THE WAITER - Chapter 2: DISCLOSURE

THE WAITER - Chapter 2: DISCLOSURE

🍵Let me bring you some tea🍵

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook

Summary:

A supposedly meaningless one night stand

keeps the passion lingering in your veins well after the rendezvous. Destiny plays it's part in putting him back in your life, but it does, too, a former lover.

His growth has given him the confidence to reclaim what he left behind. But "all that glitters isn't gold"and both of them have not so well hidden secrets...

Who will you choose if you choose any? And... At what cost?

Genre/au: Angst, Romance, Slice of life with some action, Smut

Rating: PG 18+, explicit

Word count: 4169

Chapter warnings: possessiveness, secret relationships, past secrets

<<<Chapter 1 | Main list | Chapter 3>>>

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Jimin’s eyes set on you for a second before diverting his attention back to placing the plates on the table. Yours go back to your friend's companion, noticing how he is staring at you with his eyebrows slightly up but relaxes his demeanour as soon as your gaze meets his. 

"Well, have you been waiting long?" she inquires, drawing your attention to her. She seems weirded out, somehow. Guessing it’s because you might be giving a dumbfounded look and  you do your best to compose yourself.

"I'm not sure, I got lost in my thoughts but I don't think it's been long." you reply, meeting her eyes. "Who else is coming? Eunbyeol didn't tell me much about this.  She only said to come here to have lunch and meet up." you explain, trying to make sure there’s no uncomfortable silence without actually mentioning anything that has to do with both of them. Since she hasn’t talked about it, you’re sure she will drag you to the restroom today, at some point. It's kind of her thing since middle school after all.

"Yeah. I think she was being smart, she thought you would say no and she really wanted to do this." she comments, in front of a slightly confused Hoseok. If you are honest with yourself, her last statement is very true. You can only imagine what all this secrecy is about and you wouldn't have come if she'd told you. "I know they wanted to introduce us to some of Namjoon's friends from the university.” ‘There it goes.’ “Something about people from his other circles that she thinks we would get along with–To be honest she was busy, I was busy, and I couldn't get a proper hold on what she was saying, but we get to see them and I'm happy about that." she says. ‘Just a poor excuse to set up a group blind date.’ you think, also taking notice of the fact that Sofie is lying. She knows the exact reason for this but doesn't want to say it in front of Hoseok which makes sense.

What doesn't, is him being here if this is a group blind date. Them being on a date alone wouldn't make much sense either, but the fact that she's going to introduce a guy she had casual sex with, after breaking up with her boyfriend, to her closer group, it's difficult to understand. Very out of how things are done, socially speaking. 

The hosts, Namjoon and Eunbyeol, who are married to each other, have been your best friends for four years and even though they are very understanding, you really doubt they will think it isn’t odd. They wouldn’t frown on Sofie for it, of course, but they would probably think it was best for her to come alone.

However you put it, they are like a romantic novel made flesh and that probably puts some subconscious pressure into finding the right person for the rest of their friends. They weren't a couple back when you met them, but it all was kind of destiny. There was something that always made them cross paths, pushing them together and it was an easy start into a relationship. At this point, they have been married for a year, with no complications from both sides of the family from the very beginning. Although you know Eunbyeol's parents didn't accept her previous boyfriend and she had broken up with him for that reason, with Namjoon it all went smooth.

He is smart, reliable, and a mood himself, while Eunbyeol is sweet, patient, and motherly, which makes them both very easy to talk to and the best people to go to when you need advice. They really set an example for the perfect couple, there's so much understanding, love and respect from both sides that makes you want to have what they have.

"Do they know you brought-" you don't really know how to end the sentence and get caught on that fact. Fuckboys are fuckboys and if popular culture has one thing clear, it is that if you want to build a family you aren't supposed to date someone who is fooling around, for obvious reasons. Dating is meant to be done thinking about the future. This group blind date lunch, that you are practically sure this is what it is, should provide something: husband material to wife material. 

It's all very old fashioned but one doesn't make the rules. 

"A friend? Yes." she says with a smile that speaks murder in the eyes. You give back an apologetic one but it's not taken because she looks towards Hoseok, ignoring you. "We should probably move to the bar. Oh-It really is packed." she says, when you move aside to let them walk in, looking around the dining area. "Yuuki was right." she says looking around, interested. 

"Yeah, it normally is." he says with a bright smile. You can't avoid admiring how attractive he is and the fact that he doesn't match the image you made in your mind of him. 

Nothing seems to be on schedule today.  

"Have you been here before?" you wonder. He looks at you slightly amused before nodding and you realise he has indeed saluted Jimin just a few seconds ago. ‘Are they friends?’ you wonder. Him and Jimin were in the club together that night, that so far makes sense but does that mean he knows what happened? They should be very close for that and even if he knew, it doesn't necessarily mean he knows it was you. Opposing your friend's ease in taking a picture of her one night stand, you didn't, and you're pretty sure Jimin didn't either.

"I know the owners." he says, looking towards the two waiters, Jimin and Taehyung. "We are friends." This time, Taehyung notices him from behind the bar and gives him a boxy smile before nodding to him. Hobi responds also with a smile of his own.

"Oh, they are the owners?" your best friend questions with wide eyes. You two look at her, surprised at how dumbfounded she sounds.

"Yes. I think we've mentioned Jimin and Taehyung to you before, but since you've never seen them, it makes sense you don’t recall. They are the co-owners of  it with Yoongi-hyung." he explains and you lose track of the conversation with that last name.

"Oh! It all makes sense, now!" she responds, enthusiastically. You are just very confused with all of it at this point. "Does Min Yoongi work today?" she questions and he nods with a humming sound. Hoseok seems like a very kind guy and it really breaks the mould on the type of guys your friend normally feels attracted to. Her exes were jerks from the beginning to the end. "Woah, Ares, you're gonna love the food then!" she says animatedly. You nod and smile. "You gotta introduce them, Hobi…" she pouts and your brow goes up on  its own to her sudden bratty attitude. He only giggles and nods but you notice he looks towards Jimin for a second as he passes by with an empty tray. 

He seems to be focused on something else but at the last second, when he’s right in front of you, his eyes dart on you sideways and this time, it’s not just your eyes that follow him. Your head does too and almost your body.

Trying to conceal how obvious that was, you look around the room and then towards them, feeling their stares. Your best friend gives you the let's-go-spill-the-tea-in-the-bathroom kind of look. You point out to the bar for both of them to move, not wanting to be rude by leaving Hoseok alone.

Some time later, the teacher-couple appears through the door and introductions are made. You hug Namjoon and joke about him becoming a muscle pig while your best friend demands Eunbyeol full attention towards her friend, using the term again. Namjoon eyes him out and you can tell he suspects something is up, so you distract him by talking about a new education law that's being discussed a lot in the office.

"You two talking about work again?" your bestie says, disgust written all over her face. "Can we enjoy ourselves and leave our jobs aside for a while? Thank you." she concludes. You and Namjoon apologise.

"Excuse me." you hear Jimin's voice from your side, close enough to feel the warmth of his body and you all turn towards him. "May I accommodate you at a table?" he says while pointing with his hand towards the dining area.

Everything on how he moves has a seductive undertone. You don't think it's something voluntary, it seems to be in his nature, just as easy as breathing. You involuntarily wet your lips when he looks directly to you and you can appreciate how his Adam's apple moves up and down his throat, swallowing nervously. 'This is double-sided, then.' you think, smiling internally.

"Jimin-ah, I think we won't fit here since we are still waiting for some people." explains Hoseok, surprising the couple with the familiar treatment and making you acknowledge he's older than Jimin.

"Oh! Are you the ten guests for the Kim-Eunbyeol reservation?" he then realises with his eyebrows up in a very cute expression. You can't avoid smiling at him, although he doesn't see it.

"That is me, yes." says Eunbyeol with a gentle smile. 

"Please, excuse my confusion." he apologises, more composed this time. It seems like it's his thing: to show his best side. "We've prepared a table in the other dining area, at the back, in the winter garden. We usually reserve that area for larger groups. We’ve even had a small wedding dinner." he kindly explains. 

Somehow you manage to be behind him while he leads you and his fragrance hits your brain while he moves, making your imagination go wildly back and forth to that night. When your lips found the crock of his neck whilst you were lying down next to him. Even sweating on top of you he kept smelling heavenly.  

You take the chance to observe the lines of his back with your eyes, remembering the feeling of his warm skin on your digits. A tingle on them makes you want to reach to him and touch but instead, you keep drawing with your eyes to the waist down, with such bad luck that when he turns around to point with his hand towards the ten seat table, you get caught instantly. 

He acts as if he hasn't, diverting his attention towards a side table containing the food carts and a deep purple orchid that contrasts with the other flowers in the room.

As you sit down, he takes the food carts and dispenses them. Your eyes fly around the glass cage that is the dining area; saying it's gorgeous doesn’t do it justice. The bar and the dinning area inside are beautiful and practical at the same time but this area, although matching with the furniture and keeping in some way the uniformity, it's just simply something else.

You can see the rain outside, where part of the garden isn't covered, and there's external tables dripping wet. It has bindweeds all around, separating the tables and giving a privacy look to it and  a water fountain at one side, making it all cosy and peaceful. Still, its beauty isn’t comparable to the winter garden.

Inside, it's warm, with a fresh smell coming from the plants and flowers that live in it. There's lots of white, soft pink, and soft purple ones, graciously placed all around. With that, the orchid stands out, calling for attention. 

Yuuki arrives not so long after you take your seats, along with Kyungsook. They look stunning, dressed to impress as they say, against the more relaxed looks that Eunbyeol, Sofie and you are wearing. Easy to see that they know the details of this meeting. You welcome them with a hug, you haven’t seen Sofie in two weeks, with the others it’s been almost a month. Also, taking the chance to give a look to Eunbyeol, she knows exactly what it means, replying to you with an uncomfortable smile. As cliche as it is, all of you sit at the same side of the table while Hoseok sits at the other side, in front of your best friend and the two hosts sit each one at one end of the table. Making man and woman face each other.

When the first unknown guest sets foot in the room, you all stand for presentations, but you have to admit that you probably share a brain cell with your friends, when you almost fall from the chair in your mind. This one has nothing to covet on Taehyung who also gave you a shocking first impression, if not, this one has a certain maturity on him that gives him a totally different vibe. 

Kim Seokjin demonstrates to be an introvert and this whole situation seems to make him slightly uncomfortable. You gently smile at him when it's your turn to talk with him and tell him your profession. He seems impressed but you have no chance to politely respond to his praises when you hear Namjoon stand and greet another arrival.

"Jungkook-ah!"

You pale, when you look towards the corridor and see him being led in. You first look at Jimin, as you did when he brought in Seokjin, but your eyes are quick to glance behind him. If you look white, so does Jungkook. There's a silent agreement in your eyes while Namjoon starts the presentations, to act like you've never met before, aware that a lot should be put over the table with them being your close circle. The glance, although quick, contains too much meaning in it and someone else in the room has caught onto your reactions. 

Namjoon hugs Jungkook effusively and introduces him to all of you, this time he has no problem acting like he doesn’t know you when you two bow to each other. Neither do you when you dedicate a polite smile.

Jimin waits until you're all sitting again to give him his cart but he doesn't look towards where he's placing it, instead he looks toward you. You acknowledge the fact that he's studying you and just as fast, he moves away to leave the room, but Eunbyeol, who was checking her phone, calls his attention.

"Excuse me, Mr. Jimin. Seems like we are all here, the last guest won’t be attending." her words draw all the attention to her. 

You all quickly check on the carts before deciding one by one what to choose. Jungkook shows up his foodie side by picking the less common plates. You match your plates with Yuuki, with whom you share food tastes. It’s no surprise the place has become popular if you keep in mind the variety in most restaurants isn’t really that large. Surprisingly there’s more variety on these carts. 

Jimin takes notes pulling out the little machine adjusted on his belt and takes one last glance at you before he leaves.

"He likes you." whispers Sofie in your ear and your heart almost leaves through your throat. Then you notice the little glance she gives to Jungkook who looks away when your eyes meet. 

Seokjin, on the other hand, seems interested in Yuuki who seems to be able to make him talk comfortably. His sense of humour is unusual, more like the dad type but he's funny and smart. Those two traits make it understandable that being as picky as she is, Yuuki likes him back. 

At some point, after a seeming lack of interest from Jungkook towards Kyungsook, the fact that his eyes keep glancing at you and him slackening the neck of his shirt after your eyes set on him for more than a few seconds, your best friend calls it quits and excuses you both to the bathroom. 

"Ok. What's going on?" she inquires, as soon as you get inside the common area where the sinks are, closing the door behind her.

"What do you mean?" you ask while she starts looking down the cubicles from afar to make sure you're alone. 

"Quit it, Ares. It's me, just tell me what is going on…" she says playful but you're not willing to surrender.

"Like you told me about Hoseok…?" you question ironically but not being mean.

"Hey! Don't give me that… These last two weeks you've been very busy and we haven't met since the day of the party… I didn't wanna discuss this over the phone." she explains.

"Well, then?" you insist.

"We didn't sleep together." she replies. This time your jaw drops. "Yeah. I said I was going to and I was very willing to. He wasn't." your eyes go wide.

"I'm confused." you point out. "Explain. What do you mean he wasn't?" 

"He respected me. I was the one to flirt, the one to throw myself to kiss him… and it wasn't like he wasn't attracted, believe me, I felt it." she points out her crotch, making you gesture with your hands while closing your eyes and wrinkling your nose to tell her to keep details out. You don't really want to imagine your friend in certain situations. "Ok ok. The thing is I told him to take me home, which you already know what it means. So do the majority of men when you are being playful…you know. He did that. He took me home." she says, sitting down over the counter.

"And?" you inquire, interested.

"He left me on my doorstep but when I invited him in, he said no." you're shocked. "Wait, there's even more." she says with a smile. "He said that he didn't like to feel like he was taking advantage, that we should talk once we both were sober and offered me his phone number." you hold a little scream with your hands and recompose yourself when your friend giggles. "I gave him mine and, well, we started talking the next morning. Surprisingly we seemed to have things in common, like recently breaking up with our partners, so the initial intentions for chatting changed." you hold her hands and give her a hug.

"I'm so glad." you tell her before releasing her. She nods. "So happy you're not going back to dumbass ." she giggles sadly and you squeeze her arm.

"Before the mood sours. I'll go with mine." you tell her, up to distract her from the reminder you've just thrown on her. "For god’s sake… how do I tell you this…" you choke.

"Just tell me where you met Jeon Jungkook and why he seems so up to throw you over the table and fuck you." she says without a care in the world. 

"Sofie! Stop!" you scold her. At the same time you're glad she's only worried about JK because telling her about him and then Jimin, would make her go nuts. "I… well. We had a sort of relationship." you tell her. 

"I knew it!" she moves around the room excitedly. "Tell me moore!" you cover her mouth and shush her.

"Stop screaming…" you scold her. "You remember I told you I was seeing a guy, like two years ago… I mean-"

"Yeah, I remember, that was before Sejun." you nod. 

"Yes… Well, we saw each other for almost six months and texted a lot, you remember." she nods. "Well… we did it…" she goes wide eyed. "Yeah… it wasn't Sejun who did it." she wheezes.

"Are you for real??" she replies, mouth going agape and looking to the sides, then laughing. "Oh god…" she laughs again. "And you didn't say anything..." she scolds.

"You know how I used to see these things before Sejun. Me and JK-" you try to explain.

"JK? Uuuh… Sounds hot." she interrupts.

"I guess… Can I finish?" you rant and she nods, smiling. "We broke up not long after because he was moving for this big job opportunity and he didn't think a long distance relationship could work out. We said to keep in touch anyways but eventually lost contact. You know how it works…" you explain. “That would be it… If it wasn’t because last week he came to my office with his boss. They are opening a new branch here and Jungkook is the CEO.”

“Oh shit!” she gasps.

“No shit… Thank god I’m not part of the legal team they signed a contract with… because there would definitely be a conflict of interest.” she gasps wide eyed and mouths an OMG without saying it.

“Did you fuck him in the office?” she questions, excitedly.

“For CHRIST’S sake, Sofie, who do you think I am?” you scold her. “We went to my apartment on Saturday and he stayed all weekend…” she puts her head over her arms crossed over the counter and acts as if she’s slamming it.

"Well. He seems to want more of what you gave him..." she says poking underneath your ribs, boldly. You chuckle closing your eyes for a second. "Aaand…leaving that aside... What happened the night of the club? Tell me at least you got it…" she mutters the last bit. 

"I did." she gives you a naughty smile. "I'm not going to give you details but I did have a lot of fun." 

"Was he hot? Did you keep in touch? Well… You were obviously busy last weekend but… his number?" she inquires in a breathy tone, excited. 

"He was very hot." There you take a pause thinking about the fact he's in this exact same restaurant and has attended you both but you decide to keep it to yourself. Your little secret. Especially within a confusing situation like the one you are in and having Jungkook around. "I left before he woke up-" you explain.

"You did not…" she says. Her eyes are about to pop out of her sockets. "Ares, whyyy? Was he weird in bed or something? Like… Was it that kind of experimental fun you don't wanna repeat…?" she questions.

"No, no no. He wasn't weird or anything." you say. 'He was kind of dominant…' your mind wants to reply but you don't, although your body does. Your skin raises in goosebump to the thought of his grip on your hips, the profound thrusts, the bites… his hands hungrily exploring your body; his energy. The want and the willingness to push you into orgasms over and over. You almost couldn't  walk the next day but you were also panicking in the addictive sensations he gave you. It wasn't just the sex. It was how he felt you, how you felt him, underneath the skin. "I just think I liked it too much…" escapes your mouth in an exhalation.

"What do you mean you liked it too much?" she questions, amused.

"The kind that makes you catch feelings if you keep it going; if you must." you mutter between your teeth, not really wanting to admit something so stupid.

"Oh shit… he was that good, huh?" she says pitying you. "Then it was a smart move. I'm proud of you, heartbreaker." she says putting a hand over your shoulders.

"Do you wanna die?" you question, moody. The truth is she's hurt you where she's touched, both times. Jungkook has an iron grip and his digits have left some marks over your body.

She tries to hold a laughter making a sound through the back of her nose and breaking into it right after. First, you act like it isn’t funny arching a brow but her laughter is contagious and end up following it.  

As you two go out the door a black haired guy about the same height as Jimin but a little bulkier comes out of the broom closet next to the bathroom. Him and Sofie bow to each other but he keeps his way to another door. 

“He’s Min Yoongi.” your friend explains. Your head clicks for a second before you recall he’s the cook your friend was talking about earlier. “He’s a very focused person. Hobi invited me to eat at his house last weekend and he cooked. That man has a real gift.” she explains before you walk back to the table.

As you sit down, Jimin appears like a well trained waiter, who waits in the corner to move in at the right moment with the first plates. He glances at you before focusing on his work and so does JK but your eyes stay studying Jimin, completely absorbed by the elegance of his movements. So much that when Hoseok says something to your best friend it gets you by surprise. Looking at him first to see how he offers her a taste of his drink, you feel someone watching you. Tilting your head you see JK focused on you, then he glances at Jimin for a second before looking away with dark eyes. 

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John: Tommy, we have an idea, but we’re gonna need your permission.

Tommy: Since when do you two ask for permission?

Arthur: Because if we mess up, I don’t want it to be just our fault.

Tommy: Everyone pay attention! I need to make an announcement and I only have one minute.

Arthur: What?

John: Why?

Finn: Are you in a hurry?

Tommy: No, I was referring to your incredibly short attention spans.

Tommy: The food is too hot, I can’t eat it.

Finn:

John:

Ada:

Alfie: You’re hot but I’d still eat-

Arthur, slams hands down on the table: ONE DINNER!

Polly: Here we go agai-

Arthur: ONE NORMAL FUCKING DINNER IS ALL I ASK!

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RUTHLESS

💕Pairing: Hoseok x Reader 

📝Summary: When breaking the norm leads to a romance.

✏️Genre/au: Smut, Non-canon, Biker life, Friends to lovers

✏️Rating: 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 4508

⚠️chapter warnings: explicit smut

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Riding on top of your 2013 Sportster Iron 883 purple custom felt the closest thing to heaven you could ever imagine. The little stops to take in the view, the things that have changed from when you saw them last time moving east, adding the cherry on top.

Your busy schedule, hectic really, playing dirty on your liking for the road. Visiting home using a plane felt tedious, the bike calling your name from the garage every time you'd get a taxi to get to the airport. Making you feel restrained, choked by a lifestyle that was simply not fit for you. 

Until you said fuck it. Fuck it as to set your feet on your boss's office and tell him that he had a month to find you a replacement; that you were out. Out for good. Out to never see his little man asshole attitude around your hard work, ever again. Although, with the most respectful and polite phrases you could make use of. Still bold. Still making his jaw drop. 

You had been saving your pennies like a hoarder, living like a broke university student although your good grades had given you honors in your degree and gotten you a very well paid job. Hard work, not brain. Always hard work. 

More to demonstrate than to enjoy at the beginning. Until you entered the university and met people with a less judgemental mentality than those back in town. Then, it was for you; hell, you could do it. You just could do it. So you did and got your job. But unfortunately it didn't marry with the wild creature inside of you, the one that prayed to know the world, to see the bigger picture it contained. 

Going back home wasn't a defeat when the defeat was to stay stuck in something you hated. Besides, it wasn't like you were going to go back to live with your parents, although they had suggested it and told you to save your money for further moves. 

You weren't going to spend it in your first days, that was for sure. Jungkook had offered his spare bedroom for two weeks until he could rent it to another company coworker. The last one had to move back to his hometown to take care of a now long term ill brother, since they lost their parents at a young age. You felt kind of guilty to not spend more time with yours after that and assured yourself that you would. For now, what was living with them were all your belongings. Their garage was full to the brim with all you'd sent from your apartment. Your bike would be with you, resting with your friend's 2016 Sportster Iron 883 dark custom and his housemate's, Taehyung, also customised 2012 Road King red custom. 

As you stopped the roaring engine, in his driveway you observed the two floor house. It looked cozy but had that single guy aura printed somewhere. The folding door to the garage opened just before Hoseok poked his head through the main door and went out, followed by Taehyung. They started greeting you enthusiastically as you entered the house and Jungkook closed the door. 

"I can't believe we're gonna be housemates." said Taehyung with a wiggly attitude that surprised you.

"Well-" you started saying.

"C'mon, hyungs, she's been riding for more than ten hours. We should let her rest." Jungkook offered. 

"Let's get you to the bathroom, love." offered Hobi, taking your backpack off your shoulders, as Jungkook unleashed the ones in your bike, to take them inside. 'Love…' you smiled internally. 

Taehyung was fast to open a beer for you as soon as you stepped inside, while Hobi and Jungkook went upstairs to leave your things. When Jungkook came down straight after, it turned out Hobi was filling the main bathroom's bathtub for you. 

After finishing your beer between quick updates, you noticed he hadn't still come down and decided to go see what he was up to. Opening the door to an oscillating lighting and a low water setting, you saw the whole bathroom lit in candles.

"I thought you would enjoy it." he said, while placing some more and litting them up after.

"Wow, Hobi… This is… wow." you breathed out. All your customary tough attitude seemingly melting along with the wax forming them.

"I'm done." he said after litting the last one while standing. "I'll let you be. The red set of towels is for you." you looked at the hanging towels in the room: grey, black and red. 'Such a cliché from us.' you thought. "Welcome home, Army." he said, kissing your cheek right after, then moved to walk out. Something with his gesture, made you turn around and stop him by the leathers before hugging him from behind. "Yeah… I missed you too…" he let out in almost a whisper before turning around and hugging you back. 

You stayed like that for a bit, before he cleared his throat and softly said "The water is gonna get cold." You saw him smiling as you parted from his body. Your leathers ripping from each other with the warmth of the room and with your nod, he left with a sweet smile.

You closed the door and put your head against it, feeling the moist surface over your skin and you sighed. Your heartbeat had gone wild with it all. Another 'I love you.' stuck in your throat, making it hurt. You would have slammed your head against the wooden surface but decided there was no point. 

Next morning, you woke up with one of the most exorbitant hangovers in history, running straight to the bathroom and throwing up the first meal you had as a baby.  A giggle at the other side of the door, startled you.

"Forgot you didn't drink that much anymore." Jungkook said with a smile.

"I hate you…" you said before another choke let out more of what you thought was already an empty stomach. Another giggle reached your ears.

"I'll get you something for that." he then said before closing the door behind himself. You felt like passing out and sat with your back against the tiles. Your head was spinning and the light from the ceiling was practically blinding you.

"Fuck me…" you cussed.

"Do you need help?" you heard Taehyung on the other side, concerned. 

“It’s okay, love. Just-” another choke and the door swung open with him coming over to hold your hair.

“This is why I don’t drink.” he then muttered, rubbing your back in circles.

“This is why, I, don’t drink.” you replied. When he was sure nothing else was coming out, he flushed the toilet and opened the window to let in some fresh air. Then wet a cloth and placed it on your nape, fresh and awakening.

Going down to the living area, you saw the panorama. Hobi was sound asleep in the darkness behind the french door that separated the living room from the kitchen. Still, you got a glimpse of his naked torso as he hugged the blanket that was supposed to be covering him but didn’t feel right looking anywhere lower. Although you were tempted. 

“If you look at him like that you’ll wake him.” suggested Taehyung taking a sip of his cocoa, hiding a smile. 

“Uh?” you wondered, turning around distractedly. 

“Are you still whipped for him?” wondered  Jungkook calmly, while taking a sip of orange juice before biting into a butter and marmalade toast. You gulped air looking away with squinted eyes. “She is.” he chuckled. You felt nauseated.

“Shut up.” you hissed to him. 

You had  time to drink Jungkook’s hangover Americano, the most watery double shot coffee in the world with two pills of vitamin B and zinc, shove down an ibuprofen and eat a Croque Madame before Hobi was up. Opening the double door with his eyes still closed and still in underwear, he walked inside the kitchen. Your eyes darted down, involuntary, and you turned your seat towards the aisle again, giving your back to him. His mast was standing and Taehyung gave you a look before pronouncing himself. 

“Hobi-hyung. You are naked.” with the most stern face he could make use of and even though aware of that fact you almost choked on air, huffing.

“Fuck.” you heard him say before his steps led him back to the living room. He didn’t put on the Saint Laurent black T-shirt that was wearing the day before but only the trousers. Entering the kitchen, you saw Jungkook’s smirk before he shook his head. “What?” wondered the man in question, grabbing a water bottle as your eyes traveled down his back to his well defined peaches. Instinctively, you bit your lower lip. 

“SO.” said Taehyung very loudly all of a sudden, making him turn around immediately. You got caught. You were fast to look away but he still got the whole glance of it; the lip tucked between your teeth, your eyes on the low of his back. You wanted to smack Taehyung, who surely had done it on purpose. "Are we doing something today?"

"I thought it'd be great to ride the seaside road, all along the coast. The sea is looking beautiful these days with all those gigantic clouds, so I wanted to take some shots." announced Jungkook, serving Hobi an Americano. 

"Woah, sounds great!" replied Hobi with a hearted smile but then dropped it to look at you. "Do you feel like it? After yesterday's journey?" 'Maybe he didn't notice you checking him out… maybe…' you thought.

"I was born to be on top of a bike, Hope. I'd love to." you told him with a wide smile that was replied with his.

"So, who is taking me?" he wondered, looking at the pair at opposite sides of the aisle. They looked at each other and raised a brow before looking at him.

"Only chicks at the back, sorry." both pronounced in perfect sync. He looked at them with parted lips in surprise. 

"Wait, then how-Oh." he looked at you before going slightly shy.  You looked at the pair, who winked at you before Hobi looked at them again. 

"You can get closer, Hobi. It's safer." you told him when he held onto you over the bike, pulling his hands to make him advance on the seat and putting them around your waist. The warmth  of his body against yours, noticeable even through the leathers and you blushed slightly at the sensation. You felt a slight shake coming from him but when you tilted your head to look at him, he only smiled in approval, gently. Showing off his dimples. You turned around flustered, then heard the roar of the starting engine from Jungkook's bike, soon to be followed by yours and Tae's. "Don't do any sudden moves, stay close." you advised Hobi, one more time before pulling behind Jungkook.

The view, as you left the town's premises, was truly a miracle. The high grey clouds over the sea drawing a spectacle on the waves. A storm was meant to hit the shore some time during the evening. To you, it was probably going to hit just in time for you to go back to Jungkook's place. He was precise like that, even with the weather, as if things waited to happen for when he was done doing what he wanted to do. 

At the highest part of the road, on a cliff, Jungkook signaled to stop and it wasn't until you took off your helmet that Hobi moved. 

His face during the ride, through your rear view mirrors was of absolute bliss. He would look at the horizon with peace written all over his demeanor and give you slight looks through the reflecting surface that made your heart skip a beat. You didn't want the moment to end. On top of the bike, sharing your freedom with him and seeing him respond the same way you did the first time you got on a bike, made your heart swell with love. It was one of the most intimate moments you had ever had with anyone. There, the problems disappeared and the rest of the world, on top of those two wheels, seemed to do so too. It was only you and him, the warmth of his body against yours and the fresh air filling your lungs at every breath. 

He seemed to hesitate to get down until you turned and told him that he could do so. Then he offered you his hand to get down, a gesture that you appreciated but also felt a devilish need to mock, until Taehyung pointed out that if he wasn't interested in rubbing your ass with it, he better put it away immediately.

"You bikers are ruthless." Hobi pointed out as you went down and put two hands on his back, you pushed him towards the spot where Jungkook had started his professional camera and was very focused taking different angles of the same image. You hugged Hoseok from the back this time, distractedly, but your heart started to speed up to it, betraying you at the throat. If someone asked you a question you were sure you wouldn't be able to spill a word. When Taehyung approached he gave you a naughty smile that Hobi missed, so amazed by the view you could have sworn you felt him shiver. "The storm is gonna be huge." you heard Hoseok say. "The wind is low but look there." he pointed towards a spot underneath the clouds in the distance. Rain, so much it looked like fog. 

"I know." said Jungkook. "That's why I wanted to make the trip. I want to capture it till the last minute when we are back." he pointed to the Go-pro at the side of his helmet.

"Dude, we are going to get soaked." pointed out Taehyung, caught off guard, leaning over to get a look of his friend past the two of you.

"We won't. Trust me." said Jungkook, calmly. "Let's get back to the wheels." he then added.

You let go of Hobi and went towards your bike obediently, knowing that it was probably the safest choice if you didn't want to mess up time and end up wet to the bones. But he stayed behind as you mounted the bikes. His slender figure, looking like a lost soul with the clouds at the other side. You took your phone out of the inner pocket of your jacket and took a picture of him from that perspective. 

Suddenly, Jungkook got to your side, camera in hand and passed it to you to take the picture again. Once you gave it back to him, he walked towards Hobi and started taking pics of him like a paparazzi until he made him laugh. Hoseok slapped his shoulder between giggles and then Jungkook approached to tell him something in the ear that made Hobi blush and laugh nervously, moving away. 

The next stop was at a little restaurant in the town ahead, to pick up the best cheesecake in the region. Four little cardboard boxes with triangles of cake inside, that were put on Taehyung's bike side bags before you took the road again. Jungkook stopped a few more times, having other spots to take pictures from that side of the road. 

On the last stop you asked Jungkook if you'd have time to stop for some groceries. Since you just moved in, there was stuff that you needed. Before taking that decision you looked at Hobi.

"We meant it. Only chicks at the back." Jungkook said with a chuckle and you rolled your eyes before turning on the engine to advance and gain some time before the storm. You saw them giggle through the right rear-view mirror.

At the grocery store you were thankful there was an area under the roof for bikes where you could park it. You didn't trust the storm to be gentle or give any more warnings.

Hobi stretched a bit as you walked into the practically empty store with the last minute customers rushing through. The contagious frenzy took over you two making you go faster too.

"Let's hurry. I'll pick up half of it. What do you need?" offered Hobi making you stop in the middle of the store. 

"I need avocados, not too mature. Oatmeal, wholegrain snacks, bananas and red apples." you rushed. "Oohohoh rice milk too please!" you shouted when he moved fast towards the other side. 

"Ok!" he shouted back, and you rushed for toiletries. Pads, tampons, razors, cleaning foam, makeup wipes… condoms. You stopped in front of them, thought about Hobi and picked a package without thinking. Less, that he would actually be seeing them. 

He did. You were putting the items on the conveyor belt when he came with the rest and as he placed them his eyes darted towards the packaging. His face changed from his bubbly normal self to a completely unreadable demeanor. He passed behind you to help you get the items at the back.

"Taehyung uses an XL, if you want to change them." he said without looking at you. His tone was irritated, you knew him too well to miss that detail. You got red at the neck, mostly with frustration. 'What the hell even made him think that?' you thought. You ignored him and kept putting items on the bags. 

After paying, when you walked with him carrying your bags, you observed closer. He helped you get the items arranged in your side bags, condoms getting on the bag at his side, jaw clenching, making you finally realise what was going through his mind. He was jealous. You got mixed emotions from it but your body went from the south one. You clenched around nothing. He wanted you. Better said, in his brain, he felt like you were something his.

"They are for you. Idiot." you mouthed out making him raise his eyes from where he'd put them. You looked away, folding the bag to put it on top of your stuff before closing the luggage at your side. He seemed to click and rushed to close his. Then when he sat down behind you he pulled you suddenly so close to his body that you whimpered. His whole energy felt different. Sexual, in the way his hard on was pressed tightly on your rear. Dominant, in how passessive his grip was. As if he was going to flip the top right there and fuck you over your bike. You felt your need drip down through your slit to the lacy fabric of your good-to-go underwear. His ragged breath, against your nape, eliciting goosebumps all over your body. You had never seen that fierce side of Hoseok but you were totally in for it.

You had been there, just sitting, so lost in each other's presence that the storm caught you at the parallel of Jungkook's neighborhood. At his house, both men inside rushed through the open garage to help you in and close it immediately. The leathers and helmets had done nothing to avoid you from getting soaked and you two only took off your shoes and socks before you were suggested to use the bathrooms to shower and get warm before catching a cold. 

You didn't hesitate, you ran upstairs. Only that Hobi did too and pulled you with him inside the bathroom when you hesitated. Giggles could be heard downstairs before he closed the door behind himself, lips pressed against yours way softer than how he'd pushed you against it. His taste intoxicated you, making you want to deepen the kiss but he only pulled away panting to take off his clothes, eyes on you with a mix of emotions bubbling through the surface but the way it pierced under your belly, talked about desire and you mimicked his nakedness just as fast. 

But as rapidly as he had been with all his clothes, he took his damn time before freeing his shaft, making sure you had the full sight of it. You gasped involuntarily, before you tried to remove your underwear. He tsked a no-no and approached pressing his hard on over your tummy, twitching at the contact. You squirmed, internally screaming, hands trying to find support at his nape for your unstable knees. He put his hand at the low of your back pulling your body closer to his, almost printing his shape on your skin, making sure to breathe on your throat as he unclasped your bra. Your skin crawled underneath, breath failing on your throat, making you moan in need; in a way you had never expressed before. Then his hands traveled down your back and he put both his hands underneath the fabric of your panties, on your peaches, squishing, parting them, with a small growl at the back of his throat. 

He then slid the soft clothing to your sides and pushed it down your thighs to the floor. Kissing the flesh on his way, grabbing your ass again and nibbling your hip bone at the right making you mewl and let your head fall backwards. He then stood, taking possession of your mouth while embracing you tightly and leading you towards the shower with his body. There he kept with the sweet kisses. The contrast in his doings, driving you insane. 

A sudden change of intensity in it, making your walls clench and for you to lose your pace. He chuckled against your lips absorbing your erratic breath. 

"I know exactly what you need, baby." he pronounced against your lips. "Unfortunately, we've left the condoms on your bike." he said with a smirk. Completely separating from you and getting under the water, hands cleaning his torso. Member still hard.

"You better finish what you started, Hobi, I swear to God…" you demanded, frustrated and needy. His right hand landed on your throat as he pined you softly towards the tiles. 

"It's your pussy, baby. If you want it in-" he then pulled up one of your thighs at his waist and, squatting a little, aligned with your slick and pushed into his half, silencing your cry with his mouth. Then spoke against it. "You'll get it in." he licked your lower lip and introduced his tongue in your mouth, drawing your palate before pulling out. "But when you want me in…" he whispered in your ear before his hand moved from your throat to your mouth and he pulled out your wet depths to push himself fully in. He growled, chest vibrating against yours. "Fuck… I love how you feel around me…" he grunted against your throat, trying to keep himself in line. You understood, your walls were truly tight against him. His sudden intrusion giving no time to adjust although your wetness, provoking a slight sting as he moved. "But when I'm with you like this. You'll call me daddy and you don't… demand. Understood?" He had clearly made his point firm and you only nodded. "Good girl…" he whispered and bit your earlobe. "Do you want me to keep going, baby?"

"Yess…" you breathed out. "Yes, daddy." you corrected yourself, completely drawn in his hypnotic eyes as he moved to look at you after getting the first weak answer.

"Great…" he whispered, getting close to your lips, making you close your eyes instinctively. "Because I've been crazy for you for years and trust me that, he'd be hurt if you decided to separate them…" he spoke, referring to the parts of your bodies that were connected, making you open your eyes and giggle. He smiled sweetly at you in contrast, getting out of character. 

"Are you trying to brush off that you just confessed?" you asked him with a smile, pulling him for a slow longing kiss. The sort of sigh mixed with his breathing he let out, gave in to how much he had really wanted to be like this with you. How he loved you and longed for you. When you separated something seemed to change in his eyes, love to lust in one second. He pulled your wrist towards the tiles behind at the sides of your head, slowly and gently at first.

"I thought I told you to call me daddy." He then pulled out, almost to the tip and pushed back in, deep; owning it. The low cry escaping you as he did, made him twitch. You knew he was too turned on.

"Have you been practicing all this duality thing, daddy?" you asked, daring, once you caught your breath. That earned you another pounding, softer this time and you started to acknowledge his shape with your lower body. It felt good. He felt good. His body against yours, the abs against your tummy, his hips. How he filled you. "Trying to please me… daddy?" you dared again. He didn't move but stared at your eyes, swallowing you in his.

"Thing is, Army, that I know how to please you… We are best friends…" he moved to whisper in your ear. "I know what turns you on since you started to get turned on." Your skin prickled in goosebumps to his words. "See." he said, lowering a hand from your wrist tracing over the bothered skin before he grabbed it again and started to move inside of you. So molded, so well placed he seemed to just know how your body was made. His grunts against your neck made your breath impossible to catch. His whole energy, his whole existence, exuded something that was overwhelmingly fantastic. The orgasm, just by how long you had wanted to be underneath him, built quick and exploded just as such. Catching your breath in your throat in a high pitched moan that turned into cries as he started fucking you through it at a dangerous pace. Hips slamming against yours, sounding through the bathroom with your voices. 

When the second was about to hit you, he covered your mouth, holding your wrists above your head with only one hand. As it hit you, you felt him spill, and the kink you had over that, only intensified the orgasm, making you cry even louder. His grunts, everything, made your brain go insane. 

After getting out of the shower, he offered to give you a massage and was very concerned about whether you were comfortable walking or if he had hurt you in any way.

"I got a bit carried away, love." he confessed, hugging you. "I should have been more romantic in our first time…"

"So you plan on repeating then?" you replied, cheekily, catching him by surprise. He seemed taken back.

"Won't you?" his previous smile had faded into a cloudy expresion.

"Hobi." you snapped him out of it.

"Hm?" he tried to smile.

"I love you too." you told him, grabbing his face to kiss him gently. The hug that proceeded was full of hope.

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A/N: I'm starting a schedule that I hope will be possible and will bring lots of content to this page.

I hope you enjoyed this first part 🤭 Let me know your thoughts. See you soon! ~

Thanking @bangtanscotyeondan for the beta work 💜