Bangtan Love

“Taehyung...” the tallest frowned, “You want me to believe that a mere powerless, fragile human is an Alphas Mate” he raised an eyebrow still unable to believe the other.

“For fuck’s sake Namjoon, Jimin almost screwed her brains out on the sofa, he was acting like a damn bitch in heat, no normal female human would get him like that” another male chipped in, “even Jungkook is whipped for her” he pointed at Jungkook who in turn just shrugged his shoulder.

“Yoongi please, this doesn’t make sense, please think logically.” Namjoon insisted. Never in his many years of being with countless females or even werewolves had he felt any raw animalistic urges to mark them as his mate, let alone even considering a human as a potential mate for life.

“But it is true, Namjoon, you have to believe me, I couldn’t control myself when I met her. I know I like flirting and playing around with females but she...” Taehyung paused and rubbed the back of his neck, frustrated that the Alpha wouldn’t believe him, “She was so beautiful. I felt like she was so perfect for us like she would fit right in, so challenging, so wild and free!” he exclaimed, the excitement clearly showing. 

“Calm down there pup, she isn’t yours,” Jungkook said in a firm tone, making Taehyung nervously shift in his seat. Jungkook looked at Namjoon who just sat there pondering at the possibilities of the existence of such humans. A human who could stir up even an Alpha werewolf’s heart.

“I guess I need to meet this Y/N that’s making the pack go wild” Namjoon finally decided that he had to see to believe and that the words of his excited brothers were just not enough proof. “It could just be the moon or the hormones, was she on her period or something?” he turned to Jimin.

The smaller and gentler looking werewolf chuckled, “No, I would’ve noticed on our previous encounter, trust me.”  he giggled at the last part, making the reason too obvious.

“Then I must go pay the little Y/N a visit sometime,” Namjoon murmured to himself.

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You had been extremely cautious on campus ever since your little incident back at the Bantang household. You dreaded meeting Jimin or Taehyung again, afraid of how you might find yourself tangled in their hands again. You had just accepted the fact that you had learned of their secret- or at least that they weren’t normal humans and that they were surely going to contact you again. Damn, were they going to kidnap you? murder you? prey on you like what the wolf wanted to with Little Red? did they have some magical powers that could erase your memories? “Holy shit, I’m fucked.” you barely whispered out loud.

“Why are you just staring at your lunch? I can always have it if you don’t want any” Jackson, your best friend waved his hand in front of your eyes, hoping you would come back. “What’s gotten into you lately?”

You let out a sigh, “It’s...nothing really, I’m just overthinking things” you took another bite of your peanut butter and jelly sandwich, lately, you just couldn’t find your appetite, mind preoccupied with Bangtan scared that they might show up the next corner you took, “I hope” you sighed again.

And just like that, two whole weeks had passed. Maybe you really were just being way too paranoid. Maybe they decided to leave you alone since you never spilled their secret. An implicit agreement of we won’t kill you if you don’t speak sort of thing. You decided that was most likely what had happened and felt like you should go back to your usual life without worries.

You walked into your most hated course of the semester, not because of the teacher or the subject, after all, it was just an ethics course that almost everyone had to take at some point. All you had to do was sit in class, read and hand in whatever work the teacher wanted you to write about. The reason for your hatred was because although you only had this class once every week, you shared the same room and roof as her - Sara. The annoying bitch that for some reason couldn’t keep her loud self to her side of the room.

“Huh, so it is true,” you heard her say. Great, here we fucking go again... you rolled your eyes and turned the opposite way from the source of the voice, the girl sitting next to you looked at you and shook her head almost taking pity.

You could hear the loud clacking of Sara’s heels, who wore heels every day to class anyway? “What do you want?” you deadpanned wanting this encounter to end as soon as possible.

“You see...” she sing-sang as she approached and stood in front of your seat, putting one of her palms on the desk and flipping her hair with the other hand. “There’s this little birdy that told me that you, Y/N, went to Bangtan’s house alone and fucked one of the guys,” she giggled and looked around the room, trying to catch everyone's attention.

“And where would you get that baseless rumor from?” you raised your voice challenging her, she was known to be a troublemaker, thus not a lot of people really believing the garbage that came out her mouth. Deep inside though, you were shitting bricks, did someone actually see you? the only one that knew was Jackson and no one else, and you knew that boy was loyal.

“Oh Y/N, someone saw you and of course, they told me. And now I’m telling the whole class!” Sara exclaimed and clasped her hands together clearly enjoying this, “So I guess it is true, isn’t it? You went to their house.”

You felt irked, why was she so annoying? You weren’t the type to be stepped on either, so you took a deep breath and readied yourself for chaos.

“Yep, so what of it?” you smiled.

Sara’s eyes widened a bit, not expecting you to admit that publicly, she then smiled, “did they give you their number? call you back? contact you again?”

You shook your head, thankfully.

“Then I guess they didn’t like you huh?” she continued and you raised an eyebrow at her statement because Jimin sure as hell looked like he was enjoying himself back then. “They dumped you just like the other girls, one fuck and forever dumped” she added.

Oh.

Ooooh.

Now everything makes sense. 

As if everything in the puzzle finally fit together, you finally made sense as to why the boys hadn’t shown up since then. That must be it. The rumor was true then, you were just another girl they fucked -or almost- and dumped. You let out a small relieved sigh confusing Sara. You were glad that they weren’t out there plotting to kidnap you for knowing their secret, they were just bored of you and since you had kept your mouth shut, they let you free. Right? 

Right?

Sara pursed her lips together, not liking the way you were ignoring her attempts at ruining your day, “I would feel so bad knowing that I did so badly in bed” she cleared her throat trying to get you to react to her.

“Right.” You hummed.

Sara frowned, she wasn’t satisfied with your reaction. You, on the other hand, could give no shits about childish Sara at the moment, too happy to finally have your mind at true peace. Just as Sara was about to say something else, the professor entered the room and asked everyone to sit down, making the upset Sara cross her arms and stomp back to her seat.

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You were so preoccupied with texting Jackson and sharing your little feud with Sara as you walked down the halls that you had failed to notice the tall male that stood still staring at you as you approached his way. Face glued on the phone and to no one's surprise, you crashed against the body, the person's solid chest making you smack your phone to your face. Ah- Dammit, not again... you took a step back and rubbed your hurt nose while putting your phone away.

“My bad” you offered a dry smile.

“Y/N” he smiled showing his dimples.

“Hm? Yeah, do I know you?” You analyzed the male in front of you, his hair was combed up and dyed ash silver, sun-kissed skin, around 1,80. He wore very casual clothes: loose gray t-shirt ripped jeans and sneakers. It would be a lie if you didn’t admit that he was very attractive.

“N-, Y-yes? Maybe? I’m not sure...technically no, heh.” He looked down flustered and for a second you could’ve sworn that he was blushing slightly, “I’m Namjoon, nice to finally meet you Y/N” he extended his hand to shake yours.

You took his hand and shook it lightly, shy at first but then slightly confused. It wasn’t too rare for guys to ask you out or try to get your number but something about him seemed different, he spoke to you as if he really knew about you. The man called Namjoon must have sensed your confusing state, so to get things going, he moved to the side gesturing you to keep going on your way.

“So, how have you been?” surprisingly, the male decided to keep walking next to you, slowing down his pace every few steps so he wouldn’t get too ahead of your short steps. Honestly, you couldn’t help but find this cute. “I was wondering perhaps you would like to talk for a bit, somewhere more private?” 

Is he a stalker? am I in danger? You pondered, honestly weirded out at what Namjoon had suggested, you had no reason to go somewhere more “private” with him. “Uh, Namjoon... I don’t know you. Honestly, this is so stranger danger to me.” you said bluntly, cutting the bullshit.

“Huh. Guess I need to hang around a bit more around campus then...” he murmured to himself, you were still unsure on whether or not you should let your guard down in front of the handsome male. Suddenly he let out a laugh, taking you a bit by surprise.

“Okay then, if that’s all then I need to be on my way...” you waved goodbye as you picked up your pace, wanting to get away from him. There was something strange about him that you just weren’t sure what it was, your safest choice was to keep a distance from him.

Namjoon sighed, “I know that you know, Y/N” his voice dropped a few octaves as you slowly registered what he meant, you felt your heart drop and cold sweat breaking as you came to the realization of what he was referring to. You turned around wide eyes. It can’t be...no, I thought this was over.

“W-what do you mean?” you stuttered as you saw how Namjoon’s expression turned from friendly to serious, his stare piercing you, almost too intimidating. The man started to walk towards you, hands tucked in his jean pockets. 

Namjoon towered you, definitely. Eyes looking at you fiercely, one of his hands coming up to caress your cheek with the back of his fingers, “Y/N, the boys told me that they went crazy for you. I mean both Jungkook and Jimin? Taehyung I understand, he’s...easily excitable...” he trailed off and tilted your head slightly to the side exposing your neck, “You smell sweet, I guess that’s different from others...” he mumbled to himself.

Your breath hitched, unsure of what to do. This man, this Namjoon guy knew Jungkook, Jimin, and even Taehyung. He knew that you knew about them, was he one of the Bangtan? You weren’t sure you had seen him around, what did he want? Your mind was all over the place, nervous and yet curious about what was to happen as you listened to Namjoon. Something about him captivated you.

“Let’s go home Y/N,” he said and grabbed your hand, taking you to what you assumed would be the Bangtan household, to what he would call home. “We need to talk, all of us.”

You followed.

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You weren’t sure why you followed Namjoon, you should’ve run for it, called Jackson, the police, your mom, oh how would she have screamed at you for not listening to your stranger danger radar. Yet here you were, getting out of Namjoon’s expensive Audi who-knows-what model sports car, you weren’t too knowledgable in that area. You were however somewhat familiar with the grand house you were about to enter, your last adventure with Jimin flashing past you as you saw the sofa, this time the house looked clean and organized.

“Y/N!” you heard a male shout as you entered the house, you looked up to find the familiar boxy smile man coming out of his room and greeting you from the second-floor balcony that looked over the living room and entrance. You smiled at him, he must have used his sharp senses and noticed that you were here- 

Oh, right...oh god, you had just willingly entered a house full of non-humans, why do you make such poor choices in life? Is this okay? was this it? Was this how you would die, in the hands of seven beautiful men?

“I need to send my location first” you announced just in time for everyone to hear. The rest of the Bangtan Boys were gathering in the living room some faces familiar, some not. You took your phone out and texted Jackson: I’m at the wolves den. Bangtan boys invited me over, I willingly stepped into this house again...curse their charms and good looks. Pray for me.

You could hear a loud and cheerful laugh coming from a brown-haired male as you sent the text to your friend. You looked up to find him trying to hold back his laughter, “We won’t hurt you, trust me, if any of us did anything to you the Alphas would have their fangs on our throats” he chuckled, you could notice that he had a very loud and bright personality.

“Okay, listen, I’m sorry I found out about your secret, I’m sure you don’t feel safe with me knowing...but I actually came here to say that I won’t tell anyone, I haven’t and I have no need to.” You turned to the unknown faces and smiled, “I don’t have anything to gain from that” you assured.

You were standing in the middle of the room, the seven boys all surrounding you, listening. Their expressions unchanging, as if focusing on something else and not on what you were saying.

“This human is the one?” a small-framed very fair-skinned male asked, “I’m not quite convinced, sure she’s banging from head to toes, she looks like she has personality but an Alpha’s Mate? not too sure about that” he slurred his speech, “didn’t you say you jumped her when you saw her, huh lover boy?” he pointed at Taehyung, your eyes turned to him horrified. Just what had they been talking about without your knowledge?

Taehyung nodded and Jimin came forward, “Now, don’t go all denying the fact that you all don’t smell her” Smell you? did you stink? You were uncomfortable with his remark, “She smells so sweet, I can’t describe it, it makes me go crazy even now” he winked at you and smirked. You rolled your eyes, you hated when they treated you like that, all superficial charms and empty words, you were too used to it.

All eyes were on you, their pupils dark, you felt like hopeless prey in front of them. Looking around the room you decided that you didn’t want to be the center of attention anymore and eyed the empty seat next to Jungkook and went to it, “Okay, you wanted to talk right Namjoon? Let’s talk!” you smiled nervously as you settled next to Jungkook who held his breath and lowered his head.

Namjoon observed the pack’s reaction to your presence, amused at the way Jungkook had just reacted now. He watched how the youngest of them let out a deep breath before leaning back on the sofa and turning to stare at your side profile. Meanwhile, in your seat, your hands slightly brushed against Jungkook’s when you went to push your long hair back behind your ears, a nervous habit of yours. Immediately you felt the strange sensation on your hands once again, it traveled up your arm and made your heart pound. Am I having a stroke or something? You touched your forehead anxiously checking for fever or sweating. Anything really that could explain the tingling.

“Y/N, let me introduce you to the pack as one of the Alpha’s,” Namjoon finally felt like easing the tense atmosphere, “We are a pack of werewolves, nothing too different from your species honestly, just stronger, better looking, faster...you could say that we are more enhanced humans” he explained.

“We also turn into big bad wolves” a male you have yet to be introduced to joked, “think of us as humans that sometimes act like canines who may or may not turn to big dogs when too emotional.”

You sat there trying to take everything in, time flew by as each member tried to chime in and tell you about their species although honestly, this was too much for you to take in. You turned to Namjoon when he loudly clapped two times to gather everyone’s attention.

“Okay okay, so let’s wrap this up it’s getting late for Y/N, I’m sure she has plenty of information she needs to take in,” Nanjoon proceded to point at Jimin and introduced every member to you, “That’s Jimin, you know him. That’s the oldest Jin. Yoongi, he’s a bit snarky but you’ll like him. Taehyung, no need to say anymore. This is Hoseok, he’s quite hyper. Then there’s me Namjoon and finally...” Namjoon looked at the figure next to you. Your body too aware of his presence.

“Jungkook” you breathed out and turned to face the male. His stare was piercing, lips slightly curling into a smirk as he reached out to gently hold a strand of your hair and letting it slip past his fingers.

“Nice to see you again love” Jungkook whispered to you.

“He’s the youngest, a bit tough and hard to read sometimes but deep down he’s a softie” Namjoon teased and received an Aish, Hyung from the younger one. “We have many things to discuss with you but we need time, I just want to make sure however that you know the following things...” the Alpha’s expression turned serious and everyone in the room quieted down.

“One: You cannot and must not tell others about us.” You nodded.

“Two: We are not the only ones of our kind, obviously.” You gulped and nodded, never really having thought about it. Were you hanging out with other werewolves without knowing?

“Three: Bangtan is not like the other packs, we are quite...unusual” you raised an eyebrow curiously, “Do you know what an Alpha is?” he asked you.

You gave it a thought, “Well, I guess it’s the leader? Of the pack? I guess” Namjoon hummed approvingly of your response.

“In a simple way yes. It’s the one that leads a pack, the dominant one.” his eyes slightly shifted to your left, your eyes following the direction of his gaze. “Bangtan...” he sighed, “Bangtan has three Alphas,” he said with slight annoyance in his tone.

“So you mean...Jungkook is an Alpha...” you reached the conclusion since Namjoon didn’t leave the gaze off the younger one even though he was talking to you. He must be referring to him as one of the Alphas, you thought.

Namjoon nodded, “and the third one is our lovely Jimin, though he might not really act like one. Don’t let him fool you.” Namjoon set his sight on you again, “Packs are not supposed to have more than one leader do you know what I mean Y/N?”

“N-not really...”

“We will decide and must decide who the top dog is” you sensed the tension in the air, this must be a sensitive issue for the pack. You weren’t sure why he was telling you this information.

“Y/N, you’ll help us” Jimin’s soft voice filled the room and the contents in your stomach turned, feeling a bit nauseous you frowned at Jimin, almost asking him to rephrase what he had said because your ears couldn’t believe him.

“I think I’ve overstayed” you got up and scrambled to grab your bag and headed towards the door, “This is not my problem, I appreciate that you guys trust me, but this is just too much, I won’t tell anyone but please keep me out of this.” your hands reached for the door handle only to have a large warm hand grab your wrist and stop you.

Your eyes opened wide, still not used to the superpower shenanigans that the boys were capable of doing, you pulled your hand away and looked at the owner of the hand that stopped you. Jungkook. 

“Y/N, let me take you home.” 

“No thanks, I’m fine.” you opened the door and it was dark outside, realization hitting you that Namjoon had been the one to give you a ride and that you were going to have to walk back home alone at dark in a very lonely neighborhood, it was at least half an hour walk. You pressed your lips together and took a deep breath, you had to do this, it’s too late to turn back, you weren’t going to embarrass yourself asking them for another ride after being the one to rush out.

“I wasn’t asking you,” Jungkook said dryly and stepped outside with you, he took out the car key and the same Audi sports car flashed its lights and unlocked itself. “Let’s go” he grabbed your hand and guided you to the car. The hand that Jungkook held felt incredibly hot and tingly, you blushed at the thought of holding his hand and settled in the passenger seat trying to ignore the rise in your body temperature.

“It wouldn’t be too crazy to assume you already know where I live”

“Yep,” Jungkook admitted. Of course they knew, they had probably investigated everything about you by now.

The first few minutes of the car ride was awkward. Pure silence and the sound of the car moving to its destination. Your hands holding tightly onto the seatbelt, unsure of what to. Next to you, Jungkook’s eyes were focused on the road, once in a while, you could hear him sniffle. “You can just leave me on the other side of the road so you don’t have to turn around-”

“Nah” Jungkook responded.

“I just don’t want my neighbors to see me come out of this flashy car, they’ll think I’m with a pimp or something” you almost facepalmed hard at the lame excuse. 

Jungkook turned to you and you could feel he was judging hardcore, “Y/N...” he frowned, “just what kind of reputation do you have with your neighbors? Getting out of a nice car doesn’t mean you pimped yourself out that doesn't make sense.”

You opened your mouth to refute but he was right, you sighed, “I...just feel a bit uncomfortable here, you’re just- you’re impossibly intimidating Jungkook.” you confessed eyes straight on the road.

Jungkook couldn’t help but chuckle, “Am I really?” he turned to you once more, this time his expression different, mischief in his eyes.

“Are you serious? You’re just so quiet, and tall, to me at least. Big and everything I see you wear is black! You also look like you’re ready to break someone's face if you wanted to just for the fun of it.” 

Jungkook looked down at his clothes. Yep, black hoodie, black cargo pants, black boots, black hair. He almost laughed at your comment. “Well damn Y/N, now that you say it, I see what you mean!” he smiled amusingly, corner of his eyes wrinkling a bit. Your heart almost jumped out of your body.

“Plus, you guys don’t exactly have the best reputation around, especially with women” you added, “I’m not sure why you guys want me to help, I really don’t wish to involve myself in any Twilight Jacob werewolf-vampire dispute or whatever problem you guys have.”

Jungkook frowned, “Vampires don’t exist.” 

“Oh, but werewolves do?” you deadpanned.

“Yeah, well- not the types from romance novels, those kind vampires don’t exist.” he rubbed the back of his neck slightly uncomfortable with the topic, “As for werewolves, it’s complicated.”

“Complicated is an understatement,” you rolled your eyes, this conversation was ridiculous. Part of you just couldn’t believe the monsters you thought were fictional were very much real and breathing next to you. The other part of you very much so believed it all, after all, you had personally witnessed the powers. 

“Do you like scratches?”

“Huh?” Jungkook almost stopped driving, unsure if he understood your question, “what do you mean?”

“You’re a dog right?”

“Wolf. Werewolf. Part wolf.” he corrected you as saw a small pout forming on his lips not really liking you comparing his species to a regular household canine.

“Same thing, so do you?” you didn’t know what had gotten into you but your curiosity was getting best of you, you had to know now the answer, you didn’t wait until Jungkook verbally gave you an answer and reached out to him. You put your hands behind his ear, your fingers slightly tangling with a few strands of his hair and gave it a go.

Immediately, Jungkook tilted his head to the side, “stopstopstop” he giggled, “y/n this is dangerous, I’m driving!” he was trying to hold in his laughter. You pulled your hand away satisfied with the confirmation of your thoughts and burst out laughing.

“You can’t tell the others about this” he gave you sheepish smile.

For a second you were lost at the sight of this Jungkook, it was different and new seeing him show a softer side of him. You hadn’t noticed that he actually had very soft yet manly features: big doe eyes that you just discovered now that you had taken a good look at him- they weren’t that intimidating now that he wasn’t looking so serious, thin upper lip, his longish dark hair just reaching below his eyes. He looked very youthful, playful, innocent-like even.

“Stop staring so much, or I can’t promise I’ll control myself before I get you home if you keep this up” his words smacked you right back to reality. You whispered a quiet sorry and wanted to hide, Jungkook had just caught you staring.

“I wasn’t staring. I was just...taking in details of your face” you lied, “not every girl is dying to get in your pants Jeon.” you frowned.

Jungkook smirked slightly unable to hide his enjoyment, he set an arm on the window sill and rubbed his lips, he sucked in a bit of air through his mouth and looked at you sideways tilting his head back a bit, “Am I really just that handsome?” he raised and dropped one eyebrow cockily. 

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing at his silly expression, of all the things that could happen you didn’t picture yourself laughing with Jungkook during the car ride, both of you giggling at his endless exaggerated meme-able expressions showing you how “handsome” he could be. You were laughing uncontrollably the whole time this happened, truly comfortable with the Bangtan member. Maybe they were decent people after all.

“Jesus stop Jungkook! Focus on the road!” you laid your hand on top of Jungkook’s, giggling and his grip on the staring wheel tightened, his eyebrows furrowed and you let out an audible gasp. It was as if there was a spark when your hands touched. You immediately pulled your hand away and held it close to you dumbfounded as tingling started to take over it.

“I-i think I’m showing signs of heart attack or stroke, I don’t know, my hand...” you nervously spoke. Jungkook, on the other hand, slowed down and steered to the side of the road and parked the car on the almost empty street. He sighed before turning to look at you.

“Jungkook, I’m worried. It keeps happening whenever I’m around you guys or I don’t know if it’s a coincidence but i-”

“Calm down Y/N” Jungkook cooed, grabbed both hands and lowered them down, “Please, breathe” he whispered with concerned eyes. He could hear your heart quickly picking up the pace and you panicked, “trust me, it’s not something bad, just breathe, don’t panic.”

You took a deep breath in...and a deep breath out while looking at his lowly dimmed face. His hands felt very warm holding yours and although there was a tingling sensation, there was no pain or any other symptoms, your heartbeat going back to a steady and normal rhythm, your panic most likely the reason for its rapid beating. You somehow managed to calm down while doing breathing exercises with Jungkook, who watched you carefully the whole time.

“Looks like your hearts back to normal” he smiled, “you’re not having any sort of heart attack, you just panicked” his thumbs rubbed calming circular motions on your palm, “this tingling that you feel Y/N, I feel it too.”

“You do?” He nodded.

“It’s a sign,” he whispered lowly almost inaudible, “that we’re meant to be.”

He looked at you with half-lidded eyes, his gaze so soft and sincere that your body started to react to him on its own. Jungkook’s gaze dropped to your lips and he slowly leaned his body in, also acting on instincts. As if you could feel his very warm body heat spread over, you also started to feel the warmness in your cheeks as you could feel his face draw closer and closer. You felt like you were under a spell.

“Jungkook...” you mumbled and he stopped his movement immediately, his eyes traveled to yours as if waiting for permission to continue and you responded by lowering your shy gaze down to his lips, you weren’t sure if this was correct, you weren’t completely registering what was happening as you were mere seconds from kissing Jungkook. And it happened.

His soft lips touched yours lightly, lips slowly exploring yours, almost scared of hurting you or perhaps he was giving you a chance to back away before it was too late. But you gave in, you leaned forward and responded to his kiss by deepening it, intensifying it and Jungkook loved it.

“God you’re driving me mad right now” Jungkook pulled away to look at your expression, your half lid eyes were staring back at him, your lips slightly parted and breathing heavily. Your face truly begging for more and it was costing Jungkook inhumane self-control to not just take you right there. He cupped your cheek and his thumb caressed it as you melted into his touch, he was being so gentle with you that you just didn’t know how to coherently respond to his actions.

“I should get you home now” he whispered and left a kiss on your forehead, you both settled back in your seats, Jungkook once again focused on the road and you on the warmness on your forehead on the place his lips had touched. Your whole face was heating up, you hadn't said a peep, the mind too preoccupied replaying everything that you had failed to notice that you were home.

Jungkook got off along with you and stood next to you as you were a nervous wreck trying to open the door to your home. “Jackson’s not home?” he finally spoke.

You nodded and opened the door, the familiar smell of your house invading you. Coffee and food, mixed in with the lavender smell from the air freshener. “Do you want anything to drink?” you asked as you took off your shoes and settled your bag on the counter.

Jungkook didn’t expect you to invite him in, all he wanted to do was really make sure you were home safely. He looked around the house, it was pretty normal, not too messy yet organized in its own way. It suited you. He took a step in and closed the front door making sure to lock it.

“Water is fine, I’ll stay until Jackson’s back” you hummed as you went over the fridge and passed him a cold bottle of water. You told him to make himself at home, turned on the tv and that you were going to change into something more comfortable.

Oh god, why did I invite him in? It just happened so fast I couldn’t stop myself, he did give me a ride, this is just a small thank you- You spoke to yourself as you quickly put on your usual home clothes. A thin, loose, very worn out t-shirt and pajama shorts. You rushed out of your room not wanting to keep Jungkook awkwardly alone in your living room on his own for too long.

“Y/N”

“Yeah?” 

“Do you usually wear that at home?” Jungkook frowned eyeing you from head to toes and stopping his gaze at your chest. Oh. You froze in the hallway as you were making your way to the living room, and stared back at Jungkook who was sitting on the sofa eyes glued on you.

“I can see your tits poking, y/n” Jungkook was an honest man.

“STOP STARING” you shouted and covered yourself. Out of habit, you had taken your bra off when you had changed, a routine you did every day at the end of the day. As you were about to turn around and head to wear something more proper, you felt something pull you back and stop you on your tracks.

Turning around you realized it was Jungkook, again using his insane speed to get to you. “Does Jackson get to see you walk around the house like this every day?” his tone was low, dark, he almost sounded mad.

“No- Yes- Maybe?...” you stepped back and Jungkook stepped forward. You were clearly trying to put some distance between you now that you felt exposed, but he didn’t quite get the message through. You couldn’t help but blush at the fact that Jungkook was staring at you, knowing that just a flimsy fabric was keeping him from seeing your direct skin. 

It’s not like it was the first time a man admired your body or that you hadn’t been with a man...It’s just the fact that it was the Jeon Jungkook that was the one that was staring you down, he somehow made you feel flustered.

“Stay back. I don’t like it when you guys get too close to me.” He continued stepping forward.

“Why not?” he paused and tilted his head to the side waiting for your answer.

“I- It’s weird, I don’t know, I can’t control myself. YOU guys can’t keep your hands to yourself” Jungkook lips slightly curled up, he found your flustered self cute.

He continued to corner you until your back was facing the end of the corridor, he looked very composed, confident, unlike you. His big innocent doe eyes no longer there when his hand reached to touch your lips. 

“Show me what he sees every day” he whispered leaning down next to your ears.

Your body was on fire, there was something about Jungkook that made you so attracted to him despite barely knowing him. You gulped nervously and lowered the arm that was covering your breasts, you immediately felt your sensitive nipples perk up and rub against the fabric, clearly visible through the shirt.

Jungkook took a deep breath in, “Jesus Y/N, look at yourself” his hand went down to cup your breast and gave the nub a few circles with his thumb, “you should at least be considerate with your roommate, how much self-control do you think humans have?” his hot breath was on your neck, his hand gently fondling your breast before he rested both his hands on your hips. 

He was right, you hadn’t realized how uncomfortable this could’ve been for Jackson, maybe he hadn’t said anything because this was your house after all. You saw him as a really close friend you could trust and he was very respectful of your space so you had never once realized that your comfort could be a discomfort to others.

You gasped when you suddenly felt Jungkooks large hands get under your shirt and grab your breasts harshly, “Don’t go thinking about others when I’m right here Y/N” he warned, “focus on your Alpha” you let out a moan when he pinched your nipple as a form of punishment. You felt your lower region tighten and wetness on your panties, you were so incredibly turned on by the way he was showing his dominance over you, you didn’t know you had this kink.

His lips claimed yours once again, this time the kiss was more intense, both of you desperate and holding onto each other while you paused to take a breath, “Wheres your room?” he asked breath shaking and you pointed to the room to your left. It didn’t take a second for Jungkook to barge right in as he pulled you in along with him.

He held your thighs and lifted you up easily and you wrapped your legs around his waist, kissing him as he walked towards your bed. He dropped you down and stayed above you never once leaving your lips, you moaned into the kiss when you felt him grind his hips right between your legs, you could very much feel his length hard against your clothed core.

“Y/N, tell me if you don’t want this” he mumbled as he lifted your shirt up and left small kisses around your chest, he then took your breast into his mouth and gave your nipple a bite and pulling it with his teeth, you hissed at the mix of pain and pleasure. He continued to devour you, leaving kiss marks all along your breasts and every once in awhile biting down harshly, you were sure you were going to be covered in marks the next day. “Tell me Y/N” he asked again.

“J-Jungkook!” you could only moan in response to his treatment, there was no way you were able to give him a coherent answer and he knew it, he was only having fun with you. Jungkook never gave you a chance to rest or to process anything, his lips, and hand touching you all over never giving you a chance to catch your breath. You felt his weight off you for a second only to be drowned again in pleasure when you felt his slender fingers slide between and over your clothed core.

“You look so beautiful to me right now” Jungkook whispered as his fingers slowly slid up and down, he stopped at your dripping core and slightly pressed in, teasing you, making you wish he had taken your shorts off so you could feel him inside, “God, the faces you make when I touch you like this.”

He added even more pressure and your back arched, hands grabbing onto the bedsheets and moaning out his name. You moved your hips to get more friction, to have his touch all over your pussy, you wanted release, you wanted him inside, you just weren’t sure what you wanted anymore but you needed more of Jungkook.

“Please, please just fuck me already” you finally begged him as you held onto his arm, your hips never stopping as you chased after your orgasm. Jungkook’s breath hitched and he completely pulled away and stood in front of you, admiring the messed estate you were in.

“Take it off and show me your pretty little cunt” he took his shirt off and you could’ve sworn you felt yourself wet even more. Jungkook looked at you in a very erotic and cocky expression, his eyes full of lust. He licked his lips and growled as you took your shorts and panties off together, revealing your wet dripping core to him. You bit your bottom lip and started to slowly, teasingly touch yourself for him, you parted your folds and showed your glistening core to the man before you, showing how your pussy was aching to have something inside.

It took every ounce of self-control for Jungkook to not jump you right then, but he didn’t because he too also enjoyed the teasing game. He slowly pulled his pants down enough to reveal his clothed member. Your eyes followed his every movement, you gulped when you saw how big he looked. “You think your pretty little pussy can take me?” he taunted you palming his cock. 

You nodded and circled your clit with your slender fingers, letting out a small moan trying to seduce him over, you could hear the wet sounds your fingers made as they rubbed against your dripping cunt.

“Fuck yourself, show me,” Jungkook ordered and your body obeyed. You slid two fingers in and arched your back, hissing as you felt a bit of burn, you started to slowly pump your fingers in and out of you while letting out small whimpers. 

“Just look at that cunt taking in those fingers so well, keep going, stretch yourself more or it’ll hurt when I fuck you,” he praised you as he stood there watching, he pulled his boxers down and his thick member pop out, he let out a groan as he started to slowly stroke himself spreading the precum all over his cock.

“God, please come here” you begged as you saw the glorious figure masturbate in front of you, “Jungkook, fuck me” your fingers headed for your clit as you rubbed hard on the nub, raising your hips as you edged near your orgasm, “please, please” you whimpered desperately. 

Jungkook snapped.

He lunged forward and crawled on top of you, lips crashing into yours for a messy kiss, his hands all over you, grabbing your breasts harshly and giving them a slap making your skin go red, you winced at the pain and pulled away from his lips, “I’m so close” you warned him and he pulled your hand off your cunt. You let out a gasp when you felt your orgasm fade away due to the lack of stimulation, “What are you-”

“I’ll have your first orgasm” he whispered hotly in your ear and flipped you on your stomach, he pulled your hips and easily put your ass in the air with his strength, your stomach filled with butterflies as you loved how you were being manhandled. 

“Fuck!” you cursed when his hand suddenly came in contact with your ass. The sound resonating in the whole room, “That hurt-” before you were done saying the sentence, his hand came down on your skin once again.

“I’m punishing you for teasing me so much” his tone was low, he grinned when you told him to not slap your skin so hard, “Can’t you take a bit of pain, my love?” he asked as his hands caressed the now bright red skin, trying to ease the stinging, “Sorry, sometimes I forget humans are so fragile” he went for another slap, this time much gentler. 

“Please stop teasing me” you softly asked with your face to the side pressed on the pillow, “I can’t take it anymore.”

“Impatient aren’t we? I’ll reward you this time.” he kissed your flush ass cheek, “for putting up with my teasing.”

His hands were on your hips again as he flipped you around, he propped your legs open and slid two fingers inside you without warning, your eyes widened and you gasped at the sudden intrusion. His larger fingers filling you up more and reaching in deeper than your own. He started out with a merciless pace, wet sounds filling your room as he helped you reach your high.

His lips roamed your body leaving kiss marks all over until he just like the other Bangtan stopped at your neck, he gave a long sensual lick, sending goosebumps all over your body, you could feel his lips curl into a smile and you heard a small chuckle, he must really be enjoying your reactions to his every touch. He pulled his fingers out and slid his middle and ring finger back in, you held your breath knowing all too well what was about to happen.

Just as you were about to protest that you weren’t going to be able to take it so roughly, you felt his other hand make it’s way to your neck, his long fingers wrapping around your thin neck, getting a good grip around it he tightened his hold. “Jungkook!” you gasped when you felt your airway tighten, his lips traveled to your ears as he filled your head with filthy sweet nothings making you blush harsh as you imagined it all.

“Can my bitch come all over my fingers for me?” he pressed his whole body onto you, trapping you under his hold, he gave your breast a kiss and the other nipple a bite and pulling it, your back arched at the pain, your whole body on sensory overload, the whole time Jungkook pumping his fingers in and out of you.

Jungkook pulled away from your body, letting go of your neck and your eyes lost focus as your body regained its normal breathing. He stayed on his knees, he opened your legs up further and leaned forward, putting his torso between your legs and supporting his weight with his left hand next to your body, his torso preventing your legs from fully closing in. You gulped, you knew what he had in mind. 

Jungkook gave you a wicked smirk as he tilted his head slightly up and looked at you with lustful eyes, “I’m going to make you lose your goddam mind Y/N, you’ll forget what Jimin even tried to do to you” he curled his fingers upwards, searching for that spot, the one that would make you snap and break, “I’ll have you thinking about me and your pussy is going to wet your panties as you remember how I made you cum”.

He found it.

“Jung-!” you barely got his name out as his fingers started to furiously pump in and out of you. He pushed all the way in and moved his hand up and down with his fingers curled inside, the palm of his hand also rubbing deliciously against your sensitive nub. You were seeing stars, you were a moaning mess, body covered in sweat, hair sticking to your forehead, your body was trashing all over the place, 

“Jungkook, I can’t-” you groaned and grabbed the wrist of the hand that was fucking you so well, you couldn’t take the extreme feeling, you felt your whole body lose control, “God I- going to-” you were a loud mess, you held onto his wrists hoping he would slow down a bit but he slapped your hand away and pinned it down with his free hand.

“You are going to take it all” he continued to watch the faces you made, his cock twitching, desperate to be inside your sopping cunt, “I love seeing you like this” he bit his bottom lip and added more force against your clitoris with his palm, hand rubbing up and down, “God Y/N please come all over us both” he urged.

You nodded desperately, your orgasm just a few seconds away, your legs fighting to close together but Jungkook stopped them and made you take it all. 

And then it hit. You screamed out his name.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he whispered as your body tensed, your legs started shaking and his hand slowed down a bit as your orgasm took over, you felt your juices spill, with Jungkooks movements making it sprinkle everywhere, you felt some of it fall on your thighs, most of it dripping down to your ass cheeks, you felt the mattress dampen as you shut your eyes and let it all out.

You heard Jungkook curse as he pulled his fingers out of your sore region, his hands landing softly on your thighs drawing circles helping you come down from your high, he watched as your chest breathed in and out rapidly, he listened to your heart pounding inside trying to calm itself after an intense orgasm. 

“I might have ruined fingering for you,” he suddenly said.

You rolled your eyes and grinned, half agreeing with him and shifted your body to the side to look at him and your breath hitched, you saw how Jungkook was still holding a massive hard-on, his cock standing proudly in between your legs, you honestly for the first time felt worried being with a guy, not too sure you body was going to be able to take him after that.

“What’s wrong love?” he followed your gaze and looked down at himself, smirking, his eyes flipped up and met with your horrified look, “don’t worry love, I had plenty of fun this time” he smiled, the corner of his eyes forming wrinkles. He rubbed your inner thighs lovingly and stepped down the bed, pulling his pants back up and searched for his shirt.

You stared at your ceiling, feeling the soreness creep up and take over your legs, you let them slump down and let out a sigh. Why were the guys so irresistible to you? You normally weren’t so easy to sway. Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt the side of the bed dip as Jungkooks figure sat at the side next to your spent body. 

“How are you feeling?” he pushed a couple locks of your hair away from your face, “I...got a bit carried away, I really was just going to wait until Jackson was back-”

“Y/N?!”

Your eyes widened.

“ARE YOU FUCKING HOME?!” you heard Jackson shout outside in the living room followed by the slam of the front door, “I’m going to murder you for leaving me hanging after you said you were at their house!” he voice grew louder as he was closer to your room.

Your heart was pounding, you jumped up and scrambled to put on your clothes, this time also putting on a bra underneath. The whole time Jungkook stayed seated and watched you panic, a playful smile plastered on his face. You ran to your bathroom to check yourself out and make yourself more presentable. when you stepped out you froze when you saw Jungkook still where you left him, you didn’t know what to do. Your eyes scrambled around the room for solutions and stopped at your window. 

No way, this is the second floor...

“Y/N?” Jackson knocked on your door.

“I’m here!” you shouted back, stared at Jungkook and silently mouthed ‘you need to leave’, “I’m in the bathroom, I’ll be right out!” you told your friend.

“Why didn’t you answer my calls?” Jackson asked through the door.

Shit.

You grabbed your phone and unlocked it, 5 missing calls and 10 messages all from Jackson. You own loud moans and Jungkooks fingers inside you probably made it hard for you to notice anything. You were busy reading the missed messages from your concerned friend that you failed to notice Jungkook had gotten up from where he was.

“Sorry, I-” you were suddenly interrupted as you were pulled into a kiss, his hands cupped your face as his lips met yours so suddenly that you didn’t have time to react when he had already pulled away, “What?...” you whispered.

He rested his forehead against yours, your faces merely inches apart, “I hate when you pay attention to other males when I’m right here” he murmured.

“Y/N?” You turned your head to the door, the voice reminding you that there was another person in the house. 

“Jackson, I’ll be right there” you lied and heard Jungkook chuckle behind you.

By the time you turned back to Jungkook, he was gone from where he previously was and was opening the window. He can’t be serious...you told yourself. 

Oh but he was. 

He took a look outside as if calculating where he would land if he were to jump from there. Thankfully only your empty grassy backyard was waiting but it was still a long way down. A frown suddenly formed when you knew that Jungkook was indeed going to jump down from your window.

“No! what are you thinking? You’ll hurt yourself” you whispered really low as you grabbed his arm and tried to pull him back in, he already had one of his legs dangling outside, “Are you stupid? just wait until he goes into his room, just wait here.”

Jungkook grinned and his youthfulness really showed this time, his playful nature showing when he poked his tongue out, “You really have a lot to learn from our kind, y/n” and with that, you watched as Jungkook’s body slipped out the window and fell down.

You poked your head out the window in time to catch Jungkook landing smoothly on the ground with a squat to soften the fall, kind like how cats would always land on the feet. He got up and looked to see you watching him, he smiled, waved at you and jogged away, you watched him until his frame was out of view and stepped back in your room dumbfounded. 

What the actual fuck was that? How could you not be one bit hurt from that?

You finally stepped out of your room and headed to the living room where Jackson was laying on the sofa eyes busy on his phone.

“Sorry, I was taking a shit”

He looked at you in disgust, “You’re nasty.”

You giggled and went to join your best friend on the sofa, you went to hug him as usual when he suddenly froze and looked at you. You noticed he glanced at your body briefly and frowned, “You stink, go shower you nasty person.”

You tilted your head to the side, he had never said anything like that before, maybe you did smell like sweat after your little session with Jungkook, you blushed as you stood up a bit too conscious and wondering if you did smell, “Yeah, I had a long day. I’m going to take a nice relaxing bath.” 

“Yeah, you better wash that stink off,” You slapped his shoulder playfully at his remark, you smelled your shirt but only picked up the scent of fabric softener and the body cream you always used.

The white top hugged around your top area in all the right ways, wrapping around your breasts as they stole the glances of many partygoers in the room as you were quite gifted in that area. You had also worn very tight leather pants showing all your curves from behind.  The gap between your short top and your pants, which showed your toned stomach, teased everyone for more. Your male friends told you repeatedly that you looked incredibly sexy tonight -without looking vulgar- and you definitely felt sexy and confident, ready to take on the world…That was until the girl in front of you had ‘accidentally’ spilled her drink on you.

“Shit, are you okay babe?”

Jackson, your best friend asked turning you around so he could see the stain on your shirt,  “I warned you,” he mumbled as he tried help to wipe the stain away with a napkin. You frowned, finally able to process the situation unfolding before you, you pushed Jackson’s hand away from you and glared at the girl in front of you.

“The fuck Sara? You could’ve at least made it less obvious” you hissed and Sara let out a sarcastic ‘Oopsies’. 

You and Sara were enemies, you both hated for no apparent reason really. You both barely exchanged any words and avoided each other like the plague or at least you did. Sara and you were the total opposite of each other. She was bright, cheerful, loud, popular, at times annoying. She also had quite the reputation with every good-looking guy that crossed her view on campus and bragged about it like she had nothing better accomplished in her life; But she was also beautiful, breathtaking, and curvy with gold wavy locks reaching her shoulders. She was always smiling without a care of the world and you had to admit, she had this charm that always drifted attention to her. What Sara wants she would get.

God, you hated her.

You, on the other hand, were quiet, calm, analytical, ruthless, and a savage when you had to be. Nonetheless, you were also breathtakingly beautiful. Girls envied your long silky black hair, your sun-kissed skin glowed when the rays of the sun touched it, and you had a healthy fit body with enviable body proportions. Your very long eyelashes and very dark irises flirted with guys whenever you felt like it to see their reactions, just to humor yourself.

Men usually stopped their tracks and watched when you walked past them on the corridors because you were "unobtainable", totally the opposite of Sara despite being one of the most desired girls. You knew you were beautiful, you knew that you could easily charm a guy to spend the night with but you refused to just invite anyone over to your private life. You just didn’t roll that way. You appreciated the attention but you also treasured your privacy.

“Watch it, Sara, enough is enough.” You growled and put on the baseball jacket that Jackson had offered you so you could cover up the stain, “Can’t you just go on a date with her already so she leaves me alone?” you complained to Jackson.

There was already a small crowd watching how the two most opposite and beautiful girls on campus were making a scene in the living room of someone’s house. You didn’t even know whose birthday party it was, Jackson just told you to go with him and you followed.

“Babe, I’m sorry…” Jackson whispered as he pulled you into an embrace once you were finally out of the house, “I’ll buy you another top, make it up to you” he winked and lightly pinched your nose. You let out a giggle, as much as you hated Sara being on your ass for hanging out with Jackson, you loved him as your best friend, he was a total sweetheart and a hyper puppy that was always there for you.

Jackson cringed quite hard at the thought of having to put his penis inside someone like Sara. She was probably the type that won't shut up the next day, and next thing you know the whole campus knows you had a fling with her.

“No,” he replied and helped you button up the jacket, “Let’s go” he grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the crowded house as fast as he could, just before Sara pulled yet another one of her antics against you out of pure jealousy since Jackson refused to pay attention to her. She resorted to bullying her ‘rival’ hoping you would leave his side so she had a chance to get in his pants.

“Promise?” You ruffled Jackson’s blonde hair and held out your pinky so Jackson could hook his with yours as a sign of sealing the promise.

“Anything for you.”

“AND YOU WILL ALSO GET ME A NEW PAIR OF PANTS!” You blurted out fast just in time as he hooked his pinky with yours, “There! You sealed the promise, b-“ You were about to turn and run away so Jackson couldn’t turn back on his words but instead you bumped into something, it was most likely another person.

“Shit!” You took a few steps back away from the broad chest that you bumped into, “Sorry, I wasn’t looking. Are you okay-“

Hell. 

It was him. You stared wide-eyes at the figure that towered you easily since you were quite short -1.55 meters was what your ID said. You were unable to figure out what to do next as you stared at his face. His dark hair was parted to the side showing a little bit of his forehead, his dark brown pupils staring back with menacing eyes, he had a strong jawline that was probably sharp enough to cut through anything…beautiful, you thought.

They were the reason you had dressed so provocatively tonight, you wanted them to notice you. They were known to be fuckboys but for some strange reason, they had never approached you even though you were on the list of ‘girls I want to fuck’ of many guys on campus and honestly this hurt your pride, just a little.

Rumor has it that the girls that were beautiful enough according to their standards were only allowed to choose one member to sleep with for one time. After that one time, the whole group would then suddenly ignore them as if their existence had left the earth to them. This happened every single time, why didn’t they go back for more? And why were the girls exclusive to one member for one time only? Ignoring the fact that it was “the best mind-blowing sex” and that the whole ignoring thing “ was all worth it” as the girls would claim, this strange behavior spiked your curiosity.

You never really slept with random guys , you were very picky when choosing who would have the privilege to sleep with you, something else was needed and that person needed to click with you immediately. The Bangtan Boys had always caught your attention, the mysterious aura that surrounded them, their perfection, their brotherhood, the way they handled women.

You fucking hated it.

“How’s it going Y/N?” You looked next to the dark-haired boy and found the owner of the soft voice, “Do you know who I am?” he winked.

Oh? Jungkook thought as a smirk slowly formed on his lips.

“Oh,” you cleared your throat, “Jimin” your voice squeaked, of course, you would recognize the beautiful golden-haired boy anywhere, every girl and their mom knew who these two and their friends were, they always surrounded by girls, always achieving something and being perfect. Your eyes slowly drifted back to look at the taller dark-haired figure, “Hey Jungkook” you addressed him dryly.

The world had suddenly stopped, you were starting to get intimidated by the presence of two members of the most exclusive social group on campus as they were standing before you. It was getting hard to breathe, the air around you was suddenly toxic to your lungs.  You started to get a tingly sensation on your fingertips and the feeling continued to travel up your arms and soon took over your body, your vision started to get blurry for a second.

“Y/N, it’s getting late, we should go…” You had totally forgotten Jackson was still with you, his voice pulled you back to reality and the numbness was gone. He grabbed your wrist once more to pull you away from Jungkook and Jimin and headed down the streets to safety, to where your house was.

Yes, we fucking should. You agreed silently and fled the scene with Jackson.

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Jungkook and Jimin’s eyes never left you as they watched your flustered expression when they stood in front of you, Y/N, the unobtainable. You were always a topic of discussion whenever the boys hung around together, the Bangtan Boys.  And here you were standing right outside their house, attending their leader Namjoon’s birthday party.

The seven Bangtan boys lived together, always had and always will. Their brotherhood was unrivaled; no one had been able to enter their clique in years no matter how hard they tried. The boys all suddenly appeared and enrolled together in University. Rumor has it that the number of enrollments doubled the next semester, the female students increasing considerably.

Where’s the ice princess that everyone desperately wants? Jungkook wondered as he stared at your petite figure, he wasn’t expecting you to react shyly in front of them; in fact, he wasn’t expecting any reaction at all. He could feel your uneasiness, you were reacting to them, and he loved it. He eyed your body from top to bottom and stopped at your impossibly tight leather pants, he licked his dry lips and let out a low growl inaudible to human ears.

Jimin heard the growl and chuckled, his eyes also fixed on you. His gaze was much softer, but still intimidating nonetheless. A frown slowly formed as he saw how Jackson grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from them. He took in a deep breath as you walked past them, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes in the air mixed in with your scent entered him, suddenly his breath hitched.

“Shit…” he cursed lowly but you didn’t hear him, you were too distracted having difficulties breathing to notice.

                                                          ---

A week had passed since the party. No Sara to bug you, no Jungkook nor Jimin to give you difficulty to breathe, everything went back to normal. Except you couldn’t help but have thoughts about the erratic breathing you had when you encountered the Bangtan Boys, maybe you should see the doctor just in case.

“Hey there baby girl,” Jackson sat next to you as usual in the cafeteria, he looked at you nervously, lips parted as if he was going to say something but no words came out.

“Spill it,” You demanded, you hated when Jackson started beating around the bush, “before I get annoyed,” you warned.

“Uh…I was told to deliver you a message,” he fidgeted his thumbs around, “You see, last time I saw your reaction I didn’t like it” he looked serious, which was rare in him.

“Go on…” you raised an eyebrow; being well known meant people talked about you, you were used to this, in fact, it amused you how people came up with such ridiculous rumors.

He took a deep breath as if preparing himself, “You know the Bangtan Boys? That really exclusive clique? Bunch of rich, handsome, smart, and fucking intimidating guys?” he paused for a second, “They invited you to their house.”

“…And?”

“Alone.”

Oh, well that doesn’t worry me one bit. Nope, alone with seven fucking scary guys people barely knew anything about? Hah. Not one bit shook. Jungkook? Jimin? Screw them.

“Why?” You asked.

Jackson shrugged his shoulders, “And you can’t refuse…” he bit his lip apologetically, “they said that if you guys didn’t meet, I could kiss my scholarship goodbye” he sighed, “Babe, you know I can’t afford-“

“They threatened you?!” you growled angrily.

He was about to say something but you hugged him tightly instead. Jackson had come from abroad to study when he won the scholarship, his parents were in Hong Kong and too old to work, let alone pay for such an expensive university you both were in. He worked part-time to pay for his things and you offered to share your apartment with him to lessen his expenses, all you asked from him was that he keeps things clean and pay his half of utilities. “It’s okay, I’ll go and kick their asses for threatening you!” you hissed.

“Hey, listen, I’ll be nearby waiting, anything happens just dial my number and I’ll listen to whatever is going on.” He hugged you back, “If you don’t talk in a while, I’ll know you’re in trouble and call the cops or some shit” he chuckled.

“Deal.”

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Well, this is it… 

You found yourself back once again standing in front of the large house where the party had been held out in the outskirts of the city, the houses had their own surrounding garden, and all were separated each to their own privacy. ‘This is a mansion’ you thought and looked back at Jackson who was waiting a block away in his car on standby. He waved at you and pointed at his phone reminding you to call in case anything happened. 

Finally, standing in front of the doorbell, you were ready to press it when the door suddenly opened and you were greeted with a tall male, his dark brown locks covering his forehead.

“Y/N!!” His deep voice greeted you and pulled you for a hug.

You froze in his arms. What is he doing? You were not acquainted with him, why was he hugging you in such a friendly matter “Hey, Uh- How about introductions first then hugs?” you gently pushed him away and set distance between your bodies.

“Taehyung,” he extended his hand out and flashed a boxy smile, he was almost too eager, so excited to see you just like how a dog would react when their owner returned home after leaving them alone for a day, “Come in!” he exclaimed.

You shook his hand and stepped inside the mansion. It wasn’t as extravagant as you had thought now that you had the chance to take a good look at it; perhaps watching the fictional rich characters in K-Dramas had set unrealistic standards for rich people. Perhaps they weren’t as lavish as you had though. Still, the place was absurdly huge even for seven people. The mansion had two floors; you assumed that the top one was where all their bedrooms were and that the first floor was where they socialized.  Not to your surprise, the place was messy with fast food bags and wrappers on tables and clothes thrown here and there.

“Your date forgot their underwear,” you pointed at the lace panty peeking out underneath the sofa in the living room, you sighed and sat down, “fuckboys” you mumbled lowly.

“For the record, she was not mine” Taehyung snorted, “she wasn’t my type” he eyed you up and down and you could’ve sworn you could felt shivers run down your spine with his stares, “Kitten, you though-“

“Leave her alone” a familiar voice growled behind you and once again the tingling came back.

“Just playing,” Taehyung raised his hands playfully as if surrendering to the other, “I just wasn’t expecting her to be so-“

“Perfect, I know” Jimin who was now standing next to Taehyung finished the sentence lips curled up into a slight smirk, “Jungkook almost lost his shit when he saw her up close” he chuckled.   

Jungkook what?

You scanned Taehyung while he chats with Jimin, you had seen him from far away, but never had the chance to really look at his features; he was just as handsome as the other two Bangtan Boys that you had met. He was taller than Jimin but slimmer. Jimin and Jungkook definitely looked more athletic. His hair was covering his forehead complementing so well with his tan skin. It was ridiculous how the Bangtan Boys were so genetically perfect. You couldn’t help but blush a little as your heart raced a bit from seeing such a handsome boy.

Suddenly the room was quiet, the look in Taehyung’s eyes changed, the look in them too familiar and too intense to ignore. Lust. It was as if his instincts were taking over him, his breathing heavy, eyes half-lidded, and tongue poking out to wet his lips. You weren’t sure of how to react and the damn tingling was back.

“Jimin,” Taehyung said darkly, goosebumps all over your skin at how low his voice got, “share her” he stared at you.

“Already am, with Jungkook,” Jimin stated.

Taehyung held his breath, “Fuck, say my name again” he rasped, voice dropped an octave lower, his stare similar to one of a hungry beast intently looking at you as prey.  Suddenly as if his last drop of sanity left his body, he let out a growl and he was on top of you, it all happened so quick, too quick for human eyes. You were on the sofa on your back, hands pinned above your head.

“Hello? What do you mean share- hello?Taehyung?” you waved your hand reminding them that you were still here. Never in your life have you felt so clueless, not even when some tourist had stopped you on the streets asking for what you assumed was some directions in a foreign language.

“H-Hey!” You felt Taehyung’s shaky breath on your neck, lips softly caressing your sensitive skin. The hand that pinned your own above your head tightened its grip almost starting to hurt you a bit. You were still too dazed to even comprehend how even got you in such a position so fast, “Taehyung!” you gasped when you felt his hands slowly go to your sides pulling your shirt up on the way.

Again, you heard a growl and suddenly Taehyung wasn’t on top of you anymore. Blinking a few times you brought yourself up into a sitting position and let out a gasp.

“Fucker told you not to touch her.” Jimin snarled baring his teeth at Taehyung before landing a punch to the taller male's face, “Don’t disobey.” He barked, eyes turning dark with anger.

To your surprise, Taehyung didn’t fight back but instead stayed still, obediently taking the beating as if acknowledging his mistake. Oh god, that must hurt. You flinched as Jimin threw another punch, this time you could see blood on Taehyung’s broken lips. You thought Jimin always looked calmer and softer, you were wrong. 

Panic took you over.

“Oh god, Jimin stop! He’s bleeding!” you rushed to their side and held Jimin’s arm that was in the air ready to throw another punch. His whole body froze and then he all his muscles relaxed, his eyes softened as he looked at you lovingly. The tingling on your body multiplied when he held your wrist.

“Aish, Hyung, can you please get off me now?” Your eyes widened when you looked back at Taehyung, there was no bruising or swelling on his handsome face, not one trace of evidence of the beating he just received. He wiped the blood on his lips with his thumb and licked it clean.  

Your eyes went back and forth between Jimin and Taehyung, both who looked as surprised as you were. “A-Are you okay? Taehyung, do you need an ambulance? I should call-“ you pulled your phone out about to dial the emergency number.

“Shhhh, babe, look at me.” Jimin cooed as he cupped your face, “He’s okay, look, come on, relax” he whispered trying to calm you down. The places his hands touched burning your skin, your face was burning, breathing getting heavy. Your whole body was on overdrive with emotions. You were scared, nervous, dumbfounded, what the hell was going on?

“Hey, Y/N…” Taehyung called you, “I’m okay, I was wrong and Jimin as the Alpha put me back to place. I’m not hurt, Kitten” he grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it, “Look at me.” He said softly.

You took a deep breath and looked at Taehyung, he had that goofy boxy smile on his lips, he was back to happy puppy Taehyung, “your wounds!” you gasped and reached for his lips slowly tracing your thumb over to where it should be broken. The wounds disappeared, gone, not one trace left.

“They healed.” Jimin explained watching you carefully, hoping you wouldn’t overreact, “Taehyung, go upstairs.”

The taller male nodded and complied immediately leaving both of you alone in the living room. Jimin helped you off the floor and both of you were back on the sofa. The tingles never once disappearing since Jimin had arrived. He sat next to you, observing not saying a damn word.

“Y/N, I’m sorry” he finally mumbled dangerously close to you, he wore the same look as Taehyung had in his eyes. Desire. He gazed into your eyes before dropping his eyes to your lips, licking his own as he leaned closer, “You see, we are…special, different from you.” He explained.

“Uh-huh…” you nodded silently, half-listening as your whole body burned, your vision was hazy, your body reacting weirdly whenever Jimin was close to you. You wanted to touch him, “freaks” you mumbled not backing away.

Jimin chuckled lowly, lips a few inches away from your own. You could feel his equally hard breathing against you, his eyes full of desire staring at your plump lips moving whenever you talked.

“We’re very possessive with what’s ours,” he continued whispering hotly, “We get rough sometimes, but still protect each other no matter what,” his hand reached up to cup your cheek, his head tilting slightly to the side, “We run on instincts most of the time, but we don’t mean harm.” He leaned his forehead against your own.

You couldn’t even comprehend half of what Jimin was whispering to you, you were so engrossed in your feelings, in your own desires to kiss the man.

“You okay?” he purred.

“I…I feel weird” you breathed and watched as his face drew closer and closer, you had the chance to, but didn’t want to pull away. The tingling replaced with a whole different feeling, your heart hammering in your chest, your lower region reacting to Jimin’s presence differently.

“I know,” He chuckled lowly, “I feel it too babe” his lips barely touched yours as if testing the waters first, wanting your permission to continue, “Can I?” he hoped you said yes.

Without giving an answer you slowly leaned into his lips, as if a magnet pulled you to him, inevitable, the attraction too strong to pull away from since you first met him. The kiss started out slow, passionate, savoring everything for the first time. His hands cupped your face and he held you gently, he bit your lower lip and playfully pulled and he smiled against your lips when you let out a soft moan.

“Jimin” you mewled and his lips left yours to travel along your neck, down the same path Taehyung had previously taken before, leaving a wet trail with his tongue before stopping at the curve where your shoulder and neck connected, he gave it a small kiss before traveling back up, his forehead against yours as he looked into your eyes, his breathing heavy.

“Jesus, y/n” he groaned, closing his eyes trying to calm himself down.

“I’m trying so fucking hard not to mark you mine right now” he hissed, you could see the pain in his eyes, he was holding back and you didn't understand what whole marking deal was. At this point, you had given him permission to continue touching you.

"Y/N, we need to wait for Jungkook for that” he claimed your lips hungrily once more. It was different this time, he was getting desperate, his tongue pushing past your lips to taste you even more. You could feel heat flooding to your core, wetness starting to soak your panties.

“What’s stopping you?” you asked, desperation in your tone.

"Jeon” he growled and pushed you down so you laid on the sofa, “hell, i can smell your wetness”, his lips resumed to kiss yours and his hands traveled down, he strongly grabbed your leg as he wrapped them around his waist, thank god you’re wearing a skirt how convinient.

“Baby, do you want to feel me?” he asked hotly against your neck, back again at the spot, “Answer me.” His grip on your thigh tightened with inhumane strength, for sure it was going to leave a bruise.

“I-“ you moaned when you felt Jimin grind onto you without a warning, his clothed hard-on brushing against your already dripping core, “Fuck!” you groaned, you felt his whole member as his hips grind upwards.

“You’re pulling on the last string to my sanity here” he confessed, teeth slightly biting the skin on your neck, you wondered why he was so attached to that spot in particular but you were quickly distracted as his hips repeatedly started to roll sensually, slowly against you, making you feel the outline of his thick member, “I want to take you right here, right now.”

“Then- ah, do it!” you begged as he deliciously rubbed your clit with every roll of his sinful hips, “Take me now.”

“Can’t” he sighs heavily, his hand going under your shirt as he pushed your bra up, his hand cupping your breast as he let out a low moan.

“I wish I could just shove my cock in and fill you up inside, would you like that my princess?” he teased your nipple by giving it light pinches, his hips never stopping, the grip on your leg tightening further.

“Mmm- Jimin, please” you moaned wantonly, you could just cum from his grinding alone, that was how good Jimin was making you feel, “I want you inside” you teased him and started to move your hips matching his rhythm.

“Fucking hell” He cursed, “I can feel your wetness through my pants, Y/N.” his hand left your breast and traveled down to where you oh so desperately wanted release, and you were close.

“Jimin…” you whined when you felt his hip leave you, only feel his fingers on your clit rubbing delicious circles around it, “Haah!” you let out a loud moan and ground on his hand, so close.

“Are you going to cum just from my fingers, hm?” he whispered against your ear, “You like that?” he pushed your damp panties to the side and came directly into contact with your hot dripping core. You were such a damn mess.

You arched your back in anticipation as you felt his fingers slide between your folds in a slow teasing way, “Look at how wet you are,” he showed you his glistening fingers covered in your own juices, “Taste yourself” he slid his fingers past your lips and you licked your sweet juices up, you let out a loud moan and his hip came into contact your naked core, the material of his pants creating sweet friction.

“Fuck!” his hips bucked into yours, stimulating your sensitive clit. His fingers still in your mouth, and his lips on your neck sucking on the skin leaving a hickey.

“Suck on my fingers, baby, imagine it’s my cock” he growled as he watched how your lips sucked and slurped his fingers, “That’s it, good girl” he thrust his hips against your heated core once again, “Feel that Y/N? That’s how hard I would be fucking you if I could right now” his hips snapped hard, the image of his dick inside you with every thrust sending you closer and closer over the edge.

“Jimin-Jimin…I-“ you were barely able to make a sentence, you were a moaning mess, hips shamelessly grinding against his, hands gripping his hair, holding onto your dear life, looking for release.

“I could easily slide right in, you’re dripping wet, fuck- I know you would cum just from having me enter you” he whispered hotly against your ear, hips thrusting hard, grinding, letting you feel every inch of his thick hot length slide against your folds each time your lower regions came together.

“Tell me, babe, would you like me to fuck you like the good girl you are?” he groaned, “Reward you for being so wet and ready for me?” he rested his hips to yours and started grinding circles, “ I want to feel you tighten around me, babe”

“Jimin!”

“I know” he hissed, his hard-on uncomfortably trapped in his pants, desperately wanting out and to slide inside your wet core, to feel how tight you were and to see how you would cum with him inside, he could almost feel his own release approaching. His fingers left your lips and found its way to your clit once again and he started rubbing the nub hard and fast, helping you reach your high.

Your eyes were closed, lips parted with only moans and incoherent sentences spilling out your lips. Jimin was pleasuring you in a way you never thought was possible, he knew where to touch, what to say, he knew how to break you down.

“Baby, can I feel you cum against my cock? Huh?” he breathing erratic and his thrusts started to feel more sloppy “Come on, let me see how you break under me” with one particular hard grind against you and his fingers working on your clit, you came hard, his name leaving your lips in a loud moan as you arched your back and white flashed before your eyes.

“Fuck- shit, That’s it, cum all over me, let me see your wetness on my pants” he went back to the spot on your neck and sucked again, further bruising the skin.

“So good, making me want to cum in my pants just like that” your endless moans were driving him insane, he loved seeing you come undone under him, overwhelmed by your orgasm.

“Cum for me Jimin” you grind your hips returning the favor, “Please.” You begged still riding out your high.

“S-shit” he cursed as he came hard in his pants after a few more thrusts against you. He stayed on top of you for a while as both of you caught your breaths and came down from your high. “I wish you were only mine” he whispered and leaned down for a kiss, this time it was slow and sweet. He finally got off you after one last peck and left the living room and headed upstairs.

You laid on the sofa silently, the past half hour replaying over and over in your mind. What even just happened? How could you let it happen? “Jimin just made me cum without even having his finger or member entering me,” You told yourself, almost wanting to see what Jimin was capable of doing had you gone all the way through.

Jeon Jungkook.

“What the-”

Your thoughts were interrupted with someone’s voice, you quickly fixed your clothes and sat up, embarrassed to show whoever it was your fucked up look.

Your heart stopped breathing for a second, the tingling feeling coming back. Just what the hell was thing weird tingling anyways?  You whined internally.

“Hi, Jungkook” you greeted him awkwardly.

He didn’t say anything, his eyes flickered around the room, your hair, your clothes, and sniffed the smell in the air, he was carefully analyzing the situation. He didn’t say a word and walked towards the sofa before dropping down next to you.

“You’re here?” Jimin came back in the room, he changed his pants. Thank god.

Jungkook stared at him raising an eyebrow, eyes glaring harshly at the blonde. Jimin couldn’t help but grin and hit the other on the shoulder, he giggled as Jungkook frowned.

“Relax, we didn’t go all the way,” Jimin said and winked at you. You could feel your face redden; you wanted to disappear from the room. How could Jimin have said that so casually? You hated that.

Jungkook sighed, “Did you-“ he finally started speaking.

“No, I didn’t.” Jimin responded as if already knowing what the other boy was going to ask, “Well, I did leave another type of mark…” he grinned and giggled once more.

You tilted your head in confusion and realisation came upon you as they were both looking at your neck staring. Taking your phone out you turned the front camera on, a huge hickey was now there, “Jimin!” you whined, oh you were going to have a lot of fun covering that up for sure.

Your phone started buzzing.

The room suddenly fell silent as you picked up your phone, it was Jackson, he must have been worried sick and was probably panicking when he saw Jungkook enter the house.

“Hey, are you okay?” he whispered. You couldn’t help but smile at his concern for you.

“Yes, I’m leaving now” you whisper back.

“Alright, I’m in the same spot. Kinda hungry actually…” he complained, “You should’ve been quicker.”

You face reddened once more when thoughts about dry humping Jimin flooded your mind again, “See you” you hung up and looked at the two boys who were listening intently to your conversation with Jackson.

“I’ll see you out” Jungkook got up and walked towards the door.

“See you next time” Jimin gave you a kiss on your cheek before heading upstairs to what you assumed was his room.

You walked towards the door and smiled at Jungkook, “This never happened, okay?” once again awkwardness.

Jungkook smirked; he grabbed your arm and pulled you close. He then started rubbing his face against your neck, as you felt his lips hotly trace the outline of it, he kissed the hickey Jimin had left, “You fucking smell like him and Taehyung” he whispered darkly against you, “Next time, let there only be my scent on you” with that he grabbed your chin and gave you a quick peck.

“Goodbye, love.” Jungkook closed the door behind you.

You stepped out the door dumbfounded, your body burning in the places where Jungkook had touched you, unable to process the strange events that happened inside the house. First Taehyung, oh god…the healing. You had already forgotten the bullshit harry potter-like magic happen before you, it was all Jimin’s…an image of Jimin grinding against you flashed in your mind.

“UGH” you shook your head and dashed to Jackson’s car. You needed to get home fast and forget everything that happened today.

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“That’s not fair, why can’t you guys share her?”  Taehyung pouted as he watched you dash to Jackson’s car from the window in his room.

“Because she’s an Alpha’s Mate” Jungkook explained for the nth time, “You’re not an Alpha, you aren’t strong enough to control your instincts around her. Not like Jimin did any better…” he mumbled the last part.

“She was born for us Taehyung, she’s was able to calm me down when my possessiveness took over and made me whop your ass. Even Jungkook has a hard time stopping me. She’s different than normal mates, she can handle our intimidation, challenge us, calm us and be normal with us. She’s on the same level as us.” Jimin sighed, the last part was true, Alpha’s were on a whole different level than the other wolves,  “and I’m sure you’ll find your mate soon” he teased.

“God, why do you Alpha’s have to be such jerks?” Taehyung dropped on his bed and started kicking the air like a child throwing a fit, “I live with three Alpha’s, that’s too much. It’s absurd. Doesn't even make sense! Other packs only deal with one.”

“You could always leave,” Jimin suggested, “start your own.”

Taehyung eyes widened as if Jimin had offended all his ancestors. That was impossible. Once wolves found their pack mates it was for life.  Leaving the pack and betrayal was unacceptable and you would end up being killed, a hierarchy was also extremely important in packs, it guaranteed their survival. 

The Alpha of the pack usually fought for the title, being the best of the best meant being the Alpha. There were some rare cases, however, where werewolves are born as the Alpha. The aura around them just too menacing and intimidating to be challenged by others, giving them automatically Alpha status like what happened with Jungkook and Jimin. They were born Alphas. They were born to be the best and they were the best.

Jimin laughed, “Do you think he’ll be affected by her too?” he asked Jungkook.

His expression darkened, sharing with Jimin was already a hassle; he definitely didn’t like the idea of sharing with yet another member of the pack.

“Now that you mention it, three Alpha’s is really too much, we’ll end up killing each other at one point” Jungkook joked around, “granted I’ll win” he flexed his muscles as he said that.