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Request: Could I request bts asking for your number at a fan signing?? Thanks, doll! ❤️

A/N: I apologize that this took so incredibly long. But here it is!

As you stepped up to table, you grinned at finally getting to meet your favourite group and getting the new album signed. You handed your gift to the first member as he signed the page you wanted. He grinned at it in his signature smile. He told a joke and you laughed, covering your mouth and attempted to thank him before you were ushered to the next member. As you calmed yourself, you looked towards who was in front of you now and startled at seeing his eyes blown wide open…

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I love me a good CEO au and this is it. Yasss. Thank you.

re: untitled [ pt. 1 ]

pairing | jjk x reader genre | ceo!jk, arranged marriage word count | 5.4k

“Do you really have to leave?” Taehyung whispered against your skin, his lips pouting and caressing your bare shoulder. “It’s not like he’s waiting up for you.”

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Just Jeongguk and Taehyung casually looking like young ceo's.... Tell me I'm lying.

jungoo was feeling cold and needed some warmth 🥺 for anon ♡

Namjoon, you're the man too! Out here bias wrecking everyone!

Euphoric Love (1) | Jeon Jeongguk Fanfiction

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Chaebol au.

Mentions of arranged marriage and business.

Jeongguk loves Soa. Soa loves Jeongguk. It's the kind of love you see in movies, read about in fairytales. The of love that doesn't belong in their world. Business deals mean happy marriages. Displays of affection are only done for show.

How will these two manage to successfully break the cycle? Follow Soa and Jeongguk as they grow their love while fighting the deception, greed and power within their families.

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"Would it kill you to fake a smile?" Taehyung mumbles, handing a glass containing a concoction I have no interest in taking. My eyes rake over the drink, lips speaking a quiet "No thanks" which he ignores by shoving it into my hand. Taehyung gives me a once over, brown eyes staring at my face as if to figure out what I'm thinking.

Dressed in a navy blue suit, I can admit that my brother looks dashing. He fits the image he portrays. Educated, well mannered and poised. He'd been taught well by Seokjin on how to appear in public. That's how he managed to look completely calm even though we both know he's far from it. His constant drinks are proof thereof.

A month ago, mother and father had informed Taehyung and me that Namjoon would be getting married. Not for love, like most people do, but in order to obtain shares from another business. We'd expected it, but not so soon.They didn't look emotional breaking the news, almost as if it had been planned years ahead. Knowing them it probably was.

The news wasn't the worst part of the deal. Growing up all of us had been used to seeing our aunts and uncles marry people for the sake of the business. Moving to different cities, countries, doing anything that was required of their contract. Two years ago we experienced our own wedding through Seokjin. A beautiful ceremony with only close relatives. He moved to China afterwards.

Of course our parents were happy when he accepted it. Happy that their son could make even more money for them while officially leaving our family. We haven't seen him much since then. He only ever visited during the Christmas holidays, but even that wasn't enough.

Between the three of us, Namjoon had been the most upset by the results. He'd basically lost his other half. The loss caused him to follow Taehyung and I around like a lost puppy. We didn't mind it, only asking him to keep whatever he saw a secret. Eventually he stopped following us and started hanging out with Min Yoongi.

Tonight Namjoon dons a dimpled smile as he gives a speech. Business jargon flowing out of his mouth in a way that impresses most attending the event.

"It's been a beautiful few years at Kim Group. Mom, Dad, you've aided me with the necessary knowledge for the next chapter of my journey. Matrimony is not an easy task. It requires leadership, commitment and communication. Skills you've instilled in myself, Taehyung and Soa from our diaper days. For that, I thank you."

"Is it me or has he become even more boring?" Jimin whispers, causing me to smile.

Park Jimin, Taehyung's best friend. He's been around since middle school. Growing from a chubby nice guy to a charming, flirty casanova. With slicked back hair and a red suit, Jimin fits the role he's created for himself. Rebellious, arrogant and handsome. It's not something his parents are too fond of. Mine aren't either, but they'd finally come to accept the inseparable behaviour of Jimin and Taehyung.

"It's not just you. He's been speaking for a while now." Jeongguk whispers back, standing too close. The dimly lit room hides the way his hand molds into mine well.

Jeon Jeongguk. Confident, but quiet. He has always been. Even when he moved to Seoul and looked like a complete outcast with his bunny like features. Taehyung, being his friendly self had been the first to approach him. After that the two just clicked.

Jeongguk became the third best friend to Jimin and Taehyung and the first boyfriend to me. That's why neither of them say anything about the hand they so clearly see holding onto my own.

"With that said, I'd like to call up Kim Taehyung, acting CEO of Kim Group." Namjoon smiles, moving aside as Taehyung hurriedly walks to the front.

There's a nervous tilt to his voice when he starts speaking. Nervous laughter sounding over the mic as he tries to brush it off. His eyes focus on mine even in the low lighting of the room. Taehyung never really liked speaking to the huge crowds. It's unexpected of his personality, but he's been that way since we were kids. Swaying, fidgeting, smiling, all at once.

He sounds different from Namjoon. Less mature with his wording, but more real.

"Namjoon had big shoes to fill, but mine are even bigger." Head scratch. "I didn't think I'd be taking over the business so soon. It's only been four years since I graduated, but I'm up for the challenge. With our parents, Soa and I aim to grow Kim Group into an even bigger business. We hope you'll support us and Namjoon we wish you a happy marriage."

People clap, most of them impressed with Taehyung. Jimin hollers, drawing the attention of many displeased faces. His parents being two of them.

The evening continues with a live jazz band performing items. Food is served and everyone is happy. Chatting away, minding their own business. It's a pleasant setup. More relaxed than that of Seokjin. Even our parents seem to be enjoying the evening.

"You guys are coming to the after party right?" Jimin asks no one in particular. "Yoongi said it'll be at Love Maze."

Taehyung shrugs because he'll probably join.

Already tipsy from all he's taken to calm his nerves.

"Soa?"

"No."

I watch as his face falls. "Why? We always go together."

Besides looking like someone to avoid, Jimin could be cute at times. He has the habit of pouting when he wants something. Me joining or not going won't directly affect him, but it affects the attendance of his other best friend.

"I'm not in the mood-"

"But then Jeongguk won't go."

"So? How's that on me?"

Jimin turns to Taehyung. Glass in hand, the latter doesn't care.

"Gguk? You coming or staying with Soa?"

Jeongguk nods. "I'll meet you guys there."

"This is why I don't date. Imagine missing out on a night with the guys for my girl." Jimin mumbles, passing Jeongguk a glare.

"I didn't say no though."

"This," He motions between the two of us, "Worst decision for this friend group."

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Authors Note:

Thank you for reading Chapter 1 of Euphoric Love. I hope you'll stick around for the next chapters. ❤️

Also posted on Wattpad under the account @kokoandkookie titled “Euphoric Love.

Descent┃KTH

Desire ↠│ Deprave ↠

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Summary: He was enamored with you, finally realizing how corrupt and dangerous the world around you was now that he could see how pure you were in comparison. He would stop at nothing to become the only one you loved. Only he deserved your attention and it was only a matter of time before you would agree.

A/N: This is my first fic that I've done in a very long time so apologies if it's not very good!!! Huge thank you to @gethatcake and @asdfgtaeee for beta reading!!

Word count: 7k

Yandere! Artist! Taehyung x Naïve! Fem! Reader

This story is 18+ and contains triggering themes including: romanticism of yandere behavior, obsessive ideation, rape/non-con elements, somnophilia, kidnapping, heavy manipulation.

Other tags: slow burn, hyyh au!, crime family ot7 au!, soft yandere

I do not condone the actions in this work of fiction!

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You took his breath away. Taehyung knew he needed to consume you, keep you as his forever. He imagined you as his songbird, wings clipped, not being able independently survive. He was the only person in the world that deserved to be around you, listen to your beautiful voice, touch your soft body.

The only thing he craved in his life was something pure to call his own. He grew up too quickly being around violence and hatred constantly from his father. His father was an alcoholic and would often take out his anger on Taehyung, if not his mother and sister. You quickly became the light in his world, thoughts of having you as his own taking over his daily routine.

 The first time he saw you he felt like Hades gazing upon innocent Kore while she picked flowers, blissfully unaware of the attention that she had attracted. He wanted to take you then and there as Hades did and drag you to the underworld to keep forever, to taint, to turn you into his Persephone.

He met you in the hallway of his art studio, the shared building being rented out to multiple tenants to use however they wanted. Some lived in the studio apartments while others made their own working space. You were one who had been living in the studio apartment, you wanted a budget friendly option for living in the large city of Seoul for your office job. He approached you carefully, like he was trying to catch a butterfly without it slipping through his fingers. You were too distracted to notice, attempting to balance your groceries in one hand and unlock your apartment door with the other. He didn't want to watch you struggle for too long so he quickly offered his help. You were so surprised and grateful as you handed him your grocery bags, not noticing as his touch lingered a second too long on your arm as he took your burden from you. He thought it was cute how you started oversharing about how you needed to start taking two trips when bringing in your groceries as you unlocked your door. He peeked into your living space as you opened your door and turned around to take the groceries off of his hands.

You had a fairly simple apartment setup, the same layout as his art studio only with a couch in the center of the room facing a television, a bed in the corner next to the large windows looking out at the city, you had plenty of knick knacks displayed on the windowsills and bookshelves. He noticed that you loved florals and vintage style items, the interior of your apartment looked like it belonged to a cottage in the forest rather than an apartment in a big city.

Once you were settled with your groceries on the floor safely inside your apartment you enthusiastically thanked him for his help, bowing a few times. The feeling of your hand in his would be difficult to forget as you offered it to him to shake. He took your hand in both of his and shook a bit too enthusiastically, being quickly overwhelmed with so much newfound affection that he didn't know where to put it. He chuckled and reassured you that it was no problem at all stepping back and starting to walk away as you closed the door.  He was thrilled, cursing that he had never passed you in the hallway before while walking up to his studio but hoping that he was able to make a good first impression.

Ever since that day he obsessed over your routine, what time you would leave or arrive home, making note of the days where you would go grocery shopping or do laundry. He bumped into you often enough to satiate his desire to see you but not so often that you would notice and grow suspicious. Kept up late at night he would go through the small interactions that he had with you during the day, reliving the moment, thinking of ways to improve your image of him. If the world weren't so corrupt he could've asked you out on a date and tried to become your boyfriend. That wouldn't be enough, the only way he'd ever be sure that your eyes were only on him would be if he took you. He couldn't bear to think about anyone else tainting you, the thought made his blood boil to the point where he'd obsessively pour over the video feed from the hidden camera he'd installed in the hallway across from your door. Thankfully you seemed to be too involved in your paralegal job to have time for friends or dating so he'd never felt the fear of seeing another person enter your apartment.

He was an artist, the hobby started as spraying graffiti all over buildings in his youth and had led him to developing a passion for creating. You became his muse, even when he would start an art project with the intent to depict someone or something else he was always led back to you. The art studio was now filled with harsh sketches, paintings, even sculptures of you.

      He had his powerful friends use their connections to look into you, trying to learn everything he could. Not to his surprise your record was squeaky clean, you had been a good student in school, earning scholarships to go to college and law school with the goal of becoming a civil litigator. You seemed focused on staying on the straight and narrow to reach your goals. You were too good for this world. Luckily Taehyung was friends with Jung Hoseok, the young lawyer who had a far reaching network of clients and connections that allowed him and those close with him to get away with most everything as long as they did so quietly. Hoseok climbed the ladder of success quickly and he was now a partner of the law firm that you were working at.

Taehyung and his friends had all met as middle schoolers but as they grew older they grew in status and power. The seven each had unique jobs, the ultimate goal was to help one another and themselves. Taehyung fit into the puzzle by creating works of fine art which would then be appraised at a high value. The appraiser would then send the painting to Kim Seokjin, the head of the most powerful housing company in South Korea, to be donated to a hospital in his name to avoid paying any taxes on his enormous annual income. The hospital recieving the donation was usually one of the mental facilities Dr. Park Jimin oversaw. The hospital care was legitimate but Jimin had found loopholes in the system to siphon money from insurance companies right into his pockets. Min Yoongi was the banker, in charge of investing in land and property to further Seokjin's empire and making sure that the money that the group made would be safe in untraceable accounts. Kim Namjoon was the leader of one of the most prominent organized crime syndicates in Seoul. He helped by taking care of any tenants who refused to pay rent when Seokjin would raise the price and acted as a loan shark for Yoongi. In turn they all conspired with Jeon Jungkook the Commissioner General of the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency to make sure that even if there were tips called in about any of their group's dealings, no one would be put on the case.

Taehyung knew he could get away with it if he were to take you. All he had to do was make sure that he did it with surgical precision.  He hoped that eventually you'd understand why he had to keep you all to himself. The arrangements he made were countless, making sure that everything would be perfect for the day he took you. He built an entire guest house to keep you in until he knew that you'd be content in his actual home. You'd have the best gilded cage possible so he went all out with furnishing it with the best furniture, clothing, and décor for you. At the same time he was also preparing all of the restraints and equipment that he might need to keep you safe from yourself, worried that you could lash out during the beginning of your captivity. He knew he had to have a strong resolve if you learned of his true intentions, no matter how much he wanted to keep you oblivious.

Once the physical preparations had been made, he began growing restless. He had planned for all of the possibilities of collateral once he slipped you out of this world and into his own. All there was left to do was wait for the right opportunity, then he would take you and make sure that no one would raise alarm at your absence.

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The day had finally come. Taehyung was walking through the hallway to his art studio, passing by you, as he had many times before. You were wheeling a freshly-purchased suitcase next to you as you approach your apartment door.

"Hey y/n! How are you?" He tilts his head to the side like a puppy when he locks eyes with you, a boxy smile gracing his lips.

"Oh, hey Taehyung! I'm great! Just getting ready to take a vacation actually!" You gush to your neighbor, excited to brag a little to the man that you'd become friendly with the past year or so. "I'm going to Europe to get away and rest, can you believe I've never taken a proper vacation?"

"I'm so happy for you! It's hard to believe! I feel like any time I see you you're carrying a metric ton of paperwork, it's good that you're taking a break," Taehyung smiles, already putting together the final steps of his plan, giddy at the thought of finally making you his.

"I think so too," a thought pops into your head, remembering a wrench that you had impulsively thrown into your life, "Actually Taehyung would there be any way you could eye on my apartment for me while I'm gone? I took in a stray a few days ago. I know it's a lot to ask but would you mind checking up on her every day? I would've tried to get a cat sitter but it's so short notice and I wouldn't want some stranger coming into my apartment. I can pay you if you want, I just want Sardine taken care of,"

You knew it wasn't Taehyung's responsibility to help you but ever since he had helped you with your groceries the first time you had met he had been so kind. It always seemed like he was there to help any time you needed to carry your hamper full of laundry up the stairs to your apartment or to catch you if you lost your footing tripping over the dilapidating hallway carpet. He was a fairly successful artist, and had seen some of his work in your office building. The pieces ranged from photography to the most beautiful oil paintings that you had ever seen. From the grapevine you garnered that he was close with the one of the heads of your law firm and it surprised you how small the world was. He seemed like such a sweet down-to-earth person you knew in your heart that you could trust him to watch over your apartment and new kitty. You never would've suspected how excited he was that you were essentially offering yourself up to him on a silver platter.

"Wow! Of course y/n, could you tell that I love cats? When do you leave?" He asks, his smile growing wider.

"In a couple days, I still need to finish packing and clean out my fridge and all that. I have all the cat food and supplies that I think you'd need, this is actually my first time taking care of a cat so I'm not sure if I'm doing everything right," You rub the back of your neck sheepishly "She likes to run around my house at full speed early in the morning, and kicks her cat litter everywhere. Any guidance would really be appreciated. Would you like to come in and meet her?" you begin to unlock your door. Taehyung takes a deep breath, gathering all of his restraint, he had to wait just a little bit longer. Your defenses were almost completely down around him but he still wanted to charm you and show you his good, caring side. He nods at you while the cat -Sardine- you had called her greeted you both at the entrance to your apartment. You walk inside, flipping your lights on and leaning down to let the cat sniff your hand and lean into it, cooing sweetly at her. Taehyung follows, taking note of everything in the room. He takes in all pictures you had on the wall of you with your family and friends, you stood out like a diamond among them, he knew that they were the most mediocre people in the world in comparison to you. He looks around your apartment, grateful for the studio space letting him glimpse into your personal space. You quickly notice that your home was a bit more unkempt than you liked it to be when you had company so you pull away from Sardine and rush over to a mess of clothes on the floor and shove them all into your hamper, apologizing for the mess.

Taehyung studied your every movement with a wistful smile before focusing back on the cat who was affectionately rubbing on his legs and ankles.

"Hello sweetie," he says, squatting down to be on the same level as the orange and white cat, reaching out to be met with immediate nuzzles from the feline. The cat reminded him of you, so quick to trust him, all he had to do was reach out.

"I found her in the parking lot a few days ago, hiding from the rain under someone's car, she was crying out. I knew I had to take her in, she's so sweet and it's just too dangerous outside, too many cruel people who would run her over without a second thought." Your words made him smile, you had the same sentiment for this cat that he does for you.

"I understand completely, the world is too hard for something so soft." You sit next to him, both of you petting Sardine, hands brushing against each other occasionally, sending shockwaves through Taehyung's fingertips straight to his heart. With you this close he gets the chance to breathe in your unique scent, it reminds him of honeysuckle and spring rain. He makes a note to check what shampoo and conditioner you use so he can provide it to you when he takes you in.

After a few more moments of affection Sardine grows restless and walks away, finding interest in a hair tie that you had abandoned on the floor. You show Taehyung to where you had put Sardine's food and water, he points out that it's too close to the litterbox and the water was starting to get bits of clay polluting it. He suggests getting a covered litterbox to help with the mess and a fountain to make sure the water stays fresh. You feel a bit embarrassed for not knowing this information before but grateful for Taehyung's gentle tone. He makes sure to tell you all of the essential oils and plants that are toxic to cats after seeing your oil diffuser next to your bed and house plants.

You're so grateful for his help, unaware that Taehyung had watched in the shadows as you lured the stray a few days earlier. He then put hours of research into proper care for cats just to be sure that he could provide for both of you when he finally brought you home. He walks past your open bathroom door, spotting your wide array of hair and body products, trying to commit them to memory as quickly as possible.

"I leave the day after tomorrow and I'll be gone for a week and a half. Is it okay if I drop off the key that morning before I leave for my flight?" You command his attention once more, the gears in his head turning as he graces you another blinding smile.

"Of course y/n, I could drive you to the airport so you don't have to pay a fortune for parking if you'd like?" His eyes crinkle at the sides. The offer only further cements your belief that he is truly a kind, selfless person.

"You would do that? The flight leaves at 6:45 so we'd have to leave really early but I'd appreciate that so much, you really are a lifesaver!" He nods enthusiastically.

"I know you'd do the same for me if I needed a hand, don't worry about how early it is, I'm usually awake early anyway" His words reassure you that you wouldn't be a burden and you smile contently.

"Thank you so much Taehyung, if there's anything I can do for you when I get back you just let me know" He took from your cues that you were ready for him to go so he started walking with you to the door

"Alrighty, sounds like a plan, I'll see you in a couple days then!" As he walks out of your house he tries his best to contain his giddy mood until he returns to his apartment. Once he enters his own domain, surrounded in various depictions of you and your angelic face he can't help but pump his fist in the air in victory.

Once his emotions come back under his control he sends a message to his group chat of six friends

Tae: [She's going to be mine the day after tomorrow, Joon could I borrow some of your men to put the plan into action?]

Joon: [Good for you, man! Of course just let me know when and where and we'll be there ]

Tae: [I will, thank you so much for your help.]

Kookie : [I'll keep things quiet if we get any call-ins when it's all going down, just let me know if she puts up a fight and it gets messy.]

Tae: [Will do.]

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You glare at your phone, eyes adjusting to the darkness in your room as you tried unsuccessfully to press snooze on your alarm. You sit up in bed, careful not to disturb the ball of fluff curled up at the end of your bed, purring softly to herself. Looking at the clock you immediately regret deciding on an early flight: 4:45.

It is too damn early for this.

You groggily turn on your bedside lamp, cursing your parents for instilling in you the need to get to the airport at least an hour before your flight 'just in case' while peeling yourself out from under your warm comforter.  You knew you had to be ready to go for Taehyung, if you had been driving yourself you wouldn't have cared as much about looking presentable but he was so handsome and kind you wanted to make sure that you looked decent. You couldn't help but develop a small crush on Taehyung. His demeanor was just so charming and you had grown very fond of your little meetings in the hallway. Even though you were taking a break from relationships if he had ever asked you out you would say yes in a heartbeat.

You put on a well-fitting blouse and a flowy, medium length skirt with some chunky heels and soft cotton socks. You did your makeup to look soft and pretty, nothing too much but enough to hide the sleep from your eyes. You had already packed your suitcase but you go back over everything and double check that you're fully prepared. You find your spare key in the drawer in your kitchen where you let your odds and ends collect before placing all of your things by the door ready to go.

Taehyung had hardly slept, he was obsessing over every detail of the plan to make sure everything would go perfectly. He made sure that the cctv would be shut off from your apartment parking lot, that his home was stocked for you, and that Hoseok would forge a resignation letter for you and explain your absence past your vacation time to your colleagues. Once you understood that you were destined to be together he was sure that you'd cut ties with your family on your own.

It was 5:10 when he knocks on your door, you answer quickly and thank him as he carries your bulky suitcase, leaving you your carry-on and purse to take care of. Once you're in the car a wave of exhaustion hits you, nerves had kept you up most of the night and you still had a half hour drive to the airport.

"Taehung would it be okay if I shut my eyes for a bit?"

"Of course, get some rest. You have a busy day ahead of you."

Things were moving along perfectly, as soon as your breathing calms down he starts driving out of the city, towards his secluded townhouse surrounded by farmland. The roads were smooth enough not to wake you and as soon as he was sure you are in a deep enough sleep he stops the car and texts Namjoon's men to get into position. The next thing you know you're startled awake by strange men in face masks bursting into the car, pushing an acrid smelling cloth over your nose and mouth. You turn to Taehyung to see him in the same position with a cloth being forced onto him and that's the last thing you see before everything fades away.

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Once Taehyung was sure you were unconscious he taps the man acting like he was putting him to sleep with chloroform and removes the dry rag away from his face. Everything seemed to be going according to plan. One of Namjoons men would be staying with him to help with his plan. He has trouble keeping his eyes on the road as he drives you the rest of the way to his home. This was the first time you two had spent so much time together and he was having a hard time focusing at the prospect of every day being this amazing. He brings the car to a stop around back where the entrance to the guest house he had built. He planned to stay in a transitional living space with you to grow closer. He wanted to make sure that you trusted him implicitly before moving you into the main house and giving you free reign.

You were limp, but it was still fairly easy for him to pick you up bridal style and bring you into your new home together. He was careful not to bump you into anything and hurt you while bringing you inside.

While you were unconscious Taehyung changes you into comfortable t-shirt material pajamas. He takes his time, fingers lingering over your soft skin and breathing in the scent of your hair. He was desperately hoping that you wouldn't be too frightened. He had a plan to explain the situation in a way that you benefit him, he just hoped that you'd cooperate. He had been so careful and gentle, it was difficult holding back the side of him that only wanted to taint you, hurt you, violate your body. He steeled his composure, because wanted you to beg for his mouth, his cock, his everything. He lays you down gently in a small twin size bed. The room he had staged had two identical beds with restraints bolted into the walls, a sink and separate room with a shower and toilet. He gives Namjoons man-Ji-seok- his orders before he changes into similar pajamas so he would be in the same position you were in when you awoke. Then all there was left to do was wait, watching your chest rise and fall. He anticipates the chloroform wearing off as the rhythm of your breathing changed and your eyes squint awake. You startle awake once again for the second time today, remembering your attack earlier and quickly trying to asses the situation. Your clothes had been changed but you weren't sore in any way, You see your bed and Taehyung across from you. Your head was the main thing bothering you, the bright fluorescent lights making it worse. You take in your surroundings. The room you're in is small with a sink on the wall, with a small shelf with towels and what looks like extra sets of pajamas. There was also a small room attached with a frosted glass door with a toilet and a shower head from the wall and drain on the floor.

"Whats going on Taehyung, what happened?" You exclaim, trying to remain calm but the panic in your voice plain to hear. He looks at you with all the sorrow in the world, guilt filling him as tears start to escape the corners of his eyes.

"I'm so sorry y/n, this has nothing to do with you, you shouldn't have been caught up in this. Let me explain. I was once best friends with Kim Namjoon, we met in middle school and we were basically brothers and troublemakers in high school. Getting older I tried to channel my bad habits into my art. Namjoon, however, sunk it into a life of crime. At first I tried to talk some sense into him but he got himself into debt with loan sharks so far that his only option was illegal channels. He'd the smartest person I know and he got good at getting what he wants. He found a powerful mentor to teach him how to pull all the strings of organized crime before that mentor eventually left him in charge when he retired. This clumsy kid who taught me how to tie my shoes turned into a monster right before my eyes. I tried to cut ties with him, go no contact but any time I did he would do something to threaten my mom or little sister so I had to entertain him. If I try to go to the police about it he always has a way of finding out through his connections. He uses my art to auction off on the black market and he won't let that go for some reason. I think he just wants me around because in some twisted way I'm one of the only true friends that he's had in his life. I've never used him for anything and I don't hope to gain anything from being around him. Despite everything I still know the real Namjoon is in there somewhere, I see glimpses of it sometimes so I keep hope that someday he'll snap out of it and come to his senses. I was finally able to get my mom and sister out of the country safely about a week ago and since then I've had a bad feeling. Like he was moving everything into place because I had the audacity to go against him and take away his collateral. I think that's why we were taken, its not your fault and I shouldn't have let it happen I should've been more careful. They probably assumed you were someone important to me and wanted to strike quickly since he has nothing left to hold over me. This is all my fault," He explains, giving you plenty of time once he's finished to process everything he's said. He looks like a wreck, face splotchy, eyes puffy, and nose red from crying during his story. "I'm sorry for crying I'm just so frustrated, I wanted to make something for myself as an artist and instead I'm just used as a pawn in a network of crime, I hate it."

You feel a pang in your heart when you hear him spill his guts to you, someone he's not even close to, because all the others close to him had been sent away.

"I know that this wasn't your intention Tae, you were just trying to help and its not your fault that this happened to us," you move over to sit on his bed and place a comforting hand on his back, rubbing back and fourth, shushing his cries as he crumples into your chest, sobs wracking his body. You feel horrible and scared but you can't imagine how terrible he's felt feeling dealing with all of this by himself. You let yourself break down a bit with him as well, letting how scared you were feeling out a bit as he held you tightly by your middle, feeling your chest get wet with his tears as you lean down and rest your head on top of his, making his hair a bit damp with your tears.

"I know it's scary and we don't know each other well but I'm happy that we have each other Tae. I couldn't go through this by myself and it sounds like you've been going through way too much by yourself," you say quietly after you calm down, playing with his hair a little bit to help him settle enough to talk. You feel his chuckle gently against your skin, "You know you really know how to find the bright side don't you," he says, being interrupted a bit by sob aftershocks and hiccups, "do we have anything that I can blow my nose on? I feel gross."

You look around, finding the closest thing to a handkerchief you can, peeling the pillowcase off of his pillow and handing it to him. He grunts appreciably before pulling away from you and wipes the tears from his eyes before blowing his nose, turning away so you can't see how rough he was looking until cleans up a little. You pull away from him a bit, becoming painfully aware of how inconsiderate of his space you just had been and scooting back to give him room, face and ears flushing red. He notices your withdrawal and throws the pillowcase to the floor, touching your knee.

"Thank you so much y/n, I know I'm the reason you're here but I don't think that I can keep dealing with this alone and I really appreciate you." He gazes earnestly into you, both of you are splotchy eyed now and you feel such a fondness for this gentle artist caught up in such a mess. Your head suddenly starts to feel like its splitting open, most likely as an aftereffects of the chloroform and crying. Your eyes squint shut and you pull into yourself in pain, sheltering yourself from the bright fluorescents.

"You're very welcome Taehyung and I would love to brainstorm ideas to get us out of here but I just got the mother of all migraines so I don't think ill be very useful. I'll probably have to take a nap or something to feel better before I can help in any way," you say, trying not to move your head around too much, finding a light switch on the wall and dimming the lights to a soft glow.

"I have a migrane too, lets just get rest, then brainstorm later," Taehyung smiles, gently pulling off his shirt and moves to try to get comfortable on his bed, clearly getting disappointed when you start to get up to move over onto your own. You hesitate seeing his reaction, holding back and looking at him.

"Would you want me to stay over here for you?" You ask as gently as possible, trying to sound cool, calm, and collected, as much as the situation you were in was shitty you still had a crush on Taehyung and would not hesitate to stay in bed with him.

"Oh uh, I'm sorry I don't want to make you uncomfortable but I usually can only fall asleep if I'm holding my body pillow, I just have nightmares without it and I wouldn't want to wake you up with them." He explains sheepishly, looking down as his face turns pink with blush. You match his blush but you're hoping the dim lights hide it as you grab the pillow from the other bed and move to lay down next to him.

"No worries, I actually have a similar problem, I sleep like a mountain climber so it helps to have something to cuddle as well. You are welcome to hold me as much as you like," you hope you don't sound like and creep as you cuddle into him, moving so your head is under his chin and effectively tangling the two of you together. He welcomes you with open arms and pulls you into him, squeezing you gently and adjusting his own positioning a bit before settling down and nuzzling into your hair a little.

"Thank you for being so understanding y/n," he whispers to you, his voice sending shivers through you as his breath hits your ear, his chest rumbling against your own at the close proximity. You push down all of your giddy feelings as another splitting shoot of pain goes through the back of your head, forcing you to squeeze your eyes shut.

"You're welcome again Tae, I hope you feel better tomorrow," you whisper back, wondering mindlessly if you sent the same shivers through him as you let sleep start to take you.

Your consciousness slips away and Taehyung has never been so happy in his life. His heart is bursting, overjoyed that his plan is working and you believed everything he said. Of course you would've, you are the kindest most perfect person in the world. He mentally curses himself for doubting you for even a second. Holding you tight was something he could definitely get used to, he almost wished he could hold you tight enough that you'd merge into one and then never be able to be apart. It was almost too good how things are going, you are behaving so well, responding perfectly to him and it was only a matter of time before he made his way into your heart. He knew that he definitely had his foot in the door but he was worried that he'd mess it up and you'd figure out everything. You would still be his but he couldn't stand the thought of being a source of pain to you. The feeling of your hands on him would never get old, he just wanted to touch you and be touched by you at all times and your current position was perfect for that. You were essentially tangled together and he had all the access he needed to test out your reaction to his touch. You had shivered when he spoke in your ear so he knew that those were sensitive, he wanted more. He wanted everything you could give him so he couldn't stop himself when he gave you a light squeeze on the arm to see if you'd wake up, it had been many hours since you had fallen asleep. When you don't react he decides to go a bit further, whispering filthy nothings into your ear, feeling the goosebumps run down the back of your arm. Such a sensitive little thing, so desperate for my touch and you don't even know it yet. You're body knows who you belong to though. He moves his free hand so slowly to one of your nipples, feeling how hard it is through your buttons down pajama shirt. What a slut you are, nipples already hard and all I'm doing is telling you who you belong to. You're mine and I'm going to make sure that you're begging for my cock soon with your words and not your body. But I'll listen to both just fine my love. He undoes one button of your shirt letting his hands touch your hard nipple rubbing the erect nub in a gentle circle, imagining doing the same thing to your clit. He'd tease you so slowly, letting your virgin pussy get wetter and wetter before letting you come and finally fill up your aching cunt with his cum. He'll make sure to drive you crazy so you become addicted to him just as badly as he was with you.

You're gonna want my cock inside you so badly baby, once I breed your little pussy I'll make sure to keep you stuffed full of cum as you get round and your tits get fat with milk. Then I'll just keep pumping you full of my babies. You won't have to do anything but be a good mommy so I can keep you nice and plugged up. He pulls his hand away, watching to make sure that your light snoring hadn't changed before slipping his hands into your waistband, dipping his slender middle finger into your soaked pussy pumping a couple times just to see your reaction. You moan softly and grind your clit against his palm, still keeping your eyes shut and the same shallow breaths while gently bucking against his hand. He couldn't believe his luck, you were so sensitive just from a little teasing and dirty talk in your sleep, he couldn't imagine what you'd be like fully conscious but he was excited to find out soon. Mmm baby this pussy has just been waiting for me hasn't it? You little whore, taking me so easily, so eager to be violated, I bet you went to bed wet thinking about how bad you want to grind against my thigh baby. Don't you worry pretty thing, I'm gonna take care of you. He continues steadily pumping his middle finger, using his thumb to gently circle your clit, not getting faster but hitting that sweet spot over and over until you're gushing against his fingers. He quickly withdraws his fingers, pops them in his mouth and wipes them off on his side, closing his eyes and steadying his breathing before you can wake up fully from the sensation.

You feel warm and tingly at the same time, you're dreaming of Taehyung, your mind deciding to make a highlight reel of every time he did something cute or was looking especially hot as you passed him in the hallways. You conjure up his voice speaking sweet nothings to you while taking you gently, kissing your neck and making sure you feel good. Of course you had never had sex but your mind was doing a good job attributing the feeling you've had making yourself orgasm to Taehyung. Your mind starts to slowly find itself and come into focus as you notice that your panties were noticeably wet in real life and you had had a wet dream and were semi grinding against an asleep Taehyung. Your lower half was drenched and his pajama pants weren't too much better. You blink the sleep out of your eyes and take a second to realize that this is in fact real and when that happens your blood runs cold with how mortified and embarrassed you are. You just had a wet dream on your cute artsy neighbor while literally in a kidnapping situation. You curse yourself for your bad timing and try to think of a plan or an excuse to tell Taehyung but you aren't afforded the opportunity to when he himself starts stirring- probably due to how uncomfortable being damp was. You look into his sleepy eyes and feel tears prick at the corners of yours as you flush red with embarrassment, starting to babble about what happened and how sorry you were, sobbing into his neck. You're sure that you've ruined any chance that you had with him but he sees how guilty you feel and he doesn't even push you away. He takes the news surprisingly well, explaining that he's had to deal with wet dreams himself before and they're perfectly natural.

"You're seriously okay, I don't think you did anything wrong. At least you didn't get your cute neighbor kidnapped like I did, when you do something as terrible as that we can call it even, okay?" he says making you blush even harder when he calls you cute.

"Okay," you hiccup out, leaning back to give him a small smile before a wave of embarrassment hits again and you can't look at him. He continues shushing your sobbing for a few minutes while holding you tight and smoothing you hair in a rhythmic pattern, helping you get yourself together to actually take care of the problem. He helps as much as he can, letting you shower and change first and moving the pillows over to the other bed so you can get comfy while he goes and showers and changes. It takes him about ten minutes but soon he's back in bed with you. Double checking that you're okay with sleeping together, being surprisingly gentle for a guy when he gets situated with you again, letting you take one of the pillows to cuddle in between your legs and just having you be his little spoon, squeezing you into him with one arm and letting you use his other arm and bicep as a pillow. You don't know if he's just being nice because he's half asleep but you're very grateful that even if you're trapped you're trapped with someone so compassionate.

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A/N: If you enjoyed please reblog and leave me feedback!! Part 2 Desire is up now!

This was so cute 🥹omg can have pt 2/!?! I need a series ?!?!

Night Owls

Genre: College AU/Fluff Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Word Count: 1289 

“Our flats are opposite each other and your kitchen window faces my kitchen so we always see each other making coffee at 3am” - @dailyau

A broad expanse of blackness consumes the city, any trace of natural light swallowed, and hints of pink and purple that painted the sky just hours ago have been completely wiped out. Glancing over to the clock on the night table, you mentally organise your time for the rest of the night. It is during these ungodly hours of the night, that you find you work most efficiently.

It’s an unhealthy habit that you’ve become accustomed to, leaving you attending lectures the next day riding on only two to three hours of sleep at most, and then catching up on the rest of it as soon as you reach the apartment, feet automatically guiding you towards the bed.

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HIYA!!!! im requesting a yoongi & gender nuetral!reader where the reader is the 8th member of bts and yoongi has a soft spot for them. mostly because the reader doesnt bother him but seems to be always stuck next to him like glue. so maybe the members reaction to it too and yoongi beibg yoongi lol! and the readers likes being affectionate but only with yoongi hyung haha

I assumed this was more like a sibling/close friend kind of relationship. so if you want a romantic twist i can make a part two :)

Affinity // part 2

It is no secret that y/n and Yoongi have an unspoken bond, one everyone knows of. Its clear by the way they always stick together, the way neither of them seem to mind the constant closeness. The way Yoongi softly smiles at them when they are together and the way y/n always seems to pick him to stay next to.

In all honestly Yoongi is kind of like a comfort to them. Just being around them works wonders for their mind and heart. They don't even have to verbally communicate, just being around him can make any bad day good and any bad thought disappear. Even the panic they sometimes feel at airports and other places crowded with screaming fans seems lesser when they cling to Yoongi's arm. Nobody seems to know why this is, even y/n themself doesn't know. It had been like that from the start.

People would think Yoongi didn't like that, especially the ones that don't know him well would assume he would even hate it. The constant closeness, the platonic touching and the hugging. New fans and antis have been led to believe he's a cold person. But those who do know him see he actually doesn't mind at all. By the soft reassuring smiles and the comforting hand holding they see it's far from that actually. He somehow feels a sense of comfort as well, being around them makes him feel serene and calm. So you could say they are perfect for each other.

The first day they met, before debut, it already started. Meeting new people, especially know you're going to work with them and be around them alot from then on, is scary. He could immediatelt sense the discomfort on y/n's face. The way they tensed when someone talked to them, the way they would try to avoid conversations as much as possible and the way they seemed to close off all together. The other boys didn't really seem to notice, but he did. And he surprised himself by taking it on himself to make them feel better. So he sat next to them and tried to initiate calm and simple conversations with them, hoping it would get them to open up to him. And they did. We could assume that's the reason they have this bond now.

Next example is how they're in his studio a lot. They don't necessarily speak or try to get his attention. They just enter and do their thing, be it laying down, working on music or just doing their own thing. It has become a regular thing for them, and Yoongi can barely remember a time where they didn't show up in his studio every other day. If they didn't show up for a few days it would even be concerning. With the boys Yoongi might have gotten annoyed by now and told them to stop, getting distracted whenever they show up. But it's different for y/n, their presence doesn't bother nor distract him. Besides, they always take care of him as well, making sure he eats, drinks and sleeps well. And with them he doesn't mind the little breaks, he doesn't mind when they physically stop him from working. Because he knows they care about him and know what's best.

After a little while of knowing each other they got physical very quick. Hugs, holding hands or just arms or legs touching while sitting next to each other.

Fans point out a lot that y/n and Yoongi are always together. That they're joined at the hip. Some of them would use this as 'evidence' for their ship but most can see what's really happening here. They're glad that y/n and Yoongi like each other so much, it means that they at least have each other. No matter what happens.

Last example will be right now, as they're doing a live. All 8 of them.

"I bet that didn't actually happen." Jimin laughs after listening to Taehyung's story, who was almost yelling while trying to convince them he wasn't lying.

"You sure? Tae always experiences odd stuff." Namjoon remarks, looking at the camera after saying that, raising an eyebrow at army.

Y/N laughs cuddling more into Yoongi's side. They had a long day and everyone is tired, but the boys decided they wanted to do a short vlive before going to bed. While y/n was fully on board and was excited to interact with armys, they still felt very tired and just wanted to be in bed. But they figured cuddling up to Yoongi would have to make do.

"Y/N stop hogging Yoongi-oppa." Jin reads a comment out loud, laughing as he reads the English comment using a honorific at the end of it. He turns to y/n and Yoongi and whines, "yes, stop hogging them," he mockingly says.

Yoongi scoffs as y/n chuckles and shakes their head. They throw their leg over Yoongis and forces themself closer, laughing a bit harder. "No way!!" Yoongi seems to turn a bit red at this action but manages a small and low chuckle, playfully rolling his eyes at them.

"I, for one, think it's endearing." Hoseok speaks, smiling gross lovingly at the intertwined duo.

"Sickening, really." Jimin adds, but the look on his face says otherwise.

"You never hug me like that!" Taehyung grunts, frowning at y/n. But as soon as y/n opens their mouth to speak, taking him a bit too serious, he laughs. "Just kidding."

"They're really something else aren't they?" Jungkook pipes in, giving a soft close mouthed smile.

"You two should just da-" Jimin started reading another comment, laughing like crazy, but getting interrupted by Yoongi.

"Don't."

please make a part 2 to affinity but romantic it was so goooodddd

Affinity pt 2 pt1

Neither of them were sure where it all changed, and what caused it. It used to be affection between two close friends, those who trust and comfort each other. But when did it include romantic feelings? And what would that mean for Yoongi and y/n? It left both of them confused and insecure about their bond, scared that somehow they were gonna mess this up. Scared that they wouldn't be able to hold in their feelings anymore. Scared that their friendship would end right there and then.

Which leads to where we are now. In order not to slip up Yoongi had decided that it would be best to take some space from being around y/n all the time. He knows its unfair to them, but he also knows he can't be around them when all he wants to do is kiss them whenever he sees them. Besides, it's a totally stupid idea to date one of the other members! Isn't it?

Y/N has noticed his change in behavior though. They used to be inseparable, joined at the hip. Where yoongi was you'd find y/n, and vice versa. So how wouldn't they be able to notice? He's barely around anymore. And the hardest part is that they don't even know where it went wrong? Did he get annoyed by them? Did they do something to make him angry? Did he notice their more than platonic feelings for him? All these thoughts creep around in their head at night, making them insecure and sad. Maybe this is the end of their friendship, maybe this can't be fixed.

-

Another few weeks of Yoongi avoiding y/n and faking affection in front of cameras. He's smart, no lie. He knows that if he also cuts off from their where their fans could see they'd catch on. And judging my theories and predictions you could say they're pretty clever. It wouldn't go unnoticed.

But y/n keeps hurting more and more, feeling tears rush to their eyes whenever he walks out or ignores them. They hate that he keeps leaving the room when they enter, that he doesn't listen to them during group conversations, and that the only words he spoke to them the past few weeks were "did you see my laptop". They're convinced it's their fault.

He hates me, they think.

-

They lay awake at night, crying and panicking, trying to come up with yet another way to get Yoongi to talk to them, but to no avail. They've tried everything. He won't budge.

The realization hits them as they choke out a loud sob, feeling anxiety gripping at their heart and lungs. Its getting harder and harder to breath the longer they keep going at it. This isn't the first time they've had a panick attack over this situation, it hits them hard. Losing the one person that you trust and love with every viber in you and it might be your own fault all together.

The volume of their sobs and breaths keep raising as their head starts pounding. Everything blurs and the only thing they can focus on is the fact that they can't properly breathe anymore. No matter how hard they try, no air fills their lungs. Everything is too much. So much that they don't even hear the frantic knocking at their door. Nor the voice telling them to let the person in. They don't hear a thing except for their own.

-

It is late at night when Yoongi lays awake, thinking and stressing. The upcoming comeback is really weighing down on everyone, and the thing going on between him and y/n isn't helping him at all. Of course he feels bad. Fuck, he feels awful every time he catches their sad eyes or the tears threatening to spill. But he can't seem to bring himself to approach them. To apologize. He thinks its for the best, considering his feelings for the other haven't faded away yet. And even if he does want to apologize, he fucked up. He doubts they'll forgive him that easily, he's been a horrible friend to them.

After about half an hour he decides to get out of bed and maybe grab a glass of water. Maybe the little walk and hydration will help him calm down so he can sleep.

As he walks out of his room he spots the door to y/n's room, feeling an eerie feeling coming over him. Something feels off but he just blames it on the guilt he feels inside. He pushes it aside and keeps walking past the door and to the ki-

"What the hell is that?" Yoongi whispers to himself, hearing a sound coming from y/n's room. It doesn't sound like a normal sound, he hasn't heard it before coming from there.

As he hears the sound again he comes closer to the door, wanting to know what was happening behind it.

And he hears it again.

"Y/N are you okay? Open up please." He says, trying to open the door, but to no avail. He recognizes the sound all to well, having been the one they came to whenever they felt like this. The sobs, the shallow breathing. He hates knowing that they deal with it alone now, surrounded by nothing but coldness and shadows.

He knows its wrong, ignoring and avoiding them at all costs only to demand for them to open the door right now. A friend should be there not only through hard times, but also to laugh with. But he fails to notice be a friend until he hears them being like this? God, he hates himself.

"Please y/n..." he begs, but once again they don't respond to him. Nor do their sobs quiet down, they're full on breaking down in there and he feels powerless out the door.

He considers his options, but immediately denied the one where he leaves. He doesn't want to leave them now, not when they need him the most. So he figures he needs to take some more,,, extreme,,, measurements.

-

Y/N has their hands in their hair as they try to gaso for air, the hard breathing turned into barely breathing. They feel like they're about to pass out. Their usual methods don't calm them down, and they can't seem to do anything else other than cry. They don't hear the door come off its hinges. They don't notice the man approaching quickly. Not until they feels arms around them, pulling them into something solid. A chest? A soft voice is heard, barely audible above their breathing and crying. "Hey, hey, calm down. I'm here, you're okay. Just try to breathe for me okay?" Yoongi speaks, trying his best to remain calm and keep his voice low. He has experienced them like this before and found out they don't hate being touched during attacks, and they told him the best way to handle this with them. He takes deep breaths, chest breathing excessively, hoping that way they're able to feel his chest raising and falling. And luckily they do.

After a while of mimicking his breathing and listening to his soothing voice they calm down enough to breathe properly. They stopped crying mostly, sniffling here and there.

"Are you okay?"

Y/N pulls away from Yoongi's embrace, looking kind of offended at the question. Their face tells him he shouldn't have asked that.

"No, of course I'm not fucking okay Yoongi!" They whisper-yell, knowing fully well that the other members are most likely asleep by now. The shake their head in disappointment and sigh, "thanks for helping, could you get out now? I'd like to go back to sleep." They dismissively wave towards the door and turn back to their bed, waiting for the sound of the door closing.

But it never comes.

They turn back to Yoongi, ready to scold him and say some more but are taken back when they really take him in. Huge and dark eyebags. Bloodshot eyes. He looks tired and sad. This isn't what they are used to with Yoongi. He used to look to lively and happy around them. And now it has changed. For both of them.

Before y/n can say something Yoongi speaks up. "I... im so sorry." He mumbles, keeping his voice soft and sad. He looks ashamed, probably feeling bad about this entire situation. But y/n doesn't have it, a simple sorry doesn't make up for the entire situation he put them through. "I don't care." Their voice is raspy and laced with spite. "You ignored me Yoongi! You deliberately avoided me and didn't even look at me. What did I do?" The question comes out as a whisper, tears once again welling up in their eyes. They hate it. They're not weak, not at all, but whenever they get frustrated they start to cry.

"What? No? Baby, you did nothing wrong! Please..." yoongi slips up, but y/n chooses to ignore the petname, deciding its not the right time to address it. "Then what happened, Yoongi? Why are you doing this. Did I do something? Do you not want to be around me anymore?" The tears once again fall, their voice cracking and their hands shaking. Their while demeanor of wanting to be strong while confronting him is falling and there's nothing they can do about it. "If I made you angry I'm so sorry. Do you hate me? Please im so so-"

"I like you."

The room falls silent.

"You what?" "I like you. I'm so sorry. I started to avoid you because I was hoping my feelings would face, but they didn't. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." Yoongi rambles, forcing himself to look in their eyes, but feeling the urge to look and maybe even walk away. But he forces himself to be strong, he doesn't get to walk away from this. Not when he caused it in the first place.

Y/N blinks as their mouth opens and closes several times, clearly trying to come up with a response. But they can't. They know they like him back, but they don't want to just forget all this and live happily ever after with thim. This isn't something you can easily move on from. "Yoongi, if you think I'll forgive you now because you l-" "no! You don't have to. I know I fucked up. And I know things won't be the same from now on. But after seeing you like this I realized what I was causing. So I figured you deserve the truth. Once again, im so sorry. I shouldn't have let it come to this."

Y/N nods and gives a weak tight lipped smile, nodding his was. "We won't be the same. But we'll try."

"Why would you give me a second chance so easily?" Yoongi gapes at them. Yes of course he's glad he's getting another chance, but he didn't expect this.

"Because I like you too. So I'm willing to try."

a request for male reader and jungkook. reader is 8th member of bangtan boys, and hes younger that jungkook, so he tends to go to him for everything (this is romantic btw) they are filming a run bts! episode (preferrably ep. 18) and maybe jin said something in the heat of competition and reader went to snitch to jungkook, they were scolded by jin and jungkook instantly gets up lol i think it would be so cute

Snitch

Y/N has always been a competitive guy, maybe that's why he and Jungkook attracted each other. During games he yells, make playful comments and is very close to swearing at his losses. Jungkook is more of a focused competitor, but competitive none the less. Jungkook and the boy are similar and opposite in all the right ways. Both the youngest of the group, but y/n just a bit younger than Jungkook. Both of them seem to he very skilled, like playing games and teasing the oldest.

Which is exactly what led to this moment.

"He said what?" Jungkook jumps up from his seat, eyes already focused on the door, wanting nothing more than to find his hyung.

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It happened during the filming op run bts, episode 17 and 18 to be specific. The famous arcade episodes. After playing the dancing and basketball games they moved on to the racing game. And y/n being the competitive guy he is wanted nothing more than to beat his hyungs. He won from Yoongi, which was a relatively calm race considering how verbal y/n usually gets. And then he had to go against Jin, which was actually really close and full of surprises. Just as it seemed Jin was having a lead y/n got ahead of him, but Jin switched those positions back very quickly. This happened quite a few times before y/n did end up winning with just a second.

As the boys were cheering and talking y/n heard Jin mutter something under his breath, a small smile apparent on his face though. So, nothing serious.

-

"It's fine Jungkook, he just lost the game and was probably still heated from the race. It's nothing bad." Y/N explains, hoping to keep his boyfriend from scolding the eldest, knowing fully well how protective Jungkook is over him.

He has been since forever, always the person y/n goes to for guidance and advice. And to Jungkook it's always been cute, and it led him to falling for the younger boy.

"But he shouldn't have said that! I mean, he can't say that to my boyfriend." He speaks loudly, his eyes getting a bit wider as his gaze fixes on y/n. It's clear his mind is set. "I should give him a piece of mind." And after a bit of thinking y/n agrees, realizing having Jungkook scold Jin might even be a funny sight. When the elder hears the okay he grabs y/n hand and drags him with him to where Jin is.

"Hyung, I think you should say sorry to y/n." Jungkook says, standing right in front of Jin, raising an eyebrow at the male on the couch. This causes Jin to look up at him and then cast his gaze towards the other boy, a frown on his face. "Did I do something?" Y/N's first reaction is to reassure the oldest and tell him its fine, but decides against it. He wants to see him this plays out. "You don't even remember being rude to him?" Jungkook's voice is laced in disbelief. Y/N feels the urge to laugh, loving how serious Jungkook makes it seem and that Jin seems to belief it as well. After a few seconds of Jin trying to realize what he did wrong Jungkook speaks up again. "Earlier, at the arcade. You said some mean stuff to y/n. He won and you were being a sore loser, now apologize." Jungkooks tone gets a big more aggressive and y/n wonders if he is actually taking this as serious as he makes it seem. Jin's mouth makes an o-shape and looks back at y/n with unsure eyes. "I didn't realize it was that bad. It was in the heat of the moment, excuse me. I'm sorry." His apologize comes out sincere and he slightly bows his head. Y/N chuckles at that and shakes his head, "it's fine, hyung."

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"Was I too harsh on him?" Jungkook asks the boy later that night. They're laying in bed, Jungkook on his back as y/n cuddles into him, head laying on his shoulder. Y/N hums lowly, planting a kiss on his boyfriends cheek. "Considering we were all playing games... maybe. But it was cute." Jungkook chuckles at that, circling his fingers on y/n's back. "I love you." This causes y/n's arms and legs to wrap around his boyfriend tighter, a warm and lazy smile taking over his features. "I love you too."

chapter index; better

after the passing of your mother, you find solace and happiness through your friendship with Park Jimin. Everyone can see the strong magnetic pull between the two of you, except, well, the two of you.

The friendship with Jimin became a lifeline, a connection to the normalcy that felt lost after your mother’s passing. However, once you see the sparks ignited, you have to learn how to grieve and to love whether or not your best friend stays in your life.

pairing | park jimin x reader

genre |  fluff, angst, slow burn short story

wordcount | 29,029

↳   1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 || 8 || 9 [completed]

a/n: i will admit that i wrote this when i was super young but i loved writing so excuse my attempts of being funny and cringe. 

don’t know if we can be friends || jjk

– summary: you fall in love with jeongguk, the boy who showed you the sun on a bleak, rainy day, but you weren’t sure if he wanted you. 

– genre: high school, best friends to strangers to lovers, post (friendship) break up au. fluff & angst – warning: mentions of drugs, drinking, lots of clichés, lots of pining, jeongguk acts like an idiot, small mention(s) of baseball and harry potter (which i do not own), attempts of being funny.

– word count: 15,068

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Hii^^ could you do a high school sweetheart scenario with namjoon ?

Hi! Eeeek my second request!! This is super cute, thank you for asking! I hope you like it :)

Namjoon scenario: High School Sweethearts

You and Namjoon were in your last year of high school, and you had been together since the start. Sure, you’d had arguments here and there like any other couple, but your relationship was as strong as it gets. You’d always go to school together, whether that be by bus, walking, etc, you’d be together. You’d always get lunch together, you had most of the same classes together and would sit together whenever you could, to be honest there was hardly a moment that you weren’t with him. He was indeed your high school sweetheart. One of your favourite things was when your smart boyfriend would help you with homework, specifically from subjects you didn’t like so much or struggled with, you loved seeing his impressive brain at work and it just gave you another reason to spend time with him. He’d take you on all sorts of dates, from simple walks in the park to whole days out at the funfair. People were always jealous of your relationship, and actually you felt incredibly lucky to be with who you thought was the sweetest guy on earth, and sometimes you might’ve doubted whether you even deserved him, but he always assured you that he loved you more than anyone. Some people would watch you walking through the corridors while holding hands and squeal, and your friends would try to plan your future wedding with him. You didn’t mind, because you honestly couldn’t see yourself ever being in a relationship with anyone other than Namjoon anyway. You remember the exact date he asked you to be his girlfriend and how he did it, I mean it’s hard not to remember. Cheesily, he asked you on Valentines Day by knocking on your door, holding your favourite flowers. You remember his nervous but excited expression, and how happy he was when you said yes, and how happy you were that he asked. You always think of that moment and smile.

Hii! You're the first blog I've found that writes for both B.A.P and BTS 💗 haha. May I please request a scenario of you dating Taehyung but Zelo being your first bias ever so you still have a soft spot for him (and Tae knows) and you meet him at an awards show and Tae gets insecure bc of how well you're getting along and you potentially liking Zelo more? Sorry if it's too specific lmao, and thank you! 💕

Hello! I enjoyed writing this, but I’m sorry that it’s late ): I’m excited about this since it’s my first B.A.P-related request xD Thanks for requesting, I hope you like it :)

V scenario: Insecure ft. B.A.P’s Zelo

You were in a cab, on your way to the Melon Music Awards, while your boyfriend, Kim Taehyung, was also on his way with his fellow members. BTS had been nominated for several categories, and you were going to show your support for the man you loved. During the journey, you were browsing online on your phone, since you were curious about the other nominees and who else would be at the awards show. To your surprise, you saw B.A.P nominated in one of the categories. Since they’re pretty underrated, you didn’t expect to see their name, but you were overjoyed nonetheless. You had always loved B.A.P, even before you had met Taehyung, you would listen to B.A.P’s music on repeat, and Zelo in particular was your first ever bias. Of course, Taehyung was the love of your life, but you just had such a soft spot for Zelo.

You arrived at the award show and met up with your boyfriend.

“Hey Y/N! I missed you.” Taehyung smiled and pulled you into a hug.

“Here’s the superstar! I’m so proud of you Tae.”

“Thanks Y/N.” He noticed the happy and excited expression on your face. You seemed more excited this time than you had at other awards shows you’d accompanied him to. “You seem really happy, did something good happen?”

“No? Oh! B.A.P were nominated for an award! Do you think they’ll be here?” You looked around in search for them.

“Oh haha you have always liked them haven’t you? Hopefully you’ll get to meet them tonight.”

“I hope so!”

You looked around all night, with no sign of them. That was, until they went up on stage having won an award.

You tapped on Taehyung’s arm, “Hey look it’s them!”

Taehyung noticed how excited you were. He couldn’t help but to feel a little insecure at how you seemed so happy just to be in B.A.P’s presence, compared to your reaction to BTS being nominated for so many awards, but he was pleased to see you this happy anyway.

The night was coming to an end as all of the winners had been announced. Some people were leaving, while some were staying to mingle. In the corner of your eye, you saw a tall figure, and turned to realise that it was Zelo.

“Wow, is that actually him? He’s so tall in real life!” You thought to yourself.

You glanced to Taehyung, who was busy talking with the other members, and decided not to interrupt his conversation to say anything, before approaching Zelo.

“Zelo?” You looked up at him.

“Huh? Oh hi.”

“OH MY-” You almost screamed. “I’m actually talking to him!! Okay come on Y/N, calm down.” You thought. “Uh, I mean, sorry to bother you! I just wanted to tell you that I’m a massive fan.”

“Really? It’s nice to meet you!” He smiled down at you.

The two of you got talking. You actually had a lot in common, and it was a pleasant conversation filled with laughter. Most of the laughing was from you though, who was still slighting in disbelief that you were talking to your first bias, as you tried to laugh of the nervousness.

“So who did you come here with?” He questioned.

“Oh, I came with BTS’ Tae-” You were interrupted as Taehyung approached.

“Hey Y/N, you finally met him? I saw that you were having a good time.” He wrapped one arm around you.

“Yeah! Zelo is super friendly.”

“Aha that’s good.” He shook Zelo’s hand, saying “Nice to meet you”. He then turned back to you, “We should probably get going. It’s late now.”

You checked the time on your phone. “Oh it is late! I had fun talking to you Zelo, but I should go now.”

“I had fun too, see you another time!” Zelo responded.

You squealed slightly at him saying that as you and Taehyung walked away. You were going back to the dorm with Taehyung, but during the cab ride he was more quiet than usual.

“You feeling okay Tae?”

“Yeah. Well no… You liked Zelo a lot, huh?”

“Of course! He was my first bias.”

“Yeah I know. You don’t like him more than me do you?” Taehyung had a sad puppy-like expression.

“What? I don’t! I love you! You’re my boyfriend after all.”

The cab stopped and the two of you got out.

“Promise?” He looked down to you and you held his hands.

“Yes, you have nothing to worry about.” You reassured him as you placed a kiss on his nose.

“Good.” He smiled, pleased and relieved from your response.

“There’s that boxy smile I love!” You giggled as the two of you entered the building.

pottery date | myg

summary. you never expected to find pottery so difficult, so it's a good thing that your boyfriend is right there, ready to help guide you with his gentle hands.

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pairing: yoongi x f!reader

genre: established relationship au, fluff

word count: 1.1k

content: yoongi and oc goes on a pottery date / yoongi helps oc with pottery / yoongi realises how much he loves oc 🤧

warnings: they’re both very much in love, thats all 😭

a/n: this was inspired by a random tiktok. i have no idea how pottery works so i apologise if any of this is inaccurate. this ended up being shorter than my usual drabbles lol. feedback, likes, reblogs, comments and asks are all greatly appreciated!! i hope you enjoyy <33

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Pottery is a lot harder than people make it out to be.

You were convinced you’d be a natural at this. After all, how hard could it be to mould some clay into a simple bowl or vase? But now, as you sit at the pottery wheel with a lopsided, uncooperative lump of clay before you, the task seems almost Herculean.

The pottery studio was a hidden gem, tucked away on a quiet street. It was a warm, relaxing place filled with the earthy smell of clay and the constant hum of pottery wheels. This place was Yoongi's idea, after revealing that he had been attending classes for the past month and had completely forgotten to tell you. You had been annoyed with him at first, but your mood instantly changed when he invited you to attend a couple’s class with him.

Now you understand why he had such a smug smile on his face when he suggested it.

You glance over at Yoongi, who sits beside your wheel. His eyes are focused, his long fingers carefully shaping the clay into a perfect cylinder. He wears a simple beige top and dark jeans under an apron tied loosely around his waist. His grown-out hair falls across his eyes in small waves, but he doesn’t seem to notice.

“How are you so good at this?” you ask. He looks up, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“I’m just lucky,” he says with a small shrug. "I've also attended more classes than you, so."

"Yeah, which is totally unfair."

Yoongi chuckles. “Want some help?”

You sigh, glancing down at your creation. “Please. This thing looks like it belongs in a horror movie.”

He chuckles, wiping his hands on a damp towel before approaching your wheel. “Alright, let’s see what we can do.”

He pulls his stool closer to you and wraps his arms around yours. Your fingers intertwine on the clay, and his breath fans across the side of your face. His touch is warm and reassuring, his presence somehow making the task seem less daunting. He shifts your fingers slightly, guiding your movements with gentle precision.

“Okay, press down a little more here,” he instructs, his voice low and soothing. “And use your other hand to steady it. See? It’s all about balance.”

You follow his guidance, feeling the clay start to yield under your touch, smoothing into a proper shape. The wheel hums softly beneath your feet as you find a rhythm, the clay cool and malleable against your palms.

“There you go,” he murmurs, his breath tickling your ear. “You’ve got it.”

You relax into his embrace and Yoongi rests his chin on your shoulder. The pleasant, citrusy scent of his perfume overtakes your senses, and for a moment, everything else seems to fade away.

It’s just the two of you, your head resting against his shoulder as you let him control most of your moves. You can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against your back and his calloused hands that gently move over yours as you mould the clay together.

“You make it look so easy,” you say, glancing sideways at him. His focus is intent, but there’s a gentle smile on his lips. You ignore the urge to place a peck on the mole that lies just beside his nose.

“It’s all about having the right teacher,” he replies, and you playfully roll your eyes.

Yoongi leans back slightly, letting you take control. You can feel his watchful eyes on you, his presence a comforting weight at your side. He remains close, offering guidance with small nudges or murmured suggestions when you falter.

Occasionally, he whispers words of praise and encouragement in that stupidly attractive voice of his and smirks to himself when he notices the flush on your skin.

As the minutes pass, you find yourself becoming more comfortable, the awkwardness melting away. The clay responds to your touch, smoothing into an even form that vaguely resembles a bowl. It’s far from perfect, of course, but it’s yours.

“Look at that,” Yoongi says, admiration in his voice. “You’re a natural.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Hardly. But it’s better than what I started with, thanks to you.”

“We make a good team,” he says with a grin, that gummy smile lighting up his face.

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Before leaving, you drag Yoongi along to the pale, wooden shelves that line the walls, displaying an array of colourful mugs and vases with unique shapes and intricate designs. You inspect them all in awe, marvelling at the ones you find pretty and keeping them in mind as inspiration for your next piece.

A small mug catches your eye. It’s coloured in a light shade of cream, with baby pink bows painted across the exterior.

“Would it be taking inspo if I just copy this design?”

Yoongi chuckles softly, stepping closer to you to take a closer look at the mug himself. “Mhm, probably.”

You let out a disappointed sigh. “It’s so pretty though.”

He watches you stare at the mug like it holds the answers to the universe, unable to help the smile that draws across his face. The butterflies in his stomach flutter around at the sight of you looking so fondly at something so mundane.

The urge to kiss you is suddenly overwhelming. He’s so close to you that he can see the few moles dotted across your face and neck, and the faint pigment of your favourite lip gloss shining on your parted lips. In fact, he’s so close that it would take little to no effort to press his mouth to yours.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he squeezes your hand for a few seconds—a secret message that you originally came up with after sensing his hesitance to PDA.

I love you.

The action pulls your gaze from the mug to Yoongi’s face, eyes slightly wide with surprise but clouded with affection, lips curling from a smile into a grin as you mimic the action.

It’s stupid how you still manage to make him feel like this after all these years of dating. He’s embarrassed by the faint warmth that envelops his cheeks, but he can’t seem to take his eyes off of you.

God, he just fell in love with you all over again.

damnn Jiminnn a little cheater 😩

one time thing; 02 | pjm

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜; What are you going to do when your best friend asks you to have a sex with her boyfriend?

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: strong language, mature content

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𝚖.𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 / 𝚔𝚘-𝚏𝚒

© 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐 (𝒏𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅)

Saying things got awkward is understandable. As much as you assured Mina that everything’s fine. It’s been two weeks since your last encounter with Jimin and you haven’t seen him since. You’ve been avoiding him — even it wasn’t like he was looking for you. You still had your art class together but you always stuffed your face with books or looked straight ahead of you, not bothering to look sideways in case he was there. Humiliation was making its way out as soon as you left Jimin’s place. The fact that you did something like this made you feel so humiliated. The worst thing about it is you liked it. You liked Jimin’s skin on yours and you couldn’t stop thinking about it. You felt sick to your stomach feeling like you’ve betrayed your best friend. The best thing you could do was avoiding not only to Jimin, but Mina as well. She texted you later in the night asking how it went. What did she want to hear?

Yeah, our sex went absolutely amazing and I loved every second of it.

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damn she kinda was harsh at the end :(

one time thing; 03 | pjm

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜; What are you going to do when your best friend asks you to have a sex with her boyfriend?

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: strong language

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𝚖.𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 / 𝚔𝚘-𝚏𝚒

© 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐 (𝒏𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅)

You shouldn’t have done it. You should’ve helped your best friend and slept with her boyfriend. It sounds so ridiculous. How could you’ve been so stupid? You naively thought everything would turn back to normal. Like nothing ever happened and you could’ve looked into your best friend’s eyes without any guilt. But deep down, you know it’s not a guilt from the first time you’ve had sex with Jimin. The guilt is there because you allowed him to touch you again, without Mina’s contest. And you loved it. Until the moment you remembered who Jimin really is. He isn’t single. He’s taken by your best friend. To say this is your biggest mistake you’ve ever done is understatement. You should’ve have never agree to her proposal. If you haven’t done it, he wouldn’t awake some weird feelings inside of you.

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✨Another Chance✨

↣ ceo/singledad! yoongi x kindergarten-teacher! y/n au

↣ summery: Yoongi is a singledad who has devoted his whole life to his business and his daughter Sana. What happens when Sanas kindergarten closes and he has to in-role her into a new one? There he meets Y/n a young, sweet kindergarten teacher who Sana adores. Will he be able to give love another chance?

↣ part 3: juicy and thicc

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✨Another Chance✨

↣ ceo/singledad! yoongi x kindergarten-teacher! y/n au

↣ summery: Yoongi is a singledad who has devoted his whole life to his business and his daughter Sana. What happens when Sanas kindergarten closes and he has to in-role her into a new one? There he meets Y/n a young, sweet kindergarten teacher who Sana adores. Will he be able to give love another chance?

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may the stars watch over you | kth (m) (teaser)

You were eight when you received a dragon mark. You were eight when you and your dragon were taken to the king's palace. Every year, out of fear of being threatened by the immense power dragon riders could possess, the king kills one dragon rider with their dragon. This year, you know it is your turn to die. However, after witnessing the killing of your dragon, you are abducted before you can die, too. After you wake up in the capital of the Elven kingdom, you realize you are alone without the only constant in your life - your dragon. Swept away by the feelings of loss, loneliness, and revenge, you seek the help of mysterious Elven prince Taehyung, who also needs something from you. 

◇ pairing: elven prince taehyung x dragon rider oc (female)  ◇ genre: dark fantasy (inspired by eragon by paolini), angst, smut ◇ warnings: mentions of death, sad feelings, mentions of war and battle, violence, sexual content, warnings will be more specified later on ◇ words: 434 words for the teaser ◇ publishing date: tba 

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When your eyes meet, you realize that in front of you kneels an elf, pointed ears slightly hidden behind the dark curly hair that falls into his piercing eyes that are unreadable. As you reach for his hand, looking for a tether that will ground you as your body shakes, you don't really care if he's an enemy desiring to have your blood on his sword or just someone who will use you as many others did before. He tentatively takes your hand in his larger ones. 

"I-I can't... breathe," you cry out, shaking. At this point, you aren't even crying, only heaving for breath, and the silence in your mind is deafening. He looks at you mercilessly, his eyes are devoid of any emotion, and his cold hands send chills down your spine. He watches you struggle for a long time before he puts his cold hands on your lips instead and murmurs something in Ancient Language that you cannot comprehend through the loud white noise in your mind.

Immediately, you feel his magic filling your body as a feeling of peacefulness floods your system slowly but surely. You attempt to talk again, but he keeps his fingers firm on your lips, signaling you to remain quiet, and you defeatedly obey. Your mind is still screaming loudly, but you know he's making sure the panic leaves your body, so you stop shaking. Slowly, your breath evens out as you gaze into his dark eyes, but your tears keep falling - silently now. 

Once you calm down, he lifts his hands from your body immediately. When he looks into your eyes again, you see emotions flicker in his gaze for the first time. Sorrow, pain, loss, and then nothing, just dark abyss again. 

"Please," you whisper quietly. You don't know what you're begging for. Please tell me my dragon is alive. Please slit my throat with your finest dagger if my dragon is dead. Please. 

He gulps slowly, Adam's apple bobbing up and down. He locks his gaze with yours. Your eyes fill with tears again, and even if you feel his magic easing into you again, trying to take your pain away, this time, it doesn't help. 

"Your dragon is dead, dragon rider," he whispers to you.