jairang

Your thoughts were drifting from this car, to outside the windows where rain was falling steadily against the pavement.

It had been raining nonstop since you touched down in Paris, but something about the rain and the city landscape made the whole thing more beautiful to you.

“Anyway, it’s going to be simple. I’ll take you room to room, introduce you to who I know, get your name out there. Tonight is going to be the launching point of your career, I can just feel it!” Mr. Chen said as you tore your attention from the window to look at his grinning face.

“I am excited to meet everyone. There are going to be so many new faces.” You commented, shifting again as the car took a right turn.

“Oh, you’ll meet so many influential people who will hopefully pass your name on. Tonight we are rubbing elbows with Paris and Korea’s finest.”

His words make a nervous knot appear in your stomach, and it must show on your face because Mr. Chen shoots you an encouraging smile as he reaches across the car to pat your hand.

“But why Paris of all places? I mean, I’m not complaining, it’s stunning here. I’m just curious.” You say as the car pauses at a light, and you watch a couple of pedestrians jogging across with colourful umbrellas overhead.

“Because he has friends who like to visit here quite frequently. And with all the money he has, this house hardly made a dent.” Mr. Chen responded, pulling a face.

“Some of the friends I like, others…not so much. But they come with the territory of being Jackson Wang.”

You fiddled with the beaded bag in your lap as Mr. Chen cleared his throat, suddenly turning to you and looking serious.

“Listen, I wanted to make you aware that some of his friends that I don’t really like are going to be here tonight, and I want you to steer clear. They aren’t what your image needs, and getting tangled up with them will give you all sorts of publicity, but the bad kind. The kind we don’t want.”

You stared at him and nodded as he continued his warning.

“The 94s will be here tonight, and while my plan is to stay with you, if somehow we get separated, I beg that you stay away from them. Far away from them. They are the last thing we need right now.” He says as his voice drips with distaste.

A shiver ran down your spine as the rain seemed to lash harder against the windows.

“I will.” You promise as he shoots you a serious look before a smile appears on his face, and he pulls out his phone to text someone.

You let him text as you once again gaze out the window and let your thoughts run wild as you stare at the raindrops.

The 94s were Korea’s most dangerous rap duo.

They burst on the scene almost ten years ago, and you (and half the country) were surprised that they lasted this long with the type of behaviour they showcased.

The group consisted of two members, Jung Hoseok and Kim Namjoon.

Jung Hoseok was the wild card of the group. With his heart-shaped smile and kind eyes, you would mistake him for someone else, that was, until he opened his mouth.

His raps were patient and calculating, like a snake slithering before it struck its victim.

Countless videos were circulating of him smoking, drinking, and one particularly raunchy video where he sucked a shot from a girl's stomach, all the while his other hand was tugging at the bulge that was straining in his pants.

The other member was Kim Namjoon.

He was the leader and the main lyricist.

His lyrics were quick, witty, and usually you didn’t realize he was rapping about you until a couple of listens in.

He called out the government, the laws, the youth and even his fans in his songs, but did it in a way that was tasteful with a slight edge to it.

Namjoon wasn’t as out there as Hoseok was, but his gaze was sharp and merciless if he didn’t like you.

Both of them were managed by the equally dangerous Min Yoongi, who only chuckled when Namjoon or Hoseok got too rowdy.

His motto was “all publicity was good publicity,” and was the only reason why Namjoon and Hoseok had not been reigned in yet.

You were certain that pure curiosity about what they would get away with next was what kept them relevant, and their fanbase was just as dangerous as they were.

“Alright, we are here.” Mr. Chen announced as you snapped quickly from your thoughts and turned your face away from the droplets of rain hitting the window.

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“God, this party is dog shit,” Hoseok whined as he adjusted his pants and spread his legs, knocking Namjoon’s knee as he let out a sigh.

Namjoon shot his friend a pointed look before leaning forward to grasp the drink he had left on the coffee table.

The ice sloshed around as he sipped on the whisky, letting it sit in his mouth for a moment before he swallowed and hummed as it burned all the way down.

Hoseok wasn’t really in the wrong. This party was a little too stuffy for his taste, but Namjoon knew how important it was to keep up appearances, so he smiled at everyone who walked by and tried to look interested when people came up to speak to him.

He didn’t know their names.

He didn’t care to know their names.

But he knew this was important.

“I miss the parties back home. Paris is so…stuffy.” Hoseok says, keeping his voice low as his long fingers reach for his drink and he sips it, looking impassive about the atmosphere around him.

A sharp pinch is delivered to Hoseok’s neck, which makes him yelp as Namjoon snickers and cranes his head to see Yoongi not missing a beat in his conversation as he retracts his hand from Hoseok with a small smile painting his lips.

“I’m only telling the truth,” Hoseok grumbles as he spreads his long legs and nudges the extravagant coffee table with his foot.

“I’m not disagreeing with you, but you know why we have to be here.” Namjoon reminds, his sharp eyes scan the crowd for something to look at, something to at least keep his interest.

Namjoon tapped his fingers against his thigh as he tried to ignore Hoseok, who was squirming on the couch trying, and failing to get comfortable against the hard leather.

“This couch is dog shit, too,” Hoseok whispers as Namjoon can’t help but grin at his friend.

“I think it’s more for show than for function." He points out as a waiter comes around with champagne, but both men decline with a shake of their heads.

“A couch just for show? Yeah, that sounds about right for Jackson. Isn’t the girl on his arm the same thing?” Hoseok nearly hisses in amusement.

Namjoon’s eyes find Jackson across the room with a pretty redhead on his arm.

His head is thrown back, he’s laughing, and the girl is staring at him with such awe in her face that it is almost embarrassing.

“Maybe she’s just excited to be at a famous Jackson Wang party.” Namjoon pointed out, still staring at the girl whose hair was falling over her shoulder and halfway down her back.

His eyes naturally followed her curves, and he hummed in appreciation at the swell of her ass.

“Once you’ve been to one, you’ve been to all of them.” Hoseok shot back as he swirled the dark liquid around his glass with an annoyed expression.

Outside, the rain had slowed to an easy drizzle, and Namjoon watched as the droplets raced down the windows.

He must have been staring too long because Hoseok nudged him with his shoulder, snapping Namjoon from his moody thoughts.

“Play with me Joonie. I’m bored,” Hoseok whined as Namjoon made eye contact with a waiter, and in exactly thirty seconds, another drink was thrust into both of their hands.

Namjoon slipped the man money, and he grinned before bowing and excusing himself.

“Getting me drunk won't stop me from being bored, you know.” Hoseok teased as his heart-shaped lips wrapped around the rim, and he took a long, slow swig, never breaking eye contact with Namjoon.

“I think you are old enough now to entertain yourself. There are at least a hundred people here. Find one of them to annoy.” Namjoon said impatiently as he took a swig of his drink before placing it on the table with no coaster.

The coffee table was ugly anyway, and Jackson should probably replace it.

“But you like it when I’m whiny.” Hoseok pointed out with a lewd smile on his face as he shifted so his thigh was pressing impossibly tight into Namjoon’s own thigh.

“Hoseok, we are in public.” Namjoon reminds, as Hoseok giggles under his breath and leans in.

To anyone else, it would look like the two of them were chatting, or maybe scheming for a new album.

But Namjoon knew better than to think this was anything innocent.

“Come on Joonie, play with me. You remember the last Jackson party. The body shots taken off girls... and guys. Remember how jealous you got and how good you fucked me after.” Hoseok purred as his lips grazed the shell of Namjoon’s ear, and he fought back a shudder.

“If you play nice now, I’ll reward you later. Don’t forget we are in public.” Namjoon warns in a dangerous tone

“Thought that was the whole thing about the last Jackson party. You didn’t lock the door. You’re so nasty Joon. You wanted someone to walk in and see me bent in half for you.”

Before Namjoon could push his friend off and subtly adjust his cock, which was slowly starting to chub up in his dress pants, someone walked in who immediately caught Namjoon’s eye.

Hoseok seemed to notice too, as he pushed himself away and straightened up on the couch, staring in the same direction.

He watched with rapt interest as she was being led through the room like a prized animal. Stopping to talk to all the important people, only taking small sips of champagne so she would stay alert and focused.

Namjoon didn’t know who she was, but he was dying to find out.

“Don’t even think about it you two.” Yoongi hissed in their ears as Namjoon nearly jumped, forgetting Yoongi had been there the entire time.

He was standing in his all-black outfit with his hands on the back of the couch as he stood between them, staring at the newcomer.

“Who is she?” Hoseok asked innocently as Namjoon once again shifted on the uncomfortable couch and stretched his long legs out, smirking when he noticed some nearby girls shamelessly staring at his thighs.

Though that wasn’t the stare he wanted, he would still take the ego boost.

“Mr. Chen’s new girl. Staring in some indie movie that’s going to drop in a month.” Yoongi informed, sounding bored as Namjoon once again leaned forward to grab his glass from the coffee table and took a long, slow drink.

“She’s here because Mr. Chen thought it would be wise for her to get her name out there. They are expecting big numbers and figured this would be the perfect place to do some networking.”

Namjoon placed his glass down and rubbed his palms against his pants.

“What kind of film?” Hoseok asks.

“Some romance or something. I heard murmurs about it.”

“Romance? With a body like that, it should be an action film for sure.” Hoseok commented as Yoongi rolled his eyes and Namjoon knocked his arm.

“What! We all were thinking it! I’m not the only one.” He defended, looking at Namjoon for moral support.

“Anyway, it doesn’t matter what film because she’s doing the right thing. Networking. Marketing. Something you two should be doing instead of sitting here looking miserable.” Yoongi reminded.

“What do we have to network for? Everyone knows us.” Hoseok counters with a playful grin.

Namjoon watches as you bow politely to someone and rub your hands together almost nervously.

He thinks you have no reason to be nervous

You are by far the most captivating thing in this room.

“Maybe we should go network Hoseok,” Namjoon starts as he slowly pushes himself from the couch.

“There is a beautiful girl over there we haven’t met yet.” He teases with a dimpled grin as Hoseok gets the message and follows suit in standing up.

They aren’t even halfway up before Yoongi is grabbing them and forcing them to sit back on the couch with a harsh growl.

“Mr. Chen is still a pain in my ass because you guys toyed with his last newbie. And I’m still stuck dealing with him." Yoongi grumbled.

“We hardly toyed with her.” Namjoon pointed out as Yoongi let out a harsh breath through his nose.

“You fucked her and then just…ghosted.”

“She took it too far. We said we were only in it for the sex. She was the one who was in love with us or some shit.” Hoseok pointed out.

Yoongi looked on the verge of murder as he schooled his features and took a generous swig of the drink in his hand.

“Next time, keep it between you two. Don’t involve other people because that means more work for me.” He hisses as his hands tighten on the back of the couch, dimpling the leather.

“Yoongi. Hyung. Why don’t you join us one of these days? Ease some of that tension. Namjoon is very good for that.” Hoseok says, shooting his friend a wink that makes Namjoon snicker.

“No thanks you animal,” Yoongi says with the same pinched expression on his face he had since this conversation started.

“I’m going to the bathroom and when I get back, you both better be networking. Not with her. But at least with someone but yourselves. Got it?”

They both didn’t have a chance to answer as Yoongi seemed to disappear in the crowd instantly.

Hoseok jut out his bottom lip as he placed Yoongi’s discarded glass on the coffee table.

“He could have been a good addition. I bet with all that anger, he would be so pliable. So fun to play with.”

A laugh bubbled from the other side of the room, and the hairs on Namjoon’s arms stood when he realized it came from you.

Your head was thrown back, and you were giggling at something your manager had said to the small group of people that had crowded around.

Namjoon would like to think that in another life, he was a perfect gentleman. With a house, a wife, and some kids.

Maybe a white picket fence and a dog.

In this life, however, he was a man controlled by his desires.

He ate when he wanted, drank what he wanted and fucked whoever he wanted.

Watching you across the room, so shy and innocent as you politely laughed along to what people were saying, made his cock harden in his pants and awakened some part of him that wanted to ruin your innocence.

Your lips were stained red and pulled into a smile, and Namjoon knew in that moment he would give anything to have that lipstick form a delightful ring around the base of his cock as you swallowed him whole.

You must have felt his stare because you turned your head slightly and made eye contact with him.

It was as if he was branded with a hot iron.

His cock jumped against the fabric of his pants, and he could feel precum oozing from the slit, coating his cockhead in warm wetness as your cheeks flushed the prettiest red before you turned away and absorbed yourself in the conversation.

“Fuck Namjoon, I can almost smell the pheromones coming off of you. Go to the bathroom and jerk off for fucks sake. Or if you want, I don’t mind swallowing tonight.” Hoseok offered with a tempting grin.

“We don’t need Yoongi as a third. We have our third right there.” He points out to Hoseok, whose sharp gaze was still laser-focused.

“God, it’s so sexy when you want to break the rules.” Hoseok giggles as Namjoon pushes himself off the couch to go network.

Just as Yoongi told him to.

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You had been at this party for a total of three hours and had yet to meet Jackson.

Mr. Chen reminded you that this is usually how the parties went but a small part of you felt bad you never greeted or thanked the host.

The champagne was flowing, and you took small sips as you tried to keep up with the conversation around you.

Jackson’s home was beautiful and well decorated as Mr. Chen took you from room to room, doing his best to introduce you to people he found important.

You smiled, answered questions, and listened attentively to everyone you spoke to, as Mr. Chen whispered praises to you under his breath.

The second you walked into the third sitting room, you felt a shift, almost like the energy in the room was charged dangerously as Mr. Chen ushered you to the far wall and began to talk to some artists that you didn’t know.

You were perfectly polite as you engaged in conversation, laughed when you needed to and asked all the right questions.

Mr. Chen was beaming, obviously pleased, but you couldn’t ignore the heated feeling in your gut as you felt a sharp stare from across the room.

Almost like a lion stalking its prey.

You didn’t dare look right away. You were supposed to be listening to the conversation at hand, but it had changed over to famous literature, and you didn’t have much to say about that, so you snuck a peek.

It was like lightning.

Like a scorching spotlight.

Like a storm brewing in the distance.

You caught Kim Namjoon himself, staring at you with rapt appreciation.

His face was beautiful, as if carved by the gods.

His eyes were dark and dangerous, his full lips were drawn into a line, that was, until his tongue darted out to lick them.

His suit jacket was open to show off the black button-up he wore underneath. The fabric was stretched deliciously across his chest, the buttons holding for dear life.

His legs were spread carelessly in front of him, and the no doubt expensive fabric of his pants was pulled taut against his muscled thighs.

He raised an eyebrow at you, and you quickly looked away, feeling the heat of a blush bloom against your skin as you fought to not fidget on the spot under his severe gaze.

You took a small sip of champagne and tried to zone back in to the conversation, but it was no use.

The heat in the room was suffocating, and you felt sweat bead at your temple as you tried to carefully brush it back with your fingers.

Careful as you could be, you handed your champagne to your manager and quietly excused yourself as you navigated the giant house looking for a bathroom.

You found one at the very end of the hall and carefully slipped inside.

The blush that coated your cheeks was nearly the same shade as your lipstick as you ran cold water over your wrists and told yourself to calm down.

It was just Kim Namjoon.

Staring at you.

Like he wanted to ravish you.

Just that thought alone sent your stomach jolting and a shot of desire to run through your veins.

You gripped the marble sink for support, and it felt cool under your fingers.

The sexual desire you were feeling just from one heated glance was sending you spiralling, and you didn’t need the bathroom; you needed air.

Stumbling through the door, you made your way blindly down the hall until you found a bedroom with the door propped wide open and, thankfully, a balcony.

You cautiously stepped inside and made your way over to the balcony on nearly shaky legs as you threw open the door and hid under the awning.

The rain was a soft mist around you.

Wrapping your arms around your body to ward off the dampness, you stood there watching the city of Paris as you took several deep breaths.

Laughter rang out below, and you looked down to see a couple staggering from Jackson’s house. They were hand in hand and feverishly kissing each other as the man was hailing a taxi to take them away.

You thought about Namjoon doing that to you, and a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold settled in your bones.

The rain hissed all around as you tore your gaze away from the couple to look up at the cloudy sky and the huge buildings in the distance.

The smell of the rain, and the city in general, wrapped around you like a blanket as you felt your breathing slow.

It was fine

Everything was fine.

You could go back to the party and mingle.

You would ignore Kim Namjoon and his stare, and you could do what you came here to do in the first place.

You turned around and nearly yelped in shock when you saw someone resting against the door frame, looking at you kindly.

Though it wasn’t Kim Namjoon, the person was equally as dangerous.

“Thank goodness. I was just about to call out to you. Hope you weren’t thinking of jumping.” He said with a heart-shaped smile.

Carefully, you stepped away from the balcony and closed the French doors with an audible snap.

“No, definitely wasn’t thinking of jumping.” You answered as you smoothed down your dress.

Jung Hoseok smiled at you again and carefully grabbed your hand.

You let him press a kiss to it that was more gentle than you were expecting.

“I’m glad I ran into you. I’ve heard your name floating around all night, and I must say… I am curious.” He says smoothly as he lets your hand go.

“Curious about what?” You ask.

“Why are you all alone on a balcony at Paris’ hottest party?”

You crack a smile and feel yourself relax.

“Just needed some air, that’s all.”

Hoseok paused as if he was taking in your answer before he spoke again.

“Yeah, sometimes it can get stuffy, networking and all that.”

Before you can answer, he is back to speaking again.

“Don’t take it that wrong way. I mean no disrespect. We have all done it before, and I think you picked a wise venue to do it. Everyone who’s important is here tonight. Mr. Chen is a smart guy.” He complements.

“Well. Thank you. I guess.” You say as you stare at him wearily.

Was this really the same guy who hip thrusts on stage and writes about how good his fingers are at making people cum?

“You’re welcome.” He says, shooting you a grin that, despite everything you know, makes you slightly melt.

“I guess I should go back…” You trail off.

“You could..." He says.

“Or. You could stay and talk to me.”

You cock an eyebrow.

“I mean, if we do, we should go somewhere else. This is Jackson’s room, and I don’t think he will like that we are in here.”

Embarrassment flushes you until Hoseok waves you off.

“He’s the idiot who left the door open. But we should close it. Just in case.”

Mr. Chen’s warnings are long forgotten as you follow Hoseok out of the room and watch as he shuts the door.

He’s tall.

Much taller than you, and up close, you can really admire his beauty.

He doesn’t look like how he does on stage, so there should be no harm in talking to him for a bit.

Right?

Hoseok's hand is warm in yours as he brings you down the hall and into one of the many dining rooms.

People are milling about, not paying any attention to you as Hoseok steals you away.

Your dress flutters behind as you fight to keep up, and after another staircase and a couple more turns, you find yourself in a bedroom that looks like it was out of a dream.

The walls are painted a soft white, and everything is perfectly placed as if not one person had ever stepped foot in here.

In the middle of the room was a king-sized bed that looked comfortable beyond belief, and Hoseok shot you a boyish grin as he dragged you inside.

“I wanted to bring you here. This side of the house has a better view of Paris anyway.” He says as you find yourself almost floating towards the balcony.

You carefully open the doors and step out to see the sprawling city below.

The lights are a lot clearer, and there is a lot more going on.

You hear the wet sounds of the rain-soaked pavement, you hear cars honking, and when you look up, buildings sparkle like diamonds before your very eyes.

“This is. Wow.” You breathe out as Hoseok joins you under the awning and smiles kindly as he lets you take it all in.

This city seems like such a juxtaposition to the rambunctious party happening below, and you are grateful Hoseok gave you this little pocket to enjoy.

“It really is beautiful.” You comment as the wind rushes over your skin.

But you don’t feel the cold.

You feel exhilarated.

“I could say the same thing about the city. Or about you.” He shamelessly flirts as you shiver.

“But hey. I’m not here to ruin this for you with my tactless flirting. Take all the time you need. I’ll be on the chaise lounge whenever you want to chat.”

He pats your arm and turns away, giving you all the space you need.

The wind ruffles your dress, and you wrap your arms around your body as you take a look at the city below.

While its beauty is unparalleled, you are too curious about Hoseok to stay much longer, so you take a deep breath and step back from the balcony and close the doors.

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“Back so soon?” He teases as you watch him carefully place his phone on the floor, as you walk towards him and position yourself on the very edge of the cushion.

“I’ll have more time to explore tomorrow.” You tell him.

Which was only a half lie.

You did have time to see the city tomorrow. A whole hour of it before you had to get on a plane and fly home.

“You’re going to enjoy that. It really is a beautiful place. Inspired some of the greatest artists and musicians.”

You fiddle with the hem of your dress as you speak again.

“Does it inspire you?”

Hoseok smiles and runs a finger across his lip in thought.

“I mean, I guess. Namjoon and Yoongi are more of the lyricists. I’m just here to have a good time.”

You appreciate his honesty.

“And are you? Having a good time, I mean.” You ask without thinking as Hoseok shoots you a slow, easy smile that makes your stomach flutter.

“Now I am. Before not so much.”

Talking with Hoseok was as easy as breathing, and you felt the words tumble out before you could think.

“What happened before that made it not enjoyable?”

Hoseok studied you for a moment before speaking.

“Oh, just the networking part. I know it’s important, but it’s just so boring. Talking to people you will probably never meet again. Selling yourself as if you are a product. I hate it.” He admits as you reach out to pat his hand.

“It was fun for me for all of half an hour, and now I feel the same way. Mr. Chen is better at it than I am, so most of the time I just stood there trying not to look bored.”

He let out a twinkling laugh at your words, and you felt light bloom in your chest.

You made him smile

You made him laugh.

And you wanted to do it again.

“I completely get that! Namjoon and I were so bored we nearly fell asleep on the couch as Yoongi talked business.” He explains, as you once again feel heat creep up your neck as your mind replays Namjoon’s heated look.

“Yeah, I saw Yoongi talking business.” You say as Hoseok’s eyes begin to twinkle and he pushes himself closer to you.

“Saw Yoongi or saw us?” He teases with a wide grin.

“B-Both of you. A-All of you, I mean.” You stammer, feeling hot under his gaze.

“No need to be nervous. It’s just me.” He reminds playfully as his thumb comes out to trace an invisible line on your wrist.

It leaves heat in its path as he traces left and right as if it's the most natural thing in the world.

As if he had done this with countless other girls.

Which he probably has.

“Shouldn’t I be nervous. I mean, I know who you both are. I know your… reputation.” You whisper as you can’t tear your eyes away from him, even when you hear loud bass echoing from downstairs.

The party may as well be a thousand miles away instead of right under you, as you were mesmerized by Hoseok’s gaze.

“Are we the most gentlemanly people you will meet at this party? Probably not. Do we play it up for the media because that’s what they make us out to be? These…delinquents.”

His hand comes to rest under your chin, and he tilts your head up to deepen your gaze.

“If the media wants us to be bad, we will be bad. It’s all part of the game, love.” He nearly coos.

The heat you were feeling mere hours ago when you were downstairs couldn’t touch the heat you were feeling now.

Your heart was racing under your skin, your tongue darted out to lick your lips, and you were fairly certain your pupils were dilated as you stared at the beautiful being who was Jung Hoseok.

“That’s all these parties are anyway. Games. Tricks. Kissing ass to get what you want. It’s all just so….fake.” He says as his hand leaves your chin and he uses his thumb to swipe along your bottom lip, taking with it the red lipstick you had been wearing.

“F-Fake. Yeah.” You breathe out as you continue to stare at him.

His gaze is no longer soft and welcoming.

It had transformed into something dark and hungry as he took his time staring at you from the crown of your head to the uncomfortable heels you started to kick off.

You suck in a breath when his eyes stop to admire your breasts, and you can’t help but squeeze your legs together when his tongue darts out to lick at his cupid's bow.

Maddeningly, he kept talking about how fake the entire industry was, but you were unable to focus on that now.

Not when he started shrugging off his suit jacket, and you nearly moaned when you saw the way his body moved under his almost see-through dress shirt.

He was enticing.

He was dangerous

He was all you could think about.

Hoseok ran a hand through his hair, and the rings on his fingers glittered in the lamplight.

The dull ache between your legs was reaching a peak as Hoseok continued to rant passionately.

When his hand came out to accentuate his point, his knuckle brushed your thigh, and you felt your body quiver with anticipation.

Every muscle, every fibre of your being was attuned to him as you scooted closer and felt your knee brush his.

You felt under a trance.

Like you couldn’t move or even think until this man got his mouth on you.

Or his hands

Those long fingers that you couldn’t stop thinking about as he continued to wave them around animatedly.

You felt like a woman starved.

You had never in your entire life wanted anyone as badly as you wanted Hoseok in this moment.

It was madness, how you briefly considered begging as he continued to talk, clearly unaware of what was going on in your head.

“Hoseok. Shut up. Please.” You said as you finally snapped, and he stopped talking with a surprised look on his face.

“Oh, sorry. I get heated about these things. Was I talking too much? You look kind of heated, too. You okay?” He questions, and you don’t even bother asking.

Instead, you launch yourself at him and tangle your hands in his hair as you kiss him feverishly.

You don’t let the kiss last too long as you pull away and see his eyes blown wide.

“This okay?” You ask timidly.

“Baby, this is more than okay. I’ve been hard for the past ten minutes.” He admits with a shameless grin as he grinds himself against your body, and you can feel his erection poking your hip.

Fuck he’s long

Fuck you want that inside you.

Your pussy throbs in agreement as you get back to kissing him with everything you have.

Hoseok wraps his arms around you and holds you steady as he kisses you back. He slowly grinds himself against you as his tongue darts out to lick at the seam of your lips.

You moan his name as you tangle your hands in his hair and give him a tug, which makes a delicious moan fall from those heart-shaped lips.

Hoseok carefully lifts you off of him, and before you know it, you are being deposited on the bed.

The luxurious bed hugged you close as Hoseok hovered over you, his chains dangling in your face and a satisfied smirk on his lips, just as the door banged open.

You squealed and instinctively covered yourself as Kim Namjoon himself walked inside and shut the door.

The locking sound seemed louder than normal, and you struggled to sit up and explain.

“Thought you were going to wait for me?” He asked Hoseok as you watched him shrug off his suit jacket and let it pool to the floor by his feet.

He stepped over it like the expensive garment meant nothing to him, and his sharp eyes found you once more.

“She couldn’t wait. I was trying to be patient.” Hoseok beamed as he sat back on his haunches.

“I-I” But words failed as your mouth continued to open and close uselessly.

Namjoon took off his shoes.

Hoseok followed his lead.

“What took you so long anyway?” He grumbled as Namjoon made a face.

“Got caught up with Yoongi and Mr. Chen. They were trying to resolve their past differences, and I somehow became a mediator.” He replied calmly.

“Wow, I don’t pity you.” Hoseok laughed as Namjoon nudged his shoulder playfully.

“Oh, believe me, it was very uncomfortable. I did manage to get Mr. Chen’s permission to check on his prized jewel. Never did I expect to see her tangled up with Jung Hoseok of all people. What would the press say?” Namjoon titters scandalized, as you sit up further on the bed away from his hungry gaze.

“If anything, you’re just as bad.” Hoseok points out

Namjoon chuckles.

“And both of us together?”

“Criminal.” Hoseok finishes grinning.

“I-I don’t understand what is-I mean-I?” You stammer.

“Listen, sweetheart, we will make it easy here. Though we both are a bit dangerous, we both had our eye on you from the moment you walked into the room. Hoseok and I are good at sharing. And for tonight we want to share you.” Namjoon says as his nimble fingers reach for the buttons of his shirt.

One by one, they popped open to reveal an expanse of tanned skin and tight muscles as he carefully shucked it off and left it at the foot of the bed.

He was standing in front of you, shirtless and waiting, and you found it suddenly hard to breathe as your eyes travelled up and down his body.

“I-uh. Both of you?” You squeak as Hoseok lifts himself from the bed and also gets to work getting his shirt off.

Though he is not as graceful as Namjoon, his shirt still hits the floor, and your eyes widen.

“If you’ll have us. Though judging by the look on your face, you will.” Namjoon hums with a wink.

“Nearly begging for it.” Hoseok notes as he climbs back on the bed, and you are vaguely aware of it dipping under his weight as your eyes are still transfixed on Namjoon.

“Even though we are a bit dangerous, we are also sweet. Wanna take a bite?” Hoseok entices as he runs a hand down your arm again, pulling your gaze back to him.

“There she is, my sweet girl.” He coos.

His lips once again find yours, and this time, it is just as feverish as the last.

Your hands scramble to find purchase in his hair, and you tilt your head to deepen the kiss as arousal pools in your core.

Without realizing it, you begin to rock against him, desperate for any kind of friction as Hoseok works his hands behind your dress, fumbling for the zipper.

“If you're going to act new, let me do it,” Namjoon grumbles as he pushes Hoseok to the side and kisses you.

His lips are the same softness as Hoseok’s, and it is frustrating how much slower he moves.

Hoseok is a bullet flying out of a gun.

Namjoon is calm, slow and calculated.

He uses one hand to prop you up, and with the other, effortlessly reaches for the zipper of your dress as he pulls it down swiftly and lets it fall around your waist.

“No bra?” Hoseok notes with appreciation as Namjoon hums against your lips.

You carefully tangle your hands in his hair and note the way his kisses become hungrier the more you weave your hands through.

Namjoon takes his time kissing you, swiping his tongue across your bottom lip before letting a hand run down your bare upper body.

One hand finds your exposed breast, and he carefully kneads it in his palm, chuckling when you gasp into his mouth and fist your hands tighter in his hair.

“The way she is acting. I think she could cum just from that Joon.” Hoseok says in awe as you hear a zipper and have a feeling that Hoseok is getting fully naked for this.

You want to see him in all his glory, but Namjoon was the paradise you didn’t want to escape from as his lips left yours to kiss down your neck and under your ear.

His nose ran along your skin, and you fought the urge to close your eyes as they locked on Hoseok, who was kneeling on the bed, fully naked.

His chains lay delicately on his chest as he watched you both with undivided attention. His right hand was slowly squeezing his cock as he shot you a wink and playfully licked his lips.

Namjoon grabbed your attention again as his plush lips sucked at your nipple in a way that had your body bowing off the bed.

Slick was collecting between your thighs and most likely dripping on the bed at this point as Namjoon roughly grabbed your breast and fed himself your nipple with a sinister grin.

Sparks ignited from your fingers and toes as Namjoon sucked your nipple. He alternated between kitten licks and sharp sucks that made you see stars and made the ache between your legs nearly unbearable.

Once or twice, he let his teeth nibble ever so softly and chuckled when you jolted on the bed like you had been electrocuted.

“Head or pussy?” Hoseok asked with a hint of impatience as you watched his hand release his cock.

His length bobbed up and hit his stomach with a thud that made you let out a whine.

“Gentleman’s choice. You were here first.” Namjoon muttered as he switched over to your other breast, and instead of licking the nipple, he began working on sucking a dark mark into the sensitive flesh.

“Isn’t it supposed to be the lady's choice?” Hoseok giggled as he watched you writhe on the bed under Namjoon’s expert mouth.

“I-I-uh?” You stammered, unable to even think right now, let alone make a decision.

“Cock drunk already, and we haven’t even given you much. Oh, Joonie, she’s going to be so fun.” Hoseok said cheerfully.

Namjoon grinned and carefully removed himself from the bed.

You whined at the loss on contact but didn’t have too much time to complain as you watched Hoseok position himself between your legs.

He grabbed your ankles and pulled you down the bed as Namjoon came to stand next to you.

Hoseok quickly forced you to stand as he nearly ripped the dress from your body, so you were bare in front of both of them.

Namjoon let out a low whistle as Hoseok lightly pushed you down on the bed and slung your legs over his shoulder with practiced ease.

“One more chance to say no and to back out.” Hoseok nearly sang as he caught the pillow Namjoon threw at him and shoved it under his knees.

“Please. Please don’t stop, just do something.” You whined out, staring at both of them helplessly.

Namjoon moved first as his hand came down to undo his belt, and he pulled it off with a dangerous snap.

Next, he popped the button on his dress pants and slowly shimmied them down his legs, so he was left standing in tight black briefs that did nothing to hide his length.

“Eyes on Hoseok for a bit, love. I think he’s lacking attention.” Namjoon cooed as you were eager to do as he said.

Hoseok shot you a sunny smile from between your legs before diving in and licking your entire pussy from top to bottom.

It felt like the most blissful heaven you had ever experienced as Hoseok buried his face in your wetness.

He held your legs open as his tongue delivered fast but precise swipes to your clit, causing you to arch off the bed and cry out his name.

Being with the two of them awakened something inside of you that seemed to lie dormant for long as you turned your eyes away from Hoseok’s devilish stare and instead made grabby hands for Namjoon.

“Who am I to deny such a pretty girl?” He teases as his hands shove his briefs down and his cock smacks up against his taut stomach.

The length and girth are both equally impressive, and you feel your mouth water when he wraps a hand around it and gives himself a couple of pumps.

“Got to try harder to keep her attention, Hoseokie.” Namjoon chides as he steps towards you with his large cock in hand.

Hoseok seems to take that as a personal challenge as he wraps his lips around your clit and gives you a harsh suck.

The pleasure that sweeps through your veins is all-consuming as you moan out Hoseok’s name and fist the sheets below you.

He decides to take it a step further, and after some small swipes on your clit, you feel a finger probe your entrance, and Hoseok is staring at you full of hunger as his finger slips in with no resistance.

Namjoon, not wanting to be undone by his friend, carefully grabs your chin and forces your gaze to break from Hoseok.

His eyes are deep pools of desire, and your mouth opens with ease as he grins and slowly feeds you his cock, inch by inch.

He takes his time with you as you adjust to his size and his taste.

You flick your tongue over the sensitive head, and he throws his head back, letting the muscles in his neck strain.

Hoseok is slowly fucking his finger in and out of you now as he continues to lick your pussy. Nearly burying his entire face into it as he does so.

You take your time licking Namjoon’s length.

He is gloriously turned on, and his cock seems like a never-ending stream of precum as you suckle the head in your mouth.

“God, you are so good with your mouth, baby.” He praises as your eyes snap open to look at him, and you see him grin down at you.

Eyes wide.

Dimples showing.

So hot.

So dangerous.

Saliva is pooling in your mouth, but you find you just don’t care as you continue to take Namjoon’s cock inch by inch.

You are determined to deep throat this man if it’s the last thing you do.

Namjoon must see the determination in your eyes because he chuckles and quickly swipes your hair from your face as you swallow down his length.

“Feisty. I like that.” He grunts.

Hoseok curls his finger deep inside you, and the moan you let out vibrates up Namjoon’s cock, causing his toes to curl against the hardwood floor.

Once your nose touches his neatly trimmed pubes, you hold still for a moment and breathe through your nose, trying your best to calm your gag reflex.

Namjoon’s cock bulges your throat, and once you start to swallow around him, saliva pools out of your mouth and hits the bed sheets.

Namjoon carefully thrusts his cock deeper down your throat, and tears prick your eyes as you struggle with all the sensations you are currently feeling.

Namjoon with his cock buried halfway down your throat.

Hoseok with two fingers deep inside you and his tongue doing unspeakable things to your pussy.

Arousal is burning hot and fast, and tears begin to fall as Namjoon cuts off your breathing with the way he is thrusting his cock.

The wet sounds are downright sinful as you swallow and gag around Namjoon’s shaft, and Hoseok is pumping his fingers in and out of you in a way that has your legs shaking.

You mumble nonsense against Namjoon’s length as he slowly pulls off of you and grins when he sees the red ring of lipstick that was left behind on the base of his cock.

At that moment, Hoseok curls his fingers just right as the very tip of his tongue flicks your clit, and you lose it as you arch up off the bed and cry out both of their names.

Tremors shook your body as Hoseok worked you through your surprise orgasm.

You were a mess on the bed, gripping the sheets, crying out both their names as your eyes squeezed shut against the pleasure of it all.

“One more baby. One more.” Namjoon soothes as Hoseok’s warm mouth once again works your clit, and you cry out and thrash on the bed as the heat comes back faster than before.

“P-Please. Sen-Sensitive please.” You whine, but it falls on deaf ears.

Hoseok is back licking your pussy with zeal, and this time he slips a third finger inside you, working you towards a quick high.

“Can’t control myself, you taste. Fuck. The sweetest fruit. The sweetest forbidden fruit I’ve ever bit into.” He uttered as he sucked harder, and you once again bowed off the bed.

The heat was building fast, and you ached for him to stop.

Or maybe to continue

To make you cum so you could finally breathe.

The cord snapped much sooner, as you buried your face into the pillows and sobbed his name as your orgasm washed over you in waves of immense pleasure that was almost too much to handle.

Your knuckles ached with the way you gripped the bedsheets but you couldn't let go as you rode out your high.

The pleasure was hot and urgent as your body twitched on the bed under Hoseok’s skilled fingers and tongue.

This time, he did pull away when he was sure you were done, and you gasped, looking down at him.

His mouth displayed a cocky grin, and his lips and nose were soaked with your release as you flopped down on the bed and let your breathing settle.

Namjoon shifted beside you, and you watched as his hand circled his weeping cock.

“Sorry, Hoseok was…it was….I couldn’t concentrate.” You said breathlessly as Namjoon shot you a smile.

“All good, beautiful. Hoseok does have an amazing mouth, doesn’t he?” He teased as he let go of his cock and stood by Hoseok, nudging him out of the way.

“What do you want. You could still walk away.” Namjoon quipped as Hoseok came to stand by your head, and he slowly brushed the hair back from your face.

You were grateful he chose to do it with the hand that wasn’t inside you minutes ago.

“You’d let me just walk away. Leave you both high and dry like that?” You asked as you struggled to sit up on the bed.

Your entire body felt wobbly and dizzy.

Hoseok grabbed some pillows to help prop you up.

“I mean, it wouldn’t be ideal, but we always have each other.” Hoseok hinted, shooting Namjoon a saucy wink.

The fact that the two hottest men you have ever laid eyes on just admitted to you that they sometimes fooled around together sends another wave of arousal through your body.

“I think you fucked her stupid." Namjoon grinned.

Hoseok didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he almost looked smug as he joined Namjoon at the foot of the bed.

“How about we give her a chance to decide, hmm?” Namjoon purred as he wrapped a hand around Hoseok’s aching shaft and began to jerk him off.

Hoseok nearly collapsed into Namjoon’s arms as he fumbled to grab Namjoon’s cock as well.

The pair of them looked divine, wrapped up in each other.

It was fascinating the way they moved.

Namjoon took his time and liked to tease.

Hoseok was quick and almost impatient with the way he jerked off Namjoon.

It was the hottest thing you had ever seen, and your pussy was throbbing as you watched them from the bed.

“I think she likes what she sees,” Namjoon muttered as his free hand came up to stroke Hoseok’s hair.

“She should. We are fucking magnificent together.” Hoseok bit back with a tease as his lips found Namjoon’s shoulder and he gave him a quick kiss.

At once, it seems like Namjoon’s slow demeanour snapped as he began to jerk Hoseok off with more pressure and speed.

Hoseok whined in his arms, and instead of kissing his shoulder, he bit into the meaty flesh as Namjoon worked his friend towards his high.

“Come on, Hoseokie. Be a good boy and cum for us, yeah. Remember how good her pussy tasted and felt on your fingers. Bet she’s still so wet for you. You should see her.”

You swallowed hard.

“Nearly creating a puddle under herself with how turned on she is. Come on, Hoseok cum for me so I can fuck her. I think she’s dying to be filled with my cock.”

Hoseok let out a strangled cry.

Namjoon’s fist was nearly a blur on Hoseok’s length, and after a few more vulgar words, Hoseok was cuming hard.

His body folded into Namjoon’s as his cock twitched and spurted ropes and ropes of cum all over Namjoon’s tight fist.

Hoseok’s body was dripping with sweat, and he whined when Namjoon squeezed the last bit of cum out before removing his hand.

Hoseok flopped down on the bed, spent as Namjoon made his way over to you and held out his fist.

You knew what he wanted, and quickly you rose to your knees so you could be in a better position to lick Hoseok’s cum off Namjoon’s fist.

“Fuck, you two are-Fuck don’t do this to me, that’s so hot,” Hoseok whined as you cleaned Namjoon’s fist with your tongue.

Hoseok’s cock twitched pathetically between his legs as you finished cleaning Namjoon, and he shot you a grin.

“Here is what I am thinking, princess. I’ll fuck you now because you were so good about cleaning my fist. When Hoseok wants to join the party, he can fuck your mouth. Deal?” Namjoon asked.

You nodded and quickly changed position so you were on your hands and knees on the bed.

Playfully, you wiggled your ass in Namjoon’s face, and he chuckled before delivering a swift smack to it.

You could hear the sound of a condom wrapper opening, and you tilted your head back to watch Namjoon roll it over his impressive length.

He gave himself a couple of pumps before lining his cockhead up to your entrance and grabbing your hips for support.

“If it’s too much, let me know.” He says.

Namjoon slowly thrusts himself inside, and you feel the burning stretch almost immediately.

He takes his time, slowly easing himself inside, and when you feel his hips at your backside, you let out a shuddering breath.

Hoseok lifts his head and lets out a low whistle as you look down to see Namjoon’s cock bulging your stomach from the inside.

“That’s so fucking hot. Holy shit.” Hoseok mumbles as you see his cock start to twitch and fill between his legs.

“She’s so tight, Hoseok. Fuck. It’s so much squeezing and pressure. It’s intoxicating.” Namjoon grits out as he slowly begins to fuck into you.

The pace is slow and calculating as he gives you all the time you need to adjust to him.

You fist the sheets below as Hoseok carefully picks up his half-hard cock and begins to stroke it by the foot of the bed.

Namjoon’s blunt fingernails dig into your skin as he picks up the pace and begins to fuck into you with more force.

The bed is shaking below as you grind yourself back on his cock greedily as you motion for Hoseok to come closer.

His eyes are wide and curious as you make grabby hands for his cock.

“Feed it to me Hoseok. Please. Wanna be full of cock.” You whine as Namjoon hisses behind you, and you smirk when the hold on your hips gets tighter.

Hoseok happily obliges as he crouches down and uses one hand to hold your hair back as the other grips the base of his cock.

Namjoon delivers a particularly hard thrust, which pushes your face into Hoseok’s pubes.

“Joon go easy. I wanna get my dick in her too.” He complains as Namjoon complies, and instead of harsh fucking he decides to give you slow, shallow strokes that were just enough to keep the fire alive.

You wrap your lips around Hoseok’s cock and begin to lick and suck while Namjoon is still carefully pounding you from behind.

The air reeks of sex and need as the three of you chase your highs together.

You glance up the hard planes of Hoseok’s body to see his teeth digging into his lower lip and his hair stuck up in all directions as he lets you flatten your tongue against the underside of his shaft.

Hoseok’s moan is broken by the lewd sound of Namjoon’s balls, which are slapping against your ass as he once more picks up the pace.

You teasingly clench around him as Namjoon growls low under his breath and delivers another sharp smack to your ass, causing you to whine against Hoseok.

“Gonn-close. Can I? Down your throat, baby?” Hoseok asks as you nod, and Namjoon slows his movement to let you deep throat Hoseok and bury your face in his pubes.

Hoseok’s hands scramble to gather your hair as you continually swallow around his shaft.

When you pull off and teasingly rub your tongue along the underside of his cockhead he loses it.

Cum spirts out his shaft, and you keep your promise and swallow everything he gives you.

You hum as his balls empty themselves in your mouth, and you lick him clean, making him whine and hiss above you.

“Okay-Oh-okay too much!” He whines as he pulls you off his cock and slumps face down on the bed.

“Can I finally fuck her now?” Namjoon asks impatiently as Hoseok can hardly lift his head to nod.

Namjoon harshly grabs your hips and slams into you with force that rocks your entire body on the bed.

His thrusts are impatient and relentless as you bury your face into the mattress and cry out his name every time he hits that spot deep inside of you.

“The second I saw you, I knew. Standing there. All innocent. Knew I wanted to be the one to ruin you. It was like you called out to me. Fuck. The forbidden fruit is just there, waiting to be tasted.”

Namjoon’s words make you clamp around his cock as you feel your high building with every harsh thrust of his hips.

“Maybe the rumours are true. Hoseok and I are a bit dangerous. After this, everyone is going to hate us. Your parents. Your boss. Cause the only thing that will be on your mind is how good I am fucking you right now.” Namjoon grits out as he delivers another harsh smack to your ass.

The pleasure is overwhelming and pulling you under as you bury your face in the mattress and cry out his name.

“Even if you try to resist. Even if you try to move on, it's useless. You are ours forever.” Namjoon says, voice full of elation as his hands knead the reddened skin of your ass.

Maybe it was the pleasure of it all.

Maybe you were hallucinating.

Suddenly, you heard music, so different than what you should be hearing from downstairs.

Everything felt fuzzy and far away as you gripped the bed sheets and felt Namjoon continue to pound into you with force.

“Let him do this. Let him have this.” Hoseok says as he lifts his head to watch you both with interest.

Suddenly, the lights started to flicker overhead, and the sound of the music got louder.

Hoseok didn’t look concerned, and when you looked back to Namjoon, his whole body was tight with tension as he continued to fuck you.

His hands were massaging your ass, and his dimple was popped out as he ground his teeth together.

The lights continued to flicker, and the bed shook as Namjoon pounded deeper inside you than you ever thought possible.

“Wh-what’s going on?” You asked nervously as Namjoon grabbed your hair and forced your head back, making you moan.

“Shit baby you feel so good around my cock” Namjoon grunted as suddenly he let go of your hair, and Hoseok staggered forward to cup your face in his warm hands.

“Even though we can’t resist a good fuck you really can’t resist us, can you. You have to hear it? Feel it? The call? The urge to be with us. Close to us. Oftentimes, humans mistake it for arousal, and I get it. We are beautiful.”

His words were nearly drowned out by the music, and you struggled to pay attention.

“You like it more, us more, because it’s bad for you. You do know that, right? You’re unable to stop now. It’s too irresistible. You’re not being punished. You’re being rewarded. Pure paradise. No no. Don’t close your eyes.”

“We’ve come to save you. Or ruin you. Whichever way you want to look at it. We are now your guilty pleasure, and after tonight, you won't be able to escape it.”

The coil inside you was winding fast, and you felt on the very edge as Hoseok continued to speak.

“Maybe…perhaps we are ruining you. But you’ll have to forgive us. After all, tonight changed everything. You are ours now. Forever. And you won't be able to live without us. Or our music.”

“Let it go. Let him have this. Let him take over you.” Hoseok pleaded as he ran a hand down your cheek, and you bowed your head and let go.

Your orgasm was long and drawn out. You could feel your walls clamping down on Namjoon’s shaft as you wailed and cried out in pure ecstasy.

Orgasms with the two of them felt different. Like the most tantalizing fest. Like a tall glass of water after a long day in the sun. Like the very air that was fighting to keep you alive right now.

You needed both of them so much in that moment that it shocked you.

The sound of music grew louder as Namjoon gave you one last hard thrust and buried his cock inside you as spurt after spurt of cum came shooting from his tip.

“Let him take over you. There you go, sweet thing. You’re ours now. Forever.” Hoseok cooed, smoothing down your hair as your head hit the bed and you blacked out.

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It took exactly ten minutes for Namjoon and Hoseok to clean up and make the bedroom presentable again.

The bedsheets were straightened, the pillows were put back, and the balcony doors were thrown open to get rid of the stench of desperation and sex.

The doors opened, and Namjoon turned to see both Yoongi and Mr. Chen enter.

They carefully shut the door from prying eyes and instead gazed upon the sleeping figure on the mattress.

“Did it work?” Mr. Chen asked timidly as he looked nervously at the three men around him.

The music had long stopped, the lights weren’t flickering and everything had seemingly gone back to normal.

“Yes, she was incredible,” Hoseok said with a cocky grin as Yoongi shot him a look.

“Is it over? Is my debt now cleared? Hamlin, I don’t want to have to go through this again. I repaid what I owed. Now release me.” Mr. Chen nearly begged as he refused to look at your sleeping figure.

He felt too guilty.

But it had to be done.

Yoongi stood there for a moment looking thoughtful, before he held out a hand and Mr. Chen shook it eagerly.

“For your fault with the last one, we will take this one as payment. You are free.” Yoongi said as Mr. Chen smiled and stepped back.

“What will happen to her?” He couldn’t help but ask as Namjoon snickered and called out to you.

It was mechanical in the way you moved. Sliding off the bed to redress yourself.

Your eyes were glassy and unfocused, but Mr. Chen guessed that was all a part of it anyway.

“She will be fine. She’s ours forever now. And we take care of what is ours.” Yoongi says as you finally dress and stand next to him, nearly swaying on your feet.

Yoongi runs a hand down your cheek as Mr. Chen shudders and quickly leaves the room.

“Make her go outside with you, Joonie. Car is waiting a block away.” Yoongi says as Namjoon nods and takes your hand.

Under his spell, you can only hear the music and do exactly what he says.

“You’re my boyfriend, Kookie, you are supposed to be on my side!” Jimin whines as they make their way to the sixth hole on the course, and a light breeze tousles the hair on Jimin’s head.

“Baby, the numbers don’t lie.” Jungkook coos, kissing his boyfriend lightly on the cheek as Jimin scowls and watches Jungkook line up his shot.

After Mira and Hoseok got engaged, their first order of business was to let everyone know that their wedding would be small and intimate.

While Hoseok didn’t come from a large family, Mira did, and after many arguments with her mother, many tears, and many “I don’t get why all five hundred of our family members have to come?! I don’t even know half these people.” Mira’s mother finally agreed to let her daughter have the small wedding that she dreamed of.

Because the wedding and the wedding party were so small, Hoseok and Mira were combining their Bachelor's and Bachelorette parties into one night that would happen two weeks from now.

Jimin, however, didn’t think it was fair that Hoseok did nothing, so he decided to throw Hoseok a small, fun night as a celebration.

After much back and forth in the group chat, they had decided on Mini-Golf but with a twist.

Whoever lost the round had to take a swig of whatever alcohol they snuck onto the course.

They had all met up at Mira and Hoseok’s after work and started drinking early. Mira ordered them pizza, and they stood around the kitchen island drinking and laughing, and Taehyung felt his heart glow.

The sunlight was streaming through the windows, casting everything in a warm glow. Mira had light background music playing as they all stood and ate. Hoseok had his arm around Mira and was smiling down at her as if he were the luckiest man on the planet. Jimin was tucked into Jungkook’s side, resting his head on the taller man’s shoulder as he listened to Hoseok tell a story about something funny Seokjin did at work.

Taehyung sat back and took it all in, and for the first time in a very long time, he felt a pang of something shoot through his chest.

What would it be like if he had someone here too?

What would it be like if he had a partner, not just a sex partner but an actual partner that he could put his arms around and snuggle into his chest?

What would it be like if it were you?

He wasn’t sure where this was even coming from. For the past four years, Taehyung had been more than happy to be single. Doing things on his own time. Doing what he wanted when he wanted.

However, something about seeing his friends so happy and so coupled up was making him feel like an outsider. Physically, he was standing in the kitchen with them, but he was also on the outside looking in, craving the kind of thing his friends had.

Taehyung shook his head and snapped out of it. He grabbed his beer from the table and took a long swig. These feelings were too big and too complicated for him to figure out tonight, so he decided to forget all about them by getting drunk and celebrating his best friend getting married.

“Taetae your turn!” Jimin sang as Taehyung snapped out of his daze and stepped onto the fake green to take his shot.

It was an easier hole, just one downhill slope with a slight veer to the right.

Taehyung lined up his green ball and sent it flying, nearly getting a hole in one as it easily made it a foot from the hole.

Jimin gasped, Jungkook clapped, and Hoseok was beside himself with laughter.

“Guess one of you will have to drink.” He teased the others as he sank his ball way under par and shot them a satisfied grin.

“No fair! You are too good at this! You are going to be as sober as Koo!” Jimin whined as he lined up his ball

Jungkook was the one to draw the short straw and was the sober one for the night, so he could get everyone home. He was still participating, but instead, taking shots of water.

Taehyung saw how quickly his other friends were getting drunk, and he was grateful he wasn’t in Jungkook’s shoes.

“This was your idea, Jimin. Don’t hate the player. Hate the game.” He teased as he stepped to the side and watched as Jimin shot him a lewd gesture before getting to work on lining up his shot.

Taehyung felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, and he tucked his club under his arm to grab his phone, smiling when he saw your name light up his screen.

Despite Taehyung telling you that you could come to hang out at Mira’s house while they pre-gamed, you declined his offer as you wanted to spend your night at home writing the next chapter of your book, and you had a very early shift at the cafe tomorrow anyway.

Taehyung thought it was an odd way to spend a Saturday night, but he respected your decision, and instead, he decided to send you updates of everything that was going on so you didn’t miss out on the fun.

While he was updating you on the mini golf game, you were updating him on your book, which you were flying through as you told him earlier in the day. A huge wave of motivation had hit you, and you were excited to spend the night in your pyjamas writing.

And god damn if that selfie in those pyjamas with the small teddy bears on them didn’t make Taehyung blush and zoom in because you looked adorable.

Taehyung had sent you a selfie of his fit, making sure to get the lighting right and his hair messy in a way he knew girls loved, and sent it off to you.

You responded with the word “Cute” and a smiley face, which made Taehyung blush.

He was so used to being called hot or sexy that someone calling him cute affected him more than he would like to admit.

Taehyung quickly typed out an update of what was going on before he pocketed his phone and tried to focus again on the game.

He took a swig from his flask, wanting to feel a little more than buzzed as Jungkook came over to stand by him.

“You didn’t lose the round, you know.” He teased with a quirk of his eyebrow as Taehyung shoved the flask into his pocket and wiped his mouth.

“I know, but I’m too good at this game. I’m going to be as sober as you by the time it’s done.” He responds as Jimin shoots his ball, and it goes all of four feet before stopping, making Hoseok hoot with ringing laughter.

“I think Jimin needs to get better at this game, or I’m going to be taking care of his drunk ass all night.” Jungkook pouts as Jimin once again lines up his shot with determination written all over his features.

He hits the ball again, and it only goes two feet this time. Hoseok is almost on the ground with how hard he is laughing at his friend.

“Maybe you should go over and show him. You know, press your back into him and help him with his swing. Though you will be cleaning up my puke if you do that.” He teases Jungkook as he feels his phone vibrate again in his pocket.

Taehyung quickly slips it half out to see that you sent him another picture. He would have to wait until Jungkook is out of range before he opens it.

“Nah, I don’t have to put the moves on Jimin. He gets so handsy when he’s drunk; he will be throwing himself at me soon enough.” He replies in a cocky tone as Taehyung makes a face, sticking out his tongue before shoving his phone back in his pocket.

“Gross man. I don’t want to think about that,” He says as he watches Jimin shaking his hips as the ball rolls forward, finally in the direction of the hole.

“What about you? Gonna be a handsy drunk and call your girl up later?” Jungkook jokes with his dark eyes dancing with mischief as Taehyung reaches out to pinch his arm, but he is too fast and easily dodges out of the way.

“She’s not my girl, and you know that. I’m just helping her with her book. Why are you all so on me about this? It’s a friend helping a friend.” He whines as Jimin gets his ball in the hole and takes a celebratory drink while Hoseok marches back to the start to try to beat Jimin.

“Now I understand why you flirted and teased her so much in University. You get flustered so easily. It’s kind of fun.”

Taehyung once again goes to pinch Jungkook’s arm, but he jumps out of the way to avoid it, giggling the entire time.

“I did not flirt with her. It was playful banter.” He says matter-of-factly as he brushes his hair from his eyes and shoots Jungkook a dirty look.

“Whether you are more than friends or just helping her with her book, I like who you are with her, Taetae. It’s nice to see.” Jungkook responds as Jimin suddenly shouts and races towards Hoseok, jumping on him in celebration.

Hoseok’s face is frozen in disbelief.

“Hole in one!” Jimin nearly screams as he buries his face in Hoseok’s shoulder.

“Jimin, you still have to drink!” Jungkook reminds him as they all run to Hoseok to wrap him in a hug, giggling and cheering.

Jimin happily takes a swig, and Hoseok does too in celebration.

Taehyung slips his flask from his pocket and holds it up in the air.

“To Hoseok. Not only because he got a hole-in-one but because our boy is finally getting married!”

They all cheer and take drinks as the sun sets lower in the sky.

As the game goes on, something tugs at Taehyung, and he continues to drink until he feels comfortable enough to ask.

They are standing at the eleventh hole, and Hoseok is concentrating hard. He has yet to get a hole-in-one since the last time, and he wanted to prove he could do it again.

Jungkook and Taehyung already had their turn, so they were off to the side, letting Hoseok have as much space as he needed.

“What did you mean earlier?” Taehyung asked Jungkook as he pulled his soft grey sweater over his head. The sun was setting fast, and even though it was spring, the nights still had a cold bite to them.

Jungkook shot his friend a puzzled look.

“About how you like who I am now that I’m…whatever…. with her.” He stammered, feeling too flushed to look at Jungkook, so he focused on his other friends instead.

“You actually want to know? Usually, you shut us down when we have our opinions on her.” He says to Taehyung.

“Yeah, because usually your opinions are endless teasing and asking me stupid questions.”

Jungkook giggles but remains silent.

“Yes, okay, I want to know. Rip off the band-aid. Let me hear what you think.” Taehyung prodded.

The alcohol was making his head feel light and sort of fuzzy. His whole body felt relaxed, and his limbs felt light. He knew he could handle this conversation with the influence of alcohol in his system. Plus, he was curious. Even though he didn’t want to admit it, Jungkook was one of the wisest in the group, and he wanted to know what he thought.

“I like who you are with her. She makes you happy, Taehyung. I see the way you smile when you text her. I saw how happy you were having her in your arms when we had movie night. She also has this way of making you….I dunno. Real, I guess?”

Taehyung nodded and let Jungkook continue.

“Like before, you were Captain Kim Taehyung, expert fuck boy, and you always put on this persona of being this larger than life can get any girl you want kind of guy. And it’s not a bad thing! But with her… You are the real Taehyung. The one Jimin told me stories about. The guy who is goofy and silly and not afraid to look like an idiot to make his friends laugh.”

Taehyung swallowed hard. This was all hitting a little too close to home because he had noticed it too. You had been bringing out his soft side, and he liked that.

“Because you don’t look like you are going to either run away or sock me in the mouth, I’m going to keep going,” Jungkook said as Taehyung cracked a smile.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen with you both in the future. I just hope you don’t fuck up and you keep her around because she makes you happy, Tae. She makes you real. Whether you want to just fuck her…or one day marry her well, that’s your choice. But for now, I’m happy you seem so happy.”

Taehyung once again swallows hard as he takes in what Jungkook says. He has felt that way for a little bit now, but hearing someone else say it confirmed it. He liked who he was when he was around you. He knew he didn’t have to act like a fuck boy version of himself because you never fell for that. He tried his charms on you before. The playful banter, the smooth moves, but you always brushed them off.

He thinks that’s why he is so real with you. Because he doesn’t have another choice. You don’t want Captain Kim Taehyung. You want regular old Kim Taehyung, who likes to playfully flirt, but also can kick his friend’s asses at Mini-golf and has a knack for helping you with your book.

You came to him because of his fuck boy skills, but you stayed because you had created a solid friendship. And he liked that. It was nice.

“I gave you a lot to think about, huh?” Jungkook teases snapping Taehyung back to reality.

“Yeah, I just….thank you. I feel the same way. She makes me happy. I like who I am when I am with her.”

Jungkook shoots his friend a soft smile.

“The marrying her thing was too far, though. We have only been doing this thing for almost two months.” Taehyung shoots back as Jungkook throws his head back and laughs.

“Hey, sometimes you just know! When I saw Jimin, at first, I was like, " Holy shit, that is the hottest man I have ever seen. Then, about three months in, I knew I didn’t just want to fuck him. I wanted to date him. You never know, Taetae.” He says with a knowing smirk, which has Taehyung reaching out and socking him in the arm lightly.

“Yeah, and thank god you did ask him out. If I had to hear Jimin whine about how he wasn’t sure if he should ask you out or wait for you to do it one more time, I think my brain would have exploded.” He beamed as Jungkook blushed and Hoseok completed his shot, so they were able to move on to the next hole.

“How did you know that Jimin was the one, though? That’s a pretty big thing to figure out.” Taehyung asked as he took a swig of his drink and watched as Jimin got his shot lined up again.

“I liked talking to him. Liked spending time with him. It might be selfish, but I didn’t want anyone else to be able to have Jimin as I did. Like, I didn’t want anyone else kissing him, or holding his hand, or being there when he gets his random bursts of energy and needs to have a dance party in the living room. And I for sure didn’t want anyone else making him cum.”

Taehyung pretended to gag as Jungkook laughed.

“Why? You feel that way about your girl?” He asks as Taehyung nudges him.

“Okay, too far. Conversation over.” He says as he leaves Jungkook to go stand by Hoseok.

He can hear Jungkook’s laughter and feels the hairs on his neck stand up as he crosses his arms over his chest.

Though it was nice to talk to Jungkook about it and did make him feel lighter, it also made a heavy weight settle in his stomach because all of the things Jungkook said were how Taehyung was starting to feel about you.

Jimin lost spectacularly.

After the eighteen holes were completed, Jimin came in last place, Hoseok in third, Taehyung in second and of course Jungkook in first.

Everyone’s flasks were now empty, and Jungkook was the one who had to pile his very drunk friends into his car and take them all home.

Hoseok was dropped off first, and Mira ran out to help Jungkook drag her fiancé into the house. Taehyung lifted his head in time to see Jungkook whisper something into Mira’s ear that looked serious.

He was too drunk to care as he rested his head on the cold window and listened to Jimin drunkenly babble about nothing.

By the time Jungkook made it back to the car, he was trying and failing to hide his grin as he got into the driver’s seat and backed out of Mira’s driveway.

The drive to Taehyung’s was quiet, and he felt his head swimming as Jungkook navigated the streets. Jimin was providing all the conversation as he babbled in the front and fiddled with the radio.

By the time they pulled up to Taehyung’s house, he was nearly asleep with his cheek pressed against the window.

“Jimin, I have to get Tae in first, then I can take care of you, okay, love?” He asked softly as Taehyung saw Jungkook lightly take Jimin’s hand and pull it away from his crotch.

“Gross, Jimin, I’m still right here!” He exclaimed from the backseat as he pushed the door open.

“I can’t help it if my boyfriend is sexy as fuck and I’ve been hard since we dropped Hoseok off!” Jimin shot back as Taehyung made fake puking noises and hopped out of the car, swaying on his feet as he did so.

Jungkook helped with his keys and getting his friend into his house. Everything was dark as Jungkook navigated the living room furniture to bring Taehyung up the stairs to his bed.

Taehyung stripped off his clothes but kept his boxers on as he tucked himself into bed under Jungkook’s watchful eye.

“Go fuck your man, Koo. I’ll be fine.” He slurred as Jungkook bit back a laugh and tucked Taehyung tighter into bed.

Jungkook headed to Taehyung’s bathroom and grabbed some painkillers as well as a glass of water before setting them on his nightstand and patting his head.

“Take these, you will feel better. Also, text me if you need anything.” He said as Taehyung nodded and the room spun.

Shit, how much did he drink?

Jungkook left, and the silence of the house uncomfortably surrounded Taehyung. The covers were too tight, too hot. He had too many thoughts in his brain that wouldn’t go away, and he felt the need to get up and move.

Taehyung threw the covers off and sat at the edge of the bed, grabbing his phone to see that you wished him a goodnight two hours ago.

He giggled as he flipped back through the messages and saw the cute selfie you sent in your pyjamas. God, you looked so adorable, it drove him insane.

But you were also downright sexy as he remembered the night you came to him in the pouring rain and asked for a favour. The way that the black dress hugged your curves and made your breasts appear full and lifted.

God, you looked so hot. Taehyung would have done anything you asked that night.

His cock began to stir under the fabric of his boxers, and he pressed the heel of his hand down as the memory of your lips wrapped around his shaft caused his cock to twitch.

He stood up abruptly and grabbed the bed to stop the room from spinning as he made up his mind.

He was going downstairs to watch porn.

He lived alone, his big screen TV would be the perfect watch spot, and then he could crash on the couch and sleep the drunkness away.

Once the room stopped spinning, Taehyung fumbled his way through his room and down the stairs.

His cock ached, and he was so focused on the task at hand that he forgot to hit the last step properly, and he tumbled down the stairs and found himself flat on his back staring up at the ceiling with an aching hip.

Laughter spilled from his lips as he lay in the dark on the cold floor.

Oh god, this was too funny.

He wished someone were here to see this.

He wished you were here to see this. You would find this hilarious.

Taehyung grabbed his phone and quickly dialled your number, excited to tell you what had just happened to him.

Your phone buzzing on your nightstand woke you from a dead sleep.

Checking the clock, you saw it was midnight, and you groaned

Who the hell called someone at this hour?

Body heavy with sleep, you slowly flicked on your lamp and grabbed your phone, seeing Taehyung’s name light up the screen.

“Taehyung? Is everything okay?” You answered, feeling groggy as you sat up and wiped the sleep from your eyes.

“The funniest thing just happened to me! You would not believe it!” He cackled drunkenly as you listened to him tell the story of how he fell down the stairs.

“What the heck were you doing going downstairs anyway?” You asked in between giggles as Taehyung giggled like a little kid.

“I was going to watch porn. You made me all horny with your blowjob skills, and it needed to be taken care of. I was going to pass out on the couch, but didn’t make it! He explains in between drunken laughs, and that was well…

Well.

Wow.

You didn’t realize your blowjob skills were that good, and it made pride bloom in your chest that Kim Taehyung got so horny thinking about you sucking him off that he tripped down the stairs.

“This is all your fault, y-you know. You should come kiss it b-better.” He stammered as you cracked a smile.

“You want me to come in the middle of the night to kiss your boo-boo better?” You taunt as you hear him groan and shift, and you wonder for a moment if he is still on the floor.

“Yes, because you were the o-one to cause it. I was fine before I th-thought about you, and look at me now. On the floor.” He whines as you grin.

“Taehyung, I’m not coming over to kiss your erection better. Good try though.”

He lets out a long whine.

“It’s not my dick, it’s my hip. I fell on it. And you're being mean.”

“You want me to drive all the way there to kiss your hip better? That’s a long drive just for that, you know.” You respond, running a hand through your hair and feeling slightly flustered. The thought of kissing anywhere on Taehyung was making your skin prickle with heat.

“No, because then you are going to help me off the floor and spend the night here. I’m sooooo lonelyyyy.” He cries out as you snicker.

“Taehyung, I think you are more than capable of helping yourself off the floor. You’re a soccer star, remember. You can do anything. You once did thirty push-ups in a row to impress a girl.” You reminded him as he groaned over the phone.

“And it wasn’t even worth it. She kissed like a fish.”

You barked out a laugh and had a feeling you weren’t going to win this battle. Taehyung was drunk and whiny, and you knew he wouldn’t let you off the phone without the promise of you coming over, so you grabbed your backpack and got to work packing an overnight bag.

“Pleaseeeee come over. The house is dark, I’m on the floor, and I think the loneliness is going to kill me.” He cries out as you zip up your backpack and double-check you grabbed everything.

“Pleaseeeee.”

“Pleaseeeeee”

“Okay, okay, I’m coming, I’m just packing a bag.” You tell him as you sling it over your shoulder and leave your room to grab your coat and keys.

“Wait, really!? Oh, I owe you my life. My entire life is yours!” He responds gleefully as you bite back a laugh and get your coat on.

By the time you make it to Taehyung’s, he has gotten himself off the floor and sung you two different songs while you were driving.

He refused to get off the phone with you, so you had to hear him babble and sing as you drove the quiet streets on the way to his house.

You parked in his driveway, grabbed your things, and headed to the front door.

You opened the door to see Taehyung sprawled on his sofa with his head hung back and his eyes glassy, and he was naked. Very naked except for thin boxers covering his dick.

Oh god, you didn’t sign up for this.

He made grabby hands as you locked his door and shucked off your coat.

You went over to him, and he pulled you in for a hug, smelling of booze and his natural intoxicating Taehyung scent that made your head spin.

“Come on, Tae, it’s bedtime.” You sang as he looped his arm around you, and you weaved your way through his furniture to get him up the stairs.

You didn’t take him to bed but instead to the bathroom, where you helped him put a black headband on.

He looked at you with starry eyes as you carefully washed his face and helped him brush his teeth.

He was quiet and content as you helped him, and when you were done, you plopped him into bed.

“Wait! Don’t leave me!” He cries out as you let out a sigh and grab your discarded backpack.

“I’m staying the night, I just have to change into something.” You report as you duck into the bathroom and change into plaid bottoms and a random shirt you found at the bottom of your drawer.

By the time you finished, Taehyung was on his stomach, staring at you with his absolute best puppy dog eyes. You blamed it on his drunkness, so you turned off the bathroom light, casting everything in darkness as you made your way to the window side of his bed.

Taehyung curled up against you, holding you hostage in his arms as you settled in for the night. His breath was hot on your skin, and you were hyper-aware that he was still only wearing boxers and nothing else, and you felt a swoop in your stomach as he wrapped his strong arms around you.

“Thank you for staying.” He sighs happily into your hair as you double-check that you set your alarm.

You rake your hands through his hair, and he nuzzles his face into your shoulder before falling into a deep sleep.

Taehyung wakes up with an incessant pounding in his head.

He blearily opens his eyes and untangles himself from the pillow he had been clutching to gaze out his window.

The sky was dark and stormy with soft raindrops hitting the window, and Taehyung slumped back down against the pillows and let out a slow sigh.

Bits and pieces of last night came into focus as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

The Pre-gaming

The Mini-Golf game

His conversation with Jungkook

All the drinks he consumed

Fuck

Taehyung sits up and reaches for his phone, checking the group chat to see that no one has said anything since yesterday.

Taehyung shoots a text asking if everyone is still alive as he throws his phone back on his bedside table and lifts his legs so he sits on the bed with his feet on the floor.

The room spins for a moment, and Taehyung closes his eyes as he waits it out.

Once he feels steady, he stands up and makes his way to the bathroom, scratching his bare chest as he does so.

He flicks on the light and is surprised to see that even though he feels like a big bag of garbage, he doesn’t look half as bad as he thought.

His hair was a rumpled mess atop his head, but his skin was clear and felt…clean?

Well. That was odd.

Taehyung used the toilet and washed his hands and face before making his way back to his bed.

On the way back, his foot connected with something solid that was left on the floor, and he looked down to see a backpack resting on his bedroom floor.

A bright blue backpack with a small Hello Kitty charm on it.

His stomach drops.

This isn’t his backpack.

He doesn’t know who this backpack belongs to, but it does tell him one thing.

He had a girl over last night.

His stomach turns sour as he tries to rack his brain to remember what the hell he got up to last night.

He remembers Jungkook bringing him into his house and tucking him in. He remembers falling asleep curled around something….or someone?

But the rest is a fuzzy mess.

Oh shit.

He slept with a girl last night.

And even bigger oh shit.

He cheated on you.

Does it count as cheating if you are in a friends-with-benefits situation?

Taehyung thinks so

He bites his lip and scrunches his eyes shut as if that would help him remember better.

He was going to have to tell you he had someone over last night.

What would you think?

Would you even want this agreement anymore?

Would you even want to be his friend anymore?

Taehyung leans down to inspect the backpack when he hears the door open and close softly.

Well fuck.

A female voice calls his name, and Taehyung wastes no time in making his way back to the bed and diving under the covers as he hears footsteps get louder.

The door cracks open, and he is relieved to see you standing there in your work clothes with a drink in one hand and a brown box in the other.

“Hi!” He says brightly, sitting up as you shoot him a confused look and enter his room.

“Well, aren’t you a ray of sunshine this morning? I thought you would still be dead to the world.” You admit as you make your way to his bedside and hand him the drink.

He takes it gingerly, and you shoot him a smile.

“I just have to change quickly, I smell like flour and sugar.” You say with a grimace as you place the box on the bed beside him, and Taehyung feels relief flood his body when he sees you cross the room and reach for the backpack.

“Oh, it’s your backpack!” He says with a huge grin as you stare at him with a curious expression.

“Yes, Taehyung, I spent the night because you….wait. You don’t remember?” You asked as Taehyung ducked his head in shame.

“We didn’t….have sex, did we? I wanted to make it special. After Jungkook dropped me off, I don’t remember anything,” He admits timidly as you sling the backpack over your shoulder and grin at him.

“We didn’t have sex, but you did cuddle me all night like an over-excited octopus. I had to switch myself out with a pillow just so I could make it to work on time.” You grin as Taehyung groans.

“I’m going to change, and I’ll catch you up on what happened last night. Don’t eat everything in that box, some of it is for me too!” You call out as you make your way to the bathroom and close the door.

Taehyung feels relieved.

He didn’t cheat on you or sleep with you last night.

But he did drunk dial you, and after that conversation with Jungkook, he could only imagine what he had said to you in his drunken state.

He sipped the drink in his hand as he watched the rain lightly drum against the window.

You returned a moment later wearing dark leggings and an oversized sweater. You plopped your bag on his floor and slipped into bed with him as if you had done it multiple times.

It made Taehyung’s heart pound.

The rain was hitting the windows in a comforting way as you crossed your legs and shook out your updo so your hair fell around your face.

“So, how much of last night do you not remember?” You teased as you brought the brown box towards you and opened it up.

Taehyung was hit with the scent of warm baked goods, and he leaned over to see what was inside.

There were two chocolate croissants, a blueberry muffin and something that was covered in cinnamon sugar that made Taehyung’s mouth water.

“Uh, maybe start from the beginning. I mean, I know how I got home and got into bed, but everything after that is….fuzzy.” He says as he reaches for a pastry, and his phone buzzes continuously on his bedside table.

“Popular this morning, huh?” You tease with an eyebrow lift as he groans and leans over to grab his phone.

“Sorry, it’s the group chat. I messaged earlier to make sure everyone was alive, and it seems my friends have finally gotten up.”

You smile.

“It’s okay if you want to answer them. I’m starving, so I’m going to dig in.” You say as you grab a croissant and take a big bite, staining your lips with icing sugar and chocolate.

God, what Taehyung wouldn’t give to lick that off of you.

He shakes his head, suddenly hyper-aware that he is only wearing boxers and nothing else as he pulls the covers up over his lap and focuses on the chat.

Taetae: Are we all good guys? Did everyone survive last night?

Hoba: Noooooo

Jiminie: I feel like a bag of shit

Hoba: Ugh, same

Kookie: I feel great. Went to the gym this morning!

Hoba: No one asked you, Koo

Kookie: Um, Tae asked if everyone was okay. I am part of this group, so I count as everyone. Thank you very much.

Hoba: Ugh.

Jiminie: Survived but just barely.

Hoba: Remember, this was your idea Jiminie.

Jiminie: You mean “Wow Jimin thank you for throwing me a great bachelor party.”

Hoba: Yes thank you Jimin, for getting me so drunk that I feel like my head will explode.

Jiminie: You’re welcome:)

Taetae: Ah so we all survived and are well enough to bicker. Lovely

Kookie: Don’t let Jimin fool you guys. After the gym, I brought him a coffee and treats from The Oasis. He is fine. He is just a drama queen

Jiminie: You are supposed to be on MY side, Koo.

Taehyung looked over at you to see you happily munching away on your croissant with your legs crossed, just staring around his room.

“Did you see Jungkook this morning at work?” He asked as you wiped the chocolate from the corners of your mouth and swallowed.

“No? Did he come in? Aw, he should have told me.” You whined as Taehyung positioned his phone so you could read the texts.

“Ah. The hot guy with the tattoos. Yeah, that makes sense now. He was there.”

Taehyung’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“You think Jungkook is hot?!” He exclaimed as you giggled.

“I mean, I have eyes, and yes, I do think he is attractive, but I wasn’t the one calling him that. My co-worker Morena called him that. We have codenames for some of our customers. I never put it together that she could be talking about Jungkook.”

Taehyung sat there, shocked, as you took another bite of your croissant.

“Oh, don’t look so scandalized, Taehyung. Morena thought you were hot as hell when she first saw you. She was almost fanning her face when you walked away.” You teased

Taehyung grinned.

“Hmm. Captain Kim Taehyung still got it huh?” He jokes as you playfully nudge his arm.

“Whatever you say, Captain.”

A comfortable silence stretched between you both before you spoke again.

“Tell him next time to ask for me. I was working today, and I could have gotten him his order and made it half off.” You say as Taehyung types it out in the group chat before he can think.

When he hits send, he immediately regrets it as a flood of messages comes through.

Hoba: Wait how do you know she was working today…..

Kookie: She was working today?

Jiminie: OHMYGOD ARE YOU WITH HER RIGHT NOW?????

Kookie: Did you drunk dial her last night?

Jiminie: Is she in your bed right now???

Hoba: What did I tell you about being careful with her Tae

Jiminie: I wasn’t even done planning your dates and you are already being a horn dog with her. Stop it Tae you are ruining my plans.

Hoba: But does anyone listen to Hoseok? No of course not.

Kookie: I could have gotten the order half off :(

“Look what you started!” Taehyung whined as he shoved the phone in your face and let you read the chat. Your face splits into a grin the more you read.

“Our friends are so weird.” You joke as your phone suddenly goes off, and Mira is now texting, trying to get to the bottom of what is going on.

“Oh my God, this is insane.” Taehyung laughs as you type a message out on his phone and hit send with a satisfied smirk before handing it back to him

Taetae: Hey guys! Yes, he drunk-dialled me last night. No, nothing happened. Yes, I’m in his bed right now because I also brought him coffee and treats and yes Jungkook, next time ask for me and I’ll get you your order half off.

Taetae: Also, Hoseok, I know you are with Mira right now. Show her this message because I don’t want to type it out twice.

The group chat popped off, but Taehyung was feeling too giddy from your message to care too much about what his friends were saying.

Jiminie: OHMYGOD Hi!!!!

Kookie: What embarrassing stuff did Taehyung do last night? You can tell us this is a safe space.

Hoba: Mira says you'd better fill her in on the dirt later or else

Jiminie: Taehyung better have been a gentleman to you!

Kookie: He better be if you went out of your way to bring him food and spend the night with his drunk ass

Jiminie: That’s such a girlfriend thing to do oh my god, I think it’s happening, you guys!

“Let them talk it out. Eventually, they will get bored.” He instructs as he mutes the group chat, throws his phone on his bedside table and lets out a weary sigh.

He knows that later on, he will have to sift through all the messages about his drunk dial to you, but right now, he finds he doesn’t care as he grabs a croissant from the box and bites into it.

“How long will it take for them to get bored?” You tease as you finish the last of your pastry and pull the covers up over your body, sighing happily.

“With what you told them. Hours…maybe days. Or weeks.” He confessed as you giggled, and Taehyung stared down at you with a warm feeling in his chest.

“Well, maybe I should tell you about last night, so if they do have questions, you can answer them.”

Taehyung nods

“So you stopped texting me, so I figured it was safe to go to bed. Around midnight, you called me and were giggling like a maniac. You had tripped down the stairs in the dark and thought I would find it amusing, so you called me.”

Taehyung groaned in embarrassment.

“Wait, Jungkook tucked me in. Why was I going downstairs?” He asked aloud as he noticed how you broke eye contact with him and began to become interested in his bed sheets.

“Um. Well. You admitted on the phone that you got. Uh. Horny. And you came downstairs to watch some porn. And it was dark, and you fell.” You admit, as a blush coats your cheeks, and Taehyung feels his face heat up.

“I only watch porn when I’m really down bad.” He whispers as your eyes snap to his.

“Uh, well. You told me. You got horny. Thinking about... The last thing we did. And um. Well…yeah.” You say as Taehyung stares at you.

“Wow, that’s. It's really embarrassing that I admitted that.” He says, cringing at his drunken self.

You giggle.

“I literally came to your front door in the pouring rain, asking you for sexual help. I think we are even at this point. Plus. It’s flattering. I mean… I was worried about my skills and the fact that it got you so hard that you tripped down the stairs. I’m flattered. And proud.”

Taehyung blushed and ducked his head as you continued to speak.

“Anyway, you called me to come over, and I figured it was a losing battle, so I packed a bag and headed over. You were very affectionate. Lots of cuddles and hugs. No, don’t be embarrassed, it was very sweet, and nice to see the softer, cuddlier side of you.”

Taehyung feels the pieces click into place as he remembers what Jungkook told him the night before.

“She makes you happy, Tae. She makes you real.”

“Then we went to bed, and you cuddled me the whole night. Honestly, you didn’t do or say anything too bad. You just held me all night. I slipped a pillow in your arms so I could sneak out and go to work this morning.”

Taehyung swallows hard as his night catches up to him, and suddenly he feels content and sleepy. The storm clouds roll in outside, and the rain pats softly against the window, and all he wants to do is curl up with you and fall asleep with you in his arms once again.

“Well, that’s not as bad as I thought. Thank you for taking care of me.” He says, slouching into his pillows as you grin and follow his lead, resting your head on his bare chest as his arms wind around you as if they had done that a million times.

As if you were meant to be in his arms all along.

“I don’t want to be rude, but I think I’m close to falling asleep again.” He admits as you giggle and nuzzle your head into his chest.

“Sleep, Taehyung. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

And you were.

And he found out he liked that.