What Hides In The Shadows - Chapter 5: Versus II

What Hides In The Shadows - Chapter 5: Versus II

🩸Spill blood on the board🩸

💕Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

📝Summary:

"What hides in the shadows will let you see who you really are."

✏️Genre/au: Vampires, Alternative universe (Future of humanity), Sci-fi, Horror, Romance, Action, Vampires vs. Hunters

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Word count: 4402

⚠️Chapter warnings: blood, sire bond (implicit: dominance and obedience), vampire hierarchy, mentions of death

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You were sitting on the bathtub's rug, completely unaware of the soft fabric under your fingers and palms, nor the slight moist it still held from the bath you took hours prior. The presence in the living room had your whole attention and you hadn't moved, full attention focused on the intention to listen.

The intruder, Jimin, didn’t seem to wanna leave any time soon, taking a seat on the divan. He cleared his throat and you heard Jungsik move to the table with slow steps that barely weighed over the floor. You heard another bottle of champagne open with a pop and the bubbly liquid pour in a glass. Jungsik moved again and handed it to Jimin, who seemed to have multiple rings on, by the clinking sound of metal against glass you captured when he leaned forward to grab it. For some reason, Jimin chuckled in what you identified as a smirk. The air coming out of his throat like that, set your hairs on end, in an emotion you were unable to identify. 

“So, you think Tae might take much to come back?” he made a slight pause when Jungsik sat down next to him. “I really want to see him.” You didn't hear anything else being said, whatever response Jungsik gave, was non-verbal. Trying to make an effort to grasp on what was going on, the light coming from the door’s keyhole, called your attention and you crawled slowly intending to spy. Just as you did, through the tiny space, you saw Jimin caressing Jungsik’s cheek. He smirked amused for a second and both of them directed their vision towards you. So sudden that you gasped. “Oh!” Jimin let out. “So, someone else is here,” he said as he stood gracefully, like in slow motion, the fine white clothing only adding to the miracle of his image. However, your reaction was to panic and you moved away from the door, breathing erratically although you intended to contain yourself. The way Jungsik made an effort to hide you when he seemed to despise you somehow, was a hint that Jimin discovering you was a bad thing. 

Jungsik was fast to get in front of him, right in front of the door. “It’s just one of my girls, hyung. I let her take a bath, you know…” He spoke animatedly but you noticed, as well as Jimin, the lie lingering in every word he spoke.

“Then, why are you so nervous to show her to me? Are you possessive now? She must be special…” The peachy and toffee tone turned different in the next sentence, “Get off the door, Sik, ” Jimin demanded letting the smile fade. The weight of the air changed, thick with a tension that could be cut with a knife.

“Sik, get out of his way,” said Taehyung behind him, in a serious tone. You were so focused on Jimin that you missed the double door opening and his steps as he came inside the living room with Jungkook.

“Brother!” Jimin said to him and walked away from the door. You and Jungsik seemed to regain your breaths, although you hadn't realised you were holding yours. Both men hugged, patting their backs, and then you felt it before it happened; the intention, the shift in the air. Jimin separated from Taehyung and punched him in the face, making him fall to the floor. “I told you I wanted you to bring her to me, not for you to turn her into your whor-!” He couldn’t finish the sentence. You had fled the bathroom, managed to push away Jungsik when he tried to stop you and were choking Jimin on the floor. Taehyung's lip had split, causing it to bleed, and like a spring you had reacted instinctively to the smell. Like a protector, a well-trained soldier. 

“Let him go,” you heard Teahyung’s deep tone but you didn’t listen. Not the way you had done before. “Let, him, go,” he insisted, and like an outer body experience your fingers separated from the delicate flesh of Jimin’s throat. Feeling his words in you, coming back to reality, out of the red vision, you had realised what you were doing. You stood and moved away, shocked to the core by the sudden impulse. His face was tainted red and his mouth opened to gasp for air, immediately regaining his colour. His eyes bulged the second after and you noticed everyone was looking at you. 

“It didn’t work?” whispered Jungkook, without closing his mouth afterward. 

“You shared your blood with her…” muttered Jimin, incredulous, at the same time, processing things without standing. 

Both sentences made you confused and you looked at Taehyung for an answer. He gestured for you to approach and you did, putting your arms around his chest to give him a hug that he returned. Then you lovingly kissed his jawline and caressed it with your nose, feeling the distress wash away from your body when you realised he was fine. The way you cared for him wasn't a comrade thing, it transcended, and it puzzled you the same way you enjoyed it. You almost couldn’t recognise yourself in your actions, being more instinctive than rational. You licked the remaining blood from the healing wound, choosing, giving in to what you felt, being it a whim or not. Taehyung let out a soft grunt and kissed your forehead.

“So. Just like that, you decided you wanted her. Not consulting, not anything. You just turned her, fucked her, and gave her your blood. Just like that!” said Jimin, consternated. You still struggled to understand how they could tell all those things. Especially, for how Jimin had known about you two sleeping together before he knew you had consumed Taehyung's blood. “I deserved to have my revenge, Taehyung. I had waited so long…” he said, moving to sit on the divan, defeated. “Her mother killed mine… I deserved to take her from them,” he said, looking at him with sharp eyes.

“Were you going to kill her!?” said both twins at the same time, horrified. 

“He was going to turn her and then send her after her own family,” said Taehyung. “How did you put it, brother…? ‘Let nature take its own way.’ But that’s not nature, is it?” He pointed out, sarcastically. You weren’t able to move, you only listened wide-eyed. “Turning her was breaking an old rule of The Oath but sending her to kill would have turned it into a useless piece of paper. And coming from the King’s son, it would have been treason against both species. If there was something left after the unavoidable war that would have been unchained, you would have had nothing to go back to. Just a quick beheading,” he explained. "I couldn't allow it." You moved just enough to look at him, his eyes were on Jimin who was staring back.

“I don’t understand…” you whispered, unable to process the information, then looked at Jimin. “Why would my mom kill yours? What did she do?” you wondered. Jimin stood and you felt the need to run away but Taehyung held you and shushed. Eyes fixed on his brother.

“She didn’t do anything!” He almost growled, the husk on his voice contrasting with his previous sweetened tone. “Your people never think, they just act and regret later! Then there are excuses and more excuses! But what did father do against it?” Taehyung shook his head when you looked at him, telling you to stay quiet. “He just let them go! He called it a mistake, an accident!” Jimin threw the table making a terrible noise that shook you but not the rest. “A bullet in her head wasn’t a fucking accident!” You realised soon enough he was blinded by pain and not aiming for anyone particularly, just anyone who was involved, directly or not. "They have to pay!" 

“I still don’t understand…” you muttered, unable to guess what had brought you to this point. Taehyung pulled you behind him and stared at Jimin from above, arching a brow when he approached angrily.

“Haven't they told you that one night a vampire took you from your crib and they killed her to protect you or some bullshit like that?” he said accusingly. “I bet that was the excuse to scare the kids out and make you fear us to death.”

“She doesn’t seem to know anything, hyung,” muttered Jungkook. You arched a brow to him.

He looked at you for a moment, as if trying to read the truth in you, but there was something else in his eyes, an acknowledgment. “If that's the case, I’ll explain what really happened. What others were witnesses of,” he pointed out, suddenly calm. “One night, when my mother was taking a walk with her ladies in waiting, she heard you cry," he began and you couldn’t have been more confused. “My little brother, who was around your age, had died abruptly in his sleep a few days prior and they thought some fresh air would do her well.” Jimin paced away and you saw him tearing up. In fact, all of them did. You saw tears in the twins' eyes and felt the little shake on Taehyung's body. “He was… so tiny, so beautiful… like a little angel… but we lost him. He came to this world with a great future in front of him but left it before he could even sit.” A sob escaped his lips. “An elder's death is part of life but when it comes to children… It’s so difficult to bear… So she was broken…” he whispered and sobbed again. You recognised a human trait in his pain, not that you ever thought you were so different. “They say she lost her mind… She didn’t. She was just mourning her baby,” he paused. “But, I don’t know why, nobody does, when she heard you… They say she looked at your window and it was as if she was hearing a call. So she entered through the open window and just a few minutes later they heard a gunshot and the smell of her blood.” You felt terribly wrong and felt their pain flow through you. Without thinking you approached Jimin and took his face between your hands as his sorrow reflected in your face, dripping down your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry…” you whispered as you cried. His eyes were slightly wide as he looked at you, confused.

“It wasn’t your fault… You were just a baby, but your mother knew what she was doing and mine wasn’t going to hurt you…” More tears reddened the waterline of his eyes. “She just missed her baby… “ he sobbed. Out of nowhere, you hugged him as he cried. “I just wanted them to hurt…” It sounded like he was apologising but you couldn't expect that to be the case. Instead, you took it as a reaffirmation on what he had intended to do.

“I understand,” you muttered. He moved away from your embrace suddenly, questioning your words. “I don’t blame you for wanting to use me like that.” You surprised yourself, outing something that you wouldn’t have before. They seemed surprised too. “If someone had killed my mom I would have used any means to an end… So, I can’t judge you.” You kept your eyes on him. “But you have no one to fight with now, my parents died in a car accident on their way to take a ferry when I was three. My mom is long gone. And though it pains me that they died and I lost a lifetime to grow with my parents, I understand.” He looked at you with sad eyes, mirroring the tears that were now falling for your own sorrow. Then you approached him and grabbed his face again. “But if you touch my family… you are dead,” you whispered against his lips and calmly walked away towards Taehyung who was looking at you intensely and whipped his tears. Jimin eyed you too as you stared at your ‘mentor’, also cleaning his face. You could feel his stirring but only Taehyung seemed to understand what it was.

“You can’t have her,” he warned, with a dark look. Jimin stared back and huffed air with a snarl.

“Yeah, you did take measures…” he said with a low tone. “But… She could change her mind… She’s not done yet and you can’t bite her until she is,” he purred with a smirk. “I think I’ll stick around for a bit." The sweet smile didn’t match his words.

“What the fuck?” you said, jaded, narrowing your eyes to Jimin. “Are you going to bite me?” you questioned Taehyung, meeting his stare, "Why?" Remembering how his fangs broke through your skin, you simply didn’t want to experience it again. It wasn’t as painful as you thought it would be but it was threatening and scary, having his fangs so close to many vital points. At the same time, you thought about how he enjoyed it when you did it to him and your skin raised in goosebumps to the memory of his taste.

“I can’t if you don’t want me to,” he pointed out and you understood what he had spoken about the blood. He explained its vinculating characteristics. “I shared my blood with you, but you didn't share yours. So, it’s like my blood is sleeping in your veins; waiting. If you choose to share yours, we will have a different connection; as equals. When we share blood, it becomes reactive and we’ll be binded differently from what we have right now. I have an influence on you for that, not only for the Sire Bond, but you don’t have it over me for that reason. It will make us sensible of each other's movements and thoughts as if we were one being divided into two bodies. We’ll be able to do things like synchronise, know each other’s thoughts… The things coming out of the exchange are extensive. So you should think about it,” he instructed sternly. 

“Yeah, it’s like marriage for us,” explained Jungkook, approaching with a big smile. Taehyung gave him a stern look and then switched to you. “Taehyung chose you when he let you bite him but until you chose him back, it’s just like… No one can try to get with you by an unspoken rule but since you haven’t claimed him back he is still gonna get approached and seduced,” he explained.

“I don’t get it-” you said. The idea unsettled you, somehow. The matter was serious. Did it mean you had chosen to be eternally bound to him without knowing? How could he just let that happen without you knowing the consequences? It felt terribly wrong. 

“You're tied to him by blood but he's not to you. At the same time, what gives us the clue that you are together, straight away, is the smell. You smell like him, he doesn’t smell like you. So he’s still technically single,” Jungsik said, cutting your train of thought. Then he stayed staring at you as you frowned, in a sort of disgust. But he took it as clueless and let his shoulders fall as he exhaled strongly, looking away. You understood he was thinking you were helpless.

“Smells give you an enormous range of information. You’ll have to learn to interpret it,” pointed out Taehyung, holding you closer under the attentive stare that Jimin was giving you. “Right now, you’re somewhere in the middle of everything. You’ll learn things with time but your main priority at this moment is to understand the real weight blood has in our lives.”

“Human blood and our blood don’t work the same way. When you drink our blood, it’s like the system doesn’t detect it until it’s already in your blood flow and it becomes part of your own until the cells die and are substituted by newly created cells in your own body. That would take four or five months by the way,” said Jimin, calmly and you suddenly felt an enormous relief. “Human blood is food and it’s processed in a specific way to regulate the iron consumed since an excess of it is toxic. It also clears out diseases and obviously extracts the nutrients from it.” He kept speaking as he approached, “This means, his blood is in yours and that brings a scent to your body, so we can smell him in your own scent. Since it’s a power move thing…” You frowned and he paused. “To bite, you need permission but it’s you who’s carrying the scent, it’s like branding for the biter instead of the bitten one. This way too, a vampire can’t claim another by forcefully biting them. Leaving aside that doing so is a crime punishable by law,” he explained and you parted your lips, to question. “You would be in your right to kill a forceful biter. No one would blame you. But we don’t do that, don’t worry–” He tried to lower your worries but got interrupted by the buzz of your phone, somewhere on the floor next to the thrown table. You tried to run to pick it up and hit the wall at the opposite side of the table with your shoulder because of the lack of control over your speed.

"Man! What the fuck?" you complained. Then tried to slow down and finally picked up the smartphone.

"Where are you?" sounded a demanding voice on the other side of the phone. Taehyung was fast to get close to you, looking attentively at the phone, there was something on the caller's tone that he didn't like. 

"I'm at the Eoduun Hotel, Sir. Why?" you responded, knowing he'd probably gone to your apartment already, more irritated than you normally would by his inquisitions. You heard his roller pen over a sheet of paper and two taps.

"No wonder I can't track you. What's with you and that dead end, huh? You don’t pretend to stay there overnight, do you? Tell me you didn't–" He considered, also irritated.

The place had been closed for over three hundred years. It had served as a hotel as its main purpose for more than two hundred and hospital campus on the after-effects of what was named The Shadow Nights, where people strangely started getting ill or worsen from all sorts of diseases from blood loss that didn’t seem to have a source. Then, after two-thirds of the population of Earth died in only nine nights at a rate that didn’t allow the healthy survivors to rest or think, they realised it had been vampires all along. 

"I slept at the apartment and I think my phone is broken. Wait a second." You walked to the kitchen and peeled a Post-it of its pack on the counter, careful not to make a noise. "But yeah, I'll be spending some days here, I made a mistake with the last corpse. It was still warm when they brought it to us and I was kind of tired, so I acted a little bit distracted and a blood drop went to my eye. I need to make sure nothing infected me and that I don't pass it around," you told him.

"Or you could go to a doctor like a normal person. You could isolate yourself in your damn apartment. It's where you are supposed to live, not in a damn abandoned building," he said, severely.

"It's not abandoned when it belongs to The Guardians, but what is all this fuss about, Uncle?" you asked him. "It's not like you gave a damn when I went to live alone, who cares where I stay now?"

"That tone, young lady," he said, lowering his. You suddenly were so pissed you wanted to yell at him. "I raised you, I do care about what happens to you and what you do. You know me, child, you have to know that." His response was as if he was going to be emotional, but he switched to his sergeant major of The Guardians tone, again. "There was a report of a large vampire and allies activity last night near the morgue. I know Colonel Jung Hoseok took you home, but Aeliana went to check on you this morning and didn't find you there," he explained. "I just wanted to make sure no one followed you and something happened after you were dropped off. Now, since this has happened, you must understand my concern with you staying in that place." Sometimes he would forget you weren't in the ranks and speak to you like he was scolding a cadet, to then change to a different tone, just like he had done there. "I suggest you ask someone to drop you home and avoid going out alone again. I don't have your brother and sister getting out of duty to pick you up all the time for you to just roam around the city and get to the furthest place there is. Abandoned or not, or being The Guardians property," he concluded. You understood but since you couldn't accept the suggestion, you went rough.

"I'm not a child, Uncle. I'll make sure that everything is closed, I've got supplies and my gun. If a bloodsucker comes for me I'll slow it down and then call you." The four men gave you a bothered look but you ignored them and kept speaking. "Same goes for the poor soul I'm sure you just sent my way," you assured. They arched their brows. "I don't really care about the consequences, I'm tired of having an escort up my ass every time I go out. I NEED TO FUCKING BREATHE ALONE FOR ONCE–"

"DO NOT SHOUT AT ME, YOUNG LADY!" He cut you off. "If this is you wanting to be alone with a guy, you can just say it straight. We had our suspicions that you and Min Yoongi were seeing each other. With something Colonel Jung Hoseok said this morning, now, it makes sense. I have good references on the Genius doctor, I won't be putting walls to your love," he said.

"That's delusional. Whoever gave you the intel… fire them," you busted out. "Anyways, if you care so much about me, you should have made sure I was trained like my sister and my brother. Your children. Right now, I want to be alone. So if you don't mi-" you remarked. The previous conversation with your new group made you question everything you knew.

"Where does this come from? You hate training or the idea of hurting someone and your parents didn't want you to be a Guardian, you know that. It was their last will, I'm bound to honour it," he interrupted. 

"Signal is messing again." You tried to fake it by mushing the Post-it note in front of your phone. "Just– I'll be–for a few days. Tell–to feed Haru. Be–" you hung up and looked at the men standing in the room. "The fucking audacity-" Without noticing you closed your hand harder on your phone and crashed it in pieces. "Great! Awesome!" you exclaimed, looking at the useless device in your hand. Your fangs had poked out again. The anger in you from how frustrating everything felt bursting like a ticking bomb inside of you. Suddenly the floor around you cracked, no longer than fifteen inches, but you felt all the energy in your body drop suddenly and fell on your four, dizzy; throwing up. You heard them rushing to you, Taehyung grabbed you by the waist and put his wrist against your mouth. 

"Drink," he pronounced, kissing your head again. You didn't. You heard two sets of footsteps run away fast like the wind but couldn't open your eyes to see who. "What you just did has taken an amount of energy your body wasn't prepared or taught to release."

"There are blood bags in the fridge," you replied huskily, feeling your throat dry. Drinking from him felt intrusive now, wrong, sinful. You didn't want to.

"You need a fast spread of energy, that's cold– This is life-threatening-" he interrupted himself. "Drink," he said with that tone that you couldn't disobey. You did as if you knew exactly where to bite, your fangs poked over the main vein on the arm at the wrist and you drank. One swallow and your heart started slowing down. Two, and you started hearing his. Three and he moaned slightly. 

"Tell me if I have to pull her off of you," you heard Jungsik say. His tone was alarmed.

"I can control her." Four, his heart was strangely calm as he caressed your hair. "You're so gentle, Anya… " You heard Jungsik leave. "You're not even sucking. So gentle..." Six, a tear dropped from your left eye. There was something so meaningful in what he was doing. He was sharing his life source with you, was calm about it, and praised you for not acting on the thirst you felt. As to why you weren't, it was probably the fear that didn't allow your heart to settle. The one of how easily things could get out of hand. Seven. You stopped, pulling away and drying off the saliva from his arm to allow him to heal. A last drop slid as it began. Then you looked at him. The man staring at you was so beautiful, the idea of something harming him tortured you. A sob escaped you and you hugged him, making you both fall to the floor as you cried for everything and nothing, you couldn't place your emotions in a rational space and motive. They just were there, overwhelming and taking their way out in tear form.

You cried for what felt like an eternity while you lay there over his chest and he caressed your hair. 

Then you heard and smelled the other vampires coming back with a third person, you were able to tell straight away it was human as if a switch of knowledge had flicked in you. There was something on the smells you recognised that wasn't on this new addition, but at the same time, there was something familiar in the scent. When they walked closer, you sat down quickly and recognized the person.

"Suga," you gasped.

🩸Would his blood be so sweet? 🩸

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LET'S PLAY IN ROOM 2013

💕Pairing: Jimin x Reader 

📝Summary: A little piece of smut of a bigger plot/story.

✏️Genre/au: Smut, Canon, One night stand, hotel party

✏️Rating: 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 2766

⚠️chapter warnings: explicit smut

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Nothing about today’s schedule told you you were going to end up in a party at the hotel’s presidential suite as a HYBE treat, but you are definitely enjoying yourself after the day’s exhausting filming of ARMY+BTS RUN. The games had been fun but at the same time it required some extra energy when it was time to run around or think wisely after complicated instructions.

It mostly feels like a few friends having a house party, which is welcomed, but alcohol flows freely and you blame what you see next on it. Lexus has an exchange of words with Jimin that ends with her grabbing the bottle of Jack Daniels sitting on  a table nearby and storming out, not visible in her face but obviously pissed. What is alarming about it, isn’t just that reaction from someone who has no habit of drinking but how easily Jimin is on the verge of tears. 

Taehyung is quick to approach him concerned and they have a quick rushed talk where Jimin’s tears almost roll down with only Taehyung’s words containing them, then he leaves too. Jimin moves quickly away from the spot and goes to sit at the window bench where Jungkook was chilling with Taehyung two seconds ago. The maknae manages to make Jimin laugh heartily in no time and whatever was the cause of concern seems to be brushed off. 

As Seokjin serves more shots of Soju, you see Jimin move while seductively dancing to the music player to blast the bop and starts dancing in the middle of the room. The first body roll has you internally screaming but the expression on his face  while doing so makes your heart skip a beat. Jimin knows what he’s doing, the smirk he shows when Hobi approaches to vibe with him, reeks of being up to no good. That’s when he turns and starts to saunter your way. Grabbing your hand he pulls you with him onto the dancefloor, biting his lip as he beckons for you to follow his lead. You aren’t as skilled as he is, obviously, but you try to follow what he’s trying to demonstrate and for some moves,  one of his hands ou non de la France et de la France presses against your lower back as the other guides your hip. He tells you how to  imitate his steps and although you do try to follow his instructions, the body contact is too distracting to get  it right. 

It’s Namjoon’s stare across the room that warns Jimin to put his hands  away and you almost want to yell at  the group leader. The spots where his pretty hands were a second ago still burn from  his touch and you know it’s impossible you’ll forget about it. To your surprise, however, he invites you to get some fresh air at the balcony and puts his hand on the low of your back to guide you. He flashes a smile at you and compliments your skills but you think he’s only being nice. Then he dances his way to the rail before turning around and calling out to you. 

“I miss the house already.” he says with a pout and now you can tell he’s maybe had one too many. “We were able to see the stars there but look at this polluted sky, I can’t see a single one.” he points out. 

“Yeah, it was beautiful but we had fun today, did we not?” you tell him, showing your best smile.

“Yes, Army’s are so funny.” he says, showing his pearly whites too. “Some of the games were difficult though, but Armys played like pros. You guys have no chill…” he said, impressed. His eyes widened in an adorable manner. 

“Yeah-yeah, some can never lose, not even playing against you.” you said laughing at your own words, his giggle sounding like music in your ears. Yet when you both stop and your eyes wordlessly, there’s a sparkle in his eyes that you can’t ignore. When his expression goes from sweet to sexy in a second, you feel your balance over your heels in danger. 

“You know what I think would be cool?” he asks you and a shiver runs down your spine. “All of us playing hide-and-seek on this floor.” 

You immediately know what he means. The place is divided by different corridors into different sets of rooms. You nod enthusiastically, excited about whatever it is he has in mind. Because you know, you just know, that’s not all there is to his idea.

He leads you in after holding your gaze just long enough to give you goosebumps and make you feel flustered, thanking the shadows of the balcony for hiding it. From the way his hand rests on your hip, strategically on the waistband of your skirt, you can only guess the kind of mischief he has on his mind. You are into it, whatever it is, you are definitely into it. 

After a few laughs, he manages to get everyone’s agreement to play the game. You move to the corridor where Taehyung and Namjoon are the first ones to hunt. “Hana, dul, set, dasot, yosot…” count both men in their baritone voices, facing one of the walls with their eyes closed and Jimin  quickly grabs your hand and makes you follow him as he runs. He takes the corner of the first set of rooms on the left and then turns right, slowing down at the third door of the row that does not have windows. 

Only when he opens it do you see the number twenty-thirteen above the frame. He closes the door and shushes you as he turns on the flashlight of his phone. Then he throws himself over the bed and pats his side for you to come sit down. Even in the dim light, you can tell it has the same decoration of your double room since all of them are copies of each other. But the wonderful difference in this one, is that Jimin and you are alone in it.

You sit down feeling slightly shy although you’ve not only talked with him on the balcony earlier, but all through the week and you have become very comfortable with each other. Still, it has never been in this kind of situation. You were mostly surrounded by the group or at least someone from the staff. Oddly enough, you had the chance to talk to him for five minutes alone while being in the SOOP, hiding behind one of the vans as you played this exact game. You both got caught that time but you hope you won’t now. There are a total of thirty-nine rooms and two common rooms with views to two different sides of the city on this floor, that means the hunters will have to look through them all one by one as they search for the people hiding in them. 

You suddenly realise that sitting there, you are making the search much easier for the hunters. You stand up, pulling Jimin’s hand and  taking him to the bathroom, you guide him inside the bathtub, closing the pearl white shower curtain around it. You know if someone enters it’s as easy as pulling it open but you still have to try. Jimin uses his kakao to communicate with you just in case you could be heard in the deathly silence that has filled the whole twentieth floor of the hotel. 

It’s as he jokes that you hear the bang of the main door opening and you both jolt, turning off your phones. You  guess it is Taehyung searching when he does not turn on the lights, which makes you almost crack until he enters the bathroom and knowing where the bathtub is, turns the water on without a word. You both share a brain cell and manage to keep quiet, which is probably unexpected or the signal Taehyung needs to just turn it off and walk out of the room. 

You are soaked and you immediately panic for your phone. You try to get out of the tub to turn on the light but Jimin holds you still and covers your mouth with his hand before you even have the chance to speak. Then you hear it; Taehyung’s steps as he moves away from the bathroom door’s frame where he has been waiting for any sign of a resilient prey. Then he truly leaves the room and closes the door behind himself. However, Jimin doesn’t let you go with your mouth still covered, until you try to move away from it.

“Sorry…” he whispers in your ear as his digits slide slowly down like a caress across your chin and throat.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, trying your best to hold your sanity in place. The way your back is pressed against his chest makes your lungs scream for air and you hope the touch you feel in your rear isn’t his crotch because you are losing your mind already. But the way he clears his throat as he moves to the side, tells you it’s exactly it. 

He turns on his phone’s flashlight before he speaks, “We should get these clothes off.” he offers with a mischievous look. You are not sure if it is your drunkenness or the accentuated scent coming from his wet body but you feel light-headed. With a giggle, you pull your shirt off, throwing it unceremoniously to the floor. You know you are definitely drunk. 

Returning the giggle after staring at you with shocked eyes for a moment, he imitates the motion and you both stay there looking at each other under the dim light. But then like magnets of opposite poles, both of you move toward each other, lips meeting in a heated kiss. His hands knead your hips as he deepens the kiss and teases with his tongue at the centre of your lips; separating with an open mouth smirk. His breath slides through the buds of your tongue as he hufs air between his teeth and tongue while he moves it from one of your fangs to the other and again closes his lips with yours. His lips are so plump it feels like nothing you have felt before, his taste flipping your buttons intoxicating you, your fingers going through his hair at the scalp, electrifying through his whole nervous system. 

His hands move from the low of your back to your buttocks, squishing them in his palms while pulling you towards him, the hardness on his lower body printing its shape against the thin fabric of your skirt. Pulling away from you,  he looks you in the eye, searching for something you can only guess is your consent and all you feel is the impulse to keep kissing him which you act on and he takes as an invitation. He walks out of the tub and pulls you to step out, then without warning he carries you and sits you on the counter next to the sink, kissing his way from your neck to your breasts. He unclasps your bra to take in a full view of them. Your pebbled nipples make his mouth water and he quickly takes them in his mouth sucking one first then the other, nibbling all around them, eliciting moans of pure pleasure before nibbling his way  to your abdomen.

“I have condoms in my back pocket.” he says, stopping suddenly and raising his eyes as he allows himself to fall on his knees in front of you. “But I’m not into quickies and I can bet we really won’t have time for it.” he says before parting your legs and lightly biting the delicate skin on the inside of your knee before tilting his head to look at you sideways. “However, I do want to see you touch the sky.” he explains nibbling his way up to the edge of your skirt, drawing a circle with the tip of his tongue right where the skirt starts covering your flesh. “May I?” he asks politely. 

You feel slightly apprehensive because you’ve known him in actuality for only a short period of time. You might have followed him as a fan for a long time, but you remember those video compilations of him poking his tongue out and it makes you press your thighs together.  You nod, giving him an opening. He pulls you to the edge of the counter just enough for him to pull  your panties down easily before putting them carelessly folded in his pocket.

He pushes you back a little bit before lifting your skirt over your hips and looking at you, making you blush . He smirks before he retakes the spot where he marked with his mouth earlier, tracing up until his lips meet your groin and he lightly bites just right before it, making you lean your head against the mirror. Then his mouth closes the last distance to place a gentle kiss with those full lips over your nub before he starts to suck on it and your eyes close, a moan slipping out of your mouth.

He teases its sensitivity, kissing, licking, poking his tongue to flick it then surounding the whole area with his lips to work with the moisture and wetness of his mouth, giving gentle sucks. Your eyes are already closed and your hand grips the counter and his hair. But when he hits a particular motion at just the right pace, your eyes fly open, astonished as an even louder moan escapes your open mouth. The smirk he makes against your core when your eyes meet, makes you close your eyes again, pleasuring you on a different level and making you focus solely on the work of his mouth.

The world vanishes around you as you feel him drag, circle and suck in patterns that only he seems to understand or you are too high on him to take conclusions from. You open your eyes again, still unaware of where you are the moment you feel the pressure rapidly build and him going harder against your mound.

It almost feels  way too fast, your explosion, releasing all the pressure from your body against his still pleasuring mouth, reaching a high-pitched guttural moan of pleasure that resounds against the tiles of the bathroom before he tops it off with a kiss. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before standing and offers you a smile. “Nice, huh?” he says flirtatiously, making you nod through your blurry vision. He lowers to pick up his shirt and puts it back on. “I’ll wait for you in the room.” he says before turning on the light, walking out and closing the bathroom door behind himself.

It takes you more than a minute to collect your thoughts and wash up in the shower, noticing the thick liquid drenching your slit, where you were more than ready to receive him. But you brush it off, finishing the task and drying yourself with one of the clean towels placed carefully over the radiator. It takes you a couple more minutes while searching the bathroom to realize Jimin has your undergarments and you walk out with your hands on the front of your skirt as if it didn’t cover enough, aware of your nakedness underneath. 

You find him sitting at the office desk’s chair scrolling through his phone in the pitch dark room. The light coming from it, the only thing illuminating his face since the one from the bathroom doesn’t do much to brighten up the room. “You have… my underwear.” you mutter, suddenly feeling shy about it. 

“Oh yeah.” he says pulling it out of his pocket, calmly, “didn’t feel right leaving it lying around.” he says giving it to you before grabbing your hand to kiss, as he places the piece inside your palm. 

“We should get out, apparently we are the last men standing… I don’t trust it. But we should poke our heads and see if it’s true, just in case.” he dares with a smirk.

It’s then that you put them on and follow him outside, only to come face to face with Yoongi, who frowns for a second and then shushes you silently, shooing you back from where you came; vocalising a, “Not done yet.” That's when you hear someone clear his throat behind you. You turn to see Taehyung with a mischievous look in his eye and the three of you take off running in  the opposite direction with excited giggles.

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NAMJOONED IN THE FOREST

💕Pairing: Namjoon x Reader 

📝Summary: A little piece of smut of a bigger plot/story.

✏️Genre/au: Smut, Canon, hidden relationship 

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 1609

⚠️chapter warnings: explicit smut

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“Girl, I was home half an hour ago. Couldn’t you have told me this then?” you say after almost ten minutes on the phone with one of your friends who made the cut for BTS+Army in the Soop, while lying on a picnic blanket. The floor is soft with the greenery of the forest and the tall trees covering you from the summer sun. The view at this height is spectacular and there is nowhere else you want to be at this exact moment. Especially not to do what is being requested. “No, I’m not going to. Not right now at least. Don’t make me swear–Bitch, I’m in the middle of nowhere. Do I draw the fucking tofu? J-Hope is in house two, he didn’t go out with the others. I’m sure–” Namjoon’s dragon eyes set on you, then his hand moves from your goosebumped arm, where he had been drawing caresses, to the strap of your dress. Sliding slowly in between the thin fabric and your collarbone, his eyes move to the phone, where you can hear your friend spiralling about going to talk to Hoseok. “Calm down, he’s not going to eat you for going to talk to–Shhh. Oh my god, don’t say that!” you speak, trying to placate her nerves but suddenly Namjoon’s hand darts from your skin to the phone and grabs it, ending the call. Then he places it at his side of the blanket behind him and pulls both your hands above your head while straddling you.

He bends his upper body to kiss you with the fierceness of a man starved. His lips wrap yours making you respond with the same intensity and his taste hits your brain making you feral. You contort your legs out of the cage built by his thick and muscular ones, wrapping them around his waist and pulling him down to meet his hips with yours. The grunt he lets out over your lips prickles your senses and the moment he abdicates to your movement, you notice the full length of his hard on against your pelvic bone. He nibbles at your lower lip and lets out a second grunt that sends a shiver through your whole body and concentrates its electricity right where your bodies are connected. 

The way your breath falters and you want to mewl, brings you to the realisation that you’ve never been turned on this quickly in your life. He retakes the kiss with the same hunger and grinds against you. The intense rub against your receptive bud makes you drip in your panties, finally letting out a moan against his mouth. Encouraged by your music, he rubs against you again and takes hold of your wrists with only one of his big hands. His lips travel from kisses on your cheek to the crook of your neck, where he savours you, making you moan softly again. 

His free hand finds its way to the hem of your blue dress and slightly pulls it up. He then  sneaks his hand up your thigh and explores the band of your underwear. With a chuckled hum, he slides his fingers in between your skin and the elastic to partially pull them down; giving access to your bare rear. He grasps the flesh in a handful while ravenously nibbling and grinding again. 

“Please…” you whine, moving your hips up with want. He grunts and sucks on your throat with more intensity and you are sure he is leaving a mark at this point. “Please…” you mumble, completely lost on the his hips carve into you. If he was inside of you, he’d be making you scream, and he seems to be eager to make that happen. The hand playing stress-ball with your buttock moves to your abdomen as he rises to his knees. He pulls your deep green panties down your legs, never letting go of your wrists. “Let me.” you ask him, eyes moving from his face to his hand’s new location over the laces of his grey sweatpants. 

He lets go of you and you move to your knees to get face to face, putting your hands on his nape, dragging your fingers on his short hair while aiming for a kiss that he receives enthusiastically. The way you slide your hands under his ribs, his back, and then the waistband of those pants has him pressing his body to yours, in need of friction. Your hands slide in and you grab his cheeks, only adding to his grinding. Then you move them to his sides, sliding the piece of clothing to his thighs and having to lower your body to get them down to his knees,  finding yourself face to face with his member. 

Without thinking twice, you take him in your mouth causing him to gasp,  losing balance for a second, your hands steady on his hips as you bob your head for the first time. “Fuck…!” he groans and you invigorate in your ways; separating to the tip and licking circles as you hold him between your lips. The spit of his precum over your tongue makes you introduce him back in fully, head  trespassing against your vocal cords. When you pull away to catch your breath, he doesn’t allow you to take him back in, scooping your chin up. “No…” he whispers breathless and then unexpectedly reaches behind you managing to make you turn around. “Can I?” he asks, pulling up your dress almost to your bare core. 

“Yes-Yes, please.” you plead for him to take you in that position. Instead, after hearing your acceptance, he pushes your upper body down to the blanket. Placing the dress to rest on your back, he grabs you by the hips and his mouth meets your core. 

At first, you are shocked but his tongue drawing art on your core makes you forget about anything else. You moan to his circles and leaps over your bud. “God!” you cry once you feel the orgasm getting near but he stops abruptly and you pull yourself up to look at him in wonder, finding him stroking himself as he reaches from something at the left pocket of his trousers. 

The pinkish rubber wrapping around his length makes you relax and smile at him. One of his hands pulls you from the hip and holds you as his tip meets your entrance but impatience wins on your side when you move backwards with your knees and hips, pushing him in faster than he expected. The take in your depths with that suddenness breaks on his self-control and he uses both his hands on your hips to push in until the intrusion makes your walls hold him. Your breath hitches but when he pulls partly out and fills back in, feeling his swollen balls against your clit, you let out a strangled cry.

“Fuck! Did I hurt you?” he says, leaning forward to hug you and starting to pull out. You push backwards again with such intent he falls sitting on his legs and you on his lap where he hugs you. “I’m sorry,” he apologises, planting a kiss on your head that you turn into a make out session the moment you tilt your head searching for his lips.

You lap-dance on his dick, rolling your hips as the kiss deepens, and he pushes forward to kneel again. Holding you with one hand over your left breast and the other snaking down to draw circles against your nub,  he starts pounding in you until he gets a pace. He then stops both stimulations and makes you lean again, rolling his hips on you so well you give in to moan with every thrust. The way he makes you feel draws a smile on your lips even with how busy your throat is responding to his ministrations and he adds more by rubbing your clit again when he feels you are getting closer.

The rush of adrenaline, the pleasure wave making your toes curl, makes you giggle when it’s past its peak and Namjoon also chuckles before pushing you down on your stomach to fuck you relentless to reach his own ecstasy. “Gosh… you’re so wet… Fuck!” he grunts nibbling on your earlobe and then your shoulder. The way your walls are sensitive to the railing starts to build a new orgasm, that makes you instinctively roll your ass up against him, to take him even deeper. 

“Namjoon… I–” To the sound of his name something in him sinks and he suddenly grunts, spurting his essence, one white rope after the other as he keeps the pace. It’s his sound too that sends you over another lightning orgasm, walls pulsating over his shaft before he pulls out. Breaths are ragged as he falls to your side but still, he’s gentle enough to pull down your dress to cover you before he pulls up his sweats. A second after you start laughing, so does he. “Let’s go for a walk, huh?” you mock him playfully and laugh again, making him smile and chuckle in response. “You definitely Namjooned me…” you insinuate, and this time it’s his throaty laugh that proceeds. 

“Hey, but look at the view…” he says, pulling you to his body so you can hug him before you look at your surroundings. The power of nature sinks in like the fresh air and it makes you smile widely at him once your eyes meet again. “I didn’t trick you completely…” he jokes, gifting a dimpled smile before something vibrates at one side of the blanket, causing you both to look. It’s your friend again.

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THE CASTLE

💕Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

📝Summary:

A resting time becomes a game of seduction that has you almost wanting to crawl walls.

✏️Genre/au: Canon, Romance, Smut, Married life

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 3005

⚠️Warnings: Smut, explicit smut, breeding kink, trying to conceive, frustrating seduction

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You look at yourself with the inner camera of your phone as you apply some colour at the center of your lips to make them look more appealing, while lying on the fake grey, fur carpet, next to the crackling fireplace. You lean slightly on your side to show of he curve of your hips as you dab on the lipstick accurately, then lean back on your belly and bounce your feet, crossed at the ankles, knowing his full attention is on you. His white tee pressed over your curves in that position, being all you are wearing over the intricate grey set of lingerie that he gifted you randomly before the trip, probably the ones to blame on keeping him focused.

Still, you don’t look at him.

There's no need to. You know he’s sitting with one leg over the other, with a neutral demeanour, those big eyes perceiving your every move. The tension, a vibrating danger in the dead silence room, only interrupted by the background sound of the fire and the metallic sound of a spoon repeatedly hitting the walls of the ceramic cup he holds in his hands, is making your body stay on alert. 

You know he won't move; not yet. But your awareness of your surroundings makes you sensitive to each one of his slight movements. 

Through the corner of your eye, you catch the image of him sitting down on one of the   plain upholstery, nineteenth century chairs about eight feet away from you. He is dressed in tight-fitted black trousers and a combo of patterned, loose-fit shirt inspired on the 00s with an open chest and a matching hairband from the 60s or 70s, keeping his hair away from his face. Even with that slight glimpse, he’s breathtaking and your skin sizzles.

You thank the stylist for her pick of a mullet for his black hair, this time. He looks stunning with any change but black makes him look especially good, more intense and mysterious. Just as if his unpredictable personality could get accentuated by the shade of his hair.

The power he’s letting you hold over him at this very moment, is also kind of unexpected. But, he knows you’ve earned a little teasing revenge after all he’s been doing to you since you’ve arrived at the castle-looking cottage. 

For things like his hands roaming over your body, pressing his hardness against your sweet cheeks or one of your thighs, without moving, but still tormenting you in your sleep. Staying there, until the whole sexual energy emanating from him wakes you up; only to leave as soon as your lashes flutter and your eyes slowly open to chase his retreating figure.

Maybe, for cornering you around the house, acting as if he wants to kiss you but he then turns and leaves without a word. Or when he makes you sit on counters, bureaus or tables to tease with his hands underneath your clothes, only to inspect and acknowledge which set of lingerie you were hiding. 

Or the cherry on top, when this morning he has imprisoned you against the kitchen counter as you prepared some rolls for lunch, pressing his hard on against your ass, once more making your body ache. Finally managing to surrender your cool with you abandoning your task, rolling your hips against his body to create as much friction as possible. And your hands still dusted on flour, undoing the front buttons of your dress to reveal your underwear; a satin purple set that he normally can’t resist.

Your need leads you to take his hands away from the counter and place them over your boobs, causing him to lose his breath and involuntarily close them to feel the breasts, noticing the fabric of the only set you have in that material. Without ignoring it but not letting your pride feel satisfied with it, you've made him explore, guiding his hands over your ribs and waist until he finds your pelvic area, sliding one of them over your core to indirectly ask him to claim it. This time, a low grunt has escaped his throat and you’ve thought you got him. 

His hands have gone up your waist, bending you over the counter while grinding against your covered core from behind. Low sounds still coming from him, making you want him so badly that you moan in need yourself; you really thought you did. Not giving a damn about the rolls, that surely were going to get ruined if he was to take you in that position, all you have been able to think of was him taking you right there and then. 

Against your deepest desires, he’s done exactly the same as he has since you arrived. He leaves while taking a deep breath and pushing his hair backwards. Without even looking back; enraging you, frustrating you.

It feels like a bad joke that he rented a whole damn look-alike castle for a week to be alone and play you around, instead of fucking you in every room possible. Yet, he has been acting like that for the length of four days during the time he hasn't been working, only stirring your unwillingness to beg and it's exasperating. So you have decided to make him pay. 

You’ve waken up this morning with a mission. You’ve waved him goodbye through the open door as he went inside the car and as soon as you’ve closed the door behind yourself with a huff of air, you’ve run upstairs. You’ve taken a short shower with cold water to help your skin stay tight and give a boost to your boobs. After using hydrating products for your body and face, you have sat in front of the vanity completely naked. You’ve used the most fainted make up possible and done your hair using it’s natural form with products that make it shine bright under the light of the fire. You know after working on yourself for the almost two of the three hours he’s been out you look at the level of a goddess.

You’ve also had time to prepare his favourite cocoa and left it on one of the adorned jars provided in the kitchen with its lit, over a silver tray, right next where he’s sitting before he messaged you that he was coming back. However, before he’s gotten to this side of the cottage, you’ve had him following notes from the entrance, showing him around the house with a trail of candles; leaving your clean underwear visible with the drawer open, in your room. You've taken your sweet time placing them to guide him to this spot and to find you here, on the floor, ignoring him.

Done with the waiting, that still feels eternal, you throw the lipstick away and lick your finger to clean it up seductively, then roll to your back looking at your phone above you. You know how tempting you look and extending your arms to the sides, you let the phone fall from your grasp with a sigh before you turn around again; upper weight on your elbows and hands locked together as you let the side of your head lean on them while looking down. You let a few seconds pass by, flicker your lashes and take a deep breath before looking up at him in that almost innocent pose. 

He puts his cup aside immediately and you know you’ve won.

Ceremoniously, like stretching you get on your hands and knees to crawl to him, feeling like a panther. His head go slightly backwards and his Adam’s apple moves up and down, letting you know you hold as much power over him as you feel you do.

As you reach him, you put your hands over his knees going slowly up as he leans toward for a kiss but your chin goes down opening your eyes before he reaches you, making him open his too, surprised. A dark look in them calls a warning on your behaviour, yet you tease him once again acting as if you were going to kiss him, closing your eyes and then moving away the moment they are about to touch. 

Fed up he grabs your face with both hands and kisses you fiercely, his tongue sliding into your mouth very fast when you gasp, making yours surrender. You lose your breath and he uses your moment of weakness to lower you to the floor, leaning over you with his hands at the sides of your shoulders. 

When his mouth goes down your chin and he allows his weight over your body, leaning his forearms above your head, you gasp for air; aching for his ministrations, breath soon turning into moans as he nibbles on your jawline and kisses your neck wetly, open-mouthed. By the time he grinds, you're already a mess and a high pitched, low-voiced moan escapes the back of your throat.

"You look so beautiful like this." he whispers into the crook of your neck while a hand makes its way through your body and pushes up the shirt before leaning back a little bit to see what you're wearing. That same hand massages your boob on that side while he grinds on you repeatedly, while making push-like grunts, playfully. "Makes me... want to... be inside... of you… so bad..." 

With your hands, you reach in between your bodies and unbuckle his belt. "Do it…" you demand, against his ear. Then you feel his hand trace your waist from the ribs to the hips before it reaches to grab your shameless one and pin it at the wrist above your head, putting his weight on the elbow as he moves his other arm to do the same with the other. He keeps both your hands there with the left, while the right moves between your bodies to end what you started as he hums to every movement playfully against your ear and you can feel his eyes on you during the process.

With that, he leans against your core. The skin of your thighs raising goosebumps at  the touch of his bare manhood. You spread wider involuntarily and you feel his wide smirk against your jaw before he starts kissing and biting your neck again. His hand then reaches to your covered core, smirk never leaving his lips.

"So wet…” he whispers with a raspy tone. “it has transferred…” then points out, satisfied. “Hmmm… so mine…" he says before love-biting your neck. But the roll of your hips up against his hand to feel a little relief, stops erases his smirk and he scolds. "Patience…" he says in a low tone, as if bothered, warning you.

"Patience??" you fight back underneath him, he leans backwards to look at you darkly. "Four days-!" you start but can't continue as you feel him pulling your underwear from the middle to the side and his member intrude past your entrance, making you gasp.

Even with how wet you are, it stings a little but the delight of his form pressed against your walls, numbs it. His eyes closing as he slides inside, lips parting, feeling you with his body, it's a sight that fills you and hits somewhere in your ego. The way he leans his body against yours, using the contact as a stimulus, while feeling every little detail of you with his form stretching your inner muscles with its thickness, a bliss.

His knowledge of you, very well played, as he pushes himself to reach the edge of your body, making you speak. "Taehyung…"

His efforts then are put against your throat as he tries to calm himself down from the peak that those four days have made him reach so quick. He's had to hold himself back from fucking the life out of you with every breath you took around him during those days and it’s not been easy. It was as if he was not only aware of the days that were getting near but also sensing them, like wolf scenting his female’s heat. 

His wish to be a dad had been the reason for him to rent the luxury home, out of the hotel, away from the members, just for the two of you to have some time out of your stressful lives and give yourselves a better chance to conceive. He'd been looking at your period app to know your fertile days since you two talked about starting to try for a baby, but despite his effort on being especially enthusiastic during those times, within six months nothing has happened yet. 

He takes one deep breath before he starts to move inside of you and your hips go up involuntarily to ease his acces, eager to let him do fill you to the brim. With his arms holding his weight above your head, he kisses you as he moves inside, everytime more intensely as he tries to figure out the right pace for you but soon losing control over himself with the moans escaping your mouth to his. He groans in frustration, taking a little pause breathing in and out, trying to get his head somewhere else, away from the idiotising sensitivity of his member being wrapped around by your walls.

When he starts to move again, your body feels powerful underneath him as his shaft moves in and out of your body but at the same time, his size makes you feel fragile, as if he could split you in two through the pressure. His sweetened mouth plays an extra to your senses, making your eyes stay closed involuntarily, overwhelmed, as your mind tries to process it all. 

As he separates his lips from yours, you can't avoid opening your eyes and looking down the way his tummy is against yours, preventing you from seeing the union but as he notices you peeking down, he raises slightly to let you see; noticing the way you bite your lower lip at the sight. 

“Kinky…” he whispers in your ear as he smoothly leans over you again, pushing harder inside of you. You can feel his smirk in his words against the skin of your cheek and tour whole face tingles. 

With your hands still above your head you feel a vulnerability that’s addictive with him. You’ve learned some of his patterns  but sex always seems like a brand new thing when he decides to be especially dominant. And even with his thrusts being slow, the intensity put into them makes you gasp little moans.  Both his hands take each  wrist and he puts them at the side of your head, using his forearm to hold his weight as he pushes as further, as deep as he can. 

“Tae-” you say, after a low moan that you tried to muffle by closing your mouth.

“Hm-” he mutters in your ear, letting the need of you breathe out his tone. Both of you with your eyes closed, only allowing yourselves to feel. “Fuck-” Blinded by the lust, he pushes himself inside of you fiercely, catching a pace, and you moan again, almost letting your body limp to the sensation. 

“Tae…” you mutter between his pounding, reassuring him.

Once more his head hides in the crook of your neck, while burying himself deep in your core repeatedly with a low set of grunts, you start moaning open-mouthed, motivating him to hit your spot more precisely and make you reach your end. He kisses you, pulling your lower lip as he keeps his agonizing pace, making you wrap your legs around his waist since you can’t hug him; the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room. His lips move down to your throat again, marking a hickey on it and your collarbones, making you press your eyes tight by the little sting. He stops doing it but his lips are part against your skin, raising your awareness of his gaze from underneath, as if expecting something. 

You know the kind of look he must have because it’s stuck in your memory like a piece of art. He suddenly locks any space left between your bodies letting your wrists go and putting his arms above your head as his hips keep colliding against yours with a precision that overwhelms you; having to put your hands on his back and shoulders from underneath as a response, to take hold as you feel like falling.

Like breaking you from inside, taking your breath away making your eyes grow wide, it hits. For how much he knows the way your body reacts when you're unravelled, he sets himself loose and keeps thrusting in you without holding his own release back; really needing it. Hopes put on his aim.

When your orgasm's pleasure decreases, you ease his efforts by raising your hips and latching a leg over the back of his thighs; making him show his teeth completely lost on his effort and his desire, a sudden slow down on his pace and a warmer sensation inside of you being self explanatory. His thrusts turn deep and precise, making you feel him at your cervix while his seed spills directly into your womb. 

You hug him tightly, kissing his neck and jaw lovingly even when he stops moving; unwilling to get out and off of you, he caresses your thigh and kisses your forehead, with the same sentiment. 

After a couple minutes he allows himself to fall at your side but drags you with him making you lie down next to him over the fluffy carpet, with one leg over his hip after he pulls up his underwear. A shower would do both of you some good but the sound of his breath and his heart through his chest to your ear is soothing; the touch of your hair against his long beautiful fingers tricks him into slumber too. 

In your dreams you see a white tiger leave a yellow pumpkin in front of you before he sits to be patted.

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Fridays with Jimin, y'all but yesterday was Taehyung's day 🤭💛

⁂ 16/100 days of park jimin | ly tour europe making

30 MINUTES

💕Pairing: Seokjin x Reader 

📝Summary: 

Two prodigies come across street drugs and create a butterfly effect that endangers the existence of humanity. 

✏️Genre/au: Non-Canon, Sci-fi with hints of reality, Angst, Eternal love, Dark fic

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 4785

⚠️chapter warnings: drugs, drug consumption, illegal acts, explicit smut, slight bondage, major character death

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A/N: Hii! Did you stumble a cross this work? Glad yo're here 😊 Please, let me know your thoughts once you are finished. Feedback keeps me motivated to write 😁

Note that English is not my first language, so please if you find grammar mistakes, let me know. :)

Song lyrics mentioned: 

t.A.T.u- /30 minutes/ and /You and I/

BTS- Spring day

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They were never going to go back home, to walk the concrete paths that led to their doorsteps, as they used to do almost synchronised. Their smiles would not bring the light that day.

The time stopped with the sun shining bright over the pure blue sky and brought the scent of the autumn rain and the dry leaves getting soaked. 

‘I miss you honestly, but I’ll erase you 

‘Cause it hurts less than to blame you.’

Your eyes were heavy as they woke that afternoon motivated by the sun lowering from the sky and sending its rays through the open curtains. His eyes followed the wave the curtains made with the wind sneaking through the cracked open window. His skin raised in goosebumps as the huff reached it. 

That Friday night of the second week of spring break had brought with it the craziest party you had ever been into. 

Your years of university were promising until that very moment. Proofs of your crime were still dusting up the crystal coffee table next to the sofa where you had finally fallen asleep with the sunrise. Or did you pass out at the same time after choking each other during sex? It was difficult to tell. If you could only remember everything… 

Seeing it, thinking about who could still enter and see the deplorable image you had made of yourselves, he stood up from the stickiness in between your bodies and, pulling up his trousers after covering your displayed bottom, he went to the kitchen for some spray and a cloth to clean it up. 

As he walked with his naked feet over the reddish carpet of the main area, his head banged in a way it never had before. He almost stumbled on his steps squishing his lids together so he could sort the way his eyes wouldn't focus properly but still made it through the brown wood frame that led to the kitchen and opened the white enamelled cabinet under the sink. 

You kept on fluttering yours still lying over the ugly and old red sofa, trying to ease the blurry vision provoked by your volcanic brain about to explode. However, you found yourself trying to stand with sticky things and the memory of his weight engraved on your flesh and bones, with the intention to lend a hand on whatever task your partner had put his head into. 

Out of sight, out of mind

The last seven days of your break were exorbitantly stressful when all you were expected to do was enjoy your time giving free will to your hobbies or do nothing at all. 

That first night of mistakes was forgotten, or so you thought, yet at the back of your minds you wondered where all that shit came from. How one simple night, not even that, a simple lapse of thirty minutes gave one strike after another, making you doubt your own sanity or who you were as human beings. 

It couldn't be only the drugs and the alcohol, not when that shadow kept on creeping over every time a new memory of that night fell into place. 

Neither of you spoke about it, although you could see it in the other’s eyes, both afraid of losing what you had, both too scared of the truth. 

Then the last week of spring break ended and you were back to the frenzy of university life, pouring your hearts and souls into that bright future that seemed to be threatened by something silent that wasn’t related to the drugs you swore to never take again. 

Out of time to decide

The moment it hit the news nobody paid real attention to it. It looked just like rabies or an alteration of it. Something the CDC could have under control, just like any other disease. But when they finally found the courage and a strategy to go back your steps from that Friday night, when you saw the images of the CCTV at the lab from that spring day after hearing the radio on your way there; you knew it was over. 

You didn’t voice out that feeling but it was like the world had stopped spinning and suddenly everything made sense. The guilt, the fear, the pain went back to you in a single strike. The strange unsettling feeling finally taking form into something you could never escape from.  

Do we run? 

Should we hide? 

For the rest of our lives… 

You deleted all the footage you could find of that day, not before taking notes of every action you had followed before the body of your lab partner had stood and tried to attack you. Before you ran. Before you forgot something went utterly wrong.

What had fallen from the lab table? Where was the cut that infected him when he slid over the samples and broke his neck against the edge of the table? What did he try to do before you ran, still high, thinking you were hallucinating? 

You wondered how, when the effects of the drugs had fully kicked in, you had forgotten about the traumatic event and had a session of absurdly, mental sex while your lab partner finally broke out from the basement lab and roamed freely through the campus in the darkness of the night. 

As you walked out of the building with your things, having added another crime to your list and conscience you jumped in the car while tears edged at your waterlines, as your breathes failed, unable to process fully what you had done or its unimaginable consequences. 

'They have it under control.'

'There's nothing to worry about.' 

Your minds kept on repeating the mantra. But something in you knew the truth:dead people don’t stand and walk;dead people don’t try to attack you; dead is supposed to stay dead and do nothing.

Can we fly? Do we stay?

Sitting on your car in front of his apartment, you stayed in silence as your thoughts revolted. The road had cleared your minds but there was a doubt on whether the vision of a weirdly walking person in a parking lot had something to do with it. In a silent pact, with your eyes meeting as he drove, you both agreed it looked like what Edmund did in the recordings and just drove through leaving the walking dead on the rear mirror.  

"We should go see our parents," you both voiced out at the same time. Like you had done so many times before. "We can be a couple of days away." he added squinting his nose and flickering his lashes a few times. 

You didn't need to voice out what you really thought. The fear. Because admitting that you were scared made the possibility of things going wrong more real and the fragile mental state in which you were, made it unaffordable.

We could lose, we could fail

In the moment it takes

To make plans or mistakes

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The party had started at the Maknae’s fraternity, a large two floor building with a main entrance and two wings that withheld around twenty male students between which there were Namjoon, Jimin and Jungkook. 

As you accessed the building walking up the raisers and entering the open door, you saw all the people scattered around the place. Conversations were held even at the steps of the stairs that led to the first floor because the place was pact. Apparently someone had been too public with the event and people you would have sworn you had never seen once in the campus had also come over for the free buzz and the fun. 

You took some time greeting people you did know while you tried to not lose visual contact from each other because with strangers in the place you didn’t feel as safe. As you spoke and messaged, the red cups started piling around so quickly you wouldn't have guessed how much time it had passed since you arrived. 

30 minutes, the blink of an eye

Neither of you expected to find your friends closed in the basement with a stash of drugs big enough to take you all to prison for some years, confiscated from the people coming into the partywith the abide hands of Jimin and Taehyung who were able to retrieve things without being discovered. If both weren’t passionate law students you would have sworn they were practicing to become the next white hand thieves to pass through history as never caught.

The consumption of drugs was not only illegal but the host, Namjoon, had made it very clear in his invitations that those elements would be taken out of the equation one way or another. The magic number of minutes acted again as the group discussed whether to make the party be over or just call out peoples’s attention. Then something broke upstairs and there was a cheering from the crowd, so they all ran up without too much thought. 

Apart from you, everyone left the basement. You stayed behind with Seokjin to take samples of the drugs after your lab partner, Edmund Jenner, had suggested to see firsthand how those chemicals reacted with infected cells for your project. Which was the main reason you came to the party, knowing you could get your hands into something of use. You just didn’t expect the quantity that there was, becoming slightly anxious as to get caught near any of it or carrying it. 

“I’m taking some extras, just in case.” you whispered with your drunk voice, as you took more samples right before his eyes. The anxiety and the risk was the same, regardless on how much you took.

30 minutes to alter our lives

Seokjin suggested it was time to leave the party after he noticed your friends were kicking people out, giving the excuse of being to tired and a promise of helping next time, under Yoongi’s attentive stare. He seemed to disapprove of you until it was his turn to say goodbye.

"Don't do anything stupid." he whispered in your ear, patting the right pocket of your hoodie before passing to hug his brother. 

Thirty minutes was exactly the time you sat in your car with your pockets full of different kinds of drugs in front of the University Science building before deciding to call your partner.

Thirty more minutes to prepare the samples inside the lab with the feathered touch of an angel to avoid spilling diseases that could endanger the public health if they reproduced and transmitted. Then let your partner started the work as you went for coffee at the machine in the resting room.

Thirty last minutes, because before making that phone call you had decided to take one pill each of what your drunk selves thought it was the type of drug that would keep you up to speed with the work . 

When it finally kicked in, as you were taking a five minute sit at the incredibly comfortable sofa next to the lunch table at the center of the room, the mistake was soon obvious.

30 minutes to make up our minds

As you worked, reality started fading into something different: you were there but you weren’t and there were things that weren’t there, that couldn’t be there. Shadows on the corners that took the form of monsters at the corner of the eye but that disappeared when you tried to look at them.

When you started panicking in a corner of the lab, hearing sirens that Edmund and Seokjin didn’t, he started walking systematically in three different directions while murmuring things to himself; it was obvious to Edmund that you had taken a serious dosage of acid and you were not in the shape to be there with him. 

When he suggested to call an ambulance you panicked even more and asked him, begged him, not to ruin your lives. But it was while trying to stop you from taking a dusty unidentified unit of drug that you tried to run with it and he tripped over a set of samples that had been worked on that afternoon. The samples were experimental types: weaponised diseases designed to fight weaponised diseases on the test. 

The glasses broke and you stopped abruptly with wide eyes to try and help him pick up the mess, only for him to try to move you away as you weren’t wearing the right protection to manage them. In the confusion  he tripped over, breaking his neck against the table behind him. 

You didn’t understand what was going on at first, you tried to shake him, do a CPR but nothing worked. Then, when you finally understood a little bit that your friend was dead, you panicked, unable to take a proper decision or stay focused. 

As you spoke nonsense from the exact same spot where you had tried to help Edmund, you felt movement underneath you but didn’t pay attention, thinking it was the hallucination. The sound of standing gave Edmund up more than it did the little growls he had made before moving and the only reason you turned around was Seokjin’s sudden silence as the colour drained  from colour. Being your first reaction; to try to interact with him, you didn’t move away and as soon as you tried to speak he was over you with his hands and his jaws closing near your face as you held him there.  Pushing him, making him fall, only to find out that he would stand again and try to attack without chance to argue him into stopping.  

Made the both of you, although the irrationality of the drugs, run out of there. You ran and ran until your lungs couldn’t take it anymore and had to stop, lying down in the middle of an empty road. Only a few minutes later, as you watched the stars and got mesmerised by how they moved and how the end of the sky was so far, all of what happened moments ago now seemed just to be part of the drugs. 

“We’ve never called him, right?” he wondered,and your minds seemed to synchronise on that thought because you thought the same, so it had to be true. Both laughed to all the stupid things you had seen: nothing made sense. It was then that you found the little bag in your pocket.

“Probably not…” you giggled again. “Do we try this one too? Up to die?” 

“We won’t… Just a university experience… We… We are not even alive, are we?” he suggested before giggling his lungs out and standing, pulling you with him. “I have to show you my new apartment…”

“I think I’ve been there…” you said, but doubted herself.

“Are you sure?” he wondered, hugging you.

“No…” you whispered before laughing, “Let’s go…”

30 minutes to finally decide

His nose was painful and he sneezed on top of the dust over the coffee table, which he soon forgot about when he heard the struggling moans behind him. 

You were on your belly over the sofa and had your arms paired up with the respective leg, restrained with your belts. Your panties were on your mouth and you were really having a hard time with the whole thing. Your legs and your bare ass were red. The mix of drugs had completely inhibited you, opening the door to do things you normally wouldn’t even think of trying. 

“Even like this you look beautiful.” he said as he moved, standing on his knees over the carpet to release you. 

“Please, daddy… Please…” you begged when he took off the piece of underwear from your mouth. The wetness dripping from your core to the outside, refreshing with the air of the room was the obvious signal that you wanted him inside of you but he only rubbed the hard on over his pants.

“Please what, mommy?” he wondered with a smirk before pressing his lips together in a thin suppressing line. His features quite innocent as he spoke with messy hair and your favourite lipstick smeared over his full lips. 

“Ew-” you said before cracking a laugh and making him release his contained one too. His eyes squinting with the laughter, showing his mostly modest smile widely. 

“-Oh, c’mon.” he said in between hints of air going back to his lungs. 

“You were supposed to say baby or baby girl. Ew.” you laughed again and he cracked up to how convinced you said those words but stopping suddenly with a sudden smack in your buttock and a smile drop.

“And you were supposed to stay quiet…” he said lowering an octave before throwing himself over you and positioning himself in between your legs as you were still on your belly, unable to switch. Then he pushed his lower body against your core with a growl.

“Hm-” a low and strangled moan escaped your throat as you pressed your face against one of the cushions. He then bit over your throat full mouthed without applying force, for your to feel his perfect white teeth over your delicate skin, eliciting another moan. 

He then slid his left hand in between your bodies and aimed to take off his trousers, only to the end of his buttocks, before penetrating you in one go, making you whine.

30 minutes to whisper your name

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Having to stop the car in the big jam at the principal road, you were able to see the fires starting inside the city. Clouds of smoke raise to the sky, turning the day darker and making you panic. 

“This is all our fault…” you whispered, putting your hands over your face the pained feeling of guilt stirring up your gut and making you want to vomit.

“C’mon we have to go-” he said, pulling you up on your feet and guiding you out the vehicle, entwining his fingers with yours.

30 minutes to shoulder the blame

“It couldn’t be us.”

A drag in of the intoxicating smoke filled his lungs.

“This wasn’t us.”

A second one did yours.

“That wasn’t in the lab.”

“This is going to be contained.” 

“This is going to be sorted.”

The lines kept going with the relaxing essence of the burning drug.

“Everything is going to be okay…”

30 minutes of bliss, 30 lies

“The trains are still working, then?” you wondered on the phone.

“Yes, they are taking people out of the city since there’s this rowdiness.” Hobi replied at the other side of the line. “Do you want me to wait for you?” he wondered. 

“No, don’t wait for us. Just take all of them with you, please. Make sure no one takes the stupid decision to stay in the city.” replied your partner alarmed, through the speaker.

“But-”

“Please. I’m begging you to do all you can to take them out of here.” he continued. You had seen it, you knew now how bad the city was getting and how bad it would get. Crowds formed in the main streets and when police tried to dissipate them, as the crowd moved you could see bodies lying on the floor. Soon after, there would be shots to a weirdly behaving person who would stand soon followed by those other bodies, diverting their attention to the agents. Whose bullets didn’t seem to be successful on stopping them as they kept on advancing before a headshot would finally make them unable to carry on with that obsession to bite. 

As Seokjin kept guiding your way, you saw this one girl fall from a set of stairs as she run up her building. She seemed okay as she did but then slipped and her nose hit upwards against one of the steps, reminding you of Edmund and as you kept walking unable to strip your eyes out of the awful scene. In the matter of two minutes, as you kept advancing through the long street, she suddenly moved from her inert position and stood slowly to walk towards the moving crowd, attracted by the noise.  

“Ok but if I have to take you with me, you have to come too… You sound-” 

“There’s no time for us to get to the train station right now, we’ll take the next one. Please, just go.” Seokjin was near to tears and his brother knew it. This time Hobi didn’t object and once he hanged he rushed to get all of them in the train. Making it just before the doors closed.

‘Like the tiny dust, tiny dust floating in the

air

I could have reached you faster.’

You just kept on running through streets and moving crowds, until you found yourselves face to face with the dead. Their pale faces turned your way once your strong steps and your agitated breaths gave you away. They were hoarding, taking new hostages on their hunt for fresh meat. 

Stunned, you turned around quickly and ran until your lungs said enough. With your fingers still entwined nothing could tear you apart, not even the dead. If you were to go, you would do it together.

30 minutes to finally decide

You breathed fear, you sweated it too, making it through every corner and every hallway to your destiny. You could only do your best to avoid the walking dead, carefully looking for any signs of those things but the feeling was there, pumped in the adrenaline running through your veins. 

You and I Hold me tight

You and I Gotta fight

You and I Side by side

You and I Say good-bye

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It all felt similar to when you used to meet. How once you fled a couple of elders who were cursing you after they had caught you sneaking into their backyard. You laughed as you tried to catch up with the required oxygen for your brains to work properly. 

Partners in crime, your initials carved with a knife in the old oak tree,as a timeless reminder of your love. But those were easy times.  

You and I Feels so right

You and I Holding tight

You and I Side by side

You and I For the rest of our lives.

Too young to care, you would lie on a rooftop at night and watch the eternal beauty of the stars shining in the sky. But compared to the ones shining in your eyes, they weren’t so beautiful nor so impressive. 

Neighbours since you were babies. Then best friends. Now lovers.

Every night. We're all alone. Every night.

My only hope Is the light That's shining from inside you.

Back in school days, when one or the other’s grades weren’t hitting the scores you had set for yourselves, tears were cried in the other’s arms. You wanted to go to the same high school, to the same university. Always, always together. And you are.

'Cause you believe, in what we are

You believe, in what we'll be

Give me strength 

So I can stand beside you

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As you kept on running through the crowds and past them, someone suddenly looked at you and raised his eyebrows with recognition, although you would have sworn you didn’t know that person who shouted your names with anger, alerting the people close to him to turn around. You paralysed for a second before you noticed the sharp objects in their hands and then pulled Seokjin with you as you finally understood you were going to be mobbed and most likely murdered for a reason you failed to comprehend.

You were fast again through the bodies in the crowd, until you managed to out-manoeuvre your persecutors and hide behind a container in an alleyway. When it was finally safe to return to the main streets you saw it, displayed for all to see on the big screens of the buildings: the lab video, your faces with your names underneath portrayed right next to it. your steps went backwards stumbling with people but carefully making sure to cover your faces. Thankfully, they were too busy listening to the words thrown over your stories. Turning and twisting through the city, you kept running with the fear drowning the tears your eyes couldn’t drop. 

You didn’t know there had been an ongoing investigation when Edmund Jenner’s body was found; the police department had managed to figure out by the time of death that he was probably one of the first infected. 

You didn’t know that just an hour prior the police had finally obtained enough information to lead them straight to the laboratory, acknowledging the biological accident. Of which the investigating department of the university, had to take measures but hide instead. Yet the authorities had recovered the obvious missing day from the tapes with the help of a technician and you were outed by your own lack of knowledge on that department. 

The university knew all the time there had been an accident but since Edmund had walked out alone, they simply brushed it off and let you go on with your day as if no one knew what had happened between those four walls. Your excellent careers had saved your asses but were about to become the hurricane  at the wings of the butterfly. 

No truths to confirm

No lies to deny

Too hopeless to care

We're to scared to cry

He stopped first, not too far away from the train station, right next to an empty soccer field, and you walked to get next to him. He motioned for you to lie in the grass and looked at the sky, turned blue and grey with the smoke. 

How you wished for the rain that day. Something to clean the streets, clear out the smell of the dead under the heat of that starting summer. Something to wash out the guilt from your consciences and the effects on your bodies, since you felt like you had been beaten up both ways.

Carousels in the sky

That we shape with our ways

“If there could have been worse consequences to us taking drugs…” you whispered, eyes dry but the knot of the contained sobs making you feel like you were being choked.

“We had to pay the worse price to pay for a major crime… What we were dealing with, was a human project. Something we should have taken more seriously…”he murmured, the guilt in his voice sending a needle straight from your brain to your heart.

“I’m so sorry…” you whispered with strangled voice. He shook his head before hugging you, a single tear escaping his left side. Probably the only thing he had ever hid from you.

Under shade silhouettes 

Casting shame 

“We’ll die. Wherever we go.” you voiced with a low sob, your throat finally giving up although the efforts you had been making, loosening the moment you realised that was the truth and reality.

“We will.” he confirmed, sobbing too and pressing you closer against his body. The only thing that scared him about it was that, him as a science person though there was nothing after death and that meant losing you.

Your phones buzzed at some point while you looked at the clouds, silently. The regret, covering your eyes in a blurry vision of the reality finally dripping down your dusty cheeks. 

Crying rain

Can we fly? Do I stay? 

“Yes…” he replied, trying to sound like he hadn’t been crying his heart out just a minute ago.

“Tell me what I saw in the news isn’t true.” begged Namjoon, pained. 

“We didn’t mean to… I’m so sorry…” Seokjin replied, breaking into sobs again.

“You have to get out of there right now!” Jimin shouted, alarmed.

“They are going to torture you if they find you!” added Taehyung with concern poured on every letter he pronounced.

“People are losing their minds! Get out of there immediately!” Namjoon insisted.

“Ok. We’ll go to the train station now.” you replied, pulling Seokjin up, drying your tears in order to see what was in front of you.

“Good luck. See you soon.” Yoongi added before hanging.

You took one last speedy advance, until you found the empty station. Right after entering the empty train it blocked it’s doors as if the travels had finished. But when you tried to knock on cabin, you  saw the driver walk out of it and take the stairs, without looking back.

Then, unexpectedly, the train started it’s path out and an unsettling sensation covered you whilst you sat down in the nearer sit and hugged each other.

We could lose, we could fail

Either way, options change

chances fade, 

Trains derail.

They were never going to go back home.

I want to thank @ffion451 for helping with this and not let me delete it 💜😘