Doctor Jin

Doctor Jin

DON’T OWN THE PICTURE

"Jin, I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me, the doctor gave me medicine and I just need to rest," you said into the phone to your worried friend while you tried to figure out what kind of juice you wanted to have that morning.

"____-ah, how many times have I told you, you have to call me oppa! I'm three years older than you! But anyways, its my fault that your sick... Let me come take care of you!" he protested through the phone. You sighed and rubbed your face, already feeling more exhausted than you were when you went to sleep last night.

A few nights ago Jin wanted to go and see the lights that were set up in the main square. You had been hesitant, because you knew that it was going to be a little rainy, however Jin convinced you otherwise.

It turned out to be a really fun night. The two of you laughed and spent the night walking around the square. A lot of vendors had decided to set up around the outskirts of the festivities and you and Jin had gone to try out some of the foods. He really wanted to try some of the foreign options. You knew that the man selling the food wasn't particularly cleanly, but the way Jin was looking at the menu with a cute face was more than you could handle.

And of course, you wound up with a nasty cold and a case of stomach issues from the food. The doctor's prescribed you a couple medicines that would help with the stomach pain and you had to keep yourself hydrated.

And Jin felt like that was his job, like the good mother he is.

"Honestly Jin, I'm alright. Don't feel bad, I went out with you. And if it makes you feel any better, the food tasted great," you chuckled before coughing a little. You could hear Jin on the other side of the line making some noise.

"I'm on my way, I'll be there with stuff to make you food with. And don't lock me out like you did last time," he reprimanded. You had to laugh to yourself, remembering the last time you were sick and you didn't want Jin to bother with you, so you wound up locking him out of your apartment. You giggled despite yourself and started back towards your bed.

Around twenty minutes passed and you heard a knock at the door.

"It's unlocked Jin!" you announced from your pillows. You heard the door open and shut right after. Soon Jin was in your room.

"Aish! Why didn't you tell me when you started feeling sick! I would've taken better care of you than those silly doctors," he grumbled before sitting on your bed and brushing the hair out of your face. You had to admit, you missed just cuddling with Jin.

Jin was friends with one of your boyfriends back in school and eventually the two of you wound up becoming even closer than you would've thought possible. Whenever your boyfriend decided he wanted to be an asshole, Jin would come and help you pick up the pieces. He was always there when you needed him and you were there when he needed you. It seemed only reasonable to have him help you when you felt so down.

"Those silly doctors have degrees in medicine and you have a degree in clumsiness and dancing like a chicken so I don't want to hear it," you retorted, patting his leg as you sat up. His hair was messy from the wind outside and his cheeks were pink from the cold. You smiled and rubbed his cheeks to warm them up. Jin simply laughed and rested his forehead on yours, checking your temperature.

"You're burning up, you should rest while I make you something to eat," he chided, tucking you into bed before heading out to the kitchen. You tried to protest, wanting to tell him you weren't hungry for anything. But, the medicine you were supposed to take had to be taken with food.

So you sat quietly and let yourself doze off here and there while you listened to Jin singing while he cooked. It made you laugh to think about how motherly he was. Honestly, anytime anyone was hurt or hungry, Jin was right on it. Always caring for others. It was one of the many things you loved about him. He put others before himself, a quality that was dying out in this day and age. However, Jin made sure that people were taken care of and happy. He seemed to genuinely enjoy helping others, so you just watched in amazement as he worked in several soup kitchens and homeless shelters. He had a degree in culinary but he never did anything substantial with it. He worked low paying jobs because he wanted to help.

You knew you could never do something like that. Be so giving without expecting something in return. You worried about Jin sometimes though. He was so giving almost to a fault. People would easily take advantage of him if you hadn't stepped in on multiple occasions. Jin only wanted to see the best in people and that came with risks. No matter how much good you try to do in the world, the world will always fight back. Because some people simply don't want to be good. But Jin never saw people like that. He was always telling you that there is good in all people. Whether it be the smallest shred of light that shines through the darker soul. Or it if was someone who illuminates any room they walk in. Good exists in everything, but so does evil. You just have to try to find the good.

Although, Jin wasn't afraid to throw down when he needed to. Even though he was probably the most precious little cinnamon bun you'd ever met in your life you have seen Jin fight before. And needless to say it was a terrifying experience.

The two of you had been out drinking and that was a bad combination in that of itself. You didn't hold your liquor very well and Jin always got super serious when he was drunk.

You had been shamelessly flirting with someone the whole night, mainly just for a bit of fun to see if you still had it in you. It wasn't right to lead someone on, but you were wasted and feeling a little lonely. The man had fallen to his knees for you immediately and Jin had gotten very defensive the moment he started putting his hands on you. He even got out on the dance floor with you to make sure that the guy didn't keep creeping on you. At the time you were a little frustrated, seeing as how you were half considering taking that guy home with you. But the morning after you were insanely thankful that Jin had stepped in later on in the night.

After a few hours of dancing and fuckery the two of you had decided to call it a night. Jin was out getting the car and the weird man came up behind you and grabbing at your waist like he had been earlier in the evening.

Fear gripped your heart as you tried to fight him off.

"Come on baby, don't be like that, what about all of the fun we were having earlier? I bet we could have a lot more fun if you came back to my place with me," he murmured into your neck.

The smell of alcohol on his breath made you gag and you kept pushing at his shoulders, trying to get him away from you. But this guy wasn't budging. You started to panic when he started dragging you towards the parking lot. You had on large heels and they strapped on, so you couldn't step out of them to get traction on the ground.

"JIN!" you yelled in a panic. The guy flung you around and pushed you up against a car harshly, grinding his disgusting hard-on against your front.

"Feel that baby? That's how worked up you got me. It's your job to take care of it," he growled, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back violently.

Suddenly, without warning, the man was on the ground and Jin was glaring at him with the scariest look you'd ever seen him have.

"If you ever touch her like that again you won't get away with just a black eye. Get the fuck out of here and if I even see you near her again, you'll fucking pay," he said in a threatening tone. The man got up without a second thought and ran off like a dog with it's tail between it's legs. Jin was quick to wrap you up in his arms and shush you as you broke down. "It's my fault. I'm sorry Jagi, come on, let's go home. Yeah? I'll make your favorite ramen," he promised as he lead you towards the car.

You remember that night very well.

It was the night you had fallen in love with Jin.

Although it was a ridiculous thought, you still entertained it every now and again. You knew you loved him. But you couldn't ever be with him. He was such an incredible person who was always helping others and you were a barista on Wednesdays through Fridays and helped out in your Aunt's bookstore every once in a while. Jin had so many aspirations and you didn't know where you would be in three months. You knew you would only drag him down. So you kept your feelings tightly wrapped inside of your heart where only you could ever find them.

It was safest that way.

"Alright Jagi, here you are," Jin said walking back in and snapping you out of your thoughts. You sat up and smiled as he set down the food on the small bed table you had. The smell was enough to make your mouth water. Even when you were sick with stomach issues, Jin had a way of making you hungry.

He helped you get settled and even tried feeding you the broth.

"Jin, I can feed myself. I'm not that sick," you said, taking the spoon from him and lifting the food to your mouth. Your stomach turned a little, but nothing too bad. You kept eating and soon the whole bowl was gone.

"Wow! You ate it all! Are you still hungry? I can make more," he said, starting to stand up. You snatched his wrist and shook your head.

"No, I'm fine thanks. But I do need to take my medicine now," you said, pointing to the green bottles on the table. Jin grabbed them and handed them over, also setting down a glass of water on your bedside table. You quickly took the pills and settled back into bed. Your doctors did mention that the medicine would make you sleepy, so you cuddled your blanket while Jin took the plates out into the kitchen.

You waited patiently for him to come back so you could rope him into sleeping with you for the night. You loved sleeping with Jin because he was so warm and a perfect cuddler. But he only did it when you were really sad or sick because he didn't want to feel like he was taking advantage of you. If anything it was the exact opposite to be honest.

Jin strolled back in and smiled at you wrapped up in your blankets. You reached out your arms for him and he sighed, shaking his head.

"I'm not some big teddy bear you can sleep with whenever you want, ___," he said in a serious tone. You pouted and reached your arms out further.

"Please, I'm freezing and you're warm. Please, Jin?" you pleaded, already feeling yourself getting tired.

Jin seemed to think about it for a moment before snapping his fingers. "I'll sleep in here with you if you call me oppa," he said with a evil smile on his face.

You never called him oppa. It wasn't out of disrespect or anything, but because you honestly forgot he was older than you most of the time. He was never offended because you didn't use the honorific, but it would be funny to hear you say it. You also grew up with a half-American mother, so the honorifics weren't ever really enforced in your house.

"Jin-oppa. Will you please cuddle with me until I fall asleep because I am feeling so ill?" you asked in the most sickly sweet voice you could muster. Jin burst into laughter and nodded, crawling in next to you and wrapped you up in his arms.

His warmth flooded over your body and you sighed in satisfaction. He was so warm and you couldn't help the small groan of happiness that left you. Jin simply chuckled and rested his head on yours. Soon enough, you were falling into a deep sleep...

You were having probably the hottest dream of your life.

Jin was sat between your legs and eating you out like his life depended on it. His lips were soft and you wracked with pleasure as he continued to flick his tongue in dangerous ways. You were so wet you could feel it running down your thighs. Jin seemed to love the way you tasted because he couldn't get enough. You stared into his eyes and watched as he practically swallowed you whole. His entire mouth came over your mound and you arched your back into his warm touch.

It all felt so amazing. You knew you were close to cumming.

"____? ____? Wake up! Jagi! What's wrong?" you heard Jin's voice. You flew up in your bed and held your chest to calm your racing heart. You looked down between your legs and saw that Jin wasn't there. You felt a warm hand rubbing your back and you shuttered at the contact. It felt so good against your skin and you were undeniably horny. What the hell had gotten into you?

"Jin..." you whispered, looking at him desperately. The ache between your legs was undeniable and you were feeling so weak. Jin stood up quickly and rushed to your side.

"What is it? What's wrong? Do you feel sick?" he asked, checking you over. You groaned when he put his hands on you and it only made the ache between your thighs even more painful. You could feel the dampness in your panties and you longed for Jin to remove the useless piece of clothing and shove his cock inside of you.

"I-I need you..." you whimpered, reaching out and grabbing his shoulders.

Jin held onto your waist and pulled you onto your feet. You stood there shakily, but managed to stay standing. Jin felt your forehead and your temperature had gone down. He wasn't sure what was causing all of this.

"What do you need me to do? What's going on?" he asked, looking around for an answer.

His eyes found your pills on your bedside table and ran over to them. Leaving you cold in the middle of the room. He read the warnings and through the ingredients. Then he saw the side effects.

Increased Sexual Arousal. If encountered, please deal with immediately.

Subject will experience intense pain if not handled.

Could be threatening.

His throat went dry as he looked at you.

There was no denying it now. It was obvious just by looking at you.

You needed to be sorted out, and fast.

While Jin was searching desperately for an answer to the problem, you were becoming more and more anxious for his touch. Your knees felt so weak. All you could think about was how good his lips would feel on yours and how incredible he would feel inside of you. You could barely take anymore of this. You were sure you were going to pass out from all of the desire that flooded your veins.

"Jin, please. I need you," you whimpered, biting your lip and trying to remain on your feet. Jin seemed lost in his own world, trying to figure out what the hell to do with you.

Suddenly, your legs couldn't seem to support you anymore and you fell in a heap to the ground. Jin jumped at the action and was quick to run over to you. He pulled you into his arms and saw the reality of the situation.

"Aish. Those damn doctors. They don't know how dangerous the medicine they really give you is, now I have to do something I wish I didn't," he said softly to himself. You tugged at his shirt helplessly, dying for relief.

"Jin... Please. It hurts," you whined, rubbing your thighs together. Jin noticed and looked towards the ceiling and huffed out a sigh. He lifted you in his arms and carried you to the bed.

Soon he was pulling off his shirt and throwing it to the floor. You were almost hyperventilating with excitement. You were finally going to have sex with Jin. Something you had wanted for years now was coming true right before your eyes.

Jin was silent as he pulled off your shorts. His eyes widened at how wet you were, without any foreplay or anything. He ran a finger over your clothed center and you shuddered violently at the contact. You bit your lip and whimpered softly at his touches. The pain was starting to get worse, but ebbed every time Jin touched you exactly where you wanted him. He sighed and laid down on the bed, pulling your thighs apart and tugging your soaked panties off your legs. You couldn't even find the coherency to be bashful. Jin wasted little time and attached his lips to your center, kissing and sucking on your drenched core.

You moaned and squirmed around as Jin ate you out. He was silent while you were practically screaming for him to continue. Every little movement felt like a lightning bolt straight to your core. Instead of hoping for an orgasm like many of your other sexual encounters, you found yourself being thrown towards it as Jin continued to lick at your center. You felt him move your lips apart and start to lap at your clit with vigor. Your hips bucked up into his face as you felt the familiar coil in your stomach tightening.

"Jin... Jin!" you yelped, being unable to control yourself any longer. Your hands flew to his hair and gripped tightly as you started falling into the waves of your climax. Jin sucked gently and helped prolong your pleasure. You were lost in the sensations that you were given and you could barely think straight for a few moments.

As the afterglow set in you stared at Jin with lust filled eyes. He sat up and cleaned off his face, going to grab his shirt from the ground. You whined in protest as you sat there half naked in the cool air of your room.

Jin gave you a look of disbelief. "D-Do you still have pain?" he asked, keeping his shirt off.

The pain in your stomach came back with a vengeance and you nodded. Jin sighed and ran his hand through his hair in frustration. After what felt like forever, he rejoined you on the bed.

"Jin, take it off," you moaned, tugging at his pants without modesty. Giving in to your desires, he removed his sweatpants and let them fall to the floor. You stared at his boxers and expected to see the normal tent that was there when guys were ready to have sex.

But there was nothing.

"Sorry," he whispered, palming himself through his boxers trying to get himself hard. You rushed forward, taking his hands away from his groin.

"Let me do that," you whispered, pulling his boxers down his thighs. He was flaccid and you weren't really sure what to do. Normally men were ready to fuck you after going down on you, but Jin was a different story. You reached out and squeezed his member, hoping that he would get hard. You needed him so badly and he realized that, but there was only so much he could do about his body's reactions. You placed your mouth over his soft length and started sucking.

And finally.

Finally.

Jin let out a small moan. Your heart swelled with hope and you started sucking harder, hoping to get him hard as fast as you could. Soon you felt him stiffening in your mouth and it was getting more difficult to fit all of him in your mouth. You relaxed your throat and started giving him a proper blow job. Jin moved your hair out of your face so it wasn't in the way and just watched you go down on him. It felt good, but he couldn't deny the guilt that was eating away at his stomach.

This was all drug induced.

What if you woke up in the morning and you hated him?

He couldn't handle that. But you were in so much pain...

You could feel he was hard enough in your mouth so you pulled away and saw the desire in his eyes. He wanted you.

Kim Seokjin wanted you just as much as you wanted him and your heart leapt into your throat.

You threw you shirt over your head and rushed to unclip your bra. You had the foresight of wearing a bra that clipped in the front. Jin stared at the skin you revealed to him. You needed him so badly and all he was doing was staring. You needed some action. Without thinking about it, you reached out and grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand to your breast. You moaned as he started to mold his hand to the flesh there.

After a while, the pain in your core was too much to ignore and you grabbed onto Jin's hips and tried to pull him forward. He made an adorable yelp that melted your heart as he fell forward.

"Hang on, I don't have a condom," he said, looking at you with worry. You scoffed and opened your bedside drawer and pulled out the familiar foil packets. However, you looked at the size then at Jin's length.

He was too big for the fucking rubber.

Of course, leave it up to the most innocent person you've ever met to be packing in the cock department. You threw the condom on the floor and spread your legs anyways.

"I'm on the pill, it's fine," you said. Jin seemed hesitant, but he moved forwards regardless. He brushed against your entrance and both of you shivered at the feeling. He was so hot and throbbing and you were wet and soft. Jin pushed forward slowly, easing into you with patience.

He was huge inside of you. You threw your head back and gripped the sheets tightly. Jin seemed to be having trouble keeping himself under control. You gripped him so tightly and he was about ready to loose his mind at the feeling of you around him. He hadn't had sex in a long time and just being this close to someone again was something worth missing. Although, the feeling of being inside of your warm heat was a welcomed sensation.

"Oh, fuck, Jin," you moaned as your hips came together. He was fully inside of you. Jin couldn't believe what he had just done. He was inside of his best friend. Someone he wanted only to protect. Even if it was from himself. Shame flowed through his body, but the look of sheer bliss on your face helped ease his guilt.

Once you gave him the go ahead, he started moving. The friction sent delicious shock waves all throughout your body as Jin worked himself in and out of your tight heat. As much as he wanted this to be for your benefit alone, he could feel himself starting to loose himself to the sensations. You were so warm and inviting that Jin was finding it hard to keep in his right mind. It was hard to keep a right mind around you normally, now that he was balls deep inside of you it was proving to be a little more difficult than usual.

Jin kept moving at the same pace, in the same position for what felt like hours. You needed a change or this was going to get static very quickly. Without warning, you locked your legs around his waist and lifted yourself up and pushed him onto his back. Jin was shocked at your display of dominance. Had you really managed to push him onto his back during sex? You were lost in your own world. At this angle, Jin felt even bigger inside of you and you couldn't help but feel absolutely drunk with pleasure.

After giving yourself some time to adjust to the new angle, you started moving your hips gently on his. Jin groaned as you kept working your hips on top of his. Every movement you made caused him to let out small little whimpers that egged you on even more. You wanted him to feel just as good as you did.

"J-Jin... So good, oh fuck," you said, resting your hands on his chest as you bounced up and down along his thick shaft. Breathing was becoming difficult as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the end.

Sadness crept into your bones as you realized how close you were. You didn't want this experience to end... You wanted to be like this with Jin all the time. He felt so good, better than anyone you'd ever had before in your life...

You had loved him for so long and the fact that you were finally able to express your feelings for him meant so much to you. Although, the pain was melting into white hot pleasure inside of you and you knew it wasn't going to be much longer.

"C-Close, Jin. Jin-oppa," you whimpered, gripping onto his shoulders. You felt his hands removing yours from his shoulders and suddenly you were on your back again. Jin was much closer to your in this position and it felt so good. He was hitting all the perfect spots inside of you and you almost cried from the pleasure he was giving you.

"Me too, Jagi," he panted, starting to pick up his pace. You cried out in ecstasy as Jin started pounding into you at an alarming rate. Your walls started tightening around his member and Jin couldn't hang on anymore and neither could you. You reached you and brought your lips to his as you rode out your climax. Jin bucked into your desperately as he sought his own release.

Scorching heat filled your stomach as Jin came. You shivered at the warmth that flooded you. Jin collapsed into your shoulder, panting and shaking with the aftermath.

Your eyelids felt heavy and you started drifting to sleep.

You felt Jin pull out of you and a slight shock went through your system.

"I'm so sorry, Jagi,"

-_-_-_-_-

Your eyes peeled open as the sunlight came through your curtains. You sat up in a rush and noticed that Jin wasn't next to you. Panic came over your senses and you flew out of the bed without a second thought.

Last nights activities rushed through your head and you looked down to find yourself in new clothes. You also smelt really nice...

Did he bathe you?

"Jin?!" you shouted out, running around like a mad woman looking for him.

Where could he have gone? Jin wasn't the kind of person to leave you alone when you weren't feeling well.

Unless of course you locked him out.

"Jin! Jin where are you!? Jin-oppa!" you shouted out the honorific, hoping that it would sway him out of hiding.

You noticed a piece of paper sitting under a plate of breakfast that was sat in the kitchen. You approached it as if it could bite you at any moment. The crisp clean hand writing had to be Jin's. You picked up the note with shaky hands and read what it said...

Jagi,

I'm sorry to leave a note like this, but there's no way I could face you after what I did. I feel so ashamed of myself... I promised I would never take advantage of you. I would never cross that line with you, but I did... Even if you don't regret it, please forget about it. It was a mistake and I shouldn't have done that to you...

You mean so much to me, which is why as much as it pains me, I have to let you go.

Forget about me, Jagi. Someone like me who takes advantage of drugged women shouldn't be around you. You're far too good for me and I hope that you find someone who will treat you right...

I wish I would've taken you out to dinner.

I wish our first kiss was under a pavilion in the moonlight.

I wish our first time was out of love, not lust.

I wish I would've told you how much I loved you before I went and messed everything up.

Goodbye, ____.

I love you, and I always will.

~ Kim Seokjin

Tears were pouring down your face.

That complete IDIOT!

Did he not know? Did he not see?!

You ran to your front door and threw your boots on, not even thinking to grab a jacket out in the cold. Your feet carried your down your stairs and out of the apartment building. You had to find him. You had to tell him.

The wind was cold as it bit at your exposed skin, but everything felt numb if you didn't have him. He was all you wanted. He was all you needed. If you could have him, you didn't care what happened to you, as long as he was there with you. Everyone was glancing at you as if you were a mad women, but they didn't matter.

All that mattered was him.

You ran furiously through the streets and down the alleyways that were infested with a bunch of things that you cared not to notice. You ran until your legs ached and your lungs burned, but you couldn't give up now. Not when you were so close.

Finally you made it to Jin's apartment building. You ran inside and were greeted by the lobby man Yoongi.

"Yoongi," you panted, practically falling onto the ground in front of the desk. He got up and helped you stand as he gave you a glass of water.

"Why did you run in here like a bat out of hell without any winter clothes on? Are you just asking for hypothermia or what?" he asked, throwing a jacket over your shoulders as you shivered.

"D-Did Jin c-come here at-t all t-t-oday?" you stuttered out. He sighed and nodded.

"Yeah, he looked pretty rough. Do you know what happened to him?" he asked, sitting down in his chair. But before he could warm up some coffee for you, you were off again, not even bothering to wait for the elevator. "W-wait! ____! What's going on!?"

You could barely hear his voice as you took the stairs two at a time, shivering all the way. Tears were pouring down your face as you finally made it to Jin's apartment. You mustered all the courage you had and knocked firmly on the door three times.

There was shuffling behind the door and soon Jin was opening the door. He didn't look much better than you. His eyes were red from crying and his hair was sticking up in odd places. Before he could shut the door in your face you hauled off and slapped him across the face.

Hard.

He stood there in silence and held his cheek.

"You... C-Complete IDIOT!" you screamed. Jin remained motionless. "Do you have any idea what that fucking note did to me?!" you sobbed.

"____-" you cut him off.

"Don't. Not until I'm done," you said sternly. Jin nodded and kept his head hung low. "You think that you took advantage of me? A girl who's been in love with you for years?! I'm the one who isn't good for you Seokjin! I'm absolute shit! I have no fucking idea what I'm doing with my life! I don't know what I want to be or who I want to be, but I know one thing for damned sure. That I want to be with you. Even though I'm not good enough for you! You help so many people and I just sit on my ass all day and go to work and try to keep my head above water. You go out and make a fucking difference. And I love you so much for that! You want to see the best in people, even if it's barely there! You did not take advantage of me Kim Seokjin. I have wanted you for so long, and I finally had you. We finally got to be together in a way I have wanted for years. Then when I wake up in the morning, you're gone and all I get is a fucking note? You don't have the heart to face me after what we did? I'm more hurt over the fact that I woke up alone after I gave everything I had to you. You didn't take it Jin, it was given. Any part of me is yours, if you want me. Always," you breathed, feeling the tears flowing freely.

Jin looked at you with a shocked expression.

"J-Jagi, you love me too?" he asked. You nodded and sniffled, wiping your eyes.

"I love you so much, Jin," you whimpered.

Soon you were enveloped in a warm embrace. Jin held onto your shaking form as the two of you clung to each other for dear life. Fearing, that, if you let go for a single moment you would wake up. It would be a dream and the two of you would be alone once again.

Jin kissed your head soothingly, rubbing your back in calming circles. You cried into his neck as he shed tears of his own.

Finally, the two of you had enough courage to pull away from each other. Jin wiped your tears away and planted a sweet kiss to your lips.

"I love you so much, Jagiya, and I'm so sorry that I left you alone," he said, holding your face in his hands.

"I love you too Jin-oppa," you giggled before launching forward and sealing your lips together in an endearing kiss.

Seokjin’s Thighsss

requested from my wife beck…here ya go babi

are u dead bc i am

damn

oh jesus fucK

masterpiece just waiting to be painted

eye contact 

thats a good under thigh

i fuck with specs ya know

this is nice

ooh

^^ that hand on taes knee tho

is that his pink flip phone omg adorable 

well this is a nice sight to see

a++

i need some of that water to cool me down wooH

niCE

omfg kill me now

shit

this is so adorable i canT

i really love this

happy birthday beck ily

I hope u liked it!

gifs and pics aren’t mine

What a Good Boy.

"Hey, Noona! Do you want to go get coffee with me today?"

You smiled on the other end of the receiver. He was so cute, asking you out on a little coffee date.

"Of course, Jungkookie, when and where?" You asked, heading over to your closet to get some clothes picked out for the occasion.

"How about around three?"

"Sounds perfect to me," you said, grabbing your jacket. "Where do you want to go? There's a cute little cafe down the road from my apartment that also has a bookstore in it. It's got great lattes," you suggested, sitting down on your couch.

"Okay, can I show up at your place around two forty five-ish?" Jungkook asked.

"Yeah, that sounds fine, then we can go down there together."

Jungkook continued on about how he missed you and how he wanted to see you again. It had been a while since the two of you had been together and you did miss the younger man greatly. He was so sweet and kind to you and you had never met someone quite like him before.

You were a childhood friend of Seokjin and he introduced you to his fellow band members. You and Jungkook had clicked instantly and they all knew that you two were going to wind up together before the pair of you knew it yourselves.

The two of you had been dating for about six months and you'd honestly never been happier. You had always dating men that were older than you, and you were used to being in the submissive role, but Jungkook was so eager to please you.

What else could you do but make him submit?

Your sex life wasn't really much of anything yet. It was all very vanilla and the two of you really just wanted to get comfortable with each other in the bedroom. But now, you really wanted to get a little more intense.

You'd tried to convince Jungkook to be more dominant, but, it just wasn't in his nature. He was too sweet and too nice to want to bring you any kind of harm, whether it was for sexual purposes or not. He would also go down on your and give you pleasure with his mouth, and then he would fuck your brains out.

It was the normal cycle of average sex.

And it was starting to get really, really boring.

Now Jungkook was incredible in bed. He was an amazing lover and he always wanted to please you and have you praise him. Much like a child, he thrived off praise and always performed better when you gave him boundless encouragement. You were loud in bed anyways, but Jungkook made you unable to control yourself.

Even if the sex is good, you know variation was necessary so the two of you didn't get bored of each other. And that's why today, you were going to kick it up a notch.

A small plan had formulated in your mind.

You had a small kink for public sex. Now it wasn't like you wanted Jungkook to bend you over on a deli table and fuck you in front of God and everybody. That wasn't the case at all. You enjoyed the thrill of possibly being caught. It drove you crazy that someone could come in and catch you in a moment of passion with your boyfriend.

Was it a little weird?

Yeah.

Did you care?

Not too much.

Now obviously you didn't want a little kid walking into a bathroom and seeing Jungkook banging your brains out against a stall-

"Noona? Noona? Are you still there?"

Jungkook's voice rang through the receiver and startled you from your thoughts.

"Sorry, Kookie-ah. I'm still here," the familiar whine of protest came through the phone at his nickname, but you brushed it off and continued the conversation with him.

The two of you were going to meet at your apartment and then head down to the coffee shop for a little date. Your heart warmed when you hung up the phone and saw your screensaver. It was Jungkook eating an ice cream that you'd bought him and he enjoyed it to the very last drop.

Jungkook meant a lot to you, and you could feel yourself getting excited just thinking about your plan for the coffee shop.

You smiled at your thoughts and went to go get ready.

-_-_-_-_-

The soft knocking at the door pulled you from your bedroom.

You opened the door to find Jungkook standing there looking amazing as he always did. He smiled and brought you into his arms, kissing your head in an affectionate manner. You brought your arms around him and kissed his cheeks with soft little pecks and brought him inside.

"How are you?" Jungkook shrugged and kept his arm comfortably at your waist.

"Better now that I'm here with you, I'm always better when I get to spend time with you," he said, nosing your hair like a puppy. You giggled and brought your lips to his in a alluring way, drawing a surprised moan from Jungkook. His arms pulled you closer to his body the tell tale sign that he was more than willing to comply with whatever you wanted.

You pulled back and Jungkook gave a cute little whine of protest. "Come on, the cafe is just a few blocks over. It'll be a nice walk," you smiled and jogged over to grab your wallet from the counter. Jungkook came behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your shoulder gently.

"Do we have to go right now? The cafe isn't going anywhere," you smirked and kept walking towards the door with Jungkook shuffling behind you still attached to your waist.

"Neither is the bedroom. Coffee first and then some fun, yeah?" He sighed and nodded, taking your hand before opening the door and stepping out with you.

The walk to the cafe was light. The two of you just talked about what you both had been up to and anything that had come to mind. That was another thing you loved about Jungkook. He was easy to talk to, and conversations between the two of you just flowed so smoothly and you knew that you could talk about anything with him, and he would listen intently.

Jungkook held the door for you and you thanked him before walking in. The smell of coffee hit your nose the moment you entered and you smiled brightly before heading right up to the counter to order. Jungkook was right on your tail and began looking at the menu as well. A kind looking barista came over and gave you both a smile.

"Hi kids! What can I get for you today?" You looked around at the menu then back at Jungkook.

"What do you want baby?" You asked, leaning back into his chest.

"I'll have a tall vanilla latte please," he said with a cute smile.

"And I'll have a grande peppermint mocha please," you ordered, hanging onto Jungkook's hand.

"Alright, that'll be six thousand seven hundred and ninety four won," she said. You nodded and handed over the bills before Jungkook could even get his wallet out. He grumbled in moderate annoyance while you walked over to the waiting counter. The woman came back a few minutes later with your coffees and you thanked her before taking your cup and going towards the back of the cafe.

"Why didn't you let me pay?" Jungkook asked while he sat down next to you in the booth that you'd picked. You shrugged and placed your hand on his arm.

"Just accept it baby. I can pay for you sometimes too," you antagonized before taking a sip of your hot drink.

"I guess. But next time we get coffee, I want to pay," he murmured drinking his coffee as well. All you could do was smile at his miniature fit.

He was always trying to be a good boyfriend. He wanted to do everything he could to make you as happy as you could be. But you couldn't deny that it was fun when you paid for something and he got a little flustered, and it seemed like he appreciated his food or drink that much more. It was a good feeling to know that you could take care of him, and not just him taking care of you.

You adjusted in the booth so you were sort of sitting on Jungkook's lap. Your legs were draped over his knees and you could tell he was getting a little flustered with the public display of affection.

"Noona," Jungkook blushed, looking down at your legs.

"Yes, Kookie-ah?" You asked, gazing up at him with humor in your eyes. Jungkook saw your challenge and seemed to "man-up" so to speak, and placed his hand on your knee. Jungkook appeared to be unphased by your legs on his now, but you knew it was all a little facade. He was honestly flustered and it was the cutest thing you'd seen all day.

"Nothing... It's fine, you're warm," he whispered, running his hand up and down your leg. The sudden bravery he was displaying shocked you, but you liked that he was finally getting more comfortable with your relationship being more open.

The first time you'd tried to kiss him in public he turned beet red and wound up running back to his house with his tail between his legs.

The funny thing was it was dark out.

And there was no one around.

But Jungkook was a private person, and he didn't like to let other's know about how he was feeling and it was something that you'd seen change in him over these couple months. He'd opened up, been more accepting of your relationship and more willing to do things with you in a sexual manner.

He'd lost his virginity to you and he was extremely attached to that fact. You were very gentle with him and you'd let him do whatever he wanted for his first time. He had all of the control, you could go as fast and as slow as the two of you wanted. But he made sure you'd finished. That small fact that he didn't just roll over and go to sleep spoke wonders to you. You knew he was committed to you and you were just as committed to him.

But the sex hadn't really changed since then.

Hopefully you could turn that around today.

Your coffee was gone and so was Jungkook's, the two of you were just sitting in the booth and chatting about whatever the pair of you wanted.

Naturally the conversation died down and you shifted your legs into Jungkook's lap, and you noticed that he was still a little excited.

"Jungkook. Are you still hard?" His hand flew over your mouth and his eyes were bright with embarrassment and fear. You licked his palm and he jerked his hand away just as quickly as he had put it there.

"Aish! You can't just say stuff like that! What if someone heard you?" Jungkook's face was tinged pink and the excitement in your stomach bubbled up. You moved your legs in his lap slightly, rubbing against his cock through his jeans.

"You are, that's so hot, Jungkook," you whispered, moving your legs against his hardening length.

Jungkook gripped the table slightly, trying his best not to get over excited.

"N-Noona, can't we go home yet?" He whimpered, actively working on not crying out.

"I can take care of it right now, Jungkook," you offered, leaning towards him with a smile on your face. His big brown eyes widened with shock.

"W-what are you suggesting, noona?" You ushered Jungkook to stand up, which he did, wincing all the while. You were quick to get out of the booth as well and grab his hand and run to the book store. It looked pretty dead and you looked around for a corner where there wasn't a camera.

Bingo.

There, in the back corner where the religious texts were, there was a dark corner and a little out cropping that the two of you could hide behind.

You pulled Jungkook towards the corner and waved at the shop owner who appeared to be either drunk, exhausted or dead. Jungkook had a fearful look in his eyes, but a soft kiss on his cheek ebbed the slight fear he was feeling. You wrapped your around his neck and pulled him to your lips. He responded quickly, pulling at your waist to bring you closer to his body. A small moan escaped your mouth as Jungkook became more and more dominant over your mouth.

It was a slight change in what you were used to, Jungkook normally being submissive to you. But now, with your encouragement, he pawed at you with reckless abandon.

A pleasurable gasp passed your lips and you began kissing down his neck to his throat. Jungkook gave a small moan before quickly being his lip to keep himself quiet. You continued your path down, kissing his chest and pushing his shirt up to reveal his toned stomach.

Jungkook jolted and tried to push his clothing down, but you gave him a firm look before continuing to kiss his smooth skin. He panted softly and started to get harder and harder underneath his jeans. You sneaked a peak at his bulge and your mouth began to water.

You hadn't given him a blowjob in a long time and you thought that now would be the perfect time. He wasn't really into it when you had tired before, but looking into his eyes now, you knew he wasn't going to deny you.

Your hands tugged at his jeans and he bit his lip with uncertainty. You rubbed his thighs soothingly before dropping to your knees in front of him. Jungkook's eyes widened at the sight and a heat began pooling in his stomach. You could tell he wanted it, but he wouldn't dare ask you to do it.

"Is it alright for me to blow you here, Jungkookie-ah? Do you want noona to take care of your hard on?" Jungkook whimpered and nodded.

"P-please noona," he said softly, trying to stay quiet. You smiled but decided to tease him just a bit more.

"Tell noona what you want," you said, palming him through his pants. A strangled moan came from him, and his hand clamped over his mouth.

"I-I want you to suck me off, noona. Please, please use your mouth on me," he begged, moving his hips slightly.

"Since you asked so nicely, your noona will do as you want."

Jungkook almost cried in relief when you drew the zipper on his jeans down. You marveled at the tent in his boxers and kissed right above the line of his underwear. His hips jerked slightly, seeking you out for more. You rubbed his thighs and gave him a pointed look before reaching into his boxers and pulling out his length. Jungkook gave a sharp inhale while staring down at you while you pumped his member with a kind of firm control.

Without any warning you took him into your mouth.

Jungkook cried out, quickly biting down on his hand to keep himself quiet. You kept your mouth on his cock, waiting to see if anyone was going to come and check on the noise. Once you affirmed that no one was coming, you continued your work.

You moved your tongue over his length before beginning to bob your head on his cock. Jungkook tried to keep as quiet as he could while having you giving him head.

The idea was insane to him.

The two of you could get caught!

But, at the same time, your mouth on his felt so good, he was finding it harder and harder to care about anything but your sweet lips on his cock.

You also had to keep quiet. The lewd sucking sounds could be a dead give away to anyone person walking past here. So you took it slow, moving your head up and down over his member with a delicate precision that had Jungkook sweating bullets.

"N-Noona," he whimpered, gripping the shelves behind him. You continued with your slow pace and looked up at him under your lashed, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his groin. Jungkook wanted to see your beautiful face on his cock, so he reached down and pulled your hair away from your face, keeping it out of the way.

"So helpful aren't you?"

Jungkook practically cried at the loss of your mouth. He still had his hands in your hair and gave you a gentle nudge towards his cock that was standing straight up in the air, almost hitting his stomach. His head was a dark color and you could tell it must've been painful to be out in the cold of the store.

"Do you want noona to keep going? Do you want noona to suck you off until you cum? Is that what my little Jungkookie wants?" He nodded helplessly, trying to get you to go back to his member. "Then tell me that you want it, Jungkook," you commanded with a deep sultry voice.

"Please, noona, please suck me off until I cum. I want to cum and I want to see you swallow it all. Please please please, noona, keep going."

How could you deny him such a pleasure? He had been so sweet to you, but seeing him this desperate above you while you stroked his cock leisurely in your hands was sheer bliss. You were soaked in your panties.

"What if I told you no? What if noona said you weren't allowed to cum? What would you do?" Jungkook swallowed hard and bit his lip.

"I-I wouldn't cum... I would wait until noona told me I could cum," he said with such pain in his voice that you almost felt bad. But it was the perfect response for the dominant side of you.

"What a good boy, Kookie. You're such a good boy for noona," you praised, watching a tired smile come across his face. You could see that his hair was getting a little wet from the sweat, and it was a huge turn on for you. "Noona will make you cum, and you are more than welcome to cum, Jungkookie."

With that your mouth was back on his cock, moving with new found vigor up and down the shaft. You moved your tongue along the veins that popped up against his tender skin.

Jungkook was lost in the heat of your mouth. Nothing could compare to how good it felt to be inside of you, but this was a very close second. Your tongue moving against him was insanely hot and he was struggling to keep his whimpers at bay.

His cock was throbbing in your mouth, and you knew he wasn't going to last much longer. All of the teasing and dirty talk had gotten to him, and he was close.

"N-Noona, I'm gonna cum," he panted, gripping your hair tighter. You moved your mouth off of him but continued to pump him harshly.

"Then use me to cum. You can do it, noona wants you to fuck her throat," you egged, licking the tip of his cock that was dripping with precum.

You relaxed your throat and let Jungkook move his hips forward, enveloping his whole length inside of your mouth. He gasped softly, watching as you took it obediently and without complaint. Jungkook put both of his hands in your hand and began moving his hips back and forth like he would when he fucked you. You moved your tongue gently and hummed trying to coax him over the edge.

Jungkook looked focused, his brow furrowed and he was biting down on his lip hard. You looked up at him with deep, seductive eyes and watched his face while he used your mouth to reach his climax. He began moving his hips much more harshly and began fucking your throat viciously. It almost hurt, but you kept your mouth relaxed and let him do as he pleased.

It was a reward for being such a good boy.

"Shit, noona, your mouth feels so good. Thank you for letting me do this to you, your so good to me, oh fuck, shit, noona... I'm gonna cum," he whimpered, his hips stuttering.

Suddenly, Jungkook tensed and exhaled sharply, fighting the urge to cry out and to moan his release. You opened your throat and swallowed as much as you could, some of it dribbling out of your mouth. Jungkook rested his head against the book shelf and tried to catch his breath.

You swallowed his load and cleaned up your mouth with a wet cloth that you grabbed out of your pocket. Jungkook gazed down at you, eyes full of satisfaction. But there was something else in his eyes.

Determination.

You knew that the two of you weren't done for the day and your stomach flipped in excitement.

"What a good boy, Jungkook. You taste so good," you encouraged, standing up after putting him back in his pants.

"I want to taste you now noona," Jungkook said, grabbing your waist and pulling you against him.

You smiled and kissed his cheek before moving the two of you out of the corner. The shop owner was still in his chair, unmoved from when you saw him last.

Good.

The two of you ran out of the building quickly and headed off towards your apartment.

You knew that this day was far from over, and you couldn't have been more excited.

Update:

Hello everyone!

I wanted to let you know the stories might not be coming this week. I am currently in the hospital for pneumonia and some other things and I won’t be home until Christmas Eve. So, I will try to work on some things, but please don’t worry about me. I’m perfectly alright and I have a lot of things in store for you!

Enjoy your holidays!

Remember Me

I DO NOT OWN THIS PICTURE

TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDAL THOUGHTS/ACTIONS

"He has amnesia."

Three words.

Three simple words.

So simple, yet so devastating.

Your boyfriend of three years, no longer remember you. You were a stranger to him, and in a way, he was a stranger to you.

You walked down the cold, pristine hallway of the hospital to his room. The Doctor's told you they informed him you were coming, and showed him proof of your relationship with him, but he didn't show any signs of recognition.

The door to his room opened and you saw that he was dressed in the clothes you brought for him when you learned of him being released from the hospital. He looked good, considering he was in a car accident three weeks prior. His eyes grazed over you for a moment, but other than that, nothing.

He was a stranger.

"Namjoon, this is your girlfriend ___. She's going to sign your release papers and take you home. Is that alright?" The psychologist that had been working with him asked. Namjoon nodded and stood up from the bed.

"Please take care of me, I hope my memories return. They think you taking me home and surrounding me with familiar things will help. I hope it does." He said, his tone remaining tired. Completely opposite of how he was normally.

Namjoon was always happy, it was one of the things that drew you to him. His bright energy was so alluring and everyone seemed to liven up when he was around. Everything about him was so lively and you two were closer than humanely possible. He was so affectionate and loved you with everything he had, always.

Now?

Now he appeared to be a hollow husk of his former self. He didn't seem like anything interested him.

Maybe it was from being in the hospital so long...?

You gave him a smile. "Can I hug you...?" You asked, looking at his frame with a sad familiarity.

"Yes." He said, reaching forward and enveloping you in his arms. You looked at the psychologist and she gave you a thumbs up. You sighed and wrapped your arms around his waist and hugged him back.

Namjoon's arms were warm. And so so familiar it almost brought tears to your eyes. He placed his hands on your lower back and rubbed them with his thumbs like he always did.

Your heart hurt and clenched at the memories he had no recollection of, but you held on anyways.

How could you not when you hadn't held him in so long?

"Let's go home, yeah?" You asked, looking up at him. A small smile graced his face and he nodded. You took his hand to lead him out of the room, thanking the Doctor's for their hard work while heading out.

-_-_-_-_-

The car ride was silent.

The Doctor's said that he didn't appear to have any PTSD when thinking about cars or riding in them. They did the test prior to you coming to get him, to make sure that he didn't have a bad reaction when heading home.

His eyes stayed trained outside, not even glancing in your direction. You didn't want to push him, so you just remained silent, keeping your eyes focused on the road.

You got out of the car and shut the door, waiting for him to do the same. When he got out of the vehicle he looked around and looked to you.

"Does this look familiar at all?" You asked, going to his side.

"A little. The front door looks very familiar." You smiled and took his hand gently.

"That's good. Don't push yourself, and if I start pushing please let me know... Okay?" Namjoon gave another small smile and nodded before going towards the house. You followed him to the front door, handing him the key so he could unlock it. The lock was a little particular, and you wanted to see if he could remember how to jig it.

Click.

The door swung open and you smiled brightly.

"You did it! The door sticks and you have to turn the key a particular way before it'll open. That's really great, Namjoon." You said, putting your hand on his arm. He looked down at his hand and smiled, seeming proud of himself.

"I remembered." He said, before handing you the key back. You walked into the house and removed your shoes and grabbed your slippers. Namjoon did the same, looking at the pictures you two had in the entry way to your house. He paid particular attention to the New Years Eve picture the two of you had taken while kissing as the clock counted down.

"We really love each other, don't we?" He asked, turning his head to you with curiosity etched on his face. Your stomach churned, leaving a sour taste in your mouth.

"Yes. I love you more than my own life, and you love me with everything you have." Namjoon seemed to mull this over in his head before taking his eyes away from the picture and heading towards the living room. There were more pictures there of his family and him with his friends that drew him in. He looked at all of the pictures with such a sense of sadness and longing that made you want to cry.

"I feel like I remember them, but there's no emotion... I can't feel sad or frustrated for not remembering them... I feel numb." He announced in a melancholy tone.

You knew in that moment the man you loved was gone.

The Namjoon that stood before you wasn't the one you had fallen in love with, but you couldn't give up. Not after everything you've been through together. You'd fought to be with him, moving from the country side to live in Seoul with him. Leaving your family behind to create a new one with him.

Everything you'd ever known about him was now up in the air.

Did he still like the kimchi you made?

Did he still like dogs?

Did he still like the color red?

Did he still like watching the sun rise?

Did he still love you?

He looked around the house some more, trying to get some kind of recollection from all of the photos in the house. The way things were placed and how things smelled.

Namjoon was in your bedroom and he was going through your things. He was smelling your perfumes and looking through his clothes.

Nothing. Yet again.

He couldn't feel anything.

It didn't matter what you showed him, he still said that the emotions weren't there.

You tried to convince yourself it was just the shock of being home and the overwhelming sensations that he just sort of went numb from it all.

But that day seemed to drag on into a week. Then a month.

And the emotions never returned.

His routines came back to him and he gradually eased himself back into producing. Music was the only time you saw emotion from him, he seemed like his old self when he was making music.

It drove you to hate it.

How could he love music more than you?

Why didn't he touch you?

Why didn't he love you?

You'd stay awake at night with him next to you and not be able to fall asleep. How could he live in such a numb state? How could he not feel anything at all except for when music was playing?

You'd tried everything, it felt like.

Every night the two of you would go through your pictures and he would tell you that there was nothing there still. It didn't appear like he wanted to hurt you, but he wasn't going to lie to you and tell you that he felt something when he didn't.

At least his honesty hadn't changed.

"Namjoon, I'm home!" You yelled one afternoon after coming back from some morning errands.

"I'm in the kitchen." He announced. You followed the sound of his voice and you found him cooking.

"What's all this?" You asked staring at the various plates that he'd set up. Currently he was stir frying some rice and vegetables together.

It was one of his favorite dishes that you made, and he was making it himself.

"I got hungry, and you said you'd be home around this time, so I thought we could eat together. I want to talk to you." He said, plating the rice and vegetables.

"That's really sweet of you, thanks." You smiled, helping him take the food out to the table.

You sat across from each other, dishing out your food and beginning to eat. Namjoon ate enthusiastically, filling up before setting his utensils down.

You ate slowly, watching him and trying to figure out what he wanted to talk about. Could he have remembered something?

Jimin had told you that he was starting to recollect a lot of memories between him and the boys. That fact alone gave you an overwhelming amount of hope.

If he could remember them, he could remember you.

Right?

The meal was done and Namjoon looked at you with blank eyes.

Like usual.

"So, ___, I wanted to talk to you about something." He said, looking at you with those fucking blank eyes.

"And what would that be?" You asked, curiosity outweighing the annoyance you had from his gaze.

"My therapist thinks that we should try engaging in more couple like actions. You've been giving me space to allow me to adjust to my life again, which I appreciate, but you seem to be very distant from me. And that's not fair to either of us. I want to try to remember you, and to feel things for you."

It was like a cold jab in the heart.

He just proved your biggest nightmare, he didn't feel anything for you. But he wanted to try to feel things for you. Probably not because he wanted to, but because his therapist was telling him to. It made you sick that he was doing it out of an obligation to his counseling agreement instead out of the desire to feel the emotions he once had for you.

"That's really sweet, Namjoon. And I appreciate that you're thinking of me in all of this. What did you mean by couple like actions?" You asked, trying not to get angry with him.

"Holding hands, hugging, kissing, having sex. You know, things we used to do."

The last one caught you off guard.

"Having sex? You've thought about that?" You questioned, wondering if he remembered the first time the two of you had sex...

"Of course I have, I'm a man, and you're a woman. We both have needs in that regard." He said in an over analytical fashion.

"It shouldn't be out of a need, it should be because you love me and want to be with me..." You said coldly.

"Well... Maybe if we do it, I'll remember. It's an intimate act, it could trigger some emotions in me. But I won't force you." He said, sipping his water.

You couldn't take it.

You had to get out of there. Before he could say anything else, you got up and ran to your room. You flung the door open and slammed it shut before running to the bathroom and turning the water in the tub on.

You couldn't take it.

Your heart hammered in your chest while you remembered all of the memories you had with him.

-_-_-_-_-

"___!" Namjoon shouted before coming towards you with a big smile on his face.

Your heart swarmed with love and light as he wrapped you up in his arms and spun you around the living room.

"What's going on?" You asked, giggling.

"A promotion! They moved me to head of the production department! I can produce on a much larger scale now, I can spread music to so many more people... I'm so happy baby, so very happy. I couldn't wait to tell you." He said excitedly, keeping you in his arms.

"Aw, Namjoon that's incredible! I'm so proud of you! I knew you could do it!" You laughed, kissing his cheek.

"Is it worth a reward?" He said in a seductive tone.

"Oh, I think you are more than worthy."  You said, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Namjoon smiled and carried you to your room.

His hands were cool against your hot skin, and it felt heavenly. His touch always sent chills down your spine, causing you to want nothing more but to feel every inch of his bare skin against yours.

He set you down on your bed and moved his lips deftly over your body, moving down to your pants.

"Can I take these off of you baby?" He asked, looking up at you with deep, lustful eyes.

"Yes, please, Namjoon." You begged, arching into his touch like a cat.

"So good to me, baby. I love you." He whispered against the skin of your thigh. His lips placed small kisses on your skin, leaving silent promises of pleasure. You whimpered at the thought of him pleasing you with his mouth, his plush lips right where you wanted him most. He was always such a tease. Every movement he made was calculated to bring you close to insanity, but you wouldn't have it any other way. Because the pleasure it would lead you to would be worth all of the teasing in the world.

He removed your pants and kissed your clothed center, inhaling your scent and licking you through your panties.

"Ah..." You whined, looking down at the man you loved.

"So sweet... You taste so good." He moaned, grabbing you by your thighs and pulling you closer to him.

He bit your panties and pulled them off with his teeth, something you'd never seen him do and you could practically feel yourself get wetter just by the sight.

"Namjoon... Please, hurry." You begged, wanting to feel his hot tongue on your core.

"So greedy, but I can't wait any longer either. I'll give you what you want baby." With that his mouth was on your dripping center, laving his tongue over your sensitive bud before moving down to lick up all the juices you had. You cried out his name and gripped his hair tightly, panting.

"Oh God, Namjoon!" You could feel him smile against you, but he didn't stop, continuing to lick and suck on your delicate flower.

You felt the familiar coil beginning to tighten. You couldn't believe how fast he was able to make you fall apart using just his mouth. He always felt so good and you couldn't help yourself, you needed to cum and he wasn't going to tease you anymore. He wanted to see you fall apart. He needed to see you cum and to taste it on his tongue.

He latched his lips onto your clit and sucked harshly, looking dead into your eyes. You felt the chord in your stomach snap and your climax flooded your veins.

Namjoon continued licking and sucking at you gentle, coaxing you through your climax. You ruffled his hair and giggled in a lazy manner.

"You always make me feel so good baby. I love you..." You said, feeling your heart rate slowly come down.

"I love you too, ___." He said, hovering over your body with his. You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him to your lips in a sloppy kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, but you didn't care. His mouth was amazing no matter where he put it. On your lips, on your stomach, anywhere he could it was perfect.

Because he was perfect.

You grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing his beautifully toned chest making you drool with anticipation. Namjoon wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your jaw slowly, nipping and biting here and there.

"I want you inside me, Namjoon please..." You begged, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"What's the magic word baby?"  He murmured, biting at your ear lobe.

"Please fuck me, Master."

You groaned when he pinned you on your back.

"God you're so fucking hot when you call me that... You want your Master's cock? How bad does my little princess want it?" He growled, pulling his pants off.

"Your princess wants it so bad, please Master. Please fuck me, Master!" You cried out, giving him exactly what he wanted. You looked at him and he was rock solid and ready to give you both the pleasure you desired so greatly.

Without much warning he pushed into your tight head and you both took a sharp inhale. You could feel him hot and throbbing inside of you, so deliciously thick. He wanted to pound into you without abandon, but he knew that you were sensitive to that, and wanted to make sure that you felt just as good as he did.

Even if he was insanely dominant, he was always concerned about your pleasure as well as his own.

You moved your hips gently, brushing against him with longing. Namjoon groaned as he got the message, beginning to move his hips forward in slow movements.

He hit every part of you with his deep thrusts and every movement of his hips pulled a whine from your mouth. You could feel it all. His love, his cock and his affection for you. Namjoon was the perfect lover and he was so sensitive to your emotions, perfectly in tune with your wants and desires. As well as your struggles and hardships. Everything you two did, you did it together. It's what made you such a strong couple.

Namjoon couldn't hold on, he was painfully hard from eating you out and you could feel your climax coming back with a vengeance. You groaned loudly, grabbing at his back and shoulders, drawing your nails across his skin, leaving marks that were sure to be there the next morning.

"Fuck, princess, you feel so good around my cock. I can't hold out much longer." He panted, beginning to pound into your ruthlessly, making the bed frame smack against the wall with loud banging sounds.

Thank God you two didn't have neighbors.

You screamed without restrictions as you felt your orgasm hit you without warning. Your velvet walls clamped down on Namjoon's throbbing cock and he cried out his release as well, resting his head in your neck. Warmth flooded your sore pussy and you knew he came.

Panting and loud heart beats flooded the air.

The two of you laid in the sheets, basking in the afterglow of an intense orgasm. Namjoon kissed your knuckles and smiled at you goofily.

"Thank you baby. You're always so good to me." He said, kissing your shoulder.

"Forget about it, I love it just as much as you do. Maybe even more than you." You smiled curling into his side.

"I could never forget you." He whispered to you before the pair of you fell asleep.

-_-_-_-_-

You remembered that night vividly. It was one of the many times you two had sex, but for some reason it was stuck in your head. It was repeating and repeating and repeating.

It hurt to remember it, you didn't want to remember it. You wanted to forget everything like he had. How painless it must be, to be numb inside and not feel remorse about anything you did.

The tub was overflowing, but you couldn't find a fuck to give about it. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and Kookie flashed across the screen. You answered it a moment later.

"Yes, Jungkook?" You asked, trying to keep your voice calm.

"Hey Noona! I have a question." You wanted to smile at his cute little voice, but you couldn't find the energy to do so.

"What is it?" You questioned softly, trying not to let your anger out on the wrong person.

"I'm trying to cook some stir fry, but, I think I did it wrong... Is there any way to save it?" He asked, you could hear him fiddling with some knobs and such on the stove he shared with Jimin.

"Did you put in some water? That can help. If not, add some sauce and more vegetables and turn down the heat for God sake." Jungkook's sweet laughter flew through the phone and into your ear.

You would miss that.

"Yes, Noona. Thank you! If I add more vegetables and rice I'll have enough for more people. Do you and Namjoon-hyung want to come over and eat with Jimin-hyung and I?" He asked, doing as he was told.

"That's sounds great Kookie-ah. I'm just about to get in the bath but I'll call you when I get out." You could almost hear the blush on the younger man's cheeks.

"Alright, Noona. Enjoy your bath!" With that, he hung up and you threw your phone to the ground. Watching it shatter everywhere.

You were so tired.

You missed Namjoon and you wanted him back.

So you did the only thing you could do.

You cried.

Helplessly and hard. You sobbed until you collapsed to the floor in unadulterated agony, holding onto yourself desperately. How could he not feel anything when he thought about you or looked at you, when you felt so much? Your head flooded with misery and you felt water on your hand. You looked up and noticed that the water had reached you now. It was warm and inviting.

You stood up and shut the water off, looking into the deep tub. The deep and steaming liquid drew you in and it mixed with the water coming from your eyes.

It was time for you to forget him.

Forget everything about this last month. These last years...

Forget your life in general.

It didn't matter if Namjoon wasn't in it, and the man downstairs wasn't Namjoon.

The Namjoon you loved was gone, and he wasn't coming back. No amount of medicine and counseling could ever bring the man you loved back, and it killed you to know that. But you could be with him again, in your memories.

All it would take was a few inhales, right?

That's all it will take...

No, you're body will reject it...

You walked to the medicine cabinet and grabbed Namjoon's painkillers and anti-psychotics and poured them into your hand.

This would be enough, surely.

You grabbed the glass you kept on the sink for him at night and filled it with water.

One pill.

Two pills.

Ten pills.

Twenty pills.

You lost count at thirty five and you were already getting dizzy. You stumbled around the bathroom and held onto the edge of the tub, slowly dragging yourself inside of it. The water was still warm and you couldn't bring yourself to stop from fully submerging yourself in it. You were still clothed and that didn't matter. If anything it helped weigh you down so you didn't rise above the water.

The drugs took over your system and you felt water rushing into your airways.

But it didn't matter.

You were dead already.

-_-_-_-_-

Namjoon wasn't sure why you were taking so long in the bathroom, maybe you had to think about it.

He was serious when he said he wanted to try, he really did because seeing you so upset was hard for him. He didn't know why when he looked at you he didn't feel anything, but he wanted to. He wanted so badly to make you happy again, and that was the first step in his recovery.

The familiar ringing of his cell phone pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Hello?" He said into his phone.

"Hey, Namjoon-hyung! When will you and noona be here? She talked to me about twenty minutes ago and she was getting in the bath, but I invited you two over for dinner with me and Jimin-hyung. I made stir fry." Jungkook said cheerfully into the phone.

"Ah, did you? That was nice of you. I'll go check on her right now and see when she wants to head over. I'll call you back." He said before hanging up and heading for the stairs.

The bathroom door was closed as Namjoon headed into the bedroom. He walked over and knocked on the door.

"____? Jungkook just called and said he invited us to dinner. When did you want to go?" He asked, leaning against the wall.

Silence.

Confusion washed over him as he knocked on the door a little harder.

"___? Are you alright in there?" He asked, waiting for a response.

Without getting one he looked down at the floor and noticed the carpet was wet.

"___!? What's going on in there? Why did you let the water over flow?" He shouted, banging on the door with his fist.

He was once again greeted with silence.

"I'm coming in, ___!" He shouted before opening the door.

There you were, soaked and under the water in the tub, looking scarily pale.

"____," he shouted, rushing over and pulling your body out of the water. "Shit! Oh God, ___! What did you do?!" He yelled, grabbing onto your face.

No pulse.

Quickly grabbing his phone he dialed the emergency number, telling them the situation and begging them to hurry.

Namjoon looked over and saw that his pill bottles were all over the sink.

"You idiot! Why did you take my pills... Why baby, why?" He cried out, clutching your soaked form to his body.

Water poured from your mouth and your body was limp in his arms.

"___! Please, wake up, please wake up! Oh fuck, why did you do this? Why baby? Why," he asked in confusion. His heart ached and he rocked back and forth with you in his arms. How could you do this to him? How could you hurt him this way? And what did he do to you? How could he let himself hurt you like this? "Oh fuck this is all my fault, baby I'm so sorry. Princess? Please, open your beautiful eyes and look at me. Please, baby, please get up! ____!" He screamed, hanging onto your cold form.

His hands tangled in your hair and pulled your lips to his in a desperate kiss.

"I remember you, I remember everything we did... I remember baby, please open your eyes and look at me. Princess, please. Please open your eyes for me. I'll give you whatever you want. You can have all of my time, you can have whatever you want, please princess just open your eyes for me," he sobbed and tired everything he could to get you to wake up.

But nothing worked.

And he couldn't take it.

The ambulance arrived.

The EMTs walked up the stairs and found the scene.

KIM NAMJOON:

AGE: 22

CAUSE OF DEATH: SUICIDE BY OVERDOSE

_____ ______

AGE: 22

CAUSE OF DEATH: SUICIDE BY OVERDOSE/DROWNING

So freaking rude.

this is not a dream. It’s real life.