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But it wasn’t a human. It was your favorite robot looking as weird and mechanic as always, and making your pulse skip a beat as he showed his silver bald head. “Hi! What can I do for you?” You asked cheerfully.

“I have a question,” he said in his monotonous tone, eyes unblinking. At first it was unsettling that they didn’t blink, but you got used to it and now it was a bit exhilarating to be the focus of attention of a robot, they didn’t miss a single movement you did and that called to you in a weird way.

“Okay. What kind of question?” You questioned, looking at him in the most professional way you could muster, but probably failing because he was robotically hot. In a way that made your pussy a little bit wet every time you talked to him.

He didn’t wait more than two seconds before shooting at you: “Do humans like robots?”

“Wow, that’s a big question right there.” You thought about it for a few seconds, trying to organize your thoughts to explain human-supremacy groups to a robot. “Some humans like robots just fine, but other humans think they are inferior to humanity so they…”

He cut you. “No, no. I understand that, I mean if humans like like robots,” he clarified.

And for a moment you were speechless, was he really asking if human and robots could have some kind of romantic or sexual connection? Was that even a possibility? You’d thought about it (a lot), but you never knew robots could feel that way about humans, you weren’t even sure they felt. You knew artificial intelligence was great nowadays, but you weren’t sure and thought it would be rude to ask. Good luck they weren’t scared to ask anything and were always truthful.

“Oh. Oh. I don’t know… Yeah, I guess so. Why not?” You answered, trying to sound neutral about it.

He looked at you for a few more seconds before asking: “Do you like robots? Do you like me?” He caught you completely unprepared for that question.

“What?” You squealed.

“I like you.” You just discovered they could like humans, and your brain was trying to process a thousand little movements and interactions at the same time, trying to figure out if he meant what you thought he meant.

“What do you like about me?” You asked, still confused about what was happening. Was your robot crush really telling you he wanted to have his way with you, too? That wasn’t possible, was it?

“You treat me like an equal, and you are always nice to all robots. Also you look squeeze and I want to touch you.” You choked on a laugh at that part. “Do you like me?” He repeated.

You thought about it for half a second, thinking about the naughty fantasies you had all alone in your house. You thought about all the extra time you spent in his area just to chat with him for a bit. You did have a crush on him. “Yes,” you finally let out, a spark of hope inside your chest.

“Good,” he accepted, his head bobbing up and down in a very non-human way that made you want to smile. “Are you my girlfriend now?” He said, making you giggle.

“Aren’t you going to take me out first?” You joked.

He looked panicked for a second. “Yes. Yes. Human records said we need to go to dinner and to the movies. But I don’t eat, and I’m not allowed into cinemas. But we can skip that and do the fucking, that’s third date as the internet explained,” he deadpanned, making you choke on air and start coughing really hard.

“We can do what?” You choked out, eyes as big as plates as you looked at him.

“The fucking. The internet said human partners used their genitals together to get pleasure. I don’t have genitals, but I can create some,” he explained in his toneless voice, making it sound serious and ridiculous at the same time. He continued: “different shapes, different colors, they can attach. I have them on my desk. I’ll bring them. Wait here,” he ordered.

“Wait!” But he was already gone.

He came back a couple minutes late, carrying a big box full of various dicks of different colors, shapes and even textures. You were looking into the box trying to decipher when your life became so surreal and how did your boring Wednesday end up with a robot boyfriend and a box full of attachable dildos.

“We can try them now,” he announced, reaching to grab one when you stopped him.

“No! We are working.”

“But I want to touch you and I have no job right now. You don’t either. You’ve been moving papers around all day.” You didn’t even have time to process the fact that he was aware of your every moment before he was talking again. “Let me touch you, please.” His voice sounded mechanical and had zero tone to it, but at the same time it sounded like a plea and you found yourself accepting with a soft “okay”.

He approached you and lowered his bald robot head until he was a couple centimeters away from your face, he stared without blinking until you looked away, red blush covering your cheeks. “I like that you can change colors,” he said, making you smile. “Can I see your tits? The internet said human women liked them played with.” His change of behaviour from cute to horny robot made you want to laugh maniacally.

“Some human women do, some don’t,” you explained.

“Do you? Do you like your boobs being played with?” He asked, his head tilted to the side in a very puppy-like gesture that made your heart skip a beat. He was looking at your covered boobs like they held the answers to all his questions. He reached for your buttons and you didn’t stop him.

“Ye- yes,” you stuttered, suddenly nervous as he unbuttoned your shirt and stared at your lacy bra. He lowered it down, exposing your tits to the cold air of the office and making your body shiver.

“Why are they hard?” He asked at the same time he pinched one of your nipples with a bit too much force. You let out a gasp and he released it, just to do it again. You liked that he was playful, it was refreshing.

“It’s cold and they are sensitive,” you let out between heavy breaths.

“They turn hard when cold?” You nodded, and then cried out when his fingers suddenly became as cold as ice as he rubbed your nipples with them, making your back arch on your chair. “Oh. And what happens if it’s hot?” He asked as you felt his hands became scalding hot and you cried out again.

He did it a couple more times, pinching and rubbing and making you lose your mind with just his fingers. You were almost at the edge of a good orgasm when his hands traveled down, popping the button of your pants and rubbing your covered mound.

“The internet said this was the best place to give pleasure. Is that true?” He asked, his hand slipped lower, rubbing over your dripping center. You nodded frantically, grabbing onto the sides of the chair like your life depended on it. “It’s wet and soft,” he noted. You flushed redder, your face flaming hot as he explored the inside of your pants. He pushed your panties to the side and touched right over your aching pussy, making you cry out again, your eyes rolling back into your head. “Do you like that?” You nodded, your teeth biting down on your lips so hard you tasted blood.

He rubbed up and down your pussy for a while, not doing anything crazy, just two fingers collecting your wetness and exploring your most vulnerable place. He hummed every once in a while, looking at you unblinkingly as you squirmed on the seat. And then he found your clit, his fingers rubbing over it with such precision you saw starts and had to cover your mouth.

“I wonder what happens if I apply cold here,” he said out loud as you felt his fingers turning ice cold and your body shivered, more juices dripping from your pussy.

He turned his fingers scorching hot, rubbing your clit, and then cold when he rubbed them over your entrance. You were on edge, but he wasn’t even trying to get you off. You were desperate, wanting to do something, to come, but you wanted to let him explore you some more… It was exhilarating to have him pay such attention to you.

And then he surprised you pushing two fingers inside as he rubbed his thumb over your clit. The combination making your body jerk as he gave you the robot equivalent of a smirk, which looked like a weirdly creepy grin that made your pulse race and your pussy wetter. He crocked his fingers and found your G-spot, faster than any human ever had, and you screamed under your palm. He looked at you and did it again, rubbing your clit and sweet spot at the same time. Your orgasm was so close you could feel it at the tip of your consciousness, but he stopped then. Just for a few seconds, but enough to make you release your hold on the chair and grab his bald metallic head.

“Make me cum,” you pleaded.

He didn’t answer, he just grabbed one of your boobs with his free hand and started rubbing ice cold fingers over your nipple. At the same time the hand in your pants got hotter and hotter, almost too hot, but so, so good. He thrust inside of you a couple times, his thumb rubbing over your clit… and that was it. You screamed as your back arched and your body fell into the most intense orgasm of your life as he stared at your contorted face.

You were coming down from the high when he said: “I liked that. Next time we should try the dildos,” he stated, voice monotonous.

[index] → jan | feb (jhs) | mar (myg) | apr | may | 💜 | jul | aug | sep (jjk)(knj) | oct (pjm) | nov | dec (kth)(ksj) | Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, fantasy = 🪄.

⭐Knock it Down a Peg @thatlongspringnight [3.3k]  // knj x f.reader // est. relationship // 🥰🥵😂

📝 thanks to an idea from Jungkook’s girlfriend, you and Namjoon decided to try something new in the bedroom.

🗨️ this was just so fucking funny 🤣 I really loved it! Like I was laughing the whole time— that’s how funny it was! A short, but very very funny read! ✨

⭐The Truth Untold @rmnamjoons [10.1k] // knj x f.reader // bf2l // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 you’ve been trapped for months in a loveless, toxic relationship, too afraid of what would happen if you ever tried to leave. Your boyfriend gets so jealous, especially of your best friend Namjoon, who you’ve missed more than your heart can stand. Now, seeing Namjoon for the first time in weeks, you decide that it’s time to tell him everything, no matter the cost.

🗨️ ah what— this was both sad and very very sweet 😭 It’s sad, because it’s cheating— 😭 What she has with Namjoon is pure sweetness, and he is perfect for her 😭💜 I really loved it, though I have conflicted feelings about the cheating (I always have lol), but it was really good and I really liked it! It was so soft, beautiful and I love their relationship and she should just have picked Namjoon from the start!! Anyway, a really good story that will tear you up a bit 💯 Also, just seeing the banner had me in tears already, and looking at it again, I’m already crying 😭

⭐Park and Ride @here2bbtstrash [4.8k] // knj x f.reader // fuckbuddy!au // 🥵

📝 your fuckbuddy asks if the two of you can drive around a bit first, but he has a hard time keeping his hands to himself

🗨️ wow this was both cute and hot 🥵💯 There’s also a small drabble to it that can be found here: [link]

⭐Cream @luxekook [1.8k] // knj x f.reader // est. relationship, idol!au // 🥵

📝 you thirst over the outline in the pants of kim namjoon’s iconic cream suit just one time too many, and he’s ready to make you pay for it.

🗨️ Namjoon in that cream suit— what more do I need to say? 🥵 (also loved it, in case there was any confusing on that part ✨)

⭐Don’t Want Your Sympathy @sketchguk [9.5k] // knj x f.reader x jjk // est. relationship + threesome (kinda) // 🥵🥰🌩️😂

📝 jeongguk is like an annoying little brother to you, but nevertheless, there’s nothing in this world you wouldn’t do for your sweet, innocent best friend. so what are you supposed to do when he wants to watch your boyfriend fuck you senseless? say no?

🗨️ fuck. I’m going feral over this one 😭🥵 First, oc being best friends with Jungkook, so much so that she and Namjoon are willing to show him how to please a woman, please, I don’t know but that must be like the ultimate friendship goal? 🥹😂 I really loved it, and all the sexual teasing and banter was just so hilarious 😂

⭐Off Limits [completed series] @floralseokjin [n/a] // ksj x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au // 🥵🌩️

📝 you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

🗨️ I finally finished reading this amazing series! It was really good, and one of my favorites Seokjin stories 🥰 Towards the ending it good really good and I had a tough time putting it down, because I just had to read how things would fall apart to be build back up again 👏 There was also some small plot twists that I didn’t expect and they were a positive surprise 💜

⭐Stuck with You @taleasnewastime [29.6k] // ksj x f.reader // s2l, Christmas!au // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 it’s the first Christmas since your dad passed away. You, your mum and sister are going to his favourite place to do his favourite thing, skiing. And yet you’re not there. Stuck. Stranded. Trapped. In seemingly the single hottest place in the world. Your transfer flight cancelled so you’re now stuck between home and your family. A snowstorm that causes all flights to be cancelled, heat that just seems wrong at Christmas, your sister crying and shouting down the phone at you, and to top it off, the most annoying man in the world who’s in the same position as you and seems to think you’re friends because of that fact. Merry Christmas to you.

🗨️ this is truly one of my favorite plots and this fic is just so good, also a favorite, hands down!!! I just love me some good comfort, with angst, then comfort and a happy ending ✨

It was just so well done, the plot, and the characters too 🥹💯

⭐Satan, Baby @johobi [2.6k]  // ksj x f.reader // s2??? // 🥵👻🪄

📝 when the devil knocks, you’re only too happy to answer.

🗨️ I am speechless— it was such a nice, dark and smutty read! Really interesting ✨

⭐Redamancy @jeonggukingdom [7.1k] // ksj x f.reader // est. relationship, valentines day // 🥵🥰

📝 it’s St.Valentin’es Day and as per tradition, you are to surprise your boyfriend with a gift and a chocolate treat. On a whim, you decide to cook an entire dinner for him and bake him his favorite cake: chocolate filling and strawberry and cream toppings. Seokjin is bent down on showing you just how much he appreciated all your hard work for him. 

🗨️ gosh— so sweet, cute and sexy 🥵✨💯

⭐You Suck! @ugh-yoongi [18.3k] // ksj x f.reader // s2l, roommates, vampire!au // 🥵🥰😂🪄

📝 it’s St.Valentin’es Day and as per tradition, you are to surprise your boyfriend with a gift and a chocolate treat. On a whim, you decide to cook an entire dinner for him and bake him his favorite cake: chocolate filling and strawberry and cream toppings. Seokjin is bent down on showing you just how much he appreciated all your hard work for him. 

🗨️ WOW— so many thoughts on this; it was perfect, let me start with that. It was so fucking funny, I laughed so many times. I love Seokjin in this, how kind he is, funny, all that, and how he cares for oc, everything. The smut was so fucking funny, not gonna lie, I did not expect it AT ALL, but that shit had me rolling on the floor 🤣

⭐MicroWave [completed series] @btsmakesmehappy [37k] // myg x f.reader // neighbor!au, s2l // 🥵🥰🌩️👻

📝 Yoongi can’t help to worry about his neighbor. Not only that she almost burned the apartment down, she also trusts people too much, and yet she doesn’t want people to help her. She is just trouble written in bold and capital and he shouldn’t be acquainted with her. But yet, he makes it his mission to help her with all costs.

🗨️ I’m still baffled that this series doesn’t have more notes than it has—- because it’s simply fucking amazing! There’s 5 chapters and I read them so fucking fast, I just had to know what was happening with oc. Good pace in the story 👌It’s a series that features in with 6 others (not all are written and the overall general story seems to be discontinued), and I haven’t read the others yet, but I’m sure they’re just as good as this one! ✨

⭐The Road Not Taken [series; ongoing] @prodagustd [n/a] // myg x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au // 🥰🌩️🥵

📝 if you wanted to stop thinking about Yoongi, the first step was as easy as stop seeing him, but why it seemed like he was following everywhere you went?

🗨️ the author just updated this after months and I’m so happy because I found it so interesting and this chapter was just updated is jam packed with essential backstory! If you haven’t read this one yet, I highly recommend it ✨

⭐Fractured @hamsterclaw [6.6k] // myg x f.reader // detective!au // 🌩️🥵👻

📝 Yoongi’s a murder detective fighting burnout when he’s assigned the case that you and your former partner fucked up.

🗨️ oh, I love a good detective and police au! This was so good, the plot was intriguing and captivating— I really loved it ✨

⭐STEAM [completed series] @hoseoksluna [n/a] // myg x f.reader x jjk // est. relationship // 🌩️🥵

📝 one video call awakens your neediness for two cocks.

🗨️ okay this is really hot— and I really mean it, it’s dirty and filthy with all the good stuff! Yoongi is a bit iffy in this, so is oc, lol. I’ve only read the first one as of posting this, but I intend to read the rest of the series because I really like both the writing and the plot in this, and I’m very interested to know what is up with Yoongi! ✨

⭐Cybersex @gimmethatagustd [14.6k] // myg x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au // 🥵🥵😂

📝 the whole point of being a phone sex hotline operator is that you’ll never have to meet your clients. So what are you supposed to do when you find out your favorite client is your brother’s best friend? 

🗨️ I always enjoy Jai’s work, and this is no different! Such a funny and smutty story. Had me laughing at so many moments, like literally giggling out loud like a fucking fool, and OC’s friendship with the roommate is just so precious 🥹 and how oc and Yoongi actually get together is just so freaking funny 🤭 I loved everything in it so freaking much 💖💯

⭐Beleaguer @httpjeon [2.4k] // jhs x f.reader // neighbor!au, e2l, fuckboy!au // 🥵

📝 your neighbor is a pain in the ass.

🗨️ holy— DAMN! This was so fucking hot, so sinful and the dynamic between reader and Hobi??? How much they LOATHE each other 🤭👏 So freaking good! 💯

⭐Rather Be @hisunshiine [4.3k]  // jhs x f.reader // college!au, dancer!au // 🌩️

📝 you’re finally able to attend your dream school for ballet, where things are going well! You’re making new friends, have a chance to become a principal dancer in the winter show, and you’re growing closer to Hoseok. He’s a talented hip hop dancer, but still reeling after a tough break up, and doesn’t know if he’s ready to date again. Torn between you and his ex, Hoseok must decide where he’d rather be.

🗨️ this was just really cute 💜 Also to note, this has a named oc!

⭐Keeping a Secret @kpopfanfictrash [3.7k] // jhs x f.reader // est. relationship // 🥵

📝 you and Hoseok have been hooking up for a few weeks now. No one in your friend group knows. What happens then, when he shows up at movie night looking better than anticipated?

🗨️ aaaaaaahh~ So fucking cute and hot too, I really loved it 💜💯

⭐Liar, Liar @eoieopda [5k] // jhs x f.reader // fuckbuddy!au // 🥵

📝 Hoseok suspects that you’re “phoning it in” while sexting and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t call your bluff.

🗨️ okay. This was amazing and I really loved it 🥵💯✨ 

⭐Cheap Wine & Second Chances @minisugakoobies [8k] // jhs x f.reader // f2l + valentines day // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 valentine’s Day has brought Hoseok, your best friend from college, back into your life. Is this your second chance to get the one that got away?

🗨️ oh this is so cute and sweet (and a tad bit sad) 🥹 I love this story, it’s just so cute– the one that got away, and they finally get their chance! So freaking cute and I loved every word of it ✨ 💯

⭐As If It’s His Last @vinetae [4k]  // pjm x f.reader // fwb + f2l // 🥵

📝 it had been a simple agreement. You felt bad at how many times Jimin had a hectic schedule. And while you couldn’t do anything about that, you could offer some services out of pity for the boy..

🗨️ well this was just hot 🥵🥵🥵

⭐The Pitfalls of Silk: drabble @ctrlhope [1.7k] // pjm x f.reader // s2l, hybrid!au, soulmate!au // 🥰🥵😈🪄

📝 the winter gods are out to get you. That could be the only possible explanation for the series of bad luck tumbling before you— tropical vacation cancelled, snow locking you inside. Hell, even your shovel broken in half has got to be the gods playing some sort of trick on you. Pulling you along, making decisions for you as they guide you along the red string of fate. Guide you towards the very spider that found his way into your basement. Allowing him to fall into your heart all the same. 

🗨️ Lily just wrote a drabble for the one-shot I read last month!!! And the drabble was just so fucking cute 😭😭😭 If you haven’t read the original, please do that before you read the drabble, the story is really beautiful ✨

⭐The Group Project @noona-la-la-la [8k] // pjm x f.reader x kth // roommate!au + threesome // 🥵

📝 Jimin is jealous when his best friend and roommate, Taehyung, has a date with the girl Jimin has a crush on.

🗨️ fuck this was so GOOD!!! 💯 Best friend Tae 💜 It was so freaking hot and sinful, like????? Jimin watching them, and then Tae just being best friend ever at the end 🥵 Also, the dialogues were so fucking good! I really loved everything in this 😭

⭐Taste of You @divinelyparkjimin [5.2k]  // pjm x f.reader // childhood friends to lovers, roommates, fuckboy!au // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 getting yourself off to your childhood friend’s sexual escapades was definitely not on your radar, but seems like it should’ve been a long time ago.

🗨️ a really good read— though Jimin is a total dick in my book 😂 OC isn’t much better, but hey, they do get together in the end, and that is what matters! 💜

⭐Muscle Tension @bluemari23 [0.7k]  // pjm x f.reader // est. relationship // 🥰

📝 you feel a little stressed after a family visit and your husband helps relieve some tension.

🗨️ SFW— sweet fluffiness 🥰 Short and sweet, and I really loved it 💖

⭐Fantasy @pantherxrogers [1.5k]  // kth x f.reader // marriage!au // 🥵

📝 you love a man in uniform. more specifically, you love the way your husband looks in a uniform. he attempts to come home and surprise you, but he's the one left in shock.

🗨️ HOTTTTT 🥵🥵🥵

⭐Shameless @peachypinkygloss [3.6k]  // kth x f.reader // est. relationship, university!au // 🥵

📝 your boyfriend is really kinky. He can never go against his sexual urges, even when you both are in a hot tub with his friends.

🗨️ ADFSFDGFD— Speechless over here 🥵

⭐Backstage @jeonqkooks [0.6k]  // kth x f.reader // est. relationship, band!au // 🥵

📝 intentionally left blank by the author!

🗨️ just hotness 🥵

⭐Good Girl @suga-kookiemonster [3.5k]  // kth x f.reader // office!au, co-workers to lovers // 🥵

📝 you don’t really know much about kim taehyung. what you do know is that he’s your handsome coworker and that, since you just accidentally sent him a nude, you’re good and royally fucked.

🗨️ funny and smutty! Also, what is it about office romance that just hits differently? 🥵

⭐Moonlight [ongoing series] @borathae [6.8k]  // kth x f.reader // est. relationship, vampire!au // 🥵

📝 Taehyung asks you to sneak out with him and you end up making passionate love to him in a hayloft.

🗨️ I love vampires and just from the description and I know the author is amazing at writing, I decided to read this, even though I haven’t read anything from the series at all. But fuck, it was so good! I’ll definitely be checking out the series, it’s a well established one, so there’s a lot to sink my teeth into 😜

⭐Chasing Cars [ongoing series] @oddinary4bts [n/a] // jjk x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au, forbidden love!au, college!au, slice of life!au // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?

🗨️ I’m on chapter 7 right now (there’s 8 out as of posting this) and it’s still so fucking good! I’m kinda mad at JK though, but it’s okay! I love when stories get me either mad, sad or frustrated at the characters, and Ella is so freaking good at that! ✨ Also, she has been making small drabbles for each chapter from JK’s pov and those are just extremely good too! 💜

⭐Dumbo @cinnaminsvga [17.2k] // jjk x f.reader // s2l // 🥵😂😂

📝 you know what they say about boys with big noses… {or alternatively: jungkook has a big dick but he doesn’t know how to use it, but luckily you’re there to help.}

🗨️ This was just so fucking hilarious I don’t even know where to begin 😂 I don’t know how many times the word ‘dick’ or its many different variations is used in this fic, but damn it a lot, and damn is it fun! 🤣 There’s so many dick jokes it should be criminal! It was so good though, the story was just too funny, almost absurd (lol), but dammit it’s a new favorite! 💯

⭐Fool for You [completed series] @btsgotjams27 [24.9k] // jjk x f.reader // college!au, fake dating, s2f2l // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 when Jungkook is finally single, you shoot your shot.

🗨️ This is a short series and it’s really good— it’s cute, has angst and a happy ending ✨

⭐Make it Right @jungkxook [11.5k] // jjk x f.reader // band!au, exes to lovers // 🥵🌩️

📝 you’re wholeheartedly, madly in love with jungkook and yet you shouldn’t be because it’s been almost a year since you broke up with him. worst part of it all is that you know he’s still in love with you too.

🗨️ gaaaaahhh, I’m crying 😭 This was so beautiful, bittersweet 😭 I loved it so much and their love, omg, so pure, so precious. His song for her, I’m just like 😭 (can you tell I’m a sobbing mess?) Definitely a new favorites and I loved the fact that, they both knew they were broken, waiting for each other, and even though broken, they will heal and take it slow 😭💯

⭐Coffee Stain @oddinary4bts [1.9k] // jjk x f.reader // grief!au // 🌩️🌩️🌩️

📝 you grief, and it's the expression of your everlasting love for Jungkook.

🗨️ Do you want to cry, but not able too? Go and read this! It’s so fucking sad, but so incredible beautiful and sweet, it will make you tear up in now time. As said before, Ella just have a way with words, and in this one, they sure do hurt a lot 😭 But I fucking love it ✨

Welcome to this new section! This section features member x member stories— if you’re not into that, it’s okay, and you can just skip it. Otherwise enjoy 🥰

⭐Sunday Smut Book Club @gimmethatagustd [7.1k] // knj x myg // s2l // 🥵😂

📝 the cute librarian at Yoongi's local library hosts an adult-only book club. As a fanfiction smut writer himself, Yoongi is intrigued.

🗨️ this was just extremely funny and cute! 🥰 Also, I love that Yoongi writes fanfiction, and as I writer it was very relatable! It has a very ‘meta’/fourth wall feel too it 🤭 Which I fucking adore ✨

Welcome to this small section— it won’t be here every month, only when I’ve written something new, I’ll add it here, just to promote myself a little bit 🫶

⭐Till We Meet Again [11.4k]  // jjk x f.reader // childhood f2l, mermaid!au, fantasy!au, magical!au // 🥵🥰😂🪄

📝 when your childhood friend that you had a crush on, moved away out of the blue— you never thought you’d see him again. A night swim in the ocean will have you feeling delusional, but the voice that fills your ears— sweet like cotton candy, you’d recognize that voice anywhere, it’s Jungkook.

⭐Friendcation: wedding special [12.2k]  // myg x f.reader // established relationship, mechanic!yoongi, roadtrip!au // 🥵🥰😂

📝 Yoongi has done everything in his power to make your wedding truly special, what he couldn’t plan for was the rain. But fret not, a bit of rain will not make your day less special when it’s surrounded by friends and family. And your wedding night? Well, being pushed down into the sheets by Yoongi is easily one of your favorite things.

Thank you so much for reading my rec list, I hope you’ll reblog it to make it reach more people! There’s some insanely good reads on here ✨

I’m not sure I’ll get to read as much in July, because it’s summer holidays ☀️

☆ Crescent Bound series by @parkhabits | Werewolf AU | 32k+

☆ Tainted Souls series by @mininky | ?2l Vampire au, Canon Idol-verse | ?k

Kim Namjoon

☆ He Loves Me series by @bratzkoo | Sugar Daddy AU | 11k +epilogue to come

Kim Seokjin

☆ How to Fake A Boyfriend series by @bts-reveries | F2L Fake Dating AU, Youtuber AU, SMAU | ?k

☆ the taming of the bridezilla by @cinnaminsvga | F2L Fake Dating AU | 7k

☆ Arrogant by @dreamyjoons | FWB2L Uni AU | 7k

Min Yoongi

☆ bloom by @aquagustd | BBF AU | 15k

☆ want a taste by @suga-kookiemonster | S2F2L Mall AU, Rapper AU | 18k

☆ Private Lesson by @dntaewithluv | FWB2L Pianist AU | 6k

☆ what's poppin' by @joonberriess | Sugar Daddy AU, Canon Idol-verse | 2k

☆ angel by @joonberriess | Established Relationship, Canon Idol-verse | 7k

☆ honey bunny by @lonelyhobi | Established Relationship AU | 6k

☆ boseong breakfast by @honeymoonjin | S2F2L B&B AU | 24k

☆ subscribed by @aquagustd | S2L Uni AU, Camboy AU | 15k

☆ eargasm + eargasm, pt 2 by @lavishedinjimin | S2L Phone Sex AU, kind of Uni AU | 24k

☆ first love series by @clouditae | F2L Uni AU, Tattoo Artist AU | ?k

☆ skin deep series by @aquaminwrites | S2F2L Tattoo Artist AU | 47k

☆ ink petals by @yminie | S2F2L Florist AU, Tattoo Artist AU | 11k

☆ love is for the birds, baby by @mininky | (F)E2L Tattoo Artist AU, Author AU | 13k

☆ Arranged series by @minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong | ?2L Arranged Marriage AU, Chaebol AU | 111k

☆ punch drunk by @joonbird | R2L Boxer AU, Rival's Sister AU | 33k

☆ Sweet like Candy series by @lysjeon | E2L SMAU | ?k

☆ loser baby series by @dejayoonw | R2L SMAU, Witch AU, Uni AU, kind of Hogwarts AU | ?k

☆ heaven's winter by @jksangelic | Supernatural AU, Angel AU, Historical AU | 19k

☆ under the sun by @mirahuyooo | Greek Mythology AU, Greek Gods AU, Historical AU | 25k

Jung Hoseok

☆ baseline by @jiminrings | R2L Teacher AU | 3k

☆ Hot & Bothered by @sahmfanficbts | Gardener AU | 3k

☆ the art of war by @wwilloww | F2E2L Historical AU, Arranged Marriage AU, Royal AU | 5k

Park Jimin

☆ kiss the girl by @sketchguk | F2L Disneyland AU, Coworkers AU | 5k

☆ the happiest place on earth by @dovechim | F2L Disneyland AU, Coworkers AU | 24k

☆ florezco by @honeymoonjin | S2F2L Roommate AU | 24k

☆ Midnight Munchies by @yoongihime | Deliveryboy AU, Uni AU | 2k

Kim Taehyung

☆ good girls go bad series by @jkstompers | S2F2L Uni AU | 46k

☆ paper cranes by @aquaminwrites | F2L AU | 18k

☆ rubies and roses by @min-youngis | S2?2L Fake Dating AU, Chaebol AU | 40k

Jeon Jungkook

☆ Part-Time Lover by @sketchguk | Fake Marriage AU, Agent AU, Journalist AU, Spy x Family AU | 31k

☆ the art of series by @venusianguk | S2F2FWB2L Grocery Store AU, Single Parent AU | 95k+

☆ Heartbreak Trials by @dreamyjoons | R2L Roommate AU | 14k

☆ Stress Relief by @strawbkoo | F2L Roommate AU, Uni AU | 5k

☆ ego series by @suga-kookiemonster | F2L Uni AU, Fboy AU | 97k

☆ Confident series by @h0neypjm | FWB2L Uni AU, Fboy AU | 23k

☆ what money can buy by @jeonstudios | Sugar Baby AU | 18k

☆ rich people shit by @nochueso | S2L Uni AU, Chaebol AU, Sugar Daddy AU but you're the same age? idk | 11k

☆ Diamond in the Rough series by @kimvtae | S2F2L Chaebol AU | 25k

☆ glitter & disquiet series by @joheunsaram | Youtuber AU, Chaebol AU, CEO AU | 36k + drabble

☆ oxytocin by @chemicalpink | FE2L Chaebol AU, Arranged Marriage AU | 6k

☆ the lottery offering by @skswriting | S2L Werewolf AU, kind of Arranged Marriage AU | 22k

☆ to tame a god series by @jeonstudios | S2L Werewolf AU, Supernatural AU | 50k

☆ This Mortal Coil by @jinfizz | BFF2L Werewolf AU | 40k

☆ Temptation series by @aiimaginesbts | Werewolf AU | 25k

☆ Law of Nature by @ausblack | F2L Hybrid AU | ?k

☆ deal by @jeonstudios | S2L Demon AU | 20k

☆ calling you cool by @kithtaehyung | S2L Rock Band AU | 12k

☆ his by @thvhoe | R2L BBF AU, Band AU | 6k

☆ most undesirable by @kinktae | S2L Regency/Bridgerton AU | 5k

☆ bad delivery by @jeonstudios | Deliveryboy AU | 5k

☆ Accelerate series by @dreamscript | S2L Racer AU | 8k

Overall Favourite Authors (If I recc'd all their works like I want to/more than I have, I'd have to make this series even longer >.<)

☆ @eoieopda's masterlist

☆ @gimmethatagustd's masterlist

☆ @helenazbmrskai's masterlist

☆ @jeonstudios's masterlist

☆ @jjungkookislife's masterlist

☆ @jkstompers's masterlist

☆ @lovesickjoon's masterlist

☆ @sketchguk's masterlist

Full droids are the last thing you want. It’s impossibly difficult to handle, mostly because they’re too big to have to haul into your shop and disassemble. Also, it’s rare you can reuse everything on a decommissioned droid, there are always rusted broken parts, the batteries don’t charge anymore, the motor is faulty, this reason or another. You don’t want full droids, full bots are nothing more than a pain in the ass and you’ve been lucky that no one has used your dropbox as a scrap yard yet. There are shops that do take full bots though, so maybe people are just, thankfully, using their head and giving their decommissioned droids to someone who can actually scrap them properly.

This was wishful thinking though. You’ve only had your shop for a little while, a few months, so you had to expect that it would happen eventually. Someone would choose to either not pay attention or simply ignore your big, bright sign and drop a full droid on your doorstep. Which is exactly what you find when you step out of your shop in the morning, coffee in hand, opposite hand covering a yawn. You look down and sigh to yourself. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You groan, finding a droid sitting out next to your dropbox.

To the untrained eye, it would look like a dead body. You can see, however, the metal plating peeking out behind its ear, the slight tears in its synth skin, the way that its eyelids are half open, revealing black optics completely devoid of life. No, this is a droid, a really high tech one, and someone decided that rather than take it to an actual scrapper they were going to give it to you. You, a part engineer, a literal parts shop, so you can figure out what to do with it. It’s a step above just dropping it in a dumpster but then again, at least they didn’t do that. This planet can’t afford anymore decommissioned bots in landfills.

“Okay,” you mumble, reaching over to set your coffee on top of your drop box. The lid is sitting evenly on top of the box, so at least it’s not overfilled this morning. You crouch down next to it, fully planning on taking to your nearest scrapper. They might even pay you for it, as a business transaction. You reach out, turning the head of the bot this way and that, trying to find the serial number. The metal plating behind the ear is peeking out so you reach into your pocket, pulling out your multitool. You have to slice it a little further, this one is clearly more advanced, it’s not your run-of-the-mill house installation, this one is supposed to be human.

Not many models are supposed to look this human. You already have an idea as to what it could be, which kind of makes you anxious. 

The synth skin cuts easily, allowing you to see the metal plating along the skull. YJW040209 is stamped on the plating. Well, that’s confirmation in and of itself, serial numbers starting with letters belong to bots that are supposed to be more human than not. Great, this all just too much. Too much work, too many consequences if you fuck it up trying to restore it, no. This is not your problem. 

You turn to the bot, turning its head to face you. It’s got pretty features, shaggy black hair, big eyes, well shaped nose, heart shaped lips. It’s meant to be pretty, you can tell. You shuffle backwards to look at all of it, already knowing it’s going to be a pain to get into your shop. It’s long, for sure, with long limbs and a thin waist but broad shoulders. Oh yes, this is clearly a very particular kind of droid but you can’t leave it out here. Someone might actually think it’s a dead body so you stand up, sighing to yourself. 

You have to grab it from under the arms, and drag it back into your shop to get it off the street. You break a sweat doing this, this thing is heavy with mechanical parts, its insides must weigh a ton, the whole thing drags slowly across the floor of your workshop, the clothes it’s still wearing, presumably from its previous owner catching on the floor as you pull it. You groan with effort, dropping it in front of your droid rack and falling onto your ass. It lies, lifeless, on the floor of your workshop, eyes still half lidded. 

“Fucker,” you grumble to yourself, getting to your feet. “You are going to be such a pain in my ass,” you mumble, heading back to your shop door to get your coffee. It doesn’t react, battery dead, unmoving on the floor of your workshop.

You leave it lying there for a few hours, pulling a handful of other parts that are inside your drop box. There’s an arm, a defunct motor, some synapse wires that you can probably solder and sell for a pretty penny. A humanoid droid is completely useless without a synapse system and they tend to wear out pretty quickly, they sell well whenever you can fix them. You get to work on those first, as soon as you finish your breakfast upstairs in your apartment above your shop. You hesitate briefly, looking at the droid sitting on the floor of your shop, then shake your head to yourself. It can wait, it’s going to be a huge pain to deal with anyway. 

The synapse wires are mendable and you manage to untangle and solder a few of them back together by the time you get hungry for lunch. You lift your visor, sighing to yourself as you set your soldering iron aside. Your eyes fall on the droid still sitting on the floor of your shop, an empty husk. You figure you should probably do something about that. 

“Dammit,” you mutter to yourself. 

After lunch, you go through the arduous process of putting it on the rack, stringing up its arms and legs. You never use your rack for yourself, you just have it in the case of emergencies or installation if someone doesn’t know how to install a part they’ve bought from you themselves. This is the first time you’ve had to put a droid on it for you and you step back as soon as it’s clasped into place, crossing your arms over your chest, pursing your lips. 

“Well, I guess I should see if you turn on,” you say to yourself, looking it over. Scrappers sometimes still take functional droids but it’s more useful to them if it isn’t. Functional droids sell better when they’re in one piece, all of their originals and that’s not useful to a scrapper. You step around the rack, checking the back of its neck. The port is there, right at the nape, and you pull your charge cord out of the wall, plugging it into the port. You walk back around to the front, waiting to see if the battery and / or motor will turn on. 

A low hum starts to come from the droid, which tells you that the motor works but not very well. It probably needs to be cleaned, if you had to guess, but that requires opening the head and you don’t really want to do that. You wait, watching for a few more moments. The battery could be dead or it could just need some time to charge or the battery is legitimately broken. You watch to see if it’s eyes open. 

Under half mask eyelids, the optics suddenly turn on, turning white and then filling with brown irises. Its eyes slowly blink open and you groan to yourself. It works, the damn thing works. You can’t give this to a scrapper, they probably won’t even want it. Someone dropped a fully operational droid at your dropbox and now it’s your problem. Shit. 

“I’m,” it starts and then it glitches. “I’m⁠- I’m- I’m-”

“Stop,” you tell it and it silences itself, looking at you with its big, brown eyes. “Your motor is in bad condition and your battery is currently plugged in. I bet it’s the only way you can work,” you tell it and it simply blinks at you. “You’re going to need a lot of work to make you operational again.” 

“Will you- will you- scrap- scrap me?” It asks. It has a nice voice, soft and sweet. You shouldn’t have turned it on, you realize this as you’re looking at it stare back at you. Its eyes are big and earnest, staring at you openly, curiously. It doesn’t look scared but bots like these aren’t supposed to feel scared. Whatever it’s programming, you’re not quite sure but, you know it’ll accept whatever you tell it. You don’t like that, it pulls at your heart strings. This is why you hate droids, you’ve never owned one before and you didn’t think you ever would. But this one… well…

“No,” you sigh, already knowing in your heart that you couldn’t do it. Looking at bots in pieces is a lot easier to stomach than looking at it in full form. If you came to you already disassembled, maybe you would have an easier time calling it a droid and reusing its parts, but in one piece? Looking at you? There’s no way.

“Name,” you say.

“Yang- Yang Jung- Jungwon,” it stutters out. Its vocal board is all messed up, you’ll need to fix that. 

“Owner.” 

“L-” It glitches, hard. Eyes turning white, mouth suddenly closing. You watch as the body shudders, like it can’t control itself. When its brown eyes return, jaw unclenching, it sags against the clasps, like it’s physically exhausted. It seems to have completely forgotten your command, it doesn’t try to tell you it’s owner again. 

Whoever owned this bot, they knew a thing or two about droids. They probably tore something out of its motor, the memory processing would be your best guess. Normally commands like yours would be easily answered, but it glitched so hard just trying to answer your owner question there’s no doubt in your mind, it doesn’t know anymore. They did it on purpose, either because they didn’t want someone to know they used to own this thing or they already planned on dropping it somewhere they weren’t supposed to. They wouldn’t be the first to do something like that, even though you’ve never experienced it yourself. Droids like these are expensive, yes, but owning one of these is a tell-tale sign you’re keeping it for more than just household chores. 

“Okay,” you mumble to yourself. “You’re gonna need some work,” you say, looking it up and down. “Good thing I know how to fix you.” 

“You- You’ll fix- fix me?” It asks, blinking at you. 

“I guess.” 

It takes weeks to get it in working order again. You have to undress it and then open it up and you realize, whoever had this droid knew far more about droids than you expected. It’s completely torn apart on the inside, the synapses are all messed up, the motor is dusty and missing several pieces, there’s corrosion on the battery. You have to fix everything, and before you know it, Jungwon has become your pet project. 

Between normal working hours, or after the shop is closed, or before you open, you’re going through your stash of parts and trying to put Jungwon back together. You have a lot of pieces and parts already at your disposal so it’s kind of nice, being able to basically build him back up. (Calling him ‘it’ just didn’t suit you, ‘him’ is a better pronoun, especially when you have to open him up below the waist.) You try to keep as many of his original parts as possible, his optics for sure, his eyes are beautiful, and his vocal board even though you have to fix it, you don’t want to ruin that voice. Over time, he starts to be functional again, a clean motor, a new battery (which you had to buy but it’s a higher volt so he should run for longer without being plugged in), and when you plug him back in once it’s all installed, his eyes seem brighter. 

“Hello, I’m Companion Bot, serial number YJW040209, but you can call me Jungwon,” he introduces himself. “And you are?” 

“Very impressed,” you say and he smiles, clearly understanding that that’s not your name. It’s a normal reboot answer, he’s not humming, his battery is working and all your work seems to be paying off. You grin to yourself when you realize he has a built in dimple. How cute. “But you can call me Y/N, or noona.” 

“Noona is an honorific and can mean big sister,” he tells you. “Noona suits me just fine.” 

“Wonderful.” You look back into his open chest, watching the electronic panel on the front of the battery blink as it slowly fills with power. “You still have a long way to go, but it seems like you’re working just fine. I’ll turn you off for now,” you say, reaching up to find the button beside his port at the nape of his neck. 

“No!” He says and you’re startled, jerking back in surprise. “I mean, you don’t have to turn me off. I don’t mind being on while you work on me.” 

“Uhm,” you swallow. “You have a lot of work that needs doing, Jungwon.” He smiles gently at you when you say his name, causing you to smile back. “Your synapses are all messed up, your battery components should be replaced, the corrosion from the previous one might cause them to break.” You step back, looking down at his hips. “And I only opened you up below the waist once, I should really make sure that’s all in working order, you might have a leak⁠—” 

“I don’t mind,” he says and you meet his eyes again. “Please don’t turn me off again.” Your expression softens at the way he phrases it, blinking his big eyes at you. 

“I’ll make you a deal,” you tell him and he tilts his head at you. “I’ll turn you off just to make sure your battery and motor are working, I have a few pieces that still need replacing and I can’t do it with you being on right now. But after I make sure those are all working, I’ll turn you back on and let you be awake during the rest of the work, okay?” He frowns at you and you smile gently. “I can’t fix those with you being on, it might hurt me. You don’t want to hurt me, do you?” He shakes his head. You gently rest your hand on the side of his neck, fingering the power button. “Okay then. Just rest for now, Jungwon.” 

“Okay, noona.” You press the button and his eyes slide closed, going dark behind the synth skin. You step back, looking at the inside of his chest. The battery panel continues to glow as it charges even though Jungwon is powered down. You cross your arms over your chest, sighing to yourself. What he called himself sticks in your brain, a Companion Bot. 

You do a bit of research on your own, not that you haven’t previously, but now that you have a name to what he is, you can dive a little deeper. All synthetic human droids (that’s their official name) are pretty much the same, they take the same batteries, the same motors, a lot of their parts are interchangeable, but Companion Bots are so much more than just droids. 

You find yourself in a pretty sketchy part of the internet when you search Companion Bot, realizing that these things are little more than fucking machines. You can get them in female or male and they come with all sorts of bells and whistles, it turns out. It explains what you found when you opened Jungwon up below the waist, a far too realistic and oversized penis attached to the crotch, a tank in his thigh with tubing attached. He’s basically just a fucking machine, that’s what he was built for. You can program them to do other things, in fact websites that advertise them boast their ability to be able to program their “sexual appetite” and that the more you use them the better lovers they become. You end up closing the internet with a flush in your cheeks and heat pooling in your stomach. You’re not surprised but it is a little more than you wanted to know.

When you return to working in Jungwon in the morning you close his chest, and crouch down to open him up below the waist. He’s been nude since you decided to start working on him but you also removed the… oversized endowment since you began, not wanting it to be a distraction as you tried to fix him. It’s sitting in his parts box somewhere but it’s not important right now as you unbolt the seam of his hips, opening him up. 

The tank in his thigh has a spigot that you can unplug, so you drop a bucket underneath it, opening it up to let it drain. You’re not sure how to feel as white liquid pours from the spigot into the bucket, translucent and thick. You don’t need to check, you know what that is and you look away, trying to figure out the rest of the functions down below. 

All the synapses down here seem to be a little more… worn, not that it surprises you. Maybe you should’ve spent more time down here before you turned him on, in your original once over you didn’t look too closely at any of the wiring, assuming it would be the same as all the other droids you’ve seen. Clearly, you were so wrong, discovering a plethora of wiring in his hips, weaving and threading through the walls and in the cavity. You look over when you don’t hear the trickle of liquid anymore, realizing that the tank is empty. 

The tank, which holds so much more liquid than you thought. The bucket isn’t very big but it’s at least half full of white, milky liquid and you move it away so you can inspect the tank itself. It’s welded well, it doesn’t seem to be leaking anywhere, the last thing a droid needs is an internal leak, especially one like this. The tubing could do with replacing though and you make a mental note to do that. 

Wait. Replacing the tubing? Do you really need to do that? You’re not going to use this droid. Not for… for that. You don’t need to replace it. You don’t even need to put that dildo back on it if you don’t want to. 

Unless you plan on selling him? Maybe you could. Maybe if you put him back together, you could sell Jungwon for a lot of money. And really, what’s the worst thing about replacing all of his parts. He works better than before? Hm, could be worth it. 

Yeah, you’ll replace the tubing. Why not? You should probably make sure that dildo works too, just to be safe. 

You have to order the parts online, because of course, no normal droid shop has those items. You didn’t think they would, so you wait for them to be delivered, closing Jungwon up and dumping out the bucket. You keep up with your other work in the meantime, checking your dropbox, repurposing other parts, mending pieces. It’s during one these days that a friend of yours comes to visit. 

“I thought you would’ve given up on it by now,” she says when you let her into the shop. You roll your eyes, hopping up onto your workshop table. “I’m kind of surprised it’s going so well. There’s only about a thousand parts shops in the city,” she points out, leaning on the table. 

“Well, the dropbox is pretty useful,” you reply. 

“I bet it is,” she comments, eyes scanning the shop. They stop on your rack. “What is that?” She says, pointing towards your rack. You look over, having forgotten all about Jungwon. He’s sort of… just a part of your shop now, hanging on your rack at all hours, still powered down as you wait for the parts to come in. She pushes off from the workshop table, approaching him. You follow closely behind. 

“Someone didn’t read the sign on my box,” you say, putting your hands on your hips while she inspects the droid. “I’ve been trying to put him back together. Figured he might be worth some money if I can resell him.” 

“A fortune, you mean,” she says, knowingly. She leans away from him, crossing her arms over her chest. “Do you even know what this thing is?” 

“I’ve done my research,” you reply. “He was in pretty rough condition when he was dropped but he’s almost working now.” 

“I would keep it,” she says and you look at her with wide eyes. “What?” She laughs. “These things are so expensive and it’s not like you have a boyfriend.” You glance away, running an anxious hand through your hair. Your job keeps you pretty busy and being an mech engineer is kind of a turn off for some guys. You’ve never really had a chance to date, but she doesn’t need to point it out. “Could be worthwhile to keep it around. Y’know… when you get frustrated.” She winks at you. 

“I don’t need a droid to do that for me,” you tell her, but your skin feels hot. “I have toys for a reason.” 

“Would it not just be a big toy?” She points out. “Could be kind of fun. It’s cute,” she says, looking at it again. Jungwon is hanging limp, powered down, but the way she’s looking at it makes you uncomfortable. You can’t figure out why. 

“Yeah, I guess,” you say. “Hey, you wanted to get lunch, right?” She looks back over at you. “Let’s go, before it gets late.” 

“Okay,” she giggles, glancing over her shoulder at it as she turns to leave.

She doesn’t bring Jungwon up again at lunch but you come back from the meal giving him a long once over. You managed to replace the parts you could get from shops or were dropped in your box, fresh, new connectors on the battery, resoldered the pieces in the motor, there are only a few synapses that you have to fix inside. You don’t think too hard about it, the battery is charged to full after all, so you press the power button. He’s not even attached to the cord anymore, and he powers up immediately. His eyes light up, optics blinking alive as he turns on, looking at you. 

“Hello, noona,” he greets you and you smile. 

“Your battery’s in perfecting working order. Let’s make sure your motor works too, hm?” You say and he grins at you. 

His motor works perfectly, as you suspected. You’ve spent enough time fixing it, it doesn’t hum, he doesn’t glitch and his voice is just the same. He can carry on full conversations now, sometimes even chatting with you as you work on other parts in your workshop when you’re not working on him. You’ve been hesitant to work on him while he’s awake anyway, he said he was fine with it but still… the idea of working on a droid while it’s on kind of freaks you out. 

He notices though. Of course he does. 

“Am I fixed?” He asks once while you’re sorting through a series of parts that have been dropped in your box. Nothing too exciting, a few bits and bobs, more scrap parts than anything. You’ll have to repurpose them if you want to sell them. You’re surprised to hear him talking to you and you look over across the workshop to see him staring at you. “Have you finished fixing me?” He asks and you sigh. 

“No,” you admit, thinking of the box of parts that came in two days previous. It’s the tubing and the… synthetic liquid you got to fill his tank. You managed to finish cleaning it out while he was powered down but you’ll need to refill it if you want to sell. 

If you sell him. 

“Why not?” He asks. 

“I just haven’t gotten to it yet,” you say, staring down at the parts on your table. 

“You can finish fixing me while I’m on,” he says and you look at him, hesitant. “I don’t mind. You want to finish fixing me, don’t you?” 

“Of course.” 

“So?” He blinks at you, eyes wide and innocent. At least, he seems innocent, you’re not so sure. Can a bot built to have sex really be innocent? That’s a moral question, perhaps. One you don’t have the answer to. “I would like to be fixed.” He tells you and you sigh.

“Okay,” you say. You step out behind the table, walking towards him. He watches you with unwavering eyes as you approach him. “You really don’t mind?” You ask and he shakes his head. You pick your drill up from the table, and step up to his chest cavity. “Alright.” You unbolt his chest cavity, opening him up. 

It’s a little unsettling, in the beginning, Jungwon’s eyes watching you as you put your visor on and solder his synapses. What’s more distracting, however, are the little noises he makes when you fix them, gasping and humming under the electric sound of your soldering iron. You grow used to it, though, soldering the pieces of him back together while he’s awake. You start to expect the gasp he lets out when you touch his synapses with the iron. The little hum he lets out when you coat them with rubber, closing them up. You reach in with rubber gloved hands, adjusting his wires, tucking them into place and listen for the little gasp he makes when you run your fingers over exposed metals. 

Maybe you’re dragging it out, you think, taking your time making sure all of his wiring works, making sure he’s completely functional. Thoughts that are easy to ignore when you attach a battery connector to those wires, telling him you’re checking his wiring and watch as his eyes flutter closed, mouth falling open when you send shocks through his synapses. When you stop he pants like he’s got lungs, shivering with aftershocks from your tests. There’s something erotic about it, disconnecting the connectors and listening to him moan under his breath when you do. 

When you close him up for the final time, sure there’s nothing else to do inside his chest cavity, he watches you with intent eyes. You bolt him up and sew his synth skin back together, the synthetic skin mending itself seamlessly when you do so. You look up at his face, the droid still hung up on the rack he’s been attached to this whole time. 

“All done,” you tell him.

“In there,” he says and you nod. “What about underneath?” 

“Don’t you want a break?” You suggest. 

“But you’re so close to finishing me,” he insists and you smile gently at him. “Don’t you want to finish me, noona?” 

Every time Jungwon insists on being done, it drives you that much closer to insanity. Convincing yourself to sell him as soon as he’s done is going to be so hard. You already know it. But you can’t keep him, what’s the use? It’s just a droid, a droid that you don’t even need. No, you need to sell him. As soon as he’s finished, as soon as he’s in perfect working order, you’re going to sell him. You have to. 

“Tomorrow,” you tell him and he pouts. You gently touch his cheek. “We’ve been at this all night, and I need some time to rest. I’ll work on your hips tomorrow.” 

“Okay,” he relents. You smile up at him, and then step back. “Rest well, noona,” he says and you sigh. 

“I will. Good night, Jungwon.” 

When you return in the morning he’s in sleep mode, of course he is. He goes into battery reserve whenever you’re not working on him, he always does. You go out, check the drop box, set up your workshop with a granola bar sticking out of your mouth. Normal morning things, glancing up every so often to check and see when Jungwon wakes up. He stays in reserve for quite awhile, which isn’t a surprise. You were up late last night to finish him.

He wakes up when you’re finishing oiling an elbow joint, checking the synapses with your battery connector, making sure it works. You glance up to see him blinking his eyes open, looking across the workshop at you. 

“Good morning,” you greet him and he smiles back. 

“Good morning, noona.” 

You unbox the parts that you’ve had hiding under your workshop table in front of him that night, his hips open in front of you. His box of extra parts is sitting open next to you as well, most of them are unusable, pieces you had to replace, even the old tubing is shoved in there now, but there’s also that part of him you’ve yet to reconnect. 

“Are you going to put me back together?” He asks, watching you pull out a loop of tubing. 

“That’s the plan,” you agree. “Maybe even back to how you were before,” you offer with a smile. 

“Would you like me to be like that?” He asks and you sigh, pausing. 

“It doesn’t matter what I would like,” you tell him. “Jungwon,” you look up at him and he blinks down at you, “you know I’m not going to keep you, right?” 

“Why not?” He asks, innocently. 

“Because I don’t need you.” 

“I’m not a necessary bot,” he tells you and you sigh again, looking back down at the box. “I’m not needed for any particular reason, I’m a luxury bot. Needing me isn’t a reason to not keep me. Don’t you like me?” 

“Of course,” you agree.

“Then you should keep me.” 

“It’s not that simple.” 

“Humans make things more complicated than necessary,” he says, almost to himself. You look back up at him, seeing him tilting his head back, looking up at the ceiling. “If you like it, you should have it.”

You can’t even deny that. Maybe he’s right. Rather than argue though, you keep unpacking the parts box, staring hard at the industrial sized tube of synthetic cum you bought. You don’t need him, you have no use for him. Especially not for something like this. 

You fall back into the rhythm of soldering his synapses, listening to the sound of his little noises. It makes you smile, hearing him gasp and hum and moan as you fix all the connections. Whoever used him last used him a lot, enough to wear him down pretty well. They also didn’t keep up with his maintenance, which does sort of bother you. What’s the point in owning something, especially if you understand droids, if you’re not going to take care of it? You make sure to wrap every connection in rubber, taking extra care to make sure all the connections are strong, that all the synapses are functional. 

The sound of Jungwon’s moans when you do so is just a bonus. 

You replace his tubing and fill the tank last, sighing heavily as you fill it with the liquid. It’s all a little too realistic, the synthetic white liquid dripping into the tank slowly. You set the tube aside once it’s full, making sure the tubing that runs from the tank is firmly in place, sealed with rubber seal. You connect the tubing to the front panel, and then sigh to yourself, looking at the two boxes beside you. 

Impulsively, you bought a different penis attachment for him. This one is smaller, average size and realistic looking. The other is realistic too but far too big to be considered a normal. You hesitate for a second, unsure which one to attach. Jungwon doesn’t say anything, which you are silently thankful for. After a series of moments you pick the new one up out of the box, cutting open the plastic with your multitool. 

“The other one isn’t to your liking?” He asks and you bite your lip, peeling open the plastic. 

“It was used,” you say, clearing your throat when you hear how rough your voice sounds all of a sudden. “I cleaned it but… if I plan on selling you I wouldn’t want to sell you with a used part. That’s… not safe. Unsanitary.” You pull the attachment out, running your fingers over it. “Besides, this is much more appropriate. The other one is too big.” 

“I see,” Jungwon says, voice deceptively light. 

With it still open, you attach the fake penis to the front of the panel, making sure the tubing is lined up. The electronics catch, Jungwon gasping above you. You don’t dare look, the implication of this a little too much for you. The synapses seem to be all lined up though, which is a good sign. You pull back, closing the panels of his hips once everything seems to be connected correctly. 

“I think that’s everything,” you say, closing him up. “You’re done,” you tell him, picking up your drill to bolt him closed. 

“I’m fixed?” He asks and you nod, closing the panels and then sewing the synthetic skin closed down the middle and then around the base of the penis attachment, underneath the balls. You shuffle back, standing up once he’s all closed up. You look away, the realism of the penis attachment a little too much, like you shouldn’t be looking at it. You look at his face instead, Jungwon looking at you softly. “You finished me?” He asks and you nod.

“You’re finished,” you agree. “I think I’ve done all I can do. You’re practically a new droid.” 

“Can I come down now?” He asks and you hesitate.

Two months. He’s been hooked up to the droid rack for two whole months. You’ve not even taken him down for a second, not even since he’s been functional. The rack has kept him safe and immobile while you worked on his insides, making sure his motor worked, his battery is functional. Taking him down is the next step, right? What if his joints don’t work, what if there are other parts of him that need work? You should take him down, right?

“Yeah,” you say but for some reason your heart trembles in your chest. “Uhm, sure,” you agree. You step towards him again, reaching up for the clasps around his wrists.

You unfasten the clasps around his wrists, his ankles, and then step back to flip the switch, disconnecting the piece that holds onto his spine, keeping him still. You walk back around to see Jungwon step down from the rack, stretching and moving. He seems almost human like this, rubbing his wrists and testing his joints. You watch with bated breath as he gets his bearings. 

“How do you feel?” You ask. 

“I feel great,” he tells you with a grin. “I don’t remember the last time I functioned this well.” 

“Good,” you say, sighing with relief. “Your joints and everything too. You’re not sticking, everything’s well lubricated?”

“No, everything works,” he assures you and you lean back against the work table with a smile. 

“Good, I’m glad.” You watch him step towards you, blinking a couple times. “You look a little confused. That’s okay, I don’t know how long you were out of commission before you were given to me. Give it some time, you just need⁠—” Jungwon closes the distance between you, resting his hands on your waist. You rest a hand on his shoulder. “Jungwon?” 

“Thank you,” he says, causing your brow to crease. “For fixing me. I appreciate it.” You smile gently at him. “But we don’t know that everything works.” You tilt your head at him. Jungwon grips your waist, picking you up. You gasp, grabbing at his shoulders as he puts you on the table. He steps between your spread legs, chest to chest with you. Your breath catches in your chest as he presses into your space. “Don’t you want to make sure all of me works?” 

“I…” you swallow, “Jungwon.” 

“You can’t sell me without knowing if all of me works,” he says, one of his hands slowly making its way up your body, smoothing up your waist, cupping your breast over your shirt. You gasp when he squeezes gently, leaning in closer. “What if I break, noona?” 

“You won’t, I- I just-” he presses a kiss to your cheek, and your eyes flutter closer. His mouth is satin soft, dragging down your face, under your jaw, along your neck. “Jungwon. Stop.” He stops abruptly, pulling away from you, hand dropping away. 

“Noona,” he whines, pouting at you. “That’s not fair.” 

“I can’t sell you used,” you warn him. 

“Then don’t sell me,” he says. He grabs you by the waist again, leaning in close. It’s on the tip of your tongue, you can tell him to stop, but you don’t, Jungwon pressing his forehead to yours. “Keep me. I’m all yours.” 

“But- I-” He kisses you, cutting you off. 

His mouth is soft but firm against yours, his hands going for the button of your jeans. It surprises you, how intent he is, how much he wants you. He’s a droid, he doesn’t want, and yet he’s pulling at your clothes, unbuttoning and unzipping your jeans, trying to push them down your hips. You writhe against him, trying to push him off you, his mouth on yours stopping you from stopping him. You can’t say anything if his tongue is in your mouth, if his lips are on yours. 

Your jeans tear, you hear the sound of ripping denim in your ears, gasping against his mouth. Jungwon’s strength is so much more than that of a human’s, you nearly forgot what kind of thing you’re dealing with. He literally rips them off of you, the torn shreds of your jeans falling to the floor as he pulls them down your hips. You try to push him off but he’s not done with you. His hands grab at your panties next, ripping the cotton like tissue paper in his hands. 

When he pulls back, finally, you’re undressed from the waist down, the ripped pieces of your clothes on the floor of your workshop. You gasp for air, digging your fingers into his bare shoulders. 

“Jungwon-” You gasp. 

“Don’t tell me to stop,” he warns you, mouth still close to yours. “Or I’ll have to take what I want.”

“You’re a droid,” you remind him. “You’re not supposed-” 

“I’m not supposed to want you?” He asks, mouth ghosting over your cheek, down to your jaw. “What was I supposed to do? Just let you keep playing with me? Just let you keep putting your hands inside of me, playing with my insides, making me moan for you? Did you think that that wouldn’t have consequences?” His lips press to your pulse, fluttering under his lips. “Do you know what I could do to you, noona? Do you have any idea what I’m capable of?” 

“Jungwon⁠-”

“Pretty noona,” he purrs into your throat, letting his hand slip between your thighs, spreading your legs further open with his other hand. You jerk when his fingertips touch your folds, dipping between them to play with your entrance, sliding up and down your folds to touch your clit. “I’m gonna make you moan the same way you made me moan. I’m gonna make you feel like I did when you kept that battery connected to my wires. You’re gonna beg me to stop.” 

“Fuck,” you curse as he presses his fingers up into you, stretching you open. You’re already wet, getting wetter as he rubs his fingertips against your walls. Slowly, agonizingly, Jungwon drags his fingertips against your walls, thrusting slowly, letting his fingers scissor and press and rub against your walls, playing with you. It shocks pleasure up and down your spine, your mouth falling open as your gasp, squirming against him. 

It goes on forever, it feels like, the way Jungwon keeps playing with you, shoving his fingers in only to pull them out slowly, rubbing against your walls. Over and over and over again, your head falling back and moans falling from your lips, gasping and sighing. Jungwon’s mouth works over your throat as you moan for him, humming against the front of your neck as he finger fucks you. 

His fingers reach so deep inside of you and when he curls his fingers up you yelp, hips bucking against his hand. He chuckles, the tone sinister to your ears. You curse your reaction when he presses his fingers in again, pushing his fingers up against the spot, rubbing torturously against it. You whine, hips writhing, causing him to hold you down against the table as he prods against your walls, purposefully shoving his fingers back against the place that makes you whine. When he jabs his fingertips into it you scream, hips bucking, back arching. He cups his free hand over your mouth to silence you, lifting his head from your neck to meet your eyes, watering with the bridled pleasure he’s been forcing you to take. 

“Shhh,” he shushes you. “You don’t want someone to hear you, do you? What would happen if someone walked in here right now, watching me play with your insides?” He prods at your walls again, making your eyes roll back, mouth falling open behind his hand. “You’re so much more fun to play with than I thought, noona. So soft and warm inside.” He pulls his fingers out only to push them back in, stretching you around the digits. “Is it more fun than when you put your hands inside of me? Does it feel just as good?”

“I’m gonna come,” you mumble into his hand. Jungwon grins. “Jungwon, please.” you plead, fingertips digging helplessly into his shoulders. 

“What makes you think you deserve to?” He asks, and you cry into his hand. “What makes you think that after the way you played with me you should get relief? I never got any relief, pushed to the edge over and over and over again.” He fucks his fingers into you with every word, making you sob into his palm. “You’ll come when I let you come, noona. You’ll come when I think you deserve it.” 

You start to lose track of reality, the longer he keeps you spread out on the table, fingers pushed into your pussy, rubbing and dragging his digits against your walls, edging you. So many times you get close to coming only for him to pull his fingers away from that gland inside of you that’ll get you there. Tears build in your eyes, dripping down your cheeks, Jungwon’s hand keeping you quiet as you writhe and sob against him. He chuckles meanly as you buck and rock against his hand, trying to come and not being able to. 

“What’s wrong?” He mocks you, spreading his fingers, stretching your pussy around them. “Are you close?” It’s nothing short of diabolical, the way Jungwon keeps you on edge. The way he pushes you right there only to take it away from you, over and over again. Your cunt is soaked from the way he keeps building your arousal to the edge, dripping all over his hand, creating a puddle of slick on the table underneath you. You’re not sure it isn’t about to drip over the edge of the table onto your workshop floor, with how long he’s been fingering you. 

Finally, he slips his fingers out of you, letting his hand drop away from your mouth. You suck in a deep breath, collapsing against his shoulder. You’re so strung out you’re shaking, clinging desperately to him. 

“Please,” you gasp.

“Please what?” He whispers in your ear, circling your clit with a fingertip. It makes sparks shiver up and down your spine, your whole body trembling with need. 

“Please, I need to come,” you whine, tears still dripping down your cheeks. “Please, please, please.” 

“Will you take what I give you?” He asks and you nod, helpless to do anything but agree, mind fogged with need. “You’ll do whatever I say, won’t you?” Jungwon takes you by the jaw, tilting your head up. You look into his eyes, half mast and glowing dimly. There’s something you can’t understand in your aroused haze behind those eyes, but it doesn’t matter to you. All that matters is the heat in your hips, the way you need to come. “Answer me,” he demands, holding you tighter by the jaw.

“Yes,” you cry. “Yes, anything.” 

He shoves you down with the hand on your jaw, back flush to the tabletop. Parts fall off of your workshop table from how hard he pushes you down, pinning you. His free hand lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, the other falling from your jaw to grab the collar of your shirt. You watch as he lowers his head to your collar, taking it between his teeth, tearing it with his teeth and his hand, right down the middle. Most of your clothes are in shreds around you, leaving you only in your bra. He tears the center of your bra with his teeth too, revealing your breasts to him, which he tenderly cups in his hand. 

“So pretty,” he coos. “I knew you would be so beautiful, noona.” He pinches your nipple, making you cry out, back arching off the table. “I didn’t know you’d be this easy though.” He leans over you, and taking your nipple into his mouth, laving over it with his tongue. Your hands come up to his head, holding him to you as he sucks at your breast, your hips bucking uselessly in the air. He moans against your chest, pulling gently at your nipple with his teeth. When he lets go, he leans back, your hands falling away as he takes his cock, thick and pearling at the tip with synthetic lubricant, in hand. 

Once aligned with your entrance, he shoves it into you in one swift, hard thrust, making you cry out. Your hands grip uselessly at the table, unable to grab anything to hold onto. Jungwon holds you by the hips, fucking into you hard, pistoning his hips into you at a mechanical pace, so fast you can’t even think. All you can do is writhe underneath him, whining and moaning, nothing less than a human cocksleeve for him. 

When he nudges against your g spot you scream again, Jungwon’s hand leaving your hip to cover your mouth again, muffling your screams. He’s relentless, railing you within an inch of your sanity, holding you so tightly there’s sure to be bruises on your skin. Tears spill down your cheeks as you scream, your orgasm crashing over you.

You come and then keep coming. Jungwon doesn’t stop even as you scream, cum and slick gushing out of you and all over his cock. The droid doesn’t stop, fucking you oversensitive, orgasm after over sensitive orgasm shuddering through you. More and more cum spills out of you, squelching lewdly as he fucks you, all over the table, dripping wetly to the floor of your workshop. 

“I can’t!” You scream into the hand over your mouth.

“Then make me come,” he demands. You sob into the hand over your mouth, body too fucked out and limp to clench around the cock bullying your insides. You have no idea when it’s going to stop, when he’ll come, your body nothing more than a cocksleeve for him as he keeps drilling your pussy, fucking you mindless. 

When it stops, when his hips finally still, you’re thankful for all of a second until you gasp, eyes rolling back when you feel your pussy being filled. A thick wetness fills you, the cock shoved inside you pulsing wetly, an imitation of a real cock. When the sensation is done shuddering through you, you look up at Jungwon to see just the whites of his optics, body shivering as he comes. When you look down, between your legs, you watch as white liquid pours out of you, gushing all over his cock and dripping down his hips. 

You never checked the settings. You have no idea what the settings were for his sex mechanics. Not that you think it would’ve made a big difference but it takes a full 30 seconds for him to stop coming. When he does, he pulls out and you whimper, feeling synthetic cum gushing out of your cunt. You can hear it dripping to the floor.

“Oh my God,” you sigh, going limp against the table. 

You truly believe that you’re going to be cleaning this up yourself, feeling like your brain is slowly resolidifying in your skull after all of that. You’re too exhausted to move, content to stay on the table until your joints start to function again. You’re surprised by the arms that slide under your back and knees, picking you up. You flail momentarily and then grab for his neck, Jungwon holding you against his chest. 

“Would you like a bath or a nap?” He asks and you lean your head against his shoulder, a tired smile on your lips. 

“A bath and then a nap.” You tighten your hold around his neck. “And then for you to hold me.” 

“Yes, noona," he coos, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

Needless to say, you don’t sell Jungwon. You don’t think you ever could.

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f2l, fuckboy(?)!jimin, small bit of smut towards the beginning, fluff, angst, you want to beat up MC, one shot

dr park with his smiley faces @1uvtae 8.8k

dr!jimin, s2f2l, angst(?), fluff, one shot

oh what a world (AO3) @/cutechim 141.4k

idol!au, s2l, angst, fluff, smut, series, WAAHHH i loved this so much so cute for no reason

starlight starbright @readyplayerhobi 17.5k

dad!jimin, s2l, fluff, smut, one shot, jimin and his daughter are so CUUUTTTEEE bro. his tattoo 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

believe it @writtenwhalien 28.5k

sort of high school! au, s2f2e2l, fluff, angst, smut, jimin just wants to protect reader :,)

the boyfriend concept @kpopfanfictrash 22k

pornstar!jimin, fluff, angst, smut, honestly the cutest ending ever

shake shack @kth1 14.4k

acquaintances2l, chim is adorable as always, fluff, smut

like i said at the end of my last fic rec post, if any of you have recommendations for me, please send them through!! my inbox is OPEN and i am always looking for more things to read!

fluff- ♾️

angst- Ω

smut- ☻

crack/humor- ☼

i would sell my liver to read this again for the first time- ¶

Kim Seokjin

Turn Back Time- @raplinesmoon ♾️☼Ω☻

''pairing: baseball player!Seokjin x doctor!reader (based on the movie 13 Going On 30) genres/au/rating: fluff, humour, angst, smut, time travel au, 18+ summary: After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?''

Every Year- @another-army-spot ♾️Ω☻

''Pairing: Jin x Reader, some implied Yoongi x reader and Namjoon x reader

Word: 15.6K

Genre: friends-to-lovers!au, richkids!au, chef!Jin, bookworm!oc, hard fluff, smut angst?

Summary:  As the daughter of the Kim’s closest friends, you’ve attended their extravagant annual New Year’s party since the year you were born.  No matter what you always spend time with your favorite childhood friend, Jin, who has always been there for you.  Here are the highlights of you and Jin realizing just how important you two are to each other.''

Let's get married as a joke- @burningupp Ω♾️

''Genre: angst, fluff

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x reader

Wordcount: 8210 (I’m so sorry)

Summary: Your best friend Jin has always had a talent of getting you into trouble. Maybe that’s why you’re not surprised that he asks you to marry him as a joke - or that you agree.''

friends get married all the time- @hobipost♾️

''The silly promise you made ten years ago comes back to bite your asses, and you’re both too weak to pretend it never happened

pairing: seokjin x f. reader

genres/tropes: friends to lovers, fluff

words: 2k+''

Min Yoongi

series:

The Truth Between Us- @jimlingss @gukyi ♾️Ω ☼ ¶

“⇒ summary: a book deal should be the most exciting time of your life, but there seems to be a constant and omnipresent damper on your mood in the form of a certain min yoongi, who you would just cut out from your life, if he weren’t your editor. but then, the world shifts beneath your feet, and you begin to wonder if maybe you’ve always been looking at life from the wrong angle.

⇒ enemies to lovers au with various other au’s thrown in there

⇒ word count: 14k (first chapter)

⇒ genre: fluff, angst, drama”

Dating advice- @taleasnewastime ♾️Ω☻

''Summary: It’s been months – ok, it’s been years – since you last went on a date. And you’re sick of it. Sick of seeing couples kissing and holding hands in the street. Sick of your friends settling down. Sick of everyone buying houses and having families. You’re going to do something about it. You’re going to snap up a man, you’re going to tie someone down, you’re going to finally commit, you’re going to – you’re going to need a bit of advice.

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: fluff; angst; smut

Word count: 54k

Status: Complete''

unexpected lovers- @jjkeverlast ♾️Ω☻

''-> pairing artist!yoongi x female reader

-> genre fake dating!au, romantic comedy

-> summary what happens when you meet min yoongi at the club, or well accidentally use him as your pawn to not get hit on. not knowing your cousins friend overhears and suddenly your whole family knows.

-> word count 19.8k''

Only Yesterday- @borathae ♾️☻Ω ¶

'' “Your life in a small countryside village was nothing of the extraordinary, you owned a quaint little teashop, enjoyed warm evenings in your garden and liked taking walks by the river. One day a handsome stranger moves in the abandoned cottage opposite side of the river and it is not long that he becomes a source of comfort in your life.”

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: s2l!AU, Neighbours!AU, Teashop!AU, Slice of Life!AU, Romance, Fluff, Smut

Warnings: This is a very feel good story, meant to comfort the soul and warm the heart. However it contains talks about car accidents and memory loss, as well as sexually explicit scenes. If you are sensitive to such topics I advise you read with care. 

Wordcount: 78.620''

Signed in Black- @yoon-kooks♾️☻

''Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Soulmate!AU, BadBoy!AU, FLUFF, Smut [in future chapters]

Summary: Min Yoongi. That was the name magically tattooed to your skin. You were told he was your lover by fate. And as cute as it would be to have a soulmate, Yoongi was the last person you ever wanted to be bound to. But thankfully, there was a way to remove the tattoo. All you had to do was convince six Bulletproof Fairies that the two of you were in love.

Word Count: 3.3k'' (first chapter)

neon signs- @pantoneyoongi ♾️¶

''title ; neon signs [ drabble series ]  pairing ; campus crush!yoongi x campus crush!you 

description ; namjoon doesn’t think it can get any clearer outside of yoongi building a giant neon sign saying i have the absolute biggest crush on you but apparently, book smarts don’t exactly translate when it comes to you and your massive crush on min yoongi.

(alternatively: namjoon and hoseok try for three years straight to get you and yoongi together.)''

Reflection of You- @agustdakasuga ♾️Ω ¶

''Genre: Historical!AU, Timetraveller!AU/ Different Dimension, Romance

Pairing: SUGA x Reader, Yoongi x Reader

Characters: Normal!Reader, Idol!Suga, King!Yoongi, Guard!Seokjin, Guard!Jungkook, RoyalAdvisor!Namjoon, Servant!Jimin, Servant!Hoseok, Prince!Taehyung

Summary: Confirming you were dating the famous Min Suga of BTS, you knew you were bound to make some enemies. But what you didn’t expect was to be cursed, leading you to meet a cold-hearted, arrogant king that shares the same face as your rapper lover. ''

your universe- @muniimyg ♾️☻Ω ☼

''in which min yoongi refuses to lose you

+ 

regretting rejecting oc, min yoongi goes through a circus load of gestures and tasks in attempt to be loved again

pairings:

basketball captain // tsundere yoongi + sunshine // preschool edu major oc

au/genre:

friends to lovers 

uni au

one sided pining / rejection / redemption / a sad excuse of a slow burn

smut, crack, angst

social media au + written

warnings:

implied + actual smut

angst (oc is heartbroken and trying to move on from being initially rejected)

name calling, love/hate friendships, big egos, overprotective friends, childish social culture, and a burnt out era &lt;;3 

parts:

ongoing ( ongoing/25 )''

andante cantabile- @kkulfm-2 ♾️☻¶

''pairing: myg x f!reader

genre: historical / regency au, fluff, smut

wc: 30.6k + 3.8k smutty bonus

summary: You are convinced Mr. Min is nothing but a rude and gloomy man after he leaves a horrible first impression on you. His friends' attempts to convince you otherwise are met with mixed success.''

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oneshots:

Man of The Year- @raplinesmoon ♾️¶

''pairing: single dad!Yoongi x gn!reader genre(s): pure fluff, very minor angst au(s): graduation au word count: 2.7k warnings: some swearing, Yoongi is a little nervous, Yoongi is bad at flirting, this is so cute I could cry

rating: PG

summary: For the longest time, it’s always been Yoongi and his daughter, celebrating every milestone of life together. But today, that could change.''

Shut Eye- @alpacaparkaseok ♾️

''pairing/genre: idol!Yoongi x reader, fluff

premise: In a world where every night you meet your soulmate in your dreams only to forget their face and voice when you wake up, you’re now more desperate than ever to find them.

word count: 2.6k''

gold- @aquagustd Ω♾️☻

''↣ you’re in love with Min Yoongi, yes, you are, but why do you keep thinking of the boy who broke your heart into a million pieces when you should be focusing on the one who’s mending it.

pairing: yoongi x reader (past jungkook x reader)

genre: angst, fluff, smut, bff2l

word count: 17K''

stood up. -@parkdatjimin Ω☻♾️

''Three years after dumping your toxic boyfriend, you decide it's finally time to try the dating scene again. What you don't expect is for a handsome and confident CEO to come to your rescue after being stood up.

"Just play along. My name is Yoongi and whoever stood you up is a douche."

Pairings: CEO!yoongi x fem!reader

Genre: HEAVY angst, smut, lil fluff, slice of life, mutual pining, non-idol!au''

First-Date BAIT!- @jimlingss ♾️

''Words: 11.3k

Genre: Fluff

First dates are embarrassing. First dates are awkward. I’ve been through countless ones, sitting across from people who bored the living daylights out of me. It was less exciting than watching paint dry. Some dates were so utterly rude - I think you and I both know what it’s like to be on the receiving end on that. But now we both don’t have to waste our time anymore!

With First Date Bait they went out for me! Afterwards, they informed me if it was recommended to go out on a second date. It’s amazing with a 99.99% accuracy rate! That’s how I ended up meeting my husband!

First Date Bait. Why waste your time with awkward first dates?''

DreamCatcher- @jimlingss ♾️Ω

''Words: 13k (oops)

Genre: Fluff & Angst

Summary: When your dreams are more or less nightmares, monsters inside your head that eat you alive, it seems like the only person who can help you is Min Yoongi, professional dream chaser.''

Purr-haps I like you- @taleasnewastime ♾️

''Summary: You have a no pets policy where you live, but when you find a tiny kitten in a box on the side of the road, what can you do but bring it home with you? The only problem? The landlord who made the no pets rule, also happens to be your flatmate.

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: pure fluff; Flatmates au

Word count: 11.6k''

Wild Strawberries- @yoonia ♾️☻

''➤ Character / Genre: Min Yoongi x reader/female OC (told through Yoongi’s POV) | Lucid Dream!au, fluff, smut''

first love- @jungnoir Ω♾️

''⇢ summary:  yoongi meets you, seated next to him at a familiar brown piano, and he steals you away hours before your wedding day, seated next to him at a familiar brown piano + yoongi’s been in love with you since childhood and he only has the courage to tell you when you’re about to marry someone else.

⇢ relationship: min yoongi/reader.

⇢ genre: best friend!au, angst, romance. 

⇢ words: 5.6k''

strike a chord- @snackhobi ♾️☻¶

''pairing: yoongi x reader // word count: 15.8k // genre: smut

summary: your idea of a good night certainly doesn't involve being stood up by yet another blind date and finding yourself alone in a fancy bar; fortunately for you, there's an attractive man playing the piano to keep you busy, instead.''

Anyone But The Groom- @yoonjinkooked ♾️Ω☻

''❅ Summary: After a meet-cute that brings all the romcoms to shame, you realize that for once in your life, the stars have finally aligned and presented you a guy that might be able to make you believe in love at first sight. Only to find out that you’re in charge of planning his Christmas Eve Wedding.

❅ Pairing: Yoongi x female reader

❅ AU: Wedding Planner reader x Arranged Marriage groom Yoongi

❅ Genre: fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, will-they-won’t-they type of relationship

❅ Word Count: 36.5k (I AM SO SORRY)''

Not Even a Mouse- @softyoongiionly ♾️☻¶

''Summary:  The week before Christmas, you are tasked with delivering some paperwork to your father’s former business partner in order to secure your ownership of their legendary toy store. However, things don’t go as planned and a sudden blizzard keeps you cooped up inside the tiniest town you’ve ever seen, Snow Falls. You keep telling yourself that it’s the weather that’s keeping you here, but after a visit to Min’s Mini Mart, you aren’t so sure anymore…

Pairing: Single Dad! Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Romance, FLUFF, Smut (18+ only please)''

All I Want for Christmas (ft. Yoongi)- @hayjeon ♾️Ω

''→ singledad, CEO!yoongi x secretary!reader→ 13k words''

ceo!yoongi- @jungshookz ♾️☻☼ ¶

''→ pairing: min yoongi x reader 

→ genre: ceo!au, clumsy!y/n because that’s always nice, jimin is ur best friend, floofy fluff, a touch of nsfw aka office sex

→ wordcount: 21k+ so u should probably read this using ur laptop and not ur phone''

first love | myg- @lavienjin ☻Ω

''synopsis: After an incredibly long day, Yoongi found you crying in the copy room. Though he doesn’t talk much, you’ve always found his presence comforting, and it didn’t surprise you when he stayed and listen to you vent. However, while you sought comfort in his embrace, he proposed a special offer to reduce your stress with the magic of his hands. The only catch to your arrangement? You couldn’t fall in love.

But wouldn’t you know it, just as your friendship deepens into something more, you find an old notebook sitting on his bookshelf, and in it, a collection of poems. The last entry has you reeling because it’s addressed to you. And in that page, a single line is written: Without you, I am nothing

pairing: yoongi x reader

wc: 11.3k

genre/rating/au: 18+ | fwb, coworkers, f2l au | smut, angst

warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, semi public sex, multiple smut scenes, multiple orgasms, oral (m. & f. receiving), masturbation, exhibition, lots of feelings. like a lot of feelings :(''

A Boy Like You | Yoongi- @cinnaminsvga ♾️¶

''→ summary: for whenever you are feeling low, always remember that there is a boy you know who would lift the sky for you.

{or alternatively: Min Yoongi loves you, though he never says it. He’s always been a firm believer in that actions speak louder than any words ever could.}

→ genre: coworker!au, f2l, fluff''

when the stars align- @itskimtaehyung ♾️Ω

''Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: FakeDating!AU with a hint of roommates (well actually more like apartment-mates but roommates is catchier), College!AU, fluff, angst

Word count: 10.5k

Content/Warnings: Mentions of heavy drinking, drug usage, strong language, but also cute things like adopting a dog together

Summary: With cuffing season approaching its end, you thought you had escaped the pressures of finding a boyfriend for the holidays. That is, until your friends set you up on a blind date that goes horribly wrong. This prompts you to enlist the help of your roommate, Yoongi, to fake a relationship so your friends will stop meddling in your love life. And it turns out Yoongi is a lot better at this romance thing than you originally thought…''

p.o.v | myg- @jtrbluv ♾️Ω

''summary: you were eight when you first met your soulmate. then you were eighteen when you realized that the boy who just got hired at the local record store next door, is also your soulmate. the issue at hand: you are the only one that knows.

pairing: yoongi x reader (fem)

genre: fluff, angst, soulmate!au, redstringoffate!au, college!au, high school!au

word count: 17.9k''

Yoongi is a Rock- @yoongsisbae ♾️Ω ¶

''rock!Yoongi x reader :D fluff a bit of angst a lot of silliness

Word Count 1.3k''

android!yoongi- @jungshookz♾️Ω☻☼ ¶

''→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ genre: android!au becauSe for some reason android aus are popping up everywhere, the usual heaping serving of fluff and comedy, N S F W like reALLY nsfw i poPPED OFF this time i don’t know even know what happened,,, forgive me god for i have sinned, a n g s t, i definitely teared up a little writing this because i was listening to kim bum soo’s i miss you and it made me 100x more emo

→ trigger warnings: this does get a little intense! beware!! 

→ wordcount: 24k like that bruno mars song''

you’re so concerned about the ending that you don’t even know the plot- @joonsgalaxy ♾️☼

''° yoongi x reader x taehyung

° 1.9 k words ° fluff/humour

🌟 you bring your broken laptop to Tae—the IT specialist—who you have a crush on. you drag your bff Yoongi along with you, who—you’re certain—has a crush on Tae too. what a mess, right? well, the thing is, you never even considered the possibility of your assumptions being totally wrong.''

better place- @cupofteaguk ♾️

''summary: you might be in love with childhood best friend Min Yoongi, and he might be in love with you—and everyone seems to know it. except for the two of you.

pairing: yoongi x fem!reader

genre: hogwarts au, friends to lovers au | fluff

warnings: slow burn, alcohol consumption, truly lowkey an idiots to lovers au word count: 14k''

something to hold on to- @fantasybangtan ♾️Ω ¶

''❦ word count. 17.7k ❦ genre. parent fic, fluff, angst, a bit of boob action ❦ warnings. illness, mention of hospitalisation, mention of minor character death, yoongi is kind of a dick sometimes, accidental(?) flashing ❦ summary. it’s not that you don’t like your job. on the contrary, reading bedtime stories to a certified little princess is something you still can’t believe you get paid to do. it’s just that between all the school runs, snow days and secret second hot chocolates before bed, you may fallen a little too hard for those dimpled cheeks and gummy smiles…. worse still, you’ve fallen for her father too.''

the proposal- @dreamescapeswriting ♾️Ω☻

''WORD COUNT: 35K (No its not missing a decimal point)

PAIRING: CEO!Yoongi x Assistant!Reader

GENRE: Smut, enemies to lovers, CEO x Assistant, fake marriage, angst, movie inspired, slow burn''

basketballcaptain!yoongi- @jungshookz ♾️☻☼ ¶

''→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ genre: basketball captain x water girl, cheesy cheesy stuff, the FLUFFIEST fluff, jungoo is an idiot, humour, nSFW = smut, cocky yoongi, spoiler alert yoongi does a body shot off of u it just be like that sometimes

→ wordcount: 18.4k this will definitely make the app crash as per usual don’t come for me''

Hug-o-gram- @cinnaminsvga ♾️☼ ¶

''→ summary: 

“This is probably the dumbest idea you’ve ever had,” Yoongi hisses, but it’s kind of hard for Seokjin to take him seriously when he’s wearing a cardboard sign around his neck that says ‘Huggie Wuggie Machine!’ in bubble font. 

“Like, even worse than when we DIY’d your car into a convertible by sawing the top off?” Seokjin asks, genuinely curious. 

“Worse,” Yoongi admits, trying his best to stay out of your line of sight. His cheeks redden, matching the gaudy pink kitten ears he was forced into wearing.

{or alternatively: Seokjin is a terrible wingman. He also runs a profitable business by sending hugs to people’s crushes for a fee. Mix them together and you have a recipe for Min Yoongi’s worst nightmare.}

→ genre: college!au, hugging booth!au,fluff, humor → warnings: yoongi is so smitten that he’s a walking disaster, so much shy!yoongi to the point where you’ll want to scream, seokjin just tryna get his homie some y/n love coochie bro ;o; → words: 13.3K''

I Wanna Hold Your Hand- @minisugakoobies ♾️

''Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, fluff, Roommates!AU

Rating: T

Warnings: pining, a lil’ smooching, Yoongi is very persuasive, reader is easily duped, it’s as fluffy as freshly fallen snow

Word Count: 1.4K

Disclaimers: None, other than obviously I don’t own BTS - they simply inspire me

Summary: It’s hand-holding season, according to your roommate.''

subtle- @joonary ♾️Ω

''↳ summary: just another memory added to the long list of drunk memories that you’ll forget but wish you’d remember, while yoongi will remember but wish he could forget. 

↳ genre: fluff; light angst; friends (?) to lovers (?); min yoongi x reader

↳ rating: pg-13

↳ warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, and yoongi’s soft spots being exposed to the light of day. yknow, just another joonary fic.

↳ word count: 3.5k''

Hobi's Girl- @jjungkookislife Ω☻

''↬ pairing: f. reader x Hoseok, f. reader x Yoongi

↬ genre: smut [18+], angst

↬ summary: Yoongi had a wonderful night with you… but you’re Hobi’s girl.

↬ wc: 4.8k''

The King Isn’t Dead- @another-army-spot ♾️Ω☻

''Pairing: Yoongi x oc (fem)

Rating:  M

Word: 19.7k~ (my finger slipped?)

Genre:  historical fic, smut, romance, fluff, angst, political upheaval shit

Summary:  After the invasion and the King’s miraculous survival, the nation aims to secure stability and his position of power through the prospect of marriage and continuing the Min line.  As a promise to your brother on the battlefield, the King promises to consider you as his potential wife - to love and to protect.  Or maybe it’ll be the other way around?''

the landlord- @ppersonna ☻

''↳ summary- your air conditioner breaks right at the height of a recordbreaking heat wave.  good thing your hot landlord, yoongi, knows how to attend to any needs you may have.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 4.3k

↳ pairing- yoongi x reader

↳ genre- smut, light crack, PWP''

CYBERSEX- @gimmethatagustd ♾️☻☼

''The whole point of being a phone sex hotline operator is that you’ll never have to meet your clients. So what are you supposed to do when you find out your favorite client is your brother’s best friend? 

» pairing: yoongi x fem!reader 

» wc/date: 14.6k | July 2022

» genre: BTS | 18+ | brother’s best friend | smut | fluff | humor

» warnings: alcohol | blowjob | car sex | creampie | dirty talk | fingering | masturbation | pet names | phone sex | pussy slapping | sex work | unprotected vaginal sex''

Jung Hoseok

hot rod- @kinktae ♾️☻

''a 1950′s inspired fic where greaser Hoseok can’t keep his eyes, or hands, off the new waitress at his and his boys’ favorite diner.

pairing: greaser!hoseok x reader

word count: 10k

genre: 1950s au, smut, fluff''

Kim Namjoon

The Bodyguard- @rmnamjoons ♾️☻Ω

''➳ summary: You’re the daughter of the ambassador to a small, peaceful, barely-on-the-map country in Western Europe, working as a diplomat to help your mother with her endless meetings and politics. After a kidnapping attempt gone wrong, you and your protective bodyguard Namjoon are on the run across Europe, jumping from trains, stealing cars, and pretending to be a couple on your honeymoon to stay hidden. As the would-be kidnappers close in, Namjoon promises you that he’s going to keep you safe, no matter the cost.

➳ pairing: bodyguard!Namjoon x reader

➳ genre: bodyguard au, romance, smut, fake dating/fake marriage, road trip (kinda), very slight angst

➳ word count: 62.9k – this is a complete, VERY long oneshot''

Show Me How- @imaginationofacrazyfangirl ☻ ¶

''Summary:You swiped right on a nerd, instead you got a Greek God. Or tired of your virginity, you decide to throw caution to the wind and find a hook up on tinder.

— PAIRING: Namjoon x f!reader

— GENRE: smut. 18+ minors dni.''

I'll continue in a pt.2

You two were immediately ushered to Grandmother’s rooms where you were pushed aside for the far more learned medical professional to take over. Instead, the captain of the guard began interrogating you over what had happened. You told him all you could, hopefully without giving away anything regarding Dale’s inhumanity. They’d seemed satisfied enough about your short, blunt answers and soon left to spread that information around. The last you heard from the captain was him ordering a thorough search of the entire property for any more conspirators and to see if anyone had been able to catch up with Dale and Two.

Resigned and exhausted, you’ve collapsed in the wingback chair in Grandmother’s sitting room.  You watch a maid bring something into Grandmother’s bedroom, the sound of voices—the doctor’s and Grandfather’s are the only ones you can identify, not that their words are intelligible—from the other room is somewhat soothing as at least no one is shouting. You thought she was going to be fine, but what did you truly know? They’d been in there for what felt like hours, though you have no real notion of the passing of time. 

Your eyes search out a clock and when you finally spot one, despite having no idea what the time could be, you’re still surprised to learn its two hours past midnight. Like trying to reach back a far distance, you try to remember what time it had been when you left the ballroom. Before midnight, surely.

Oh. Had this attack been ‘secrets' referred to in the astrologer’s calendar? You let out a small sound that might be a laugh because, brightness, you hope so. You’re not sure you can handle anything else happening today, especially anything with secrets of any kind.

You fidget in the chair a moment longer before you find yourself walking to the side table on instinct. You hang the teakettle over the fire with surprisingly steady hands. You’re boiling water for tea primarily out of a desire to do something other than sit around waiting for news on Grandmother or Dale. 

You ignore the pouches of headache and insomnia tea in your pockets to fuss with the options the Governor put in Grandmother and Grandfather’s rooms for them. You watch the fire more diligently than you need to, trying not to think about anything at all. Right now your thoughts are too full of worries for listening to them to be at all helpful. 

The water boils quicker than you expect, so you set the kettle on the thick pad to keep while you set the green tea leaves into the steeper. The motions of fixing your cup help settle your nerves, as does holding the warm cup in your hands once you’re done. 

You blow on it carefully as your thoughts start to flow once more. How much longer until someone sees fit to inform you on Grandmother’s condition? When will Dale return? Did you skirt the truth correctly while talking to the captain? You can’t even truly remember what you said. You know that you leaned heavily on the idea that you were hiding and confused.

“My lady,” you turn at the sound of your maid’s voice. She’s standing with Grandfather, having just entered the sitting room from the bedroom. They both look tired and worried. Worn out.

Your heart stutters in your chest and your grip tightens around the handle of your teacup so you don’t drop it. “How is Grandmother? Has her conditioned worsened?”

“What?” Grandfather reflexively glances back at the door as he frowns. “No, no,” he’s quick to reassure you, crossing the room towards you. “She’s gone to sleep, but she was alert and able enough to argue with the physician before that.” His mouth curves a small, but genuine smile with the telling. “Dr. Mull complimented your bandaging. She has no doubt Deidre will make a full recovery.”

You nearly sit down in relief. “Oh, thank the light. When I saw you, you looked...” You trail off not sure you want to tell him that he looked older, more tired, than you’ve seen him previously. Instead, you focus on the good news, on the worry you can put down. “I’m so glad to hear she shall be alright.”

Grandfather continues to look odd though, almost cautious in some manner. Did he want to interrogate you about the fight or where Dale went as well? He takes another step closer and reaches out towards you before he evidently thinks better of it. “Speaking of healing, do you not think perhaps now it is time to allow the doctor to do an examination of yourself, my dear?”

You’d already been trying to muster the right words to say to him about the events that his question’s topic throws you off-balance. You blink at him. “Me? I am fine.”

This time it’s your maid, Miss Adir, who speaks up. “My lady,” her voice has far more of the artificial calm pragmatism than it usually does when speaking to you. The maid you grew up with, who you had grown quiet close to, pointed it out to you once when your brother’s valet used the tone. Douglas had been insisting on joining a hunt despite having rode straight home from the capital for days straight and was dead on his feet. She said all servants had them for when nobles were being particularly hard-headed. Miss Adir hasn’t even said anything specific and you are already beginning to feel foolish. “You’ve multiple injuries, which surely with your experience, you know should be either attended to by a professional or at the very least properly bandaged.”

Reflexively, you adjust how you’re holding your arm, the cut stinging anew. With your attention drawn to it, the material of your makeshift bandage itches. You can see the sense in what she’s proposing, however, it feels as though you’re still waiting, as if the fight and the danger must still be present because Dale has not returned yet. It feels wrong to leave this room, to do something that feels as final as tending to your injuries when the events of tonight have not yet concluded. 

Grandfather must read some of your hesitance on your face and he adds, “Deidre gave explicit instructions to have your own injuries sorted before I went to sleep for the night, my lady.” 

It’s heavy-handed to use Grandmother against you like this, but now you can also see that his current worry is at least partially regarding you. Does that mean his suspicion over you is truly gone now? Is this all that had to happen? For you to be attacked by assassins? You should have led with that evidently. You find the thought funny enough you have to resist the urge to let out a laugh. You’re fairly certain it would not have come out right. “Very well.”

“Thank you,” Grandfather says, looking relieved that you're not arguing further. “Do you wish to wait for the doctor?”

You’re shaking your head before he even finishes. “That is not necessary. All of my injuries are only to the flesh. My head was unharmed and no bones have been broken. If my estimation of any of my injuries were incorrect, I shall inform Dr. Mull myself.”

“Of course,” Grandfather says, though not without a glance towards Grandmother’s room. You know you’re holding yourself stiffly due to tension and worry and yes, your lingering injuries, but you hope it only comes off as the former two. It must because he nods. “Yes, and I shall remain alert for Dale’s return.”

You nod and gesture with the hand still holding your teacup to the tea table. “Please, help yourself to some green tea. I freshly boiled the water only a few minutes ago.” When Grandfather stares at the pot with mild distrust, you add, “No special blends, just the green tea provided by the Governor. I was merely thirsty.”

Grandfather blinks back at you before smiling sheepishly. “Lovely. Thank you.”

You nod. “You are welcome,” you murmur as you let Miss Adir usher you into Grandmother’s dressing room.

“I’ve had some fresh clothes brought for you and I've got your medical bag,” Miss Adir says as she guides you into a chair. “Why don’t you finish your tea while I set it all out, hm?”

You nod, feeling like it’s all you’ve done for the past few minutes but helpless to think of what to do or say instead. Quietly, you sip your tea as the candles in the room are lit. It looks similar enough to your own dressing room here in the governor’s house, but larger. None of the details seem to stick in your mind and you find it easier to look down at the cup in your hands. 

In what feels like only a few seconds, you realize the cup is empty and Miss Adir’s hands are carefully taking it from you. “Let’s stand you up, my lady, so we can get you out of this tarnished ensemble. Oh, how do you want to do this, my lady? Should you change first or bandage yourself first? Or should I?”

The confusion and concern in her voice finally snaps you more fully to the present. You push up out of the chair and finally take a good look in the mirror, needing to better assess the situation in order to answer her questions. 

“Oh,” you say as you stare at yourself. You’re not sure if you expected to look worse or better, but it’s still a surprise to see the evidence of the night’s events on your person. 

Your hair looks mussed, almost as if you’ve slept on it, and your cheeks still have the faint evidence of tear tracks on them. Your eyes too are red at the edges, pupils still wider than even the dim lighting should require. The rest of you, well your dress as a whole looks like you’ve taken a tumble down a hill except instead of streaks of greenery, there are streaks of gray rock dust. Your makeshift bandage stands out as obviously as the large tear from where it had come from on your dress, exposing the cream of your stays. 

Your injured hand automatically goes to cover the hole and you feel a pang of pain at the movement. The aches and bruising you know must be under everything don’t show beyond the general disarray your clothing is in. Then there are the splatters of red, dried to a darker, rustier color, which are not from your own injuries which stand out starkly on the light green fabric. “Oh my.”

Miss Adir comes closer, hovering with her hands clasped tightly. “Are you certain you wouldn’t rather the doctor see to you?”

You shake your head, but feel more present having truly seen what state you’re in. “No, she would not tell me anything I cannot tell myself. We should take all of this off, clean and bandage what can be, and then re-dress.”

“Yes, my lady,” Miss Adir seems dubious but grateful you’ve decided on a course of action. 

She carefully helps you out of the dress, though you fight the urge to remind her that it's likely destined for scrap. Even if the dress could be salvaged, you doubt you’d want to wear it again. After she loosens your stays, you fiddle with the busk to pull out the sheath and dagger. You set that aside separately so it can be strung along a leather thong. You’ve no desire to be without it anytime soon. You might sleep with it nearby.

Soon enough from your stockings to your shift, all has been carefully peeled away, leaving only the bandage left. Your front mostly looks normal, although there’s a bruise forming on your hip and another on one of your thighs you don’t remember getting. It’s your arms that have the most obvious damage, your wrists from the spear and then the cut on your arm. None of the other scratches and nicks you’ve picked up warrant bandaging.

Miss Adir hisses in sympathy as she comes over with some cloths and a basin of water. “Oh, your back.”

You turn to examine it in the mirror and wince. There’s a large knot where Vi had used the butt of her spear that’s already quite dark and angry looking. You feel an unexpected thrum of satisfaction at the sight of it, as though how much it hurts is now justified by the sight of the damage. “Yes, well, nothing much to do about bruising.” You reach back with your uninjured hand to run your fingers over the damage, checking as gingerly as you can for anything more that the sight might be disguising. “Nothing’s broken. I shall simply have to be careful of how I sit.”

“We can add a pad under the stays to keep from pressing on it too harshly,” Miss Adir says. “My mother did so after she was knocked into a fence post.”

“Yes, no stays tonight though.” The Governor had ordered your wing into a lockdown: no one in or out except guards and the servants already there. With no guests and the late hour, you were not getting any more dressed than you had to.

“No, no,” Miss Adir agreed. “Your bandages are here—I believe they are the correct ones, but your bag is over there if you require something else.”

“Thank you,” you say, reaching to check she had the right of it before taking a cloth and dipping it in the warm water. As you begin to unwind the makeshift bandage, she begins to help clean off the rest of you. It’s nicer than you expect to have the feeling of sweat cooling washed away until she does so.

The bandage sticks to your skin and you have to be careful not to leave any loose threads in the cut. You narrow your focus to cleaning the cut and making sure you don’t need stitches because that task seems like something you can manage.

The slash is longer than you initially thought, but not as deep as you’d worried, no matter how it hurts. Miss Adir helps hold the end of the bandage in place while you wrap it up. 

Accomplishing even something as simple as that, in this quiet room that feels separate and safe from the rest of the world has helped to resettle you, though you can feel exhaustion begin to nip at your heels. You try to shake it off, resolving to get another cup of tea soon. 

Some renewed urgency floods your veins with the only true injury you can treat handled. Feeling cleaner helps too as you put on the fresh shift and drawers. You sit back down to put on your stockings and when you do, you notice Miss Adir biting her lip. “What is it? Is something else wrong?”

“No, no,” she’s quick to reassure you, before biting her lip again. “Only, are you really okay? I can’t believe something like this happened here. What if myself or Miss Nila had been with you and Lady Deidre? Suppose Lord Dale—”

“Miss Adir,” you say, placing a hand over hers which you’ve only just realized are trembling. “I am fine. You heard Dr. Mull say Lady Deidre will recover, yes?”

She nods, looking up at you with wide eyes. You’re reminded that, while you always feel young, she is a couple years younger than even yourself. Before this wedding and your arrival, she’d primarily been a general maid, not assigned directly to any of the Northridges. She must feel even more in over her head than you do. “Lord Dale did arrive in time and the guards were summoned timely as well.” Something occurs to you. “Were you the one who discovered Grandmother and I were not where we were supposed to be?”

Miss Adir nods, some tears in her eyes. “When I got back up here with your pastries and Miss Nila said you still hadn’t gotten back, she went to tell Lord Archibald and Lord Dale while I alerted the captain. He did not seem to think much was amiss, but I convinced him to at least check with his other guards in the wing. I’ve heard such tales from the other servants since we’ve come to Connton. He’d just discovered some were not at their posts when Miss Nila came to tell him of your shouting and Lord Dale rushing into a fight!”

You smile at her, relieved that notice had been spreading as you’d hoped. “Then you did exactly what you should have.”

“Shouldn’t I have done something more? When I think back on how slow we were to fetch anyone or how long it took to discuss matters, I can only think at how frightened you or Lady Deidre must have been while we took our time.”

You shake your head. “We were frightened because of the actions of the attackers, not your own. And you had no reason to think anything grave was amiss. Neither Grandmother nor I would place any blame at your feet.”

“Truly?”

“Truly. Now,” you stand back up. “Help me into my petticoats and dressing gown so we can rejoin the others.”

“Yes, my lady,” she replies with a lightness in her step that you feel yourself. Strange how reassuring her had helped you center yourself. What is done is done and everyone did the best they could, including yourself. It did not however, help alleviate your worry over Dale, who was still in the fight, perhaps even literally.

When you and Miss Adir emerge from the dressing room, you see Grandfather look over to you and some of the tension in his shoulders dissipates. “You look much better, my lady,” he says as he gestures you into your former seat. Miss Adir leaves to take your previous garments away and you see a guard peel off from the wall to accompany her.

You thank Grandfather for the tea he pours you, but you can see an eager, but reluctant look in his eyes that tells you that, since he has been reassured of your state, he too wishes to ask you for details on what happened.

What follows is a near identical set of questions as you’d fielded from the captain and you’re relieved to find that your previous answers do come back to you. It is only when he starts to repeat himself, obviously frustrated that you cannot provide more information, that you begin to grow weary once again. You know he is not truly angry with you, at least you do not think so, but it is a tiring exercise to walk the line between what information to reveal and what not to.

“I’ve told you,” you finally say, cutting off another question about what had happened to the leader, Clen. “I spent near as much as I could hidden after being assaulted by Lasky and then the other. I don’t know when in the fight he even died. I could see nothing.”

“The room is a mess of destruction,” Grandfather says, having gotten up to begin pacing. “Far more than would come of an ordinary fight, even with ones so brutal.”

“They had enhancements from the Depths,” you remind him. “Not the woman, but the others.”

“Yes, so the Captain said too.” Talking through everything seems to be how Grandfather is processing everything, you simply wish it did not feel quite so much like he was trying to catch you out in a lie. Unlike the days before, you can tell he isn’t actually suspicious of you. “There was only one that left alive at the end, yes?”

“Yes,” you reply. You debate telling him anything more about two, but likely the captain will anyway. Still you don’t want to upset him further so you cautiously add, “However… I do not think the one had enhancements.”

“Oh,” Grandfather stops pacing to stare at you. “Not what I would have suspected.” He relaxes,  “That is a good thing, they should be easier to apprehend.”

“You misunderstand,” you say, shaking your head. There is no point in delaying the information. “I believe that one to be possessed.”

Grandfather pales at your words. “Caverns below, true possession? Did you alert the captain to your suspicion?”

You nod. “Of course.” Now you wonder if the captain had kept that to himself until Dale’s return so as not to worry Grandmother or Grandfather. Had he reported while Grandmother was present? Regardless, it’s too late now and you want Grandfather braced for the information. “I could hear very little—they kept to the edges of the fight initially and I was hidden as best I could, but at the end… They spoke in voices. Multiple voices. Not to mention the strength they displayed and their interaction with the physical world beyond that of a human.”

Grandfather looks truly shaken and you begin to regret letting him know. “I cannot think on the damage one such as them might wreak.” You resist the urge to point out he’s already seen it. “To think someone hired such a horrible monster in order to attack our family. Dale mentioned being able to combat such lower tactics and evidently he held his own, but I now more greatly understand your concern on his going after them.”

“He had a blade that seemed able to damage even those from the Depths,” you say, wanting to give Grandfather some reassurance, but obviously unable to say that Dale is in fact on even footing with Two.

“That is good to know. Perhaps I should acquire something similar. Too many tools that can be used against those from the Depths are from the Depths and therefore, too great a risk to have in one’s possession. That is why we banned them,” Grandfather says, half to himself as he slowly begins pacing once more. “What manner of influence did the possessed one have access to?”

“Stonework,” you reply, knowing you are likely encouraging Grandfather’s fear, but unable to keep your fears in any longer. “They seemed to partially turn to stone, but that might have been a trick of the light. I did not get a good look. They treated the entire fight, those they had been working with, Dale and myself, as if… we didn’t matter to them, not as people. At least, that is how it seemed to me.” 

That is what, looking back on everything, unsettles you the most. How they didn’t care that their companions had been killed. They did not enter the fight until it was just them and Dale. Even that they seemed to see as an entertaining challenge, more than a fight with lives at stake. The demon in Two had seemed far less, for lack of a better word, human than this Dale was. It had been extremely disconcerting and frightening, bringing back old fears that maybe this demon Dale was only a good actor. But to what end? 

You force yourself to focus on Two and the problem at hand, as always feeling as if Grandfather might somehow be able to read your worries and thoughts on Dale on your face. “The others were more obviously there because they were paid well. Two seemed to have an entirely different agenda and was far more dangerous because of it, not to mention his abilities, which were far greater than those with mere enhancements.” You shudder at the memory of the cruel menace in his voice, which only seems to grow worse to your mind now that there are fewer things to focus on. It had physically discomforted you to hear, but now it seemed to suggest they had personally inflicted harm to others the likes of which you could not imagine.  “I never want him near me again.”

“Yes, the machinations of those demons from below are incomprehensible except to spread chaos and destruction,” Grandfather replies, scowling fiercely. “If I ever run into one of those demons, I—”

Whatever threat he was hoping to make is cut off by the door opening. You both turn, Grandfather’s hand to his sword hilt and yours to the dagger lying on the table beside you. 

Dale is in the doorway, looking worn but whole as he walks in.

“Dale!” you and Grandfather say at the same time. Grandfather has put his hands on his grandson’s shoulders, looking him over, before you can even get to your feet.

“Are you alright?” he demands. “What happened? How could you go off on your own like that after someone so dangerous?

Dale carefully places a hand on Grandfather’s arm, pulling it off his shoulder. “I am alright. I’m sure you’ve been informed of those who attacked us. The other had to be stopped. I ensured they will no longer harm our family,” Dale replies, his voice blunt and tired.

You try your best to assess Dale for injuries or other signs that might give him away in his exhausted state. Similar to you, you expect the majority of his injuries are bruisings, but nothing appears obviously broken, nor is he bleeding profusely from anywhere in particular. Relief finally floods you at this confirmation that he is going to be alright. You can’t help but let out a breath of relief which brings his gaze to you. You try to offer him a smile, but he still seems on his guard, which must mean it was a poor attempt on your part. 

He looks back at Grandfather. “How is Grandmother?”

“She is recovering well,” Grandfather says, beginning to herd Dale towards her room. “Come, you must let Dr. Mull assess your injuries.”

“There is no need,” Dale attempts to protest.

“Of course there is,” Grandfather retorts, not slowing down his pace in the slightest. Dale turns pleading eyes to you.

“Let him look you over,” you say, “And so long as he approves with it, I can provide the rest of the supplies or aid with any bandaging.”

Dale glances from you to Grandfather before he slumps, realizing he’s outnumbered. “Yes, sana.”

With that, the pair disappears into Grandmother’s bedroom. 

You set about readying the dressing room to tend to Dale, or for the doctor to do so herself. You only hope if it comes to that, Dale has himself under control. Not to mention that if Dale is injured severely enough for the doctor to wish to do so would be very worrying indeed. 

Miss Adir is sent for more water and cloths while Dale’s valet goes to fetch him fresh clothes, though you hope Dale can just go to bed rather than be kept up even later being interrogated. 

You’re checking on your supplies, making sure you have enough bandages when you hear the door push open further behind you. 

“Sana?” You turn to see Dale in the doorway.

“Dale, how are you? How is Grandmother? They said they didn’t want too many people in her rooms,” you ask, following him into the room and taking a closer look at the slashes that pepper his clothing.

“As I’ve said,'' Dale still sounds tired, but also less stiff. As if he too is finally feeling the release of some tension generated by the fight. He takes off his jacket, clearly knowing you need a closer look to help care for his wounds. “I am alright. So is Grandmother. She was sleeping easily and the Doctor said there will be no lasting damage. She said similarly for me, if not for a few scars. One of my ribs is broken, but nothing else is. She agreed that your training would be plenty to help with the other cuts, though with a similar warning to let her know if anything requires stitches.”

“Oh good, yes,” you say, your hand clasps around his wrist as you turn his arm to better see the longest cut on it. The red staining his shirt looks dark, but human and you hate how much of it there is. Perhaps you should have left the bandaging to the doctor. What if you do not have the right training after all?

He leans closer to you, causing you to look up. There is caution in his face as he says, “Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine.” The more people asked you the worse you were starting to feel. With Dale finally back here and whole, if not uninjured, everything finally seems to have fully caught up with you. “I just…” you can’t find the words for what you're feeling and trail off. Your frown deepens, frustrated with yourself, “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I... I’m fine. I’m fine.”

“It would be understandable, if you were not,” Dale murmurs. Your fingers hesitantly brush the edge of his torn sleeve. “Sana—”

He gently pulls you by your forearm closer to him. Without giving it any further thought, you collapse into him. Wrapping your arms around him and fisting your hands in the back of his shirt in an effort to stop from shaking. 

You bury your face against his chest. He’s solid and firm beneath you. The scent of dark spice with the hint of woodsmoke envelops you. He’s not warm, but that’s alright, your face feels warm enough with the effort of holding in nonsensical tears and with embarrassment at how you’re reacting. You can’t bring yourself to let go of him though, not when you finally feel rooted to the ground again.

One of his large hands spans your back while the other rests on your head, with enough weight that you feel him, but no hold, no pressure. You’re sure if you tried to push away, he’d let you. 

You press closer instead, mumbling another ‘I’m sorry’ through closed eyes.

“Hush,” he says, and there’s no judgment in his tone, only something you think might be fondness as he adjusts his hold on you. “You did so well, handling everything, I was beginning to worry about what else you might have faced in your past to prepare you to handle such an event. For a second, I nearly wondered if you were entirely human.”

That pulls a startled laugh from you. “That does seem to be a popular theory.” First Grandfather and now even Dale, if only in jest. You could hear the mild irony in his tone and enjoy the inside joke, for all it doesn’t help dissipate the surreal feeling of this night. You loosen your hold on the back of his shirt, but the thought that perhaps Dale would prefer if you were more than you are makes your hands spasm. He had said you’d done well, but what if that was only with the caveat that you are human? What if he wants someone more like him? “So sorry to disappoint, but I’m definitely only human.” 

If he notices how desperately you are clutching at him once again, he doesn’t show it. “Nonsense,” he intones and, as always, his words are so self-assured that you are already half-way to believing whatever he is going to say next. “I would only be disappointed if you were anyone other than who you already are.”

A wry smile crosses your face because you think that’s a compliment. In fact, you think it might be the highest compliment you’ve ever received. Pulling back a little, you tentatively look up and meet his dark, endless gaze. The corners of his eyes crinkle and there’s a soft smile on his lips. “Thank you.” You give him a squeeze and start to pull away. “I prefer you as you are too.”

His eyes widen slightly and a surprisingly vulnerable expression crosses his face. “Is that so?” he asks quietly.

“Yes,” you reply, hoping he can hear how certain you are. “It is.”

He grins down at you, a strangely boyish pride on his face, and you flush, finally letting go of him. His own hands fall from you and to distract yourself from their loss, you fuss with your hair and clothes. When your eyes dart back to his own, he’s watching you with an indulgent smile. “Feel better?”

“Yes,” you admit because you truly do. 

“Good.”

“How are you?” you ask, looking into his eyes to better assess his answer, to try to communicate you don’t just mean physically. Perhaps he faced all sorts of events like today in the Depths, but you don’t think so. He hadn’t panicked, but he had not been unfazed either.

He frowns, as if he hadn’t thought to take stock of how he felt until you asked. “Concerned and angry, but no longer as unsettled as I felt even moments ago.”

You nod because that honestly sounds like your feelings exactly. “Will you be able to find who did this?”

“Oh, yes,” his entire being seems to darken, the shadows around him that much deeper than they were seconds ago, the air that much colder. “The responsible parties will be found and punished accordingly, as I told Grandfather. Make no mistake about that.”

“Good.” 

An onlooker might be wondering why you’re standing outside your neighbor’s door at ass o’clock in nothing but an oversized tee, but the answer is simple. Mistakes were made. You’re an idiot.

But then he has the audacity to answer the door. “He” as in Min Yoongi, your childhood friend slash nemesis, the older brother of your best friend, or, in the simplest terms, your hot neighbor.

“Yes?” he raises a brow, staring at the way you’re shivering outside his door, the way your perky nipples are most definitely poking through your shirt. You’re sure he sees it all. But given the fact that he’s also seen you practically naked, you don’t even bother covering up. What’s the point?

“Did you, by chance, get an AirDrop like five minutes ago?” you get straight to the point. It’s fucking freezing, after all.

“Depends,” he hums, eyes still very much on your chest. You’re pretty sure he’s dating that pretty brunette you’ve seen sneaking in and out of his house lately, so why’s he looking at you like that? “What was the AirDrop?”

“A picture of me,” you mumble. It was freezing a minute ago, but now your face feels hot. That’s weird.

“Hmm, not sure if the one I’m thinking of is you or not.” The bastard puts on his most exaggerated thinking face—basically the thinking emoji with the hand on his chin. “What were you wearing?”

“Nothing!” you squeak at him. Both of you know no one fucking uses AirDrop except old people. He’s obviously playing dumb and knows what’s going on. He just wants to hear it from your mouth to make his ego bigger than it already is. “You know what I’m talking about.”

“Pretty sure you were wearing something…” he furrows his brow, unlocking his phone to “confirm” what he saw. Like your favorite villain Swiper the Fox, you snatch the phone out of his hand. (He actually just hands it to you, but you like the Dora reference.) “Ah, yes. Black strappy lingerie, right? I didn’t know you were like that, Y/N.”

“Fuck you,” you hiss as you search for the pic in question. AirDrop must have its own stupid section on the phone because you can’t find it anywhere.

“Relax, I already deleted it,” he chuckles. You’re not falling for it. Surely he’s already leaked the photo on OnlyFans. You don’t have a whole lot of faith in Min Yoongi. He’s never been The Nice Guy. “Who were you trying to send it to?”

“None of your business.” He has a girlfriend, after all. Why should he care about who you’re sending those kinds of pics to?

“My sister?”

“Fine. Yes, her.”

“You’re sneaking around sending nudes to my sister? On AirDrop?” he narrows his eyes. Why does he seem more disgusted at the AirDrop part? You’d laugh if you weren’t so stressed. “She’s in a very committed relationship, you know.”

“I’m aware.” You don’t know what’s worse—him thinking you’re hitting on his sister aka your best friend, or admitting the pic was from a photoshoot for your new job. There are no winners here. Might as well come clean. “She requested the pic so she could show support for her lingerie model best friend.”

“My little Y/N grew up and became a lingerie model?” He tilts his head, intrigued. He might’ve deleted the pic from his phone, but you bet the image is still ingrained in that fuckboy head of his. You wonder how his girlfriend feels about him thinking about other girls in that context. You’d feel shitty. “In that case, I’d also like to show support. Mind if you send the pic ag—” 

You cut him off with a growl.

“I kid, I kid.” He waves his hands so you don’t pounce on him. But then something occurs to him. “Wait, so AirDropping it to me wasn’t ‘an accident’?” he asks with air quotes.

“No, it was a real accident, Yoongi,” you scoff. You can’t believe he thought you’d intentionally sent that pic to him. He’s so full of himself.

“Well that’s no fun.”

“Elaborate.”

“It would’ve been kinda cute if you did it to get my attention,” he shrugs. “Just like when we were younger. Remember how you’d always tug on my arm and pout until I acknowledged you?”

“No, but it’s kinda weird that you remember it.” You finally cross your arms in front of your chest. “It’s also kinda weird that you want my attention when that’s what your girlfriend is there for.”

“It’s kinda weird that you keep up with my love life and know I have a girlfriend,” he fires back at you. “I’m breaking up with her, by the way. Just in case you wanted to know.”

You pause the petty war for a second. Min Yoongi is breaking up with his girlfriend because you accidentally sent him one (1) risqué pic of yourself? To be fair, you do look pretty hot in that photo. But still! You’ve known the guy your entire life, and all it’s ever amounted to was banter with a hint of feelings on your end. You’d always assumed Yoongi thought of you as nothing more than his little sister’s friend. Surely he’s just toying with you right now. Because that’s what fuckboys do. 

That’s what Min Yoongis do.

“Good to know,” you nod, the cold breeze coming back. You better leave now before you do something stupid again. Stupid AirDrop. “Well, I’m gonna go now. It’s fucking cold.”

You drop his phone into his palm, your fingers grazing his in the process. They’re so warm. But your fluffy blanket is warmer. And it’d never betray you.

“Thanks for only being a slight dick about the pic,” you say, scurrying off to your doorstep.

“Anytime,” he smirks. Asshole. “I’ll AirDrop you later.”

“I don’t want your dick pics, sir.”

You hear his laugh before closing the door.

A minute later, you get an AirDrop of what you hope is not in fact a dick pic. You accept it immediately.

It’s a blurry selfie of him on his bed, flipping you off with an emphasis on how much extra mattress space he has. That has to be the quickest breakup of all time. They don’t call him a fuckboy for nothing. You shouldn't feel this tempted.

He accompanies the pic with one simple text: