BLACK SWAN

𝑪𝑶𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑬— 𝙹𝙸𝙺𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝚂𝙾𝙲𝙸𝙰𝙻 𝙼𝙴𝙳𝙸𝙰 𝙰𝚄

where jimin, a famous model/dancer falls for barista jungkook

(includes other members)

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𝐸𝐶𝐶𝐸𝑁𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐶 — 𝙷𝚄𝚂𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙳! 𝙹𝙸𝙼𝙸𝙽 𝚇 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁

including other members as the story progresses

what happens when your love marriage with jimin takes a rough turn?

⚠️ : angst,smut

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Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɴɪɴᴇᴛᴇᴇɴ

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"When did you get so hot, Park Jimin?"

Jimin gasped, taken aback by haejin's sudden boldness. He snapped out of his initial shock and looked down at her hand still roaming about his chest.

He swatted her hand away in one swift movement; making her look up at him with wide eyes.

"Leave."

Jimin's voice was solid, stern.

Her eyes only grew wider.

"But jimin.."

"I said leave."

Haejin stood up and gave him a dirty glare.

"Fine.. I'll be leaving then." With that said, she walked past him and out of his hotel room; the stomping of her block heels fading away gradually.

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Jungkook was the top student of professor namjoon's class. Whether it was the tests or assignments, he always did his level best to impress the man. And he succeeded as well. Namjoon adored him; not only because he scored well or was a persistent student, but also because he reminded him of his past self. How he had struggled to get where he was right now, and how he never gave up even though people kept belittling him.

Jungkook and namjoon had developed a weird bond in this little time. The young boy was enthusiastic as ever to help his teacher out any chance he'd get, and namjoon loved his enthusiasm as well.

"Yo JK.. did you do the assignment namjoon gave us yesterday?" Somin's voice pierced through the air as she approached the boy. He was sitting on his backpack under a tall ass tree in the university ground; it was his absolute favourite spot.

He looked up at the girl, who was gasping for air from the long stride all the way from the cafeteria.

"First of all, stop calling him by his name. And secondly.. DUH! 'Course I did it." Jungkook said, quite dramatically.

At this, somin rolled her eyes.

"Nerd."

She sat down beside the boy while slurping on her banana milk. Jungkook looked her. "Can I have some?"

Somin smirked. "Will you let me copy your assignment?"

Jungkook's jaw dropped to the ground. "You didn't do it???"

Somin rolled her eyes again. "I was sick."

As much as the boy didn't want her to copy off of her homework, he still agreed for some good ol' banana milk. "Sure." He said, snatching the box from her hand.

"THANK YOU JUNGKOOOK." Somin couldn't help but hug the boy who looked adorable sipping on his milk. "You're a life saver."

As somin was copying his assignment, while he was busy slurping on his juice; a classmate came running towards them.

"Hey, jungkook! Thank goodness I found you. Mr. Namjoon's calling you in his office." The girl said; exasperated.

"OH." Jungkook stood up immediately. Somin, who was doing her homework, put her books aside.

"Wait, you coming too?" Jungkook asked, looking down at her.

"Duh.."

Namjoon's office was spacious as fuck. The blinds prevented the scorching sunlight from entering the room, and the AC made it a mini freezer. Jungkook knocked at the dark brown wooden door of the office; somin clinging by her side.

The tall man clicked open the door; greeting the little one with an eye smile.

"Oh, you're here already. Can you please carry these things to your classroom for me? I have an urgent thing to do." Namjoon said, pointing towards a pile of notes among some other things on the table.

"Of course!" As usual, jungkook was more than happy to help. The boy picked up the said items and excused himself.

"Again?" Somin sighed, seeing the pile of paper in jungkook's arms. "It's like he treats you like his little maid or something."

"Shut up." He side-glared her and they began walking towards their classroom. Halfway through, somin kinda felt bad for the boy carrying all the things on his own, and offered to carry some.

"Ughh.. this is heavier than I expected." Jungkook snickered at her struggling to carry a few things. Among these things, namjoon's phone could also be seen.

"Yooo. I think namjoon gave you his phone by accident." Somin said, already unlocking it.

"Hey!" Jungkook looked pressed. "Don't look through his phone, you stalker!"

Somin just smirked; tapping on the Gallery icon. "Let's see what this mYsTerIoS man's gallery looks like."

Jungkook obviously didn't like the idea of spying on their teacher, but he couldn't help peeking on his phone screen once in a while. Somin swiped through pictures of mostly namjoon's dog, or him and his wife. She came across one picture, that had her huffing and puffing with laughter.

"YOOOO. What kinda cringe romance movie has he been watching??" She almost shoved the phone in the boy's face for him to see.

It took a few seconds for him to adjust his vision on the picture, but when he did; he almost dropped all the things he had been carrying.

Y/n.......?

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9 in the morning. You whisked the batter over and over, til it was smooth enough to pour. You felt bad living with taehyung like this; it'd been 2 days. So you decided to cook something for the two of you; to kinda make up for your stay??

You poured the batter on the hot pan; finally happy with the consistency. As you were watching the pancakes cook themselves; you heard a voice too close to yourself.

"Whatchu making?"

You got goosebumps all over your skin at his deep voice.

"Pancakes."

His hand slowly grazed your waist; his nose in your hair. "You smell so good."

A shiver ran down your spine at that. His nose came down to rest in the crook of your neck; his hands coming forward to embrace you in a back hug.

"Scrumptious."

You didn't know if he was talking about the pancakes or you. The thought of him saying that to you made your cheeks burn a crimson red.

He helped you with the pancakes and even set the table for you. It was a perfect little breakfast with strawberries and pancakes.

"AAAA." He directed his spoon at you; gesturing for you to open your mouth. You did; letting him feed you some of his pancake. You blushed at the fact that he ate from that very spoon earlier. That little act of intimacy made your heart flip in your chest.

You fed him some of your pancake too; giggling at how cute he looked munching on it. You didn't realise you were staring at him; not until he started staring back. Your cheeks were hot and blushing like crazy.

Look away!! You kept telling yourself, but the moment your eyes met his; there was no turning back.

This, this is what you feared the most. Looking into his eyes. It's like his eyes spoke a language of their own. It was crazy how you could read his deepest secrets through just his eyes. There was anger, love, and lust in his usually innocent eyes. So much lust; you almost got drowned in the intensity of it.

His half lidded eyes gazed back at you, as if stripping you naked right there. Crazy how neither of you uttered a single word; yet you both knew everything you needed to.

Unlike last time, you approached him. You had no fucking idea where the sudden confidence came from; but you found yourself sitting on his lap the next second.

You looked down at a surprised taehyung. His eyes were stretched so wide; you almost let out a chortle. But he soon managed and wrapped his arms around your waist. You almost moaned. Your faces were so close to each other, you could smell the sweet scent of maple syrup in his breath.

"Y/n.. have I ever told you that you're fucking gorgeous?" Taehyung asked.

Your cheeks heated up at the unexpected compliment from him. You gently tucked a stray hair behind his ear.

"It's never too late, y'know?"

He slightly chuckled, lightly grabbing your thighs and pulling you in further. You felt so comfortable in his lap, you never wanted to get up. He leaned in; his lips slightly touching your earlobe.

"You're fucking gorgeous." He whispered in the deepest voice you'd ever heard.

"Uh..thanks." You nervously bit your lip; all kinds of emotions swimming in the pit of your stomach. His hands were lightly grazing your waist, sending shivers all over your skin.

"Just thanks? Don't you have a compliment for me?" He tutted; protruding his lower lip out.

If nothing else was; the duality of this man surely was making you go insane at this point.

"Fine...you look gorgeous, taehyung." You shrugged. He hummed in approval.

"Tell me something new."

His cockiness was getting on your nerves. You didn't know why, but this harmless attitude of his was affecting you more than you had liked. "You wanna know something new? Well, you're fucking hot, taehyung." You countered before you even realised.

You palmed your mouth as soon as the words escaped your mouth. Taehyung stared at you with his eyes almost bulging out.

"That sure is new." He said, removing your hand from your mouth and staring at you. Your face was flushed.

"I shouldn't say this 'cause you're my best friend's wife, but... you're fucking hot too."

Heat erupted between your legs at his words. You were sure he could feel how hot you had gotten; the thought turning you on more than it embarrassed you. His hand slowly grazed your thigh; slowly removing the fabric of your dress from that area. His hand on your bare skin had you shivering.

He watched you carefully as his fingers advanced further. Your mouth was agape; eyes lidded with lust. You let out a gasp when you felt his fingers graze your inner thigh. His cold fingers against your hot skin had you rolling your eyes back.

"You're wet." He said; feeling the fabric of your panties against his thumb. You moaned at the feeling of him finally touching you where you craved him the most.

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Jungkook couldn't sleep that night. He was sure it was you in that picture. He wasn't so sure of the guy you were kissing; but he thought he had seen him somewhere before. He took out his phone and stared at the screen. Yes, he had taken a picture of your picture in namjoon's phone.

He couldn't help but wonder, why does namjoon has it? Do you know him? What relationship does he have with you and the guy you were kissing? Brand new questions kept storming his brain as he flipped in his bed. His head hurt so bad, he grabbed it in his hands.

Yet another question popped up in his head and he sat up in bed; groaning.

"Does jimin know about this..?"

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Thots?

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Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇɪɢʜᴛᴇᴇɴ

You woke up pretty late than usual. As you tried lifting your head off the pillow, it started pounding. You got up nonetheless; groaning during the process. It took you a full minute to get a hang of your surroundings. You were looking around the room, and then your heart sank.

Haejin...

That was the first thought your brain was able to process. As the pounding in your head started to die down a bit, you looked around to realise jimin wasn’t in bed.

Your fingers traced the messy sheets on his side of the bed. Your hand stopped when it touched a certain object; his phone.

You gulped. Should I do it?

You had never checked jimin’s phone before. You never needed to. He was your husband and you trusted him; blindly. But after last night, you were contemplating everything. Your hand hesitantly grabbed his phone and switched it on.

Enter Passcode, the screen read.

You obviously didn’t know it.

Maybe his birthday? You typed it in.

Error.

Maybe.. mine? You thought, typing it in. Much to your surprise, it unlocked.

Your finger hesitantly lingered over the iMessages app. You tapped on it, revealing all his texts. You were looking for one contact though, and when you found it, you didn’t hesitate to tap on it.

Haejin 💖

H: Last night was fun! :)

~seen~

The message was from a day before jimin had returned from his business trip. Your heart was palpitating and your hand; still gripping the phone tightly; was sweaty.

Last night?

You were just beginning to wrap your head around the meaning behind that text when someone knocked at the door. You flinched, hastily putting the phone back.

“You already up? Good morning!” Jimin’s cheerful voice filled the silence in the room. He was holding a tray with food on it.

“Morning.” You muttered, beginning to get out of bed.

“No! Stay there.” He said, walking towards you with the breakfast. He placed the tray on your side table and looked at you.

“I made you your favourite food.” He leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss; and for the first time ever, it didn’t feel good. It didn’t give you butterflies in your stomach, nor made your heart beat a little faster.

It felt forced instead. As if he wanted you to forget last night with that one kiss.

—

Taehyung strolled out of his office building. It was still a bit early but he was already done with all his appointments for the day. As he got into his car, his phone went off. He took it out to check who had called him.

Y/n 💞, the screen read.

He picked it up almost immediately.

“Hello? Taehyung?” Came your voice.

“Ah.. yeah it’s me, y/n. What’s wrong?” He could tell from your voice you were worried about something.

There was a pause. And then some breathing. And then followed your husky voice. “Do you perhaps...” Pause “...know who haejin is?”

Taehyung’s eyebrows raised at the question. He wasn’t expecting this at all. Before he could answer, however, you croaked out, “Please, don’t hide anything from me. Tell me the truth.”

He had no idea what was going on. He nodded, even though he knew you couldn’t see him.

“She’s jimin’s ex, why?”

Pause.

Taehyung’s eyebrows were almost touching together with the way he was frowning. Did he say something he shouldn’t have? Should he have just lied instead? He didn’t know anymore.

“Can I come over?” You sounded like you were about to break down into tears any second now.

“Yea, of course.” He cut the call.

“Drive faster.” He ordered the driver; chewing on the inside of his cheek.

—

You had been crying for 5 minutes straight. Taehyung, still clueless of the reason for your crying, ran his fingers through your hair gently as you kept crying in his chest.

You finally looked up at his face; and the sight clenched taehyung’s heart.

“What’s the matter, y/n?” He said, looking from your one eye to the other.

You were a hiccuping mess, but his concerned, gentle gaze made you wanna spill everything out. Share every detail of your messed up marriage life with him. And so you did.

“So you’re telling me.. he moaned his ex’s name out loud while fucking you?” Taehyung asked for the 273736th time, just to make sure he had heard you right.

You nodded for the 273736th time as well, your head still plopped in his chest. You felt embarrassed to face him after opening up about what had been bothering you.

“I can’t believe this. Although I do know their relationship used to be pretty serious... but damn.”

You sniffed at his words. How in hell were you only knowing about jimin’s relationship with her?!

Taehyung tried suppressing the smirk beginning to form on his lips.

“I bet it was a mistake, y/n. Jimin would never cheat on you, right?”

His provocative tone caused you to open your mouth, and then close it again. You didn’t know anymore.

“I’m so pathetic.”

Taehyung lifted your chin with his finger and made you look in his eyes.

“Hey! It’s okay. Your feelings are valid, alright? What he did was awful. Unforgivable even.” His face got closer to yours as he said that, and you couldn’t help but drop your gaze on his lips he had been biting on.

“Now be a good girl and eat something, aight?” Saying this, he got up; leaving you hot-faced and embarrassed.

Snap out of it, you slapped your face lightly.

—

The number you have dialled is currently switched off

Jimin groaned, almost smashing his phone against the wall. You were gone. And he didn’t know where you could be at this hour of the night.

He was done calling all of your friends. Heck, he even called jungkook and asked for you but he didn’t know of your whereabouts either.

“Fuck..” he groaned, downing another glass of wine. It burned his throat but he couldn’t care less. He just wanted you to come back, and to apologise to you for what he had done to you.

—

Buzzz

Buzzzzz

Taehyung groaned. Who the hell’s calling at this hour, he thought to himself as he pushed his body off the mattress. His hand roamed around the nightstand til it located his phone.

Jimin?

“Hey?” Taehyung yawned out.

“Hi, taehyung? Have you seen y/n today?” He sounded desperate.

Taehyung looked to his side, where you were peacefully sleeping in his bed. His hand slowly reached out to remove the strands of hair covering your pretty face.

“Y/n?” He spoke; his eyes still glued on your body. “No, why do you ask? What’s wrong?”

“Uh.. nothing. Thanks. Sorry for disturbing you so late at night.”

“Aah.. it’s nothing, jiminah. You can call whenever.” He hung up.

Taehyung turned to face you now; looking at you as if for the first time. The dim moonlight coming from the thin blinds reflecting off of your body made you look ethereal. He leaned in to gently remove the thin strap of your dress from your shoulder; pressing his lips against the skin there.

“You’re mine now, you know that?” He whispered; smirking.

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Who’s your favourite character so far and why? I’m very curious to know!

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As soon as jimin realised what he had just uttered out unconsciously, he straightened up. He didn't know how he mustered up the courage to look at your face, but he somehow did. And the sight broke his heart.

Your mouth was slightly ajar; eyes disbelieving, and breath ragged. You didn't realise when tears started dripping down your sullen cheeks one after the other. "Haejin?" You found yourself asking in that dry voice of yours.

Jimin looked down, grabbing his hair in his fists tightly. What had he done. He couldn't even bear looking at you right then. He didn't know what to tell you either. The damage had been done. He was done moaning out someone else's name while having sex with you. And you were hurting because of it.

You were completely silent during the drive back home. A weird numbness had engulfed you as you found yourself replaying jimin's voice in your head over and over.

H-haejin..

Fuck.. H-haejin..

You had never heard this name from his mouth before. Ever. And now that you two were finally making love after a month of being away, he suddenly says it. Your mind was a tangled mess of confusing thoughts.

Jimin was driving a little too fast. The few minutes of drive back home felt like years of agony. His mind was a blur. He found himself silently praying for it all to be a bad dream. A nightmare.

Everything happened so fast that he almost couldn't comprehend it. He had never wished to be dead more than in that moment. A tear ran down his cheek.

—

Trigonometry class was almost like a new obsession for jungkook. He had never been this excited to attend a class ever in his life. He sat right in the front during every lecture; noted down every piece of information he found useful, and even did all the chores for his professor.

All because he admired the shit out of Kim Namjoon.

He had never idolised anyone in his life before. Everyone seemed too bland or predictable. He got bored of things and people easily. But this mysterious looking man with an iq of 148 and a personality that makes everyone look twice; had him looking up to him more than anyone.

"Choi Somin." Namjoon announced, handing out the exam results.

Somin huffed, getting up from her seat and walking up to the tall man.

"Do better next time." He spoke in a low, calm voice. Somin nodded, and sat down on her seat beside jungkook with a thud.

"Jeon jungkook."

He got up almost immediately, making the whole class stare at him.

"Perfect score as always." Namjoon told the boy with a smile.

Jungkook clutched the answer sheet in his hands; his eyes crinkling with joy.

He's proud of me, he kept thinking as he got back on his seat. Somin glanced down at the boy's exam sheet.

"Fucking nerd." She gave him a weird look. But deep down, she too was extremely happy for the boy, whose eyes were literally twinkling like stars. Somin's breath hitched at the sight.

—

You broke into a pool of tears as soon as you got home. The realness of it all hit you like a fucking typhoon. Jimin, upon seeing this, and as much as he wanted to miraculously disappear; decided to pull you into a tight hug.

"Let go of me.." You managed to mutter in his arms. But he didn't let go. He couldn't. Or else he would have to look at your tear-stained face again.

Jimin's sleeve was all wet as you kept crying for a full minute. He kept patting your head softly, as if trying to put a baby to sleep.

"Who *hiccup* the fuck is Haejin?" You asked through your muffled voice.

"No one. Trust me baby." He tried to stay calm; soothingly running his fingers along your back.

Trust him?

Can I trust him anymore? You kept thinking.

"Don't lie to me." Came your response. Your crying had finally died down and you felt like you'd collapse any second.

"She's just a colleague, baby. I met her during my trip. That's it. It was a slip of the tongue. Believe me."

When you didn't respond for a while, jimin loosened his arms around you to find you sleeping. Your nose was red, and your lashes were glistening with tears. He almost shed a tear of his own at the sight.

He leaned in to place a kiss on your slightly ajar lips.

"I love you so much, y/n. Please trust me."

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Jimin dropped his gaze at her hand on his chest.

Haejin's hand cautiously started moving against his bare chest, massaging the skin there. He had some of his buttons unbuttoned, so she had a perfect view of his melanin skin glistening in the pale light of the lamp.

Jimin almost couldn't move, as if frozen in place. Her hand went a little deeper hesitantly. Unbuttoning another one of his buttons, she had herself a wider area to work on. His muscles were tensed up and his skin was sweaty from the long walk; a perfect combination to make haejin let out a stifled moan.

"When did you get so hot, Park Jimin?"

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Should I increase the length per chapter or keep it as it is? Also what length do yal suggest?

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Your jimin was finally back in your arms. From the moment he walked out of the airport, you hadn’t been able to keep your damn arms to yourself.

Your head was placed on his chest as he gently ran his fingers through your soft hair. He smelled divine, and you couldn’t help sniffing the cozy sweater he was wearing. He let out a chuckle; the vibrations of which seemed to cleanse your mind and soul.

Jimin looked down at you, who had fallen asleep in his arms. He shifted to put your head on the pillow on your side. He looked at your face for a while, as if memorising what you looked like. He traced his finger along your lids, your nose, and stopped right on your slightly ajar lips.

It seemed as if he were trying to distract himself from something that was all over his mind. He didn’t wanna think about it; wanted to forget the memory, but it was all his brain could replay. Over and over.

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Jimin and haejin finally arrived at his hotel. The walk was a long one, but neither of them seemed to have gotten tired from it. Jimin took off his blazer, revealing his white button up shirt underneath. Meanwhile haejin poured herself some wine, ready to reminisce into another one their infinite memories together.

It was the one where jimin had asked her to be his girlfriend. Haejin visibly cringed at the thought of it, while pouring jimin some wine too.

“Who tf suggested you to get on your knees, dude? Like that’s soo cringe.” She made a weird face that made jimin laugh.

“Ughh stop.. I saw it in a Kdrama and thought it looked cool.” He was blushing from the thought, or from the wine that had started taking effect.

Meanwhile, haejin almost choked on hers.“Whoa.. never took you for a Kdrama-type guy.”

This caused him to smirk.

“What can I say... I’m full of surprises.”

Haejin blushed; taken aback by his acting. “Stopp.” She lightly slapped his arm, while he looked at her flustered face in amusement.

“You can BLUSH??” He exaggerated, widening his eyes comically. She wasn’t having any of it, so she slapped his arm again. But it landed on his chest instead.

Jimin dropped his gaze at her hand on his chest.

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Jungkook hated trigonometry with a passion. He sighed and braced himself for the hell that was awaiting him in the classroom. He entered the room and plopped down on a seat; already bored by the look on his face.

His eyes lit up at the sight of a tall, lean man, who had walked in the classroom and stood behind the podium. Jungkook had never seen this mysterious looking man around the campus before. He was intrigued.

“Hello, students.” His voice was deep but loud, making all the students look up at him.

“I’m your new trigonometry professor, Kim Namjoon.”

Silent gasps filled the room. Students whispered and girls exchanged excited remarks at the revelation.

Jungkook’s friend Somin, sitting beside him, elbowed him.

“So you’re telling me he ain’t a Kpop idol?” She whispered in bewilderment.

Jungkook’s mouth itself was widened in awe. He swore that man could qualify as an idol. He had this weirdly intimidating aura about him that only celebrities have. His one gaze was enough for students to stop chatting and turn to their books.

Jungkook looked down at his own book. This should be fun, he thought.

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Car sex

The intense smell of wetness pooling between your legs

Jimin was hitting you right at the spot that made your nails dig into his back unconsciously. You were concerned you might draw blood from his smooth skin til he fastened his pace once again.

“Mhm.. right there.”

The night was chill; a light breeze made everyone shrink into their warm coats and sweaters, or enjoy a nice coffee.

You and jimin had decided to have a little date at this restaurant you liked a lot. It was a nice place, especially for couples, as it had a uniquely romantic vibe with live music playing in the background.

Throughout the dinner, jimin couldn’t stop staring at you. You wore a strappy, flirty little dress on purpose. It hugged your body in the right places and left little to the imagination.

You were busy slurping your drink through the straw, and that little act of yours had him tensed up in place. You looked up at his face, and that shit right there was the last straw he needed.

Jimin parked the car in a safe spot. There aren’t many people around here this time, he had convinced you. But right now, with his face buried in your neck and his dick plunging into your little pool, you couldn’t care less.

You couldn’t suppress your moans that were pushing against your lips, threatening to spill into thin air.

“Moan for me.” It was a command, clearly. His voice was the deepest you’d ever heard; causing a fresh pool of warm wetness to form between your widened legs.

You did as he said; spilling all your desperate moans right in his ear. You sounded helpless, in the most pleasurable way possible.

“Fuck. You moan so good.”

His compliment egged you on to moan and gasp even more. His back was probably all bruised up from your scratches as you wrapped your legs around the small of his waist. His dick felt deeper than ever inside you, making you feel high as fuck. It twitched and throbbed and further hardened inside you.

“Oh god. It’s... it’s sucking me in so good y/n. It feels so good.” Jimin couldn’t help gasping out in your neck. You could tell he was having a hard time trying not to cum. You ran your fingers through his hair, grabbing a portion of it in your fists.

“Cum. Please cum inside me baby.” His tensed body eased up a bit at your words and he didn’t take long before soiling your pussy with his cum. He moaned out in helplessness;

“Fuck.. H-haejin..”

Your body froze in place.

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𝖧𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗌!! 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗀𝗀𝗀𝗀𝗀𝗀 𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗍 ! 𝖥𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍s !

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ sɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ: ғʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ

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The club was a li’l too crowded for jimin and haejin to talk in peace, so they decided to have a walk outside. The time was around midnight; streets only dimly lit with lights bouncing off of the wet concrete road. A strange calmness engulfed jimin like a warm blanket as the insects chirped away in the night.

It was the familiarity, he realised;

it never went away.

“Ah.. jimin. You haven’t changed one bit, have you?”

Haejin said, half amused.

Jimin looked at her, unable to fight the remnants of a smile beginning to appear on his lips.

“What.. what do you mean?”

She smiled back, lightly punching him.

“You’re still the same shy baby around me.”

He was blushing now. He realised another thing; he had missed this.

“So.. you were gonna tell me..?”

Haejin raised her eyebrows.

“Ah.. yes. Why I abandoned you 4 years ago.”

Jimin looked at her.

“Well, what was it?”

“You might never forgive me for this but.. Imma be honest with you. It was taehyung.” She sheepishly looked up at jimin.

Jimin’s eyes widened up in question.

“Ughhh.. I know I’m a loser and pathetic af but don’t look at me that way.” She sighed.

“Um..I’d developed a fat ass crush on Kim taehyung. He called me over for coffee once and I thought to myself, that’s it. He’s the one I’m destined to marry.”

Jimin’s eyes were still wide.

“Stoppp. You look really ugly doing that.”

He rolled his eyes.

“So that’s it? What happened between you two?”

Haejin shook her head.

“That’s the embarrassing part. Nothing happened. He knew I was gushing over him like crazy so he took advantage of that. Offered me a job. Used my skills to his advantage. And then dumped me. Agh..”

She covered her face with her hands.

“I’m sorry, I was such a fool.”

As much as the breakup had left jimin devastated back then, he couldn’t get himself to stay mad at her. He chuckled.

“Well.. if it’s of any help, this one girl named Kim haejin dumped me for another guy too.”

Haejin giggled, looking at him from between her fingers.

“Yeah dude, that actually helped, thanks.”

—

Friends.

You guys are just friends.

You sighed, looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror. You patted your face with your hands, as if trying to absorb the very thought along with your moisturiser.

It’s all friendly; you reminded yourself again as you locked the apartment door behind yourself.

What namjoon said the other day was.. bullshit. Nonsense. Gibberish. Crap..

That’s all the synonyms you could come up with as you ignited the engine.

You’re just going to see your friend, Kim Taehyung.

The engine revved.

—

Punching in the code to the gates, you entered the mansion.

You still wondered why a person who had no family, and who was single af, would choose to live in a big place like this. It made you kinda sad to see the place so eerily quiet like it had no habitants.

“Taehyung..?”

You called out his name, that bounced off the walls several times. You had left your shoes at the entrance.

Now barefoot, you barely uttered a sound as you made your way to a room with the door slightly ajar.

It creaked open.

It was so dark in there; only a ray of sunshine managing its way in through the open window; you couldn’t see shit.

“Taehyung?”

No response.

You walked further in.

The bed was perfectly made, and it seemed like nobody had slept there in quite a long while.

You traced your finger along the bedpost; not a trace of any dust particle in sight.

You got a strange feeling in your gut now; where’s taehyung? Is he okay?

You kept asking yourself.

“Kim Taehyung?” Your tone was frustrated; worried.

“Hmm?”

Your heart almost jumped out of your chest as someone grabbed you by your hand and twirled you around. You were now captured between this someone and the wall.

“Taehyung!? Where were you, I was worried sic—”

He placed a finger on your lips; a frown adorning his forehead.

“What are you doing here? How do you know the code?”

You moved your lips to speak, but realised his finger was still on them. He quickly removed it.

“Uh.. jimin gave it to me. He told me if I needed anything, I could.. get it from you.”

His gaze was piercing holes in your face.

“Umh? Then what is it you want?”

His words made your heart ache a little.

“Well.. I.. just wanted to check up on you. That’s all.”

You couldn’t tell if your words had any impact on him. His expression was stoic. His grip suddenly tightened around your wrist.

“Y/n.. tell me. Who was it that day, huh?”

You squinted your eyes in question.

“Who..?”

“That.. boy. At your apartment. Who was he?” You could feel his breath fan all over your face.

You opened your mouth when it finally dawned upon you. “That boy at my door that day? He’s my brother.. why?”

His eyes widened.

“What? Your brother..?”

“Yeah. Actually, my step brother. That’s why we don’t look alike at all.”

Taehyung released your wrist from the death grip it was in; demeanor loosening up a bit.

“Oh..”

“Why, what happened?” You asked, still confused.

“Nothing..” He pulled you in for a hug.

A relief washed over him.

“I missed you.”

You thought your heart would burst any moment when his familiar scent engulfed you. His hot breath on your neck. His arms. Ah.. his strong arms squeezed you like they’d never let go of you.

You closed your eyes, tightening the grip around his waist.

It’s just a hug, your brain retorted.

A harmless, friendly hug.

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Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ғɪғᴛᴇᴇɴ: ʜɪs ᴇx

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Still struggling to hide his obvious boner, taehyung flung the door open. He needed to jerk off so bad, but here he was, cluelessly standing in front of a total stranger.

"And you are...?"

Jungkook stuttered at the question. He replied to the man with a question of his own.

"Is y/n here?"

Taehyung looked suspiciously at the guy, who looked like he was around his age. Strong build, but his face gave off an innocent vibe.

Instead of answering his question, taehyung walked past the anonymous guy, leaving the two of you alone. He didn't even turn around to look at you and walked away in haste.

Your eyes found jungkook's, whose eyes crinkled at the sight of yours. He looked at your disheveled state, examining you. Creased shirt, half of the buttons unbuttoned, your hair a whole mess.

But before his brain could connect the dots, he decided he didn't really care what you did with your life. He trusted you, blindly.

—

Catching up with jungkook was a lot easier than you had thought would be, considering how you were practically ignoring him for the past month. But he was too nice to have noticed that; he was just concerned.

"The guy who left earlier..."

"Friend. He's a friend of jimin." You blurted out, clearing your throat in the process.

Jungkook looked at you with a new softness in his gaze. He smiled.

"He seemed like a nice guy. By the way, where's Mr. Park?"

You almost wanted to roll your eyes at that name. But you decided otherwise.

"He.. he's out. On one of his 'business tours' as he likes to say.”

Jungkook laughed.

"You seem mad."

"I mean... he hasn't been home for what? 4 days? I was alone so I invited taehyung over, y'know. To keep me accompany."

You were secretly proud of your lie.

You failed to notice jungkook's smile falter a bit at your words. He placed his hand on your thigh, lightly grabbing it. You looked up at him.

"Noona.. you could've just invited me over."

He sounded surprisingly serious, tone almost dark, making you gulp.

"I.. I didn't wanna disturb you from your studies, koo."

He started tracing his thumb along your thigh, lips barely an inch away from yours. You couldn't look into his deep brown eyes anymore, so you shifted your gaze elsewhere. Anywhere but his eyes. You let out a nervous chuckle.

—

Swirling the glass of wine in his hand, jimin was seated on a sofa; bored out of his head. One of his colleagues dragged him to a club with him, assuming it would lighten jimin up a bit; after all the work stress.

But it was doing the exact opposite. He missed you, even more so, now that he could see random strangers practically rubbing their bodies against each other.

Ah... he missed you. Your body. Your smile. The way you get flustered when he touches you, and your pussy. Ah, your sweet li'l pussy. He could swear his mouth watered at the thought of it; how warm it feels around his tongue when he licks it. How you lightly moan as he swirls it deeper, making you gasp. How your fists clench around the bedsheet.

He was touching himself now; now that he was in the bathroom, jerking off to a picture of yours in lingerie.

He still remembered how you'd seduced him that night; when he got back from work late and you were sitting in the bed in the sexiest lingerie he'd ever seen..

When he let you take charge; and oh, how you had exceeded all his expectations.

His hand was working too fast around his cock now; head against the backrest of the toilet seat. One thing was evident, you drove him mad even when you were away.

When he was done; he got out to wash his hands in the basin. Face red and flustered, he looked like he had been running marathons. A click of the restroom door caused him to look at the 'intruder'.

"Uh..jimin?"

It was a woman.

"What are you doing in the lady's restroom?"

And no ordinary woman; it was his ex.

Jimin's eyes widened in shock. He was in such a hurry to get himself off that he accidentally got into the lady's toilet.

The woman chuckled.

"Relax. Gave us a way to talk, didn't it?"

—

Kim Haejin, jimin's ex and former business associate.

They broke up when she betrayed jimin to join a rival company; or more precisely, his best friend Kim Taehyung's company. It'd been 4 years to that incident, but neither of them ever bothered to get in contact since then. She was a selfish bitch, who only ever cared about money. But jimin, he used to love her, he truly did.

He wanted to forgive her, so freaking bad, but the sales dropped tragically that year. It was so bad his father almost kicked him out of the company.

Now, 4 years later, he was as strong as ever. And he had all the time in the world to listen to what had happened 4 years ago.

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peepooppepoepepeopoop

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ғᴏᴜʀᴛᴇᴇɴ : ᴄᴏɴғᴇssɪᴏɴ

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ

You slowly took your blouse off, exposing the olive green brallete underneath. You could see your huge shadow on the wall in front of you; caused by the light coming from the window behind you, as you got rid of your jeans. The underwear was a shade of black, sticking to your wetness.

Jimin ogled your body from head to toe; adam's apple bobbing at the sight. You felt your cheeks heat up at his concentrated gaze on your body.

His hand was around his cock in no time, fisting and pumping it til it plumped up. You wanted to touch him; to feel the velvety skin of his cock under your fingertips; but the idea of just watching him jerk off to you felt too good. So you just stood there, a look of innocence in your eyes regardless of the fact that you were practically naked.

Jimin let out a loud moan, depicting he was already close. As if on cue, you inserted two fingers inside your panties, one of them stroking your sensitive clit while the other deep in your wet pussy.

In no time, you both were cumming together, gasps and grunts of each other's names escaping your parched throats simultaneously.

You blinked your eyes, crash landing back to reality. This time you were wearing a basic black bra instead, standing a little too awkwardly.

Namjoon, as if sensing your discomfort, decided to stroll towards you; the heel of his shoe producing a loud tapping sound on the tiled floor.

"Earth to Y/n?"

His voice echoed through the walls and roof, bouncing back menacingly. You got goosebumps all over your exposed skin; tiny hair standing up at his mere voice.

You flinched when the man's hand suddenly landed on your bare shoulder; taking you off guard.

"Relax." His voice was surprisingly soothing. He lightly squeezed the skin on your shoulder now, causing you to curse under your breath.

Taehyung was watching the two of you with his fists still clenched on his sides. He had to talk himself into remaining calm.

One bad move and the jerk sends those pictures to jimin

Well, to be honest, the guy wasn't so sure if Namjoon wouldn't send the pictures after he gets what he wants from you. His jaw tightened at the thought.

"You must be wondering why I asked you to strip for me."

Namjoon continued speaking; giving you his undivided attention.

You jerked away from his hold on your shoulder; trying hard not to say the words echoing in your head out loud.

You wanted to scream, "It's 'cause you're a fucking pervert who doesn't give a fuck about my best friend," but you opted for silence.

"Y/n, believe me it's not what you're thinking."

You internally scoffed.

Believe him.. out of all people?

"Actually, even I don't know why I did it. I don't wanna sleep with you."

He ruffled his hair.

"But..someone else here does." Namjoon turned his head around, causing you to follow his gaze.

Taehyung stood there awkwardly, his cheeks beginning to redden under the weight of both of your gazes. He knew that you knew that namjoon was right. He very clearly groped you in the kitchen that day. He might've played it cool afterwards to regain your trust, but every fibre in his body screamed to be with you.

A weird silence grew in the room as you suddenly realised your nakedness. Taehyung had been awfully quiet ever since you stripped out of your clothes. Not because he didn't know what to say in a situation like this; but because he was desperately trying to hide the now-obvious bulge in his pants.

With red flaming cheeks, you looked back at namjoon; who was now sporting his infamous sinister smirk. He leaned in just a tad bit, so his breath could fan all over the sensitive skin of your neck.

"Now, don't you try to deny the fact that you want him too."

You nervously gulped and your ears were the deepest shade of red. You had forgotten how good namjoon was at reading people.

"I'm not denying it."

Taehyung looked up abruptly, a gasp leaving his throat. Hands still covering his bulge, his mouth went agape at your confession.

"But that doesn't concern you in any way, does it? Why're you here?"

Namjoon sighed dramatically; feigning hurt.

"I thought I could be a spectator of the young love budding between you two."

You blankly stared at him for a good minute. He sighed again.

"Ah, fine. I don't give a fuck about whatever's been goin' on between the two of you. I just wanted to get back at jimin in some way, so I made the two of you confess to each other. Now that my job is done, I gotta go."

The tall guy lazily strolled his way towards the main door; a bored look on his face. He turned around to you already collecting your clothes from the tiled floor.

"And the pictures.. don't worry about them. I already deleted them."

He winked right before slamming the door shut.

And oddly enough, you decided to trust him this time.

—

Awkward would be an understatement when it came to things between you and taehyung. You hurriedly put your clothes back on; totally ignoring his presence all together, till he decided to approach you.

"So...uh...I'll get going then?" He ruffled his messy hair as a nervous habit.

You pursed your lips while nodding.

But neither of you moved an inch; both of your gazes stuck on each other's eyes.

Your gaze lowered towards his lips that he was biting on. A shiver ran across your body at the fact that namjoon was successful at squeezing a confession out of you.

That smooth bastard

"Uh..?" Taehyung awkwardly stared between the two of you till you realised he needed space to move past you.

You stepped aside.

He was just at the door when the doorbell started ringing. He looked back at you in question; to which you just shrugged your shoulders.

Taehyung opened the door.

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Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ: ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇᴍᴀɪʟ

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ

Taehyung's tongue stopped wiggling against yours abruptly.

"Did you hear that?" He muttered sceptically.

"Huh?"

"Never mind. I must've been mistaken." He said with hooded eyes, aiming for your lips yet again.

However, you backed away this time; the sudden realisation of what had just surfaced between you two finally dawning upon you.

Taehyung awkwardly licked his lips; your sweet taste still lingering on them.

"Uhh... I'm pretty sure I heard something."

You finally looked at him.

"Like what?"

He sighed.

"Y'know, like, like a—"

"It was I."

A familiar voice echoed through the walls of the apartment. You both turned around towards the source of the voice; only to be met by the most dreadful sight possible.

Namjoon, in all his glory, was leaning by the main door; his hands folded on his chest and a smirk plastered on his attractive lips.

You got up.

"Y—you?"

The older guy grinned, walking towards you in the centre of the living room.

"Nice to see you, y/n."

Beside you, taehyung rose to his feet too; his jaw clenched in place.

"Why're you here?"

Namjoon let a glance at the younger guy's face. He casually thrust his hands in his jeans pockets.

"Well, Nayeon sent me here to apologise... to y/n."

Taehyung's hands fisted on his sides.

"Then do it. Apologise to her and go."

Namjoon was standing just a few inches away from you; his cold gaze brushing past your stiff figure.

"Ah.. y'know what? I've changed my mind." He smirked. "I'm in a mood to play a game now."

You frowned. The man was impossible to read.

"What game, namjoon?"

He impulsively ran his long fingers through his hair.

"As you might know this.. jimin slept with my girlfriend back in high school. What if I..."

He took a step towards you, and you could feel his breath all over your face. "..tell him what his beloved wife and his best friend are up to behind his back? He would be devastated."

Your eyes went wide in shock at his words.

So he saw everything...

"Why would he even believe you?" Taehyung butted in with a scoff.

"He wouldn't." Namjoon pursed his lips.

"Not until I show him these.." He reached for his back pocket to pull something out. It was his phone.

Your jaw dropped to the floor at the sight of the pictures on the screen. They clearly showed you and taehyung fully making out on the living room couch. Your ears turned a deep red out of shame.

"What the fuck?" Taehyung growled; ready to beat the crap out of the older guy, but you stopped him.

"So?" Namjoon looked down at you. "What do you have to say, y/n?"

"Please.." You croaked out as a tear ran down your cheek.

"Please what?" Namjoon cooed; clearly pitying you.

"Don't show these to jimin. I-I'd do anything in return, I swear." You looked up at him through tear-stained eyes.

Namjoon pretended to think for a while.

"Anything, huh?"

You nodded.

"Strip." He announced.

Your watery eyes widened at the command.

Did he just..

"The fuck?" Taehyung cursed; thinking he had misheard the man.

"I said strip naked for me, y/n."

A shiver of horror ran down your spine at the menacing tone of his voice. You stood still for a good minute; high-key expecting for him to laugh it off and tell you it was a damn joke.

But he didn't. He continued ogling your shivering body with thirsty eyes. Finally deciding you had no other choice but to accede, you slowly began pulling down the fabric of your dress from your shoulders.

"Y/n, are you really...?" Taehyung was

dumbfounded as he watched you cautiously unbutton your shirt.

"Why are you doing this?" He finally lost his cool as he darted forward to pull namjoon by the collar; who just smirked in response.

"I was the one who kissed her, so why are you doing this to her?" He asked with clenched teeth.

"You know exactly why. And besides, she didn't stop you, did she?" Namjoon said in a provocative tone.

Taehyung stopped in his tracks as namjoon's venomous voice echoed in his mind. He was right. You didn't push him away; neither did you slap him after you realised he had kissed you.

His grip loosened around the collar til he wasn't grabbing it anymore. A pit of shame made its way in his stomach when he saw your shirt curled up on the wooden floor.

—

Jungkook groaned in frustration as his call went to voicemail again.

"The fuck is she not picking my call?"

"Aah.. your sister again?"

Hoseok; jungkook's hostel roommate; asked nonchalantly while munching on some snacks.

Jungkook sighed.

"She's ignoring me again. Do you think something bad happened to her? What the fuck do I do?"

Hoseok finally decided to lift his eyes from the laptop screen.

"Go visit her, you dum dum."

Jungkook pondered over the suggestion for a while. As much as he didn't want to invade your privacy, it'd been too long since he heard from you.

"Fuck it."

He hurriedly put his timberlands on. A small 'thanks' was the last thing hoseok heard from him as he slammed the door shut behind him.

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after like 3 weeks (??) this was all i was able to produce. tell me your thoughts on this one!!

hold up who’s dat?

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ: ᴀɴɢᴇʀ

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ

The sun rays managed to seep between your eyelids, making you lift them all the way through. You cluelessly stared at the ceiling fan for a good minute; still trying to figure out where you were.

You managed to get up as a yawn escaped your widened mouth. Your feet touched the floor, but instead of the tile, it was something much softer and warmer. You gasped; thinking of the worst.

You mustered everything in your being to look at the thing you had just stepped onto. Your eyes widened.

“Taehyung?” You muttered to yourself.

The man was dozing off on the floor. He was still clad in his dress pants and button up; softly snoring. You looked down at him in amusement; as if it were the most entertaining sight in the whole world.

You didn’t even notice the instant he opened his eyes; and now he was staring right back at you.

“Good morning.” He groaned out.

Your pupils dilated.

“You’re awake.” You tried to laugh, but it came off as a dry, humourless chuckle; because of all the crying.

“Did you sleep well?” He was beginning to get up now; rubbing his swollen eyes in the process.

You nodded; then realised he wasn’t looking at you.

“I did.”

He spared you a glance.

“That’s good. What do you wanna have... y’know, for breakfast?”

You looked up him already making his way towards the kitchenette.

“You’re cooking?”

He grinned, washing his hands in the sink. In no time, he had made himself familiar with all the shelves, and the ingredients available. He chose to cook scrambled eggs. Meanwhile, you quickly dressed up into something that made you look less like a homeless person.

“It smells good in here.” You said, watching him cook in utter concentration. Your brain couldn’t help but dart towards the last time you both were alone in this very kitchen. A cold shiver ran down your spine.

“Breakfast’s ready!” His cheerful voice pulled you out of your head.

“Help me set up the table.”

You both sat at the small table with a plate of delicious food in between. Your mouth was drooling.

“Mhmm.” You took your first bite of the eggs.

“Good?” He looked at your face expectantly.

You wanted to tease him a bit about it; but a chuckle left your mouth unconsciously.

“Yeah. It tastes great.”

You both just sat there in comfortable silence, devouring taehyung’s food; til he decided to break the ice.

“You..uh.. alright? You know, after...”

He trailed on, leaving the rest of the sentence to your imagination. You stopped eating.

“Yeah. I’m much better now, thanks. I guess I was being stupid.”

He gave you a genuine smile.

“Aneyo. The way you reacted was only natural. Besides, jimin should’ve told you—”

He halted, immediately regretting saying the last part. He bit his tongue hard.

“I’m sorry.”

You shook your head, looking away from his mouth which you realised you had been staring.

“It’s alright. I’ll talk to him about it.”

He nodded.

“Yeah. Just.. just be sure to be as casual as possible. Don’t put him on a tough spot.”

You smiled, loving his concern for his best friend.

“I won’t. After all, that dork is my husband.”

You failed to notice taehyung’s smile falter at your words.

“I’m just glad you’re okay now. I was really concerned.”

He casually placed his hand on your thigh, taking you off guard. You stared at his hand; trying to act as cool about it as you could. Your eyes trailed from his warm hand up to his face.

He was staring back. You gulped.

“I jus—”

You wanted to say something to break the awkward tension, but taehyung pressed his palm into your flesh; making you stop.

His eyes were boring invisible holes into yours. Your heartbeat plummeted as he started moving his hand up and down your thigh. An impulsive whine left your throat.

“Fuck.” He muttered to himself, but you heard him. His eyes were swimming in a pool of emotions; but the most prominent one, you figured, was anger. It was strong, like a magnet; pulling you towards him.

The next thing you know, his lips brushed against yours. You jolted at the contact; all kinds of shivers tingling across your hot body. His other hand gripped your nape firmly; keeping you in place as he gently devoured your lips.

He sucked on your upper lip, then shifted to the bottom; leaving you in a trance. It was as if your senses had betrayed you in that very moment. You had absolutely no control over yourself as you let him insert his tongue deep into your mouth.

He licked around desperately, groaning at your taste. You didn’t kiss him back; heck you didn’t even move an inch; statued in place.

An unconscious moan left your throat when his pink flesh came in contact with yours.

“Ah.. you taste so good.” He murmured in that deep voice of his, diving right back into the kiss. Your eyes shut closed this time, as you felt his long tongue do its wonders.

Your loud hot breaths collided with each other. He arched his neck now; kissing you slowly but more deeply.

The faint creaking of the main door remained unnoticed as you both continued making out in the living room.

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cr to the owner

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ : Tᴇᴀ

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴇɴ

"But jimin.."

You clenched your teeth, dragging the 'n' sound more than needed.

He sighed.

"We've been through this y/n. I'm not coming."

He shrugged the blazer on, adjusting the lapels on it.

"But she invited the both of us."

You tried your softest puppy eyes but he just chuckled; shaking his head.

"I'd love to, but I can't. It's a very important meeting baby."

"I knowww.. but-"

"Ahh stop whining and help me put this tie on."

You groaned, making your way in front of him. You didn't look into his eyes, not even for one bit, making him roll his eyes.

"Seriously?"

You nodded, tying the knot a little tighter on purpose.

"Yeah. It'll be so awkward without you. I mean, what am I supposed to do?"

He smiled, wrapping his arms around you.

"Watch them do couple-y shit and sulk. What else?"

You pouted.

"I'll get bored."

He hummed, trying to think of something.

"Ahh.." his face lit up. "How about taehyung?"

You quirked your eyebrow; unamused.

"What about taehyung?"

Jimin smirked.

"He could accompany you while I'm away."

"But-"

"Sshhh.." he put his forefinger on your lips, causing you to shut it.

"Sit."

You sat on the mattress, followed by your husband who sat on the floor; just between your legs.

"Look. Baby, I don't want this either." He traced his thumb on the back of your hand. "I don't wanna disappear like this. But you have to understand that my job requires me to be there. Can you do that?"

You sighed, nodding.

"I understand jimin. You should go."

"No hard feelings?"

You widened your eyes when he put out his short pinky for you.

"Never." You intertwined your longer pinky with his, giggling at how childlike he seemed even in a suit and tie.

"I'll be going then." He leaned in to place a soft kiss on your lips, leaving you breathless.

"Fuck. Please don'tttt." You encircled your arms around his neck.

He grinned.

"I'll be back before you know it."

—

Taehyung pulled out a chair for you, all the while running his fingers through his growing perms. You looked up at him to say thank you, but he wasn't looking back; a look of distress visible in his eyes.

You sat down nonetheless, your attention drifting towards the couple sitting just across you two.

"Joonie, this is my dearest friend in the world, y/n." Nayeon said, gesturing towards an awkward you.

Namjoon took a quick look at your face; nodding.

"Ahhh.. nice to meet you." He extended his hand towards you.

You cluelessly stared at it for a while; you observed his fingers were long and veiny, and a pair of silver rings adorned them.

"Nice to meet you too."

His hand felt cold against yours, probably by holding the cup of iced tea he was having.

"I've heard a lot about you..Y/N-ssi." His voice was deep; an air of intimidation surrounded him.

You didn't know why, but you got goose bumps hearing it.

"I hope they're good things." You tried to smile.

He nodded slowly, taking a sip of his tea.

"You're jimin's wife, right? Park Jimin's?"

Your eyes widened.

"Wait, you know him?"

Namjoon scoffed, placing his cup on the table.

"Know? He was my buddy for 4 years. We graduated high school together."

Your jaw dropped.

"Well.. t-that's cool."

He quirked his eyebrow.

"Why, you didn't know?"

"Ahh.. he-he never mentioned—"

"Maybe 'cause that bastard slept with my girlfriend—"

Nayeon pressed her fingers into his bicep.

He stopped.

Your ears turned a deep red as you tried to make sense of his words. Did he just say that out loud?

Meanwhile, taehyung eyed your side profile cautiously; like you were about to detonate.

His hand extended out to press into your shoulder.

"Y/n.."

"Don't." You jerked it away, getting up from your chair.

You stared at the couple. Namjoon was breathing heavily; his gaze fixed on the table, while nayeon patted his back slowly; her eyes shifting between you two.

"Y/n.." she croaked out; her worried gaze burning holes into you. You stormed out.

—

Taehyung walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of soup in his hands. He seated himself beside you on the couch, nudging your shoulder.

"Y/n, here.. have some soup."

You looked up, eyes shot red with all the weeping. He gasped out.

"Why are you crying?"

He placed the bowl on the side table to wipe your swollen eyes with his sweater paw. You hiccuped.

"Aahhh.. you’ve got snot all over your mouth." He scrunched his nose, bringing a tissue to wipe it away too. He made you snort in the handkerchief.

You groaned. "That feels much better, thanks."

"Now tell me." He said, extending the spoon brimming with soup towards your mouth. "Why were you crying."

You frowned, taking the spoon in your mouth.

"Like you don't know."

He nodded.

"I do know. But it's meaningless to cry over something that happened years ago. Here.." He fed you some more soup.

"But.. it was namjoon's girlfriend y'know? He must like her a lot to do something like that." You gulped down the soup.

"See.. now you're just overanalysing everything. It could've been a drunken mistake. I've had my fair share of mistakes." Taehyung shrugged, emptying another spoon in your mouth.

"Mhm..I don't know taehyung. We share everything. And he-he never mentioned namjoon.. like e-ever." A glistened tear rolled your cheek.

"Ah come here." Taehyung said, enclosing his arms around you. You sobbed with your head on his shoulder.

"You're overreacting. Jimin would never do something like that to you. Do you trust him?"

You silently nodded. He kept patting your back in a regular motion, causing a yawn to leave your mouth.

"Now finish the rest of the soup."

When you didn't respond, taehyung retracted his head to find you dozing off on his shoulder.

"Ahh jinja.."

He made you lay on the couch, pulling the cozy blanket all over you. His shoulder was wet with your tears and snot, which he wiped away while scrunching his nose. But he couldn't help a giggle to leave his mouth.

"You're really something, huh?" He looked down at you peacefully sleeping on the couch. Your eyes were shut closed, mouth slightly parted as you inhaled and exhaled. He very gently removed the stray hair from your face; an unfamiliar feeling bubbling inside him.

He leaned in to touch his lips against yours; your lips were like a soft feather.

"That jerk doesn't deserve you.. baby."

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pt. 10

—𝚓𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝

pt. 9