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Kim Namjoon ✔

Kim Seokjin

Min Yoongi

Jung Hoseok ✔

Park Jimin

Kim Taehyung

Jeon Jungkook

My Novels!

Denial's Survivors (ONGOING!) - park jimin fanfic, jimin × reader, fantasy, fantasy romance, × reader fanfic, yn story

2. The Therapy of Art (COMPLETED!) - jungkook fanfic, jeon jungkook, oc story, × oc, jungkook × oc, short story, romance, toxic boyfriend au

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★ BONUS CHAPTER: NAMJOON ★

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Namjoon walked with his head down along the sidewalk. His slow, dragging step and his gaze full of melancholy and contempt for the world around him proved how broken the boy was inside, with no one to help him.

Months had passed since he'd left Jungkook. He hadn't contacted the boy anymore, deleting himself from every social media and changing his phone number in case the younger one tried to reach him again. He'd done everything in his power not to run into Jungkook at school, avoiding meeting him by chance in the hallways in every way, and sometimes skipping classes so he wouldn't have to see him. He had erased himself from his life.

He had watched the younger one start living again from the shadows, like a guardian angel watching over him from above. He had watched how Giada helped him, how she'd made his smile come back, and how Jungkook was now better than ever. He was glad the boy's life had improved. In the end, it had been his fault alone that Jungkook had started feeling insecure, that he didn't laugh anymore. Namjoon bitterly regretted the choices he'd made, and he would have wanted to make amends. He often found himself thinking about Jungkook's feelings during the time they'd been together and, in those moments, he didn't understand how he hadn't been able to see that Jungkook's life was slowly crumbling under his eyes because of him. Or maybe, more likely, he had noticed it, but had chosen to ignore it.

However, in that moment, none of those thoughts crossed his mind. Namjoon felt naked, exposed, empty. On Jin's advice, the young man had decided to see someone who could help him, a psychologist or a therapist, and start sessions with a trusted person to figure out what was wrong with him. And, at that moment, he was heading toward the third clinic he would ask for sessions at. The third, because the previous two he'd gone to hadn't taken him seriously, and the psychologists he'd spoken to had filed his case away by simply calling him a young man with anger issues.

Namjoon, despite the verdicts they'd given him, knew better than anyone that whatever he had wasn't just a simple anger management problem. It was something deeper, something radical that had its roots in his past, something even he couldn't understand. The reason he'd called the clinics was so their doctors could decipher what was hiding inside him, but up until then he hadn't found anyone who had tried to care about it. If he had a bad experience with the psychologist he was going to meet too, he wasn't sure he'd have enough self-esteem left to call another psychology center.

In a few minutes he had arrived at the office. He looked at the building with tired eyes; it reminded him of a dentist's office, with the signs and the whole facade painted white and the glass slightly darkened. He sighed, before grabbing the handle and pushing. His feet moved inside the building. There was a counter with a nameplate showing the name of the girl sitting behind it, who greeted the boy with a smile. Namjoon returned the doctor's calm, relaxed expression and approached the reception.

- Excuse me, do you have an appointment? - the young woman asked him. - Yes. I'm supposed to see... Dr. Kim. - - Ah, so you must be Namjoon. The doctor is in her office right now. Would you like me to let her know you've arrived..? - - Yes, thank you. -

The girl typed some numbers on the landline phone she had on the table and lifted the receiver to her ear. She waited a few seconds, then spoke into the phone.

- Doctor, Mr. Kim Namjoon has arrived. Yes... yes, I'll send him in right away. - the girl hung up and turned toward Namjoon. - The doctor is ready to see you, Mr. Kim. The doctor's office is down the hall, on the right. You'll see it immediately, because there's a large agave plant at the entrance. - - Oh, thank you. - Namjoon murmured, memorizing the directions he was given. - Excuse me... what's the psychologist's first name? - - The doctor's name is Joo-Hee. -

Namjoon nodded, then moved away from the reception and headed toward the doctor's office. Following the directions the woman had given him, he arrived in front of the darkened glass door that hid the view inside the office. In front of the door, as the receptionist had explained, there was a large agave plant.

Namjoon took a deep breath, and forced himself to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat. He had a strange feeling, a sentiment he couldn't exactly decipher, that made him scared of what was to come. He forced himself to stay positive and have faith. This would be the right time. He raised his hand, and with fingers trembling from agitation rang the bell. He was greeted by a faint "come in", muffled by the glass of the door. Sweat had started running down his eyebrows, his mind had once again filled with useless thoughts. He forced himself to stay calm, and put on his best smile as soon as he stepped inside the small office.

- Good morning, Doctor. I'm Kim Namjoon. You and I had an appointment. - - Of course, I remember perfectly. -

The voice that reached his ears didn't belong to a middle-aged woman, but to a young girl. Namjoon opened his eyes, which he'd closed from anxiety, and couldn't believe what he saw. In front of him was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. The psychologist was bent over her desk, carefully reviewing a document, her reading glasses resting on her face, eyes half-closed from the care and attention she was putting into her work. It was the sound of the door slamming that drew her attention. Her gaze landed on Namjoon, and the young man's heart skipped a beat. She had stunning eyes. Namjoon wanted to hate himself for what his mind was thinking, but Kim Joo-Hee really was the most alluring and breathtaking woman he had ever seen. The girl's eyes and lips curved into a welcoming smile, and Namjoon fell in love with her face a second time.

- It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Kim. My name is Joo-Hee and I'll be your psychologist for this year. -

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★ BONUS CHAPTER: JIMIN E TAEHYUNG (🔞) ★

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Giada greeted Jimin with a hug. The young man returned the gesture joyfully, holding Giada in his arms.

- Giada... thank you for helping Jungkook. I'm eternally grateful. - - You're too kind, Jimin. It was Jungkook who helped me! - - Shut up and accept the compliments. Without you, Taehyung and I might not even be together, and Jungkook wouldn't have such a beautiful and sweet girlfriend as you. - - Oh, you're going to make me blush. What will Jungkook think of all these compliments? -

As the two broke apart, laughing, the aforementioned man appeared behind Giada and wrapped his arms around her waist.

- I heard my name. - He whispered, looking adoringly at his girlfriend. - Jungkook... - - We were just talking about you. - - Only nice things, I hope. - - Of course! "I would never try to belittle you just to get attention from your beautiful girlfriend, my friend," Jimin chirped, a playful smile on his face. As if sensing his boyfriend shamelessly flirting with someone else, Taehyung approached the blonde, wrapping his warm body around him.

- Jimin... - Taehyung murmured, his deep voice echoing in the blond's ears. - What are you doing? Are you trying to hook up with someone else in front of me? -

Jimin chuckled mischievously and turned around so he could wrap his arms around his boyfriend's neck.

- What are you talking about? I could never... - he replied seductively, only to melt his lips over the raven-haired man's.

For Jungkook and Giada, that was the impetus that convinced them to leave the apartment and head to the therapist's house instead. Without Jimin and Taehyung noticing, too busy devouring each other's mouths, the two opened the door and quietly walked to the apartment building's parking lot, where Giada's car was parked. She started the engine, and the two sped off with the other cars into the night.

Meanwhile, inside the house they'd left, the two lovers were having fun with each other. As soon as they realized Giada and Jungkook were gone, Taehyung picked up Jimin without taking his lips off and carried the young man into their shared bedroom.

- I guess Jungkook's staying with his girlfriend tonight, - Jimin whispered breathlessly as his back touched the mattress. - Do you know what this means? - - Mmm...? No, what does it mean? - - It means that we're all alone in this beautiful apartment. -

Taehyung chuckled darkly, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly in a mischievous smile.

- Better for us, don't you think? I'll make you scream, baby. -

Jimin moaned in delight at the prospect, and in no time at all, his clothes were gone. Taehyung had greedily ripped them off with his own hands, and the remains had ended up on the floor, along with the brunette's shirt. Taehyung's eyes hungrily roamed over every inch of Jimin's bare skin, from his nipples, erect with arousal, to his lean, slightly muscled ribs, to his long, slender legs. The blond, beneath him, squirmed under the intensity of his gaze.

- Tae... Tae, please... - - Please what, beautiful...? - - Fuck me, fuck me please! - - Mmhh, you have to be patient. Let me take care of you, sweetheart. -

Taehyung slid his hands all over the blonde's naked body, pausing at his nipples. He pulled and squeezed the two pink buttons until they were red and sensitive. Under his expert hands, Jimin stirred excitedly, begging him to hurry and indulge his pleasure. Taehyung decided to tease Jimin for a few more minutes, and his sinful mouth closed around one of the boy's nipples, his tongue softly licking the skin. Jimin's back arched deliciously beneath him, and the blonde offered himself even more to Taehyung.

The brunette's hand, meanwhile, had moved to caress the rest of Jimin's body, reaching his lower body. With his fingers, he playfully teased Jimin's bundle of nerves, and he cried out seductively with pleasure. With his hand moving inside him and his boyfriend's mouth on his body, Jimin was completely exposed to Taehyung and abandoned to him. Both were hot and sweaty.

- Taehyung... please... - - Mmhh? Do you want me to take care of you, love...? - - Yes... please, Tae... - - All right. I'll take care of you. -

Taehyung slowly removed the jeans he was wearing, letting Jimin greedily drink in the sensual sight of his body. The blond tingled with anticipation, the desire and lust coursing freely through his veins, and with one hand he traced the line of Taehyung's slightly defined abs. That same hand lightly traveled up to the line of the boy's neck, which Jimin pulled on top of him. Taehyung obediently let himself fall on top of his boyfriend, chuckling amused by the blond's impatience. His hands rested on the side of Jimin's head. The boy's legs instead wrapped around the brunette's hips. Taehyung lined up with the blond and, after one last look of confirmation, he pushed forward.

Jimin's reaction was immediate and involuntary. His mouth screamed silently, his eyes closed, and his entire body rose from the mattress. Taehyung then connected his mouth with his and began to move languidly, slower at first to let Jimin get used to it, then picking up the pace. Their skins met and collided, merging. It was as if the two had become one. Taehyung embraced Jimin and let himself drown with him in the pleasure he was experiencing. He felt his heart beating in tandem with his boyfriend's, their minds connecting. Jimin's erotic moans, coupled with the sound of Taehyung's hips slamming, filled the room. He succumbed to the inviting body of his beloved, and with him, abandoned himself to the sensations their union was causing him. Pleasure exploded inside him like a blooming flower, and for a moment Taehyung thought he could see stars.

Slowly and carefully, he removed himself from Jimin and lay down on the mattress next to him. They were both sweaty and dirty. Jimin was breathing heavily, his eyes closed from exhaustion. Taehyung got out of bed and went to the bathroom, where he grabbed some tissues and water to clean his boyfriend. He returned to their shared bedroom. Jimin was lying with his arms outstretched and his face turned toward the ceiling. His breathing had calmed, slowed, a sign that he was slowly regaining his strength. Taehyung smiled at his boyfriend's adorable expression and sat down on the mattress, where he carefully cleaned Jimin's body. Jimin, feeling the wet tissues on his body, squirmed and shifted slightly.

- Calm down, sweetie. It's just me. - Taehyung whispered instantly, visibly relaxing Jimin. - Tae... - - Mmhh...? Is there something you want to tell me? - - Mh. I love you. - - Aaww. You're too cute. I want to eat you. - - You can do it next time, if you want. - - Damn, I love you. -

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