. Jimin grinned, patting his back.

“Good, I’ll see you next week”

Stepping out of the room, Jimin shuffled through his doctor’s coat, grabbing his cell phone, dialing a recent number.

Yeah?

“I’ve given him the pills. He won’t be getting out of here anytime soon”

Jin was hardly judgmental when it came to you. You would trust him with pretty much everything, your sexual escapades to your petty fights at school, your deepest thoughts and your darkest desires.

He’d treat every thought as though it was brilliant, considering even the dumbest confessions worthy of discussion. He would always take you seriously, even when he was wrapped up in his own obligations, his own life—the demands of being the new head of the family business, ever since his mother died.

You were confident about him, you faith never wavering. But then again, he had never actually seen you get railed with his own eyes. Until now.

The elevator ride was stuffy. Not a word left his mouth, his hoodie feeling warm around your freshly fucked body. You searched his eyes, trying to figure out what to expect—was he upset? Amused? Did he not care?

Making Jin angry was something you never, ever wanted to do. He was generally easy-going, a striking contrast to Namjoon who seemed to have a gold bar stuffed up his ass half the time. But you had seen him get angry once before. Just once. And it had been terrifying.

Jin brought you upstairs, his t-shirt drenched in sweat. Closing the door behind him, he tugged off his shirt—nothing you hadn’t seen before, except that this time you looked. You looked at the way his muscles flexed against his slim figure, his broad shoulders, licking your lips.

“Listen—”

“Namjoon wants you home by tomorrow morning” Unscrewing his bottle, he tilted it over his head, allowing the water to splash over his face, dripping down his jaw onto his chest. Setting the bottle aside. He glanced at his watch, vintage Rolex that looked stunning against his bare arm.

Gulping you nodded. Jin noticed the anxious look on your face, the way you folded your arms over your chest, fingers tapping against your elbow nervously. He grabbed a hand towel, rubbing against his neck. The silence grew heavy between you.

“Gonna shower” He announced, tossing the towel aside. “Join me?”

Your eyes widened, giving him a curious look. Jin and you had never crossed any lines. You made sure of it.

And yet, as you watched Jin disappear into the luxurious bathroom, the sound of the shower hitting your ears, you slowly began to undress. Piles of clothing dropping to the floor, leaving a trail behind you until you were leaning against the doorframe.

Inside, Jin was under the pour, steam covering his lower half and water drenching over his back. His hands pressed forward against the glass, eyes shut as he let the hot water hit him.

Fuck.

Nervously covering yourself however much you could, you slid the shower door open. Jin turned upon hearing you enter, moving to give you plenty of room—to keep himself away from your body.

He looked at you. You couldn’t quite decipher what his eyes were saying, but something was off. Different.

“Get in the water, it’ll help,” He backed away, keeping his eyes on yours as to not move them any lower. You had to respect his self-control. “With the stress”

You did. Closing your eyes you let the water cover you like a warm blanket, pounding against your muscles, relieving the ache from the rough sex you had just endured at the hands of Jungkook. Your lips parted, neck tilting to the side as you let your hands roam your body.

You could feel Jin’s eyes on you. Like a laser, burning through your skin. You knew he must have given in. That he was watching the way your hands went over your chest, around your neck, into your hair. You wondered what his hands would feel like instead. What his touch would feel like.

You tilted your neck, remembering how amazing it had felt when his fingers were tracing your skin the night before, touch searing against you to the point you wanted to simply unravel into dust before him.

This was who he was. He was touchy, flirtatious, an infamous playboy who had fucked half of your social circle and you had never wanted him. He had never wanted you—or at least that was what you believed.

He’d never use his tricks on you, you were his Ace. His partner in crime, and yet you found yourself weak in the knees, delirious, wanting to give yourself to him wordlessly. Wanting to let him do whatever he would with you, reduce you to a mere tally in his list.

Jin backed into a corner, leaning back as he waited patiently. His body growing cold. He stared at the ceiling, one hand tucked behind his head. The other reaching behind you to grab the shampoo bottle.

“This isn’t your brand” He complained, a light chuckle following, “You still wanna use it?” Your eyes opened to see what he was holding. Smiling, you nodded. He extended it towards you.

“Do you,” You began, unsure how to ask the question which weighed heavy on the tip of your tongue. “I mean,”

“Turn around” He read your mind. He always could.

Jin’s long fingers sank into your hair, caressing it gently, the pads reaching your scalp, soft and yet the movement giving you an overwhelming sense of ease. You arched into his touch, unconsciously moving closer until your back was barely away from his chest.

You could feel the heat of his presence on you, making your joints weak. Your heart throb. Your throat choke with pressure.

You couldn’t afford these feelings. Not now, after so many years of being strictly platonic, you had no idea what was happening to you, or why. You were marrying his brother. Even beyond that, it was never Jin you wanted. That mere realization was in part what had gotten you into the mess of the engagement you were in now.

Chairwoman Kim, Jin’s mother, had given you a choice…of sorts. Asking you which of her sons you wanted to marry. She had always been fond of you, always wanted you to feel empowered. Her only wish was that you truly be her daughter somehow.

But you should have known there was some sick twist to it all. The Kim’s had a crooked sense of humor, which often involved playing with people’s lives, playing their own words against them.

She gave you a choice. You chose Namjoon.

A crush some would say. For you he was a dream. Someone so unattainable you couldn’t help but yearn for him. Especially in rare moments you had to yourself, hand underneath the satin of your pajama shorts as you’d mumble his name into your pillow. Grinding your hips frantically, wanting nothing more than his second glance. A second of his thoughts. A moment spared.

When Chairwoman told Namjoon he hadn’t reacted much at all, he had simply asked you one question: Don’t you love hyung?

You wanted Namjoon, bad, hence you said no—you didn’t love Seokjin, not like that anyway. Namjoon rejected you then and there. It was as though in that moment, you were now effectively useless to him. He had turned to his mother, a woman who would do anything for her little boys and said—give her to Taehyung

And here you were, wanting so badly to slap your younger self so that she would change her answer. You had been a fool, chasing after someone like Namjoon. What he had done to you after had been a simple reminder of that very fact.

But none of it seemed to matter anymore. Because nothing you felt towards Namjoon could come close to the way your whole body seemed to throb with pain when Jin would be out on the dance floor, groping strangers, bringing them back to the hotel room, two—three at a time. In this trip alone you had heard his sultry whispers, his hungry moans, and there simply wasn’t a pain quite like that.

You convinced yourself you were projecting. That you were so afraid of getting engaged to a stranger you were desperate to stay attached to someone you knew.

It angered you though, that Jin appeared to be sweet to you. To treat you, as he always had—but now it all felt hopelessly inappropriate. When he’d call you princess you would fall apart just a bit more. When he’d wink your way, when he’d cup your face and look into your eyes. Seemingly innocent but—no, not at all.

Jin’s fingers left your hair, allowing you to wash out the suds. You had never felt so breathless, wondering if he was watching the way the slippery soap trailed down your back.

You wanted to know—you just wanted to feel him once. Just a touch. His hand on your neck, his lips on your breast, maybe his fingers stuffed deep in your cunt while he’d whisper your name so sweet, lips pressed up right behind your ear, tell you everything you so desperately wanted to hear but—

Nothing. The rest of the shower went by wordlessly. Steam clouding the hot stares shares between you two. His eyes undressed you even while you were already naked. They drank you in like a sweet, addictive nectar. You were exposed entirely, your heart on your sleeve, he had you at his fingertips and chose not to lay a single hand.

You wanted to scream. To ask him what fucking game he was playing with your mind, making you all confused mere hours before your engagement, but you couldn’t.

The moment was too tender. Too delicate for you to shatter.

Shutting the water off, Jin wrapped a towel around you, tucking it into the dip of your breasts before wrapping another around his own waist. His hand lingered a beat too long. You watched as he gulped, stepping away from you.

“Get dressed” Jin sighed, running his hand through his hair—dewy drops landing against his chest, “The helicopter will be here soon.”

It was debatable if you had it in you to go another whole day without jumping his bones. Confessing the things your soul was screaming as truth. The right thing to do would have been to call it off. To go back home to Namjoon and help prepare for your big day.

“Where are we going?”

Jin smiled, “To do what you and I love most” Tugging out a bedside drawer, he wrapped his fingers around a deck of cards. Emptying it into his palm, he shuffled them masterfully, the zipping, crisp sound of cards clashing like music to your ears.

Maybe you would have been able to appreciate the gorgeous crystal chandelier dancing across the tall ceilings as though you were deep within a dream. Or the long glass walls that looked out upon the tinge of a purple sun set, growing darker, brighter, more elusive by the passing second. All of it was perfect—beautiful, typical of an event hosted by the Kim family.

Maybe you would have been enjoying yourself if it weren’t for the dark pit in your stomach. The screams in your head telling you:

Run.

Any second, he would arrive. Any second you would have to face him. After all these years.

From the corner of your eye, you watched as old family friends, business partners, members of the elite group of fucking fake socialites you associated with mingled and conversed amongst themselves. You hardly had the appetite to make your rounds. To plaster on that fake smile everyone loved.

Walking past a waiter, you snatched a glass of champagne from their tray, glancing behind your shoulder cautiously before slipping a small white pill between your lips. Washing it down with the crisp liquid.

In your chest, a weighted emptiness stirred. The missing presence of someone you needed by your side now more than ever before. Jin was nowhere to be seen—many missed calls confirmed the inclination that you might not be seeing much of him at all tonight.

You checked your phone, only for disappointment to clench at your throat. The previous day still seemed like a blur, too much had happened, you tried hard not to think about it. Even so, a part of you worried.

“You’re late” The familiar, stern voice of Kim Namjoon sent goosebumps down your neck. A voice you were quite used to hearing, critical of every move you made. Every breath you fucking took. Dressed nicely in a white suit, gold watch and chains making a statement against the getup. The small tattoo behind his ear—the family emblem. One all three of the brothers had.

Huffing, you folded your arms over your chest. Namjoon watched you, as if he was uncertain—like you were a grenade that might just explode if he made one wrong move. He raised his own glass—bourbon neat—to click against yours.

“You look good” He nodded in approval, something rare for him. His words were genuine, you could tell. But you could care less what Kim Namjoon thought of your engagement dress. You could care less about your engagement in the first place and yet here you were. “He’s a very lucky man”

You rolled your eyes, taking another sip of your drink before setting it aside. You had half a mind to throw the glass straight at him, if you didn’t know how easily he could snap your neck.

“Lucky my ass”

There was nothing lucky about your situation. No luck, just a debt owed to a family who took you in when you had nowhere to go. How were you supposed to refuse, when your mother disappeared so many years ago into thin air—no body to be found, left with a multibillion-dollar corporation when you could barely reach the top shelf of your closet.

You were in no position to deny when the Kim’s, the most notoriously filthy rich casino conglomerate in the world offered to take you in as their own. No position to deny the way they cared for you, the way they doted on you and treated you as like a princess. No position to deny them—more specifically, Namjoon. When he decided you were to get engaged with his younger brother, that was that. His word was law.

It’s what they did. Exploited. Twisted and hustled you until your life was a mere chip on the table, something they could gamble away with the flick of their wrists.

“Have you heard from Jin?” You asked, not wanting to entertain Namjoon’s compliments any longer. “I’ve left him a few missed calls but—”

Namjoon raised his hand, stopped your words. His eyes shifted behind you, where he narrowed in on an old client of his. Leaving you, he went to go charm the cash right out of the poor soul’s pocket. You groaned, rolling your eyes as you made you way to the bar.

Your manicured nails tapped nervously against the glass counter. A paced rhythm, until you felt a hand slide over your own. Longer, pretty fingers—clad with thick rings, fitting perfectly over your hand. A searing warmth from the touch, traveling up your arm and straight into your chest.

Breath hitching, you watched as the fingers intertwined with yours, slipping something cool, smooth into the cup of your palm.

“This should help with the nerves”

You recognized the feeling right away—dice. Exhaling shakily, your muscles eased, the familiar roll of the die giving you an overwhelming sense of comfort. Of anticipation. A feeling you loved—the moment your heart would jump before you let them go, putting everything on the line. All for chance.

And what a chance it was, as you looked up—a man stood, dressed in a dark suit, earrings dangling, sweet, bright lips that looked so fucking soft. And his eyes—oh god his eyes—you swore you could see stars in them. Stealing back the dice from your hand, he pressed it between his fingers, bringing it up in front of your face, leaning down—breath fanning over you as he grinned. Tossing it up with a swift move of his hand, he caught it again, snatching it back into his own pocket.

“Taehyung—” Was it something of a dream, or a nightmare—you weren’t entirely sure. You could hardly recognize the boy you remember would chase you around the Kim gardens, latching onto your arm as though you were his lifeline.

His lips quirked, a playful, seductive smile on his face as he backed away.

“Dance with me”—was all he said before his hand slid to the small of your back, guiding you towards the center of the venue. The twinkling lights illuminating his perfect features while he pulled you into his chest.

You looked up at him—he had grown. So much and in so many ways. His eyes were dark, searching your face as though he were memorizing every detail. As though you were a diamond—and he had finally found you, his prize, his beauty—all his.

Where were you supposed to begin? You had so many questions, so much you wanted to say, so much fear and yet—you were rendered speechless. All you could do was let him move you. Let him sway your body with grace, pressing his forehead against yours. It was suffocatingly romantic for a man you had only just met.

Cupping your face fondly, he finally spoke; “It’s been too long, princess”

The air was effectively knocked out of your lungs. Senses on overdrive as you attempted to digest the moment, to keep your mind from spinning out of control and steady yourself on the reality you faced.

“I—” The music stopped.

Sounds of sirens whirring neared. Turning, you could see guests muttering amongst themselves, worry in their eyes. You searched the crowd for Namjoon—who was nowhere to be seen. What the fuck, where did he—

Something twisted in your gut. A truth that your body rejected. A fear that grew strong and ached in every fiber of your bones.

You knew.

A group of officers burst into the venue, guns up and aimed, causing the crowd to break into a frenzied panic. And then everything was silent. You swore you could hear a faint ringing as deliria began to spin around in your mind. And then you saw those eyes. Those dark, vicious, hateful eyes that you could never forget.

Jeon Jungkook.

Your entire body trembled, remembering the ways those very eyes had brought you to your knees. He was dressed in a dark trench coat, pinstripe shirt underneath, a confident stride in his step. Reaching into his coat, he flashed a badge as he approached you.

“Y/n L/n” You shut your eyes, a tear dropping down your cheek. You weren’t sure when Taehyung had stepped away from you but he must have, because Jungkook grabbed your wrists, yanking it behind you followed by the resounding click of the handcuffs. In a soft voice, he added sinisterly, “Long time no see, whore”

Humiliation burned in your cheeks as he dragged you in front of the large crowd of guests, who all watched, wide-eyed, stricken with scandal as he announced to them all:

“You’re under arrest for the murder of Kim Seokjin”

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a/n: AHHHH. thoughts? reactions? SCREAM WITH ME BABY. let me know what you thinking :) did oc murder jin! what happened in those 48 hours hmmmMMm... taehyung's here after all this time, how do we feel about that??? WHOS DR. PARK'S PATIENT???? why is he so susssss??

sorry if the order of events is confusing in this part, basically ill be revealing a bit of what happened in the 48 hours leading up to the murder slowly throughout as jungkook tries to piece it together!

smut pairs are up for the next chp! for those of you who are new here, the smut member changes each time :) this is an ot7 fic and all the other members will come soon &lt;3

placebo (m) | pjm (2)

pairing: jimin x reader, jungkook x reader, namjoon x reader (later)

summary: a microchip signals to you when you find someone compatible to be your soulmate. yours is the opposite of you in every way, and he doesn't even believe in soulmates

genre: 18+ romance, smut, angst, soulmate!au, dystopian backdrop, love triangle, romeo-juliet, opposites attract, grumpy-sunshine, fate versus destiny

premise: the soulmate initiative was a state program to promote healthy relationships. all citizens have a chip which signals to them when they find someone who meets their compatibility threshold. park jimin is a member of the resistance that aims to dismantle the state, as well as programs like this which rob free will. determined to love him no matter your differences, you fight for him despite the danger it puts both you and him in

wc: 8.5k || series masterlist | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

warnings: multiple & explicit smut scenes, lots of kissing good lord, penetrative sex, rough sex, love-making, emotional sex, public sex, oral (f rec), fingering, fondling, fluffy aftercare, jungkook sorta just walks in on you while showering so theres that, physical fighting (not mc), blackmail, a is for angst, crying, mention of family deaths, use of cigarettes, lying, jimin might be a tiny bit toxic if you squint

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Indulgence. The ironic meeting spot of the resistance within the isolated Red District of the city. Neon lights flickering across inebriated eyes—eyes that dreamed of justice but currently were mesmerized by the dancers, embodying grace and allure, fluid movements, enticing glances, bodies telling tales of desire. Here they would congregate, removed from the prying eyes of society.

Jimin pushed open the heavy door, hit with the aromatic blend of perfume, whiskey, and sweat. An intoxicating haze. Across the room, Jin and the others sat, cigarettes lit and glasses clinking. A celebration of sorts—Jimin wondered why. They never invited him here. Frankly, he never cared to come either. It was a liability. Jimin was one of the few resistance members that continued to possess the state-mandated microchip. Him arriving in person to a banned establishment such as a strip club, put the entire area on the state’s radar.

Nevertheless, Jin texted him to come. So he obeyed.

“There he is” Jin greeted him from the comfort of the leather-clad booth. The light chatter diminishing as the others acknowledged him. Jimin took a seat, Jin handing him the cigarette right away.

As the smoke caressed his senses, a fleeting calm washed over him, a momentary escape from the chaos of the world. The world around him seemed to dim, and his mind went straight to you. How it felt so right to have your body hugged up against him when he rode you home. Your lips hovering over his neck, your scent, all of you overwhelming all of him. Speeding way beyond the limit at the edge of the night. No one to find you, no one to interfere.

In that moment the two of you were not soulmates. You were two people, high on the danger, adrenaline, and glimpse of a new beginning. You were alive.

Jimin’s lips curled in a subtle smile. The others could never know. He couldn’t imagine what they would do to you, if they knew. Jimin’s mere presence around you was a danger. The risk he took seeing you was worth it, for the thrill. But he knew better than to push his luck.

“Who’s got you smiling like that?” Across the table, Min Yoongi—a high ranked member who was like a mentor to his brother, teased. Jimin shrugged, tapping the ashtray. He wondered if any of them had felt the kind of high he had with you. Heart racing, fingers trembling, blood hot with desire.

“Jimin went to see his soulmate”

He blinked. Jin’s smile was wide—cocky. The whole table looked around in shock, exchanging looks of concern.

“Hyung what the hell” Jimin muttered under his breath. He didn’t know how Jin found out, probably had him followed. Fuck, he knew he shouldn’t have done it. He should have cut all contact with you the second he found out.

But he was too curious. Too drawn to your sweet taste that left scars on his lips. Was that selfish?

“Look,” Jin cleared his throat, “We’ve had come concerns about your commitment to the cause” Listening patiently, Jimin took another sharp inhale, letting the smoke dissipate through his lips. “You have an opportunity to prove your loyalty. Are you willing to do so?”

Willing. What a joke—Jimin mused. Technically, the resistance would never force actions on any of its members. But Jimin was a puppet and the strings of the fight for freedom chained him.

“Jimin’s soulmate also happens to be a scientist. Working on experiments for the Soulmate Initiative itself”

Jimin’s fists clenched, tempted like many other times to give Jin a solid punch to the face. A waitress approached the table. “Sir, this young woman was looking for you” She motioned to the entrance where you stood. Uncomfortable, scanning the foreign space.

Jimin exhaled, breath full of smoke, coughing out in shock. What the fuck were you doing here?

“Ah, she’s pretty, Jimin. If she were mine I’d probably buy into the soulmate crap just for a taste, although I’m assuming that’s what you’ve been doing huh” Jin teased. Jimin kicked his shin, not appreciating his flirty tone.

Setting down his cigarette, he immediately stood. Passing back an annoyed glare at Jin who simply chuckled.

Without a word he pulled you outside into the cold. The wind was crisp still—his leather jacket shielding him from it. And you were drowning in your puffy coat, knitted hat covering up to your eyelids.

Cute.

“Miss me already, doctor?” Jimin teased, trying his best to figure out why the hell you would have come here, and moreover how you would have known about this place.

You tugged at your sleeves, nose scrunching as you searched for words. He stared into your eyes. Your pretty, fucking gorgeous eyes that transfixed him like hypnosis. Eyes that said so much so loud, and yet he was dying to hear them. Jimin tried to fight it, the way every fiber of him was screaming to kiss you, fists clenching as he held himself back.

And then you bit your lip. So subtly, out of habit. But you did. And fuck.

Fuck.

Jimin lost it. He smashed his lips against yours. The taste he swore he was addicted to. Craving your lips, gasping, breathing you in. Hands cupping your face, forehead tilted against yours—he kissed you like your touch was all he needed to survive.

Maybe it was.

“Get off of me” You shoved him away. Jimin stared at you, stunned. “Asshole”

“Y/n—what?” He reached for your hand, but you pulled it away. Had he done something? His mind whirred, scanning through your entire evening. Every word he said, every move he made. He loved every second—and he thought you had too.

“Fuck you Jimin. I lost my job because of what you did” You gripped his jacket.

What the hell is she talking about? Jimin’s eyes softened. “You lost your job?”

His brows furrowed in confusion, until Jin’s words came echoing back. An opportunity to prove yourself.

They were testing him.

“You stole the data from the lab, didn’t you?”

Jimin’s nails dug into his palm as he took a deep breath.

“Yeah.” His response curt. He watched as tears began to spill from your eyes. His throat felt tight, chest pounding with regret.

“Why?”

“You know why, doctor”

“Did today mean nothing to you?” Your voice was small. Jimin stepped back, hand running through his hair. Lying to you felt wrong, but he had to do it. He had to lie to you. He had to destroy this before it began.

“Look, I don’t want to be in a relationship with you” The words left his mouth before he could stop them. The hurt in your eyes broke him a little. “I only went to see you because I had a job to do. I tricked you. That’s who I am”

This was for the best. So why did it feel so fucking horrible?

You shook your head furiously, “You’re lying”

“If you had a mind of your own, you wouldn’t even want to be in a relationship with someone like me anyway. That’s how I know it’s bullshit. They’re controlling you”

“No” You were stubborn, “No, I know you feel it too”

Jimin wanted to break. Shatter into a million pieces and get whisked away by the wind. His heart ached, bliss was only a truth away.

“Of course I fucking feel it, there’s a chip in my fucking neck telling me to” Jimin snapped, grabbing your waist, “And god does it feel good. So fucking good, I want to kiss you so fucking bad whenever I see you. But that’s all it is. I’m not in love with you Y/n—I can’t be”

You stepped away from him, evidently shaking. Jimin felt awful—sick to his core. Each tear streaming down your face was a bullet to his heart. A punch to the face. He wished the ground would swallow him whole. This was his fault—he shouldn’t have entertained you, not for a second. You should hate him, and he knew you probably wouldn’t because of the damn microchip. Which was the most frustrating part.

“Y/n are you done?”

Jimin turned to see Jungkook pull up in a small electric car. His glasses were foggy, hair a shaggy mess over his long coat.

“Glasses. Always a pleasure”

“Shut the fuck up man” Jungkook parked the car, stepping out to rush past him, taking you into his arms. Jimin crossed his arms over his chest, watching as Jungkook wiped your tears away before leading you into the car.

You turned back, one last time. He wondered if you could read his eyes. If you could, he was screaming out to you.

Fists balled up in fury, he stormed back inside the club. Jin stood by the window, amused by the whole ordeal. Slow applause filled his ringing ears as Jin approached him, patting him on his back.

“Well done. Almost wasn’t sure you had it in you”

Jimin had enough. He felt disgusting. Venom through his veins as his throat felt heavy with guilt. He was sick and tired of Jin. Sick and tired of the resistance dictating his every move. Holding their money over his head—he could be fine on his own. He could go off, get a job somewhere and fend for himself. Maybe he could get a scholarship to keep studying, he would never know. Under the guise of his brother’s wishes, how much was he expected to sacrifice?

With a surge of adrenaline, he lunged forward, fists clenched, aiming towards his Jin’s jaw. The music stopped. People gathered around, watching intently. Jimin’s eyes fuming with rage.

“You forget who the fuck I am?” Jimin sneered, “You’re out of line.”

Jin chuckled darkly, touching his bruise before standing back upright. “Oh come on, you don’t actually care about her. You barely know the bitch” Jimin swung at him again, but Jin dodged him move, forearm intercepting to twist him back. Jimin proceeded to kick back into his gut.

“Call her a bitch again, see what happens.” Jin landed on the floor, grunting as Jimin towered over him, “Get her her fucking job back Jin”

Jin wasn’t backing down. He punched Jimin back, the clash of their fists echoed through the silent room. Blow after blow exchanged, the impact reverberating through their bodies, fueling their determination.

“Where the fuck would you go?” Jin laughed between strikes, “She will never forgive you now. I you both a favor”

Jin dodged another swift punch, retaliating with a swift kick to his Jimin’s abdomen. Jimin staggered backward, but quickly regained his footing, launching himself back at him.

“You can’t love her Jimin, even if you wanted to” Jin rammed Jimin against the wall, trapping his throat with his elbow. Attempting to reason with him. “A part of you would always wonder. I know you kid. You have a duty to your brother”

“You’re the reason my brother is dead” Jimin hissed, trying to push Jin off but to no avail. They stood, chests heaving, their eyes locked with an intense spite.

“Okay enough” Yoongi interrupted, rolling his eyes. He held Jimin’s shoulder before nodding to Jin to let him go. “Jin, please get the poor girl her job back. That’s an order. And Jimin, the resistance core will be in touch about a character review. Stay away from the scientist—you know the rules”

You—

At some point it began to rain. Standing still, cold droplets seeping through your coat made you shiver. A welcome sensation, numbing the pain in your chest.

Jungkook unlocked your apartment before pulling you into his chest. You sobbed into him as he pressed his lips on top of your head.

"You poor thing, let’s get you into the shower"

He was sweet, handing you towels, laying out a pair of dry clothes for you. The hot vapor of the shower forcing you relax, forcing you to wipe away the tears on your cheeks. You slid to the floor, the shower pouring down on your back. Hot water scalding against your head. Hugging your knees to your chest.

You hear the shower door slide open, not reacting as your voice dried into soft sobs. Jungkook hovered over you, clothes getting wet at the edge of the water. Instead of focusing on the fact that you were completely naked, soaking wet in front of him, he looked into your eyes. Worried.

Finally, he crawled into the tiny space, sitting down by your side. His large hands caressing your hunched shoulders. You met his gaze. Grateful for him, as always.

God why couldn't it have been him? Such a perfect piece to your missing puzzle. His hair began to curl up in front of his eyes, dewy as he shook the water away. He was so close. So warm. Lips so soft, so near.

He smiled, and you could tell his thoughts mirrored yours. Eyes scanning over your face, your body, before he looked away. A disappointment in his eyes.

"I told you he was no good" Jungkook muttered, a hint of bitterness.

Closing your eyes, you focused on the way the water flowed over your head, down onto your eyelids, dripping off onto your face. Your boss, Dr. Jung had texted you—the data was missing. All of it, your years of work grinding through your degree. Jimin had stolen all of it. Inviting himself into your lab under the guise of wanting to give you a chance. It was a lie. You could barely fathom that soulmates could lie to one another. Let alone hurt them so deeply. Your fingers trembled, pressed between your knees.

“If I had been his type.” You confessed, laughing slightly, “Or somehow better, then he might have believed just a little bit that we were actually meant to be together, and maybe this wouldn’t have happened. Maybe he wouldn’t have betrayed me”

“Bullshit” Jungkook said quietly, “It’s not you. It’s how he was raised”

You knew he was right. Ever logical, Jungkook never entertained pointless theory. He looked at the facts—and the fact was that you finally met your soulmate. And he was part of the resistance, a group built around free will. Something they claim the state denies through programs such as the Soulmate Initiative.

“Y/n” Jungkook interrupted your thoughts, “Have you ever considered that Jimin just may not want a soulmate at all?”

You stared at Jungkook. Picking at your nails nervously as you considered his question. There were no laws that forced soulmates to be together. It was usually the case that they simply chose to do so. It was logical, to you. Be with the person you are compatible with—the person who can love you and make you happy. Complete you like no one else can. You thought back to your “date” with him. The way you felt so incredibly safe with him. The amazing adrenaline rush you felt holding onto him for dear life as he raced on his motorcycle. The look in his eyes after he kissed you.

Those were facts. That was real.

“When I first saw Jimin and knew, I found myself wishing I hadn’t looked” You placed your hand over Jungkook’s.

Jungkook stared blankly at the floor. Body tensing at your words.

“Well” Turning off the shower, he stared at you, at your body. “I never looked anywhere but at you” Frozen in place, his throat tight, cheeks blushing.

You stared at him, bewildered.

His fingers trapped your jaw, before allowing his lips to slide onto yours. You groaned into his mouth, as his other hand rested on your thigh. Gripping at your skin.

As your lips touched, a surge of conflicting emotions coursed through your veins. For years this was all you wanted. Him—just like this. Wanting you just as bad. Time stood still as your mouths delicately met, exploring each other, evoking a rush of feeling. Of comfort.

But what it felt like with Jimin was different. Something you couldn’t quite make sense of. Logic was misaligned, but Jimin felt incredible to kiss. His smile made you giddy with happiness.

As Jungkook pulled away, a mixture of confusion and clarity settled upon you. You missed Jimin, despite it all. Your heart may not be ready to forgive, but you weren’t ready to give up either. There had to be more to the story. You simply refused to believe your soulmate would ever put you in harms way.

“Forget about him” Jungkook urged almost knowingly, voice trying desperately to push out your infiltrative thoughts. His nose tracing yours, “Just forget him”

He slid his lips onto yours again, this time with more intensity. You could feel without a doubt that he wanted you. As you fell back onto the cold shower floor, Jungkook’s hand cushioning your head. His eyes locked shut—but yours wide open.

You groaned in surprise, attempting to push his large frame away. He got the hint, lifting you back up.

“Let me stay with you tonight” Jungkook pleaded, grabbing a towel and wrapping it over your shoulders. “So you don’t have to be alone”

You couldn’t say no. It hurt too much.

You woke up in Jungkook’s arms, his hands on your stomach, and your back against his chest. Carefully you tried to move your legs which were wedged between his.

He groaned, feeling you move. Tightening his hold and pulling you back to him. You felt your breath escape you as Jungkook’s prominent boner pressed into your thigh. You were a scientist. A biologist—so you knew these things were perfectly normal. But you couldn’t help the way your stomach erupted into butterflies.

“Morning,” Jungkook reached out, stretching cutely. “That was the best sleep I’ve gotten in a while” He confessed, nuzzling against your neck. “You sleep okay?”

Your heart hammered in your chest. He was being incredibly sweet-addictively so, and you wanted to give in.

“Yeah I did, thanks” You leaned into his touch, his lips warm and sloppy against your nape. You couldn’t help the soft moan leaving your lips as his hands slid over your stomach. Threatening to go higher.

“You smell so good” He muttered lazily. A small smile painted your lips. Your phone began to vibrate. Checking the screen, you raised your eyebrows.

“Dr. Jung?”

“Y/n, it seems as though the data were returned,” He sounded annoyed, per usual, “You must have some great connections because I’ve been ordered to re-employ you, but best believe if you bring another stranger into my lab again—”

“Oh, uh. N-Never, sir”

The man hung up. You blinked slowly, processing. “I got my job back”

Jungkook’s smile widened, “That’s great—”

“Jimin did this,” You stood up urgently, interrupting Jungkook, “I have to find him”

“Y/n” Jungkook grabbed your arm before you could run off. “He doesn’t want you. He made that clear”

You shook your head, “I can’t give up. I deserve love, and so does he”

Jimin—

The resistance core was furious once they caught wind of Jimin’s actions. He was to be put in front of the resistance core council to debate his allegiance. Jimin couldn’t care less. Perhaps this was the escape—you were the escape, the chance he needed to get out and find his own destiny. Course, you were gone. You wouldn’t be able to forgive him, hell, Jimin wouldn’t want you to.

You were probably with Jungkook. He wondered if you liked Jungkook back since he clearly liked you. Maybe he comforted you. Maybe the two of you slept together.

Jimin wanted to vomit.

“Jimin” The council head spoke after some silence, reviewing the documented complaints, “We believe in free will. If you don’t want to support us, the cause that your brother gave so much to, to avenge the death of your family, that is your prerogative. However if you intend to stay with us, you must agree to never make contact with The Scientist ever again”

Nodding, Jimin gulped. He figured as much.

“We realize the pull of the Soulmate Initiative is tough to resist. And we do want you to be happy. So if you really do want to be with The Scientist, you can do so if she leaves her job and is willing to cooperate with us”

He couldn’t do that to you. No way.

Jimin had to decide. Jin was right, if he left he didn’t have anywhere to go. Not a penny to his own name. He did want to see change. At least here, he was able to make an impact. Here, his existence had some meaning.

“I won’t contact her again. I am grateful for the council’s mercy”

On his bike, he had no direction. No sense of where he was going—but he drove on. Fast, dangerously swerving the roads. He couldn’t talk to you, but he could check up on you at least. No, that would be far too painful.

Tears built in his eyes, clouding his vision. Bringing his motorcycle to a stop on the edge of the highway, he cried. A child denied a toy, he cried because he missed you. Because his body wanted you and he had to deny it. Deny you. Everything stripped away from him—his family, brother and now you. Was there a point to any of it?

“Are you alright?” A car halted—large white SUV, clearly indicating a state official. The window was tainted black, bulletproof. As it rolled down, Jimin could see a pair of eyes. It was a man. He looked vaguely familiar.

“Yeah, I’m good”

He rode to campus, soul void. Studying was a proven distraction to his hopeless reality. After all, he couldn’t afford to sulk around. He had to keep moving. As he walked towards the law library, he saw you. You saw him. The two of you frozen in time.

Until you were running. Running to him with your arms open and he caught you, swinging you up with the momentum, hand behind your head as he hugged you into him. Nirvana. Instinct, taking in all you were—your scent, the heat from your body—until he realized he was touching you and pushed you away.

“I got my job back” You were elated, brimming with excitement. Jimin wanted to kiss every inch of your smiling face. A warm feeling erupting from your happiness.

“Glad to hear it, doctor” He remained stoic, nevertheless. He needed you to give up. Needed you to get away.

“You care about me, you did this”

Jimin sighed. Why did his soulmate have to be the most stubborn woman on the fucking planet—he didn’t know.

“I don’t care about you”

“Stop fighting me” You pleaded, grabbing his shoulders and shaking them. “Look I’m sure you had your reasons for doing what you did. We can move past this”

“I already told you I don’t want this”

You stepped forward, face inched away from his, a fiery determination in your eyes.

“Really?” You tilted your face, squinting at him. Jimin nodded, eyebrows raised.

You stroked his face, just as he had done to you many times. He was stiff, taken aback by your forwardness. Without thinking, you pushed yourself onto your toes so you could melt into a kiss. You knew he could feel it, down to his bones—nothing was more right in the world than when you were in his arms, lips on his. No moral compass could keep you apart in those moments, Jimin was merely a servant, a fool bending to your magnetism and he would give up everything in an instant to feel like this forever.

His lips parted, letting you slip your tongue in. Widening your jaw to deepen the kiss. Tender in his actions, taming his need. Savoring every second.

Tears rolled down his face. If this was the last time he’d ever see you, he wanted it all. Forehead pressed against yours, his eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips, breathing barely inches away. Panting. Heart pounding.

“I can’t” You could feel his words, spoken upon your lips. Tone serious. No teasing, no flirting, just straight. “They won’t let me”

He stared at you a beat longer. Before grabbing your wrist, dragging you behind the library to an alleyway near the dumpsters. He pressed you against the wall, gripping your waist firmly.

He dove into your neck, fluttering kisses all over. Fingers trailing up your sides to where he grabbed your wrists, stretching them to either side of you. Movement urgent, frantic—you were his kryptonite, and he was unraveling at the seams.

Your fingers intertwined with his, as he nipped at your jaw. Breathing heavily, you attempted to call out his name but no voice came. Instead a soft moan. His fingers tightened around yours as he pulled away, staring into your eyes.

Silence. Only the sounds of both of you desperately trying to catch your breath. Flushed and bewildered.

“You should leave” Jimin’s voice was coarse. Deeper than usual, “Go”

He didn’t move. Neither did you. You challenged him, gaze unwavering. Waiting to see what he would do next.

It was as if something inside of him snapped. Something feral, raw, suppressed. Instantly he released your hands, fumbling to unbutton your pants. He yanked them down just enough before doing so to himself. Fingers softly gliding over your folds, barely teasing. He grabbed your hips, lifting you up against the wall before yanking your panties aside. Biting his lip, focused. You watched, gripping onto his shoulders for dear life, as his cock teased your entrance.

“Tell me to stop” He growled. “Tell me right fucking now doctor”

You shook your head, sliding your hand to his jaw. Blinking you stared into his lust shot eyes, eyelids fluttering, hazy with desire.

He sank into you slowly, letting out a low groan into your neck. Hands holding you steady, he was patient. Despite the heated urgency of his actions. There was not a thought in his head. Not a thought in yours. Nothing but raw need as he felt your hot walls tighten around him.

Jimin’s nose traced yours as he began to move in and out. Bouncing you up against the wall while your hands ran through his hair, scratching at him. Grabbing fistfuls and tugging his head back. He was so deep, so full inside you. The drag of his cock against your walls had you seeing stars. Rolling your eyes back, you wanted to scream.

“Ssh, be quiet for me doctor” Jimin kissed your lips playfully, lingering as he continued to fuck into you. He rolled his hips, pushing you up with every thrust, fingers digging into the bottom of your ass.

He let you onto your feet, pulling out so he could turn you around. Your hands up against the wall, his wrapped around your chest, shamelessly grabbing at you over your coat. It wasn’t enough. He wanted to feel you. Unzipping the damned thing he tossed it aside, enveloping you to keep you from the cold.

Finally his hands could slip under your sweater, pushing it up to the tops of your chest, tits sensitive to his touch. Hooking his jaw over your shoulder he watched as he squeezed your breasts, caressing them fondly.

Jimin pressed his lips against your collar, digging in his teeth. Keeping a hand on your chest, he slid back into you from behind, this time immediately rocking his hips steady into you. You arced your back, reaching back to grab his hair again. The slippery echoes of your cunt getting louder as his thrusts intensified.

Pressing you up even closer to the wall, he let one hand dive in front of you, fingers gliding over your clit. His touch was gentle, reaching exactly where you needed him to. And he could tell. Smiling against the back of your head as he felt you beginning to tremble. Wetness seeping as his cock nudged in further, finger rapidly circling your clit right there. Pushing you closer and closer to your edge.

Nothing but red. Red heat building inside of you, toes curling, lungs clenching—you couldn’t breathe. His body so close, the warmth against the cold air. You bucked forward, body spasming, twitching all over. He didn’t waver, he kept going, finger working you through your orgasm. Biting back moans as you tightened around his cock. Your wetness seeping through, soaking him.

Cursing, he pulled out, afraid he was going to lose himself in the sweet sensation of you. Turning you back around he pulled your thighs apart, sliding his cock against your clit, causing you to wince.

“Fuck, come here” He gritted, pulling you into another kiss. His hand tugging at his cock. He spilled into his palm, letting out a deep moan.

Finding steadiness, he cleaned himself up, zipping up his pants as you did the same. Grabbing your coat from the ground, he handed it to you.

As he was doing so, you noticed the bruises on his skin.

“Jimin—are you hurt?” You touched him again, causing him to flinch. “When did this happen?”

“Don’t” He warned. “Just go”

“Can I at least bandage you—my place isn’t too far from here, come on okay” You grabbed his wrist, tugging him along. Jimin stood firm in his ground.

“Why can’t you fuck off”

You turned back at him, “Fine, let me do this and then you can go—I won’t bother you again”

Jimin looked at you skeptically, but chose to go along regardless. He followed you through campus, the snow beginning to melt away—spring was nearing. He could see tiny flower buds on bushes, birds chirping in the distance. Your apartment was cozy. A smaller building, you were on the top floor. Frazzled, you fumbled with your keys to get in, and Jimin was hardly surprised to see the haphazard shape your place was in—textbooks, papers everywhere. 

“Sorry about the mess”

Jimin was a neat freak himself. Nevertheless, he swallowed his irks and let you lead him into your bedroom. He scanned the walls, aside from some nerdy science posters there wasn’t much there. He noticed your shelf of romance novels, as well as a copy of Dr. Kim Namjoon’s memoir.

You pulled off his jacket, then his shirt. His toned muscles littered with purple. The bruises causing your eyes to widen. Jimin couldn’t help but smirk. They weren’t watching anymore—no harm in teasing you a little.

“Like what you see doc?”

You blushed, meeting his eyes before immediately returning to your task. “No—I mean, yeah you look great. Not your bruises—those don’t look good at all, but here let me just—” You found a first aid kit under your bed. Grabbing some gauze and alcohol, you began to tend to his wounds. He watched as you kneeled in front of him, focus lasered onto the task at hand.

Jimin grabbed your jaw suddenly, overwhelmed by your tender care. Pulling your face to his. You blinked at him, stunned as he kissed you softly. Humming against your mouth. More relaxed, at ease, as if he had all the time in the world.

“Jimin let me—mmpfh” He didn’t let you finish. He didn’t want to hear another word. Pulling you into his lap, he slid your own coat to the floor. Not leaving your lips for a second.

“No” You squealed, giggling slightly. “No more until you let me clean your wounds”

Jimin pouted, looking to you with puppy eyes. “But you’re my doctor aren’t you—and this makes me feel good”

“I thought you wanted to leave” You taunted him right back. He grinned, enjoying the way you were pushing him.

“I’m not in a rush” His eyes darkened, tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth.

“You don’t ever have to leave, you know” You offered. “They can’t hurt you here”

Jimin raised his eyebrows, “The resistance you mean? Why are you gonna take them all on your own?” He nudged you playfully. You shrugged.

“I could use my evil science powers”

Jimin laughed. Laughed in a way he hadn’t in a long time. Why did he want to leave so badly—why did he have to push you away? Could he dare to hope that you two could survive anything—it seemed unrealistic. Cliché. But here he was, dumb in love with you despite his best efforts.

Wait what.

Jimin gulped, growing serious all of a sudden as he continued to stare at you. You rose from his lap, a goofy smile on your face as you packed up the first aid kit.

“You said they won’t let you…were you talking about the resistance? Will they not let you be with me? Because I’m your soulmate” He watched as you wandered into your kitchen.

“It’s not because you’re my soulmate. It’s your job” Jimin responded, “But I also don’t believe in this soulmate stuff, which you know”

“Well clearly you do when it helps you get laid” You joked. He knew you were joking, but it wasn’t funny to him. His physical attraction to you was feverish, and it concerned him that he might be taking advantage of you. Getting benefits of a commitment he was unwilling to make. You returned, noticing his serious aura. “Jimin—it’s fine. You told me you don’t want me, anything that happened after was my choice”

You don’t want me. Of course he wanted you. How could he not want you—you were perfect. You were suffocatingly stubborn, clingy, messy and absolutely clueless but you were perfect. And you would fight to the ends of the earth for what you believed in, while Jimin wasn’t sure if he believed in anything anymore.  

“I’d never ask you to leave your job. But they own me, Y/n. I really can’t do anything about it. I didn’t even steal your data. They did, and they made me take the fall for it so that you’d hate me and leave me alone”

“I will leave you alone Jimin, if I think that’s what you actually want” You held his hand firmly, “But I have a tough time thinking that’s true”

Jimin looked at you. The glimmer of hope in your eyes. “Even if they allowed it, that doesn’t change the fact that we’re inherently not compatible”

“We are compatible. We’re soulmates. You do what you have to do for the resistance, I won’t interfere and I would never sell you out”

“What if my job forces me to damage something you believe in though?”

You sighed deeply. Jimin could tell you didn’t know the answer. Despair began to weigh down on you both, how unlucky must you be to have been matched to someone like him. He wanted to be the man you deserved, but he wasn’t. Plain and simple.

“I like you, Jimin” You confessed instead. “I think you’re great. I want you. You’re in my dreams, I can’t not think about you. Even when Jungkook kissed me I,”

Jimin’s grip on your hand loosened. “Jungkook kissed you?”

“It didn’t mean anything! He was just trying to comfort me, I think”

He put his hands up in defense, “I’m not upset with you doctor—I get it. He’s cute”

You made a face, “You make fun of him”

Jimin winked, “You can be lame and cute at the same time. You are”

“You think I’m lame?”

“I think you’re a nerd” He confessed, matter of factly. You punched him playfully before sliding your lips onto his. He pulled you against his chest, holding you tenderly. “Prettiest fucking nerd, but nerd nonetheless”

You giggled against his lips. He kissed you again and again, smiling in between and it was everything. Jimin couldn’t even fathom that you were real. A real person in his arms making him so happy—elated about the future in a way he was sure he’d never been before. You were everything. The start of everything.

Falling onto his back, you climbed over him, lips not parting for even a moment. His hands gripping at the hem of your sweater before you allowed him to pull it over your head. He admired you, lips swollen in nothing but your baby blue sports bra.

He let his fingers trail over the fabric, drawing light circles and watching the way you twitched under him. You gasped, unconsciously rolling your hips against him. The look on your face was priceless, biting down on your lip hard as you tried to tame down your sensitivity. Adorable, how you thought Jimin couldn’t tell. That he couldn’t read your body like the back of his hand. Finally you grabbed his wrists, stopping his movements so that you could pull off your bra. Your breasts popping out—Jimin lay dumbfounded, eyes glued to your body.

You looked at him, shy. Jimin exhaled shakily, unsure how to capture his amazement. He wanted to touch—so fucking bad. You rose carefully, sliding down you trousers until you were left in your panties. Then those dropped to the floor.

“Fucking hell doctor, you’re gonna give me a heart attack” He stood up, unzipping his own pants where his bulge was painful, burning between his legs. Kicking the garments aside, his hands hovered over your waist—barely touching. Waiting for your signal.

“You’re beautiful”

Jimin’s ears burned at your words, blush across his face. You looked at him with awe. His heart fluttered, realizing he had never really been complimented on his looks before, merely his ability to fight.

“Can I touch you?” His voice was raspy, barley audible. Lust seized every fiber of him. “Please let me fucking touch you”

You nodded, and Jimin wasted not one more second grabbing your hips, sliding his hands to your ass where he squeezed you as his lips locked with yours.

Laying you down on the bed, his lips trailed every inch of your skin from your toes, up your calves, down your thighs. Loving the way you twitched and moaned at his every move. Riling you up, he wanted to see you fall apart under him. His fingers found your clit again, palm rolling under your folds. You grinded on his wrist, fingers helplessly clutching the sheets beneath you.

Dropping to his knees, he spread your thighs, admiring your glistening folds. You bucked your hips as he traced them—trying desperately to shut your legs but he overpowered you.

“Jimin I’ve never—I don’t know if that’s such a good” He shushed you sweetly, looking deep into your eyes. Kissing the insides of your thigh, he worked he way to your pussy. Slow, patient, kissing the edge of your folds as you squealed.

“It’s okay baby, I want to” He promised, and you believed him. His hand caressing your thigh to ease the tension before he slipped in his tongue. Eyes not leaving yours for a second. It was incredibly intimate. He seemed to consume you, in a white-hot blaze of adoration. You reached for him, sitting up to grab a fistful of his hair. The pull turned him on even more, his tongue flicking faster, eating you out for all you were worth.

“Jimin” You panted, “Ohh fuck” He continued to fuck his tongue inside of you, drinking up your essence. His wet tongue hot, deep in your core where you could feel his every move—driving you crazy. Your eyes dazed, frazzled beyond belief. Lips parted as your eyes rolled back with pleasure.

Coming up for air, he licked his lips, savoring your taste. You stared at him with blasted eyes as he crawled up to your face so he could kiss you again.

“Thank you” Jimin chuckled at your words.

“You don’t have to thank me, baby. It’s my fucking pleasure”

“Should I do you?”

He shook his head. If he didn’t pound his cock inside you right now, he swore he was going to implode.

“Open up for me baby, yeah?” He lined his cock up with your soaked cunt. Slowly, inch by inch he began to slide in. You bit down on your lips hard, until blood trickled out. Jimin licked it right up, tongue teasing your lips before sliding into your mouth. He bottomed out, lips glued to yours, groaning into you. Propped up on his forearms, he gave you a moment to adjust. He felt so good—shafted deep inside you. You clenched around him obscenely tight, he was seeing stars. You were a dizzy hurricane, and he wanted to be swept up by you. Destroyed until there was nothing left.

“You feel so good” He buried his face into your neck, “Fuck baby, so fucking good for me. You feel okay baby? Can I move?”

“Y-yeah” At your green light, Jimin carefully pulled out. Back in, tight thrusts beginning to pick up in pace. Dotting your face with kisses between each one. He swore he was losing consciousness, vision blurred with desperation—craving of you. Heart pounding as pleasure wiped through his nerves.

Hooking your leg over his shoulder, he adjusted his angle, hitting you even deeper. Your cunt coating him, the sound and smell of sex driving Jimin feral. His hands grabbing your breasts, wanting you to be stimulated—to feel as good as he was.

“Fuck baby, I don’t ever want to leave” His mind was void. Reason out the door as he spewed nonsense. “I’ll leave it all for you baby, leave it all for this fucking cunt—oh God”

“Don’t leave” You responded, disoriented by his pace. “Don’t ever leave me”

“I won’t baby, fuck, I’m never leaving” He kissed you firmly, letting your leg fall to the side. He stared into your eyes, foreheads touching as he drove his cock in deep. “You like it baby? You want my big fucking cock, yeah?”

You nodded furiously as he taunted you. The pout in your lips sending him overboard. “Fuck baby I’m gonna cum so fucking hard—you’re so fucking hot, my pretty girl—where do you want me? Want me to cum on your face?”

“Please” You gasped as he pulled out, tugging his cock as he kneeled tall over you, letting his cum squirt down onto your eyelids. He groaned, taken by the sensation and by how sexy you looked covered in his cum like that. Ropes of cum streaming out as his hips bucked, hot pleasure seizing him.

“Fuckk” He collapsed onto you, burying his face into your chest. Rolling onto your sides, you caressed his head against you. He looked up at you, nothing but fondness in his eyes. Wiping the cum off of you with his discarded t-shirt.

The two of you lay in silence, simply adoring one another. Jimin pulled you into his arms, grabbing your comforter so the two of you could slide under. He stroked your back softly, fingers trailing up and down your spine. Naked legs tangling. Fitting against each other like a puzzle. He kissed your forehead as you buried your face into his chest.

“You okay?” He asked after some time, massaging your shoulders gently. You peered up at him, content and blissed.

“This is really nice” You whispered, trying to hide your smile. Jimin held your chin steady, preventing you from turning away.

“You’re so cute” He muttered, landing another peck to your lips. It never got old, he swore he could kiss you forever. “I—”

He stiffened, unsure if he was ready to say it. It was too soon, and he still lacked the answers of how the two of you could possibly work, and you must have known because you simply chuckled.

“I know. Me too”

You—

The lab had always been your safe space. The comfort of the chunky white lab coats, latex-free gloves and goggles. Your protection. Your serenity. As you went about your trials, Jungkook sat at the bench next to yours, typing away at his computer.

“What are you working on?” The silence was too loud. Things felt awkward with Jungkook. You knew you couldn’t tell him you hooked up with Jimin. Even though, in your eyes, you did the right thing. Your first time with Jimin was rushed. Unexpected. But so was he. In the most flawed way, he was somehow perfect. You knew he was scared of what he felt. Scared to question what he believed, but in that moment all he wanted was you and he was sure to let you know that. Second time was bliss. And you were so excited to go home to him. Excited for every amazing night to come. You wanted to tell Jungkook everything, but wasn’t sure he would appreciate knowing the intimate details of your love life.

“I’m finding your compatibility results”

You swerved, “What?” Kicking your chair so it rolled next to Jungkook’s. You scanned his screen, seeing him type in some code. “How?”

“I have my ways” He assured you, “I just want to get to the bottom of this, you deserve better”

“Jungkook, that might not be necessary anymore actually because…”

“Here!” Your attention redirected to his screen. He clicked on a file, opening a scanned proposal. Scrolling through, he finally found your name. “Y/n L/n, age, birthday, la da da” Humming, he searched the data for a clue.

“Well?” You tapped your fingers against the desk.

“Uh” Jungkook gulped, “Interesting.”

“What? What is it?”

Jungkook looked at you, almost as though he were debating what to say next. “Y/n, do you really love him?”

“We’re getting there” He raised his eyebrows, “I mean, we—are making progress”

Jungkook read between your words. Shutting his laptop, he sighed. “Nevermind”

“Jungkook—what the fuck did it say?”

“Jimin isn’t listed as your soulmate. You don’t have anyone listed”

Your throat felt dry. “What?”

“You were in the placebo cohort”

You stared at him. The placebo cohort. Meaning—what?

“I’m sorry, Y/n”

“No there’s some other explanation” You shook your head, “Jimin and I had a rough start but. He’s kind. Dedicated. He’s had a rough go of it—I don’t know his story but I can just tell. He’s insightful, and isn’t afraid to challenge me. He understands me too, even in this short time. He’s sweet. And he wants me just as bad as I want him”

“Do you even hear yourself right now?” Jungkook looked appalled, “You’re delusional, Y/n. He said he didn’t want you, explicitly. He’s lied to you many times,”

“The chip doesn’t alter our emotions, it only gives us the signal. I know what I feel Jungkook—it has to be him”

“Placebo cohort’s get the signal, but the compatibility test wasn’t actually run so it’s signaling that some random person you’re not actually compatible with is your soulmate. To see if the computability part actually matters, or if simply thinking someone is your soulmate is enough”

It couldn’t be. You felt nauseous, as though everything around you was spinning. Time and time again Jimin had told you to back off. That what you were feeling wasn’t real when you believed so strongly it was. Nothing about it made sense.

Suddenly Jimin’s flaws glared at you—he was in the resistance, fighting against the very peace you upheld. He was a violent person. He hung out with shady people in banned places. He broke rules which you followed no matter what. He smoked. He rode a motorcycle. He didn’t believe you were his soulmate—and you weren’t.

But you loved him.

And he, probably, loved you too.

Was the placebo effect real then? Did you fall in love just because you thought you were supposed to? If you never had the signal—never had the chip—would you have been able to look past your differences, and find what you did?

He had only just begun to believe. This would crush him.

“You have to tell him” Jungkook echoed your thoughts. You frowned, he was clearly deriving some joy from the fact that he was right about Jimin.

“Does this mean someone else out there is actually my soulmate? More compatible with me than Jimin?”

“Most likely” Jungkook confirmed, “Only way to know is to reset your chip. And only Dr. Kim himself can do that”

You turned to your calendar. The conference was only a few days away. What were you supposed to tell Jimin in the meanwhile? Should you avoid seeing him? Should you ignore this and just love him anyway?

“I-I gotta go” You scrambled to gather your things. Rushing to take a bus home, you barged into your apartment. Eyes wide as you noticed the entire place had been cleaned up. Nose twitching to the scent of something cooking—something delicious.

Jimin smiled warmly upon seeing you. You had left before he woke up, leaving him sound asleep with a kiss on the cheek.  

“Morning doctor” He continued to go about his cooking. He looked adorable, sleepy hair and shirtless, cracking eggs into a pan. You wanted to cover him with kisses, “Hope you don’t mind, just thought I’d whip up some food. Aren’t you supposed to be at the lab?”

“I, yeah I uh”

“Oh taste this” Jimin took a spoon of some sauce he had made and quickly made his way over to you. Slipping the spoon in your mouth, your eyes widened as flavor burst in your mouth.

“Jimin” You mumbled as he took the spoon out, stealing a quick kiss. “Fuck that’s so spicy Jimin”

“Not your thing, doctor?” He pouted, “Damn, I love spicy food”

Your heart dropped. He’s not your soulmate. You’re not compatible.

He seemed to notice your unusual behavior.

“Hey baby, it’s okay. It’s just food preferences, not the end of the world”

“Jimin, we’re” You cleared your throat. “We’re not—”

“Oh, are you upset that I’m still here? Don’t worry I have class in the afternoon, I’ll be out of your way” Grabbing your hands he pulled you into a hug. Swaying your body left to right, you wanted to melt.

“Jimin” Your voice was breaking. Tears welling in your eyes.

“I know we don’t have everything figured out baby” He hummed against you. Pressing his lips on top of your head, “But for once, I think, I believe it’ll work out”

You broke.

Shattered into tears. You couldn’t possibly do this to him, not after everything you already put him through. How the hell were you supposed to tell the man you’d chased relentlessly that you weren’t supposed to be together?

“Baby,” Jimin held your face in his hands, searching with concern “Y/n, what’s wrong?”

You couldn’t breathe. Sobs blocking your air. Chest tight.

“Hey, easy baby” Jimin held your hand, guiding you to sit down on your bed. He knelt down by your side. Pressing his lips onto your knuckles. Across your wrist.

The odds were unlikely. But there was a slim chance that despite being a placebo match, he may actually still somehow be compatible with you. He may still be your real soulmate. You should wait until you knew for sure. 

“I’m okay, sorry I just, got emotional” You wiped your tears away, chuckling. Jimin didn’t look like he quite believed you, but decided not to push it.

“Don’t apologize, doctor” He kissed your knee, “As long as you’re okay”

“Jimin”

“Yeah baby?”

“No matter what happens,” You sniffled, “I believe in you”

Jimin chuckled, stroking your face, “Babe what has gotten into you? Did Jungkook say something—I can beat that fucker to a pulp if he did, I am a vigilante after all”

You smiled. Because the man in front of you was dazzling. Despite the fights. Despite your differences. If this wasn’t true love, you weren’t sure you wanted whatever that was. This was all you needed. He was all you needed.

Which is why you owed it to him to be honest.

“We’re not actually soulmates”

Jimin simply blinked.

“It was a placebo, where the chip signals but we aren’t actually compatible. So the basis for everything we felt—or everything we think we feel, was a lie”

Silence. So haunting and so obscenely loud, you weren’t sure you’d survive it.

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a/n: HOPE YOU ENJOYED <3 i tried lmao, but plsssssss let me know what you think ive never written anything like this and wanna know what your reactions are!!! ask questions, give me your theories, any and all of it! <3 have a wonderful day cuties~

let me show you, myg

you and yoongi has been in a relationship for two years but you are still a virgin because of how innocent you are, however, yoongi always having a hard time when you wear cute sexy outfits just for him plus whenever you wear his shirt.

⇥ pairing : yoongi x f.reader

⇥ genre : smut, fluff (a bit)

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You spent your holiday somewhere far from the busy town with your boyfriend, Min Yoongi. You were shocked when he scheduled a holiday for five days, four nights despite his busy schedules. You were thrilled to be with him on vacation as it has been approximately two years since you and yoongi in a relationship and it was your first time to go on holiday just both of you. Yoongi was your first and ever boyfriend and your first love you might say.

He was so perfect, up to the toe, you were always felt like a dream when you are with him. He was the first man who makes you felt worth it and respected you as a woman and his girlfriend. There was no time he made you felt unfit intentionally or not, your past somehow took a toll on you but it was changing after you met him.

You rarely wore cute outfits even despite you had a body that girls would die for, you were uncomfortable to show too much of your skin. You grew up like that, however when you were with yoongi you changed so much from your bland and unassertive personal style to a more feminine look but only in front of yoongi since whenever you were with him you gained self-confidence.

You had moved together with yoongi six months ago after you finally decided your decision as you had been contemplated it for quite of time. You would occasionally were a mini dress, summer dress, off-shoulder dress, mini skirt, tank top or any kind of girly outfits that you always dreamed to wear.

Yoongi without fail would praise how cute you looked and didn't want to go to his studio because he wanted to stay with you but you will never allow him to ditch his work just because of his childish excuses. Nonetheless, you couldn't lie how your heart thumped so fast and how you flushed in red whenever he pulled you into a tight hug, showered you with kisses.

When you meet yoongi for the first time, he was very quiet and didn't like to talk much, exactly your type but you could see his effort when he tried to get to know you. Maybe that was why you fall for him.

You in awed as you took in the massive, luxurious suite with a vast glass window with spectacular views of the seascape. You admired the scenery so much that you were shocked when a pair of arms circles your waist, “do you like it, baby?”

There your heart went all crazy just for the nickname, “yes, i love it.” You smiled softly as you put your palm on top of your boyfriend’s hand. You shuddered when yoongi sucked slowly your neck, glided his tongue over it. His palms roamed over your body as his left hand sneaked in your tee. You titled your head nonchalantly as yoongi can’t sucking. “What are you doing, oppa?” And he abruptly stopped.

As if he didn't aware of what he was doing earlier. “W-what- I will order us food, you go change first.” That was what he said before pulled his arms away from your body and went out with his phone.

You felt so weird and tingles all over your body, you didn't exactly know why but you were speechless when yoongi sucked your neck as if he wanted to do something that you cant pulled out what but when his palms roamed over your tummy. It was kinda felt nice and it was eerie you wanted him to caress his palms all over your body. You didn't fail to discern something hard and big poked behind your back.

Yoongi on the other side had a hard times, he shouldn't step in the boundaries. He knew you were so innocent and clueless when it comes to sex or anything particular with it. He tried. He had made an effort to hold himself but how can he when you were so fragile and so small that he couldn't help but want to lay his fingers on.

Yoongi looked down at his cock that grew bigger and hard each second, he squinted his eyes hard tried to think of another thing beside you but he failed so and it just worsens even more. Yoongi quickly made an order for dinner from the Chinese restaurant as he knew you that was your favorite.

Yoongi decided to wait at the hotel lobby to take the food and wanted to calm down himself before he did something he wasn't supposed to do. After quite of time, he had waited finally got the food and on his way to the suite.

Yoongi took some time and a deep breath as he attempted to regain his strength and control his body before he faced you. He opened the door but gasped when you were out of the shower with a small towel that barely covered your body and water droplets dropped from your wet hair.

“Fuck,” Yoongi muttered beneath his deep voice, fisted his palms as he closed the door and his eyes never left you. You didn't notice him at first until you heard the door closed. “Oppa, you got the food,”

You smiled brightly when you saw your boyfriend brought Chinese food. “Yes, I am.” You raised your eyebrows slightly as you perceive the way yoongi’s restrained voice. You can’t help but worry that he might fell sick. You grabbed yoongi’s white tee in his luggage and throw it over yourself you already wore your white lace bra and panties beforehand, you hand your towel before you walked closer to yoongi as he busy take out each meal and serve it on the table.

“Oppa, are you okay?” Yoongi turned sideways to you as you planted your palms on his broad shoulder. Yoongi sucked in a deep breath as he observed you up to the toe, with only his baggy white tee. Yoongi gritted his teeth, felt himself get turned on even more than he thought.

“No, i’m not.” Yoongi honestly mumbled. His eyes still peered on you like a predator but to no avail, you were unaware of it. It surprised him to find that you were in his clothes would arouse him so damn much. You looked up to your boyfriend in concern, “Why? What can I do?”

Yoongi’s heart skipped a beat when your soft voice asked him as you glided both your palms on his chest, stalked closer to him. Little did you know, there was a lot you can do to him. A lot.

Control yourself, Min Yoongi. She doesn't know anything about this. You would ruined her innocence. Yoongi thought.

He fluttered his eyes before gazed at you that still looked so worried the way he got so worked out.

It's much better than another guy that's not you ruined her innocence.

“Fuck it.” Yoongi cursed before he grabbed both sides of your face and planted his lips on top of yours. You gasped inside your boyfriend’s mouth at how aggressive he became, his kiss got intense as his palms traveled down to your ass and gripped it so hard. You were shocked with new sensations that you never felt before.

You fisted your palms over yoongi’s chest and tried to push him with all your might but he was twice stronger than you and not a bit moved with your strength. Yoongi left the kiss as he tried to take a breath after that long intense kiss he gave to you. You were gasping for breath, you could feel his breath on your skin. It felt so weird but you were electrified with what yoongi did to you.

“Do you want me to teach you?”

His question left you numerous thoughts. What was your boyfriend want to teach you? You didn't bother to answer as you looked up at him.

“Let me show it to you, baby. Let me show you what is an adult should know, how it feels to feel pleasure, lust. I know you will love it seeing how your body reacted just with my little touch.”

“I-It’s s-sex?” Yoongi let out a deep chuckle when you softly asked him as if you would break if you inquired that. “So you know what sex is?” Yoongi gripped around your waist tighten, you gasped when he pulled you closer to him made both of your sizeable boobies slammed on his broad, hard chest.

“I-I don't know what it is but I-I overhead some of the girls at the college talked about it... and they did it w-with their boyfriend-”

“You want to do it with me?” Yoongi tried his luck as he slammed his face on your exposed neck because of the collar of yoongi’s shirt was so big for you and once again you felt something tingles inside your body, you felt something rushed like a fluid down your private part. You shifted uncomfortably as yoongi sucked and nibbled your neck. “W-would that will make you okay?”

Yoongi halted for a sec and raised his face to look at you. “Yes baby, absolutely.” You were thrilled to hear that you would make your boyfriend happy if you do sex with him. So, you eagerly nodded. His cock got harder each second, he swallowed a big gulp of his saliva as he gazed at you with desire and lust.

Yoongi loosens up his grip over your waist, guiding you towards the king-size bed. He sat you on the bed, “strip, baby girl,”

You were hesitant at first since you never went bare in front of your boyfriend but you trust him enough to do things to you. You fiddled the hem of yoongi’s tee on you before you slowly pulled them up from your body, leaving you in your white lacey bra and panties.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. So damn beautiful.” Yoongi softly whispered at you as he caressed your cheeks and gave you a peck on your lips before once again took in your nudeness in front of him. He was always been fantasies of you in a dirty way and now you were willing to give it to him awoken something beneath him. However, he couldn't lie he felt somewhat guilty to break your innocence but he couldn't help himself anymore.

You tried your best to compose yourself, your lips trembled as you became nervous. You didn't dare to look back at Yoongi after he walked away and left you alone on the bed. You flinched when he approached you from your back before he plopped himself down behind you. “Look up baby,”

You shuddered when Yoongi whispered to you as he nibbled your earlobe. You let out a loud gasped when you saw your reflection in the massive glass mirror. Yoongi let out a rich, throaty chuckle as he perceived how uneasy you were in front of him at that moment which was completely understanding. However, it drove him insane to know he will be wrecked your innocence, here and there.

“Why are you so nervous baby?”

You gulped your saliva, you drew in a quick breath when yoongi placed his veiny, large hand over your upper thighs, his lips were still worked on your neck. “You smell so good, i want to eat you so bad.”

You bit your lower lips when Yoongi opened his eyes and look straight at you in the mirror. You hold his gaze before averted your eyes on his hands adorned with a couple of his silver rings. His fingers trailed down from your cheeks down to your throat, to the valley of your boobs. He let his fingers lingered on your boobs, made imaginary circles on your chest while looking at you as if he wanted to see how would you react to his touch.

“Would you let me touch you even further, princess?” His voice became a husky, erotic whisper to you. You fluttered your eyes before slowly nodding to him. “Oh you want me to touch you?” Yoongi’s lips curved up to a mischievous smirk. He didn’t expect you would nod to his question.

“What do feel when I touch you like this baby?”

Your breath rasped in your throat, pondered the right answer for the question. “I-It f-felt weird,” You muttered, looked down on the floor. “And?” Yoongi asked again as he hold your chin firmly forced you looked back on yourself in the mirror. You clenched your thighs together as you started to feel something tingles on your private part.

“It f-felt good too.” Your answer somehow left Yoongi’s bulge grew bigger and you could feel it from your behind. You wanted to ask him what was that but you were too shy to do so.

You let out a soft moan when your boyfriend grazed his fingers over your nipple against your bra. You closed your eyes when he groped your boobs while playing with your nipples. You felt so dizzy and leaned backward to him. “Let out your voice, let me hear it.” He cooed.

You opened your eyes to see what Yoongi did to you and your heart thumped so fast when he pulled down your bra and let out your boobs out, completely bare for him. “Baby, they are so soft.” Yoongi was too into playing with your chest that his eyes just focused on your boobs. He suddenly groped your boobs harder made you let out a loud moan as you whimpered, “Oppa,”

Yoongi felt his heart about to bursted when you called him like that with out of breath. “Yes baby.” He kissed your neck and fondled your boobs. He thought he had fallen in love with your boobs, he captivated with the way it fits his hand. The way your nipples got hard the moment he touched it made him aroused.

Yoongi traveled his hands down to the place he was always being craved for, your pussy. Your breath hard when yoongi grazed his finger on your panties. “Oppa,” Yoongi bites his lips as his eyes scanned your lewd expression in the mirror, you were so cute yet so sexy. Yoongi bite your neck softly as he nibbled through your skin, his hand made their ways into your panties.

Your mouth hangs opened when he did that but you didn’t stop him. You didn't why but it feels so good, his fingers played inside your pussy, you didn't know what he did or how but when he touched a particular part inside of your private part and his another fingers shoved inside of yoh, you shuddered before something rushed out from you. “You cum, baby?”

Yoongi chuckled as he continued to play with your clit with his thumb and shoved his two fingers inside your hole. You gasped for air, you hold his biceps, “W-what is cum?” You asked him, innocently.

“It is when you reached your orgasm, princess.” He replied, didn't even make yourself embarrassed for not knowing it. “It’s okay, you didn’t have to feel guilty, I’m happier if you reached your orgasm multiple when you did this with me.”

You arched your back when Yoongi fiddled your clit and curled his fingers just at the right spot while his other hand fondled your boobs, which had made her drowsy. Your hands fall from yoongi's biceps and accidentally dropped on the hard things that had been poked your back. Sometimes you felt it too when yoongi hugged you. You can't help but want to fist it but halted your action when yoongi left your right breast and hold your wrist. “Don’t, y/n.”

You sucked in deep breath when yoongi’s stern voice warned you. “I want to touch it,”

Even you replied so quietly but it was loud enough for Yoongi to hear it and your response made Yoongi nearly choked his saliva, you didn't even shutter when you said it. “What?”

You turned your head back to your boyfriend to take a good look at his face. “You touch mine.” You pouted. Yoongi burst to smile when you looked at him with puppy eyes. “You can’t, princess. I don't think I can hold myself if you did that.”

“Why? You dont need to hold yourself,” you whispered as you fiddled your hand.

“If I dont hold myself than I will be fucking you the next second.”

The word ‘fucking’ gained your attention, “What is that?” You looked up to yoongi but his eyes on your boobs, you can't help but want to cover it but yoongi hold your hands as he planted a kiss on your pouty lips.

“It means, I will insert this...” Yoongi answered as his eyes looked down at his massive bulge and the same goes for your eyes. “...inside your hole baby,”

Then, the feelings of Yoongi’s fingers inside of you came to your mind. If it feels as good as it then you want to try it. “I-I want that, oppa.”

Once again, you shocked him. Your face read innocence but not your words. You slowly put your small palm on the bulge under Yoongi’s boxer. “Oh shit-” Yoongi cursed and squinted his eyes shut before he looked at you again.

“Are you sure, baby?” Yoongi wasnt hesitate at all until there he somehow thought if he should be doing this. “Yes.” You were so confirm that you wanted him, your boyfriend to teach you about adult stuff. You wanted him to do it with you.

“On your knees, princess.”

His command paused your thought but you deliberately still followed him and raised from the bed to the floor. Your boobs bounced as you plopped yourself down and Yoongi swears he could just go crazy by looking at that full boobs of yours. Yoongi stood up as he pulled his boxer and let his massive cock sprung out proudly right in front of your face.

You were shocked to see how big he looked. The tip of it came out with white fluid, Yoongi sat back on the bed and looked down at you. “Here, suck this baby.” Yoongi grabbed the base of his cock as he nudged them near your lips.

You were so anxious about the fact you don't know how to suck it. Yoongi noticed your apprehensive, “it’s okay, princess. I will guide you.” You looked up to yoongi, guided both of your palms on his massive cock. Yoongi hissed due to the contact, you looked up, afraid you were hurting him. “No, princess. I like it, take them in your hands, and just rub it up and down” Your eyes never left his cock, your mind was wondering if was the actually normal size for man. You captivated the white-almost clear liquid coming out from the slit of his tip, the shaft was red and veiny. 

Yoongi trembled with excitement when you wrapped your hands around his cock, slowly cockwarming it. You looked up to him and smiled as you perceived the faintest of flushes creeping up his face and his reaction explained how much he liked it even when you barely started.

Yoongi drew in a quick breath, even you just barely touched him. He didnt think it will impact him so much. You saw how yoongi reacted to your touch, it was the same as you, he fisted his palms, tried to fight the urge to grabbed the back of your head and just fucked your pretty mouth senselessly. “here suck this baby”

You recalled that Yoongi asked you to suck it earlier but now he wanted you to just rub it. You thought maybe he tried to hold himself as he said, you mindlessly as you licked the white liquid that comes off from the tip. “oh! shit-” Yoongi felt his stomach coiling, his cock twitched in her palms. He didnt thought you will give him kitten lick even he didnt ask. When Yoongi looked down, he can see the tip of his cock disappearing in your mouth that was already full. You struggled to bob her head up and down, his cock hitting the back of your throat, you gagged in return.

Yoongi ran his fingers through your hair, grasped a handful of your hair. Yoongi threw his head back, grunted. “Yes… Yes, princess… Keep doing that… Keep doing that to me.” His breathing was getting heavy, panting almost. “You have no idea what you do to me, baby…” Yoongi bit his lips, trying to suppress himself from bending you over the bed, craved to fuck your sweet pussy from behind.

“Am I doing good, oppa?” You stopped sucking, but your hands keep pumping his shaft. You looked up with you pretty eyes that were enough to make him cum right then and there.

“Yes baby you did it so good, it feels so good, baby... You such a good girl.” Yoongi praised you, caressed your head with fondness despite how sinful you looked at the moment. Yoongi noticed how you clenched your legs and it hit him. You liked to be praised.

"You looked so beautiful sucking my cock like that," he breathes while thrusting his hips on your mouth roughly. You teared up as yoongi kept hitting the back of your mouth. He breathes rather fast, in shallow pants. He stopped thrust his hips for a good second in her warm throat, gagged her. You desperately squeezed yoongi's thigh so that he pulled away as you gasped for breath. Your saliva covered his throbbing cock as it trailed down to your chin. Yoongi looked down on you, rubbed your cheeks tenderly, he had to make sure he will remember how wrecked and messed up you looked after took his cock.

You once again took his big cock in your mouth while playing with his balls. “F-fuck” Your mouth was slobbery from all the spit and pre-cum dripping down your chin. “Shit! Fuck! Baby… Baby, I’m going to cum! Fuck!”

You opened your mouth wide, pumped his cock rapidly,sprinted his orgasm. “Fuck!” Yoongi groaned wildly, his cum spraying all over your face and some in her mouth. You hollowed her cheeks, whimpered every time Yoongi thrusted his hips with his hands gripped your hair firmly to keep you with his pace. You pulled away just to give his cock a sloppy kiss with your saliva covered your lips, trailed down to her chin. Yoongi supported his upper body with his elbow, you looked up to him and his lewd expression caused moans to slip past your throat.

Yoongi jerked his cock a couple more times, milking all of it out. His shoulders heaved as he panted, you took a second to glance up at Yoongi and damn he looked so fucking hot, absolutely fucked out. You dropped your hands from his cock and stuck out your tongue, gave him your innocent eyes.

Yoongi stood up from the bed before he pulled you up from the floor and pushed you on the bed. “Oppa-” You were cut off with Yoongi’s lips on yours, his hand roamed over your tits, pinched and twisted your nipple. You moaned against the kiss, without warning Yoongi shoved his tongue inside of your mouth. The kiss got passionate and sloppy each second, it was completely different than how you both used to kiss.

Yoongi ceased the kiss, rested his forehead with yours. You opened your eyes to see his handsome face stared down at you, he raised from your body before tugging down your panties. You avoided Yoongi’s gaze on you when he eyed your panties that were covered with a big pool of your wetness. “Look at me, y/n.”

Instantly, you obeyed him. You let out a loud moaned when Yoongi shoved his fingers inside your hole, unnoticed. You wriggled under his touch but Yoongi holds your thighs firmly to stop you. “I need to prep you first baby,” You gasped when yoongi pushed his finger out and inside of you. Your walls so wet and slick and it was so easy for Yoongi to slip his fingers inside your pussy.

Yoongi eyed you, look so wrecked with messy hair and your face glistening under the dim lights. Yoongi guided his tip against the lips of your pussy, teased you. You opened your eyes as you looked down, you scared yet so excited to have Yoongi’s big cock inside of you but you want to cum again. You somehow love the feeling and when yoongi stared at you, you can't help but want more.

You whimpered when Yoongi finally pushed the tip of his member inside of you. It was even half but you felt so full. "Baby, shhh, shhh, it's okay, hm?" Yoongi whispered near your ear, persuaded you as he stroked your cheek with tenderness, wipe away the fallen tears as he slowly pushed his cock into your tight pussy. The way it stretched was so painful, way more painful, and the fact his dick was so fucking thick didn't sit right on you.

"Yoongi," you cried, pleaded at him. You grabbed him closer as his broad chest met your swollen boobs, your nipples grazed slowly to Yoongi’s chest made him let out groans. "Y-You're--aahh! You're too big!"

Yoongi kissed you as he tried to distract you from the pain. However he didnt say if he dont felt proud of how you said his cock was too big for you. Yoongi bites his lip as he went deeper, felt your pussy clench around his member tighter. "Yeah? My cock is too big for you, huh?" Yoongi chuckled. “I know you can handle it, princess. You are my good girl."

Squirming at his words, Yoongi saw you rolled your eyes, awaken something beneath him. Without any warning at all, he shoved his whole length in, making your legs shuddered. "Ah--!"

Yoongi starts to thrust in and out of your pussy at a nice, normal pace while scrutinizing your reaction. "Look at me baby, look at me," he whispered, taking your chin on his fingers as he tilted your head up. He aroused and thrilled when his eyes locked with your big, desperate ones. Your face flushed, your legs began to shake, your lips were swollen with all of the lip bites.

"Oh, baby you're so fucking pretty," Yoongi muttered, pulling his cock all the way out before shoving it back in, making you moan loudly. Your pussy involuntarily clenched by his action, occurred in him growled. "Fuck," he cursed, closing his eyes for a brief minute, "Clench your pussy like that one more time around me and watch..."

You were so aroused by his low tone voices and his words somehow provoked you, even more, disregarded his warning, you tightened your pussy around his cock, squeezing him with all your might.

Yoongi gasped, he bit his lips hard, stimulated by your action, his eyes changed darker as his whole demeanor switched. Yoongi pulled out and wrapped his arms around your waist before flipping your body over from the missionary position. "Yoongi-"

"I warned you." he groaned, making you moaned when he shoved his whole length in without warning. He plunged deeper in you, feeling his tip continuously hit the sensitive places inside your walls. He hits your g-spot so nonstop, you turned light-headed as you can’t conceal your loud and whiny moans.

He gave a harsh spank on your ass, a whimper escaping out from your lips. "You want to act like that, hmm? That's how you wanna play? Even it is your first time?" Yoongi chuckled as he stared at your body trembled under him, indicated that you were still not used to his size.

"I'm not going to go easy on you, princess" Yoongi leaned down, gave you a harsh, deep thrust that you can feel right up in your stomach. "Take my big cock like a good girl, yeah? Before I destroy this perfect little pussy until you can't take it no more."

𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒋𝒐𝒐𝒏

❀ -Fluff   ❦- Smut   ☾- Angst   

One-shots 

➵ Serendipity ❀

➵ Everything slow ❀, ❦

➵ Tigerboy  ❦

➵ this ain’t ordinary life  ❦, ☾

➵ behind closed doors  ❦, ☾

➵ Bloom ❀,❦,☾

➵ The Rich Man’s Crochet Club  ❀, ❦

➵ the moment pleasantly frightful ❦

➵ Glasses-clad Boy ❀, ❦

➵ Suitors ❀, ❦

➵ Plenty of Fish ❀

➵ photobooth ❀, ❦

➵ In Heat ❦

➵ Underneath the Diamond Sky ❀, ❦

➵ Brooklyn Is Burning ❦,☾

➵ The Body Through Time ❦,☾

➵ bitten & knotted (ft. Hoseok) ❀, ❦

➵ rental ❀, ❦ 

➵ Inside My Mind ❀, ❦ 

➵ The Making of: Love ❀, ❦

➵ guilty as charged ❦ 

➵ haze ❦,☾ 

➵ The Take-Home Test ❀, ❦ 

➵ The Stand-In ❦,☾

➵ see both sides like chanel (ft. Hoseok) ❀,❦,☾

➵ artificial heart ❀, ❦ 

➵ venezia ❦ 

➵ catnapped ❀, ❦, ☾

➵ give and take ❀, ❦

➵ thou shall not harm ❦, ☾

➵ Love Language ❀, ❦

➵ Castaways ❀, ❦, ☾ 

➵ all aboard! ❦

➵ into the woods ❀, ❦

➵ The Stranger I Met On The Bus ❀, ❦, ☾

➵ Dark Horse ❀, ❦, ☾

➵ rotten ❦

➵ Let the Villain Win ❦, ☾

➵ sexual healing ❦ 

➵ kiss my soul ❦

➵ in neverland ❀, ❦, ☾

➵ there was a bug ❀, ❦, ☾

➵ 00-Beginning-Shift ❦, ☾

➵ One Thousand and One ❀, ❦, ☾

➵ power ❀, ❦, ☾

➵ hard, harder, hardest ❦ 

➵ English Literature ❦ 

➵ Mile High ❀, ❦

➵ Midnight Wishes ❀, ❦

Series

➵ The Runaways (6/6) ❦, ☾

➵ Passionfruit (4/4)  ❦, ☾

➵ War Lords (ft. Hoseok) (3/3)  ❦, ☾

➵ little one (3/3) ❀, ❦, ☾

➵ Behind the Lens (2/2) ❀, ❦, ☾

➵ What Am I To You? (2/2) ❀, ❦, ☾

➵ More Than Anything Else (2/2) ❀, ❦, ☾

𝑱𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒌

❀ -Fluff ❦- Smut ☾- Angst

One-shots

➵ Since Day One❦, ❀

➵ Lonely Hearts Club ❦, ☾

➵ Stay Quiet ❦, ❀

➵ What’s Mine is Mine ❦

➵ money, power, respect (ft. Taehyung) ❦, ☾

➵ The Sea Watcher ❀, ❦

➵ Curiosity ❦

➵ the devil’s change up ❀, ❦

➵ Altar Boy ❦

➵ The Blue Princess and her Red Rose ❀, ❦, ☾

➵ After Dark ❦

➵ Switch Lanes ❀, ❦

➵ Play Pretend ❦, ☾

➵ koopid (ft. Namjoon) ❦

➵ Lupine ❀, ❦

➵ tell me no lies ❀, ❦, ☾

➵ Rottenfolk ❦, ☾

➵ Microwave (Mis)adventures ❀, ❦, ☾

➵ cinnabar (dessert for two) ❦

➵ way down in bed stuy ❦, ☾

➵ Rigor Mortis ❀, ❦, ☾

➵ in the dark (ft. Jimin) ❦

Series

➵ fatal attraction (5/8) ❦, ☾

➵ into the woods (3/3) ❀, ❦, ☾

➵ Comfort Inn Ending (7/7) ❦, ☾

➵ Wanted (6/6) ❀, ❦

➵ two rotten apples (4/?) ❦, ☾

➵ Room For Dessert (4/4) ❦, ☾

➵ Lust & Errors (5/?) ❦, ☾

➵ just friends (3/3) ❦, ☾

➵ instant gratification (3/3) (ft. Jimin) ❀, ❦, ☾

➵ every breath you take (3/3) ❦, ☾

➵ falling into you (6/?) ❀, ❦, ☾

➵ a well-oiled machine (2/2) ❀, ❦, ☾

➵ Paralian (2/2) ❀, ❦, ☾

overview:

I enjoyed reading this so much!! I completely relate to the mc and her insecurities and I love the way @miscelunaaa puts it into words perfectly! I love yoongi’s characterization and their interactions. and the angst is oh so delicious! I’m such a slut for mutual oblivious pining. excited to read part 2!

spoiler review and reactions under the cut:

ok listen just hear me out for one second, the section about the steam wand made me immediately think about a tiktok where a barista is like “things that seem inappropriate at work: cleaning the steam wand” and then he proceeds to jack the steam wand off with a rag I CAN’T HELP IT I’M SORRY

“weird, he answered after two rings” 😏😏 tee hee

I find it so cute how they call the new baristas their babies 😢

“you thought you’d been stone cold about this crush; that you’d been nothing but professional and courteous. instead you’d gotten caught by all of your coworkers. how had they even known you were staring? you were trying to be as inconspicuous as possible by doing cleaning tasks!” IF THIS AIN’T ME

“yes. literally everyone knows. even regulars. the cute little old guy who brings in his newspaper every morning? he’s asked me about it, and how could I lie to him? seokjin, that hot dilfy lawyer? he knows. he ships the shit out of y’all. he says that when y’all get married he’ll give you a discount on your wills and powers of attorney.” this is hilarious I am all the way here for oblivious mutual pining that is so obvious to others

I love the way you describe the mc’s insecurities and the way she deflects. it’s a great insight into the way she thinks and creates a nice background for angst ☺️

“jimin, if that floor back there isn’t sparkling, i’m making you lick it clean.” he gives you a simpering look of mockery. “promise?” bro 😂

“there’s no way this man would be into someone like you; not with your ample figure and your jaded attitude.” I feel like it’s rarely mentioned how being/feeling overweight can lead to you developing this negative mindset that just affects almost everything that you do, and how it makes you self-deprecate so often that those around you start to feel weird. and then you start to feel bad about feeling bad and it’s just this vicious cycle you know? love how you touched on this!

“I appreciate that. and I ... I appreciate you.” he murmurs the words, but he’s so close you hear them loud and clear.” hehehehehehe 😏

“in a blink, yoongi has his hands on the counter on either side of your hips, and he’s leaning into your space even further.” YESSSSS I’m such a slut for the arm cage thing

“can I kiss you?” asking 👏 for 👏 consent 👏 is 👏 sexy 👏

“it’s as if he really does want you.” “that this was too much? that someone like him being attracted to you felt like a lie? a cruel joke?” ouchie 😢 this is perfectly put, really captures the essence of the internal monologue and the disbelief and internalized negative self talk

“isn’t this the dream? to have some beautiful man who is way out of your league decide that you are in fact, contrary to your preconceived notions, within his league? if this is the dream, then why does it hurt like this?” THIS. THIS RIGHT HERE. it’s so weird to be with someone who you are convinced is too good for you! and even though you have them it still hurts cause you just have all this self hate. I’ve never read something that puts this feeling into words so well!

“your thoroughness is so attractive to him. it’s something he’d immediately noticed about you.” I love this detail, it shows how when you like someone you find very specific things about them attractive

“places a hand at the small of your back” *feral snarling*

“that you have a magnetic strip instead of a knife block—or worse, a drawer—” me, keeping my knives in a drawer: 🙃

“fuck, it’s so sexy that you know exactly what you’re doing both here. he loves it when someone works with confidence.” yessss this is so true! I totally think yoongi would find this attractive too

I love how yoongi cleans up and leaves a sweet note

I love the interactions between the two of them! great job author I’m so ready to read more!

give yourself a try 1 | myg

pairing: yoongi x plus-sized female reader

genre: colleagues to lovers, angst, smut, mutual pining, coffee shop au

summary: You’ve got an enormous crush on Yoongi, the machine tech, and, if Jimin is to be believed, the feeling is mutual. A broken espresso machine and a snow storm are all it takes to bring everything crashing down around you.

rating: 18+ for sexual content and difficult subject matter. Minors: Do Not Interact.

word count: 9.6k

warnings: frequent POV changes. reader is insecure about her body and has a lot of internalized fatphobia. thirst. mutual pining. making out in public. yoongi’s hands. melt downs and panic attacks. awkward silences. reader is bad at feelings. swearing. hinted/referenced angsty back story. reader is skilled but neurotic in the kitchen and it’s a very big turn on for a certain machine tech. more warnings to come with second part.

notes: I started writing this fic during the Made by BTS merch drops because I, among others, felt excluded by the clothing sizes offered. There’s a lot that goes into garment manufacture and sizing and design; I could legitimately write an essay on this. But now isn’t the time for an essay. Today, we’re going to focus on breaking down some personal walls. This shit might be heart-heavy for some, so tread with care. This is the most vulnerable thing I have ever written; I hope you find something worthwhile here.

notes 2: An enormous thank you to the possums, especially @reliablemitten and @thatlongspringnight, who have been here every step of the way for the writing of this fic. And then another huge thank you to Husbeard for beta-reading and also putting up with me as I became progressively more anxious with the approaching posting time. I would not be here without the support of these incredible people. I owe them so much and hope to return their kindnesses in kind some day.

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With the way that your boss talked about this machine, you thought it was destined to be the perfect piece of equipment. No unreliable bells and whistles, no finicky cleaning or maintenance, not fusses, nothing. Just a beautiful machine that hummed along with the ebb and flow of customers.

But of course, this wasn’t the case at all. This new machine had been your worst enemy and nightmare wrapped into one sleek fifteen thousand dollar package.

You’ve only been working in this shop for a few months. Were it not for the convenient location and the fact that it paid unusually well, you would have likely quit already. Instead, you’d been able to get off your friend’s couch and rent the tiny corner unit down the hall. All the while, you and your small cohort of coworkers continued to press on, knowing full well that even if the owner was incompetent, at least you had each other.

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older/underrated kim taehyung fic recs

hiii! i decided to compile some older, or less known kim taehyung fics (precisely, 75). alternatively, this is a list of fics that i think definitely need more love since they are phenomenal! (i have also included series that are not finished, some might never be finished, but they are still great!) 

happy late tete day!

ONESHOTS AND DRABBLES: 

master of california (18k) - @atinybrew

pairing: musician and hippie!taehyung x oc (f.) genre: fluff, smut, angst, retro!bts, rockstar!bts, hippie!bts summary: driving around the country to perform at woodstock, you and your cosmic mate, taehyung, visit some old friends. 

remember this (12k) - @yoohtae

pairing: rich!taehyung x wedding planner!oc (f.) genre: angst, fluff, wedding planner au summary: “As long as I remember you, you will never be lost to me. You will never be lost again.”

dalliance (11.7k) - @jvnghxope

pairing: vampire!taehyung x vampire hunter!oc (f.) genre: angst, smut, vampire au summary: The Association sends you to your first mission alone and you encounter a Pureblood ⎯a race you believed were extinct⎯  who is in the mood to play.

nightcall (6.3k) - @cosmostae

pairing: yandere!taehuyng x oc (f.) genre: angst, smut, romance, yandere au (but not completely) summary: Somebody always calls you at night but never speaks when you pick up the phone. You do not know his name or what he looks like but you’re aware that he knows your name, where you live and your personal information - enough for him to transfer a staggering amount of money to your bank account on a weekly basis.

the crimson prince (19.9k) - @scriptaed 

pairing: vampire!taehyung x oc (f.)  genre: angst, smut, apocalypse au, vampire au summary: In a society ridden of law and order, a rising epidemic brings forth a mass of intellectually driven bloodsuckers. With havens housing the dead and bloodbaths staining homes, you begin to believe Taehyung is all that you need and you are all that he needs; nothing would hurt more than to be torn from your only loved one, but that’s just the crimson string of fate’s specialty.

slip through the seams (21.8k)- @deerguk

pairing: idol and semi-soulmate!taehyung x semi-soulmate!oc (f.) genre: angst, smut, fluff, semi-soulmates au, seam traveler au  summary: your locomotion is not that of a nornal human being, rather it is to the extent of physically being able to transport from one place to another. Normally, your seams slip you into locations that you are familiar with, but when you unexpectedly happen upon the appartment of Kim Taehyung, in Seoul, South Korea - your ability that you have always deemed a curse begins to feel more like a blessing in disguise.  

a handful of firsts (3.6k) - @yuhdongsaeng

pairing: idol!taehyung x trainee!oc (f.) genre: angst, smut, fluff summary: love in flashes and handfuls of firsts and things that never last.

synthesis (3.1k) - @jincherie

pairing: chimera!taehyung x oc (f.) genre: angst, horror, chimera!au, experiment!Taehyung, chimera!Taehyung summary: Against the stark white of the laboratory walls, Taehyung was red, and Taehyung was pink. He was a boy as innocent as you’d once been and utterly, irrevocably wholly undeserving of the cruel fate the universe had bestowed upon him.

100 ways to say i love you (3k) - @scriptmin

pairing: rebound!taehyung x oc (f.) genre: angst, smut, college!au summary: “Are you sure?” 

soothsayer (1.3k) - @versigny 

pairing: vampire!taehyung x oc (f.) genre: fluff, angst summary: -

rubies and roses (40k) - @min-youngis

pairing: kind of rich!taehuyng x professional fake girlfriend!oc (f.) genre: angst, fluff, smut, romance,fake dating au summary: Being a fake girlfriend slash fiancée slash wife for hire is a very lucrative business, one which you’ve come to depend on to pay your rent and your student loans. It’s easy; all you have to do is smile, simper and flash a ring at a client’s nagging relatives or interfering friends. However, none of your previous clients have needed your services for three months. None of your previous clients have been Kim Taehyung, who wants access to his trust fund and thinks he can convince his parents that he can be responsible with it by proving that he can hold down a mature, completely normal and not-at-all fake relationship. And you? You’re a professional. A party where you dupe his friends, you can do. A brunch to convince his parents is easy. But this isn’t any job, and the boundaries between customer and something more are about to get increasingly blurry.Spoiler Alert: The degree of fake-ness is inversely proportional to the amount of time you spend together. Also, there was only one bed.

no bluberries (12.3k) - @gyukult

pairing: artist!taehuyng x oc (f.) genre: angst, fluff, smut, romance, college!au summary: taehyung gets his heartbroken to the point he doesn’t even love his favorite fruit, blueberries, anymore. then he meets you, the complete opposite of the girl of his dreams, and suddenly, blueberries taste sweet again.

the exam (21.4k) - @threeletterslife

pairing: taehuyng x oc (f.) genre: angst, fluff, dystopian au, utopian au summary: Three societies. Two dead lovers. One test. In a world that prioritizes intelligence and the ability to regurgitate textbook information, will you choose love and poverty or splendor and solitude?

somewhere beyond the sky (1k) - @sugaurora 

pairing: younger!taehyung x older!oc (f.) genre: fluff, angst summary: Tonight you were going to end things with Taehyung for good. For his sake.

the silver one (11k) - @prolixitae

pairing: jewelry salesman!taehyung x top!oc (f.) genre: smut summary: you didn’t mean to swipe right but now you’re sleeping with a hot jewelry salesman who makes fun of bottoms as much as you do.

across cyber space (9.2k) - @goldenjulychild

pairing: taehyung x cam girl!oc (f.) genre: smut, fluff, angst summary: It is normal to have lots of admirers in your life of work, but the user strawberrylover312 is not simply one of them. As your relationship builds so does your doubt about him being too perfect to be true. After all, it is impossible to find true love across cyber space, right?

danse macabre (13.7k) - @sugaxjpg

pairing: vampire!taehyung x newborn vampire!oc (f.) genre: smut, angst, horror, vampire au summary: As a newborn vampire, you still have a lot to learn ― fortunately, someone is very happy to teach. “Step number one: pick your prey.”

between us and infinity (35.7k) - @scriptaed​

pairing: soulmate and street performer!taehyung x oc (f.) genre: angst, fluff, soulmate au summary: Place two strangers together and give them seven days to fall in love, and they will be soulmates for the rest of eternity, otherwise, neither of the two will come to love anyone ever again; The Seven Days Countdown has always been an old wives tale to you and nothing more, but all of that changes once you meet Kim Taehyung in the midst of a crowd of thousands. From then on, your life is thrown into a race against time, not only on a mission to beat the clock in falling in love with the renowned heartthrob, but also on a quest to make him fall in love with you.

sacrilege (5.2k) - @writingseoul 

pairing: sun god!taehyung x sacrifice!oc (f.) genre: smut, angst summary: -

we touched the sun (20k) - @kidguk

pairing: ghost!taehyung x oc (f.), past!yoongi x oc genre: fluff, angst, slow burn, kinda?? friends to lovers summary: for the first time in a year, a pair of eyes stare right into his and then a chance encounter in autumn bleeds into eternity 

he decided (26.2k) - @aiimaginesbts

pairing: lord!taehuyng x oc (f.) genre: angst, smut, fluff, historical au, japanese period au summary: -

paint me (13k) - @yoonjinkooked

pairing: painter!taehuyng x writer!oc (f.) genre: smut, fluff, strangers to lovers au summary: Writing is difficult. Incredibly, torturously difficult, if you’re being honest. Still riding the waves of your first best seller, you struggle to find the time, energy and inspiration to write again. Your publisher insists that you step away from the craziness of it all and you take his suggestion, renting a tiny, semi-secluded house in Tuscany, ready to spend some time with yourself and your old, nearly broken down laptop. The house comes with its ups and downs. Down - the water pressure is horribly weak. Up - the owner, the famous painter Kim Taehyung, is happy to help.

5 times he said i love you (5k) - @n3onguts

pairing: taehuyng x oc (f.) genre: angst, smut, fluff, slice of life summary: different versions of ‘i love you’ told throughout the course of a relationship.

can’t flaunt what’s not yours (6k) - @turtletaemin

pairing: fuck buddy!taehuyng x oc (f.) genre: angst, smut, fluff, fuck buddies au summary: -

the end of all things (and the beginning of us)  (4.3k) - @kidguk

pairing: ghost!taehyung x oc (f.), past!yoongi x oc genre: smut, angst, fluff, apocalypse au summary: the end of the world has come and passed, but there is still much to live for. there’s hope, there’s tomorrow, and there’s that guy you met while scavenging for supplies in an abandoned cinema. turns out he hates being alone, and the feeling is mutual.

across a lifetime (29.1k) - @jeonggukingdom

pairing:  time traveler and criminal!taehyung x oc (f.) x jungkook genre: smut, angst, fluff, sci-fi, criminal au, time-travel au summary: In your world only a few rules exist: don’t reveal your true identity to anyone, kill or be killed and, most importantly, do not get caught. It only takes a few moments for the scale to be tipped to the wrong side, for the fine equilibrium to be easily ruptured by an inexplicable turn of events and for you to lose the only person that ever mattered to you. With the love of your life lost in the distant past, you are left with only one option: get caught.

desiderium (7.4k) - @jeonggukingdom

pairing: taehyung x oc (f.) genre: smut, phone-sex operators au summary: “Did you just look me up and down and then bite your lip? ‘Cause if you did we’re having sex. Right now.”  +  “You want to watch me do what?“

temporized (5.4k) - @bloomyg

pairing: roommate!taehyung x oc (f.) genre: smut, roommate au summary: time is agonizingly slow, especially when most of it is spent sexually longing after your new roommate

falling, falling (13.9k) - @alpacaparkaseok

pairing: slytherin!taehuyng x gryffindor!oc (f.) genre: angst, romance, hogwarts au, enemies to lovers au summary: “I have loathed you since I first laid eyes on you.”“Likewise.”

the truth untold (20k) - @iamtaekooked

pairing: roommate!taehuyng x oc (f.) genre: romance, angst, fluff, light smut, enemies to lovers au, roommate au summary: When your roommate Min Yoongi decides to move, leaving you alone with Kim Taehyung you don’t know how you will survive. Kim Taehyung is a grade A-fuckboy with zero manners. He play’s games at god-awful hous in the morning, watches porn like no one’s business, makes sex jokes– in short he’s everything you despise. But one night he asks you to dance with him and that’s when everything changes.

priestess and serpent (16.6k) - @kpopisthereasonihavenolife

pairing: serpent prince!taehuyng x priestess!oc (f.) genre: angst, romance, royal au, fantasy au, arranged marriage au summary: When he was born, Prince Taehyung was marked as the Serpent King’s Descendant with the mark of scales on his chest to prove it. As he grew up, he was appointed a playmate who would soon be training in the royal shrine as a maiden because of her unusually large spiritual power. They were pronounced engaged when Taehyung was just shy of his teenage years by royal command and he did nothing to fight the arrangement.  Now, you’re a grown woman and head of the shrine as the Center Priestess and devotee to the shrine and royal family with a heart filled almost too full of love for your future husband-to-be. When the wedding is announced and a ball is held in an advanced celebration you wonder, does your fiancé really want to marry you? Or is he just following his father’s royal orders? You don’t know what your heart can’t take more: the idea of being rejected and unloved, or never knowing the true feelings of Prince Taehyung’s heart.

poetry of the stars (25.4k) - @jjiimin

pairing: former best friend’s brother!taehuyng x oc (f.) genre: fluff, angst, enemies to lovers, best friend’s brother au summary: yn and her family are social pariahs a year after her older brother confessed to the murder of his secret girlfriend, who was also yn's best friend. with normalcy as a thing of the past, all yn wants is to work through the summer and save up enough money to leave her town forever. but what happens when the job she gets hired for means working alongside the brother of the friend she lost?

planning ahead (2.7k) - @dovechim

pairing: Taehyung x oc (f.) genre: smut, established relationship summary: technology has reached its peak when taehyung gets notified of your ovulation dates through his phone. baby making sex is so much easier when all he has to do is convince you to let him put in just the tip, and rely on your hormones to do the rest. you call him a sly fox. taehyung thinks it’s just planning ahead.

class president! taehyung (1.1k) - @oilblotter (deactivated)

pairing: class prezident!taehyung x oc (f.) genre: angst summary: classprez!tae has a crush on you but the harder you fall for him the more he falls out of liking you but he's so nice abt it you can't even be mad.

new tricks (10.1k) - @geniuslab

pairing: dog trainer!Taehyung x oc (f.) genre: fluff, smut, angst, dog trainer au, friends to lovers au summary: When your newly adopted puppy turns out to be a lot more work than you expected, a cute dog trainer comes to the rescue. You soon become friends, but you begin to realize friendship might not be all you want.

bibliotheque (15k) - @joonbird

pairing: rival and libriarian!taehyung x oc (f.)   genre: smut, fluff, college au, college rivals au, librarian!tae summary:  You are at the very top of your college cohort, an A grade student on the fast track to a life of success. You know the answers to everything, or at least you think you do. That is until you meet quirky genius Kim Taehyung.

fame and surrender (18.4k) - @taendrils

pairing: rockstar!taehuyng x oc (f.) genre: angst, smut, rockstar au, 90s setting au summary: ever the curious cat, you cannot say no when notorious rockstar V extends an invitation to get to know him better after your televised interview, skin to skin, you become acquainted, and you end up discovering what really goes on behind the scenes in the forms of glistening bodies and alcohol stains on your curves. 

little dove (14k) - @yminie

pairing: werewolf!Taehyung x werewolf!oc (f.) genre: smut, angst, werewolf au summary: The best things always show up when you least expect them.

so i can have you (8.7k) - @anyaaniyo

pairing: fox demon!Taehyung x oc (f.) genre: smut, fluff, loosely inspired by Inuyasha and Yu Yu Hakusho summary: -

sonofApollo!Taehyung x daughterofPoseidon!reader (3k) - @hayjeon

pairing: sonofApollo!Taehyung x daughterofPoseidon!reader (f.) genre: fluff, angst, greek god au, brother’s best friend au summary: -

agate (1k) - @bangtanpromptsfics

pairing: idol!taehyung x oc (f.) genre: fluff, established relationship summary: a selfcare night with your boyfriend

 SERIES (FINISHED):

worshippers of the sky (35k) - @jimlingss

​pairing: sacrifice!taehyung x goddess of weather!oc (f.) genre: angst, fluff, romance, god au summary: He wonders why the sky does not cry for him. After all, he is a sacrifice to a god whose name everyone has forgotten. A god who controls weather through emotions. 

pulse (84.7k) - @rohobi

pairing: taehyung x oc (f.) genre: angst, smut, medical au, parent au summary: You fell in love with Kim Taehyung during Medical School. Now living totally different lives in completely different hospitals, you’re pulled together again as if by fate during a code black when someone plants a bomb in your hospital.

in search of aurora borealis (53.2k) - @cutaepatootie

pairing: wildling!Taehyung x princess!oc (f.) genre: smut, fluff, angst, fantasy au summary: In which a young Princess of Greyria has to exchange her freedom for the sake of her kingdom, and marry a quiet and mysterious wildling whose eyes were made for contemplating the Aurora Borealis.

one good purr (deserves another one) (31.9k) - @jinpire

pairing: foc shifter!Taehyung x shifter!oc (f.) genre: fluff, smut, college au, shifter au  summary: Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to visit Taehyung just before your heat. (Or to ask if his best friend was available.)

ready or not (45.4k) - @littlemisskookie

pairing: classmate!taehyung x oc (f.) genre: angst, smut, gore, battle royale au summary: As long as he could remember, Taehyung hated you. But his perceptions of you will soon have to change if he hopes to get out of death competition alive.

love so shallow (34.8k) - @jimlingss

pairing: best friend!taehyung x oc (f.) genre: angst, fluff, romance, college au, best friend au summary: As long as he could remember, Taehyung hated you. But his perceptions of you will soon have to change if he hopes to get out of death competition alive. There’s no doubt about it. You’ve always been thirsty. And *ahem, not just for water. Everyone and their mothers knows it and so does your best friend Taehyung. Though, rather than desperate, he’d like to say that you’re naturally bold. Sometimes, he wishes he could be that way too.

in dreams (7.9k) - @shuaffeine-rkive

pairing: taehyung x oc (f.) genre: angst, fluff, soulmate!au summary: and only in dreams, will we be able to meet once again.

don’t breathe - @justoneday-namjoonii

pairing: hitman and stalker!taehuyng x writer!oc (f.) genre: angst, implied smut, fluff, stalker au, hitman au summary: He doesn’t get shaky hands, he never forgets his gloves and he never leaves a trail. He was told to get rid of everyone who witnessed the conversation between a gang lord and a politician, they were picked off, one by one. He found out a month ago, he missed one. A young writer who attended the event where the exchange took place. He has to kill her. Can he do it?

mold me new (30k) - @oftenderweapons

pairing: ceramic artist!taehuyng x divorced!oc (f.) genre: angst, smut, romance, strangers to lovers summary: Divorce is a mess, especially when you’re so young and you had bet your life on your high school crush. All those things you never had to learn are scary now: all those secret rules on social interactions and flirting and dating. And then you start your pottery lessons. Your teacher slowly warms up to you, offering you kind smiles and gentle laughs. Right when fear that your lack in courtship manners might cost you your greatest chance at a new happiness, his lessons indirectly turn into small advice. Suddenly it feels like his hands are shaping your heart into the perfect, beautiful whole you needed. And to show him your gratitude, you’re more than willing to gift the artist his creation.

series of drabbles of sweetest boyfriend taehyung - @taetaespeaches

pairing: idol!taehuyng x oc (f.) genre: angst, smut, fluff, romance, idol au summary: -

when worlds collide (44.8k) - @sope-and-shine 

pairing: moon god!taehuyng x fate!oc (f.) genre: angst, smut, humour, soulmates au, god au, enemies to lovers au summary: Taehyung has spent most of his life ignored by his peers and alone on his barren planet. So when a lonely King reaches out to him in hopes to bring his love to him, how could he ignore his plea? However, it’s not good to mess with fate, and it’s even worse to make the same mistake twice.

daffodil nightmares (34.8k) - @sombreboy

pairing: murder suspect and yandere!taehuyng x therapist!oc (f.) genre: angst, smut, yandere au summary: ‘’Taehyung, you didn’t lose control. You chose to control me instead…“ And he damn well took sick pleasure from the crazed look in his eyes.“I’m not bad.” He convinced himself of this. He wasn’t a bad person. He wasn’t the person in the case files. That was somebody else inside of him.

flavors (18k) - @jjkpls

pairing: co-worker!taehuyng x oc (f.) genre: angst, smut summary: You cannot stand Kim Taehyung. He’s a creep, gross, annoying. Having to work along his side every day tastes like Hell but life is strange and you can’t explain why you allow him to do to you the things he does.

jeweled sea (10k) - @flowerwrites06

pairing: pirate!taehuyng x princess!oc (f.) genre: angst, smut, fluff, pirate au, fantasy au summary: A princess without a kingdom ends up in a pirate ship.

destined to fall (32.6k) - @dat-town

pairing: fallen angel!taehuyng x human!oc (f.) genre: angst, smut, fluff, fallen angel au, reincarnation au, historical au summary: Your love story is a tragedy written with blood throughout the centuries.

forever and a day (31.3k) - @cultleaderyoongi

pairing: ex and photographer!taehuyng x wedding planner!oc (f.) genre: angst, romance, fluff, exes to lovers au summary: You were never one for romance, let alone for weddings, so you were surprised to say the least when your best friend asked you to be her maid of honor. Little did you know that this journey would become your own road to love

comeback home (27.4k) - @another-army-spot

pairing: college student!taehuyng x businesswoman!oc (f.) genre: angst, smut, fluff, exes to lovers au, former teen parents au summary: It’s Parent’s Night at your daughter’s school, and you’re a wReCking ball of anxiety.  Not only do you have to deal with other parents, teachers, and your own horror school memories of your own, you also have to play nice with your daughter’s father.  Instead of butting heads, you and Taehyung work together to comfort each other – in more ways than one.

 SERIES (IN PROGRESS, ON HIATUS, OR DISCONTINUED):

saudade (44k) - @kimvvantae​

pairing: supernatural!taehyung x human!oc (f.) genre: angst, smut (?), soulmate au, supernatural au summary: no one is born to be alone and no one can be complete in oneself - that’s why, in this world, every person has a pair, someone that complements their soul in every aspect. you, however, are an exception to the rule, for the mark on your wrist indicates that your pair has passed away way before you were born.

loving you is all i know (19k) - @jiminrings

pairing: rich taehyung x guardian angel oc (f.) genre: angst, fluff summary: you're taehyung's guardian angel and you'd go to hell and back for him — even if you get nothing in return; even if you never receive the love that you give.

7 rings (28.9k) - @pradaksj​ (series seems to be on hiatus/discontinued)

pairing: richboy!taehyung x scammer and blackmailer!oc (f.) genre: angst, smut, fluff, infiltration au summary: In need of money for your mom’s medical bills, you and your best friend come up with a plan to infiltrate one of Seoul’s richest families, the Kim family. The plan was simple, blackmail, get your money, and disappear, but of course things don’t always go as planned. Especially not with someone like Kim Taehyung.

the last of us (50k) - @gwoongi (series seems to be on     hiatus/discontinued)

pairing: taehyung x oc (f.) genre: angst, smut, zombie apocalypse au summary: You just wanted humanity to survive.

i must still want you (10k) - @filmflowersbangtan  (series seems to be on     hiatus/discontinued)

pairing: childhood friend!taehyung x oc (f.) genre: fluff, angst, smut, childhood friends to lovers!au summary: -

deepest indulgence (8.4k) - @scribblemetae

pairing: sex worker!taehuyng x owner of sex club!oc (f.) genre: angst, smut, cyber punk au, dystopian au, sex worker au summary: The world was a mess. Gangs, violence and rates of poverty were at an all time high since the corporations took over everything. You built your sex house to be a safe place and a sanctuary for the vulnerable, promising to protect. What happened when a famous corpo walked through the door, begging for a job at Deepest Indulgence, the one sex house that wasn’t meant for men like him?

hey, my alien (13.2k) - @kpopisthereasonihavenolife (series on hiatus)

pairing: alien!taehuyng x human!oc (f.) genre: angst, fluff, alien au, hurt/comfort summary: you foolishly help an injured man you find outside your home. against your better judgment, you bring him inside even if he is bleeding beyond belief and you should’ve just taken him to a hospital. it’s only after you drag him into your bathtub and go to clean up the mess of blood staining your entryway do you realize that the blood isn’t red and that this man may not be your friend. and now, you’re stuck with him.

beyond desire (39.1k) - @strwberrytae

pairing: ceo and dom!taehuyng x sub!oc (f.) genre: angst, smut, fluff (?), fifty shades of grey au, ceo au summary: it’s never easy falling for your best friend when you have so much history. it’s especially difficult when you both share the same sexual desires and lifestyle. taehyung is a dominant CEO of a well known company in Seoul and you are an up and coming editor. while both of you come from a troubled and dark past, you lean on each other for support and comfort. what happens as your feelings blossom and grow over the years? what happens when you fear taehyung may be falling in love with someone else? will you confess your feelings or remain in the shadows?

qn (11.1k) - @sintatae

pairing: business analyst!taehuyng x nurse!oc (f.) genre: angst, fluff, neighbours au, mild fake dating au summary: in which you love the night and he loves the day. you’re grumpy, shy, and keep to yourself. while he’s pure joy, fearless and outgoing. you have the makeup to be complete opposites of each other, but it’s in both of your favourite parts of the day, where you realize you’re a lot closer than you thought.

gossamer (63,1k) - @aroseforyoongi

pairing: tiger hybrid!taehuyng x scientist!oc (f.), later on x hybrid!yoongi genre: angst, smut, fluff, hybrid au summary: Experiment 1230, a created hybrid, has been put in your care at the facility you work in. How far are you willing to go to keep him safe from the horrors that await him?

remember me (19.3k) - @ve1vetyoongi (series seems to be on     hiatus/discontinued)

pairing: idol and baker!taehuyng x french baker!oc (f.) genre: angst, smut, fluff, idol au, baker au summary: Taehyung wants to be forgotten. Overwhelmed by his life as idol persona V, he longs to just be Kim Taehyung for once. Even if that means forgetting everything he ever knew.

to hell and back (101k) - @arrianna21 (series seems to be on     hiatus/discontinued)

pairing: demon!taehuyng x human!oc (f.) genre: angst, demon au, hell au summary: Never make a deal with the devil. Easier said than done. Enter the world of demons where things are not what they seem. Friend or foe, nobody knows. When mysterious and strange incidents come out of the darkness, will you be able to escape the depths of Hell alive and at what price?  

mars (18.6k) - @to-star-lake (series on hiatus)

pairing: military captain!taehuyng x oc (f.) genre: angst, smut, ahistorical au, military au, yandere au summary: -

clandestine (86.1k) - @ditzymax  (series seems to be on     hiatus/discontinued)

pairing: brother!taehyung x named oc (f.) x jungkook genre: angst, smut, assasin au, fuckboy au, explicit incest! summary: As a professional assassin, Kim Kinsoo has a lot of shrouded secrets in her life. Some of them she shares openly with her loving boyfriend, but there are many things he must never know…

seasons (4.2k) - @mikrkosmos (series on hiatus)

pairing: boyfriend!taehyung x oc (f.) genre: fluff, slice of life au summary: The Seasons Series follows the relationship between these two people for a year. There will be four installments—Winter, Spring, Summer, and ending with Fall. Each part is also inspired by a song.

50 ways to kiss someone (19k) - @94hixtape (series seems to be on hiatus/discontinued)

pairing: roommate!taehyung x oc (f.) genre: fluff, angst, rooommate au summary: -

children of the universe (5.7k) - @wintaer-bear  (series seems to be on     hiatus/discontinued)​

pairing: child of the moon!taehyung x child of the sun!oc (f.)  genre: fluff, angst, implied smut, fantasy au, creation au summary:  Taehyung is a child of the Moon. You are born to the Sun. The Earth is up for grabs and, as heirs to your kingdoms, it’s up to the two of you design it from it’s blank canvas and decide which astronomical dwelling gets to be the center of the galaxy. May the stronger celestial win.

vancouver sleep clinic (8.6k) - @floralseokjin  (series seems to be on     hiatus/discontinued)​

pairing: taehyung x oc (f.) genre: angst summary:  a hopeless romantic, desperate and quick to fall in love, that’s always the story to your broken heart. Kim Taehyung was no exception. But how can something so wrong fill you with so much love? How can someone like him break your heart and heal it again at the same time…?

lovesick (14k) - @minstrivia (series seems to be on     hiatus/discontinued)

pairing: fuckboy!taehyung x oc (f.) genre: angst, smut, college au, fuckboy au summary: if you want to go to heaven, you should fuck me tonight.