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PAIRING ot7 x reader
RATING Explicit. 18+.
GENRE smut. fluff. angst. nonidol au. wildnerness au. roommates au. friends to lovers.
SUMMARY Six months of quarantine have kept you apart. Somehow the distance sparks something new in each of you: questions, unfinished conversations, threads once chased now left cold. So when your roommate invites you to come with him to a mysterious house in the mountains with your friends, how could you even think of saying no?
WC 6k
WARNINGS AND TAGSĀ reference to reader with she/her pronouns. kissing. food play. discussions of sexual boundaries/expectations. discussions of kink culture.
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AN: this chapter has been so long in the making and i couldn't have done it without the possums sprinting with me or without the support of @calixwrites @xjoonchildx @thatlongspringnight and @illneverrecover who helped me pull together the mess that is this chapter. thank you so much to them. if you enjoy this chapter, i'd love to hear from you!
CHAPTER ELEVEN: PERSEPHONE'S TABLE
āIām in.ā
Seven pairs of eyes widen as you stand in the door, your red dress flowing around you, hair a little ruffled from the wind, face stinging from the cold. You look like a spirit of winter, flown in from the storm.
āAre you okayāā Hoseok begins to say, but Jungkook quickly stands up to speak.
āFuck yeah,ā Jungkook interrupts, clapping his hands together. āI mean, I thought we were going to eat first,ā he adds with a sigh, looking longingly at the food at the table. āBut me too. Iām in.ā
āThereās no doubt Iām in,ā Jimin adds. āIām not about to pass up the opportunity to get my hands on seven lovely people.ā
A giggle escapes Yoongi, a sound so foreign that you have to double check it's him. āThis is a lot easier than expectedāā Easy is not the word you would use to describe the last 36 hours. āBut I think itās pretty obvious where I stand considering I suggested it. Namjoon?ā
Namjoon looks a little flustered that heās been called on, but nonetheless, nods. āI think⦠I thought it throughāā His eyes flick up to yours. āAnd think this might be a good idea. After allā¦ā When he begins to trail off, you nod encouragingly, goading him on. āItās been a long time since Iāve had sex. And more than that, being cramped up here with you lotāā someone snorts at the word cramped. āāhas brought back things I thought were in the past.ā Before you can linger on what that might mean, Namjoon is already spiraling off in another direction, āAnd Iāve read! Iāve read so many things about the multiplicity of romance and, ahem, sex, and how the capitalisticstructureofoursociety really reliesuponthetwofamilyunit to produce workers and continue the cycle of poverty, and polyamoryāā his eyes widen at the word. Is whatās happening between all of you polyamory? That sounds so⦠official. āOr just sex, sex with multiple partners can be an active way of pushing against the patriarchy and impending capitalistic doomsday.ā And then more quietly, as if heās only just realized that he is in a room with seven people but needs to get the final word in: āPlus, the stigma against multipartner sex is historical, not biological.ā
āReading is nice,ā Jimin says. āBut you canāt have a book tell you what you ought to do in this situation.
Namjoon nods. āYeah, um.ā He scratches the back of his neck. āWell. I do, um, want this.ā And then a second time, but bolder: āI do. Really. Itās⦠important to me.ā
Yoongi and Jimin nod eagerly. Taehyung seems contemplative as he reads Namjoonās features carefully. Jin keeps glancing at the food. Jungkook, who looks a little nervous at first, whispers something to his neighbor, Jimin, a big dopey grin spreading across his face. Hoseok, however, holds a blank expression.
Taehyung looks to Jin. āWell, weāre both in, based on our discussion last night.ā
Jin rolls his eyes. āUh, yes, of course weāre in. But I just thought we would eat first before all of this.ā
Thatās seven yesās. And one unanswered. Seven pairs of eyes turn their attention to the one man who has been silent since you entered the room: Hoseok.
The man stands there, hands in his pockets. Out of all of you, Hoseok has always been the one to laugh first, crack a joke first, get on the dance floor first. And yet in this moment, heās the only one who holds back. The look on his face is one that you know well, if not frequently: that expression he gets when heās entirely focused. To an outsider, it might look like anger. But to one who knows, they understand that his features are drawn close in perfect concentration, his eyes locking on the center of his attention, his mouth pursing into a set line. It was one of the many things that you loved about him, these moments of intense focus that sat so opposite to his usually playful mannerisms.
Shouldnāt it be you in his place, hesitating, worrying that this step is going to fuck everything and everyone over? Instead, it feels like the cold wind from outside has cleared out your insides and left you with nothing but want.
When Hoseok still hasnāt answered, Jimin pulls him aside to whisper something in his ear, his hand stroking over Hoseokās back in a sign of comfort. You try to make out what he is saying with no luck.
āI canātāā Hoseok says, looking directly at you, heartbreak written across his face. And he turns on his heel and steps out of the room.
You watch the house of cards youād carefully built up in your mind tumble to the ground, unaware that failure was even an option. If all eight of you werenāt in, none of you were in. But you didnāt imagine it going this way. Not really. There was some part of you that thought it could just be this easy, really, this easy, that everyone would say yes and all of you would just fall into it in one swift, simple motion. That all the tension thatās been living in this house, strung between the lot of you would simply cease, like it was cut through with a hot knife.
A collective gasp shudders through the group. Your friends turn to one another, expressions of concern dancing across their features.
āWhatāā Jungkook begins, his brow furrowing as he watches Hoseok disappear. āIs he okay?ā The others mumble in alarm.
āIāll take care of it,ā you say, though, truly you have no idea how youāll take care of this.
You follow Hoseok out of the room, but he seems so lost in his thoughts that itās not until you catch up to him as heās crossing the glass bridge and reach for his shoulder that he stops.
At first he seems surprised that itās you, but he wraps you up in a hug that shocks you. Itās not until a moment later that you wrap your arms around him too and squeeze back.
āWhatās going on?ā you murmur into his chest.
Heās quiet for a moment before answering, pulling back and swiping a hand through his hair.
āItās just ridiculous. The whole thingās ridiculous.ā
Ridiculous? Just last night he had said it hadnāt been so wild of an idea.
āWhat? I thought you saidāā
āI remember what I said and I just, I got to thinking today and Iām not going to make you do something horrific like this.ā
āHorrific? What the hell do you mean?ā
Horrific is the last word you would use to describe any of this.
āIām not going to force you to become some sort of concubine to seven men,ā he says.
You laugh, thinking he canāt be serious. But when you see the frown on his face, you quiet. He is serious.
āIs that what you think this is?ā you ask softly.
āOf course thatās what this isāā
āNoāā
āOf course thatās what this is!ā He grabs your shoulders and stares into your eyes. āBut the thing is, you donāt have to do it just because you think that theyāre, what? Horny after all this time stuck in quarantine? Like youāre just supposed to go along with it, like some kind of sex slave or something, reduced to nothing but a set of holes to be used by seven horny men?! What are you going to do? Lay around the house all day just waiting⦠waiting to beā¦.used? Like a sexual vending machine?ā
āHoseok.ā
Itās clear heās spent an absurd amount of time in his head, sinking deeper and deeper into his anxiety. And while the image heās painted, well, it might not be the reality of the situation, itās also not the worst idea heās ever had. You, at the whim and will of seven beautiful men. Still, the man needs some course correction. Heās still gripping your shoulders, and you gently wrangle out of his grasp to step closer to him. You reach out and place a hand on his arm, trying to bring him back to you, to this, to reality.
āNo, no.ā
āNo, really, theyāve pressured you into this andā¦ā His brow furrows, as if heās hearing his own words for the first time and speculating at their reality.
āHoseok.ā He finally stops, his lips setting into a firm line. āNo one is pressuring me.ā
He frowns at you, contemplating what youāve said. Gaging whether to trust it or not.
āWhatās really going on up here?ā you say, tapping on his forehead. But when you begin to withdraw your hand, he grabs your wrist and presses your palm to his face.
You blink.
Heās warm beneath your touch, but you can feel a slight tremor when he speaks. But now, now, all there is are his eyes, brown and wide and searching.
āItās happening so fast,ā he says hurriedly, the words whispered into the ever narrowing space between you two. āI canāt keep up.ā
āWhatās happening so fast?ā
āEverything. Everyone. I thoughtāI thought I had more time.ā
āMore time for what? Nothingās ending tonight, Hoseok.ā He flinches under the formal name as if heās finally heard it, but itās too late to correct. If anything, tonight feels like a grand beginning. For you, tonight is the opening of the door to a whole new world. But when he looks at you, you know what youāve said isnāt true for him. Loss, heartbreak, flutters behind the warmth in his eyes. Heās losing something. Someone.
Still, he shakes himself out of his thoughts. His gaze comes back to you.
āYouāre sure thereās no one, no expectations or anything, that others are putting on youāYouāre sure this is something you want?ā
āOf course I want you, Hoseokāā
āWhat?ā
Itās only when itās too late that you realize what youāve said.
āYou want me?ā
āI want youā¦ā You say slowly, like testing the words on your tongue.
āAnd you want the others.ā Heās so quick to jump to the next thing. You just want to linger on what youāve already said, how big it feels, hovering between you both.
āCanāt you just listen to what Iāve said?ā
Sure, of course, itās been a long time without sex. And even with the introduction of your nightly romps with Jungkook and Jimin ā and your quiet moments with Namjoon ā youāre still left wanting more. Your time with Jungkook and Jimin didnāt erase any of the rest of the longing that lived in your chest. If anything, it merely stoked the flame higher. A flame that yearned for Hoseok, too, with a particular kind of ache.
āWhy donāt you believe me?ā
Hoseok rubs the back of his neck.
āWhy should I?ā
Heās so thick, heās so frustrating, you have no idea how youāre going to get through to him.
So instead, you reach up, press your hands to his cheeks, and kiss him.
It feels like a mistake the moment youāve done it. Itās like walking across a bridge, without knowing that thereās an end in sight. You donāt know how he feels, and for all you know, he could be saying all this bullshit about you being a concubine because he just needs a way out, and itās easier to turn it back on you than it is to look within. Heās always been this way. Itās been a long history of him keeping his emotions just beyond reach of you. Just beyond reach of himself, too. Even his thoughts, which felt less threatening to him than his own feelings, those too he kept caged up and hidden out of sight from you.
Hoseok is shocked, you can feel his shock shoot like ice through his body, like a bad memory,
All of a sudden it feels like that cab ride again, back in January, the silence sliding like a winter storm between you as you both stare out of opposite windows.
But his hands are gliding gently up your waist.
And heās stepping closer.
Itās awkward, fumbling, like re-learning to walk.
But then the ice of his shock begins to melt as your lips meet his, sublimating into something explosive. Something that sings of fire ravaging through a frozen forest, flames licking at icicles, ice vaporizing beneath touch.
Your chest burns with desire larger than you know how to name, how to know. It burns like a winter sun, shining through the trees on a dark day. Like eyes, aching as they adjust to the light.
His hands fumble across your skin, he presses in closer.
The burn intensifies.
And so abruptly, you pull away, like youāve been scalded. And force a soft smile to your face, despite the way you are quaking inside. And say:
āI wanted to do that. Does that say anything?ā
He nods, swallowing quickly and tugs at the hem of his shirt. āYes.ā
Silence hangs between you as he searches your face, looking for an answer to a question you donāt know.
āDo youādid you⦠want? Want me to do that?ā You stumble over the words.
He nods. āYes. Yes, Iāā He grips your hand in his and pulls you closer. āI did.ā For a moment, you think heās going to kiss you again. Breath is the only thing that hangs between you. But then he says, āAre you sure this is something you want?ā and nods back towards where the others are waiting.
āYes,ā you say.
He looks down and swings your hand back and forth, his gaze locked on your interlaced fingers.
āAlright,ā he says.
Part of you wants to linger, wants to kiss him again and give it a real shot and make it right. Not some fumbling, half-burnt mess of a kiss. But you see the thoughts spinning in his mind and so you say: āIāll give you a moment,ā and step back. The walk back to the dining room blurs in the mess of your pounding heartbeat. The boys are waiting for you.
Most of them are ogling the food greedily, Jungkook is even licking something off of his pinky finger. The rest are kind of lounging around, the chairs scattered, and that same warm feeling from before cuts right through your chest and warms you from the inside out. Whatever that was, back in the hallway, this, here, is at least familiar.
Even as a blanket of tension hangs about, which is fair, considering Hoseok had just run out of the room, there is a groundedness to the group. They take turns glancing at the door, picking nervously at the food, and mumbling to one another. But beneath it all, familiarity. Even if Hoseok is missing.
Your fingers unconsciously drift up to your lips, tracing over the skin where his lips were just a moment ago.
Jiminās eyes follow your movements, attempting to parse together whatās just happened. Your gaze catches his and you smile softly. He nods towards the hallway with a raised eyebrow and you shrug. Iāve done my best.
Though, youāre not sure that kissing the man whoās been swirling through your head all week was your best. Or in your best interest, let alone his.
Finally, Hoseok returns back to the group, face set and determined. For a just a second, his gaze flicks to you before he sets his face sternly and speaks:
He clears his throat. āSorry about that.ā And you know itās an apology directly to you, though, in all honesty, youāre not exactly sure what for. āAnd, um, me too,ā he states, his voice soft. āIām in.ā
A collective sigh echoes around the room, like a breath thatās been held has finally released.
āWell thatās settled, we can just get straight to itāā Jungkook says, slapping his thighs and standing up. He gazes around the group while everyone stares back in silence.
Oh. Oh!
Get straight into it meant nothing other than sex. It feels scandalizing in a sense, that the lot of you would just jump right in, no preamble, no introductions ā though, in a way, you all have been playing around the edge of foreplay for days now.
And what would follow?
Touch. Kiss. Dampness gathering. Fingers swiped through slick, brought to greedy mouth.
What would the lean muscle in Jinās shoulder feel like under your fingertips? Would the soft skin of Yoongiās neck taste the same after all that time? Would Taehyung be the same kind of lover as before, quick-witted and starving for pleasure? And what about the others, the ones who you havenāt touched, havenāt seen bare, havenāt taken within you ā what would they be like? Gentle? Greedy?
Who would taste you? Who would want to taste you?
Everyone in this room apparently, and the thought is confirmed by the hungry looks that are passed around the room.
Jin sighs. āSit down, Jungkook.ā JK looks at him with a confused face. āWe need to have a conversation first, donāt we?ā
Jungkook nods.
āWeāll eat and talk at the same time,ā Jin says. āSo much for a composed dinner.ā
āJin, you didnāt really believe you were going to get any kind of composure out of this lot, did you?ā you chide.
You all gather around the table. Jin and Namjoon take either side of you, the two broad shouldered men squeezing you into your seat. Not that you mind.
The food is already prepped and waiting on the table, like some glorious feast. The table is heaping with food, rice piled high in what must be the houseās finest bowls, and brightly colored vegetables.
Plates are filled with the bounty that Jin and Yoongi had prepared during the day. The piles and piles of food almost seems like too much, but then again you know that nothing goes to waste with this eternally-hungry group. Your gaze roves over the feast: the table is laden with meats and noodles and variations of stir fried vegetables sat among beautiful arrays of autumn squash, both cooked and on display. And at the end of the table sat what you can only describe as an overfilled cream pie.
āChampagne?ā Yoongi asks, and the room fills with enthusiastic agreement.
Yoongi stands at the head of the table, a stark reminder of where he sat just yesterday morning, sleepy and propositioning the rest of the group. It feels like it has been years since that moment.
When he twists the champagne bottle open with a dramatic pop!, it feels like a representation of tonight. The tension building, bubbling beneath the surface and ready to explode at any moment. Though as you watch him gracefully pour into several champagne flutes, laughing and chatting with his friends, you realize that even with your communal agreeal, the cork hasnāt loosened yet.
There is more to come. Abundance. Warmth. Like the food on the table. Like the men around you.
Hoseok, under Jinās guidance, begins to carve the meat. The way he handles the knife, his knuckles tense, and you feel it in your core. As your cheeks warm at the thought, his graceful hands expertly carving, you glance back down at your empty plate, trying to shake your mind of the images that fly through.
Hoseok, his fingers dancing over your back. Hoseok, leaning over you as he slips his hands down your pants, gliding along the delicate skin before plungingā
āCan I get you something?ā Hoseokās voice breaks through your thoughts as he stares at you with a note of concern in his voice. Thatās when you realize youāve been spacing out, mouth hanging open, staring at him.
āUm, yes please.ā
Your plate is passed around the table and quickly filled with the help of your friends.
āTo⦠us.ā Yoongi raises a glass and you all cheer, warmth spreading through the room as you all smile at one another, reaching across the table to toast each person individually.
āHey, hey,ā Jin says, when you clink his glass. āYou know what it means if you donāt make eye contact when cheersing?ā
āHm?ā
āIt means seven years of bad sex.ā
āOh.ā
He holds his glass up again, and you do it properly this time, a sly smile spilling over his lips as he lets his gaze linger on you.
āThough I wonder, if youāre septupling your sexual partners overnight if you might be able to make up for that bad luck in a seventh of the time.ā He shrugs. āWeāll leave the math up to the fates.ā
As you settle into dinner, a comfortable clatter of eating fills the room. Hums and cries of delight rise from the table as everyone exclaims at the deliciousness of the food.
āThank you, Jin,ā you say, reaching over to pat him on the leg. āAnd Yoongi,ā you raise your glass to your friend at the head of the table.
As everyone settles into dinner, Namjoon is the first one to speak, getting straight to the point. āThe first thing we should do,ā Namjoon coughs, āIs address the elephant in the room.ā
Jin nods. āWe canāt keep secrets around each other ā we should have privacy in our own lives, yes, absolutely ā but this whole sneaking around thing is no good for any sense of trust in our relationship.ā
Your heartbeat hammers in your chest. He knows. How could he not, when you nearly told him everything yesterday? You just thought youād be able to tell everyone that you, Jungkook, and Jimin had been fucking on your terms, not like this. But too, thereās a kind of relief in it finally coming out.
Jungkook hangs his head but doesnāt say anything.
āAnyone?ā
A long silence hangs over the group. Jimin catches your gaze from across the table.
āJungkook? Anything youād like to share with us?ā
The young manās head snaps up as he takes in the room around him and the weight of all of his friendsā eyes upon him. His body is tense, but he takes a deep breath, and on the exhale, his shoulders fall. āFine. I admit it,ā Jungkook grumbles at a barely audible level. āWeāve been fucking.ā
The room explodes.
āWhat?ā
āExcuse me?ā
āFucking?ā
Someoneās chair screeches backwards and a glass of wine tips over, staining the white table cloth. Hands dart out quickly to dab it up.
āI thought you were just planning a surprise party?ā Someone says.
āI thought this was some kind of flashmob thing?ā Hoseok says.
āMe too!ā Namjoon chimes in. āThatās, thatās what we talked about.ā
āFlashmob?ā you snort.
āThe sweat, I mean, come on!ā Namjoon fades into silence as the realization dawns on him. āOh. The sweat. The fuck?!ā
āHow could we not?ā Jungkook continues. āGoddamn I hadnāt come in someone coming up on a year and here are two very very attractiveāā
āTwo?!ā Namjoon exclaims.
āTwo?!ā Yoongi cries. āAnd you didnāt include me?? And who?ā
āWell, weāre including you now!ā Jungkook says back.
āMe,ā Jimin says softly from his seat.
āFair enough,ā Yoongi says, sitting down again. Hoseok is quiet. Namjoon however, is still wildly flustered.
āAnd here I was thinking it was the right thing to hold backā¦ā he grumbles.
āYou were a perfect gentleman, Joon,ā you reassure him. āItās quite a flattering look on you.ā He catches your gaze and flushes at the compliment, looking down at his hands.
āStill, I canāt believe I didnāt know.ā
The room quiets as the knowledge and understanding settles on all of you.
You slip your hand underneath the table, letting your palm settle on his knee before gliding up to rest on his thigh. Namjoon looks shocked but composes himself and throws you a sheepish smile. After a moment, his hand drifts down and settles atop yours. Not holding it, just, just resting.
āIf anyone cares to know, we were fucking,ā Taehyung says, gesturing between himself and his boyfriend.
āShut up Tae,ā everyone echoes.
āBut on a more serious note,ā Jin cuts in. āDoes that information change anything for anyone? That some of us have already been sleeping together?ā
You canāt help it. Your gaze flickers to Yoongi. For a moment, you feel like itās January again, his dark eyes shining at you from across a dark room, a secret shared between the both of you. But you tear your gaze away from him when his flickers up to you.
Everyone is looking at one another, reading for Jinās question: does this change anything? Yoongi seems unfazed, but beneath it you know heās curious. Jimin looks cool and collected, lounging on his chair, examining something on his palm. Namjoon looks a little nervous but reflective. Jungkook, waiting. Jin and Tae, playful as ever. And Hobi, well. He seems to be in complete and utter shock.
You wonder what kind of shock. If heās still reeling from the information that you, Jimin, and Jungkook have been playing the beast with two, well, three backs. Perhaps heās still processing this whole change in relationship between all of you. Or maybe heās still in shock from the kiss. You stop yourself there. Either way, he doesnāt look too pleased, staring into his wine glass, unspoken words brewing behind his gaze.
So you give him a minute, shushing Jungkook by nudging him with your foot beneath the table when he starts to say something.
āI guess it doesnāt change anything,ā Hoesok says, finally. āWe all have pasts. We all have⦠needs.ā
Thatās the word. Thatās what it feels like, wanting him. It feels like a need. His gaze catches yours and you smile reassuringly. You hope the layer of worry that hides beneath your smile doesnāt show through.
Lost in thought, youāre surprised when Namjoon interlaces your fingers beneath the table. He gives you a little squeeze, as if to say You alright? You squeeze back, throwing him a soft smile, a reply of Better, now.
āThe next thing,ā Yoongi cuts in. āBefore we go any further with thisāWe need rules.ā
āRules?ā
Namjoonās grip on your hand tightens beneath the table.
āExpectations, understandings. Boundaries.ā
āWell the most obvious one: is anyone straight?ā
Silence settles in the room.
āJungkook? I thought you wereāā
āUh no.ā Jungkook says sheepishly. āNot, um, anymore.ā Anymore? āQuarantine might have changed more than one thing.ā
Some of your friends look surprised, while others just nod along, like they expected this the whole time. Taehyung is one of the former, taking the news sincerely and chewing over. But the conversation quickly moves on.
āNo blanket consent statements,ā Taehyung adds thoughtfully to the conversation.
Yoongi pouts. āReally? None?ā
āOnly if youāre the one giving them out,ā Taehyung corrects. āI donāt know, it just seems too messy.ā
āYouāre right,ā Yoongi says, though thereās a note of disappointment in his voice.
āEverything should be negotiated day-of, moment-of. With eight people, thereās too many moving parts.ā
You all nod in agreement.
Yoongi takes a long drink of his wine and you watch as his throat moves as he gulps, and as a little bit of the red liquid dribbles out of the corner of his mouth. He swipes it away with his thumb, catches your glance and sends you a wink. You smile and look away quickly.
Jeez. How the hell are you supposed to be doing serious thinking right now when all of your friends somehow look like sex gods doing nothing more normal than eating their dinners?
āAny hard boundaries?ā Jimin asks.
āOh my god please no vore,ā Jungkook blurts. Seven pairs of eyes blink back at him. āPlease donāt eat me,ā he adds softly.
āWhat kind of deep dark internet hole did you go down? ā Yoongi asks. āThatās even darker than where I go.ā Hoseok leans over to Yoongi and you catch a whispered: Where do you go?
Jungkook flushes a deep shade of red before hiding his head in the crook of his arm.
āQuarantine was a long time,ā he says, in place of explanation. āAnd reddit is a vast resource.ā
The rest of you share some of your hard limits one by one. Thereās the usual: no poop, no punching or kicking, nothing non-consensual. You insist on no anal fisting. There are a couple that surprise you though. When Jin states that he, under no circumstance, will engage in cock and ball torture, Jungkook pipes up and says heās willing to try it. Hoseok shares that he has never bottomed, but when asked, he says he wouldnāt mind giving it a shot under the right kind of circumstances. Though someone reminds him that thatās a soft limit, the boys exchange glances, as if fighting over who will be the first to top their friend.
The reality is, that at the end of the conversation, there is a broad range of exploratory space between you and your friends. A space so large it nearly frightens you.
Thatās when you notice across the table, a shining, waxy red fruit.
āWhere on earth did you find pomegranate?ā you ask Jin, bewildered.
āI knew it was your favorite.ā Jin grins back at you, and Jungkook tosses the red fruit to you from across the table.
āCatch!ā
You toss Jin a brilliant smile as the red fruit lands in your hands.
An imperial orb, Jimin had once described it as.
And holding it, you feel the weight of not only its flesh, but its significance. For a moment, the image of Persephone, reaching for the pomegranate flits across your memory. Reaching for the dangling fruit, it was the sweetness that had sealed her fate.
You dig your fingers into the hard skin of the vibrant fruit andāohāit squirts out, staining the white table cloth and, you quickly realize, your neighbor.
Namjoon has already loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his dress shirt, his chest smooth and shining in the candlelight. And now, pomegranate juice drips from his chin, rolling down his neck, about to stain that beautiful white shirtā
āLick it up,ā someone calls, probably Jimin, and before you know what youāre doing, you reach for the broad man, running your tongue first along the hard planes of his chest and trailing up, up, up to his neck. He shivers when your tongue traces his throat, the skin especially sensitive. You smile at that, and he looks down at you, brown eyes gleaming with amusement. And more.
āMe too,ā Jin says, and you feel a hand on your back. With regret, you lift your lips from Namjoonās neck and turn towards him.
Jin has smeared pomegranate across the cut of his chin, and it dribbles down his neck, already staining his collar. But youāre not one to refuse a beautiful man, and so with careāand leaving a hand on one of Namjoonās thighsāyou press your lips to Jinās neck. The juice stains your lips, turning them a bloodied color.
You take your time kissing up the column of his throat, painting the smallest of caresses against the soft skin of his neck. Unlike Namjoon, he doesnāt tremble beneath your touch. Instead, his grip tightens around your waist, pulling you closer. You gasp when you are pressed skin to skin against his chest, your hands reaching to his collar for stability, nearly falling into his lap.
āYou can use more than your lips, darling,ā Jin murmurs in your ear. āI never did mind a little nibble.ā And so with that, you skate your teeth along the hard edge of his jaw, drawing a sharp his from the tall man. You end it with a peck to the corner of his jaw.
When you look back at the table, everyone is staring at you, mouths hanging open.
āThat was hot as fuck,ā Jimin says, throwing a wink at you.
Jungkook, though, looks a little miffed. The table is dressed with both main courses, side dishes, and desserts, and as Jungkook reaches for a baklava, you realize just how delightful it is to eat sweets with the main course.
He frowns as he takes a bite, honey spilling down his lip. Jimin, next to him, leans over and swipes the golden liquid from the younger manās pouting lip. Jungkook watches in awe as Jimin sucks the finger into his mouth, a sly grin spreading across his features.
āWhat else?ā Yoongi asks, clearing his throat, and finally all sets of eyes are on him.
āNo leaving anyone out,ā Jungkook says a little too quickly, glancing at you, Namjoon and Jin. Namjoon beside you is a little stiff and breathing hard. His hand fumbles for you under the table, and finally falls on your knee. You smile up at him.
āHow does that work? What does that look like?ā
āSay, for example, someone wants to have sex with six out of the seven other people in this house? That just seems like a setup for drama,ā Namjoon adds.
āFair enough,ā Jin echoes.
āSo no more than five in a group.ā
Five. Wow. Five still seems marginally larger than you know how to coordinate.
Jungkook chuckles nefariously. āThat means that we could split up, hyungs, maknaes, andāā he waggles his eyebrows as a sign of what he means to fill in the blank with. Group sex, with different iterations of the group. Your stomach tightens in anticipation of the hundreds of different arrangements there might be.
Namjoon and Jin pressing you up against a shelf of books.
Jimin and Taehyung fucking you in the pool.
Yoongi, Jungkook, and Hobi having their way with you on the dinner table. You, spread out like some garnished and carefully prepared delight.
Frankly, the possibilities are endless. And you have a feeling that your day-to-day life might finally surpass the fantasies of your dreams, the ones that have come to haunt you with desire for months now.
Taehyungās voice breaks through your reverie. āIt feels a little unfair that she gets to sleep in Hobiās bed every night,ā he says quickly, his eyes flashing up towards you.
You bristle. āItās my bed too!ā you say before you can consider the implications of what heās just said. Taehyung wants you in his bed. Again.
āYou know what he means,ā Jungkook corrects.
āI suppose I could see what he means by that,ā Namjoon adds, just a little too casually. You raise an eyebrow at him. You hadnāt pegged him as the jealous type.
āIāll choose where I sleep,ā you say.
āLike a wandering bed ghost,ā Yoongi cuts in.
You glare at him. āThe other option is that I get my own room. Whoās willing to give theirs up?ā
The room falls silent. One person raises their hand.
āPut your hand down, Namjoon,ā you sigh. āIāll be the wandering bed ghost of the Kim manor.ā
āDo we have to do a seance to summon you?ā Hoseok chirps.
You light up at his humor. It has felt like a long moment since he cracked any jokes.
āYouāll have to sing a mating call,ā you joke back.
But the reality of your words finally hits you when no one laughs. Instead you find all of your friends staring back at you, a mixture of shy and blank and yearning expressions splayed across their faces.
In reality, youāve all just agreed to add a big long mating dance to your friendship and thereās only one thing left to do: dance the dance of the beast with, well, eight backs.
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I think about Sh a lot. This story is an escape - the magic in it is so complete and up until now itās felt like being wrapped in a warm, cozy blanket but sitting with your feet dangling over the edge of the bed, knowing there probably isnāt a monster thatās going to get them, but maybeā¦
This chapter is feet on the floor. There might be grit on the floorboards, but theyāre real and solid. No monsters.
While I was reading, I kept screenshotting my favorite bits to comment on specifically and then I realized I was just screenshotting all of it.
But just a fewā¦.
"And I've read! I've read so many things about the multiplicity of romance and, ahem, sex, and how thecapitalisticstructureofoursocietyreally reliesuponthetwofamilyunit to produce workers and continue the cycle of poverty, and polyamory.ā his eyes widen at the word. Is what's happening between all of you polyamory? That sounds soā¦. official. "Or just sex, sex with multiple partners can be an active way of pushing against the patriarchy and impending capitalistic doomsday." And then more quietly, as if he's only just realized that he is in a room with seven people but needs to get the final word in: "Plus, the stigma against multipartner sex is historical, not biological."
I am love with this particular Namjoon.
"The sweat, I mean, come on!" Namjoon fades into silence as the realization dawns on him. "Oh. The sweat. The fuck?!"
"How could we not?" Jungkook continues.
"Goddamn I hadn't come in someone coming up on a year and here are two very very attractive-
"Two?!" Namjoon exclaims.
"Two?!" Yoongi cries. "And you didn't include me? And who?"
I mean deeply in love. And I love deputy shit-stirrer Yoongi.
And the kiss! Holy shit the kiss (ok, phone, you can stop autocorrecting that to ākidsā any time now, please)! We knew that when it happened it would be special, and it left me wanting so much more for them. I canāt wait to see what kind of āmoreā there will be.
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NSFW will be tagged as #lemon
sorta NSFW is #Lime
Weird fet shit/ extreme NSFW is #orange
reblog to spread awareness that weāre back on the citrus scale
Orange was originally likeā¦a PG-13 warning. You would tag orange for fics that stopped at making out.
What youāre thinking of is āGrapefruitā.
The scale goes as such:
Orange (PG-13, basically making out like I said) - Lime (Non-explicit sexual actions, think an M rated fic instead of NC-17) - Lemon (explicit, graphic sex, the NC-17 fics) - Grapefruit (hardcore/weird stuff)
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader (any gender)
Rating: teen
Genre: Idol!Au. Painful slice of life.
Words: 3.5k
Summary: One train, two broken hearts.
Warnings: a shitload of pining
AN: sequel to knockout, in which the reader is Taehyung. So many thanks to @reliablemitten and @thatlongspringnight for their feedback and love!
Berlin: wallflower | my love | hall pass | cactus | knockout | hedgehog | rack āem up
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āSo, where do you think this train is going?ā
āI donāt. Iām waiting until I get there to find out.ā
āYouāre always an adventure, Tae.ā
He smiles at you, but itās the kind that doesnāt reach all the way to his eyes. āYou donāt have to stay with me, you know. Iāll be okay on my own.ā
āThatās not what I meant and you know it. I didnāt volunteer out of pity. I genuinely enjoy spending time with you.ā
āDunno why, though.ā
āAre you fishing for compliments now?ā you ask, hoping to at least get a genuine smile. It works.
āAlways.ā
āFucking hell, man. Youāre exhausting. How about a trade? Fair and even.ā
He seems a little unsure, but nods in agreement. You begin: āYour shirt is pretty.ā
āHey! Thatās not fair. You picked this one out.ā
āOkay,ā you agree. āIāll try again. Umā¦you sang really well at the last show.ā
āThank you. Your voice is nice too. I overheard you singing the other day and it was lovely. Your turn.ā
āYour eyes are kind.ā
āThank you. Your nose is cute.ā He says it with a grin, and gives your nose a boop as punctuation.
āHey!ā You swat at him indignantly. āCut it out! Iām not a little kid.ā
āI know that. Youāre the serious, all-business stylist expert and I have to do as you say.ā
āThatās right, mister. And right now I say cheer up.ā
āYes, boss. Thank you, boss.ā
āThatās better. What were you sad about anyway?ā
āYouāll laugh at me if I tell you.ā
āI promise I wonāt. Pinky swear.ā You hold out your hand, inviting him to loop his pinkie around yours. Instead, he takes your hand in his and gently strokes the back of it.
āYou have pretty hands, you know?ā
āAre we still playing the game?ā
āNo, that one was free.ā His eyes are serious as he bends to kiss your hand, his soft lips brushing it ever so gently. āI appreciate you and thought you should know it.ā
It takes your breath away. Heās always genuine, always real, but you get the sense that you donāt see the whole truth, the whole person. Somehow this feels a little closer to getting to see it.
āTaehyung. Why do I feel like youāre messing with me?ā
āI promise Iām not.ā
And thatās it. He doesnāt say anything else about it, just drops your hand and turns to look out the window at the rolling hills. It rained last night, and the greens outside are vibrant in a way that the city behind you with its gray buildings wasnāt. It feels like the minutes are going to slip away and you want to keep him talking.
āI think Jungkook is this close to finally making a move on that girl. You know, the one with theāā you pantomime an enormous bosom.Ā
āIām pretty sure he already did. Or she did. Either way.ā
āYou werenāt going to try, were you? I mean, sheās a sweetheart, but kind of a lot.ā
āNo, sheās not really my type. If anyone was going to it would be Jimin.ā Itās not a lot, but more gossip than you usually get from them, and it takes you by surprise.
āI didnāt think sheād be his type either.āĀ
āYouād be surprised,ā he says, tight-lipped.
āHuh. I guess so. Anyway, I hope the two of them are happy. Theyāre cute.ā
The world stretches outside and youāre trapped on a bench seat with this man who you wish you knew better. Itās been two years since you first met, a handful of conversations, an occasional round of drinks, and yet you feel like youāve barely scratched the surface.Ā
Youāve kept it friendly but professional. Youāve been busy proving yourself, showing everyone around you that youāre capable and talented and respectable. Sure, youād found yourself in the occasional uncomfortable spot, cornered in a hotel room packed with too many people while a backup dancer got a little too close, but you were always able to laugh it off, insisting you were too focused on your career and werenāt interested in dating anyone.Ā
All the while, youāve been creating a rich imaginary life for the two of you. Youāve walked on the beach hand in hand. Youāve traveled to remote places. Heās taken your picture in front of the Taj Mahal, the Eiffel Tower, and the Grand Canyon, and each time he took your hand afterwards, leading you along with him. You went gladly. At night, in shared hotel room after shared hotel room on tour, you listen to the sound of your roommate breathing and imagine itās him instead, close and intimate. You imagine kissing him awake in the morning, tracing his body with your hands as well as your eyes. Your heart breaks each time you imagine kissing him goodbye. Even in your dreams it never seems to last.Ā
Over time, fantasy and reality bled together until you found yourself forgetting that the flesh and blood version of Taehyung ā the one flapping oversized sleeves, or complaining about a tight waistband, or lost in thought and struggling to find the right words when you ask him a question ā wasnāt the same man who featured so prominently in your fantastic adventures.
Youāre reaching the point where you need to say something, either confess or say goodbye and move on and start a new chapter, putting this one behind you for good. The building urge to tell him has been slowly eating at you, infecting every facet of your life.
Now, you think. Take the leap now. This is as ready as youāre ever going to be.
āTaehyung. Can I tell you something?ā Your mouth feels dry the second the words pass your lips.
āHmm?ā
āI ā thereās no easy way so Iām just gonna say it. Iām a little bit in love with you. No. Not a little bit. A lot. Iām sorry.ā
āOh.ā
That one syllable takes all the air out, and you canāt hear anything else except the blood whooshing hard in your ears. āIām sorry,ā you say again.Ā
āOh, sweetie.ā He wraps his arms around you. āYou donāt need to be sorry. Iām sorry too,ā he whispers.Ā
You let him hold you, savoring his closeness in spite of what it means. Thatās it, you think. You said it, and now the words are out there and you canāt put them back. In a way, itās a relief to have done the thing youāve been dreading. You wonder if you should quit your job when the tour is over, if it would be less painful to make a clean break and never see him again, at least not this close.
āNow weāre both sad. What can we do to make it better?ā
āI donāt know,ā you say. āDo you want me to get off at the next stop and just go back? Iāll understand if you donāt want me around.ā
āBut I do! I absolutely want you around!ā
āEven after I said that?
āActually, I think I have an idea.ā
āIām listeningā¦ā
āYou might hate this. But what if we spend the day together and see what happens?ā
āWhy would I hate that?ā You groan in frustration. āFuck, I feel so awkward now. I donāt want a pity date.ā
āWould you give me a pity date, though? Iām sad and donāt really want to be alone.ā
He always surprises you. You take his hand in yours, fingers intertwined, and think it over. On one hand, he as much as said that you donāt have a prayer of anything coming of this. Itās one-sided, unrequited, DOA love. It hurts, well beyond the sharp sting of rejection. It hurts to have let go of a piece of yourself that you held close for so long, that precious spark of longing that you stoked ā alone ā all this time. On the other hand, he wants you. Needs you, even, and who are you to deny him the comfort of a familiar, friendly face when all he asks is to not be alone?
Thereās no choice at all, really. Of course youāll say yes.
Itās the beginning of the strangest date youāve ever had: the one where consequences donāt matter and you throw caution to the wind. The one youāll never talk about but also never forget.
āWhatās something you want to do today?ā he asks as the train begins to slow.
āFor starters, lunch. I overslept and missed breakfast.ā
āWe can do that,ā he agrees, and stands, swaying as the train grinds to a stop. He shoulders his backpack and you follow him off, not sure what station youāll find yourself at.
Itās a small one, just one line, no connectors. The only people on the platform are an elderly woman in sturdy shoes and a teenaged boy with orange hair. Taehyung waves shyly to both of them, but only the old woman returns his wave.Ā
The road away from the station is tidy, small square houses with neat gardens lining both sides. Itās only a few blocks to the little downtown area, if it can be called that, with houses interspersed with a hardware store, a post office, two coffee shops, and a cafe. A cluster of bells chime as you push open the cafe door, and youāre greeted by a man who seats you at one of three tables. He hands you each a menu. Taehyung spends a long time scrutinizing his while you watch him over the top of yours.
āTae,ā you say conspiratorially. āLetās live a little. Let me order.ā
You place your order by pointing at two random things on the menu, having no idea what either one of them is.
Snails. You ordered snails. The savory smell of garlic butter fills the small room as they are brought to your table, and Taehyung recoils in horror when he sees the plate of them presented, shells prettily arranged in their little divots.
āOh fuuuuuuuck,ā you say. āOkay. Iāll try them if you do.ā
āNo way.ā
āCome on. Maybe itāll cheer you up. Tasty twisty snailsā¦ā You pick up the comically tiny fork and prod gently at one of the snails, completely failing to spear it. āHow are you supposed to eat these things?ā
While you poke at the snail, the waiter brings over the second dish. Itās a plate of little pink lumps studded with bits of onion. They look like hedgehogs.
āAre they⦠raw?ā he asks. āWhat meat is that? Is it chicken?ā
āPork? I have no idea, but Iām so sorry.ā
āIt isnāt your fault.ā
āIām so sorry,ā you say again, ābut do you think weād go to jail if we dashed?ā
āLetās find out.ā He leans over to glance into the kitchen, and, apparently satisfied that the staff are nowhere to be seen, slides himself out of his seat. He jams his hands into his pockets and saunters toward the door.Ā Looking back, he beckons you to join him as he reaches up to grab the bell and silence it. You slip out the door, biting the inside of your cheek to hold back a giggle, and he follows after you. After a quick look around, you take off at a brisk walk and turn abruptly into an alley. At least you think itās an alley. The cobblestones that line in are pitched so sharply that it might be part of an ancient sanitary system, but you push that thought aside as Taehyung follows you.Ā
You exit on the other side of the block and, to your great relief, find a small stall in front of a market store selling grilled sausages. Taehyung muddles through the order, and the two of you are far happier, sausages in hand. Theyāre juicy and full of mild pieces of pepper and apple, perfect on a crisp fall day.
Taehyung seems to agree, visibly brightening as he chews on the last bite of his. āSo that was lunch,ā he says. āWhat now?ā
āShould we be worried about the restaurant? Iām still not convinced they wonāt call the cops on us.ā
āIām not sure this town has cops. It looks like something straight out of a storybook.ā
āSo there will be one cop, and heāll be a kindly man with a gray mustache, and heāll make sure all the kids can safely cross the street to go to school, and the bus driver will wave at him.ā
āIād like to live somewhere like that. I could be the bus driver.ā
āOk,ā you say, āwant to practice? You have to say āGood morning, Mr. Policeman! How is your wife on this beautiful sunny day?āā
āHow are you so bright?ā
āI donāt know. I guess I just donāt think itās worth it to dwell on the bad stuff. Lifeās short, and all that. Itās not like I never get sad or anything.ā
āYouāre just good at hiding it?ā
āWhy does it sound like a bad thing when you put it that way? Look. I told you outright what was bothering me. I donāt know why, but I feel better now. Want to tell me whatās bothering you? Iām a good listener.ā
āYou are. Youāre a sweetheart.ā
You donāt want to push too hard, but youāre desperate to help. Gently, you place a hand over his where it rests on the low fence surrounding a tidy little cottage.Ā
It looks like heās chewing on his words before he finally says āDo you ever wish you were someone else?ā
āOh, sure. All the time!ā You say helpfully. āBut then I think about all the adventures Iāve already had and all the ones Iām going to have, and I think being me is pretty much okay.ā
āWhatās it like?ā
It takes you by surprise. āBeing me? I donāt think I know. Iāve never been anyone else so I donāt have a basis for comparison.ā
āNo, I mean what is it like to feel satisfied? Iām waiting for that.ā
āI wouldnāt say Iām exactly satisfied,ā you counter, trying not to let an edge of bitterness creep into your tone. āSatisfied implies done. Reached the summit. Iām not there yet.ā
āWhatās missing?ā he asks, pushing away from the tidy cottage with its tidy fence and continuing down the road.Ā
You jog a few paces to catch up. āYou heard me, right? On the train? I think whatās missing is you. Youāre my summit.ā
āNo offense, but I think that might be bullshit. How can a person be a summit?ā
Your face is burning with humiliation but you press on like a fool. āIām in love with you, you idiot. I have been since about a day after I met you.ā
āThen itās not love. Youāre wrong. Itās a crush and thatās all.ā
āHow can you say that? You donāt know my feelings!ā Youāre swiftly moving from hurt to angry, still half-trotting to keep up with him. For a second you wonder if any of the locals are watching out their tidy little windows as you shriek in a language you seriously doubt any of them speak.Ā
āLet me tell you what love is. Love is knowing someone at their worst and only wanting the best for them. Like there isnāt a world without them. Like youāll break apart if you donāt tell them how you feel. Like thereās no such thing as time, just forever and never and always āā
You cut him short. āThat sounds like a speech youāve rehearsed. For someone else. Is there someone else?ā
He wheels around to face you, eyes narrowed. āOh no, weāre not going down that path.ā He snaps his fingers. āNew topic!ā
You stand there with your mouth hanging open.Ā
āWhatās your favorite place to go on vacation?ā
āYou donāt get to do that!ā you yell indignantly. āJust because someone called you on your shit ā thatās right, your shit. Bullshit. Just because I called you on it and you donāt like it, doesnāt mean you can blithely weasel out of talking about it. Fuck that. Fuck you.ā
You canāt just leave it; you have to keep picking and picking, tearing open something ugly in your heart. Heās so close now, inches from you, slipping away. Youāve always been good at reading people, or maybe thatās just your vivid imagination filling in the blanks with something pretty. Thereās nothing pretty about him now; the set of his jaw is sheer fury but the look in his eyes is something else ā something that looks a lot more like fear.Ā
And it all comes flooding in. All the longing glances, all the whispered secrets, all the purposeful space, charged and bright. It was hiding in every strained laugh, too long and too loud at a bad joke. It was right below the surface, obvious and cruel, making itself known every time he lingered just a little too long, looking withdrawn and pensive. You donāt want to make it real by giving it a name ā
The whole time youāve been watching, oblivious, itās been right there. You should know, after all. Itās in you too, and youāve been too wrapped up in your own personal torment and longing to even see it.Ā
Your next words are quiet. āItās him, isnāt it?ā
Taehyungās chin wobbles just a little, an opening for you to slip through as you feel your anger slide away, dissolving and evaporating.
āDoes he know?ā
A nearly imperceptible nod. Youāre going to have to pull it out of him, piece by jagged piece, extracting the hurt and the heartache. If you pull enough, you think, maybe you can take it from him, shoulder the burden yourself.Ā
āIām sorry,ā he whispers. āI donāt want it either.ā
It lies there between you, this ugly, unwanted thing. Neither one of you particularly wants to pick it up, but you both reach for it, fumbling.Ā
āSo we haveāā you begin.
āI never meantāā
āYou first,ā you breathe, urging him on, giving him an opening to tell you he never meant to let you know. To let anyone know. How he planned to keep it inside until it ate away at him, festering and rotting, spoiling the beautiful pieces.Ā
āI never meant for it to be love.ā
Now itās your turn to whisper an āOh.ā
āIt was an accident, I swear,ā he continues, words tumbling out now that heās started. āItās incompatible ā impossible. Itās just ā we were such good friends and I always called it admiration but it was love. Maybe since the very beginning. And itās too much and Iām sorry. Iām so, so sorry. I shouldnāt be ā you didnāt ask to be burdened with this.ā
It would take so little, you think, to close the distance and take him in your arms and kiss away the inevitable tears. To ease the ache with your words or your body, even temporarily.Ā
āAnd last night āā
He stops short, his words hanging in the air.Ā
āYou told him?ā you supply.Ā
āHe knew. I donāt know if he knew all along and was just hoping Iād never say anything, or if it was something heād known for a while. It doesnāt matter. What were you going to say?ā
āWhen?ā
āBack then. When we both talked at the same time. You said āSo we haveā and I talked over you.ā
āJust āso we have something in common.ā Itās stupid.ā
āWhy are you making this about you?ā
āI never said I was! Just ā I might be the best one to understand what itās like for you.ā
āIām going to go,ā he says abruptly, and starts to walk up the street, further away from the station.
āWhere are you going? The trainās the other way! Donāt you have to get back soon? Where are you taking me?ā Youāre helpless to stop the flood of questions, desperate to fill the space, to keep the situation under control.
āIām not taking you anywhere. I said I was going to go, not that you needed to trail along with me and keep badgering me. Just leave it ā leave me ā ā
āNo! I will not just leave you. Youāre going to have to work harder than that to get rid of me. Letās turn around, get on the train, go back to normal. Iāll be professional. I wonāt talk about it again if you donāt want to. Wonāt say anything about it.ā You catch up to him and grab his arm, hoping to steer him back to something normal.
You donāt know how things went so sideways.
He shakes you off. āPlease just leave,ā he says.Ā
You watch him walk away and try to figure out who to call, what you would even say. Who should be on the other end of the line when you say āthe love of my life is running away because heās in love with someone else and I feel responsible but also fuck himā?
Sheās undoubtedly asleep, but you call your sister. She picks up, voice slurred and muffled, background noises overwhelming her worried āhello?ā
āSis.ā
She pulls it together right away. āWhatās wrong?ā
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pairing: hoseok x reader (no pronouns are used)
genre: friends to lovers, fluff, minimal angst
rating: sfw, just some improper thoughts
warnings: i think thereās some cursing and an absurd amount of simping for hobi.
word count: 4.4k
summary: you think about jung hoseok a lot. especially when it snows.
This is for @btswritingcafeā secret santa event.
a/n1: thank you so much to @kkulfmā. without you this story wouldnāt be what it is. thank you for asking all the right questions. And thank you so much to @calixwritesā for beta-reading and making this so much better, i appreciate you a lot!
a/n2: hi @sunshinejunghoseokieā ! itās me, your secret santa, candy cane! I hope you like it! I included three of your prompts, they are bolded.
a/n3: yes, this is my second hobi-christmas fic.
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āItās almost Christmas, and temperatures are sinking. Get yourself a warm coat and a hot drink. My grandma even tells me that itāll snow, and my grandma is never wrong. So get yourself that one special person, because you know what they say. They say to watch snow falling with someone is a sign of loveā¦.and I couldnāt agree more. This is Kim Taehyung signing off. Till next time on the Kim-Files when Kim Namjoon will probably tell you how mint chocolate lattes are a crime against humanity. Stay warm and Merry Christmas. Iāll see you off with Eartha Kittās Santa Baby.ā
The song starts playing softly, as you watch the landscape rush by. With every passing second the train brings you closer and closer to home and you canāt help the smile that grows on your face listening to your favourite local radio show.
Snow. It might snow for Christmas. The thought alone makes you giddy with joy.
Im going to be stubborn and give you my previous answer.
27. favorite fanfic author of the year
I know it isnāt nice to play favorites, but @wwilloww. In addition to the gorgeous fic, they were one of the few constants this year and made me feel like such a welcome part of the writing process.
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Jungkook. Hands down. I love writing him as a little scattered, breathless with enthusiasm. Heās easy to slip into as a character, and I never have an urge to edit his dialogue after I have it on the page because I like that it sometimes ends up a little messy.
23. fics you wanted to write but didnāt
Taehyung in Berlin. Photobooth 3. The summer counselor au from Bingo with Hoseok as a rudely hot dance instructor who might be taking his job a little too seriously.