A Simp💕

Queue; a pin dropped in the room as Hoseok choked on air and Jimin’s head snapped toward Taehyung so fast it was almost concerning.

Taehyung himself only stared flatly at the employee while his brain worked through approximately twelve different possibilities in under three seconds. There was, unfortunately, only one remotely plausible answer.

"And did this supposed son say anything?" 

"Only that it's very important." 

"...right, bring him up."

The employee looked relieved to be dismissed from the conversation entirely, bowing quickly before slipping back out the door. The second it shut behind him, silence detonated.

Jimin blinked once. Twice. Then; “You have a son?!”

Hoseok pointed aggressively from the couch. “THAT’S what I’m saying!”

Taehyung groaned quietly, already regretting every decision that had led him to this exact moment. 

“No,” he said flatly. “I do not have a son.”

Jimin stared at him. “Then why did you sound like you knew who it was?”

“Because,” Taehyung muttered, dragging both hands down his face, “I’m pretty sure I know who it is.”

That only made the room more confused. Hoseok sat forward. “Kim Taehyung, if a child walks in here looking exactly like you, I’m calling Namjoon immediately, and what happens after is none of my business.”

Taehyung shot him a look at the threat just as another knock sounded against the door. Before anyone could respond, the door eased open slowly and a boy stepped inside.

He looked about twelve. Maybe thirteen if you didn’t look closely. Dark hair tucked beneath a black baseball cap, oversized hoodie swallowing his thin frame, backpack hanging from one shoulder. The boy looked briefly at Hoseok and Jimin first, clearly recognizing them, before his gaze landed fully on Taehyung. 

That strange punch to the chest came suddenly. Because he looked nothing like Taehyung. But he looked so much like you. 

The same eyes. Same habit of pressing his lips together before speaking. Same expression when nervous. For a moment, Taehyung forgot how to breathe.

The kid straightened awkwardly under the silence. “…Hi.”

Hoseok looked between them wildly while Jimin had gone completely still.

Taehyung stared at him. “River?”

The boy visibly relaxed at being recognized, and Taehyung couldn’t fathom why he thought it was possible to forget him. “Yeah.”

God.

Last time Taehyung had seen him, River had still been missing his front teeth and carrying dinosaur bandages on his knees. Now the kid was almost at his shoulder. 

“My son, are you?”

The boy shrugged one shoulder easily, entirely too unbothered for someone who had just dropped a nuclear statement on one of the most famous men in the country. “It was the only way they would even let you know I was here.”

Taehyung stood slowly, hands settling on his hips as he tried for sternness, but the traitorous pull at the corner of his mouth ruined the effect immediately. “That’s manipulative.”

River tilted his head. “But it worked.”

There was no way Y/N survived this kid daily without developing a migraine.

River stepped fully into the room then, closing the door carefully behind him like he belonged there. Like he hadn’t just walked into a BTS practice lounge and given everyone inside half a heart attack. 

Taehyung stared at him properly for the first time in years. Longer limbs, bigger shoes, though they’d clearly seen better days, but the same intelligent eyes. Still carrying that same quietly observant energy he’d had as a child, except sharpened now—more sarcastic around the edges.

And still unmistakably yours.

“You got taller,” Taehyung said before he could stop himself.

River huffed softly. “That’s usually what happens after four years.”

Taehyung pressed his lips together hard, fighting laughter now. “Wow. Okay.”

“You started it.”

Taehyung ignored that completely, unable to take his eyes off the boy in front of him. “What are you doing here?” he asked carefully.

At that, River’s earlier confidence seemed to flicker. His fingers tightened around the strap of his bright blue backpack. “It’s about my mom.”

The Tokyo streets glow with sodium lamps and neon signs that are blinking overhead. The streets are mostly empty, aside from a few stragglers and drunks passed out along the sidewalk.

It isn’t until ten minutes into your walk that you feel it—eyes. You glance around, confused. There’s no one you can see, just a small cat on the other side of the street that isn’t even watching you, finding more interest in it’s own paw. Shrugging you keep walking.

Five minutes later you cut into a narrow alley. A shortcut home you normally take after a night out with the girls, granted they are with you—safety in numbers or something. Your drunken mind isn’t really concerned with that right now, though. Your feet are cold, small stones digging into your toes where you’re walking, and you’re lucky you haven’t encountered something sharp yet.

A little bit further into the dark alley you feel it again, that heavy sense of being watched. Whipping your head around you see someone stand at the end of the alleyway. The person’s silhouette completely black, except for the stark white hair that’s illuminated by the streetlight from above. The second thing you note is how tall they are. And the third thing you notice is the eyes—they’re glowing. Piercing blue looking over at you.

He’s just… staring at you. But when he sees you looking at him, he takes a step towards you. Then another. And another. You back up, pointing a finger at him.

“Stay there!” you bark out, finger trembling slightly. “Stay,” you repeat, firmer. The man halts, one pale eyebrow lifting in amusement.

“That’s right. Good boy.” If you were sober, you’d cringe at calling a stranger good boy, but right now all you can think of is that you’re drunk, barefoot, in an alley, and this guy is, what—seven feet tall?

His face becomes clearer now, a bit of moonlight illuminating some of the planes of his face. His skin is porcelain-like, eyes like a kaleidoscope of every blue imaginable, and a smirk is on his face, clearly enjoying this entire interaction.

Right, you’re staring. You clear your throat. “I-I’m going now. You just… stay there.”

He only crosses his arms and leans against the wall, still watching. You slowly nod your head, taking a small step back. Okay, good, he’s staying right where he is. Where you told him to stay. Turning around you nearly scream bloody murder.

He’s right there.

A gasp slips from your lips, mouth dropping open while your eyes bug out of your skull. Did the alcohol in your system fuck you up so bad you somehow turned around slow enough for him to walk in front of you without you noticing it?

You crane your neck up to look at him, stumbling back slightly with the change of your head, before you steady yourself again. He’s smiling down at you, and it’s a nice smile, honestly. It would’ve been charming, if not for the fangs. They’re long, sharp, and very obvious.

Alarm bells blare in your head, muffled slightly by the badum badum badum of your heart in your ears. Impossibly blue eyes, inhuman speed, and now fangs.

“Vampire,” you whisper, voice barely audible.

The stranger’s smile widens. “Ding, ding, ding, sweetheart.”

You swallow hard, of course this would happen to you today out of all days, after being told your friend is fucking your ex and leaving you stranded, alone, in the club.

Your hand slips into your bag, fingers fumbling, digging, trying to search for the bag you had touched earlier that night. But the more you keep fumbling, the harder your heart is starting to beat. Did you make up the fact that you had the bag with you? He notices the motion, of course he does.

“Oh? Gonna pepper spray me? Call a friend?” there’s clear amusement in his voice, “Newsflash, sweetheart, I’m way too fast for that.”

Your fingers keep searching. Come on, come on, come on— There. The pads of your fingers skim over the plastic bag, and it crinkles under the motion. Bingo.

Your heart slams against your ribcage. God, please let that dumb folklore be right. You grab the bag an dump it onto the ground, a soft thud sounds through the alley as thousands of rice grains scatter across the tiles.

The vampire’s head snaps down. He stares for a few seconds, blinks, then crouches. He mutters something under his breath and begins to count, fast—really fucking fast.

You stare at this seven-foot, hulking creature for a few more seconds. Then you take one step back, and another, and another. Then you run, feet pounding against the floor down the alley.

You risk a glance over your shoulder, just hoping he isn’t fast enough to count all of that within seconds. Big mistake. He’s still counting, luckily. But… he looks kind of cute doing it, nevermind the part where he’s a seven-foot vampire.

You slow down, feet coming to a halt, before you turn back and walk up just enough to grab your phone from where it fell onto the ground.

Click.

He doesn’t look up, but the twitch of his fingers tell you he heard it. “Cute.”

Gojo has never seen something like this before. He didn’t expect to be pelted with grains of rice by a cute drunk girl he’d set his sights on the moment she stumbled out of the club. Worse, he has the compelling urge to count them all. He isn’t sure why, all he knows is that he has to count them.

It’s something he’ll look into when he gets home.

It was a smart move on your part, clearly having read some sort of vampire lore before—unless you throw rice at every creep you encounter. However you came back, feet still bare, one of your heels lay abandoned further down the alleyway.

Then you whispered something about how cute he was, as if he isn’t a whole seven feet of vampire.

Now? Now you’re sitting across from him, feet still bare and dirty with grime and small pebbles stuck to your toes—how you haven’t noticed is beyond him—heel danling from your fingers, and your dress is riding up your thighs.

You’re mumbling incoherently about your ex and your friend, not that he’s paying attention to it, all his focus is on the stupid grains of rice.

He isn’t sure why you aren’t running. You know he’s a vampire, having seen his speed, his fangs, his eyes—hell, you even whispered it, vampire. Yet you’re still sitting here, in front of him, as if you’re keeping him company.

He knows you’re drunk, he can smell it on your breath, and if that wasn’t the dead giveaway then the stumbling and walking back to a fucking vampire would be. No one would do that shit when they’re sober.

You’re recounting a story about your ex now, gesturing wildly into the cool night-air. He’s had to restart his count a total of three times already because you keep distracting him. The first time you accidentally kicked the pile when you went to sit down, apologising to him for fucking it up.

The second time you ‘accidentally’ smacked his arm when telling him something. You’d said it was accidental because you were gesturing, but he thinks it’s because he wasn’t paying attention to your story.

He can only hope that the third time just works out for him, because he really wants to sink his fangs into your glistening skin—apart from the sweat you’d certainly built up in the club there’s something else to it, maybe a shimmer you’d applied before leaving for the club earlier today.

He only has a few hundred grains of rice left when your phone rings. And just like anything else tonight, you pick it up without any hesitation.

Gojo can hear a man on the other side of the line, saying something snarky. He isn’t tuned into the conversation, but his ears could hear everything if he wanted to, but he’s still counting, and he’d rather focus on that and finally feed himself than listen to whatever is being said by you or the man.

3124 3125 3126 3127… He’s about to count the last grain of rice when you suddenly flip the phone to him, screen illuminating his skin in a mix of blue and green. 3159 grains of rice, all counted.

He finally looks up and sees a guy filling your screen. Faux blond hair with green roots, brown eyes, and a smirk on his face that quickly morphs into something else. Then you turn your phone back to yourself, slurring out a, “See, ‘m with someone. Now leave m’ alone, asshole.”

Gojo hears the call disconnect, sees the way your screen goes dark. The only light illuminating your skin now is the pale moonlight. Then you take a deep breath and promptly fling yourself backward onto the ground.

“See what I have to deal with?” your eyes find his, a small pout formed on your face while your brows furrow. Gojo doesn’t say anything, just looks at you with those piercing blue eyes. He crosses his arms over his chest and clears his throat. “I’m gonna give you a twenty-second head start, sweetheart. If I were you I’d take it.”

Your brows furrow in confusion this time, nose crinkling slightly. God, you really forgot, didn’t you?

He heaves a sigh and opens his mouth just enough to show his fangs. They glint in the moonlight, showing of just how sharp they are. You squint your eyes a bit, then they open wide again.

“Vampire,” you whisper again, voice fully trembling. But then you groan, it rumbles through your chest a bit, and kick your feet a little. “I don’ wanna runnnn.”

Gojo has to close his eyes for a second and take a deep breath. He likes the chase that comes from when people are afraid of him. Likes it even more when his prey think they can outrun him. They can’t, but he sure does like having them believe they can. Blood always tastes sweeter when there’s a hint of fear involved, after all.

He opens his eyes again and looks straight at you. Then he leans in a little, breath just shy of ghosting the shell of your ear.

“Run,” he whispers, voice sticky sweet as honey. He can see the way your eyes gloss over a bit. Then you’re scrambling upward, and dart out of the alley—your other heel clattering to the ground.

Gojo, true to his word, waits a full twenty seconds. Then he’s in front of you again, making you yelp and dash away again, stumbling over your own feet a little, crashing into the wall, scraping your hand on the rough stones.

The cat and mouse game continues for what he thinks is a full ten minutes. He can hear your heart pounding, blood rushing through your body, and your whispers of ‘Please don’t kill me, I’m way too hot’ and ‘I should’ve stayed home’ and ‘He is kinda cute, though.’

He ignores that last one.

It isn’t until you stumble up the steps of a house where he catches you. His broad chest pressed to your back, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist, fingers dipping into your sides,, while the other is planted next to your head on the door.

“Gotcha,” he whispers into your hair. You’re trembling in his grip, knees almost buckling out form under you. You’re pressed flat against the front door of your house.

You were so close, all you had to do was open it and you would’ve been fine.

You can feel the way his pecs are squished against your back. He’s hunched over you, entire frame leaning down so he can nose against your hair. His muscles are bulging out of his shirt, making you press your thighs together.

It’s a weird mixture of fear and arousal that’s shooting through you. You know he’s a vampire, know he can kill you in an instant—and maybe he will drain you of all your blood—but he’s also so tall. His entire hand splayed out over your tummy now.

He chuckles when he notices the way you’re pressing your thighs together. His cold breath fanning over your skin, almost like a night breeze caressing your face. “You gonna let me in, sweets?”

You know you shouldn’t. Know you should try to get out of his cold, undead grip as fast as you can. The door is right there, one step and you’d be free of him. One big step, you’d just have to get out of his grasp. Sure he has bulging muscles and probably inhuman strength, but you can twist your way out of this, can’t you? Just do a little shimmy and free yourself.

The big hand that’s on your stomach can’t possibly keep you right there, pressed against him, can it? Nevermind the fact that he has such thick forearms and biceps and triceps even Greek Gods would be jealous of.

Turning a bit to the left, you try to see if you have any wiggle room, only for him to chuckle once more. His fingers dig into your flesh a bit harder now, indenting the skin where he touches you. Welp, there goes your plan, straight out the window.

“Promise not to kill me?” You don’t dare to look at him, afraid his eyes will put you under a spell yet again. You know you should’ve ran the first time he told you to, but you were too out of your mind to fully grasp the situation. “Mhmm, just want some of your blood.”

That seems… reasonable enough. You fumble with your keys slightly, still trembling in your grip, the keys and keychains clinking against each other. It’s the only sound in the entire street, everyone else already being in bed—which is no surprise, considering you left the club at… three or something like that.

When you finally slot your keys into the hole, you twist it open, pushing the door open to your dark hallway.

You’re about to set a foot into your house when the guy tugs you back against his chest. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Right, he’s a vampire and not just some random hookup you dragged home. A very handsome vampire, though. If you’re going out, at least it’s by a hottie. Oh fuck, he really can just kill you. I mean, he just said he wouldn’t, but he can lie about it. Then again, he could’ve killed you ten times over already.

“What’s your name?” That seems to catch him off-guard. Blinking a few times, those baby blues looking you over in wonder a few times, and you can’t help but melt into him a bit—only for you to stand up straight again when you feel how fucking cold he is.

“Satoru,” is all he mumbles out, fangs poking out slightly. He really is cute for a terrifying creature.

Nodding your head you nudge the door open even further, extending your hand into your house with a flourish. “Come in, Satoru.”

The next second you’re picked up before he all but throws you onto your couch, your body bouncing a bit before he’s on you. A yelp leaves your lips, heart pounding out of your ribs, fingers shaking slightly, breaths heavy.

Right, he is a vampire with inhuman speed and strength. Your pupils dilate a bit, hairs standing on edge when he grins down at you with those too-sharp canines. His eyes almost seem to glow in this moment, face shadowed completely.

You’re frozen in place, reality settling in like someone poured a cold cup of water over your head to sober you up.

You just invited a vampire into your house. To drink your blood. Way to fucking go.

“Ready, sweets?” He murmurs down at you, picking up your hand where it lies limp beside you on the couch, pulse hammering in your ears. He brings your fingers up to his mouth, before wrapping his lips around the bloodied appendages, tongue laving over the wounds there. You’d honestly forgotten you even had them—too busy running away from him to notice just how scratched up your clammy palms were.

His saliva stings your skin, making you pull away, only for him to hold your wrist in place. He licks a broad stripe from your palms up to your fingers, leaving behind a red trail—blood and saliva mixed together.

When you don’t answer he grins a bit wider, lips slightly red by your blood. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

With that he surges forward, one strong arm wrapping around your waist to keep you from squirming while the other quickly brushes away the hairs that are falling over your shoulder. His fangs puncture your skin just above your collarbone, and it feels like your nerves are on fire.

Your mouth opens in a scream, only to have it clamped shut by a big palm. Tears spring to your eyes, fat drops falling down the apples of your cheeks before they drip from your jawline onto the couch below.

You can feel the way your blood is leaving you. Satoru is sucking on the wound hard enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your skull—not in pleasure, but in pain. Pure agony running through your veins now.

From all the vampire lore, you whished the aphrodisiac bite was at least true. But instead of pleasure surging through you, it’s pain. Pure pain. You can feel the way your body jerks from the sensation, but Satoru just tightens his hold onto you, pushing you further into the couch.

The last thing you see before the dark takes ahold of you is the blue glow emitting from his eyes, casting the two of you in a soft, blue glare, making his pale hair stand out against the darkness of the room.

You wake up surrounded by softness. Blinking a few times you register just where you are—your own bed. Your pillow is soft and fluffy under your head, and your blanket is keeping you warm. Your head is absolutely pounding, a dull thud behind your eyes making you groan.

Just how much did you have to drink last night?

Thinking back on the night before, you can remember bits and pieces. You went out with your friend to celebrate… something, only for her to leave you alone at the club later that night.

Why did she leave you alone again?

Racking your brain, you try to fill in the gaps as good as you can. You remember drinking and dancing. Hips moving to the beat—well you tried to, but you probably were off-beat if you’re going to be honest—while your friend was laughing with you.

Then she leaned forward with a smile on her face and murmured something in your ear. What the fuck did she say that she had to leave?

You furrow your brows, closing your eyes once more. Right, right, it’s coming all back to you now. She told you she was dating Naoya out of all people. Even after you’d told her every minute detail about that scumbag, she still chose to be with him, destroying your trust in the process.

Fucking bitch. And then she just up and left you there to get home by yourself.

Okay, now you know why your head is pounding—having drank waayyy too much alcohol to at least have a good night by yourself. But how did you get home?

You pat around your bed to search for your phone, twisting your neck to look to your left side, only for a hiss to leave your lips when you feel just how much your neck hurts. Your hand shoots to the spot, only to find gauze under your fingertips.

Gauze? Why is there gauze on your neck out of all places.

You rub your head with your other hand, only to feel small scabs on your fingertips. Opening your eyes you look at your hand, only to see it being scabbed over at some places.

Right, you scratched your hand on the wall when running away from that cute vampire. …Wait, what??

Sitting up you look around your room, to hopefully see said vampire, but he’s nowhere to be found. A laugh bubbles up in your chest and leaves your lips. A vampire, how stupid is that. Your drunken mind probably made all of that up.

Seeing a weird silhouette in an alleyway sure is scary, so you just began to run back home. Yeah, yeah that must be it. Your drunken mind having conjured up a whole story about a guy that doesn’t exist. Vampires aren’t real; they’re just myths made up to scare children.

So why is there gauze on your collarbone?

Your head is pounding all the same, these silly questions surely can wait until after you had some water, or coffee.

Standing up you’re about to walk downstairs when you hear someone… humming? Your shoulders immediately tense up, feet planting themselves in their place. Why is there someone in your house?

Grabbing the nearest object—a vase with fake flowers, because nowadays it’s too much to ask guys to get you some flowers—you tiptoe down the stairs, careful to not make a sound. It’s one thing if there’s someone in your house, it’s another when they know you’re there.

On the last step you hear someone call out to you. “Oh, you’re awake. That’s good!”

You nearly drop the vase in shock, fingers slipping slightly, before you tighten your grip again. Your heart hammering out of your chest, goosebumps littering your skin, and before you can even do anything, a tall, white-haired man walks into view.

And suddenly everything from last night slams back into you. No, your mind hadn’t simply made up Satoru, it’s real. The gauze on your throat a bitter reminder that there are, in fact, vampires roaming the earth.

“What the fuck are you still doing in my house?” you ask him, setting the vase down onto your kitchen counter before walking up to him. You poke your finger against his arm, testing to see if he really is real, or if you might still be drunk. “You’re real, right?”

Gojo just chuckles at you, his fangs poking through his lips at your question. His fingers wrap themselves around your wrist—ice cold to the touch, making you tremble slightly from just how cold they are—stopping you from poking him any further.

“Duh, you can’t make up a face this pretty.” He gestures to his face with a small pout on his face. Okay, conceited much. You scrunch your nose up at that, looking him dead in the eye—the same eyes that glowed last night while he was feasting on you - is that the correct term? You’re not sure, but you don’t really care, either.

“As for your question, I stayed because I might’ve drained you a bit too much. The alcohol in your system made your blood thinner, so I had a harder time gauging just how much I drank. So I stayed to be certain you wouldn’t pass awa— anyway. Alcohol makes your blood taste bitter, by the way, Certainly didn’t help you weren’t as afraid as I wanted you to be,” he mumbles that last part under his breath.

“Not as afraid as you wanted me to be? I thought my heart was gonna crawl out of my mouth— can you let go of me? You’re cold as fuck,” you try to tug your wrist out of his grasp, only for him to tighten it just slightly, slender fingers enclosing around your wrist.

Grinning he leans down slightly, back hunched just slightly as he looks you in the eye. “Why? You didn’t seem to mind me touching you last night.”

You inhale sharply, the memory of him pressed against your back flooding your mind. His strong chest pressed against your back while his hand was splayed out over your tummy making you all hot and bothered— no, you can’t think like this, fucking stop it.

“Yeah, well, that was just me being drunk,” you mumble out.

He takes a step forward, and another, while you walk backwards, until your back hits the wall. The wall scratching your back slightly, straightening your spine. His hand plants itself next to your head, leaning forward until his nose is almost brushing yours. “You sure that’s all it was? I’m hurt, sweets. You’re saying you don’t find me cute anymore?”

Gulping you press your thighs together, your panties damp under your sleeping shorts, core hot and achy. There’s no denying he’s hot—not quite cute as you called him last night—but should you really do this? He’s a vampire, hot, sure, but still a bloodsucking creature. His grin widens when his eyes flick down to your thighs.

You know you shouldn’t do this. It’s irresponsible, downright stupid, but you can’t deny to yourself that he’s making you horny by just existing.

And suddenly a thought enters your mind, like someone whispered in your ear. Your friend—now ex-friend—is dating your ex. It makes your stomach flip a few times, trying to make sense of the situation you’re in right now.

Fuck it.

Your hands find his pecs that are flexed with the way he’s standing, fabric doing little to hide them. Your finger trails down to his abdomen where you can feel the clearly built muscles. You bat your lashes at him, tilting your head just slightly. “And what if I said I thought you were hot?”

“Then I’d ask to have another taste— a different taste this time,” he murmurs down at you. That’s all you needed, fisting the fabric of his shirt and pulling him down to meet you. Lips crashing against each other in a messy battle of teeth and tongue.

He groans into your mouth, carefully nipping at your lower lip, puncturing it slightly. He sucks on the little droplets of blood before he claims your mouth once more. Copper filling your taste buds, making you moan out slightly.

Then he suddenly picks you up, hands under your thighs while yours find purchase at his broad shoulders, clutching onto them, nails digging into his skin just slightly. He chuckles against your mouth, “I’m not going to drop you.”

And true to his word, he doesn’t drop you, but he does bring you upstairs at speeds you’ve never dreamed of having. He carefully lays you down onto the bed, matrass groaning under both your weight just slightly.

His lips disconnect from yours, and he has to keep himself from groaning out at the sight of your bloodied, kiss-bitten lips. All swollen for him. Gojo peppers featherlight kisses down your throat, until they find the gauze just above your collarbone.

Yelping you look down at him. He’s grinning up at you, blue eyes crinkling slightly while he carefully places another kiss onto the gauze. “That hurts, dickhead.”

“Hmmm, just showing my little blood bag some appreciation,” he purrs before his lips trail further down, all the way until he’s seated onto the floor, cold breath ghosting on your thighs, leaving behind slight goosebumps. “I’m not your personal blood bag.”

He just winks up at you before pressing a kiss to the fat of your thigh. Then one a little higher, another one to the apex of your thigh, and one on your hipbone. You’re squirming out at the feeling of his lips—cold to the touch, but oh so careful.

His fingers hook around your pajama shorts, looking up at you for permission. When you nod he pulls them off you, leaving you in your panties. His pupils dilate when they see the wet spot, “You’re soaked. All this for me?”

Rolling your eyes you look down at him, leaning on your elbows. “How about you touch me instead of being such a conc— oh fuck,” your head lolls back onto your shoulderblades, eyes fluttering shut slightly. His thumb presses onto your clit.

“What was that, sweetheart?” he chuckles when you moan out at the pressure he applies through your panties, thumb circling your twitchy clit. “That’s what I thought.”

He leans down to lick a broad stripe over your panties, moaning out at the taste of you—so sweet, and oh, how he wishes you weren’t drunk last night so he could’ve had a taste of this pussy earlier—lips wrapping around your nub and sucking on it slightly.

“Shit. Fuck— Satoru, right there,” your hand finds his head, fingers threading through his silky locks, pulling on them slightly when he sucks even harder, cheeks hollowing out. Pleasure shoots right through your core, thighs threatening to snap shut. Something that doesn’t go unnoticed by the white-haired man under you, big palms clasping your thighs and keeping them spread riiight open for him. “Just get those panties out of the way already!”

He releases his lips with a pop, making you sigh out. Grinning up at you, one of his fingers comes up to your swollen folds, rubbing them slightly—still with that damn fabric in the way.

“Someone’s eager. You want me to get rid of these cute panties?” He tilts his head slightly before his fingers creep further upwards,, until they hook into them, making you think he’s finally going to get them off you. Instead he pulls the fabric upward, stretching it over your poor twitchy cunt, “But they look so good on you— yeahhh look at that.”

His eyes are zeroed in on where the fabric disappears between your pussy lips slightly, stretching the fabric even further until you’re pushing at his head, whining out.

“Please, please just get them off,” you whine out, tears gathering in your eyes from the way he’s just playing with you, taking his sweet time while your hole is pulsing around nothing. He chuckles once more before letting the fabric snap! against your skin, having you gasp out.

“Guess I should give this pretty pussy what she deserves, huh?” He gives a few taps to your clit, thighs twitching with each pass of his fingers, before he finally hooks a finger around the gusset and pulls it aside, revealing your cunt to the open air.

Without any preamble he dives in, tongue flat against your twitchy clit. Your back immediately arches with the swipe of his tongue—this time without any fabric between the muscle and your aching clit.

One of his slender, cold fingers plunges itself into your soppy hole. Your fingers tighten in his hair, tugging on it slightly, moaning out at the intrusion. “Fuck— right there.”

He thrusts his finger in and out of you before adding another one. The cold touch such a stark contrast to your hot, needy core it has you keen out. Your legs are trembling in his hold, one of them still spread open by his other hand, while your own creeps down to hold your other leg open for him.

“Such a good girl,” he mumbles out against your core, pleasure shooting through you. He curls those long digits inside of you, trying to find that one spot inside of you while he very lightly nips on your clit, your walls clamping down on his digits. His fingers keep thrusting and curling inside of you, finding finding findi— you loudly moan into the air, head thrown back. Found it.

“F-fuck, Satoru, keep them there ‘m so close,” you sob out, thighs tensing up slightly while he continuously hits your g-spot with perfect precision. Your orgasm crashes over you, tiny fireworks exploding in your tummy. “Cumming— cumming.”

He stays down there, lapping up the slick that’s gushing out of you. Cold tongue dipping into your hole alongside his fingers, opening you up even further for him.

You go limp in his hold a minute later, and he finally detaches himself from your mound—lips shiny with spit and your arousal. Then he pulls his fingers from your hole, stringy juices webbing between his fingers when he spreads them, looking at them in wonder, before putting them in his mouth and moaning out at the sweet, sweet taste that’s you.

“Think you’re ready for me, baby?” He stands up already unbuckling his belt, and you have to swallow once you see his bulge. Fuck. He’s ginormous. You shouldn’t be surprised, this guy is seven-feet tall, everything about him is enormous compared to you, but still you can’t help the way your eyes are almost bulging out of your skull.

He pulls out his cock—angry, red tip swollen and glistening with pre—and wraps his fist around it, giving it a few tugs.

“That’s not gonna fit inside of me,” you blurt out, eyes transfixed on where his hand is still wrapped around his dick. He smirks at that, of course he does. He’s probably heard it a million times before, but of course you had to say it.

He leans forward, tip nudging your clit, coating himself in your arousal. “Relax, it’s gonna fit.”

Gulping you lay back slightly, opening your legs even further to accommodate him. He smiles at that, one hand clamping around your waist while the other guides his member towards your entrance. Taking a deep breath in, he pushes inside your fluttering walls.

A high-pitched moan leaves your lips, sweat breaking on your skin. The stretch is unbelievable—your walls fluttering uselessly around him, and this was just the tip. He hisses at the feeling of your walls clamping down on him—yes, actually hisses, fangs on full display. “Fuck, loosen up baby.”

His fingers come down to your sensitive clit, rubbing on it to keep you distracted from the intrusion—not that it helps. He pushes another inch inside of you, and tears are starting to spill down from your eyes, disappearing into your hairline.

Gojo looks at you, blue eyes almost completely black now. He can feel the way his dick twitches when he sees your tears. Leaning forward he balances on one forearm, tongue lapping up your tears, groaning at the salty taste of your tears.

“You’re too big,” you squeal, hand uselessly pushing against his abdomen. He merely presses a kiss to your cheek, then to the corner of your mouth, and finally his lips claim yours, tongue tracing the seam of your sealed lips.

He stays still like that for a little while, letting you get used to the way he’s stretching you out. When he feels you loosen up slightly he pulls his hips back until just his tip remains and pushes back in again, a bit further this time.

You moan out into his mouth, legs wrapping themselves around his waist, and your hands entangle themselves in his hair. “That’s it, knew you could do it.”

With a few more thrusts he finally bottoms out, his hips meeting yours. Tears are flowing free down your face and he has to resist the urge to just bite you with how cute you looked. Fuck, what he wouldn’t do to get a taste of you again—your blood surely much sweeter now.

He looks down, only to grin. Would you look at that. “Look down, sweetheart. See how well you’re taking me?” he grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger and angles your head down. Blinking a few times you look down and—oh! The print of his cock fully visible, bulging your tummy where he’s buried.

“You’re so deep,” you mumble out, slight awe in your voice, only for a broken moan to leave your lips seconds later. Gojo pulls out and thrusts back in, tip smooching your cervix. Again. And again. And again.

A creamy ring starting to circle around his base, balls slapping against your ass with each harsh thrust. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving behind crescent shaped marks. You’re sobbing out into his neck, vision blurring slightly.

“Mhmm, I know.” He presses down onto your stomach where he can feel his own cock through your womb, and it has you keen out even more. Moans and groans and the lewd plap plap plap! of his hips fill the room.

Your legs begin to tremble, cock plummeting in and out of your soppy hole, the squelch it makes has your face heat up, a pretty blush forming on your face as you feel yourself near your second orgasm. After a few more thrusts, you come around him, clear liquid gushing out of you, spraying onto his abdomen, thighs and the sheets below you. Your vision whites out completely while your back arches, mouth forming an ‘o’ that you can’t seem to close.

Satoru hisses when he feels your walls clamp down onto his girth, speeding up his thrusts slightly. “Fuck, lemme cum inside, please.”

Your mind doesn’t register his request at first, too busy trembling around him. It’s only when he starts whining that you take note of his request. “Yes, yes ‘toru. ‘S okay.”

“Shit- need you to say it. Say it out loud for me, pretty,” he pleads with you, his own thighs tensing up slightly. “Y-you can cum inside, S’toru.”

That’s all it takes. He thrusts once more before stilling, his fat tip snug against your cervix while he spills inside of you. Ropes of cum keep coming, emptying his balls inside your greedy cunt completely. His forehead dropping down to yours.

The two of you lay there for a few moments, trying to catch your breath—well, it’s just you who has to catch their breath, but Satoru stays there for you—and calm down slightly.

“Soooo, you need permission to cum inside too, huh?” you giggle at the seven-foot vampire. He just groans, eyes fluttering shut. “Shut up.”

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The East Citadel of Kratos, one governed by the Kim, operates differently from the North.

Where the Jeon citadel was built on mountaintops, where it’s cold and quiet, the Kim territory was built on a more desert-like area and it runs on information and gossip. Every corridor, every house, and every room in the East have ears in it and every visitor who crosses into Kim territory did so knowing that the moment they set foot inside its borders, the Kim already knew things about them.

Seokjin was prepared for this.

The Demon who owed him the favor, Aria, was old and powerful enough in the East that it was easy for Seokjin to get clearance from the East exterior checkpoints. A Demon prince walking around outside of his territory is calling for trouble. So, Seokjin spent the past couple of days trying to mask his energy so that it wouldn’t be as recognisable. 

Seokjin did not go to the Kim citadel itself. 

The city surrounding it was where Seokjin needed to be.

East Kratos, like all parts of Kratos, does not only own a single fortress or main citadel, there are smaller fortresses and villages around it. These districts of villages where Seokjin is walking towards, are built up outside the citadel walls where Demons with lower rankings or bloodline lived. 

Seokjin walked in the East with his core energy pulled inward to not attract attention. He was walking towards the residence of Eris whose address he extracted from Aria.

When Seokjin finally reached just outside of the house, he looked around, taking in his surroundings. The house was unremarkable, almost run down on the outside, which meant Eris must have specific reasons for wanting to be overlooked as she was not of lower ranking, not until the incident that is. 

Seokjin knocked once, and even before he took his hand off the door, it opened. Eris was waiting right near her door, she sensed the Demon walking towards her house from metres away, and it has truly been awhile since she sensed a non-Kim Demon energy. 

She looked at him for exactly one second, before her expression changed to disgust and disappointment, "Ugh," Eris said, "it's the wrong brother."

Seokjin took a good look at Eris.

She was exactly as he remembered from the last time their paths crossed before the incident where she tried to kill Jungkook and Jophiel. Erin has pale skin, long black hair, and a small cross tattooed on the center of her forehead as mockery to The Ancient One, and while most Demons had eyes with veins across it, her eyes were nothing but white. 

Seokjin smiled at the one crazy weapon he needed, "You could invite me in?”

"I could also close the door," she said in amusement.

 "You could," Seokjin agreed, "but you won't, not until you hear what I have to say."

Eris studied him for some time, her white eyes moving over him, assessing what Seokjin was looking for and whatever it was he actually wanted under whatever he might claim to want. Then she stepped aside to let Seokjin enter her humble abode. 

The interior of the house was exactly what Seokjin expected from her: excessive and tacky. From this alone, Seokjin could tell that Eris is still hung up on his brother. Because the Eris from back then, the Demon she was before she went rogue, was a Demon woman who could pick any Demon in Kratos and have them head over heels for her, she even had that angel, Jophiel, kissing her ground. 

"Give me your little brother," Eris demanded, standing by the windows with her arms folded.

Seokjin sat in the chair right across where Eris was standing without being invited to, "That's actually why I'm here."

"Is it?" Eris said, tilting her head as she batted her eyelashes at him. 

"I can help you get him," Seokjin restated.

Eris looked at him before laughing, "Oh yes? And how exactly are you going to do that? You cursed your brother to earth, he's been stuck there for hundreds of years," she tilted her head, “are you going to send me there too?"

Seokjin opened his mouth, stopped, and then closed it again, "Huh," Seokjin said quietly, "why didn't I think of that?"

"Because," Eris said giggling, "you are the dumb brother."

The smile dropped from Seokjin's face and his energy, which he has been keeping carefully controlled since he entered Kim territory, pressed outward slightly before he pulled it back again, if Seokjin lost control, he would lose all his progress.

Seokjin held Eris’ gaze for a few minutes, clenching his jaw, before finally exhaling slowly through his nose. Seokjin has to be the bigger Demon here, he has to be patient for this to work. 

The woman in front of him is nothing, doesn’t even have a high rank anymore after she went uncontrollable.

"What if I told you," Seokjin said, his voice a little bit higher to show her that he is an accomplice, though it took him visible effort to do this, "that he is no longer on earth?"

Eris said nothing.

"What if I told you," Seokjin continued, "that the curse was broken? That Jungkook is back in the North Citadel, right now, as we speak?"

Still nothing from Eris, but her posture changed, very slightly, but Seokjin has been reading Demons his entire life and he caught it.

"And," Seokjin added, keeping his voice entirely casual about it, "he has a woman beside him now."

The silence that followed was different from the ones before it. 

Eris turned her head towards the window, her arms were folded against her chest tightly. To be told that her supposed-to-be "lover" was back and reachable again, Eris would be lying to say she wasn’t excited, "You're lying," she said.

"You know I'm not," Seokjin replied.

And Seokjin was right, Eris knew he was not lying, because she could sense that he wasn’t. Seokjin was telling the truth, and she knew it. Although every Demon believed she went rogue, Eris is still very much capable of doing anything she wants. She was and still is one of the most intelligent Demons from the East. 

Eris turned her head back to look at him, and her expression turned colder and much more dangerous, before demanding more from the Demon prince in front of her, "Tell me more."

"She was a human girl," Seokjin said, and he purposefully slowed down when saying the word human, "not even a Demon. Well, she is now, she’s a human turned Demon. She was born a human, she lived a human life, and she managed to break a curse that was designed to be unbreakable."

"How does it feel?” Seokjin continued, muttering his next words slowly for Eris to clearly hear it, "to know that you, a pure Demon, a Demon with centuries of power behind you, could not get Jungkook's attention? But a mere human girl could?"

The silence that stretched out after that sentence was the longest one yet since Seokjin came into her house.

Eris did not look at Seokjin.

Her gaze stayed fixed on the wall behind Seokjin, her jaw clenched so tightly she was prepared for it to break, "Tell me more," she demanded once again of the Demon prince.

Seokjin smiled.

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"I went to the land of the necromancers," Seokjin started.

Eris raised her eyebrows, she didn’t know whether to see Seokjin as an impressive or idiotic Demon. Necromancers live in the most isolated realm, a tough one to get into. The land of the necromancers was not designed for living creatures to easily walk through. A creature would have to be desperate to seek out a necromancer as reaching their realm alone was a gamble with death.

"That," Eris said slowly, "was not an easy trip, was it?”

"The necromancer's realm is known for that," Seokjin confirmed.

"How long did it take you to find them?" Eris asked curiously.

"That is not relevant," Seokjin said.

"It took you a long time,” Eris smirked.

"I said it's not relevant," Seokjin said as he shot her a glare that Eris just brushed off.

"I guess you succeeded then," Eris said, "clearly, I mean, you're here."

"The necromancer was," Seokjin added, "persuaded."

"Necromancers are not persuaded easily," Eris said as she studied him again, reading everything he wasn't saying which was the more interesting part of the conversation.

"No," Seokjin smiled, “they do not."

"How many did you have to get through before you found the one who would help you?" she asked.

"Ten," he replied.

Eris lets out a giggle, "The dumb brother who walked into necromancer territory alone, past ten of them who refused to help him, actually came out to the other side successfully."

"I told you," Seokjin said, visibly angry and annoyed, "I am not the dumb brother.”

"You are absolutely the dumb brother," Eris said, rolling her eyes before adding, "but you are also, very apparently, the stubborn one. Oh well, explain whatever you received from the necromancer," Eris said, settling into the chair across from him, "how it works, what it costs, and what the limits are."

“The magic will allow you to borrow energy and appearance from a dead Demon from the North, her name was Ymir. She was a lower-rank soldier, and she was not significant enough to be widely known, as long as you do not visit the villages in the most eastern part of North Kratos, no Demon will know who you are. She was born in the North which means her energy carries the territorial imprint. So with this dark magic, the founding energy of the North will see you as Ymir,” Seokjin explained.

Seokjin took a small breath before continuing his explaination, "The necromancer's dark magic works in layers. Think of it like an armour placed over your energy rather than your body. Your actual energy will still be there underneath Ymir’s energy. The beauty of this magic is that it will make any other Demon see you as Ymir from the North Citadel."

Eris absorbed this new information rather quickly, "So you want me to pretend to be Ymir and do what exactly?”

“Befriend ____,” Seokjin replied, “and once she trusts you, I want you to take her to me.”

Eris stared at him in disbelief, “You want me to go into the North Citadel as Ymir and make friends with the human girl.”

"The former human," Seokjin said.

"That distinction is not the part I'm questioning," Eris responded.

Seokjin leaned back against his seat slightly, "Think about her situation. She arrived in the North against her will, she knows almost no one. The Demons in the North have made it clear that she is not welcome within it, they call her impure and they refuse to associate with her, and the only protection she has is Jungkook's name over her head which, given that she is currently furious at Jungkook, is a protection she probably resents needing."

Eris said nothing to that, expecting more information out of Seokjin. 

"She also has an angel who visits when his obligations allow," Seokjin continued, "and Woojin, who is loyal to Jungkook before he is anything else. That is her entire world in Kratos. A being in that position, newly turned, grieving everything she lost, isolated in a citadel that despises her existence, when a Demon approaches her with warmth and no personal agenda, she will want to trust you. She won't be able to help herself, it's just in the human instinct she still carries and will carry for a very long time."

"An angel?" she questioned.

"Yes," Seokjin said.

"Which angel?" Eris asked. As a Kim, she had a feeling of which angel it would be. She knows only Jophiel can easily enter and exit the North. But she wanted to hear it from Seokjin’s mouth, she wanted to hear the confirmation from him.

“Jophiel,” Seokjin smiled, before adding, “he has been visiting her every day.”

“So," Eris said, very quietly, "she has Jungkook."

"Yes," Seokjin nodded.

"And Jophiel," Eris continued.

"It would appear so," Seokjin replied with a smile.

“How do you know all of this if you have been on the run?” Eris asked suspiciously. 

“I have someone inside. A Demon who has served in the citadel long enough that no other Demon will be suspicious of him. I have been building this for longer than you might expect. I understood that if I ever needed to move against the North from the outside, I would need eyes on the inside."

"Who is it?" Eris asked.

"That," Seokjin said, smiling, "is not something I'm going to tell you."

Eris observed the Demon prince in front of her, "And this demon tells you everything."

"Yes," Seokjin said, “the political movements happening after my betrayal became known, the reaction to the human girl's presence, what Woojin is doing, what the King is doing, what Jungkook himself is doing on any given day."

Eris believed Seokjin, he had no reason to lie to her. But the most pressing matter to her now is that a human has the two creatures she used to be with.

"Both of them," Eris snapped, "a formerly human Demon who has existed for less than a month, has managed to have both of them wrapped around her fingers?”

Seokjin said nothing, he understood that this was not a moment that required his input.

"I want her gone from the North," Eris said, and the words came out very clearly, "I want her gone from Jungkook, and I want her gone from Jophiel, and I want it done before she spends another day sitting in a room in my citadel having both of the things that are mine."

"Then we understand each other perfectly," Seokjin said, “but Eris, I do not want you to kill her until we reel Jungkook into the camp.”

“What camp?” Eris asked, a clear confusion across her face. 

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Seokjin settled back, he had the look of a Demon who was excited to tell another being about a plan he had been building, a plan he was proud of, "I have been in the Lee territory," Seokjin said, "for the past several years, building something."

Eris stared at him, "You have been living in Lee territory?"

"Well near it," Seokjin said, "there is a stretch of land on the border between the North and the South, disputed territory that neither citadel has formally claimed in several generations because the cost of holding it has never been worth the effort. I have been living there with my followers."

"The Lee and the Jeon have never had a mutual understanding," Eris said carefully, “in the entire recorded history of Kratos."

"No," Seokjin agreed, “which is why no one will be looking for me there."

The Lee citadel was the largest army in Kratos. They are aggressive, territorial, and has a grudge against the North that predated most living Demons.

"Doesn't the Lee wants the North weakened?" Eris asked slowly.

"The Lee have always wanted the North weakened," Seokjin said, “I simply gave them a reason to want it now and a plan for how to achieve it."

"You're going to war with the North," Eris said, finally grasping what Seokjin isn't saying directly.

"I'm going to correct a problem that has been building for a very long time," Seokjin replied, "The Lee have numbers. I have knowledge of the North's interior, its weaknesses, its points of access, and a Demon inside its walls who can tell me exactly where everyone will be on any given day. Together, those things are sufficient."

"Sufficient for what exactly?" Eris said.

"To kill Jungkook," Seokjin said plainly, “and the King."

"Both of them?" Eris asked.

"Yes, I need both of them dead," Seokjin confirmed, “killing Jungkook alone solves nothing. The King would simply rebuild the North, appoint a successor, and the North would continue. The throne requires the King's death and Jungkook's."

"And then you take the throne?" Eris asked.

"And then I take the throne," Seokjin replied, “yes."

Eris was quiet for a few seconds before telling Seokjin her opinion, "The North will not accept you after this. You are a traitor to the citadel. You cursed the second prince and you allied with the Lee, the North’s biggest enemy. There is not a demon in the North who would bend a knee to you after all of that."

"There are always demons who will bend a knee to whoever is standing when the fighting stops," Seokjin said, “Is that not the oldest truth in Kratos? Loyalty follows power, not history. The whole Kratos has always known that. It is written into the founding law of every citadel, any Demon strong enough to take the throne has the right to hold it. Bloodline means nothing if someone stronger challenges it successfully."

"So you plan to simply walk in after Jungkook and the King are dead and claim it by right of conquest?" Eris said.

“Yes,” Seokjin simply said.

Eris let out a small sigh, "The Lee will want something in return for this."

"The Lee wants territory," Seokjin said, “specifically the southern border of the North and I have agreed to cede it once the throne is mine."

"The North will never accept that either," Eris said, "giving a territory to the Lee after a war? You will spend the entirety of your reign managing uprisings from your own citadel."

"Managing uprisings is considerably easier than not having a throne to manage them from," Seokjin replied flatly.

"You have been building toward this since before you cursed him," Eris stated.

"I have been building toward this since I understood that my father would never name me heir. That regardless of what I did or how powerful I became, the King has already decided. Jungkook was his choice from the very beginning and everything I did was always going to be insufficient because the decision was never actually about capability."

Eris did not know what to say to that.

"The girl," Seokjin continued, returning his voice to its usual register, "is the key that will take Jungkook out of the North. He will have his army with him to save her, and when he is away with soldiers, that is when I will attack the North. So, ____ is the one variable that guarantees Jungkook moves when I need him to move. And that is why I can not have you kill ____ before Jungkook attacks."

"And after," Eris said, “once she has served that purpose, what will you do then?"

"That is entirely outside my interest. The throne is what I want. What happens to a formerly human Demon is not a problem I intend to spend any time on," Seokjin replied.

Eris nodded slowly, before looking at him directly and said, "If this works and you take the North. The Lee will not stay contained to the border territory you promised them, you know that."

"I know that," Seokjin agreed.

"Managing the Lee from the North throne, after using them to take it, will be the defining challenge of your entire reign," Eris said, “they are not the kind of army that helps you win a war and then goes home quietly."

"No," Seokjin said, “they are not."

"And you still think this is worth it?" Eris asked.

"I think," Seokjin answered, "that the North Citadel has been my birthright since before I could walk. I think I have spent my entire existence being told in every subtle way that it would never be mine. And I think that yes, managing the Lee is a significant problem,” Seokjin paused, “but it is a problem I would very much like to have."

“So,” Eris said after a long moment of silence, “what do I get in return for all of this?”

Seokjin looked at her, "Jungkook."

Eris stared at him, “You just spent the last few minutes telling me your plan to kill Jungkook."

"I said you get Jungkook," Seokjin repeated, “I didn't specify whether he would be alive or dead."

"That is not an answer," Eris said flatly.

"You go into the North as Ymir," Seokjin sighed before continuing, "you befriend the girl, you take her to the camp on day six, and Jungkook comes for her. At that point, what happens to him is between you and me and the Lee army."

“You want him dead," Eris said.

"I need him removed from the equation," Seokjin said carefully, “those are not always the same thing."

Eris narrowed her eyes, "You're offering me Jungkook as a reward while simultaneously planning to kill him, those two things cannot both be true at once."

"Can't they?" Seokjin said.

"No," Eris said, her white eyes fixed on him, “they cannot, either he is dead or he is mine. Pick one."

"What I need," Seokjin finally replied, "is for Jungkook to not be on the North throne. I need him to be unable to challenge me. I need him to not be a problem.”

“I’ll lock him up somewhere,” Eris replied, “or I’m not doing this at all.”

“It would be better for me if he was dead,” Seokjin stated, “a dead Jungkook cannot escape, cannot be freed by an angel or by some other variable I failed to account for.”

“I know ways to lock him up, if you give him to me I will help you pretend being Ymir, if not then I will not do this at all,” Eris threatened. 

Keeping Jungkook alive was a variable Seokjin did not plan for. He thought Jungkook would just be a ticking bomb that could explode if he was just imprisoned somewhere.

Seokjin approached Eris thinking she would have wanted Jungkook dead as well. But Eris was the only piece on the board who could walk into the North as someone else, and she has the personal motivation to do this, especially with Jungkook and Jophiel, the two men she used to own, now wrapped around a human girl. Seokjin could always correct the ending later, once the throne was his and Eris has served her purpose.

Seokjin sighed before finally agreeing, “Fine. But, I will have to see whatever you will be doing to him to ensure he won’t escape.”

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Eris observed Seokjin after he finished speaking, there was something in her realisation that was not admiration but was closer to it than she wanted to admit. Then Eris said, "You do know that every King of Kratos can see what is happening within their own territory."

Seokjin said nothing to that, letting Eris continue.

"Who enters," Eris continued, "and who exits the territory. The founding energy of each citadel feeds directly into its King. Your father sits on that throne and the North tells him everything,” Eris tilted her head, her white eyes fixed on him, "How do you know he is not already on you? How do you know he hasn't been watching every single thing you have been building from the moment you left?"

"Oh, I know he is on me," Seokjin said simply without an ounce of fear.

Eris blinked at his confession, "You know?"

"I know he is watching," Seokjin said, "I know he is aware that I have followers. My father has never been someone who misses things, I am not foolish enough to believe I have been invisible to him."

"Then," Eris said slowly, "you are building a war camp on the border of the North's territory with a following of some Demons, and your father, the King who can see everything within his territory, knows about you and you are still here?”

"Yes," Seokjin said.

"Why hasn't he moved against you already?" Eris asked.

"Because," Seokjin said, "what he does not know is that the Lee is backing me. He can see my camp and my followers. But the Lee’s involvement is hidden behind their own territorial energy. The Lee and I never meet on the same ground. Every communication, every negotiation, and every agreement between myself and the Lee has happened with them standing on their side of border territory and me standing on the North. We are always in separate territories when we speak, the Lee on the Southern side of the line, while my followers and I on the Northern side of the line."

Seokjin smiled proudly before continuing, “My father knows I am a threat, but he does not know how large the threat actually is.”

"Your father does not just sense activity within his territory," Eris replied carefully, "you know that. Your father sees what is coming, not just what is happening now, but what will happen. That is not the same thing as being one step behind you."

Seokjin went quiet.

"So I will ask you again," Eris continued, "why has he not moved against you already? And this time, do not tell me it is because he cannot see the Lee's involvement. Your father sees the future, Seokjin. If this ends badly for you, he has already seen it."

"My father's sight is not like The Ancient One's," Seokjin said, "he does not see all futures. He reads the threads connected to his bloodline and his territory. He can sense when something threatens the bloodline. But the Lee exists outside that thread and I exist outside that thread now. I burned that connection."

Eris considered that, "So he is blind to you specifically?"

"Not blind," Seokjin said, "just limited. He can see what is coming but not the full picture of how it is happening, and maybe," Seokjin said slowly, "the futures where he stops me are not futures he can win either."

"You think he has seen every version of this," Eris said, "and the one he chose to allow is this one."

"I think," Seokjin replied, "that a King who can see futures and still does nothing is not a King who missed something. He is a King who looked at every possible outcome and decided that the ones where he intervenes end worse than the ones where he does not."

Eris said nothing to that, which was, for Eris, basically an admission that she had no counter argument, then, she let out a small laugh, "This plan is either the smartest thing I have heard in decades," she said, "or the most catastrophically insane."

"Am I not the dumb brother anymore?" he added.

Eris looked at him for a long moment, her white eyes moving over his face, reassessing the Demon in front of her, "You are," she said finally, "either the dumbest Demon currently alive in Kratos, or the craziest one."

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Jophiel, on your thirteenth day of your second life in Kratos, arrived on a rather late morning, or at least what passed as a morning in this Hell hole.

You were standing in front of the mirror, head tilted slightly, as if trying to make sense of the person looking back at you. Your eyes moved over the clothes Woojin gave you, a loose white blouse with the sleeves rolled to your elbows, tucked into a dark brown leather corset and dark trousers. It seemed to be the fashion sense in Kratos, the Demons all wore clothes that are more made for movement than comfort.

You still weren’t entirely sure how you felt about it. The clothes fit well and the corset wasn't entirely uncomfortable. But they weren’t yours. You looked at your reflection for another moment, before finally looking away.

To Jophiel, this was progress. You looking at yourself in the mirror at all was progress. But he did not mention it out loud, Jophiel knew better than to draw attention to it. He knew if he called out your progress, you would only feel bad about moving on with your new life. 

Jophiel came into your room carrying two things.

One was a stack of books, which you already expected because he has been bringing human books to you, but the stack today was higher than usual, there were six books instead of the usual two, and your face brightens up just from seeing them and you couldn’t help the huge smile already forming on your face. 

The other thing he was carrying was a small container, with a blue and pink label, and was clearly earth-based because nothing in Kratos, at least from what you have seen so far, came in packaging like that.

You stood there in shock, "Is that… is that what I think it is?" you questioned.

"Baskin Robbins," Jophiel confirmed as he nodded, and he set the tub on the desk near your bed, he felt proud of himself for getting the human dessert.

You walked over to the desk, grabbed the tub of ice cream, turned it over in your hands and read the flavour label, Strawberry Cheesecake. 

"How did you get this?" you asked, your eyes gleaming with excitement.

"I stopped by earth before coming here," Jophiel said, sitting on the edge of the bed, "there is a Baskin Robbins near your place,” Jophiel smiled at you.

You looked up at him, clearing your throat, "You went to my neighbourhood?"

"I did," Jophiel said, "I also walked past the school, and the children are doing well, for what it's worth. And I saw your friends too, they seemed to be doing well."

For a moment, you said nothing. Your fingers tightened slightly around the ice cream tub, and you looked down at it instead of looking at Jophiel. The mention of your old neighbourhood felt warm and painful at the same time.

“Thank you!” you said, a little too brightly. The excitement was real, but so was the ache underneath it. For one brief second, you could see it all again, the streets, the school, the faces you used to know, and the life that continued without you.

"They gave me some spoons, I put it somewhere in my coat pocket," Jophiel said, trying to distract your mind that was about to spiral, as he reached into his coat and took out two plastic spoons with the Baskin Robbins logo on them.

You opened the container and took out one of the spoons, handing one to Jophiel just as the door to your room opened. You did not need to look to know who it was, you knew it was Woojin.

He comes every day around this time with your lunch tray, though he never steps inside. He only opens the door for a few inches, placing the tray near the door, and leaves without a word. It has become routine by now, predictable enough that you knew it was him.

"Woojin!" you called out.

"Yes?" Woojin's voice came through the gap of the door.

"Come in," you said.

Then the door pushed open, and Woojin appeared in the doorway. His eyes went first to Jophiel, then to you, and then, very slowly, to the opened container of ice cream between you and Jophiel.

"Sit down," you said, gesturing to the chair near the bed.

"What is that?" Woojin asks as he’s walking towards where you and Jophiel are. 

"Ice cream," you answered excitedly, “it’s a dessert from Earth and it’s strawberry cheesecake flavored."

"Ice? Is it cold food?" Woojin asked in confusion. 

"Yes, it is cold," you replied, “that’s the point."

You held out your spoon to Woojin, wanting him to try it first before you, "You're having some."

Woojin looked at the spoon and saw Jophiel, who was sitting next to you, visibly enjoying Woojin’s suffering, "I do not require food," Woojin stated.

"Mhmm.. I know," you said, “but you're having it anyway."

From beside you, Jophiel let out a small laugh and did a terrible job pretending it was a cough.

Woojin then sat directly across from you and Jophiel, he clearly did not agree to participate in whatever this was, but he was outpowered by social pressure, especially by the angel.

You pushed the container towards him and Woojin looked at it for a long moment before finally scooping up a small portion. He held the spoon in front of his face, observing the ice cream. Woojin’s expression was grim, but he put it in his mouth anyway.

"Well?" you asked.

Woojin was quiet for a moment, his tail, which has been still since he entered the room, began moving very slightly, "It is…." Woojin said carefully, "not unpleasant."

"High praise," Jophiel said, which earned himself a look from Woojin that would have made most Demons take several large steps backward, but Jophiel appeared entirely unbothered.

"It's very cold," Woojin said.

"Yes," you said, “have more."

And Woojin had more, and he was so serious about it that it made you want to laugh.

Jophiel and Woojin had a few more spoonfuls of ice cream, before handing it back to you to enjoy. Once you were done with it, you set the empty container on the side table and leaned back against the headboard of the enormous bed.

"Jophiel," you said.

"Yes," Jophiel replied.

"The books you brought me" you said, “did you pick them?"

"Of course I picked them," he said, feeling a little bit offended by your question, “do you think I would just grab anything?"

Woojin, who was standing up to excuse himself, was stopped by your question, "What do you read, Woojin?" you asked Woojin.

Woojin stood there as he answered, "War histories, accounts of how specific battles were decided and what the deciding factors were."

"Boring," you scrunched your face.

“Necessary,” Woojin stated. 

"You read about battles that already happened," you continued, "to prepare for battles that haven't happened yet or even might not happen at all."

"Yes," Woojin said, as if this was obvious.

"Doesn't it get repetitive?" you asked, "battles happen for the same reasons every time, don't they? Someone wants something someone else has."

"The reasons are often the same," Woojin replied, "the outcomes rarely are. The difference is always in the details. Every choice we make before the battle is important and to understand a war, you do not only study who won. You must also study who lost and what led them there, what they misjudged, and what they thought they could afford to lose."

"That," you said slowly, "is actually not a boring answer."

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Outside your door, in the corridor, Jungkook has been standing there for forty minutes. 

He did not plan to stand there for this long. He planned to just walk past your room, go to the training grounds, or to deal with matters Woojin had flagged to him that morning that still needed his attention after returning to the North Citadel. 

Jungkook planned to be productive and present in all the ways that a prince of the Jeon citadel was supposed to be doing. But instead he was standing in the corridor outside your room listening to you laugh and share an ice cream with his subordinate and an angel. 

Woojin was slacking off when there were more pressing matters to handle and Jungkook was going to address that later. And Jophiel has been getting too close to you lately, something Jungkook found rather distasteful. 

He pressed the back of his head against the stone wall and stared at the ceiling.

He heard your laugh again and something in Jungkook's jaw tightened so hard it was practically audible.

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Jophiel eventually came out when he sensed Jungkook’s emotions. He took one look at Jungkook and couldn’t help the amusement he felt when he saw his old friend.

"Don't," Jungkook said.

"I haven't said anything," Jophiel said.

"You were about to, your face is doing that thing again," Jungkook stated.

"My face is doing nothing," Jophiel said with a smile across his face, “my face is entirely neutral."

"Your face has never been neutral in your entire existence," Jungkook replied, “you were built without the ability to have a neutral face, it is one of your most consistent failures."

Jophiel thought about what Jungkook said, "That is…. possibly, true. Huh, I can’t argue with that one," he agreed.

They stood in the corridor outside of your room. Jophiel could sense the energy Jungkook was radiating into the space between them, but Jophiel was not particularly bothered by it, which was infuriating to Jungkook. 

Other creatures would have run in fear.

"Woojin is still in there," Jungkook said.

"Yes," Jophiel agreed, “she asked him to stay to talk about books about war. He seemed pleased about her curiosity."

Jungkook's jaw clenched.

Jophiel noticed Jungkook’s jealousy and tilted his head in amusement, "You asked me to come here and help her. I am helping her. The goal is for her to be less isolated and more able to function in her new life. I have been doing exactly that. You are standing in the corridor in what I can only describe as a state of personal suffering because she is laughing with someone who is not you.”

"Jophiel," Jungkook warned, "hands off. She is not something you get to.."

"She is my friend," Jophiel said, cutting Jungkook off before he could finish what he was about to say, “she is a being I have come to care about, and I will not stop visiting her or helping her understand what she is and what she can become, that is not going to change."

Jungkook looked at him with anger.

"And you," Jophiel continued, pointing his finger at the demon prince, "instead of standing in this corridor doing whatever you're currently doing. You should consider whether there is a more useful way to spend your energy."

"I don't need your guidance on what I should do," Jungkook said, defending himself.

"You haven't approached her," Jophiel said, "in the two weeks since you told her what happened," Jophiel continued, and he raised his hand to start counting all Jungkook’s faults on his fingers, which Jungkook found deeply and personally offensive.

"One,” Jophiel said as he raised his index finger, “you have not once attempted to sit beside her without needing a reason.”

“Two,” Jophiel said with now two of his fingers in the air, “you have not apologised in a way that gave her space to respond to you.”

“Three-”

“If you raise another finger, I will cut it off,” Jungkook said, interrupting Jophiel.

Jophiel lowered his hand and continued with what he was about to say, “Okay, three, you have not tried to understand what ____ actually needs.”

“Four, you have not once gotten down on your knees and beg for forgiveness, which, I will tell you honestly, would go a longer way than you believe."

Jungkook opened his mouth but nothing came out.

"And five you have also," Jophiel sighed before continuing, "been under the impression, for reasons I cannot fully understand, that what _____ wants most right now is for Seokjin to be dead. And while she does want that, it is not the most important thing. It is not even close to the most important thing to her. And you thinking finding your brother and killing him is part of taking care of her is one of the most significant misreadings of humans I have witnessed in several hundreds years, especially one coming from a Demon who spent hundreds of years with humans."

"Shut your mouth," Jungkook growled.

"Am I wrong?" Jophiel asked.

Jungkook said nothing to that.

"She matters to you," Jophiel said quietly, “I know that. But you cannot stand outside a door for two weeks and expect that to be enough. She is not going to come to you. You are going to have to go to her."

Jungkook still did not say anything to Jophiel and just stared at the door.

"Start with ‘please’," Jophiel added, “and ‘sorry’, humans love good manners."

Then Jophiel walked away down the corridor and left Jungkook standing there.

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At night when he was back in his chambers, all Jungkook could think of was you.

This was absurd.

Jungkook was aware that it was absurd that he was just standing outside of your door. He knew what was on the other side of the door. You were in there, probably reading one of the books Jophiel brought, or sitting near the window looking at the red sky. 

It was absurd that after all the things Jungkook has done in his life, the one thing that he was now unable to do was knock on a door.

This was, objectively, one of the most embarrassing things that has ever happened to him and no creature would ever know about it because he would sooner tear down the entire citadel than admit it out loud. 

Jungkook clicked his tongue at himself, frustrated at the absurdity of his own behaviour.

It is a very peculiar behaviour indeed. 

He has been standing outside your door, on and off, for two weeks. He has stood there long enough to learn the pattern of your footsteps across the room, long enough to know which side of the bed you slept.

Jophiel said to start with please and sorry but Jungkook spent two weeks not doing that and even now, after knowing he should be doing that, he is still not doing it.

Jungkook didn’t understand what he was so unsure of.

Jungkook just didn’t know if he would say the wrong thing, which he has already proven himself capable of, and make it worse. He also didn’t know what to do if you told him to leave.

Jungkook was afraid of losing something he did not even have.

He put his hand over his eyes, this was genuinely the most undignified he has ever felt.

He has mastered the seven traits, survived centuries of containment in a room, watched armies fall, and he did all of it without once losing composure. Yet Jungkook just somehow could not knock on a door.

All because on the other side of the door was you.

Fuck this, Jungkook thought to himself.

Jungkook is going to knock on the door, and he is going to say please and sorry, and he is going to sit there and listen to you. 

Because Jophiel was right, which is something Jungkook will not ever tell him. 

But Jophiel was right, you needed Jungkook to show up.

He pushed himself off the bed, and started walking towards your room.

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It was what passed for night in Kratos, which meant the red sky turned a little darker than it’s state in the “morning”. 

You were reading, Jophiel left hours ago and Woojin had to eventually excuse himself, especially after Jophiel told him that Jungkook is rather pissed at the both of them.

The novel in your hands was from earth. You didn’t know why Jophiel picked this one titled, “Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus” but you agreed with the content you’ve read so far. Although the book wasn’t about fantasy, you couldn’t help but wonder how surprised all fantasy genre lovers would be when they realise that everything they’ve read and written are all real. 

Then you heard a knock on your door.

You already knew who it was. You could sense him through the door, but you just kept on reading, because Jungkook doesn’t usually come in and visit you. He probably knocked by mistake. 

Then the knock came again, but you also heard Jungkook, in a voice so gentle, "May I please come in?"

You stopped reading. 

You couldn’t just ignore his please. So you sighed, closed the book in your hands, and set it on the bed beside you, "Okay," you finally said.

The door opened, and Jungkook entered. He crossed to the couch across from the bed and sat down on it, and then he was quiet, looking at you sitting straight on your bed looking back at him.

You waited for him to say something, anything.

But Jungkook was not saying anything, he was quiet for long enough that you sighed and finally said, "If you don't have anything to say, just leave."

"Don't," Jungkook said quietly, "don't ask me to leave."

He looked down at his thighs, putting his hand over his forehead, covering his eyes so you couldn't see the expression he was making, "Please don't ask me to leave," Jungkook said.

You were taken aback, you didn’t know what was happening or what was about to happen. You didn’t know exactly what to do or say, so you stayed quiet. 

"I came because I missed you," Jungkook continued.

You sat up straighter and stared at him across the room, at the way he was sitting with his hand still covering his eyes, like looking at you while saying it was more than he could manage, "I had to see you," Jungkook continued, "I missed you.”

“Just.. just don’t ask me to leave,” Jungkook said, almost stuttering.

You did not know what to say, not at all.

Because if Jungkook came in angrily, if he came in with the same composure he put up in the courtyard when you yelled at him, or if he came in with the same cold logic he uses for everything, you could have matched his energy. 

But this.. he looked so.. sad.

Jophiel said something to you in passing, the day before, “He's trying to figure himself out.”

You stood up from the bed, crossed the room slowly, and when you reached him you stopped, standing directly in front of where Jungkook  was sitting with his hand still over his forehead, still covering his eyes as if he was too afraid to look at you. He didn't move an inch when you stood up, he didn’t even look up at you when you stood in front of him.

And then you started crying.

"I've been so alone," you started, "I've been so lonely since I got here. I didn't know anyone, I didn't understand anything about what happened to me or what I am or how any of this works. And the only Demon I knew here, the only Demon I even had any frame of reference for, wasn't trying to help me through it."

Jungkook went completely still, but he finally looked up at you who was standing in front of him.

"I was angry at you," you continued, through the tears, "I am angry at you. But I also wanted you here. I wanted you to come in and say something, anything, even something that is completely wrong, even something that will make me furious, because being furious at you is better than having nobody. But you just stood outside the door."

“You had Jophiel,” he said, letting his guard down, “I thought he would be better at helping you instead of me.”

“I didn’t know Jophiel then,” you snapped, “I know him now. I trust him now. But I didn’t then, not like I knew you.”

You laughed through tears, “and you know what’s the worst part? That somehow, after everything, I still looked for you. I still listened to your footsteps like some pathetic thing hoping the Demon who hurt me would be the one to comfort me.”

“You are not pathetic,” Jungkook said.

“Well, I asked Jophiel to kill me,” you confessed, your voice breaking at your own confession.

The room went dead silent, Jungkook just stared at you and whatever was left of his composure disappeared, “What?” he asked in disbelief.

You pressed your hands against your eyes, "I asked Jophiel to kill me," you said, “that's how bad it got for me, that's how alone I felt… I felt so alone that I asked an Angel, whom I know will never do such a thing, to end my existence because the idea of spending whatever this is without anyone on my side felt worse than not existing."

Jungkook stood up and in one movement, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against his chest. 

You hated that his arms felt familiar.

You hated that some traitorous part of your body knew him as a safe place even though your mind knew him as the reason you needed safety in the first place.

"I'm sorry," Jungkook said. 

He said it against the top of your head and then again, "I'm sorry.” 

“I'm sorry," he repeated again as he held you and let you cry against his chest.

And Jungkook just kept saying it. 

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

And eventually, you stopped shaking.

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Jungkook's grip loosened slightly, just enough that he could pull back and look at you, and you looked up at him. 

Jungkook looked down at you before finally opening up, "It is entirely my fault," he said, "you would not be here, you would not be any of this, if it were not for me."

"You might think that something like me would be brave enough to come to you and say that sooner," Jungkook continued, “but the past two weeks, I had nothing to say. I felt there was no excuse I could offer you. If I faced you, I wouldn't have known what words to use. So I chose to stand outside your door instead, thinking that being present would be the best thing I could do. Foolishly believing that with enough time it would settle on its own."

Jungkook clenched his jaw, "Isn't that dumb?"

You didn't say anything, letting him finish what he came here to say.

"I completely forgot that you react differently to everything," Jungkook continued, "I forgot to weigh in your feelings, what you would need, what would actually help. Until Jophiel made me understand that what I have been doing was wrong. I didn't just fail to help you. I drove you further into it in that courtyard, and then I left you wounded."

"I know it was all my fault. I'm sorry, I didn't know how to face you,” Jungkook did not know if he wanted to say what he was about to say next, but he realised the only creature he would ever want to know about him was.. you. 

And Jungkook thought to himself that there was no better time to say it, "I was afraid. If I admitted all of this to you, that I’m just unable to understand you, I thought I would lose you. I understand now, that it is a very pathetic reason to leave someone alone for two weeks."

You thought it was not possible for a Demon to look.. to feel like this. But Jophiel did tell you that full mastery of the seven traits gave a Demon something that looked like awareness, the ability to feel everything, understand what they were feeling, and decide what to do with it.

Jungkook looked down at you, opened his mouth, then closed it again. He looked away from your face, and his eyes were staring at the stone wall behind you. It was as if he needed somewhere else to put his eyes while he gathered whatever he was about to say.

Jungkook has stood in front of armies and walked into rooms knowing every creature in it wanted him dead. Jungkook has never once, in thousands of years of existence, needed to look away from something because it was too much to face directly.

He looked back at you.

You still didn't know what to say, but something you never imagined would happen, happened. 

Slowly, like each inch cost him something he couldn't name, Jungkook lowered himself to his knees.

"I am still a Demon," he said, from the floor, looking up at you, "I will not change overnight and suddenly understand how humans work. I have spent hundreds of years with humans and I have still not understood even close to everything about how your kind works. I understand only forty percent, at best."

"But I will try," Jungkook said, "I will be here now, if you would like me to be, and I'm sorry."

"I'm still angry," you replied, looking away from his gaze.

"I know," Jungkook nodded.

"I'm going to be angry for a while," you stated.

"That's fair," he said.

“I might want you here and hate you for being here at the same time,” you said again, making sure he understands that your progress won’t be linear. 

“I can bear that,” Jungkook replied.

"And I'd rather have a company I know," you said finally, "than none."

Jungkook nodded once, he didn't say anything more and you didn't need him to.

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You woke up with puffy eyes and a swollen face, you were exhausted from last night.

A lot happened mentally, and there were too many feelings involved. But, after what happened last night, you felt so much better.

Hearing Jungkook finally apologising and actually hearing you out and letting you hear himself out, felt like a huge weight has been lifted off your shoulders. 

It was almost cruel yet hilarious, how the person you needed most was also one of the people tangled in the reason you were here in the first place. But Jungkook was not entirely to blame, you knew that much.

But maybe, for some weird reason, you needed someone close enough to aim your anger at. And with Seokjin gone, Jungkook became the nearest person you could blame for all of this.

You washed your face twice, which helped slightly with the puffy eyes, and then stood in the middle of the room trying to decide what to do with the day. 

On earth, your days were always on some kind of a schedule. During weekdays, you woke up, you had to commute to work, and then you showed up for your students. And on weekends, you either go out to meet your friends or spend the day with your thoughts and hobbies at home. 

Here, in Kratos, everything is new. 

You didn’t know what there is to do or how the rules and laws are here. But what happened last night finally made you wonder if you could give this place a chance. So last night, before Jungkook left your room, you told him you would take a walk around the citadel in the morning.

Jungkook knocked sometime around morning time, which was really still hard to grasp since the sky never truly changed, on some days the red darkened by a little nearing the evenings, but other days the red colour of the sky just stayed the same. But the citadel operated on some kind of routines that you had begun to absorb without meaning to.

"I can walk with you, if you still want to see more of the citadel,” Jungkook offered.

You thought about it for a moment, "No," you replied, "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" Jungkook questioned.

"Yes," you said.

You didn't want to be seen walking around in the citadel that already despised you with the prince at your side like you are some weak being that will always need his protection. 

You saw him nod as he turned around to the door without arguing, which you appreciated more than you expected to.

“Enjoy your walk,” Jungkook said before closing the door behind him.

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The citadel was enormous in a way that kept surprising you even after two weeks of living within its walls. You have seen the citadel from the window but walking through it was different. The corridors were carved from the same dark stone as everything else, with its glowing red veins and the ceilings arched high.

You passed some Demon soldiers in the lower halls who looked at you and then looked away. You realised there were different responses that Demons give when they see you. Some of them observed you with their dark eyes, some of them talked about you openly, but none of them approached you.

You found your way outside through a set of doors that opened up onto a wide terrace. From there, you follow a path along the citadel’s outer wall, descending gradually until you reach an open ground overlooking the valley below you.

There was a stone bench near the edge of the overlook, so you sat down on it and looked out.

Below the citadel, you could finally see North Kratos in a way you have never been able to see from within its walls. The land was unfamiliar, dark rock formed with their edges lit by the same glow throughout the citadel.

There were towns below and smaller citadels. Between them, you could see figures, Demons, moving and going about whatever Demons do on an ordinary day.

It was bleak.

The sky above North Kratos is the same red colour ever since you arrived here, casting the land in a dull light that made the dark architecture seem even more unwelcoming to a human’s eyes. Even the ground around you felt wrong. The grass beneath your feet was black as if this place has drained the world of colour and left only shadow behind.

But, you thought it wasn’t that bad.

It wasn't earth. It wasn't the view from your studio window where you used to watch people walking their dogs and arguing on their phones. But it was something, it was a place with lives happening in it.

You sat there for a while with your hands in your lap, just looking at the valley.

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"You must be the former human!"

You turned around so fast you nearly slid off the stone bench.

The Demon woman standing a few feet behind you was, objectively, beautiful in the way that most demons in Kratos seemed to be, which you were still adjusting yourself to. 

She was tall, with long dark hair and tanned skin. Her horns were smaller than Jungkook's and from yours too, curving neatly back from her temples. She was smiling at you, widely at that, like running into you was the best thing that has happened to her all day.

Your first instinct was suspicion.

In two weeks of existing in this citadel, not a single Demon smiled at you like that. Well, you weren’t out most of these past 2 weeks, but that one time you were outside at the courtyard, most of them looked at you with disgust. 

You passed one or two who seemed to be neutral, like Woojin, who was not exactly warm but has stopped referring to you as ‘it’. But a Demon being openly pleased to see you? That was new, and new things in a place that has been consistently hostile to you is just suspicious. 

"Yes," you answered, "that's me."

"I'm Ymir," she said as she sat onto the other end of the stone bench, "I've been wanting to meet you."

"Why?" you asked, you couldn’t help the expression of confusion across your face.

Ymir tilted her head slightly, as if what she was about to say was an obvious answer, "Because you were brave and you yelled at senior soldiers in the courtyard on your first day here and apparently told the prince he was a cunt."

You opened your mouth to say something, but realised you didn’t even know what to say to that. 

"Everyone knows about it," Ymir continued, "news travels fast in the North, especially news about the former human Demon who walked into the courtyard and started screaming at senior soldiers."

"I wasn't screaming," you said, "I was just defending myself."

Ymir laughed, and you felt something in your shoulders ease slightly against your better judgment.

"Where are you from?" you asked curiously.

"The North, born and raised," she said, "though I come from the lower district and my family has served the Jeon for three generations."

"So you're loyal to the Jeon citadel," you said.

"I'm loyal to the North," Ymir corrected you, and the distinction seemed to matter to her that she was pointing it out.

"I see," you said, it was obvious you were taken aback by her response. Ymir claiming she was loyal to the North and not the Jeon reminded you that whoever is strong enough could just take the throne away from Jungkook's family. You couldn't help but wonder if Woojin felt this way too.

"You know, I have always been curious about humans," Ymir said, continuing the conversation, and she looked genuinely interested in the topic, "the below is not somewhere I have ever visited but I know of it, but earth.. the earth is somewhere I have always wanted to see."

"It's beautiful," you answered, "the colours are more vibrant there. The sky is blue on most days, but sometimes grey when it is about to rain, and even pink or orange at times. There are trees that change colour every season and oceans so large it makes you feel so small.”

You looked out at the valley below you again, before continuing, “And earth just feels.. alive. There would be cars passing by, people talking and laughing on the street. There’s just always something happening. Someone is late to work, someone is falling in love, someone is crying on a train after losing an important person in their life, and someone is complaining about the weather even when the weather is beautiful.”

You smiled faintly, you didn’t mean to talk this much, but Ymir showed genuine curiosity of your home, one you have been missing dearly.

Ymir watched your face as you explained life on earth to her, "What was your life like?" she asked.

It was a question no one in the citadel has asked you. Jophiel listened when you brought things up, but he’s always so cautious with you. Jungkook has never asked, probably because he was a part of it for a while. And Woojin would rather die than engage with something that personal.

"I was a teacher," you replied, "I taught kids how to read and write and how to be a decent human.”

Ymir looked delighted when she found out you were a teacher, and clasped her hands together, "You taught children!”

"Yes" you smiled at her reaction, you have soft spots for people who adore children like you do.

"What were they like?" Ymir asked.

"Very loud," you answered, "but they are honest in a way that most adults are afraid to be. They would tell you if they didn't like what you were wearing. They will believe anything you tell them, they will trust you completely, and their trust was…" you stopped, "it was the best thing I have ever been responsible for."

After a few seconds of silence, Ymir looked into your eyes with a gaze so genuine and said, "I'm sorry…. that you lost it."

You nodded, looking at Ymir who has been kind to you, and couldn’t help but ask her, "Why are you being kind to me? Because in my two weeks here, not one Demon in this citadel has voluntarily sat down next to me and asked me about my life."

"Truthfully, because I was curious," Ymir answered, "and because the way everyone in the citadel has been treating you bothers me. You didn't choose to come here, you didn't choose any of this. And the idea that you should be punished for not being born in the North when you didn't even choose to become a Demon in the first place seems wrong to me."

"Even though I'm not pure blood," you said.

"Yes," Ymir confirmed, "and I will tell you something else, being pure blood is not a measurement all Demons care about."

You looked at Ymir, trying to analyse her again. Ymir is still a demon in a place you do not entirely trust. The suspicion you have of her has not left you, but by the way she was acting towards you, you were beginning to think she might not be so cruel. She asked you about your life on earth, your students, and she even said sorry for something she wasn’t responsible for.

"What is North Kratos actually like?" you asked, "not the citadel, down there," you nodded towards the valley, "what happens in the towns?"

Ymir's face lit up again, "That is a much better question than most visitors ask," she said, "most of them only want to know about the citadel and the soldiers. The towns are where everything actually happens. The trades, disputes, and gossip. You can learn more about how the North actually runs from spending a day in the lower districts than from a month in the citadel halls."

"Have you spent time there?" you asked.

"I grew up there," she said, "I know every district. I know which ones have the best food, which ones to avoid after dark, and which ones will pretend you don't exist if you ask for help."

You looked at her for some time before looking back out at the valley.

"Would you want to?" Ymir asked, "see it, I mean. I could take you tomorrow, if you wanted. I could show you around the lower districts."

Every reasonable part of you said to be careful. 

You have only been in Kratos for two weeks, you didn't know this Demon, you didn't know her loyalties or her reasons, and you were already carrying enough things on your shoulders and you shouldn’t add another thing you couldn't trust fully.

But you were also so so tired of your room. 

You were tired of the same walls, looking at the same too-high of a ceiling, and the same red sky through the same window. You were tired of existing in a space that you have been put into rather than one you have chosen by yourself.

So against your better judgement, you agreed, "Okay," you said to Ymir.

Ymir smiled, "Good," she replied as she stood up to leave, "I'll find you in the morning."

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Jungkook came to your room that night the same way he did the night before, with a single knock. 

You were already in bed, not sleeping, just laying there with one of the books Jophiel brought you laid open on your chest and your eyes fixed on the ceiling. You have been thinking about the valley, about Ymir, and how the towns below the citadel looked like.

"Come in," you said.

He entered and made his way to the couch across from your bed, "How was it?" he asked as he sat down on the couch, "your first day out."

You thought about it for a few seconds, "It was.. strange," you said, "but good strange. The valley is beautiful, I didn't expect that from Kratos."

"The North has always been considered the harshest, yet most beautiful territory,” Jungkook said proudly.

"I’ve never seen the other territories, but I can’t lie that the North is beautiful," you agreed.

You went silent for a few seconds, debating if you should tell him about Ymir. But then you felt like it was something worth mentioning, "I met someone today. A demon woman, she came when she saw me sitting alone, sat next to me, and talked to me as well."

Jungkook looked at you, "Who?"

"She said her name was Ymir," you said, "she asked about my life on earth and about my students too."

Something shifted in Jungkook's expression, he seemed suspicious of your new friend, "Ymir," he repeated.

"Do you know her?" you asked.

"She's in one of the lower battalions," he replied, "a weak one."

You rolled your eyes at him, "Jungkook, I don't care what battalion she's in."

"I'm just telling you what I know of her," he said.

"She was the first demon in this entire citadel to sit down next to me and kind enough to ask me something about my life," you defended, "the first one who wasn't you, Jophiel, or Woojin. So I genuinely don't care what battalion she's in."

Jungkook's jaw tightened slightly at the mention of his two friends, "Speaking of which," he said, "Woojin has been kind to you."

"Woojin brings me food every day, which you ordered him to do, and he occasionally tolerates my presence," you said, "that's not the same thing as being kind."

"And me? I’m not kind to you?" Jungkook asked, "I don't count?"

You looked at him across the room, "You're different."

"How?"

You didn't answer him, mostly because the answer was complicated in ways you weren't ready to say out loud, "She asked if she could show me around the lower districts tomorrow," you said instead, "I said yes."

Jungkook went very still, "Don't," he said.

You raised your eyebrows, "Don't what?"

"Don't go," Jungkook said, "not with her."

"Why not?" you asked.

"Because I don't know her well enough," he said, "and you don't know her at all."

"I knew you for longer before I trusted you," you said, "and look how that turned out."

Jungkook sighed before answering, "That's fair, but I'm asking you to trust me on this one."

"You're not asking me," you said, "you're telling me what to do."

"I'm asking you," he said again in a deeper voice, which meant Jungkook was dead serious, "just don't go tomorrow. Give it more time."

"She was kind to me," you said, sitting up straighter on your bed, "she was the first demon here who treated me like a normal being and I'm not going to refuse that because you have a ‘feeling’"

"It's not a feeling," Jungkook said, "it is an instinct, and my instinct in the North has kept me alive for longer than you believe."

You threw the blanket off your legs, stood up from the bed, and walked towards Jungkook, and following your actions, Jungkook stood up from the sofa as well.

You stopped close enough that you had to tilt your head slightly to look up at him and held his gaze without flinching.

"You never fucking listen to me," your voice cracked as you jabbed a finger toward his chest, stepping even closer to him, "you think you can just control everything I do, everything I am."

"Maybe if you just stop this for five seconds so I could get a word in," Jungkook said, defending himself.

Your finger pressed harder against his chest, and said angrily, “No Jungkook, you should listen to me. I have done enough listening!” 

Jungkook caught your wrist, his fingers wrapped around it and the sudden contact silenced you from talking even more. For a second, the both of you just stared at each other.

“Get your hand off me,” you snarled, trying to yank your hand free, but Jungkook’s grip only tightened.

"No,” his voice was even lower, it was almost a growl. Jungkook pulled you forward, closing the last inch between the two of you until your chest is now finally brushing his, “You want to fight? Fine, let’s fight."

"Let go of me," you repeated, but your voice lost its edge, because his face was too close and the cold radiating off his skin was doing something to your thoughts that made you resent yourself deeply.

"Make me," Jungkook said, almost a whisper.

You opened your mouth to say something, but before you could, his other hand came up to your jaw, tilting your face up, and whatever you were about to say disappeared from your train of thoughts entirely.

His eyes were on yours, "You want to be so angry at me," he continued quietly, "go ahead."

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Then Jungkook kissed you.

It wasn't gentle. His lips were demanding from the first second it touched yours, his grip on your wrist pulling you closer against him until there was no space left between your bodies.

And you kissed him back. You hated that you kissed him back immediately, without hesitation, without even a full second of resistance. Your free hand found the front of his shirt and grabbed it to pull him closer.

You bit his lower lip, which had Jungkook let out a groan. The kiss deepened and your legs hit the edge of the bed without either of you noticing you had moved from standing near the couch to now at the edge of your bed.

“You’re such an asshole,” you panted against his mouth.

He looked at you with a smirk across his face, “This is what you wanted right? You wanted me to shut you up.”

"You're so infuriating, I wanted you to listen," you said against his mouth before pulling him closer for another desperate kiss. Jungkook shoved you onto the bed and before you could straighten yourself on it, he put his weight on you, pinning you down. 

You could feel his hard cock through his trousers, making your pussy clench. You could feel the wetness in your underwear despite the anger you felt towards him. And the way Jungkook was staring down at you, the way he was breathing with his chest rising and falling rapidly, it sent you wild and crazy. 

You needed him. 

With one hand, Jungkook grabbed at the collar of your shirt with force, causing the buttons to pop-out and your breasts exposed to the cold air, almost ripping your blouse in the process.

He bit down on your breast, sucking hard, using his teeth to play with your nipple until you arched your back in pleasure, and a cry escaped your mouth. 

“You're enjoying this,” he whispered, as his lips brushed against your chest, “you love being treated like this.”

“Shut up,” you hissed at him, but your hands were already in his hair, pulling him closer, pushing his face harder into your breast. 

He bit your nipple enough to let another loud moan out of you, and enough to have you start moving your hips against his.

Jungkook pulled himself back to yank his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Then his hands were on the waistband of your trousers as you lifted your hips to help him drag them down along with your panties. 

"Look at you," Jungkook said with a deeper voice, staring at your legs spread wide in front of him, "so fucking wet. You have been waiting for my cock haven’t you?"

You couldn’t help and spread your legs wider as he said it, it was an invitation you couldn’t deny, "Don't flatter yourself," you said. 

Jungkook smirked again and you wanted to slap it off his face, but then you saw him unbuckling his belt, and not long after, his big cock sprang free and you noticed its head already slick with pre-cum. 

Jungkook stroked himself three times, with his eyes locked on yours, and you felt your pussy clench at the beautiful sight in front of you. Seeing Jungkook touching himself in front of you was a scene you never knew could be this hot.

Jungkook leaned over you, one hand bracing on the bed beside your head, the other guiding his cock to the entrance of your pussy. Jungkook didn't ask or warn you, he just thrusted his full length into your wet pussy in one single thrust. You let out a loud moan, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he filled you inch by inch. 

You clenched around his cock, drawing a groan from Jungkook, “Fuck,” Jungkook moaned out, pressing his forehead against yours and his eyes looking into yours.

"You’re so fucking tight, like you were made for my fucking cock,” he moaned against your ear, making you cry out in pleasure.

“Fuck me," you demanded, "stop talking and fuck me with your big cock."

Jungkook let out a deep laugh as he pulled out almost all the way before slamming his cock back into your pussy. The impact shocked you, and the bed was now creaking loudly beneath the two of you. He was fucking you with a pace so fast and hard that each thrust drove you up the mattress. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper into you. 

Jungkook lowered his mouth to your neck, biting and sucking, leaving hickeys all over it. While your nails were leaving marks on his back. He then fondled your breasts with one hand, before lowering his head to suck on your nipples, and leaving even more hickeys around your chest now.

"Harder, please, Jungkook," you panted. 

Jungkook cut you off by slamming his mouth onto yours, his tongue thrusting in time with his cock. You sucked on his tongue, lightly bit it, and tasted his blood, which you found must be a turn on for Jungkook as he thrusted into you even harder than before, and each thrust drove you towards pleasure you never imagined.

His massive cock filled you so completely, every inch of him hitting your sensitive spots, which sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout your whole body. Your breasts were bouncing freely in front of Jungkook and the sight of you under him was one Jungkook wished to see for the rest of his life. 

You felt your orgasm building up, "Don't stop," you begged, “don't you dare stop, Jungkook," you moaned out his name.

"Come for me," he growled, hearing his name out of your mouth, “come on my cock, now."

You tried to hold back, but your body betrayed you. It was all too much and you couldn’t hold your cum any longer. You cried out as your pussy clenched his cock and you whimpered his name into his ear as you come all over his cock. 

But just like your first time with him, Jungkook was far from done. 

The sheets were now all tangled up beneath you, damp with sweat of hours Jungkook spent fucking you until you've orgasmed four times. You were utterly wrecked by how good he fucked you that your pussy was still twitching after.

Jungkook didn’t give you a moment to recover, the sight of you snapped his control again. The heat radiating off your skin was just so intoxicating. Jungkook gripped your breasts as he moved his body closer to your face, squeezing your breasts softly, before pushing them together and sliding his hard cock between your breasts.

He thrusted forward, groaning as his cock pushed up between your breasts. Jungkook fucked your tits as you looked up at him with your tongue hanging out of your mouth, begging to lick the tip of his cock. 

How needy you looked for his cock was what drove Jungkook to his orgasm. Jungkook removed his hard cock from between your tits, and said, “Open your mouth.”

He shoved his cock into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat in one ruthless thrust. You couldn’t help but gagged as he gripped your head with both of his hands and fucked your mouth the way he fucked your pussy. 

Jungkook buried his cock deep inside your mouth as he shot his cum down your throat, forcing you to swallow each and every single one of it.

♡━━━ End of NSFW ━━━♡

You laid there, breathlessly, but you remembered something. You and Jungkook were fighting until the both of you decided to fuck each others brains out. 

"I'm still going tomorrow," you said, slightly breathless.

Jungkook let out a quiet sigh, "I know," he said before continuing, “I’ll have someone follow you. Just listen to me for once. I just want you to be careful. That is all I want, because if something happened to you I would not recover from it."

"Fine," you said, finally backing down.

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Jungkook got dressed quietly and slipped out of your room while you were asleep. He stood in the corridor for a moment longer than necessary before finally walking away.

Woojin was waiting at the bottom of the staircase, "The King is asking for you," Woojin said.

Jungkook just nodded at him before walking towards the King’s study.

The King's study sat at one of the highest points of the North tower, he was seated behind the wide stone desk when Jungkook entered, not looking up from the documents in his hands. 

Jungkook stood across from him and waited for The King to address him.

After a few minutes, the King looked up and a small smirk formed across his face, "I see you had fun with the former human?" The King asked.

Jungkook said nothing to it.

But The King looked at his son before looking back down at the documents in his hands, "Don't worry," the King said, "I won't meddle into your private life."

The King then turned a page of the document in front of him, "What training have you been giving the soldiers?" The King asked.

"Extended drills across all battalions," Jungkook answered, "combat formations, endurance rotations, and I have been running the senior units through close-range fights twice daily."

The King nodded slowly, "And their condition?"

"Better than when I left," Jungkook replied.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ Chapter Index:

01. fundraising event! (w)

02. wrong number!

03. pervert freak of a man! (w)

04. my wingman!

05. jungkook’s little crush! (w)

06. oomf almost died!

07. she’s the girl! (w)

08. my home-wrecker era!

09. side quest: to yearn! (w)

10. funny story!

11. broken fantasy! (w)

12. let’s sleep together!

13. boy in love! (w)

14. my girl my girl! (w)

15. happy wife happy life!

00. epilogue (w)

w = written.

THE “SORRY, WRONG NUMBER !” CAST:

SWAG ACTIVATED — (group chat)

twitter priv profiles: you, jimin, jin, hobi.

THE HOES SQUAD — (group chat)

twitter priv profiles: jungkook, taehyung, yoongi, namjoon.

i know this is not my usual type of writing but idk i was feeling silly and i always wanted to try smau. this is for giggles and shit! — gift credits in the watermark??

landlord! Yoongi's head spins as all the blood rushes south - every little noise you make has him holding onto your thighs tighter, his cock straining in his pants as he pulls your pretty panties off to get a look at your drooling cunt up close

landlord! Yoongi murmurs praises about how pretty you are, how wet you are for him, and when he finally parts your puffy folds to get his first proper taste, he groans, lovesick and hungry.

landlord! Yoongi eats your pussy like you’re water and he’s a man who hasn’t had a drink in years. His moans are low and muffled between your thick thighs, and his tongue lavishes your puffy folds until you’re dripping with slick and his spit.

His fingers dig into your soft skin, and his eyes flicker up to see the way your stomach flutters and your breasts heave as he works you up for your first orgasm of the night.

landlord! Yoongi makes you cum twice before even giving you his cock. The first time is on his face, coating his tongue, his nose, his chin with your sweet slick as you tremble underneath him. The next is on his fingers while he sucks on your clit like candy; he can't get enough of you.

He’s quick to realize he prefers you crying his name with glossy eyes and a quivering cunt, weeping for him to give you more. And that's exactly what he does.

landlord! Yoongi takes you to your bed just like last time. He’s got his hips between your twitching thighs, and his hands on either side of your head, clutching the bedsheets underneath you. He makes you look at him as he bottoms out, unprotected, and his lips curve up into a satisfied smirk because this is what he wants. He wants you.

You are holding onto him desperately as he carves a path deep inside your velvety walls. His thick mushroom tip is stirring your insides deliciously as your eyes roll back, and when he’s done with you, tears streak your chubby cheeks as his cum slowly drips down your thighs.

landlord! Yoongi keeps this up for a whole month before you’ve had enough. The next time he shows up at your doorstep, your body blocks his entrance into your apartment, and you’re refusing to meet his dark eyes. “I don’t think we should be doing this.”

Yoongi’s heart stutters and his jaw clenches as he resists the urge to force his way inside and show you that you really don’t mean that. “What do you mean?”

“I-“ your cheeks are flushed, and your brain is fighting itself. You're stupidly catching feelings, and you don't know if you should be. “This arrangement.. I got offered another job, I can start Monday, and it’ll help cover the fees- I don’t- You don’t have to do this anymore.”

landlord! Yoongi isn’t a good guy. He doesn’t know how to just say he wants you, so he resorts to holding the videos, yes, videos, over you.

He proposes a better option, in his opinion.

You don’t need to accept the second job; instead, he’ll take care of you. You can work, do what makes you happy, but you’re his, you’re not leaving him.

And if you hesitate, he is more than willing to remind you just how good he can make you feel.

It’s a little warped, but it’s the best he can offer you right now. And when you let the door open a little wider, allowing him inside again, you know that you cannot deny it any longer; you want this just as much as he does.

Add on from this

대박 - you made it to the end.

Tell me about it.

The dining room was close to empty. Outside of the kitchen staff and the two other waiters, you were the only person here. Leaning against a table, you had just finished cleaning. Only 2 booths were filled. Lunch time was roughly over as it was approaching 1pm. The bell to your restaurant rang and two masked men walked inside. Black masks and dark caps, with hoodies and black sweats adorning the two figures. 

Your coworker, Sarah approached the men with an awkward smile. “Welcome in, table for 2?” she questioned as she pulled out two menus from the hostess stand. The men nodded their heads and followed her to their table calmly.  

“All yours,” she whispered to you as she passed by, tapping your shoulder quickly. Your head jolted and faced the table in the corner by the window. You eyed the men eerily, trying to make out some type of image of what they may look like. You approached the table with a smile, pulling out your notepad and pen. “Hey guys, welcome in. I’m y/n, I'm gonna be serving you today,” you beamed with your best customer service voice. 

The man to the right, with big doe eyes locked onto your figure. Sizing you up and down slowly, before tapping the table and whispering in Korean to get the attention of the other man. Blonde peeking through his cap, his eyes making their way to yours meeting your sweet gaze. Then, realization hit you. That was Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook of BTS. The group you’ve been stanning for years. The group you’ve been pulling overtime shifts at this dead restaurant to afford tickets to their concert this weekend. The group with only the hottest men you’ve ever seen in your life, and 2 of them were right in front of your face. 

You smiled. Hard. Your face grew hot, and there was a lump in your throat. You attempted to keep cool. They were here to eat, probably just landed from their flight. Only 3 days until their concert and today must’vebeen their only day off before preparation. 

“Ahem, we’re going to have two waters and two beers,” Jungkook spoke, his deep voice hitting your ears like a soft melodic tune. His voice was deeper than you thought. Once it registered that he was speaking to you, you quickly jotted down the request. 

“T-two beers, and water, uhm okay,” you stammered. Nice way to keep your cool. Right... 

A chuckle erupts from Jimin. Another quit statement in Korean is exchanged between the two men. “She must be army,” he mentions to Jungkook, receiving a quick nod. You didn’t know what they said. Not that it was your business, but it did make you nervous. You nodded your head before turning your heel and walking to the kitchen. 

Your mind was racing and your heart was beating out of its chest. Jungkook and Jimin were in your city. In your restaurant. And you were their waitress. Literally, what did you do to deserve this luck? You knew you wanted to make an impression. A subtle one. Just making sure they had a nice warm meal, received amazing service, and of course asking for a quick autograph. 

You walked back to their table with a tray filled with their beverages, setting them in down with a kind smile. “Here are your beverages, are we looking to get any appetizers today? Nachos, mozzarella sticks, wings?”  

The men removed their masks once the drinks hit the table. You almost gasped at the sight. It was really them. Truly them. God, they were beautiful. Their faces bare, lips plump, and eyes are so enticing. Jimin smiled at you, thanking you for the beverages. Jungkook nodded his head, immediately taking a swig of his beer. 

“The BBQ wings seem good. We’ll take that for our appetizers please,” Jimin asked. His eyes are focusing on yours. His dark orbs meet with your enamored ones. You stared for almost a second too long. “Wings, got it. Are you guys ready to order any entrees?” You questioned, scanning along the menu with them. 

“Ah, the bacon burger, how do you like it?” Jungkook questioned his finger trailing along the meal. You cleared your throat quietly before thinking about it. “It’s really popular, and I order it sometimes on break if I’m really hungry, it’s kind of a lot,” you responded honestly. Your voice coming out meeker than you intended, but at least you didn’t stutter this time. 

“Hyung, I'm gonna get that,” Jungkook mentioned to Jimin before closing his menu and handing it to you. You accepted the booklet with both hands and a smile. “Bacon burger meal, and for you Jimin?” You asked before dramatically covering your mouth. 

His ears piqued at the calling of his name. A sly grin is given as he looks up to your embarrassed expression. “Told you, I knew she was army,” Jimin poked at Jungkook. Another cheeky grin reciprocated from him as well. 

You were a bit flustered now. How could you have been dumb enough to say his name aloud? Fuck your life. 

“I’m so so, so sorry, I didn’t want to bother you guys, I know how hard it is on tour, and I just wanted to give you guys good service- “you rambled profusely before hearing some shushing noise. 

“It’s okay, you’ve been very respectful and kind since we’ve been here. No worries,” Jungkook assured, hushing you from your obviously embarrassed self. “We love seeing army always, and we’re glad you’re the one serving us today,” 

You sighed in relief. Your hand over your chest as if you were about to have a panic attack.  

Jimin chuckled as he closed his menu and handed it to you. “I’ll take the steak sandwich and fries please. Thank you so much,” he placed his hand over his chest and bowed to you as you accepted the menu, bowing back. “I’ll make sure your orders are out as quick and fresh as possible,” you assured before turning away and speed walking to the kitchen, almost tripping on the way in. 

After pacing around the back of the kitchen and waiting impatiently for the food, the dishes were finally ready. As you headed back to the table, the men were in deep conversation in their native tongue over their empty glasses of beer. 

“BBQ wings, Bacon burger… and the steak sandwich with fries,” you announced, placing the dishes amongst the tables for the men to enjoy. 

The kind men bowed their heads before you, taking in the meals. “I’ll be back later with your bill. Enjoy your meal,” you bid. The men gave you a small nod and smile while they began to dig into their food. On your way to the register, your manager came to you whilst you rang up their meals.

“You seem to be in a good mood,” he noted. “Do all our customers have to be cute to receive good service from you?” He sarcastically remarked, earning a scorning expression from you. 

“They were kind, so I was kind back,” you blankly responded as you printed the receipt and took the pen from the counter. 

“You know, if you kept this behavior up more with our clientele, I would be more willing to give you more shifts,” his rude remarked pierced your ears. You hated Mr. Paul. He was stuck up, rude, and passive-aggressive always. You weren’t always the nicest waiter, but it was always because he annoyed you during your shifts.

Your plan was that after making the money back from the concert, you would quit and find a new job. 

But life unfortunately isn’t always going according to plan, sometimes you had to sacrifice your sanity for an extra buck. 

You walked back over to the table with the receipt and pen in hand, and the warmest smile you could conjure. To your surprise, the plates were almost completely empty. God, they must’ve been starved from that plane ride. 

“Hi guys, no rush. Here’s your bill and a pen whenever you’re ready,” you sat the booklet down on the edge of the wooden top and began to compile the empty plates and glasses. 

“Thank you for the amazing service,” Jimin remarked as he wiped his fingers clean from the sauce of the wings. 

You nodded your head; arms filled with the dishes. “Of course, I’ll be back to have you guys out on your way”. 

You walked back swiftly to the kitchen almost launching the ceramics into the sink, heading straight for your purse in the back where the employee lockers were. Rummaging to find anything, anything for them to sign. Not that you were owed an autograph, but God didn’t you want to try. 

Oddly enough, you found an OT7 photocard you’ve kept in your wallet for the past few years. It was a little rough around the edges, but it would work. 

Heading back to their table, you picked up the checkbook and found a whopping amount of cash inside. Double the total that was owed. 

“Oh- I think you guys read this wrong; this is too much-” 

“It's all for you. Your tip,” Jungkook answered quickly, his boba eyes creasing with an assuring look of gratitude. “Please accept it. You’ve been so amazing,” 

You wanted to collapse. This could easily be merch money, grocery money, enough to get you by for a few weeks. You bowed kindly, uttering jumbles of “thank you’s” for their kindness. 

“I uhm, I know you guys have to go, but is it okay if you sign this for me?” you awkwardly asked as you pulled out your photocard, handing it to Jimin who sweetly took the image from you. 

“Of course, are you coming out to the concert this weekend?” He asked as he picked up the pen that was still on the table, writing out his initials before handing it to Jungkook who did the same. 

“Y-yes, both days. I worked so much overtime to try and get enough to go, and I just am so incredibly grateful to have the opportunity to see you guys. It was such an honor to serve you guys, I'm so happy you liked the food” 

As you rambled, you failed to recognize that Jungkook was taking a significantly longer time to write his signature. A quick smirk was exchanged between the two men before Jungkook’s tatted hand handed you the photocard back.

“We can’t wait to see you then. We hope you enjoy the show,” he bid as they both rose from their seats and waved, heading towards the door. “Take care, thanks again y/n” Jimin wished, the pair exiting the restaurant as you waved timidly. 

Your shoulders are relaxed, and a deep breath is released. They were gone, and immediately your heart fell. You couldn’t cry; that would be foolish. But you certainly weren’t happy about it. 

You looked down at the photocard, eyes cascading over the printed words. Jimin and Jungkook's signature on your card. They knew your name. Fuck, they knew your name. They tipped you well. They thanked you for serving them. You should be ecstatic. 

You flipped over the photocard, and your eyes widened like a deer in headlights, your knees shaking at what you seen. A phone number. A FUCKING phone number. “Text me” and a smiley face were written on the back. 

You wanted to throw up, explode, die, and cry all at the same time. Jungkook had given you, his phone number. 

Shit, what were you expected to do? 

— 

You were now lying in your bed, contemplating whether to hit the send button. You’d gotten off work 3 hours ago. Showered, ate, and cried. You were extremely overwhelmed. You met Jimin and Jungkook. They’d given you money. You spoke to them. And now possibly, was about to text Jungkook’s phone. 

“Hi! I'm y/n from the restaurant today,”  

Simple. Cute. To the point. 

One question sat in your mind. Why did they give you their number? Sure, you were sweet but that wasn’t ground enough... you were just working. Not even a small talk level of conversation. 

You guess you were going to find out soon enough. Your thumb reluctantly hits the “send” option. You almost threw it. You were a nervous wreck as you waited for the response.   

A ding hit. 

You check the notification just to realize it's your friends, Alexis and Sam, asking about the concert arrangements for the 100th time. Meeting up, tickets, after party plans, the usual. 

You scoffed at the disappointment. Of course, Jungkook wasn’t going to respond in 5 minutes; he was probably busy rehearsing or catching up on some well needed rest.  

Before you could even respond to the mess of messages from your group chat, the unsaved number responded back. 

“Hey! Hru? Before we continue, I need you to sign this file and send it back to me <3”  

A link to a file was sent immediately after. You clicked the PDF and your eyes blankly stared at the document. A non-disclosure agreement PDF from Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin was lit up amongst your screens. 

The agreement reads to never discuss the conversations or interactions that would take place from here on out with the artists. Not verbally. Not through social media. Not to anyone. Ever. It was a seal of privacy between the three of you.

“This isn’t real life,” you told yourself. No babes, it was real. You pinched yourself twice just to make sure. Your mind raced at the possibilities in store. You had a fucking NDA with Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin. If it was just casually conversation, why would they be urging you to sign one?

But you weren’t dumb. You knew exactly why. They wanted you the same way you wanted them.

Without another thought, you opened the file properly and placed your digital signature on the document before texting it back to him. 

After a few moments, the speech bubbles graced your screen again. 

“Perfect! So glad you signed baby,” 

A flutter rang through your heart at the pet name. You were beginning to melt away at just the slightest sign of flirting. With the NDA being set in place, it was evident what they wanted. Clear as day. 

But that didn’t mean you didn’t want to hear it from them. 

“I’m your baby now, huh?” 

You don’t know where this bold and cheeky side came from. However, you could only hope that it would entice them. 

“Ofc darling. Now we can actually safely talk”. 

“We can? Bout’ what?” 

“When we came in today, me and Jimin thought u were so pretty. We thought about it while we ate, and we wanted to invite you to our hotel this weekend,” 

Jaw agape, you couldn’t properly process the information you were being told. Two of the most handsome men alive thought that you were pretty. Fuck that. Not only were you pretty, but they wanted you. Shit, how could you even sit and process this alone? 

“Oh, thanks so much <3 I obviously think you guys look great too, lol” 

“Lol. Thanks sweetheart. We're gonna send you the info about the place soon. See u after the concert, okay?” 

Okay? Like, was this set in stone? You were about to see BTS in concert, and then immediately after, link up with 2 of the members. And the fact was, you only had two days to process this, as well as the fact that you weren’t allowed to speak about it. 

“Sounds like a plan, see u there <3” 

Jungkook responded with a heart, and that was it for the night. 

Another ding came through your phone, opening it to see it was a message from Sam. 

“Omg, are you ready to see Jimin??? His long hair, fuck I need him so baddd,” 

You giggled before typing back your response. 

“Lmfao yeah, def” 

Shutting your phone off for the night, your heartbeat finally steadied for the first time all day. Allowing yourself to bask in your luck.  

You silently prayed that everything would work out in your favor. 

— 

“Y/n fuck, its starting!” Alexis screamed as she pointed to the red hazy lights hitting the stage in front of you. 

Your trio managed to bag some pretty decent seats for night 1 of your stop of the BTS tour. You could see the screen, and the floor seats clearly. As well as make out the little bodies of each member ahead of you. 

Cheers and screams erupted in the stadium; you and Sam were waving your army bongs to the beat of Hooligan while Alexis recorded. 

Each member was walking to the stage now, and you could clearly make out each one. V leads the line, then Suga, RM, Jin, J-hope. Finally, you seen the two men who you were looking forward to the most, Jimin and Jungkook. They fell in a position instantly. They looked unbothered, serious stone faced as if this were just another day to them. 

For you, it was the complete opposite. You knew you were supposed to be ecstatic, but the impending feeling of being nervous infiltrated your system. 

You couldn’t stay still; you couldn’t look at them for too long. Your heart was thumping, as if your chest was about to rupture. The loud screams of the stadium couldn’t even fog your thoughts. 

Sam was screaming, holding your hand as she jumped up and down repeatedly. 

Alexis couldn’t stabilize her hand enough to record a steady video. 

You felt out of place, disoriented. 

The beat finally dropped and the stadium erupted. You attempted to sing along and follow in suit with everyone else. 

Your eyes lit up as Jungkook graced the screen, singing his iconic line to the song. 

You were finally brought back down to Earth. This was real.  

Shortly after, Jimin’s figure lit up on the screen as well. His hair flowing beautifully in the wind, his voice booming through the mic. 

The fact that you’d been in contact with them over the past 48 hours still didn’t register to you. You still haven’t come up with a plan on how to ditch your friend's post-concert either. All you’d been worried about was your appearance tonight, making sure to shave and exfoliate everywhere, and pack your purse to the brim before leaving your house today. Your hair is perfectly styled, and your outfit is appropriate for whatever comesafterwards. A short black mini dress. Sleeveless, adorned with red lace tights and black kitten heels. 

You looked the part. On theme enough to look like you were simply ready to just enjoy a concert tonight. But sexy enough to show that other plans indeed followed afterwards. 

The sets keep rolling through the night. Fake Love, Animals, Idol, all your favorites being played. 

Now, it was time for the surprise songs of the night. 

Sam was begging for Pied Piper, while Alexis begged for Wings. You would settle for anything. You loved the entire discography wholeheartedly and didn’t expect any disappointment. You looked up to the screen to see Jimin smirking at the crowd. “This song next, is dedicated to our beautiful army. You’re special, and this one here for is for you,” 

Cheers sparked through the stadium as the first few notes for “House of Cards” began to play.  

It was almost ironic. The sensuality building in a matter of moments as Jungkook began to sing the intro. Arguably one of the more sexually enticing songs in their discography being played live. Almost as if it were just for you. 

Your friends were in shock at the choice, but not as much as you. That familiar feeling in your body ached again. 

You noticed Jimin and Jungkook exchanging sly smirks amongst another on stage. They were cheeky. Most fans wouldn’t expect a thing, but you knew everything already. You couldn't help but think that they were referring to you. 

No, you knew they were referring to you. 

— 

“And when Yoongi’s verse in Aliens came on, oh my god I almost dropped to my knees!” Sam yapped as you three exited the stadium back to the parking lot. 

The concert is over and boy, did you have a ball? After your mini-panic attacks, of course. 

“Did you see how Namjoon looked at the crowd though? I know this afterparty finna be turnt,” Alexis chimed in as she made her way to her car who was parked next to yours. 

You opened the door and feigned a sullen look. “My feet are really killing me in these heels; I don’t think Imma make it tonight” you fake winced as you opened the door. The girls looked at you with furrowed brows of confusion. 

“The fuck, you didn’t say anything about your feet hurting before?” Alexis pointed out as she stared at your feet. “Who wears heels to a BTS concert anyways?” Sam inquired. 

You shrugged and sat in your vehicle, not allowing anymore room for questions. “I’m sorry, I'll know for tomorrow night’s show I just can’t today,” you pouted as you closed the door and turned on the ignition. 

You rolled down your window and waved to your friends. “I have to try to beat traffic and go home asap before my feet actually fucking fall off, I'll catch you tomorrow” 

Alexis dropped the situation, waving off to you as she entered her driver's seat. 

Sam still wasn’t buying the act, but she didn’t argue. Maybe you did have something better to do than go clubbing with your friends. She didn’t bother intruding. 

Once you settled in your car, a string of dings reached your line.  

Not texts, a call. 

You rolled up your window immediately and picked it up with a sweet tone. 

“Hello?” 

“Hey baby,” 

The voice of honey graced your ears. It was Jimin. He sounded slightly out of breath, completely expected since he was just dancing his heart out for the past 3 hours. 

“Hi! Jimin, oh my god it’s good to hear your voice. The concert was so amazing,” you perked, beginning to back out of the parking lot as you put the phone on the speaker. 

He chuckled softly on the line. “Glad you enjoyed it. Did you like the surprise song?” 

Your heart almost skipped a beat as you bit your lip, thinking about how enticing it was hearing House of Cards, let alone knowing the fact that it was for you to be confirmed now. 

“Loved it, think it really sets the tone for tonight,” you assured, your voice going almost quiet. 

“Definitely, are you on the way to the hotel? Me and Jungkook can’t wait to see you baby,” 

His voice was almost a low growl; you could tell something was working him up. You prayed it was just the thought of you. 

“Yes, traffic is gonna be hell, but it’ll be worth it to see you,” 

Jimin released a low sigh into the mic. Your thighs clenched at the hushed noise as you drove off into the bustling street. 

“Get here soon babe, don’t know how long we can hold off before seeing you,” 

“I’ll be there as soon as I can, see you” bid. 

“See you soon love,” 

The line cuts. 

— 

You don’t usually drive like a barbarian but tonight was an exception. As safely, but as swiftly as you could, you swerved through traffic with vigor. 

The hotel was about 50 minutes out, and you somehow managed to make it there in 30 minutes. 

You parked near the exit of the hotel between some trees and a dim light. You sat in your car for an additional 10 minutes, freshening up with some wipes, lotion, deodorant, and sealing the deal with a sweet perfume and your favorite lip gloss. 

Just from the outside alone, you could see that this hotel was at the next level. Outside was beautiful. Fountains, valet parking, flowers with names you couldn’t pronounce cascading in the bushes. Beautiful, pavedparking lot and a cobblestone pathway surrounding the building. 

Jungkook sent you a text a few moments ago with instructions. “Enter through the back door, one of our security guards will let you in and bring you to our floor.” Simple. 

After taking a few deep breaths and turning off your phone's location, you stepped out your vehicle with your purse. Locking the car door and swiftly walking to the back entrance like instructed. 

You walked towards the glass door, just to be met with a buff man dressed in all black with a walkie talkie. He eyed you up and down momentarily. “Name?” His gruff voice erupted. 

You stammered. “Y-y/n”. As if you were unsure about your own name. 

He said something into the walkie-talkie. Of course, in Korean. Momentarily, a deep voice huffed through the speaker of the walkie-talkie. You made it out to be Jungkook’s. 

The man signaled his fingers, instructing you to follow him. You did. Swiftly getting into the elevator as he pressed the button for the top floor. 

The ride was quiet and almost eerie. He didn’t speak to you, ask about your night, nothing. Just faced forward until the elevator came to a halt, the doors opening to an empty hall cascaded with warm lights and ceramic décor. The wallpaper was old-timey, laced with gold eccentric designs on a cream canvas. 

“Room 610, to the right,” the man alerted before closing the elevator door, right as you were about to thank him. They should do better with the security they hire in your humblest opinion. 

You furrowed your brows as you timidly searched for the room number. Your fingers made way to your phone, reading the instructions they gave you once more as you reached your destination. They said to knock twice once you arrived. 

The door was plain, didn’t stick out compared to any of the other doors in the hall. The only difference was that the suite was tucked away in the furthest corner of the building, as expected. You brought your fist upslowly, knocking shyly twice. Just like they had asked. You nervously gripped your purse, eyes scanning your surroundings. It wasn’t the smartest idea to head to a hotel completely alone on the opposite side of town at midnight. But hey, for BTS you were willing to do arguably worse. 

To your surprise, the door opened quickly. Extremely quickly actually, Jungkook stood behind the threshold, hair damp with grey sweats and a white tank. Freshly showered with an excited grin on his face. “Y/n! You’refinally here!” He cheered sweetly, stepping aside to signal you in. 

Surprisingly, your nerves were calm for the first time that night. His tone was welcoming and warm. You were grounded in reality; it felt, just by his shockingly comforting presence. You returned the smile and stepped inside, removing your heels at the entrance. 

“Hi! Yeah, I made sure to get here as soon as I could, I didn’t want to keep you guys waiting. Knowing you’re busy and all,” 

“You’re too sweet love,” Jungkook said as he closed the door behind you. His body followed yours naturally, taking your hand and leading you to the living space of the room. The suite was huge, and much more luxurious than you could fathom. 

Looked more like a full-fledged luxury apartment than a hotel. When did hotels come with full functioning kitchens, living rooms, laundry rooms, balconies, and chandeliers? 

Your eyes scanned the space as he led you to the white velvety sofa, sitting down on the empty cushion, patiently waiting for you to take your seat. 

“Jimin is in the shower still. You know the pretty boy needs to take a minimum of an hour to just get ready for bed,” he chuckled as his hands aimed at the coffee table in front of you. It was scattered with bottles of dark whiskey and shot glasses. Seeming like the bottle had already been dug into. 

“Shot?” Jungkook asked as he lifted an empty glass to you. You meekly nodded, accepting the offer as your eyes finally latched back to his figure. He was buff. Of course you knew that. But in reality, his muscles looked like they were hand drawn and sculpted. They looked firm. God did you wanna touch them. 

Jungkook handed you the glass filled with dark liquid and toasted it to you. “Cheers!” He smirked. “Cheers!” you repeated, cocking your head back and downing the alcohol as smoothly as your throat allowed. 

You scorned at the burning taste, only to receive a small chuckle from the man next to you. “Too strong?” He asked, already knowing the answer to his question. “Just not so much used to whiskey,” you assured setting the glass down. “Ah, more of a mixed drinks kind of girl?” He questioned, his hand leaving the glass and now comfortably resting on your clothed thigh. Your breath hitched for a moment at the sudden touch. “Y-yeah, I like margaritas, and such,” you timidly responded; trying your best to keep your eyes focused on him. 

“Ah. Pretty drinks for a pretty girl, I guess,” he mused. A small nervous chuckle erupted from you. His compliments were pure, a little corny, but it affected you the same. After a few moments of small talk, a hardly clothed Jimin came from what you assumed to be the door to his room. Topless, his tattoos were completely on display as black gym shorts hung lowly around his waist. Tom Ford boxers to compliment. 

His cheery expression shined as he noticed you were finally here. “Our guest is finally here, how are you darling?” He questioned his body sitting next to yours on the sofa as he came to wrap his arms around your smaller frame. The embrace warm and tight, his head falling into the crook of your neck as you returned the hug. “You smell nice too princess,” 

“Thank you Jimin, i’m wonderful how’re you?” You responded, pulling back for a moment to comfortably look at him as you engaged in the conversation. 

“I’m great now that you’re here sweetheart. Jungkook didn’t try to get you too drunk before I came did he?” He joked, his index finger and thumb latching under your chin comfortably, aiming your face to look directly into his. 

Your cheeks warmed at the touch and your eyes averted down to your hands. A slow shake of the head followed with a gentle grin. “N-no, just only had one shot. Was waiting for you,” 

Jimin kept his sly grin and eyes focused on your timid expression. Your shyness was adorable to him. Seeing how easily he could make you weak was one of the primary reasons he chose to stay in contact with you. He adored your desperation to remain humble and respectful to him and Jungkook. You weren’t like other army. Not to them. They valued your true will to engage with them kindly and respect the ground that they walked on. 

And for that, you deserved the reward they had in store for you. 

Jungkook shifted behind you, sitting closer to your body almost skin to skin on the couch. He handed the bottle of whiskey to Jimin and placed his hand on the swell of your hips. Head placed over your shoulder, leaning into you. 

“She doesn’t like whiskey Jiminnie, said it’s too strong,” Jungkook told the elder man, his eyes staring down at your thighs flushed against your lace tights. 

“Aww, that’s no fun. I wanted you to celebrate tonight with us properly,” Jimin feigned a pout. His lips connect to the bottle, taking a harsh swig of the liquid. 

Heat erupted in your face, guilt filling your chest as you heard what you thought was disappointment in his tone. “No, we can celebrate! I just have to get used to it. But I like strong drinks, I like what you give me,” you flustered out your explanation as believable as you could. You didn’t mind drinking, especially with them. You trusted them. Even if it meant drinking something you weren’t a fan of, they hosted this for you. They wanted to share it with you. And you felt you were in no place to deny anything they wanted to give you. 

Exactly what Jimin and Jungkook expected of you. 

Jimin’s smile returned as he took the bottle from his lips, swallowing the drink. “That’s a good girl, so kind and willing,” his thumb stroked your bottom lip. “Open up princess,” he instructed. 

You did. The moment you did, you cocked your head back, allowing Jimin to pour the harsh liquid down your throat. Your face scrunched up at the taste but inevitably you swallowed all of it. It was definitely more than just a shot he poured, but you let it slide. It was a celebration tonight. A celebration that you hope eventually led you into getting fucked that night. And honestly, who wasn’t down for a little bit of drunk sex? 

“Good girl sweetheart,” Jungkook cooed behind your ear, his hand grazing up down and your thighs and hips, toying with your tights. “Wore this for us tonight? Or was this your concert outfit?” He inquired curiously. Your breath was a bit unsteady from the mix of alcohol and the sudden touches. “B-both,” you answered. 

Jimin sucked in a breath as his own hand began running down your tights. His eyes stare at the top of your dress, resting at your collarbones. “Ah, that’s not fair. Everyone seen you in this outfit then, it’s not just for us then, is it?” Jimin asked rhetorically. His hands tugging rougher at the material of your tights, ripping at them harshly exposing your skin. 

You whimpered at the sudden sound, looking down at your now ruined cloth. “Don’t pout baby, it’s just not fair is it. That we were the last ones to see you in your pretty outfit? How about you let us see what’s underneath it, hm?” Jungkook suggested, his hand now cupping your chin to make your eyes face him. Distracting you as Jimin tore into your apparel.  

“You read what the paper said right love?” Jungkook asked, thumb stroking your cheek softly. You nodded. You did know what the NDA said. You don’t know exactly which part he was referring to, but you hoped he would answer that for you. 

“Good girl. You’re ours tonight, right? And you’re gonna be good and keep what happens between us?” He whispered, pulling your lips closer to him as he spoke. “Yes Jungkook,” you responded breathlessly. He smirked, sealing your deal with a quick, messy kiss. You melted into it. His hand snaked around you, gripping your throat tightly as he held you in it. 

Jimin finally had your tights torn off. Your body con dress hem was now in his grasp, roughly tugging it down and allowing it to pool at your feet. You were now exposed in just your black lingerie set. Black panties and strapless black bra, lace and bows adorning the material. Jimin bit his lip as he looked down at you, eyes sizing every inch of your body before his. 

Jungkook pulled away from the kiss and had a glance for himself. His eyes were hazy and low, staring at each and every curve on you. His hands trailed your waist, while Jimin’s were flush against your thighs. “At least we can only see this part of you, right baby?” Jimin questioned. 

You nodded, biting your lips. Even though you expected to end up naked at some point tonight, you didn’t imagine it like this. It was vulgar. Jimin’s gaze darkened suddenly. “Hey. When we ask you a question, you use your words and speak. Understand?”  

Where did that come from? You’ve never imagined Jimin to use such a tone with you. It wasn’t rude, but it was stern like a lecture. You gulped, eyes meeting him. “Yes sir, I apologize,” 

“Aw Jimin, don’t scare her too much. She probably didn’t expect this from us,” Jungkook cooed, his lips meeting the shell of your ear, placing a tender kiss beneath it. 

Jimin wasn’t having it. “She expected something. Coming to our place dressed the way she is, like we were bound to fuck her. Doing everything, we say, such an easy slut, aren’t you?” Jimin growled, leaning against you, lips achingly close to yours. 

Your vision was blurry. The alcohol setting in finally making you more sensitive than usual. The flurry of embarrassment, guilt, drunkenness, and horniness was striking you like a drum. The feeling of their hands encapsulating your body added to the stir of emotions. Jungkook was right; you didn’t expect all of this. But you certainly didn’t want to push it away. You craved them, and you would do anything to have them. You needed to make them proud. 

A slap hits your bare thigh causing you to wince. “Didn’t I just say that you answer us when we ask you a question?” Jimin repeated; his brows furrowed and jaw tightening. “i’m sorry, I am. I am a slut for you, I'll do anything you say,” you whimpered out, a tear brimming at your eye. 

Jimin then rubbed the area he’d slapped, shushing your winces. “That wasn’t hard now was it baby?” He asked, placing a soft kiss against the red flesh.  

You knew better than to not answer now. “It wasn’t hard, i’m sorry. I was stupid for not answering,” you responded, head drooping as you watched him pepper kisses against you. Jungkook pecked your cheeks a few times. “You’re not stupid baby. Just need some training, right? Never be trained before hm?” 

No, you hadn’t. Of course you had a little rough sex before, but never spanking. Never having to respond to questions. Never two men at once. Nothing of this caliber. “No sir,” you answered, earning a small hum of approval from him. 

“Good girl, already using manners and we didn’t have to tell you too. Such a sweet baby,” Jungkook praised, his hands reaching towards your tits, squeezing at the buds beneath your bra. You bit back a moan, humming slightly at the feeling. His large tight grip was enough to cause your mind to calm and zone out from your worries. 

Jimin came up from kissing your thigh, grabbing the bottle of whiskey once more and taking another harsh sip, except this time he didn’t swallow. He grabbed your chin, pulling your face close to him and shoving your mouth open with his thumb. He came close, spilling the liquid into your mouth. Thankfully, you were coherent enough to drink it and not choke from the sudden action. This time round, the whiskey wasn’t as harsh and scorching. You smoothly took it down in one gulp. 

“Good girl,” Jimin praised, watching you intently. His eyes softened at your behavior, kissing your lips once you finished. “Good girls take whatever their daddies give them, right baby?” He whispered against your glistening lips, barely giving you enough space to respond. 

“Yes sir, take whatever daddy gives,” you slurred. God you were already in deep, between the drunkenness and their established dominance, you were slipping into a deep space of no return. Going completely under their control just like they wanted. “Take whatever he gives baby? Think you can take this dick? It’s what you wanted all along hm?” Jimin asked, his hand gripping the growing bulge beneath his shorts. It was huge. Your eyes lazily looked down to watch him palm himself, shooting open like a deer in headlights. 

“I’m not sure,” you answered too honestly. It was intimidating. You didn’t know exactly how big Jimin was yet, but it was shocking from what you’ve seen already. All he could do was laugh. Not a cute reassuring laugh. Alaugh indicating insult towards you. 

“Oh, come on, I'm supposed to believe that a slut like you can’t take dick properly?” 

The words should sting. They should be offensive. But oddly all the words did was send a gushing sensation between your legs. You were embarrassingly wet at the encounter. His words were filthy and derogatory, but you were too blinded by sexual tension to acknowledge it. 

Jimin mutters something to Jungkook in their native tongue, and briefly afterwards, Jungkook lifts up from the couch, his hands moving away from your body. He stood up, walking towards the bedroom with an excited grin. 

You pouted at the loss of comfort from him, honestly a bit nervous about being left alone with Jimin. “Don’t worry angel, he’ll be right back,” he softened, eyeing your sullen expression. He leaned his head against the arm of the sofa and laid his back against the cushion, patting his leg signaling you to ease closer. 

You did. You sat on your knees between his legs on the sofa, looking down at the bulge, peaking from his shorts. “You’re gonna suck me, right? Make me feel good princess?” He asked, a lingering gaze stuck on you. 

As you opened your mouth to answer, Jungkook came back with what appeared to be a camcorder. Your mouth gaped, eyes darting between the men and the camera nervously. 

“Don’t worry baby, it’s for our eyes only. Nobody gets to this but us remember?” Jungkook assured as he pressed his eye to the screen, a red light appearing near the lenses to showcase that the camcorder was indeed recording. “You know Jimin doesn’t like being patient love. Give him what he wants now,” 

You nodded. Leaning your head down, lips grazing against the soft material of his shorts. You were still a bit dizzy. Light from the alcohol. But, still grounded. Enough at least. Your mind grew fuzzier as you slipped the waistband of his shorts off along with his boxers. A red-hot tip peeking out, his member springing out against your lips. A long drag of moans escaped Jimin’s lips as he eyed you, waiting for you to take him all in. 

Your hand wrapped around the shaft of his cock and slipped it into your throat slowly. You fisted whatever you couldn’t fit and bobbed your head up and down. The noises were lewd and wet, filling the room. Jungkook hissed behind the camera, making sure to record every moment of this. Zooming in on your lips covered in spit. Jimin’s hand snaked around the back of your throat, holding you close to just shaft barely giving you space to breathe. 

“Baby,” Jimin sighed, eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Can’t you take more than that? Don’t use your hands, just use your mouth,” he grunted, waiting for you to obey. 

Your brows furrowed, barely comprehending exactly what he wanted. You moved your hands and allowed them to rest on his thighs but slowly took in more of his length. The rhythm was slow and aching, driving him up a wall. 

Jungkook shakily held the camera as he began to palm himself at the sight, taking low grunts as he stroked his cock to the pace of the head you were giving. 

Jimin couldn’t take it. It was too slow and safe for his liking, and you were just barely fitting half of his cock. 

“Why don’t you fucking listen?” he growled, pushing your head fully down, causing you to gag harshly on his cock. His hips rutted vigorously into the back of your throat. Tears blurred your vision and rough pants escaped your mouth. “Thought you were a good slut? What’re you good for if you can’t take dick huh? Can’t please us properly? Fuck- you’re so warm,” he cursed, head thrown back in bliss at your struggle. 

Jungkook fisted himself faster, watching your tears run freely as choking noises graced the air. His own release nearing. “Pretty girl you’re almost there, make him cum so we can reward you honey,” Jungkook encouraged, setting the camera on the table. Propping it up so it could get a proper angle of all 3 of you perfectly. 

Your mouth was so full. Your cheeks red hot. All you could do was hum and try your best to breathe properly whilst pleasing Jimin. Your tongue swiped around the shaft as you inched further down the length, his cock completely covered by you as he neared release. 

“Ah- good girl. Gonna cum for you, all in your pretty mouth. Shit-“Jimin warned, pulling you off his cock swiftly, you coughed at the release attempting to catch your breath. “Stick your tongue out,” he instructed as his fist met his cock profusely, stroking it as hard as he could. 

You stuck your tongue out, eyes locking in on him as you waited for the inevitable. Hot sticky spurts of cum splattered on your pink tongue, dripping down your lips and chin as he messily released.  

“Don’t spit it out, swallow all of it. Show the camera,” he sternly instructed. His eyes burning a hole in your face as he watched you do so. You swallowed the salty liquid and opened your mouth to show the camera once you finished doing so.  

Jimin smirked to himself, cupping your face softly. “You did so well baby, you’re gonna help Jungkook feel good now, aren’t you?” 

You nodded eagerly, excited to please Jungkook as well. You enjoyed your moment with Jimin, but you’ve hardly had a proper moment with Jungkook yet. You knew he’d deserve to feel as good as you both did. 

Jungkook slipped his sweats and Calvin's off before sitting on the opposite edge of the couch, head against the arm rest pumping his shaft. “Don’t go too fast baby, i’m already so sensitive just by watching you,” 

You smirked at the confession. He was already close from watching you. It filled your ego, but you didn’t want it to your head. Especially knowing that at any moment, they could bring it down once again. 

You faced opposite now, on your knees, back arched as you leaned down to replace Jungkooks hand and stroke his cock for him. A low groan leaves his mouth as he watches, not rushing for a single moment.  

Your ass is now poked up towards Jimin, who takes the opportunity for himself to pull your drenched panties off your waist and to the floor, amongst your dress and torn tights. He hummed at the sight of your glistening pussy before him, his finger sliding into the warm pink hole. You moaned softly at the feeling, trying your best to focus on what was ahead of you. Pleasing Jungkook. 

Jungkooks eyes were locked onto your pretty face, while Jimin’s finger slipped deep into your core. “Don’t get distracted now darling. Suck Jungkook off like he wants,” Jimin instructs, laying a harsh smack against your soft ass. 

“Mmph!” You shrieked. You bit back your curses and leaned down against Jungkooks cock, finally taking it all in your mouth. No hands. Just like Jimin had instructed you to do to him. Jungkooks hips slowly rose as his groans became louder and louder. His hand tangled in the strands of your hair. Gently. Holding you down as he rutted into your sore throat. 

“Shit!” He cursed as his speed picked up. He didn’t want to be rough with you. Not right now. Not after Jimin brutally fucked your throat, but you made it hard for him. Your kindness. Your sweetness. It was all perfect grounds for him to want to ruin you. “So good to us aren’t you princess? Huh? You’re so good for daddy? Gonna take this dick just like he asked?” Jungkook's profuse use of dirty talk was enough to get you off, let alone mixed in the combo of Jimin’s fingers fucking into you, you were in heaven. 

You hummed ‘mhm’ around Jungkooks cock, doing your best to keep a steady flow as you continued sucking him away. 

Jimin then slid in another finger into your cunt. Watching as slick coated his fingers as you took them in with each pump. His eyes lingered at your taut asshole. He smirked at himself before deciding to lick it. His lips smacked against the pretty hole, tongue rubbing deep around the rim as he sucked the tight skin. 

Loud, pornographic moans escaped your mouth, vibrating against Jungkooks sensitive cock. His eyes squeezing tight at the pleasure he felt a tight clench in his lower abdomen. The feeling of your ass being sucked was indescribable. Jimin’s pouty lips and skilled tongue against such a sensitive spot was hitting you in the right places. It slowed down your pace with Jungkook, but you couldn’t help it. The feeling is overwhelming. 

“Cumming, take it. Fuck take it all- take my cum baby,” Jungkook moaned loudly, pushing your head flush against his bare cock as spurts of his climax trickled down your throat. 

Moans of relief filled the air from you and Jungkook, his eyes trailing to the camera with a smirk as you slipped away from his length. Loud breathy moans flowed from you as Jimin kept at it, two fingers ramming into your cunt while his tongue devoured your asshole. 

Jungkook watched hazily at the sight, seeing you fall apart in his lap. Your head still dangerous close to his semi-hard cock, watching you slip into the blissful state. “Look at you sweet girl, can’t even talk it feels so good?” Jungkook questioned as he strummed your flushed cheek. You nodded, your eyes tight and lip caught between your teeth as you hold back your screams. 

Jimin’s pace rapidly increased. His mouth making out with your hole as your cunt clenched around his fingers, chasing your high.  

“You should ask Jimin if you can cum darling, i’m sure he wouldn’t want you cumming without permission,” Jungkook suggested. His eyes glued to your fucked out face. He was enamored with your expression. The sounds you were making before them were music. An enticing melody that they wanted to replay over and over again.  

“Please, may I cum please!” you plead to the man behind you, loud whimpers following. “Please Jimin, need you,”  

Jimin smirked against your skin, gripping your ass as steadied your shaking body. “You may, sweet girl,” he allowed tongue diving back to its rightful spot. 

You shrieked as your high came, a loud moan and curse came about as your thighs shakes for the men. Jungkook watched you come undone with loving eyes, his smile never fading as you shook uncontrollably from the pleasure. They watched as your heat dripped with release, Jimin scooping up your cum and toying with it. 

He brought his fingers to his mouth, slurping away at your secretion, humming at the taste. “So sweet, just like we expected,” he smirked, pulling away from you, allowing you to collapse against Jungkooks bare body. 

He caught you, pulling you flush against his skin, taking you in a warm embrace. “How’re you feeling honey?” Jungkook asked softly, strumming the pieces of hair on your face. 

“Fine,” you breathed. You panted softly against his broad chest. Your eyes drawn to the camera on the table, still recording. 

“Oh baby, you’re not giving up so soon, are you?” Jimin pouted, coming to the side of the couch standing in front of you and Jungkook. “We still have to fuck you baby, remember what we said right?” 

You remembered. Memory crystal. “I-I take whatever daddy gives me…” you responded softly, earning a hum of approval from Jimin. “See. I knew you could be smart,” he teased, his hand ruffling your hair. 

He sat on the edge of the couch once again. Legs spread as he stroked his rising cock. His eyes hazily gazing at the sight of you and Jungkook. “Fuck her from her behind. Need to see that pretty fucked-out face of hers,” Jimin instructed to the younger male, his opposite hand reaching for the bottle of whiskey once more. Taking a swig before his show began. 

Jungkook chuckled, tapping your ass softly. “All fours baby, you’re gonna be good, right? Take it like we said?” He asked as he began to sit up himself. “Don’t wanna disappoint us now. Not when you’ve been so good honey,” 

Be a good girl. That’s all you wanted to do. Please them. Listen to them. Make them proud. 

You nodded and turned around, facing Jimin and placing your weak body on all fours. You shyly met his gaze, your eyes darting between his face, the ground, and his dick. 

“Eyes up here slut. Need you to watch me jerk off to you. You know you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Wanna see how much you turn daddy on?” he said as his grip tightening hard on his shaft.  

“Yes, need to see,” you barely made out before you felt Jungkook slowly insert himself deep. Very deep. His whole length inside of you in one swift motion. You both moaned in unison at the stretch. “Fuck, you fit like a glove. Like you’re made for this dick sweetheart,” he cursed, throwing his head back before he started his hasty sharp thrusts. 

You clenched at the sensation, mind completely taken over with the pleasure immersing through you. Your jaw slacked, uncontrollably moaning from the feeling. He was hitting you just the right spot. Deep, and rough. His hands clasped on your hips, his hips moved in a beautiful rhythm against your ass. His eyes never leave the sight in front of him. 

Jimin bit his lip grunting at the squeeze he had on his shaft. Watching you fall apart for Jungkook stirred something in him. You were hot, undeniably. He loved to see you fall apart and submit to his orders, even if it was embarrassing for you, you didn’t argue. He adored it. You would go out of your way to submit to him.  

Jungkook was in heaven. From the moment he’d seen you in the restaurant, he desired you. Your angelic behavior towards them alongside your respectful demeanor turned him on more than any model, porn star, or anyone else could. Your natural genuine desire for them was admirable. You deserved tonight. They deserved to ruin you. In a way, he was proud to be the one to do so. 

Jimin’s gaze never faltered on you. Your eyes were glued to one another, as if you were afraid to break contact. You moaned both of the men’s names constantly. Jungkook’s thrusts didn’t slow down; his grip didn’t soften. He kept your body flush against his as his rock-hard cock drilled your puffy hole. “Feel so good, so glad you’re fucking me daddy,” you confessed with a cry. 

Jungkooks deep chuckle could be heard. He leaned against your back, gripping your neck from behind and forcing you against his body. His thrusts deepen at the new angle as you attempted to keep contact with Jimin. “Yeah, so glad i’m in control? This is what you always wanted, huh? Your biases to fuck you like you belong to them?” He whispered against the shell of your ear. His thrusts are still deep but losing the steady pace. Deep and messy, his release neared. 

Jimin moaned at the sight. The beautiful, yet filthy sight. You were a mess. Sweat dripping, eyes hazy, drool pooling at your mouth. He knew the only thing on your mind was them. Being used by them. Fuck, did it turn him on. 

“Yes please, I wanna cum now please. I love this, love you inside of me. I love you both, please,” you profusely begged like a baby. Your mind blanks as the words fell out without a second thought. Jimin nodded his head to Jungkook, allowing for you the release you craved. 

Jungkook kissed your ear, the smacking noise and wet tongue setting you over the edge as your climax shocked through your body. “We love you too sweet girl, go ahead and cum for us,” Jungkook encouraged, watching you convulse against him, holding your waist with his tatted arm. You screamed. Your second release of the night gushing out.  

Jungkooks grunts were gruff and hoarse as his climax reached as well, his thrust faltering as he stayed inside you, cumming hard into your poor cunt. Curses rang in the air between both of you, before Jimin catches your limp body as you collapsed against him. 

Jungkook pulled out slowly, watching both of your secretions pool between your thighs. He sat down against the arm rest, chest panting and cheeks red as a tomato. 

Jimin held you close, shushing you as small sniffles erupted from you. 

The sex was good. Too good. Your tears were joyous and they knew that, but it didn’t stop them from comforting you afterwards and asking if you were okay, which you assured them you were. 

After your tears silenced, Jimin pecked your forehead and strummed your back. His cock still rock solid beneath you. “Do you think you can go one more round for me love?” He asked, his eyes sparkling with hope awaiting your answer. 

You smiled genuinely at the request. “Of course,” you assured, receiving one more kiss from him. Jungkook was calm from his high. His eyes watched as you two maneuvered along the couch. You lying on your back as Jimin prepared to fuck you missionary. 

Jungkook stood up, grabbing his camcorder and aiming at the perfect angle where it captured your body beneath Jimin’s. Legs open as one of his arms held your hips while the other clutched your wrists above your head. 

Jimin inserted himself into you. Slowly. Moaning as he slid inch by inch into your soft walls. You whimpered as you were still completely soaked and sensitive from the orgasms from earlier in the night. It felt like your pussy had a heartbeat of its own, throbbing consistently throughout the night.  

Once Jimin bottomed out, his thrusts were shallow and slow, he wanted to take his time fucking you and you could tell. Jungkook blushed behind the camera. A flustered horny mess as he watched his best friend fuck you sensually. “Hyung, you can give her more than that. She can take it,” he whined selfishly, wanting more for his own pleasure. 

Jimin smirked, looking down at your disheveled face. “Is that right sweetheart? You want more? Not enough for you?” He repeated, waiting for your answer before he decided for you. 

You processed what Jungkook was saying. And to be honest, he wasn’t wrong. You could take more; you’d take anything they wanted you to. You wanted more, especially if it meant getting them off. “Fuck me harder, I can take it,” you assured nodding your head vigorously, wrapping your ankles around Jimin’s small, chiseled waist. 

He bit his lip and wasted no time before quickening his pace, rapidly fucking you. Skin slapping quickly became the most prominent sound in the room again. Jungkook zoomed in on your cunt, recording you swallow Jimin’s cock whole while his thrusts were long and shallow. “This sweet pussy is all ours huh? Never gonna forget how good we fucked you baby?” Jimin spoke, his hand that held your waist, not lifting your thigh over his shoulder as he reached deeper into your G-spot. 

You gasped for air as the new angle penetrated deeper. “Never! It’s all yours, belong to both of you daddy,” 

Jimin’s cock twitched inside you at your words, his climax climbing quicker than he wanted it to. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight. Feel so fucking good, sweet baby,” he praised, mewling at the sensation. Jungkooks cock was gripped in his hand; he squeezed indecently preventing his own cum to leak out. “Shit, you’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow aren’t you y/n?” Jungkook asked as he took another step closer to your face, his cock hovering over it. 

The sight of his cocked filled your eyes and shook your head in response. “No sir, you guys fucked me too good,” 

“That’s right angel, fucked you so good that all your pretty brain can think about is us,” Jungkook responded as he stroked himself faster to the sight of you. 

Jimin’s grunts were deep, and his words faltered at the tongue as his end was near. He slowed down moments afterwards, leaning against the crook of your neck as he took in your scent. Deep kisses fell amongst your neck. “Bout to cum baby, take it all for me,” he confessed, thrusting a few more times before you felt your hole fill with the warm liquid. 

“Jimin! Fuck!” you screamed as your own high too combusted around his cock, spilling between your thighs and smacking against his.  

“Shit, shit, shit,” Jungkook cursed as thick white ropes shot from his slit onto your sweaty face, painting you in his own release. 

All three of you were breathless fucked-out messes. Jimin collapsing against your sweaty chest as you wrapped your arms around him, allowing him to lie against you as he caught his breath. 

Jungkook shut off the camcorder, placing it on the coffee table running a finger through his hair. “Are you two, okay?” He asked, looking below, watching you two nod your heads and pant. “Princess, was that too much?” Jimin wondered, his head lifting up to look at you. Scanning your face for any sign of discomfort or uncertainty. 

You shook your head. “Was so perfect, I loved it so much,” you answered honestly, giving them a golden smile as your eyes closed. Relaxing in the warm embrace of Jimin. 

Your heartbeat slowed and you drifted off into a peaceful sleep afterwards. 

— 

The next morning, you’re in a white linen bed, sandwiched between Jimin and Jungkook. 

Your eyes scanned the room; it looks like you finally made it to the bedroom after all. You looked to your left; the men were kind enough to have plugged your phone up for the night and folded your dress on the counter. 

And to your right, a sleeping Jungkook. Mouth half open as he snored peacefully in his rest. 

You shuffled a bit in the bed, trying to get an aim at what time it was before you felt movement next to you. Jimin. 

His messy bed hair and tired gaze met you, a warm smile and hand pulling you close to his chest. “Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered quietly with his husky morning voice. 

“Good morning,” you replied quietly, leaning against his bare chest. 

Your eyes found the clock, reading that it was 6am. Surprised that you were naturally awake at this time, you sighed once you realized that you would have to leave soon. 

Jimin held you tighter. “Planning on going so soon?” He whispered against your hair, strumming your shoulder gently. 

“Have to. You have a show to prepare for all day,” you answered honestly. A small frown tugging at the side of your lips. 

“You’re gonna be there for tonight’s show, right?” he recalled quietly, his voice was still groggy but his tone warm and sincere. 

You nodded. You did have tickets for tonight, and you were more than excited and blessed to have the opportunity to attend. 

“Then we’ll see you again tonight, babygirl,”

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a/n: its finally out!! repost, tag, like and share ur thoughts on the fic! see u all next time love bugs <3