Quick! Barefaced Taehyung Before My Bias Gets Back!

ஐQuick! Barefaced Taehyung before my bias gets back! ஐ

....I think Kooks on to me-

False Alarm, Everybody, We're in the clear. Carry On!

Mrs. Jeon Vol 3

Synopsis• One nightstand gone Marriage!? The past catches up with Yn when her head over heels husband finds his lost bride and will keep her by any means necessary.

Category's•Violent Thoughts, Hostel Behavior, Nsfw (Later), and Bratty Jungkook.

Duos• Yandere! Jungkook x Chubby! Reader

Vol 1, 2, 3, 4,

What’s going on down there? It sounds restlessly calm. You could hear muffled voices but nothing more; you aren't too keen on testing your luck and sneak into the corridor to eavesdrop on their conversation. Pretty sure the door is locked anyway.

Instead, You took note of the confined walls surrounding you. A typical master bedroom accessorized an earthy decor, cute mini-plants placed in various room areas, two tiny pet turtles in a tank constructed into a giant wooden bookshelf.

Speaking of books, talk about books galore. The shelved books had little to no wiggle room aside from the one empty slot belonging to the open novel on the nightstand. The owner won’t mind you partaking in one quick gander-

“Ah!” You gasp, fixing your eyes on your newly treated ankle. For a minute, you just about forgot this crazy abducted situation your in. The bedsprings dip as you flop back into the spot where Jimin left you. Jimin was the man you fell on during your first attempt at freedom; he was even generous enough to bandage with utmost care.

A kind gesture a particular bunny wasn’t too thrilled on seeing, Jungkook's face soured while watching Jimin’s filthy little womanizing hands caressing the delicate soft plushy skin of his carrot’s legs.

Son of a bitch trying to cop a feel on his wife, Jimin’s flirtatious persona, led him out to be a well-known heartthrob but often seen as a gigolo through certain people's point of view and, frankly, Jungkook's wife won't be a victim of the Jimin Effect.

Crash!

The smash of a glass object-making contact with the hard marble kitchen floor snatched Jimin’s and your attention giving it to the irritable bunny who’s psychotically enthusiastic about testing his progress in strength by snapping his hyung’s neck-

Oh, no, his carrot looks frightened-He shouldn't do such a brutal act of love with his wife nearby; her poor innocent heart might shatter. No violence...At least for the time being.

Next thing you know, Jungkook's face lightened up, and even when Jimin bit his head off for breaking one of Jin’s fancy dinnerware, his facial expression persisted undaunted. Jungkook kept a serene masquerade, but through closer observation, he clenched his jaw at Jimin’s hand on cradling the small of his wife’s back, guiding her into hiding in the upper part of the house for a reason unknown.

Jungkook let Jimin take you no-fuss included, Hence, Your encaged situation. For all, you know, The men were downstairs plotting a far-flung strategy to murder you making it look like a battle of defense.

Though, You were more occupied by another Crack for the floor down below. ” Ahh!” You cried out, falling back on the bed once again.

Meanwhile, Downstairs.

”Stop! Breaking Hyung’s plates, or we're both as good as dead!” Jimin growled. ”Quit avoiding the question! Who the hell is that woman!? Did you hurt her!? Why-!” Jimin asked Jungkook until his cheeks burned a reddish hue, and his neck veins were dominant.

In one swift breath, Jungkook responded. “ She’s Mrs.Jeon. My wife.”

Jimin knew his maknae had a few loose screws in his head, but this is getting out of hand.

”Wife?! Do you know how old you are!? Kook, You just turn twenty-three-”

”So What.” Jungkook interrupted. ”You want me to wait until I’m an ancient fart like Hyung to get married.”

”Pffft.” Jimin pressed his lips into a thin line suppressing his need to laugh. ”Ahem, respect your elders-You little brat.”

Amidst the brothers at each other's throats, another member of the maknae line awakened from his mid-morning nap; drowsy eyed Kim Taehyung waddled upstairs to check up on his Hyung living in the room above him.

He could have sworn a faint scream is what he heard-Well; there's no harm in checking.

You jumped at the squeaky hinges of the door opening. Wait, it was unlocked!? Expecting the uninvited visitor to be Jungkook, You raised a pillow over your head, ready to be hurled-to your amazement; it was a completely different man.

A long-haired male with long chocolate locks kept at bay by a beige headband; his attire was disarray. His tank top hung off his shoulder, slightly creased in his pajama pant’s waistband.

Adorable, to say the least, the poor thing’s eyes weren’t even fully open yet, the pretty pink pout of his lips nearly forced an” Aw” from yours.

”Who are you?” He grumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

Sweet mother of deep, He stood a few feet away, but the raspiness and depth of his voice caused your insides to start quivering.

”I’m-I’m the sand fairy.” You choked out, fluttering the tips of your fingers as if spreading magic dust. ” I'm here to ensure all your dreams are sweet. ”

You nibbled your lip nervously, hoping he takes the bait. He yawned in response dragging his exhausted body across the room to you; he halts. You gulped, staring up at him; you felt like a mouse about to pounce on by a tiger.

”H-H-I!” You yelped.

The man took no real investment in your fib; instead, he decided to reap the benefits of how soft and plushy you are by laying his head on your bare thighs. He wiggled in place to reach maximum comfort.

”Ah.” He moaned, falling back to sleep.

Oh, dear.

………

The sound of the hyung’s arrival made the two maknae gulp.

First in the door was Hoseok, hands full grocery bags ” Come help! Quick, save the ice cream if it isn't soup by now.”

Namjoon followed behind. ” I told Jin not to get the ice cream first-He knows how he gets with his coupons.”

”The worst part is he got upset when we told him that's enough food then told to stay in the car.” Yoongi stretched out the pins and needles feeling in his limbs.

”You may say that's enough now, but when that brat comes, he's going to eat us out of house and home!” Jin scolded, unconsciously fetching the rest of the bags.

Jin froze, staring at Jungkook, helping put the food in the correct places. He didn't hesitate to smother his baby boy in a hug, but right after, he jabbed Jungkook's gut.

”Oof!” Jungkook doubled over, gripping his chest. ” I missed you too,” He coughed.

Jin stood tall. ” And there's plenty more where that came from once Hoseok gets his hands on you.”

Anyone but Hoseok.

” I heard Jk!” Hoseok rushed Jungkook a bear hug. ” Thank goodness you're alright!” He jabbed in his Jungkook's gut. ” Where the hell have you been?!”

Jungkook groaned. ” Ou-Ouch..I won't be able to tell you if I keep getting hit.” He cleared his throat. ”America.”

”America!” The hyungs blared out.

Namjoon pinched the bridge of his nose. ” What possessed you to go there on your own? Have you forgotten what you are?”

Jungkook sighed. “ I know, I know, but I just envy normal people around my age having the freedom to go wherever they want.”

“ But you’re not," Yoongi brutally minced Jungkook’s sob story. He’s not particularly fond of beating around the bush, especially when dealing with his brothers earlier this afternoon. “ Unlike ‘normal’ twenty-year-olds, you are adored by army who would be upset if anything happened to you.”

Jungkook bowed his head in shame; the thought of army never really crossed his mind.

“And-“ Yoongi continued. “ There are crazies in every country, so what made you think heading off on your own would be alright!?”

“Why America?” Namjoon’s brow jumped as the gears in his head began to turn. “ Out of all the beautiful places we visited-You chose the U.S? What was there that you had to leave without an explanation?”

Namjoon stared at Jungkook’s eyes not in a malicious sense, just a habit when trying to figure out a solution or, in this case, a missing clue to the reason his little brother hopped up and left.

“Twinkats (Twinkies),” Jimin laughed nervously. “ I bet his suitcase is full of them.”

Sadly, Jimin’s fairy charm wouldn’t work this time. Jungkook is drowning in deep waters, and there’s no salvage coming for miles; at this rate, Jungkook had two options: tell the truth, orrrr, run away with his loving wife in his arms.

Not gonna lie; Jungkook leaned towards the second option, but the fates had another plan.

”Hyung! Hyung! Namjoon-Hyungie!!” Taehyung screamed bloody murder, sprinting downstairs minus jumping the last five steps. ” Her ankle is purple!”

Taehyung paused, breathing heavily in front of the kitchen where the interrogation is being held, accompanied by a woman injured cradled in his arms, more worried about him dropping than her throbbing ankle.

Taehyung had the room’s undivided attention, and Jungkook’s enviousness scowl; his wife was clinging on to another man like a baby koala to its mother but had it been him, she would scratch his eyes out.

Let's not mention the fact! It seems like she's only wearing a shirt, and guess who the owner is, not him!

” Who-”

”What-”

”Why”

” How!?”

Before getting into details about the hyung's reaction to their new houseguest, let's first take a detour to Prince Taehyung mini rescue adventure.

A good hour in, Taehyung woke up from the best nap of his life to beautiful damsel sniffles and tears. The sweetheart asked what was wrong and nodded as the damsel explained, coming to realize she was in distress. Prince Taehyung aided the beauty with new clothes and tied a red ribbon into her hair….beacause he thought it would look pretty (Shrugs).

However, her ankle injury required a different source of help, so who else to ask but his favorite Hyung? But he couldn't find Yoongi in his room, so he decided to ask Namjoon instead.

Back to the original story

Taehyung explains the truth unconsciously, throwing his little brother under the bus.

Jin’s eye twitched as he peered at Jungkook, who was attempting to slip out of the kitchen. ” You little sh-!”

Let's just say Jin didn't nearly beat Jungkook almost half to death with a rice paddle while shouting numerous insults to bruise a thousand men’s pride in a second.

It went silent after Jin banished Jungkook to the beach house a few feet from the house until he wanted to see his face again. Namjoon took it upon himself to introduce the gang.

You politely shared a warm hello but wished nothing more to go home.

Boys With Luv 

♡ Summary ♡  I can’t explain it but it involves these two lovely boys and explicit content. 

♡ Pairing ♡ Park Jimin x Reader x Kim Taehyung 

♡  Genres ♡  Non! Idol Au, Cheating, Nsfw, and Swearing

You'll go bankrupt if you keep this sinful swindle up, not only that, but the poor young lad is starting to mirror the actions of a lovesick puppy. He'll whine if you don't kiss him goodbye. If you say " Come," he arrives at your feet before you could finish the last syllable, and he's even willing to lose his job for you. 

Honey, All you desired was a quick fling to cope with the death of your late husband. You didn't expect him to come back with anything else other than your packages. The terrifying thing is your starting to adore the naive boy; you even gave him a pet name, Jimmie, 

The lovely flowers and presents he bestowed made your heartthrob and can't help the urge to smother his pale Ivory skin in your lipstick. 

Ding Dong

Speak of the wide-eyed angel; He's here two hours in advance. "You're early." The silk kimono lazed off your naked shoulders. "Do you have my packages?"

You leaned off the entrance walking off to the kitchen. The puppy happily followed with a pep in his step. " Of course, " He answered immediately while closing the door and placing his shoes by the door.

" Good Boy." You purred lightly on the fluffy of his ebony locks. ”Jimmie?”

“ Yes, Darling.” Jimin’s big doughy eyes regularly shimmered and twinkled brighter when speaking to you. “ What’s wrong?”

You're a great actress. Honestly, it must’ve been written in stone, laying down on the couch in a dramatic pose as if an excessive burden weighed on your thoughts.  

” Oh, it's nothing, my little Jimmie,” You faked a sniffle or two and brushed a dry tear off your eye. ”It’s just-you’ve been so busy, and it's so lonely in this big house of mine.” You hiccuped. 

Like clockwork, Jimin fell for those batted lashes and silky voice, feeling terrible about bringing a tear to his darling’s eyes. A single tear run down his cheek. Jimin felt awful. How could he choose work over the one he admires?!

Jimin kissed her forehead and asking for forgiveness. “How can I make it up to you?”

“Well, I do have a few suggestions, Jimmie-May I” You straddled his lap before he could answer. “ A few kisses for these cute plushy lips should do the trick-”

Jimin’s lips attacking your sweet spot left you breathless-that until the doorbell rang. 

“Mm-Don’t answer it,” He grumbled between the pepper kisses, tightening his grip on your hips. 

“Now, Now, Don’t be rude, go upstairs, and I’ll be right there.” 

The boy obeyed like he was told; Jimmie was never the type of puppy to bark back, at least not on her watch. Adjusting the kimono’s shoulders to show a little more skin, no reason to it; it’s just a part of your flirtatious personality. 

“ Hell-O? Tae? Hun-Hunny, Long time no see” You began to thoroughly eye his beauty; nothing has changed just as handsome as ever. 

Kim Taehyung at the time age 20, Another one of your victims whose heart you’ve drained dry; the last time you saw him, you left weeping him on his front door after claiming the relationship was lacking love. The very next day, a cutie by the day of Park Jimin showed up, and well, there’s no use crying over spilt milk. 

“ I missed you, y/n.” Tae held your waist to bring you in close, placing the bridge of his nose in your neck’s crock, relishing in your heavenly perfume. “ God, I missed you so much.” 

Tae was the only sinful bastard that almost had you pegged. Almost. 

You moaned and gasped at the harsh kisses he littered at the peck of your mounds; you raked your fingers through Tae’s chocolate curls, gripping slightly at his roots and taking this small gesture as a means to continue he dipped you lacing your leg around his hip. 

The sudden flash of excitement caused a small squeak to escape from your lips. 

…….Why does it feel like your forgetting something?

“Chimmy?!”

You dip your head backward to spot a shirtless Jimin watching your every move. “Jimmie, He-He um.”

Tae cocked his brow. “ Who’s he?”

Jimin scoffed. “ Her boyfriend and the better-looking man, that’s for sure.” 

Tae grinned with a eat shit expression. “ Oh really, Well, My Kitten’s having a lovely time in my arms.” 

“YOUR Kitten You mean my Chimmy!?” Jimin huffed, snatched you out of Tae’s grip. 

“YOUR Chimmy You mean my Kitten?!” Tae growled, swiping you away by your waist. 

“Chimmy!”

“Kitten!”

“Chimmy!”

“Kitten!”

“Y/N!” The boys shouted.

Oh boy. 

he’s just so pretty…..

A kitten among men 

why is he so damn adorable 😭🥺

bonus:

Drunken Thoughts

Summary-Poor Yoongi stumbles into your cafe in the middle of the night in search of comfort.

100% Drabble energy!

Pairing-Drunk! Min Yoongi x Waitress! Reader

Genres-Idols Au, Angst ,Comfort, and Fluff

Enjoy!

“ Thank you so much. Have a goodnight.”

You’ve never been so glad to say goodbye to this endless day of hardship; the sight of the ‘open’ lights flashing off made a single tear stream down your cheek.

“Thank you, God.” You whispered into the empty diner atmosphere.

Just when you were about to loosen the strings on your apron, those godforsaken chimes that alert the cafe a customer is waiting, but this can’t be the sign is off.

“ Get Out!” is what you wanted to say, but instead, you kindly turned towards the door and kindly smiled even if it’s painful. “ I’m sorry, but we are closed- “

You were expecting an annoying customer but welcomed by an ombre hair man with sweat on his brow and troubled eyes.

”Damnit-! Fuckin writa block!”

The man stumbled forward, falling into your arms, allowing you to get a good whiff of the pungent alcoholic stench oozing out his pores.

”Sir-You're dropping your papers.” You managed to drag his soaked body to one of the booths. Oh no, It’s raining! The man’s papers were scattered about the street. You couldn’t believe your fishing papers in the rain for some stranger.

Drenching wet, You locked the cafe doors and huffed. “Hey, I tried to save your papers-but I could only get a few of them-“

The man sniffled. Was he crying? “It doesn’t matter anyway?” His deep raspy voice sent chills up and deep your spine. The look in his eyes when they met yours was heartbreaking. “It will never good”.

He banged his fist on the table repeatedly until you caught it midway.

“I’m not good enough!” His tears streamed down his chubby cherry cheeks. “ I drink and drink usually it helps but this time nothing!”

“Maybe you're overthinking this um?”

“Yoongi”

“Yoongi,” You smiled, liking the ring of his name in your head, settling beside the poor kitten you handle his larger hand in yours this sweet gesture earned you some eye contact.

It's time to stand on the soapbox.

“ Yoongi, Don’t you think you're being a little hard on yourself-“

“Music is all I have-I-I can’t afford writer’s block.”

Oh god, It’s taking everything out to pinch those chubby cheeks and give him all the kisses in the world even though you just met him.

“ Just because you have writer’s block doesn’t mean you lost your feel for music. Based on all the papers I picked up I say you’re amazing-You’re just..just carrying the world on your shoulders when you can’t lift something that heavy. Think light and it will come to you.”

That night Yoongi spent with you, speaking his mind and enjoying the warmth of your comfort. I hope you realize you have a customer for life.