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All Wound Up - Masterlist | OT7

Pairing: OT7 x Reader (each chapter has specific pairings)

Genre:  smut, porn with the barest of plots, strangers to lovers, Rock Star!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Series Warnings: just smut, pure filth, each chapter will have specific smut warnings

Word Count: 17k so far

Disclaimer: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: As the owner of body jewelry shop Dark & Wild, you're given the opportunity to drape the hottest rock stars around, Dead Leaves, in your custom chains. You can't wait to get your hands all over them.

A/N: Inspired by the body harnesses worn by the vocal line at Permission to Dance On Stage. Easily the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written. I’m sorry or you’re welcome, take your pick.

Tighter - Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook

Jungkook and Taehyung help you unwind.

Harder - Seokjin x Reader x Jimin

It’s Jin and Jimin’s turn for their body chain fittings. Will you finish the job and go home, or will this turn into another unforgettable night?

Deeper - Yoongi x Reader x Namjoon ft Hoseok

Your hard work has earned you a private audience with the band's manager, Yoongi, and his right-hand man Namjoon, at their latest concert. Might as well bring your bff Hoseok with you for what promises to be a show to remember.

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‘RELAX BABY’- Jung Hoseok

Inspired by the best: @sxtaep ‘guide me’ <3

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Genre: smut

Pairing: softdom!friend!Hoseok X sub!virgin!afab!Reader

Summary: after your friend Hoseok learns that you never had sex nor fingered, he decides to help you…

Word count: ~1,6k

Warnings/tags: softdom!hoseok, sub!reader, ONLY fingering, sex talk, cum eating (m eating, no oral sex), first time, clothed sex, fbw, slight fluff at the beginning if you squint, goodgirl!reader, maybe a pt 2 one day.

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You and Hoseok know each other for few years now, you both talked about every topic possible…except one. Sex.

He didn’t have any problem talking about it, he even tried initiating discussing it, but you always changed the subject. 

The reason is simple: you’re a virgin. 

You do have knowledge but it’s not like you had experience, and if you started talking about sex he’d guess in a second that you’re a virgin and that’s the last thing you want. How embarrassing would it be if he learns, THE expert in sex that had more experience than anyone else, that his now very close friend is a virgin? He already taught you so many things just thanks to him telling you his adventures. You didn’t want to think about it. 

You weren’t jealous… you did have plenty of opportunities, but you were scared.

Right now it’s around 9pm, Hoseok stayed at your house the whole day and was probably also going to stay the night. He’s playing on your PS4 and talking to you at the same time. He was telling you everything about a night he had few days ago and your reaction brought suspicions to you. 

‘It’s crazy how much she was shaking, never seen this’

He cockily said

‘She was shaking? Why’

You asked… innocently

‘What do you mean why? Your ex didn’t please you well enough?’

He laughed

‘Maybe she was just cold’

‘Love do you have any idea of what you’re talking about right now? She was shaking because of the pleasure I gave her, she started right before cumming and never stopped since lol.‘

And he didn’t stop trapping you until he finally realized, you never had sex. Never felt anything inside of you. Clit play was ‘enough’ for you. You never told him you had sex, he just deduced this since you had an ex. But now that the secret is out, you just had to tell him the whole truth.

‘C’mon baby, you know that I won’t judge you. I’m not like that, tell me everything, what’s wrong?’

He gently asked putting down his controller and looking at you softly.

‘Well… actually, I never had sex, I was always too scared to put anything inside of me.’

‘You never ever masturbated?!’

He asked again with a shocked expression

‘I did but I only played with my clit. I never felt confident and secure enough to put fingers or dildos in me, even though trust me, I tried.’

You blushed from shyness

‘Aww how cute. You never felt confident or secure enough to do it. But don’t you feel secure and comfortable with me?’

‘I do. So?’

Was he really about to ask you to masturbate right now? Was that what he meant?

‘So why aren’t you doing it right now?’

Your face drops. You knew what he was talking about.

‘Doing what?’

You asked to make sure what he really meant.

‘Masturbating! Why aren’t you touching yourself in front of me when I’m here? You can try anything with me, I’ll help you. And I’ll help you finger yourself, and even put a dick in if you deserve it.’

Now that he said it… There’s no way he meant something else. You think a few seconds: masturbate in front of him? He’ll help you? And what if maybe… that wasn’t much of a bad idea?

‘Well you know what? Maybe I’d appreciate your help, but just to let you know. I’m shy.’

‘Don’t worry babygirl, and to let you know, I’ve never helped anyone masturbate or whatever, so not only this is special because of you, but also because I’ve never done this. I’ll try my best to be caring and slow. A different me.’

He says as he sits down next to you and looks at you for a little moment. He decides to ask you one more time for your consent, you accept, and he puts on some slow and chill playlist.

He turns off a bit more the lights and lays down beside you, he asks you to open your legs and you do.

You were wearing a skirt with little panties under so it was perfect for him. ‘Great, he won’t see everything’ you told yourself, shy and scared of what he could think at the view of your clothless cunt. He puts a pillow under your neck so that you could rest comfortably and finally slides his long, skinny fingers on your tummy. Tracing on it as he gives you butterflies and slowly going towards the elastic of your skirt, but instead of passing under it as he was about to, he thinks about it twice and decides to pass them pretty fingers on top of the skirt, slowly arriving to your pussy that’s already started to get wet.

His husky voice whispering sweet nothing in your ears, his eyes examining your body language and facial expressions. His nice, masculine and fresh scent too, and even better, from a perfume you bought for him. He was slowly turning you on.

Eventually, his fingers arrived at your cunt first and steadily started rubbing it in circle movements. You knew how good clipper play feels, but when someone else is doing it and they’re good at it, it’s more than heavenly. You feel yourself heating up a bit and start to breathe irregularly.

‘I’m only getting started, don’t think that this will end without my fingers in you.’

He warned. You whimpered as he started to go faster, changing the movements and pressing kisses on your neck and close to your lips. He went ‘mhh?’ after you moaned or whimpered. He was such a tease.

After slowly increasing the movements of his fingers on your clit, he finally reached your entrance. Gathering your wetness and spreading it around your tight hole making sure to either not touch you with his nails, or gently and carefully tickle it. After going around it for a little moment, he couldn’t wait anymore and pushed one of his fingers inside. You moan at the sudden move and new sensation. It never felt good when you did it, but somehow, he made it easy and pleasurable.

‘Relax baby, let me do the work. Just close your eyes and enjoy.’

Your body automatically relaxes and a wave a pleasure comes to your brain. Your walls giving him more space for his finger to fuck. He caresses, gets in and out, makes you even wetter and makes you moan. No matter how hard you tried to close your legs, he’d push them back open hands down. And when you were already starting to get close, you started begging him for another finger.

‘Plea-please Hoseok~! Another one! I need-uh I need more!’

You kept on getting closer, your walls getting tighter and tighter.

‘You deserve it, don’t you? Ohh aren’t you my good girl?’

He teased. He’d love to hear you say that you’re his little good girl.

‘Yes! I’m your good girl~ only yours!’

You were under his complete influence, but you didn’t care, it was way more than worth it.

He stops a few seconds and slowly slides his other finger in, and starts to go faster again. His fingers going in and out of you at a perfect pace, him looking deep in your eyes and kissing your jaw, the moans, screams and wet slapping sounds resonating in the bedroom are slowly making you crazy. You feel yourself being on the edge as he curses under his breath for the unbelievable feeling, of his fingers being in a hole that’s getting tighter every second. 

He’d fuck you for hours, you were too good to be true, too good to be a virgin. He knew something was blocking you when you were always avoiding the sex topic, and he was happy to be the one helping you. To be honest, he didn’t want anyone else to have you. He wanted you for himself, and himself only. Well maybe… he’d let Jimin hit it too, while Hoseok’s watching or helping. Could be fun. But for the moment, all he had to do was to give you a good first impression of sex and masturbation, and for the moment, everything was going well. Fucking you was one of his sexual fantasy. To him, you’re different from everyone else, but you don’t know that yet…

When you feel like you’re about to cum, your body takes over you. You roll your eyes back before shutting them down, open wide your mouth and start to shake. Your body starts heating up and Hoseok goes the fastest and roughest possible for you like you were used to it. You finally reach your highest and release your semen all over his fingers. You’re shaking uncontrollably and cumming for a good minute. That was the strongest orgasm you ever had. You felt yourself so weak as you finally relaxed your body once again. You feel his breath on your neck.

He gently pulls out his fingers covered in cum off of you and brings them closer to him. You wonder what’s his next move but before you could ask he shoves them into his open mouth. Twirling his tongue around them and tasting your tasty seed. He closes his eyes as he pulls them out.

‘You okay?’

He asked, smirking.

‘Yeah… I’m alright’

Now you know why she was shaking…

‘Maybe I should've eaten you out, or wait and use my cock instead. But we can do this another time, you seem ready for it, even though no one really is.’

He smiles, takes your hand and gets you up. Then he puts his hands under your thighs and easily lifts you up.

‘Let’s go to the bathroom, we can either shower, or continue what we just started. Your choice, miss.’

He said while caressing your smooth thigh.

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another member is in love with you.txt

━ type: bts x gn! reader   ━ masterlist

━ about: angst, a few hurt/comfort elements; this somehow wound up being about the bond between boys as much as the x reader part

━  pictures taken from Pinterest

━  c/w: depiction of throwing up in Jimin’s part

NAMJOON | “Since when did you switch to another movie?”

Though the haze with which he’d come home with had not disappeared entirely, it did lessen. However, with this sentence being the first and only thing he’d spoken to you the entire day…well, you couldn’t help but be just a tad ornery.

“Welcome back to the world of the living,” you jeer. “We do hope you enjoy your stay here.”

But something is undeniably wrong and it’s not the silence or the faraway gleam of his expression that gives it away but rather the absolute lack of reaction. His hand still monotonously brushes up against your leg that sits perched up in his lap but he’s simply not here.

“Joon,” you call out, a stern new tone lilting your voice. It stirs him enough to break whatever trance he self-imposed and lifting his head, Namjoon blearily blinks up like one would after a long nap.

“What’s with you?”

“What do you think of Yoongi?”

Sitting half-turned on the sofa with a distinct wrinkle of an oncoming frown, he awaits your answer. One you don’t know.

“Yoongi?” you parrot, all of a sudden being the confused one. “What…what does Yoongi have to do with anything?”

“Like are you two close?”

A beat of silence drags on as you stare at each other. It is frustrating being asked something you did not understand and yet even more so looking into Namjoon’s eyes and having no idea what is it that’s sitting behind them.

“Uh…not really?” at last you cautiously reply. “He texts me something funny every now and then but that’s it.”

“What kind of ‘something funny’?”

The room tumbles into another bout of silence. Slowly you tuck your legs away and though his fingers clutch repeatedly around the emptied air as if the sudden domestic absence has hurt him, the tone of his voice is just too damn imperial for you to care.

“Memes, cat videos,” unwittingly, a part of you — not so agreeable part — breaks free and arching an equally damning eyebrow, you goad him on: “Why? You want to have a look?”

He thinks of it, he genuinely weighs it over, you could see it in the way his pupils dart to the side, half-calculating, half-ashamed of the possibility. By the time that he wistfully utters: “no, there’s no need” it is too late. The tranquil peace of a quiet evening has thoroughly evaporated — what lingers in the air now is terse and partly hidden.

You may not know Yoongi but Namjoon knows Yoongi and he knows that there is something soft that quirks his lips at the mere mention of your name. That the way his gaze follows you around is just a touch too tender. Safe to say, it all goes unspoken — it is Yoongi after all — and Namjoon doesn’t know whether it’s for the better or worse. There is a certain kind of cathartic appeal to just shouting things aloud, consequences be damned, but as it stands, for now at least, everything is quiet and nothing is resolved.

Still, Yoongi doesn’t bother you — shouldn’t that be enough? He has the freedom to feel how he feels, just not the right to act upon it. And the fact is that it wasn’t Yoongi per se that was ruining his relationship right now; Namjoon was doing it quite well all by himself.

Peeking at you from the corner of the eye, he finds you sitting blue. Blue as in bathed in the blue light of the working TV although you do appear quite sad — all shrunken away into the corner, staring at the screen but not seeing anything.

You’ve had a fight.

He just started a fight.

Drawing a curt sigh, Namjoon inches himself a bit closer, acutely monitoring every last bit of you, down to the microexpressions. The slightly stretched out bottom lip, the tightly wound arms around your stomach, just the slight, almost imperceptible crease in between your eyebrows — yes, most certainly, you’ve just had a fight.

Still despite Namjoon moving ever so closer, slyly crawling back into your good graces both metaphorically and physically, you don’t make a move to deny him or cuss him out. In fact, you don’t make any move and once again he doesn’t know if that’s for the better or worse.

“I’m sorry,” he says and it’s earnest — you both know it is. You may not know that he’s saying sorry for more than just this but that too is earnest. “I don’t want us to fight.”

“Then don’t start no fights,” spitefully, you bite back but if your non-reaction was anything to go by as Namjoon places a palm on your knee, he will be forgiven.

YOONGI | Well, I should count my blessings it wasn’t Jungkook. Chiefly, that’s the first thought that pops into his head when on a random Tuesday in the most random of practice rooms, he sees the contact picture saved as Jimin’s phone lights up. Yoongi knows that picture, he took that picture. Which of course prompts the question how did Jimin get his hands on it because last time anyone checked you were Yoongi’s partner and not anyone else’s.

Sliding to unlock the call, he’s hoping like never before that it won’t about to change.

“Yes?”

“Yoongi?” instantly, you wonder. “Where’s Jimin?”

“Don’t know. Why do you—” fuck, his voice cracked. “Why do you want him? I mean, talk to him?”

“I don’t even know myself, dude,” loudly, you complain. “He called me some time ago, saying there’s something uber important to talk about and now I can’t get a hold of him anymore.”

Just then when Yoongi’s heart is about to free fall right to the bottom of his stomach, the doors to this very random practice room open and because life has a cruel and twisted sense of irony, it’s Jimin who steps through. Lately, he’s been looking haggard and it had been an unspoken agreement between the boys that his problems laid with album production but now, in one hand holding the love of his life and in the other what probably was his brother’s heart yearning for one he couldn’t have, Yoongi wonders whether it’s you whose keeping Jimin up at night with guilt. You and the smiling picture he definitely shouldn't have.

For a moment they simply stare at each other, without speaking a word. Like a clash of two worlds, the collective breath has been knocked out of the room and not even the clock pinned to the wall can cut through the sheer volume of silence.

At last, Yoongi gathers himself and stretching out the phone, he makes sure that his tone is nothing but utterly monotone.

“It’s ______________.”

Jimin grows deathly pale. His widened eyes jump from the phone in Yoongi's hands to Yoongi himself and like a deer in headlights, he keeps standing still. If his dry lips part to mutter something, no sound leaves him. The only thing he can muster is an awkward incline to indicate some kind of bow. Yoongi cards him back the phone, pretending he can’t hear your voice repeatedly questioning “hello?” on the other line and quickly steps out of the room.

It takes him three more hours than usual to get home. By that time you’re soundly asleep, clutching at the shirt Yoongi had so carelessly discarded on the bed this very morning. He quite earnestly wishes to go back to that moment, call in sick and not let either of you move out of the bed.

Despite him most definitely not wanting to, the smile creeping on his face is by now an instinctual. You could make him beam like a spring sunshine by just waking up. He loves you he knows that. He loves Jimin and Jimin as it turns out loves you. The question is of course — do you love Jimin as well?

Maybe he could…share?

“No, no,” Yoongi shakes his head, muttering to himself in the pale yellow light of the nightlamp. “What the fuck am I even thinking?”

How would that work? He gets you from Monday to Thursday only to then card you over to Jimin for the remaining week?

Glimpsing at you slumbering, half-nestled underneath the duvet, he can’t help but shudder. If you would ever learn what he just thought, it wouldn’t matter whether you love Jimin or not, because sure as hell Yoongi wouldn’t be alive to learn that fact.

Safe to say, he doesn’t get a wink of sleep.

As Yoongi tiredly observes you getting ready, there is an aggravating, oozing cut on his heart and every single action of yours pokes a big salted thumb right in its middle. Did you made your hair with the same level of precision when you went on a date with him? Did you dig through numerous outfits as desperately for him, trying, no, feeling the need to look good?

By the time, you’re done, he’s sitting on the bed, bleeding dry. Still, there are some things to consider — you were getting ready in his bedroom, it was his shirt you were pulling over your head and it was his initials hanging on a dainty chain down your neck.

… as it turns out, a drunken second date could lead to many things, be it a custom jewelry or a tattoo of someone’s name on their back or…left butt cheek, to be more precise.

You had a history together and he could only hope that it meant something to you.

“I’m going to meet up with—”

“Jimin after work.”

You swerve to gander at him, frowning as you do so but Yoongi doesn’t explain how he knows you will. Only wishes a succinct “don’t be out too late” and lets you out of his grasp.

It wasn’t like him to chain anyone down and you wouldn’t love him if he did. This is one of those things he just has to trust you with and maybe in time, he’ll learn to trust Jimin again.

True to your promise, when the clock strikes six you’re not at home like you usually would be. At first seven passes, then eight, then nine. Yoongi still gives you the benefit of the doubt. But when the clock starts crawling half past eleven, his knee cannot stop bouncing and his mouth cannot stop gnawing on his own nails. However, just when he no longer can stand the veritable avalanche of anxiety bucking him under, you drag yourself through the door. All complaints and accusations swiftly evaporate from the tip of his tongue as Yoongi takes in just how dead you appear. Your expression is permanently frozen in a state of hurt confusion so much so that when Yoongi slides the jacket over your shoulders, you don’t seem to notice his presence.

It’s only around one in the morning, when staring at a steaming mug of warm tea, you dare to whisper the revelation Yoongi already knows.

“Jimin said he’s in love with me.”

“I know.”

He cringes as the hurt in your eyes now finds him. Sweet heaven, how could Jimin ever do this.

“You knew?” incredulously, you question. “You knew and you didn’t bother to tell me?”

“It was not my secret to tell,” firmly, he replies. “And you know that.”

“But you don’t know how he looked!” you continue, steadily working yourself up to an angered hiss. “He said he loves me and hates himself for it. The last thing he wants to do is to hurt you. You know he thinks of you like a brother.”

Dragging a tired palm over his face, Yoongi whispers that he does know that.

“Anyway, Jimin told me that he has no intention of butting in our relationship,” you conclude numbly and while Yoongi is happy to hear it, the same delight is overshadowed by worry. Was Jimin drinking? Was he somewhere unsafe in Seoul right now?

Seemingly being able to read his mind, you answer before the question is even poised.

“I made sure Jungkook picks him up and looks after him,” you sigh, pushing the mug away. It was completely full. “He wanted to apologize to you for doing this.”

“Via you?”

You sigh once more and somehow it’s even heavier.

“I don’t think that he can bear to look at you right now.”

Yoongi’s gaze darts to sit on the edge of the kitchen table, it lays there dull and lifeless up until you reach to gently wrap a hand around his palm.

“We’ll be okay,” you reassure him with a smile far too meagre to be convincing. “All of us will be okay. In time.”

It takes approximately a week for Yoongi to run into Jimin. They cross each other's paths in a hallway next to the exit doors. What sparse conversation they share is gone as soon as it starts. Yoongi takes in the exhausted, heartbroken look that seems to devour Jimin whole and all he manages to wrangle out is an understanding “I’m sorry” spoken at a distance.

Jimin gives him a tight-lipped smile and a nod, before putting back his headphones and stalking out into the rain soaked street with a downward gaze.

Yoongi hopes that it will be, as you said, all okay in due time.

SEOKJIN | Hoseok’s entry level of amusement had always been on the floor. Thus seeing him nearly double over in a peel of roaring laughter is not by any means an unusual sight. But...

Jin’s gaze slides over to you, standing next to a positively beaming Hoseok. You were funny, Hoseok liked funny.

And he also liked you.

Which wouldn’t be a problem if not for the tiny fact that you and Jin already have matching bands around your fingers and that you are in fact undeniably, irrevocably the love of his life.

So…there’s that.

Though sitting back and simply observing feels somehow wrong, what else is he supposed to do? Going over there and punching Hoseok in the teeth is not only something he would not usually do but also, in Jin’s mind, it wasn’t even close to being productive — so what else is there?

And yes maybe it does irk him.

“Gosh, it looks like a painting,” you sigh contently, gazing over the rolling grass and clumps of disorganised mountains in the background.

“I know, a real masterpiece,” Hoseok agrees but his heart-shaped gaze is not found on said clumps of mountains or the tufts of white clouds rolling above. It's firmly planted on you and so it has been for quite some time.

Yes, it does irk him, knowing that his brother, practically flesh and blood in all the accounts that it mattered, would betray him but even so the last thing Jin wants is to tell you. There was no doubt about it — the knowledge would break your heart.

At first, you’d blame yourself, concocting in your mind that somehow this was solely just your doing and that should any fight occur it’d be you who’d spark it and then you’d cut ties with Hoseok completely. Whatever the case may be of his feelings, Hoseok was the first one who accepted you, who welcomed you into their midst as Jin’s partner with no suspicions or walls of guarded behaviour. He’d become your ride and die and frankly, very, very frankly, Jin was just as worried whether Hoseok would survive such sudden separation.

He can’t not care for his friend and as messy as it is, his friend’s wellbeing now partially hinged on his partner’s smile.

What a shit fest.

Jin is fairly certain Hoseok will not attempt anything. The sense of shame broiling within him is so apparent that more than once someone else had caught Jin by the elbow, wondering whether they have had a fight.

They haven’t, monotonously, he replies each and every time, but he doesn’t insist it’s all good either.

Regardless, the fact is he hasn’t spoken with Hoseok for…quite some time. His contact number has traversed from the usual "recently dialled" to possibly being outdated.

“Hey, you’re not sick, are you?” the sound of your worried voice at last rouses Jin from the literal plague of thoughts buzzing around. For good measure, you put your palm on his forehead, trying to gauge the temperature.

Jin wrangles it away, for a moment considering whether to kiss it. Hoseok is looking.

He chooses to hold your hand instead, his finger lingering on the promise ring.

“I’m okay, don’t worry.”

“You’ve just been really quiet ever since we got here.”

“I’m overwhelmed by the sheer amount of struggles you have to go through.”

Your brow wrinkles and you gaze down on Jin whose been slowly or not so slowly sipping his whiskey by the fire pit.

“Struggles?” you echoe confused and Jin gives a sage nod.

“I’m already so beautiful every single moment but out here — in our forest get together… I can’t even imagine how you cope. I must be absolutely enthralling.”

There’s a solid minute of absolute silence before you enrupt in fond laughter.

“Don’t ever change, Jin.”

He tries to mimic your grin but it falls a touch too flat so instead his eye travels towards the onlooking Hoseok. Both hold each other’s stare before quickly turning away.

“I definitely won’t,” absent-mindedly, Jin mumbles under the nose.

HOSEOK | It just had to be Namjoon.

“Well, at least it’s not Jungkook,” Namjoon breathes a demure laugh.

If Hoseok had any heart to pummel him through the ground, he would.

“Motherfucker, really?!”

“I’m sorry.”

It truly was a curse to see someone as human. Because no matter how mad Hoseok was at Namjoon, he could not rid himself of a kid's image in this man. A kid who always was beside him. A kid with all the big dreams and all the wrong approaches to those dreams. Still, Namjoon had a kind heart and there was no one more dedicated to fixing their wrongs than him. Hoseok presumes it was this same dedication that had brought his best friend to his doorstep with a bottle of whiskey in hand and a great big apology tumbling like vomit out of his mouth.

“They just called me to help arrange your birthday present. I promise it wasn’t any more than that.”

For what seems like the hundredth time, Namjoon rushes to explain, wearing not to subtle glimmer of delirium in his eye.

“We met up for a coffee,” Hoseok’s eyebrow twitches and though he could have sworn it was impossible, Namjoon grows a touch paler from fear. “And we only discussed you and I left the second I could!”

“So my partner called up my best friend whose actually in love with them to discuss the plans for my birthday. Me, their partner who knows that his best friend is in love with said partner.”

All Namjoon can really do is apologetically rub the back of his neck all while trying (and failing) to inconscpicously inch closer towards the doors.

“It’s messed up, I know.”

“It’s more than a little messed up, Joon,” Hoseok laughs dryly, already sensing the tepid touch of an oncoming migraine. “You haven’t told them, have you?”

Immediately, Namjoon shakes his head, the glasses perched on the top of his nose threatening to simply hurtle against the wall.

“We agreed to not tell them. I’m keeping my end of the bargain.”

And Hoseok does hate himself for it but he’s always wondered so why not ask while the opportunity is still fresh —

“Why did you agree?” he prods with what to him appears as a cautious hand. “You could have just told how you feel—”

But Namjoon is quick to interrupt.

“I don’t want to,” he states with no small amount of firmness. It’s the sort of resolution Hoseok has seen him wield in front of the UN, in front of difficulties he could not even comprehend. Something steel-like rests behind his gaze and Hoseok knows that whatever sort of intention Namjoon has set on you, no force of nature can lead him astray.

“I don’t want to see the pity in their eyes.”

“_____________ wouldn’t look at you with—”

“Yes, they would,” Namjoon interrupts him again, his mouth thinning into a grim line. “I wouldn’t be Namjoon the leader, Namjoon the trustworthy member, Namjoon, your,” he stammers; it’s almost imperceptible alas Hoseok just knows him too well. “Your brother but I’d be small Namjoon. I’d be Namjoon the naive fool who would require kid gloves in case any remark about the happiness of your relationship would break his heart. And I don’t want that.”

Ah.

“I want ________________,” they both know it’s a poor choice of wording but none of them is brave enough to remark upon it. “In a natural way, you know. I want to be their friend, I don’t want to make things any more complicated. So, yeah, I don’t want to tell them and perhaps,” he licks at his dry lips, briefly glimpsing outside. Unbeknowst to himself Hoseok mimicks the movement, forcing the barest sliver of a smile upon Namjoon’s face. “Nah, it is selfish but it is what it is.”

“Hmm.”

For a while they stand silent and it’s painfully awkward but also…it’s good. It’s almost unbelievable but things are actually peaceful between them.

“What does ____________ has planned for my birthday?”

Namjoon cracks a wry smile.

“I ain’t telling you that.”

The ring of Hoseok’s phone cuts the lingering tension in two and like an air escaping from a pop balloon, the room grows lax.

If a bit sad.

“Hey babe,” Hoseok greets you and Namjoon simply pretends like he isn’t here to hear that. “You’re waiting outside? Yeah, I’ll get going soon. Bye. Love you too.”

He doesn’t miss the way Namjoon turns away, obstinately staring at anything just to not see what currently he does not want to see. Hoseok simply lets him be.

“I’ve got to go,” he waves around some well-meaning gesture that falls flat on comfort, already halfway there to bolt out of the door. “Will you be okay?”

He watches Namjoon scuff the shoe against the floor. It’s a tad too angry for someone who will undoubtedly insist on being utterly okay.

“Yeah, of course!” Namjoon brushes him off, feigning indifference a bit too well. “I’ll just, you know, go into my studio and write some lyrics to process my bottomless devotion to the love of your life.”

Kidding! — follows soon after.

“Sort of,” is added when Hoseok ultimately leaves the room.

JIMIN | “You should go home.”

“I don’t want to go home.”

“Jimin…”

“Don’t you dare to pity me!”

“I’m not. Actually, quite the opposite.”

Jimin glowers at Yoongi across the rim of his glass but it doesn’t quite have the effect he pictured. Yoongi keeps on wearing the same unimpressed grimace he’d sat down with. He draws a great sigh for the upteenth time and begins again, a bit gentler, a bit more lenient.

Jimin doesn’t know which is worse — either way, he’s a hair away from bursting into tears.

“I didn’t expect you, out of all people, to think with your fists instead of your brain.”

And just like that, the tears evaporate.

“He tried to take them away,” he whispers, voice shaking from the barely concealed rage. Not even at Jungkook’s feelings per se but rather at his sheer audacity. Jimin would understand if he would just fall in love with you, he would understand, he knows how easy it was to love you, to be consumed by you but to go—!

“He went behind my back!” he cries out loudly, instantly drawing the attention to their small tablee. “He went and asked to be given a chance!”

The frown on Yoongi’s face deepens and seeing such an opening Jimin reaches out and does what he knows best. He pours himself a drink, knocks it down into his throat and hopes he’ll pass out soon.

Yoongi bats at his arm, steadily growing redder and redder from the frustration alone.

“Stop drinking!” he chides with an irritated hiss. “I’m not excusing Jungkook’s actions. But you know how he is.”

“And thus I’m supposed to forgive him for trying to fuck my fucking partner?!”

Once again, all eyes sit on their table as Jimin’s voice rises into an angered scream.

“Yeah, and look at you now. You’ve traded fists with your best friend, gotten yourself a busted lip and _______________ has moved out and honestly good for them. I also wouldn’t want to stand you clowns.”

“You’re supposed to be comforting me,” Jimin scoffs but receives nothing but an ill-meaning glare back.

“I’m all out.”

When at long last Jimin gets home, it’s well past three in the morning. His head is spinning and not so small part of him regrets ever drinking. The alcohol is clawing back up his throat and it doesn’t care that he’s putting a palm in front of his mouth. He’s about to vomit it all back out.

“Jesus,” a blur of a voice calls above him and Jimin finds himself being hastily carded to the toilet. He wonders who it is — it couldn't be you, you wouldn’t be able to lug him around like a roll of wet paper towels but he simply doesn’t have the time to care about it. As the next thing that comes out of his mouth is not a question poised, eloquenty or not, but a steady stream of stomach acid and half-digested fragments of his piss-poor dinner. His faceless saviour brushes the hair back from his forehead, occasionally laying an empathetic pat on his back. Though his mouth of full of bile, Jimin tries to say he appreciates it.

The sun greets him vicious and unforgiving. His head pounds and for the longest part of an hour, Jimin doesn’t even recall on how he made it back into his bed. Spotting a full glass of water and painkillers, he both chugs it all down and prays to heaven that it is you. Someone’s definitely clambering around his kitchen. The noise of a pan on a stove is unmistakanable regardless of the state he’s in.

Cautiously, Jimin pads over to the kitchen, attempting to put together at least two phrases of a genuine apology but the sight he sees only further spikes the nausea gripping him whole.

Unless you suddenly grew a mullet, got an armful of tattoos, a lip piercing and a cosmetic surgery, he’s fairly sure that it isn’t you standing by a stove and cooking a pan of eggs but one Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook the traitor.

Jeon Jungkook the one Jimin thought was a friend.

Best friend in fact.

In spite of how hard Jimin tries to eviscerate Jungkook with his glare, he cannot help but cringe as the man whips around, showcasing his black eye. Instinctually, Jimin runs a tongue over his lip. It still hurts.

There is a pregnant pause during which they don’t speak, merely stay in their respective corners of the room. Jungkook shifts from one foot to another, white knuckling the handle of the pan.

“I made you some eggs,” he splutters, hopefully presenting the food. Ever so slowly, Jimin lowers his gaze towards them and quirks a brow in order to show just how unfettered he is by it.

“I’ll vomit them back in your face,” he states coldly and Jungkook all but withers into himself.

“Listen, man, I know that I overstepped some boundaries—”

“Some?!” at once, Jimin has to clutch at his head to make sure it simply does not implode.

“All of the boundaries,” he corrects. "And I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I betrayed your trust and __________’s trust, and I know that neither of you owe me your forgiveness.”

Jimin pries open one of his eyelids — it’s swollen and laced with sleep but even so he knows Jungkook and he knows Jungkook wasn’t capable of lying.

He truly is sorry.

“Why the change of heart?” Jimin barks mistrustfully. “Since when do you care for anything but yourself?”

It’s a low blow but damn if it does not delight him, to hurt Jungkook just as much as Jimin was hurt.

“________________,” Jungkook sighs, his nose scrunching up at what is certainly a recollection of some exceedingly sour memories. “Chewed me the fuck out. They said—” his breath hitches. In a still moment between one breath and the next, there is a single, utterly pathethic plea ringing in Jimin’s ears—

Please, dont take them away from me

“They said they were disgusted by me.”

He has to physically bite his tongue to not say “I’m sorry”. It’s just as instinctual for him to comfort Jungkook as it is for their younger one to seek that same comfort. For a brief moment, he sees a much younger Jungkook. A much younger Jungkook come to beg for understanding and Jimin himself, feels much younger. Much more ill-equipped to deal with Jungkook’s fragile heart.

But that moment disappears and with it the breadth of his anger.

It’s churning, he knows it is, he doesn’t deny it but he reckons that step by step, day by cautious day they’ll be able to calll each other friends again and greet you back home, inhabiting their rightful roles.

You would say they're a broken pot with its cracks glued by gold.

Yoongi would say they’re fucking morons.

TAEHYUNG | Dearest ____________________,

Let me preface this by saying, I know it’s inappropriate and I know it’s unfair for me to spring this on you. I must seem like a coward to you and that’s beacause I am one. Million times I must have tried to tell you, to be able to say IT to your face but I just can’t. I don’t care what you do with this letter, burn it if you must, destroy it if it brings you peace but a part of me reasons, people deserve to know when one loves them and so I tell you.

I love you.

I love you insanely. I love you devoutly but most of all I want to love you selflessly so I won’t ask of you anything don’t worry. I won’t ask of you to meet me, I won’t ask of you to let me down, gently or otherwise, I won’t ask of you to even look at me. I burn for you, I yearn for you but I also know you love Taehyung. I see your love for him as clear as I see my own so I understand I don’t have a place in your life. I don’t even dare to ask of you such a thing.

You may wonder why even write this at all? Well, for me this is a speech. A speech one would give at a funeral. I scream and I vomit all that I feel and with it, with every stroke of this stupid pen I hammer in a nail into a coffin of all the fondness I hold for you. With any luck, I’ll be able to return to it rarer and rarer until at last it’s swallowed by moss and will lay unrecognizable. With any luck, the scar will heal and will be just that — a painless scar left by idiocy of youth.

I don’t want you to find me, I don’t want you to know me, all I want is for you and Taehyung to be happy. Oh, Taehyung, if only I could also say how sorry I am for ever letting him down.

So please be happy _______________. Be the happiest a person has ever been so I can rest easy and breathe a little easier each day, knowing that none of us has made a grave mistake.

Sincerely,

Your secret admirer.

Quite the letter, Taehyung reckons, closing it shut once he finishes tracing the inked lines. The thick black of the room is cut only by the orange flames licking at the firewood in the old fireplace. Glimpsing quietly across the shoulder, he finds you sleeping soundly on the hotel bed, hair splattered messily across the pillowcase. Taehyung supresses a deep sigh of relief before turning back with a heavy frown etched upon his face.

He took you away just in time, whoever this secret admirer was, he clearly held something more than a casual crush. When did he have the time to slip this into your bag, Taehyung did not know but it scared the shit out of him. The only people who both knew of his sudden trip to France and had the opportunity to see you were his members. His friends. His brothers. Which meant that one of them betrayed him. For one of them your name on their lips was not something easy to be spoken. For one of them your name was a benedction, meant to be sighed in shameful isolation.

The poetics said Namjoon but don’t find me said Yoongi. Loving insanely was Jungkook wanting to love selflessly was Jimin. But who could possibly know — maybe it was Hoseok, maybe it was Jin — Taehyung certainly didn’t.

He gazed down onto the thin paper, lips curling in distaste. Whoever he was, he should have just kept it to himself. For the first time, Taehyung was happy in his relationship, secure even and here he comes, one of his family, tearing it down.

Perhaps he should do what this admirer said — forget about it. No one wants to hate their family, right?

Yes, he thinks to himself, I’ll forget about. I’ll try really, really hard.

It was a good letter, beautiful even, he has to admit that much.

Shame though, he doesn’t hesitate to toss it into the flames, ______________won’t ever read it.

JUNGKOOK | “Baby, please.”

Jungkook loathes the fact at how weak he grows underneath your touch. Where others would give him a wide berth, all in fear of incuring a foul mood, you merely have to wrap your arms around his back and he feels the tension unlatching its jaw from his shoulders.

“Just talk to Jin.”

“Don’t even mention his name,” he growls, trying to sound pissed but his body has a mind of its own. It reaches to tug you closer around him, almost frightened that should he let you go for just a second, he could lose you.

“He came forward with how he felt,” you reason slowly, cautiously. “He was honest and just let it all out.”

“He should have choked with it,” Jungkook refutes. You don’t buy it.

“You don’t mean that.”

Jungkook knows you know he knows he doesn’t mean it but for the time being he just wants to be angry.

He turns to look over his shoulder, finding you nuzzled into his spine, swaying slighty from left to right. His heart swells with all this…love he held for you. Whatever Jin held was nothing but a cheap copy, a fling, a failure of the brain.

“You’re mine, got it,” he tries to warn you but you all but laugh at the pout in his tone. “I don’t care how handsome you think Jin is, you promised me forever first. Finders keepers and all that.”

“You’re a bit delusional, you know that?” you rub your nose against his jumper, spectacularly failing at trying to supress the smirk fighting its way onto your face.

“So what?” he scoffs, turning to scrub the dishes with far more vigour than neccessary. “It makes me happy.”

But your voice of “just talk to Jin” doesn’t leave the side of his ear. Like an overzealous mosquito it buzzes around his head at all hours of the day, at all hours of the night, round and round until Jungkook swears it makes his nose bleed.

It’s well past midnight when he finally musters up the courage to press the dial button to Jin’s number. His knee refuses to sit still and behind his back he’s crossing his fingers hoping that his friend will be asleep.

He is not.

When Jin replies with a timid “hello” he is surprisingly coherent as though he hadn’t slept at all.

“_______________ told me to give you a call,” Jungkook grouses instead of a greeting and the other line of the phone grows uncomfortably quiet.

“They’re too kind,” Jin whispers and Jungkook certainly agrees on it.

He taps his leg, bites his lip, looks at you for guidance — you’re asleep on his bed, practically knocked out because Jungkook just had to…show his love for you — and none of it helps him to get over this sudden knot growing at the base of his throat.

However, Jin beats it to him.

“I know I said it already,” he mutters miserably, voice crackingi across the connection. “But for what it’s worth, I really am sorry for doing this to you Jungkook. I wish nothing but happiness for you and _______________.”

They cry, they curse, they share their love for you and some three hours later it’s somewhat easier to breathe. The days, the weeks that Jungkook couldn’t sleep, plagued by nightmares of his light being stolen away, are wiped away with a cool hand and he rejoices in the comfort it provides. He doesn’t say I love you to Jin, he’s not yet ready for that but he knows Jin knows and he knows that Jin knows that he knows.

For now he just wants to sleep. Putting the phone away, Jungkook drops himself back into the pillow,  heaving a drawn-out sigh up against the black ceiling. He wraps his arm around your waist, kissing your neck “good night” as he always does. It’ll be alright, he reminds himself, surprisingly, it’ll all be just fine.

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Fool's Gold - JHS

Pairing: Idol!Hoseok X Staff!Reader

Theme: Angst, Unrequited love au

Wordcount: 865

Summary: Falling for Jung Hoseok is.. Fool's Gold.

Warnings: Angst, unrequited love, loving somebody who can't be yours. That's all.

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

A/N: I promise I had absolutely no plan of writing this one. But Hoseok came home and made me an emotional puddle. so I had to get things off of my chest.

Your eyes find him readily across the room as if those were made to spot him in a room full of blood and flesh. 

He shines. 

Just as always, Jung Hoseok shines the brightest, dimming everyone’s aura completely. 

Your grip on the camera goes tight as he smiles fully at Namjoon, who seems to say something pleasant in his ears. 

He doesn't see you. He obviously does not. Why would he? 

While he is the main focus of everyone’s attention, everyone is proud of him for showing excellence in the military just as he did in Bangtan… You are nothing more than a lowly photo and videographer. You are someone who runs behind them to document their every possible move with a stupid inanimate device in your hands. 

Just as today. 

There are times when you hate your job, especially because it lacks the hierarchy and authority that you would like to have in order to shut some mouths. 

But on days like these… you love it. 

If it’s not for the nature of your job then you would not be allowed to enter this dining room of your company to capture Hoseok and his members having dinner with some of the most important people of Hybe.  

If it’s not for your job then you wouldn’t have the fortune of witnessing Hoseok being more beautiful than you can ever remember. His cheeks are fuller, lips plumper, shoulders broader, chest buffer but his eyes… His eyes carry the same kind gaze, same warmth, same twinkle that made you fall for him long ago. 

Your chest tightens when he looks away from Namjoon, attempting to reply something to Jimin, and his eyes fall on your figure, awkwardly standing at the door. 

Then he smiles at you. 

And your world seems to start dancing in the rhythm of destruction. You feel high and low at the same time. You feel happy and sad all at once. 

He still looks at you, he still smiles at you but not the way you want. And it will never be the way you want. 

“Hey, Y/N! How have you been?” he chimes in. his voice sounds like honey in your ears. You find yourself smiling automatically. 

“Just getting by. What about you?” You ask softly. I miss you, the forbidden words linger on the tip of your tongue but you know you can’t say it. You won’t dare to. 

“Doing better than I thought. Why-” Hoseok gets cut off as one the managers start speaking. 

“Okay everyone. Let’s sit straight for a moment so that Y/N can click a picture and leave. It’s getting late, she needs to wrap it up.” 

And that’s your cue to leave. No matter how sugarcoated the words are, those translate to “do your work and leave. It’s not the place you belong.” 

So you do as you are told. 

After clicking five pictures and checking if everything’s alright, you take one last look at Hoseok only to find him smiling kindly at you. 

You bow a little as you get ready to leave. You can’t even wave him goodbye without making yourself look like a desperate staff trying to throw herself at an idol. Sucking in a deep breath along with all the pain and heartbreak your unrequited love has brought forth, you leave. 

You are halfway through the corridor when you hear your name being called from behind. 

Fuck! It’s Hoseok. 

When you turn around, he is already quite close to your form. So much so that you have to take a step back to maintain a staff-idol distance. 

“Hoseok..” you mutter. 

He lifts up a box, which you assume to be full of macarons. 

Wiggling it in front of your face he says, “You love macarons, don’t you? I remember you gobbling these during our snack times.” he laughs a little and your heart fills with liquid emotions ready to spill out of your eyes. 

“I picked some up for everyone on my way here. Take it.” he takes hold of your free hand and transfers the box into your grasp. 

“Th-Thanks.” the words choke on your mouth. You feel like screaming at the top of your lungs and tell him that you love him, tell him that you have been missing him. But again, you can’t.

“No need. Enjoy the weekend.” he places his palm flat on your shoulder and sets your skin on fire, heart in erratic motion.     

“Yes, you too.” you manage to voice out.

And then within a blink he is gone. 

You see him running back in the room just where he belongs, as you stand there in the corridor, just where you belong.

As soon as his body disappears from your view, your eyes get blurry and tears run down your cheeks. You are, once again, aware of the difference that persists between you and Hoseok. Two of your worlds can never collide. He can never be yours even when you have been his, only his, for a long time. 

You knew it all but you still let yourself fall for him and you don’t regret it. 

Because falling for Jung Hoseok is.. Fool’s Gold.  

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pairing: hoseok x fem!reader

a/n: hi everyone! i decided to write something for hobi day! I know I'm a little late but I had fun writing this so I hope you guys enjoy it! :)

warnings: cnc, forest fucking, chasing, spitting, hair pulling, humiliation, degrading, fingering, p&v sex, slight overstimulation.

“I had fun tonight, thank you for everything babe,” your boyfriend, Hoseok, speaks as he starts his car. He leans over the car’s console to give you a kiss on the cheek. 

Today was Hoseok's birthday and you decided to take him out on a date while the both of you had time. He isn’t a complicated person so you took him to his favorite restaurant and ate, maybe had a few drinks. Nothing too crazy.

“Of course, it wasn’t much, but I still wanted to do something for you. You always go all out for me.” 

It’s true. He spoils the hell out of you, and you only want to do the same for him.

“Trust me, spending time with you is good enough for me,” he smiles, reaching for your hand to hold it. No matter how long you’ve been with him, he never fails to make you flustered.

It’s ten minutes into the car ride when you notice him taking a few unusual turns. The plan was to eat and go back to his place. You can’t help but wonder where the hell he was taking you.

He takes one final turn onto an empty one way road, the sides of it an endless field of trees.

He brought you to the woods?

You swallow, confused with a pit of nervousness forming in your stomach. What the hell is he doing right now?

“Hobi, I thought we were go-”

“You have five minutes to run and hide before I find you. Understood?” your boyfriend cuts you off, making you shiver at his words.

Not wanting to pry on his demand, you open the door, not without one last glance at Hoseok. 

You already know where this is going, and it's quite simple. Your boyfriend is experimental when it comes to your sex life. You can’t help but get a twinge of excitement.

Slamming the door shut, you waste no time in sprinting into the woods. It's dark and freezing, only the moon lighting up the forest.

Your heart beats out of your chest, running through the muddy grass and branches, no doubt your shoes are surely ruined. You take different turns and paths past trees and bushes, hoping to make finding you more difficult. The adrenaline keeps you going.

You stop, catching your breath while trying to keep an eye out for him. It's surely been well over five minutes, maybe you ran too far?

As if it was on cue, the sound of footsteps crushing leaves in the distance behind you brings you back to reality. Your heart instantly drops.

And before you know it, you’re running again, the fear fueling your stamina.

You attempt to be as quiet as possible, but the branches you’re stepping over are a dead giveaway at where you’re running towards.

It feels like it's been an hour of trying to find a perfect hiding spot, when you see a huge oak tree, branches big enough to cover you. Finally.

You can’t register what's happening when a hand covers your mouth and the other around your waist, trapping your arms from behind, your eyes widening when you take in the familiar hand.

How the fuck did he find you so fast?

“You’re a good hider, but not that good, baby,” he grits into your ear along with a snarky laugh. His hold on you is borderline painful.

“Hmm, let’s see what we’ve got hiding under here.” He doesn’t give you a chance to move, instead gripping your hair with the utmost force to push you up against the tree, the bark digging into your skin.

He wastes no time in lifting up your white floral dress, smacking your ass along the way to rip off your underwear.

“Well, would you look at that,” he chuckles at the sight. “You’re fucking dripping, baby,” he whispers as he runs his long fingers between your soaked folds. Your hole clenches at the slight stimulation, whining for more.

“Looks like you enjoyed the chase, huh? Of course a whore like you would.”

You’re embarrassed that he’s right.

He presses his middle finger in your hole, unable to contain your moans when the grip on your hair gets tighter.

He laughs at your attempt to grind on his hand, inserting his ring finger inside you to give you what you want.

“Wish it was my cock instead hm, baby? Grinding on my hand like a bitch in heat for fucks sake.”

Getting no answer, he immediately pulls his fingers out your hole and all you can muster out is a whine in protest.

“Shut your fucking mouth,” he spits out into your ear, “you asked for this,” as he takes it upon himself to rip your dress off, completely ruining the dainty material. You’re left bare in the freezing woods– quite opposite to his dressed figure. You cry out when he leans in to bite your neck, marking you with a fresh, red hickey.

“Hobi please not her-”

“Don’t cry like a bitch now and take what I give you,” grabbing your jaw, forcibly opening your mouth when a glob of saliva escapes his lips to land on your pink tongue.

“Uh uh, swallow” he commands when he sees you trying to reject his spit, shutting your mouth together, leaving you no choice but to swallow it.

He doesn’t stop at that, a chill of fear and excitement as you hear his belt buckle jingle and his fly being unzipped.

Looking over your shoulder, you get a slight of him spitting into his hand, using it as lube on his hard cock. 

He pushes your face back against the tree, grabbing both of your arms to put behind your back, restricting your movements as much as possible.

After what feels like years of torture, you feel his tip poke and prod against your hole. Within seconds, he slams inside of your poor swollen cunt, a gasp escaping your lips.

The once quiet forest is now filled with sounds of skin slapping and quiet grunts from the both of you. Your eyes roll back at his harsh thrusts, his cock constantly prodding at your sweet spot. You won’t last long.

“Mh- fucking gripping me, relax. Gonna fill up this cunt.”

Your walls clench even harder around him, the thought of him cumming inside you while being this vulnerable bringing you closer to your climax.

He delivers another smack to your ass, addicted to the way it moves under his force. 

 A few more pounds into your cunt and you’re cumming, a ring of cum gathered at the base of his cock. It leaves you shaking.

“Fucking made a mess of my cock, hm?” your boyfriend remarks. Despite the cold weather, you’re sweating. You try to get him to slow down his bruising thrust by pushing him away, while this only makes him smack your hands away and grip your hips harder.

His moans increasingly become louder than before, signaling he’s close. 

You begin to wince painfully from the overstimulation, not that he cares though.

“Shit” he breathes out, a warm sensation fills your cunt. His cum coating every bit of your walls, not stopping until he unloads every last drop inside of you.

He swiftly pulls out, letting you go as you stand there, body spent and legs shaking from the intense sex. 

He takes off his jacket to cover your body, and lands a kiss on your cheek.

“You’re a present in itself.”

Heeled Boots - JHS (18+)

Pairing: Hoseok X Fem!Reader

Theme: PWP, SMUT, established relationship au

Wordcount: 1.2k+

Summary: A little something about Hoseok's heeled boots from MAMA 2022.

Warnings: boot riding (you read that right), dom!hsoeok, slight degrading, she calls him Mr. Jung, cock riding, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it up). NSFW!!

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

A/N: been a minute since I have written anything for the love of my life.

“I…. Like these…” Your words evaporate in the thin air, partly because you can’t even focus on what you are saying, partly because the words come out of your mouth without your consent. 

“These?” Hoseok wiggles his boot-cladded feet. His eyes go a little wide at your sudden confession. 

“Mmmm..” you reply absent-mindedly - eyes never leaving his heeled boots. 

“Should I get a pair of matching ones for you?” he proposes lovingly, his long arms secure around your waist even more tightly as he subtly pulls you towards him. 

“Ah- no. I mean I like these on you. These are kinda- I don’t know - hot? Irritatingly so? Makes me wanna ride these?” you ramble without hearing yourself properly. 

At first Hoseok tries to register what you are saying but when his ears send each of your words to his brain, his blood rushes south. At once his cock starts twiching inside the shiny leather outfit that has been chosen for his MAMA performance. 

“Then do it.” He suggests slowly, voice already dipping by an octave. 

Your eyes shoot up. You have been zoning out for the past half an hour, especially because Hoseok’s outfit and his heeled boots have been too much to take for you. He looks so breathtakingly hot that your brain.exe has stopped responding long ago. 

You gulp at his suggestion. Not that you haven’t been thinking about asking him to take you then and there but his performance is scheduled within 45 minutes and you definitely don’t want to exhaust him now. 

Moreover, there are a ton of people running behind these closed doors. The last thing you want is to get caught. 

“We can’t.” you mumble, throat getting dry already. 

“That’s not a choice now, baby. You gotta take responsibility for your words.” Hoseok places his free hand on your thigh, gliding it up towards your crotch painfully slowly. 

“But your per- ah” Hoseok pinches on the meat of your thigh, pain shoots on your skin even through the rough material of your jeans. 

“Take your jeans off, baby.” your boyfriend orders. Even though the sentence is simple, it comes out as a low growl. And you know it’s better not to disobey him. 

So you do as you’re told. You stand up on your legs and start unbuttoning your jeans.

Hoseok’s eyes rake through your thighs and get stuck on the wet patch of your red cotton panties. 

He smirks, “Such a whore.” 

“For you.” you add to stroke his ego. 

His hand circles around your left wrist as he pulls you towards him dangerously close, so much so that you can feel his breath on your belly. 

His free hand hooks on the waistband of your panty, he dips one finger inside, plunges that inside your folds. 

Your breath shudders at the touch of his cold finger. 

Pulling that finger out, he puts it into his mouth. His eyes close as he hums at the taste. 

Your boyfriend’s action makes a pool of hotness gush out of your hole.

“This has to go too” Hoseok eyes your panty again. Knowing what to do, you strip it off. 

“Good girl. Now rub that greedy cunt on my boot.” he wiggles his foot again. He sits cross legged to hike his right leg in the air. 

You lick your lips. Fuck you are perched. 

When you stand still, without obeying his command - Hoseok’s face darkens. He raises one of his eyebrows as if to threaten you. 

You show your obedience without thinking anymore. 

You squat, hands grabbing the edges of the sofa for support. Your folds come in contact with the tip of Hoseok’s heeled boot. You inhale sharply. 

You know squatting like this won’t be enough, so you part your pussy lips with two of your fingers, letting your clit grind against his boot. 

“Rub it.” Hoseok orders again. His eyes pierce through your already watery ones as he sits there casually. 

There is no change in his posture, not even a single limb of his body is tensed - unlike yours. 

You start moving your hips in circles. At first lightly but then when your body starts asking for more and more friction - your grinds get harder as well.  

Your breaths are now short and ragged. Hoseok’s shiny boots turn even more shiny with your arousal over the tip. 

Your legs threaten to give up but the coil in your stomach has just started to tighten. You can’t give up now - you won’t give up now. 

As if reading your contorted face and rigid body language, Hoseok winds a hand around your bicep and starts pulling you up. 

“Hoseok I-” 

“Is that what you should call me?” Hoseok interrupts, glaring at you through his dark locks. 

“I’m sorry. Mr. Jung.” you correct yourself hastily. 

“Good girl.” he mutters, pulling you down on his lap, “take me out.” 

Your mind runs wild. You are really getting to fuck him when he looks this hot? Such a lucky girl you are. 

Your hands find the button of his leather trouser as you walk your way through the garment and pull his semi hardened length out. 

You pump it until his cock is hard enough for your cunt to swallow. Hoseok groans, rests his head on the backrest of the sofa. 

“Can I ride you, Mr. Jung?” you ask him sheepishly.

“Yes, baby. Go ahead.” he permits a little breathlessly. 

You line his cock on your entrance, the tip nudges your clit making you moan. Once his cock is lined, it isn’t tough to slide down. 

Once he is rooted inside your velvet walls, you start moving. 

Hoseok sometimes think that his cock was made for your hole because he has never fucked anyone who could swallow his cock as good as you. 

He loves it. He loves you. 

He eyes the spot where his shaft is disappearing in your wet heat. Then his eyes fall on your face, the satisfaction is clearly written on your pretty features. 

Your little melodic sounds are making it tough for him to restrict his own sounds of pleasure. So he grabs you by your neck and seals your lips with yours. 

The kiss is as hungry as his cock. 

Your energy starts running low when your walls start clenching around his cock. Your legs really can’t take it anymore. 

“Mr. Jung, I can’t- h-help me.” Your voice breaks. Hoseok understands what you are asking for right away and wraps his hand tightly around your waist. 

He thrusts up, slapping his torso on your downside. 

It takes only three thrusts for your release to wash over you - you cream his cock. 

“Gonna cum inside you. Can’t ruin the outfit.” he speaks into your mouth. You nod agreeing to his proposition. 

Two more thrusts later, Hoseok cums in you. 

Both of you stay still, mouths wet with the messy kiss, breathe too heavy to calm yourselves down. 

“Noona, I’m taking these home.” Hoseok points at the black shiny heeled boots that are now kept inside a pretty looking leather box. 

“Oh? But those are sponsored. We have to return those.” the stylist stops what she was doing. Confusion evident in her face. 

“Don’t worry. I will take care of it.” Hoseok replies before he leaves the room. You can’t help but smile as you follow him outside. 

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Ok so I have read this one shot about 20 times and it's one of my favorites!

The Birds and the Bees - JHS - One Shot

pairing: OrthnologistHoseok x Reader

genre: smut, fluff, mild crack (maybe?), f2l, 

rating: M (do not read if under 18)

word count: 5.4k

summary: he’s into birds, you’re into him, and the blue pollen from a flower is really making you both act strange. 

Warnings: there is a dead bee (i’m sorry little bee, but you went happily I swear), several smacked mosquitoes, sex pollen, some nerdy science talk (that my non-science self attempted), smut in the form of oral (m & f receiving), unprotected sex (be smart, sex-havers), kissing, cheesy lines, 

a/n: so this is my attempt at the ridiculous: sex pollen , crack, and the unsexy environment of hiking. I’m not sure I totally succeeded, as it’s still me and there’s softness and well, yeah. Thanks to @xjoonchildx for thinking I’m funny, and @hobi-gif for making it not terrible. Also, I’m so happy I got to ask her “But do you want them to copulate with their shoes and socks on?” 

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Smack!

The sound of skin hitting skin does not sound like it does in the movies. In your more bored moments, you’ve researched how sound effects for movies actually work and nothing they use for that skin on skin sound remotely relates to actual skin on skin.

Smack! Again.

Hoseok looks at you finally, his attention pulled away from more interesting things.

Like birds.

Fucking birds.

“You okay?” he asks, the space between his eyebrows wrinkling up with concern. Or annoyance. You aren’t sure because both are pretty plausible from what you know about Jung Hoseok.

To say you’re friends would be a bit of an exaggeration. Friends is a spectrum; from bosom buddies to the neighbor you always smile at but forget her name.

You’re not sure where you fall on Hoseok’s friend spectrum.

“I’m not okay.” You really really try not to sound whiny. You really do. But–

Smack! Your hand leaves a mark on the skin above your knee.

“Why do mosquitoes like me so much?” Yep, there’s the whine. You’re so frustrated about this. Like yeah, a hike in late spring isn’t really your thing, but Hoseok wanted to go and everyone else declined.

And you suck at saying no to Hoseok.

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The Han Family

Warnings: MDNI, murder, childhood trauma, verbal, physical and sexual abuse, cheating, age gap, manipulation, abuse of a minor [16]. (I'm probably missing some things, I'll add them as I remember them).

The Han family has always been one of the most powerful and influential families in South Korea. They owned three of the most important companies in the country, in addition to the many others with which they had agreements and investments.

They were always known for their impeccable image, one that, in all the years they had been in the market, had never been tarnished.

Or at least it was until, on his 57th birthday, Mr. Han's body was found in his office. A gunshot to the head had caused his instant death.

A total of seven officers were assigned to handle the case, and absolutely none of them expected to encounter a family with such a dark and depraved background as the Han's.

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The Han Family: Jung Hoseok

Trope: s2l

Oc Information: [The name will be used in the parts where another couple is discussed to avoid confusion.]

Kim Yoori.

28 yo.

06/17

1.67 cm

Jiwon's twin brother's partner, Han Jihyun.

Context: You started dating Jihyun a year after he ended his relationship with Soyeon, his ex-girlfriend.

He was an amazing guy. Kind, caring, loving, attentive, gentlemanly, he was perfect, and you loved him for that. It was a pity that he couldn't say the same about you.

When you started dating you noticed that there were some strange things about his attitude, like how he was always nervous when you caught him from behind, or how fidgety he was every time you asked him to use his phone because yours was downloading.

And, as the wiser ladies say, a woman's instinct never fails.

You decided to look at his phone, just out of curiosity, just to confirm that you were wrong. But you weren't.

He was still talking to his ex, still saving your pictures together, and still writing you letters that he kept in his notes with love messages.

That tore you up inside, and you tried to make him see it. He never noticed anything. He never really saw you, and all you wanted to do was yell at him to do something, anything, to keep you around.

He didn't, much less when he saw Soyeon again on his father's birthday.

Much less when you were no longer interested in going back to him.

Much less when you finally found someone who saw you.

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I just found a fic I made for a friend a while ago. It was based on Enchanted by Taylor Swift lol. I'm going to upload it, I liked the idea quite a bit.

Enchanted | Jung Hoseok

A small drabble I wrote based on Enchanted by Taylor Swift ^^. As to give some context, Reader is younger sister of Jin, Namjoon and Taehyung, who in turn are children of the emperor and Jungkook is the son of a king [just in case, the emperor has more power than the king].

To say you were tired was an understatement. The purple heels decorated with diamonds were killing your poor heels, the corset barely allowed you to breathe, and you were absolutely certain that at some point in the evening you would step on the overly voluptuous dress and fall face first to the floor, feeling too humiliated to even look the guests in the face.

Your introduction to the guests had been a good while ago, now you were too busy choking on food with your older brother to worry about the others. This, you thought, was the only way you could scare off any suitors.

"Seokjin, Y/N" you both turned in the direction of Namjoon's serious and accusing voice. He was the second eldest, but he definitely seemed to have more authority than Jin. He cleared his throat, trying to get the men next to him to ignore his brothers' behavior, "These are the Jeon brothers," he flashed a charming smile at two of the men, who seemed to be wearing clothes just as expensive as those of your brothers. "They are both interested in doing business with our family, so it's important for them to get to know each other better."

Jin and you looked at each other for a second. Namjoon was trying to introduce you to one of the two to be your fiancé, and Jin had to approve before anything happened. You wanted to kick your brother's pretty little face. 

You looked at Jeon again. If Namjoon was bringing them in as possible fiancées, it meant they had a high position in the hierarchy of nobles that your middle brother and father were so obsessed with. 

You smiled with your lips pressed together, trying not to look as awkward as you seemed, why should you know these people? You were sure they didn't even care about you. Despite that bitter thought, you bowed slightly to both of them and, in the softest voice you could manage, said "A pleasure, I'm Kim Y/N, Emperor Kim's fourth daughter."

The one you thought was the older one, took the back of your hand and left a barely noticeable kiss on your knuckles. You held back the urge to vomit. You hated being touched, let alone kissed without being told that's what you wanted. How rude. The youngest, however, seemed to be too distracted watching something on the other side of the ballroom.

You frowned, watching the direction his eyes were going and following it. It was only then that you realized why he didn't take his attention away from that spot on the dance floor. 

There was a group of four people, two women and two men, and each one was even more beautiful than the last, if that was even possible. The first person to catch your eye was the green-eyed redhead. Her hair had unruly curls tied up in an elegant bun, you weren't sure, as the distance was too far, but you could swear she had freckles on her pale cheeks and upturned nose; she wore a red dress that had white flower decorations on the sides and back, highlighting the color of her skin and eyes. She didn't look like she was from here.

The second person was the one who attracted the gaze of the youngest Jeon. She, unlike the previous one, had wavy blonde hair and wore it perfectly loose, her white skin with pink tones made her sky blue eyes stand out so much that it even looked like it could hurt from admiring them so much. Her dress was of a color similar to her eyes, but darker and with white decorations and sleeves that became loose after resting on her elbows. Yes, you could understand why he couldn't take his eyes off her.

The third was a man. His gray-toned hair stood out more than the rest of the men's, but, without a doubt, the most impressive thing was how pale he looked, for a moment you thought he might faint. He was wearing a dark blue trench coat, very similar to the skin of a crocodile, his black leather pants fit his legs perfectly and the long boots that reached below his ankles shone enough to see your reflection, and you were meters away. You squinted to see what he was wearing under his trench coat. It appeared to be some sort of men's corset, with three thick leather straps encircling his waist.

And the last one that met your gaze was... perfect. His hair, like the girl Jeon didn't seem to want to let out of his sight, was blond, the only difference being that the ends were almost completely black. He wore a black trench coat with gold decorations and black pants that looked much less tight than the boy next to him. He was wearing a vest, which you'd swear was for a pocket watch, the same color as the trench coat and, as a finishing touch, a white tie over his shirt. Now the one who didn't want to look away was you.

You were sure that your brothers and the older Jeon were talking some crap about the kingdom that you were definitely not interested in. There was a blond boy who was too gorgeous not to give him the attention he deserved.

You weren't sure how intently you looked at him, but it was enough that the man turned his gaze in your direction, causing his gaze to collide with yours. Your heart flipped over your chest as you watched him smile brightly at you. 

Who the fuck was that guy and why didn't you know his name yet?

Your heart returned to its normal rhythm as the blonde girl caught your boy's eye - yes, that would be his name by now - and dragged him almost to the door leading to the castle courtyard. Your feet itched from the urge you had to follow both of them. 

You saw the giant clock beside you. 2 AM, would anyone mind if you left the party for a few minutes? You had been standing here making your presence known for over five hours, you thought you had the right to do so.

Just as you turned to say a polite goodbye to the group of men you were obliged to be in, Namjoon gave you a huge smile and showed you the door through which the blond couple had just left. A great urge to vomit flooded you at the thought of that man with another.

"Can you take Jungkook for a walk in the garden? His brother just told me he loves flowers, I'm sure you can have a wonderful warm time chatting about gardening."

Jungkook, who was apparently the younger of the two, looked at you with eyes full of excitement, but you were aware that this glow was not about you, just as you knew he could tell in yours that you were in the same situation as he was. 

"Sure, I'll lead him through the garden until we reach the main entrance," you took Jungkook's hand almost without thinking, running as you lifted your dress with your free hand, you didn't want to let them out of your sight.

When you opened the door, both of you shaken, a wave of disappointment fell over you. There seemed to be no sign of them.

Jungkook, avoiding at all costs to look at you -due to how embarrassed he felt-, let go of your hand and started to walk slowly. You just followed him silently, just as uncomfortable and disappointed as he was.

You couldn't help but imagine the thousand and one scenarios in which that pair would be involved, what if they were kissing? Or holding hands while declaring their undying love for each other? What if he loved her?

You swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling stupid to be daydreaming about a complete stranger. 

You were still cursing yourself internally when Jungkook put his arm in front of you, stopping your movements. You frowned, ready to start questioning him, but then you heard two voices, one female and one male, they seemed to be arguing.

You and the younger Jeon shared a glance, silently deciding that you would go investigate. Taking advantage of the darkness around you. You walked through the shadows of the large bushes until you came upon a large fountain decorated with a human-sized angel at the top; in front of it were they, though definitely not as you expected.

"I told you, Hoseok, I can't do it" gasped the blonde desperately, shaking out her hair and messing it up. You didn't understand how she could look even better like this.

"Well you'll have to, Jiwon, Yoongi isn't going to let his... whatever it is with Chaeyoung, try to mess with one of them, and you know it" the boy, who you had had a ridiculously strong fixation on, spoke so patiently and softly that even you would have given in to whatever he needed. Although, being honest, you would give in to anything he asked for.

"This is ridiculous" the girl growled, resting her hands on her hips and raising her gaze to the sky. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Jungkook's mouth open slightly in astonishment. You thought you looked the same at the moment, but for a very different reason than he did.

"Just this once, you just have to talk to him, nothing more," your throat went dry as you watched him beg the girl for help. You had never seen a man beg so much for something. Now you were curious as to what it was that he was so reluctant to do.

Your intention in getting a little closer to them was not to be discovered, but, just as you predicted moments ago, those stupid heels had ended up getting tangled with the giant skirt and, consequently, making you fall. Face to the ground. With the garden freshly watered. At the feet of both of you. You wanted to die.

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I didn't put it because I didn't know where to put it, but I accept reactions requests too 👍.

Who I write about:

Jin

Yoongi

Hoseok

Namjoon

Jimin

Taehyung

Jungkook

I will receive request if:

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They are angst, fluff, smut, I'm pretty flexible on the subject.

Request comes with detailed/specific description.

I will not receive request if:

The request has Daddy Kink, Non-con, freeuse, BDSM, or any mistreatment of the character to the reader.

Pairings between members.

The request was against a community, there may be slight mentions in the shot, but never any kind of disrespect that could hurt someone.

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Who I write about:

Jin

Yoongi

Hoseok

Namjoon

Jimin

Taehyung

Jungkook

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They are angst, fluff, smut, I'm pretty flexible on the subject.

Request comes with detailed/specific description.

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The Han Family: Jung Hoseok

Trope: s2l

Oc Information: [The name will be used in the parts where another couple is discussed to avoid confusion.]

Kim Yoori.

28 yo.

06/17

1.67 cm

Jiwon's twin brother's partner, Han Jihyun.

Context: You started dating Jihyun a year after he ended his relationship with Soyeon, his ex-girlfriend.

He was an amazing guy. Kind, caring, loving, attentive, gentlemanly, he was perfect, and you loved him for that. It was a pity that he couldn't say the same about you.

When you started dating you noticed that there were some strange things about his attitude, like how he was always nervous when you caught him from behind, or how fidgety he was every time you asked him to use his phone because yours was downloading.

And, as the wiser ladies say, a woman's instinct never fails.

You decided to look at his phone, just out of curiosity, just to confirm that you were wrong. But you weren't.

He was still talking to his ex, still saving your pictures together, and still writing you letters that he kept in his notes with love messages.

That tore you up inside, and you tried to make him see it. He never noticed anything. He never really saw you, and all you wanted to do was yell at him to do something, anything, to keep you around.

He didn't, much less when he saw Soyeon again on his father's birthday.

Much less when you were no longer interested in going back to him.

Much less when you finally found someone who saw you.

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Get to know the life of the members of Bring On The Night! The pop/rock band of the moment that has a whole generation addicted to their music, lyrics and performers.

| Kim Seokjin: The Bassist

You were Jin's childhood friend, the one who always went to all his bass practices, the one who went to all his mini concerts, the one who tested the songs before he played them live, you were even the first person he ran to tell the news that his band had been dominated to his first award.

The problem with this? You were always just that to Jin, the typical childhood friend he wouldn't give up for anything in the world, but would never see as anything more.

A few months ago Jin started dating yet another girl, a certain Yeji, whom he had met in college.

You were starting to feel how awful it was to be just another friend, and you wanted to give it your last try before giving up forever with Jin and moving on with your life.

| Min Yoongi: The Producer

You had been in a fully sexual relationship with Yoongi for over 5 years. Yes, you went out on the occasional date in secret, but nothing out of the ordinary, nothing that would make the public think you were a couple, or sex partners.

You had never had a problem with this, until little by little you noticed how you started to feel things for him that definitely had nothing to do with your fully sexual relationship, so you did what you did best.

You ran away.

-> Drabble 1 [Request]: How did they meet?

| Jung Hoseok: The Composer

You met Hoseok in a dance class you had during your last years in college. The two of you hit it off perfectly and decided to stay in touch.

You talked to him when he won his first award, he talked to you when he heard you got a permanent contract at your current company. You called him when you found out he had landed a fairly well known girlfriend in the middle, he congratulated you on finding your fiancé.

Now, 2 years after that, you had no idea how to tell him that your husband and his fiancée were fucking in your bed.

| Kim Namjoon: The Drummer

You were Bring On The Night's manager since their debut. You had taken good care of them, always tried to give them a reasonable schedule, always talked to interviewers before interviews, always tried to keep them safe without asking for anything in return. That's exactly what made Namjoon fall at your feet.

From the beginning he always had eyes for you, he always drowned in his feelings thinking about how annoying it might be for you to stay on the job knowing that he had feelings for you.

However, this same attitude not only attracted to him, but to other guys who worked in the same industry. It was this very thing that made Namjoon decide to fight for you, even if it would destroy your working relationship and friendship.

| Park Jimin: The Keyboardist

You were Jimin's girlfriend during his pre-debut era. You would go to support him at practice, bring him food, water, sometimes even a change of clothes. You loved the way he loved his job, but love wasn't always enough to overcome the adversities that made life as a star. That was made clear to you by the Ceo of Bring on the night's discography.

You broke up with him shortly after his debut, you didn't give him any explanation, you simply told him that you didn't want to be with him anymore and you left.

Years later, in the present day, Jimin had become a world star, famous for his talent on the keyboard, and you, for your part, had achieved your goal of becoming a critically acclaimed actress.

What you never thought was that, as you were both on the same level, you would inevitably meet at events such as awards shows, and, to be honest, you didn't think you could ever say no to Jimin again.

| Kim Taehyung: The Guitarist

For the first time in your entire career as an artist you had gotten into a scandal, and one of the worst scandals there could have been. A rapper whose name you didn't even know had told hundreds of gossip channels that the two of you were in a solely sexual relationship.

Now, with no excuse to give because no one would believe you without proof, you and your manager decided to make a completely risky bet; talk to Kim Taehyung, the guitarist of BOTN and ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend. To your surprise, he didn't hesitate to accept.

The deal was clear: neither would have feelings for the other, neither would meddle in the other's relationships, and neither owed the other any explanations.

At first you thought it would be simple, just another performance, just like you did for your music videos.

How wrong you were.

| Jeon Jungkook: The Vocalist

Jungkook considered himself a very tolerant person. He tolerated Jin with his horrible jokes, he tolerated Namjoon breaking his stuff by accident from time to time, he even tolerated Jimin stealing his stuff, but there was one specific point where he would never tolerate any bullshit.

That point was you.

The day he found out the idiot you were dating, he almost broke his phone from how hard he smashed it against the wall. He believed you deserved better, no, he knew you deserved better, no doubt about it, and he was more than willing to show you what would be the minimum point you should accept in a man.

I have just changed the title of Jin's part, in case it looked strange.

Get to know the life of the members of Bring On The Night! The pop/rock band of the moment that has a whole generation addicted to their music, lyrics and performers.

| Kim Seokjin: The Bassist

You were Jin's childhood friend, the one who always went to all his bass practices, the one who went to all his mini concerts, the one who tested the songs before he played them live, you were even the first person he ran to tell the news that his band had been dominated to his first award.

The problem with this? You were always just that to Jin, the typical childhood friend he wouldn't give up for anything in the world, but would never see as anything more.

A few months ago Jin started dating yet another girl, a certain Yeji, whom he had met in college.

You were starting to feel how awful it was to be just another friend, and you wanted to give it your last try before giving up forever with Jin and moving on with your life.

| Min Yoongi: The Producer

You had been in a fully sexual relationship with Yoongi for over 5 years. Yes, you went out on the occasional date in secret, but nothing out of the ordinary, nothing that would make the public think you were a couple, or sex partners.

You had never had a problem with this, until little by little you noticed how you started to feel things for him that definitely had nothing to do with your fully sexual relationship, so you did what you did best.

You ran away.

| Jung Hoseok: The Composer

You met Hoseok in a dance class you had during your last years in college. The two of you hit it off perfectly and decided to stay in touch.

You talked to him when he won his first award, he talked to you when he heard you got a permanent contract at your current company. You called him when you found out he had landed a fairly well known girlfriend in the middle, he congratulated you on finding your fiancé.

Now, 2 years after that, you had no idea how to tell him that your husband and his fiancée were fucking in your bed.

| Kim Namjoon: The Drummer

You were Bring On The Night's manager since their debut. You had taken good care of them, always tried to give them a reasonable schedule, always talked to interviewers before interviews, always tried to keep them safe without asking for anything in return. That's exactly what made Namjoon fall at your feet.

From the beginning he always had eyes for you, he always drowned in his feelings thinking about how annoying it might be for you to stay on the job knowing that he had feelings for you.

However, this same attitude not only attracted to him, but to other guys who worked in the same industry. It was this very thing that made Namjoon decide to fight for you, even if it would destroy your working relationship and friendship.

| Park Jimin: The Keyboardist

You were Jimin's girlfriend during his pre-debut era. You would go to support him at practice, bring him food, water, sometimes even a change of clothes. You loved the way he loved his job, but love wasn't always enough to overcome the adversities that made life as a star. That was made clear to you by the Ceo of Bring on the night's discography.

You broke up with him shortly after his debut, you didn't give him any explanation, you simply told him that you didn't want to be with him anymore and you left.

Years later, in the present day, Jimin had become a world star, famous for his talent on the keyboard, and you, for your part, had achieved your goal of becoming a critically acclaimed actress.

What you never thought was that, as you were both on the same level, you would inevitably meet at events such as awards shows, and, to be honest, you didn't think you could ever say no to Jimin again.

| Kim Taehyung: The Guitarist

For the first time in your entire career as an artist you had gotten into a scandal, and one of the worst scandals there could have been. A rapper whose name you didn't even know had told hundreds of gossip channels that the two of you were in a solely sexual relationship.

Now, with no excuse to give because no one would believe you without proof, you and your manager decided to make a completely risky bet; talk to Kim Taehyung, the guitarist of BOTN and ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend. To your surprise, he didn't hesitate to accept.

The deal was clear: neither would have feelings for the other, neither would meddle in the other's relationships, and neither owed the other any explanations.

At first you thought it would be simple, just another performance, just like you did for your music videos.

How wrong you were.

| Jeon Jungkook: The Vocalist

Jungkook considered himself a very tolerant person. He tolerated Jin with his horrible jokes, he tolerated Namjoon breaking his stuff by accident from time to time, he even tolerated Jimin stealing his stuff, but there was one specific point where he would never tolerate any bullshit.

That point was you.

The day he found out the idiot you were dating, he almost broke his phone from how hard he smashed it against the wall. He believed you deserved better, no, he knew you deserved better, no doubt about it, and he was more than willing to show you what would be the minimum point you should accept in a man.