Slay yall‼️

it was a late, blazing july afternoon with the kind of california heat that sticks to everything.

your beater car had just given up on you in the worst possible place it could—pulled over on the stretch of a busy road with no shade, just heat shimmering off the black asphalt and distant palm trees that don't feel helpful at all.

you already tried the obvious things. ignition, gas, trying it all again like it might change something.

it never did.

you leaned back against the passenger door of your car letting out a frustrated breath, hair sticking to your neck as you watched cars pass by with the soft sound of your hazards blinking in the background.

of course it's today. of course it's here.

that was when you suddenly heard the low hum of an engine slow down beside you. a sleek, black bmw—expensive, but not loud about it. it pulled in front of your car, and for a second you think the car is just stopping briefly.

that was before the driver door opened.

he steps out like he’s not in a rush to be anywhere else.

tall—noticeably so, he moves towards you easily, like he’s used to taking up space without ever forcing it.

sunglasses sit low on his nose, shielding his eyes, but not enough to hide the way his attention lands exactly on you. his shirt is simple—lightweight, slightly open at the collar, sleeves pushed up just enough to show his forearms. nothing flashy.

but it fits him too well. everything about him does.

dark jeans, clean shoes, watch on his wrist that you can't recognize but can tell is expensive. you notice all of him in the mere seconds he takes to walk over to you, the feeling hitting you all at once.

dear god, he was fine. the kind that made you straighten up a little bit without realizing; running a quick hand through your hair and fixing your jewelry.

he walks toward the front of your car, unhurried, one hand sliding briefly into his pocket before resting against the hood of your car.

up close, it’s worse.

sharper features than you expected. clean, but not overly polished. there’s something slightly worn in about him—like experience and maturity that sits on him well.

“everything alright?” he asks, voice is low and steady.

you blink for a second longer than necessary before responding. why does he look like that... helping me with my car?

"uh-" you stammer before clearing your throat. "it's- it's dead."

"yeah..." he says, eyes examining your car closer. "i can see that."

you nod and suddenly there's a pause, small but noticeable.

he comes around the side of your car, closing the distance between you to look inside of the window. you fumble while taking a few steps back as he looks at your dashboard then back at you, suddenly flustered by his presence.

"you got jumper cables?" he asks.

you simply shook your head.

"didn't think so," he says simply.

he walks back to his car, and you stand there feeling so helpless in the hot sun as he turns his car around to face yours in a swift manner, opening the door casually before coming around to his trunk like he's done this plenty of times.

when he comes back with the cables, he quickly slides his sunglasses in a way you almost miss a glimpse of his whole face.

you assumed it was because of the sun. but little did you know, it wasn't.

because before he walked back to his car, he had looked at you a little too closely. it wasn't some polite, quick glance. it was one that lasted a second too long.

he noticed everything about you.

the way your top fits—not overly revealing, but just enough to catch his attention without trying. the fabric light, slightly clinging from the heat. your skirt—shorter than it probably needed to be, riding just a little higher from the way you shifted against your car door.

his gaze dropped, brief, controlled—then came back up. your legs, your hands, the thin bracelet at your wrist. rings that don’t match perfectly but somehow work. jewelry that feels personal to you.

he takes note of that. of course he does.

then, your face. slightly flush from the heat, skin warm toned and sun-kissed. there's something effortless about you, like you spent more time living in the sun than hiding from it.

your expression—somewhere between annoyed and trying not to be. and your eyes, focused on him, but not softened. not entirely impressed by him, but more appreciative.

and when he closed his trunk, he forgets to look away. so he pulls his sunglasses back over, quick and casual. like it's nothing.

and not because of the sunlight, but because he was looking at you a little too openly. and he knew it.

he arrives at your car and connects everything smoothly, no hesitation and big hands steady. it was unfairly attractive.

“so,” he says, glancing up while he works, “you live out here or just enjoying the scenic breakdown experience?”

a smile pulls at your mouth despite yourself. “neither. i was just trying to get home.”

“mm.” he clicks something into place. “dangerous thing to try in LA.”

that gets a small laugh out of you, softer now and less defensive.

when the car finally sputters back to life, you visibly relax. he steps back, wiping his hands lightly. “there you go."

you should've just said thank you and left. but something in you doesn't act immediately. because now that the problem was gone, the silence between you two felt different now.

“so how do i… repay you?” you ask, half-joking, half-serious.

he tilts his head slightly. "you don’t.” a beat passes. "just don't break down in the worst place possible next time."

you rolled your eyes a little, a smirk tugging at your lips. "no promises."

that earns a small smile from him. he steps back toward his car, then pauses like he’s deciding something.

“i’m—” he starts, then stops himself, like he’s choosing not to introduce himself the usual way. "i’ll see you around.”

"yeah... thank you."

and you watch him get back into his car, driving away and getting lost in the sea of los angeles traffic as you realized two things;

you didn't get his name, and you would likely never see him again.

‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.

one week later

he's just getting off the phone when it happens.

“yeah, send it over tonight,” he says, already half-distracted. “i"ll listen then.”

a pause. “mm. yeah. i got it.” he ends the call before the other person finishes their last sentence.

he slips his phone into his pocket, stepping onto the sidewalk, the afternoon sun hitting just right—warm, a little blinding, the kind of los angeles light that makes everything look softer than it is.

but he's not really paying attention at first.

he's thinking about work. about a track that still isn’t sitting right. about whether he even wants to go to the next session he has lined up.

and then—he sees you.

just down the block, wired headphones plugged into your ears as you walk towards a small coffee shop.

it takes him half a second too long for him to register it. he slows before stopping in his place on the scorching sidewalk just to be sure.

same walk. same unintentional confidence—like you're not trying to be noticed, which somehow makes you stand out more. your outfit catches his attention again without effort. something light, slightly different from the first time he saw you, but still you.

skirt again—of course. not the same one, but same idea.

he notices that. he notices everything.

you push the door open to the shop before disappearing inside. and for a second—he considers just letting you go, letting the roadside interaction stay that way, a one time street kind of thing that didn't need to turn into anything else.

he exhaled quietly before shaking his head, "yeah, no." he changed his direction subtly like he was always going that way.

by the time he reaches the door, he's already composed again. no rush or urgency in him, just the same steady stride he always carried around.

inside the cafe, it’s quieter than the street. low music, soft conversations, and the smell of coffee swirled in the air.

he scans the space once and it doesn't take long for him to find you, standing near the counter, slightly turned away, looking up at the menu like you're stuck deciding between the same two things.

he watches you for a second. not long, but enough. and suddenly, there's that feeling again rising up in his chest.

he steps into line behind you—close enough to matter, not close enough to be obvious. he lets the moment build naturally. of course he does. he lets you stay unaware just a second longer.

then, as you shift your weight and turn slightly back—he steps forward at the exact right time. light contact, your shoulder to his chest. just enough to capture your attention.

"oh, sorry—" you say automatically before looking up. it took a moment for you to process that the same, gorgeous man who jumped your car last week was the one currently blocking your vision.

he tilts his head slightly, like he’s just as surprised. “well,” he says, calm, almost amused, “this is becoming a pattern.”

you blinked. "you... helped me with my car."

"i did," he agrees. "and now apparently i'm following you around LA."

you narrow your eyes slightly. "are you?"

he puts a hand over his chest, mock offended but calm. “i prefer ‘running into you repeatedly by tragic coincidence.’”

that earns a laugh from you, the first real one between you. the barista calls you next in line, and he trails behind you like you're a couple ordering together. his presence alone makes your heart thump against your chest.

the barista takes your order and before you can even unzip your purse to pay, you already see a large hand coming from behind you, inserting a card in the machine.

the barista hands the man behind you the receipt and you turn around abruptly, tilting your head up to fully face him as you both drift away from the register. "i can pay for myself," you said.

"i know," he says simply.

"i was supposed to pay," you corrected as you picked up your freshly made coffee order.

"why?" he asked genuinely, tilting his head to match the angle of yours. it sent a light pink blush up your cheeks.

you look at him like the answer is obvious. "because you jumped my car."

his eyebrows pulled together. "that was like five minutes of my time." you all but blinked, suddenly at a loss of words under the intense gaze of this mysterious, confident man.

he begins to walk towards a table and you follow him, still protesting under your breath. "that doesn't mean you get to—"

“get to what?” he glances back at you, sunglasses now off, and it’s worse without them in a way—more direct, more readable. more of his perfectly chiseled face exposed to you. “buy you coffee?”

you open your mouth, then close it. because the way he said it made it sound ridiculous to argue.

you both end up choosing a table by the window. endless blue, moving slowly under the late afternoon sun. a few people pass by on bikes, others walking along the sidewalk with iced coffees in hand, like time moves differently here.

not sat too close to him, not too far—just enough space that it could still be casual if either of you decided to pretend it was.

“so, what do you do?” you ask finally, wrapping your hands around the cup.

he leans back slightly in his chair. “music.”

“that’s vague.”

“it's intentional.”

you give him a look. “oh, so you’re mysterious.”

“i’m tired,” he corrects lightly, a smirk of amusement tugging at his lips. “there’s a difference.”

that makes you smile. “what, like a band?” you press.

“no,” he says. “behind the scenes.”

“oh.” you tilt your head. “like a manager?”

he pauses for a moment. "something like that."

it wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the truth either. you nod like you accept that answer, but the curiosity doesn't go away.

“and you?” he asks.

you almost laugh. “i don’t do music.”

“didn’t say you did.”

“i mean…” you gesture vaguely. “nothing like that. i work. i live on the edge of LA where nothing interesting happens.”

his gaze holds on you a second longer than necessary. "that’s not true,” he says.

you frown slightly. “you don’t even know me.”

“i know you broke down on the side of a road in peak heat and didn’t immediately panic,” he says. “that tells me something.”

"like what?" "that you're stubborn," he replies calmly.

you lean forward a little, eyes analyzing his expression. "that's not a compliment."

“it can be,” he says. “depends who it’s about.”

‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.

you and him slip into easy conversation—half started stories, simple questions, the kind of conversation that doesn't feel like you're trying too hard.

you're mid-sentence, explaining something about where you live—how everything feels slower out there—when he interrupts you, but gently. “how old are you?”

you pause, caught off guard. “that’s random.”

“it’s relevant,” he says, like that should be obvious.

“to what?”

he lifts his cup slightly, studying you over the rim for a second before answering. “to how seriously i should be taking you.”

your eyebrows lift immediately. “excuse me?”

there’s a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth. “i’m kidding,” he says, calm, unbothered. “mostly.”

you shake your head, trying not to smile. “twenty four.”

he nods once, like he expected that. “yeah,” he murmurs.

“yeah what?” you press.

“nothing,” he says, setting his cup down. “it makes sense.”

“that’s so annoying,” you say. “you don’t get to say that and not explain.”

“i just did.”

“no, you didn’t.”

he leans back slightly, relaxed, completely comfortable letting you be a little frustrated. “you carry yourself younger at times,” he says. “but not in a bad way.”

you narrow your eyes. “that still feels like an insult.”

“it’s not,” he says, softer now. “it’s honest.”

you look at him for a second longer than you mean to. “okay,” you say quietly. “then how old are you?”

he doesn’t answer right away. instead, he tilts his head slightly, watching you like he’s deciding how much to give. “what do you think?” he asks.

you study him now, more deliberately. he doesn’t look older, not really. no obvious lines, no tiredness. and of course, he looks put together in a way most guys your age aren’t.

“twenty-seven,” you say finally. “maybe twenty-eight.”

he lets out a soft laugh—low, almost under his breath.

you frown immediately. “what?”

“nothing,” he says, shaking his head slightly with amusement.

“no, what?”

“you’re off,” he says.

“by how much?”

he pauses, then shrugs like it doesn’t matter. “enough.”

“that’s not an answer,” you says leaning forward closer now.

“it is,” he replies calmly. “just not one you like.”

you stare at him, half-annoyed, half-curious. “you’re not going to tell me?”

“not yet.”

your eyes narrow. “why?”

he meets your gaze fully this time. “because i want to see if it changes anything for you.”

you lean back slightly, thrown off in a way you don't show completely. “why would it?” you ask.

he shrugs after a small pause. he glances down at your cup. “you drink your coffee too slow, by the way.”

your mouth falls open a little as the moment quickly softens again. “oh my god.”

“just saying.”

“you’re unbelievable.”

“and you’re still here,” he points out lightly.

the conversation drifts again after that, easier now. you talk more without meaning to—little things, fragments of your life. he listens in a way that feels attentive, but not invasive. like he’s not collecting information, just understanding your pace.

‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.

you both drift toward the door without really deciding to. the conversation doesn’t end—it just slows, like both of you are aware it has to, eventually.

outside, the afternoon has softened. the heat isn’t as sharp anymore, but it’s still there, hanging in the air between you.

you shift your weight slightly, glancing down the street, then back at him. “this was…” you start, then stop, like you don't want to overdefine it. he watches you, gazed fixed on you patiently.

“unexpected,” you continue on.

he nods once. “yeah.”

“i still owe you,” you say.

he glances down at you. “you don’t.”

“i do.”

“you don’t,” he repeats, softer but final. but after a small beat, “if it makes you feel better, you can get the next one.”

you narrows your eyes. “there’s going to be a next one?”

he paused again, but only for a fraction of a second too long before he shrugged slightly like it was nothing. "if you break down again, i might start thinking it's planned."

you rolled your eyes, but a smile pulled helplessly at your lips. as you stepped out into the light of the sun, you realized two things at once. this man still hadn't told you who he is or his name, and that you somehow already agreed to see him again.

"let me see your phone," he said lowly, pulling his sunglasses over his eyes once again. it wasn't really a question.

and so you reached into your pocket, pulling out your phone, and without asking—he takes your hand gently, turning your palm slightly towards his. the faintest brush of his fingers sent an unexpected warmth up your arm in a way you couldn't ignore.

he picked up your phone that now seemed so small in his hands, typing something quickly before handing your phone back. you looked down at your screen, squinty slightly from the sun.

his name. a number.

joon 213-555-0010

when you look back up at him, he's already watching you—unreadable in a way that sent a pink flush throughout your cheeks.

"joon," you said, like you needed to say his name out loud. like you knew it was just a nickname.

he simply nodded, something small like a smile tugging at his lips from the sound of you hearing his name. "yeah."

he paused, low eyes peering above his sunglasses as he looked at you closely. "you gonna tell me yours?" he asked lowly, the baritone of his voice hitting a little too close.

so you told him, and he repeated it a few times under his breath like he had to let it sink on his tongue. "y/n," he said finally, voice quieter than usual. "pretty name for a pretty girl."

your eyes couldn't help but widely slightly at his bold words, the pink on your face turning into a deep red.

a small pause filled the air before you swallowed, trying your best to lock in your confidence in front of this man. "you didn't ask for my number," you said.

"i know."

"that's a little backwards."

"not really."

you titled your head. "why?"

he took a step back, giving you just a little more space. "because now it's your choice."

you study him for a second, like you're trying to figure out if this is some kind of game. some kind of reality tv show where they prank you with some hot mysterious man. but it didn't feel like one.

"and if i don't text you?" you ask.

a small pause before he shrugged easily. "then i'll assume you didn't want to." but his tone didn't have any pressure or persuasion in it.

"confident," you mutter.

"selective," he corrected.

you almost rolled your eyes—but you don't quite let it happen. he glances past you for a second, like he's remembering that he actually has somewhere to be. then, they quickly averted back to you.

"if you do," he continues, quieter now. "don't over think it."

you let a small laugh. "too late."

that earns a small smile from him, dimples tugging at his cheeks in a way you noticed immediately. "i figured."

another pause before he steps back swiftly, like he's deciding that he couldn't stay any longer than necessary—even if he wanted to. "i'll see you around," he says, for the second time.

before you can respond, he's already turning and stepping away, suddenly gone in the same effortless and casual way he arrived.

‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.

that night, you tell yourself you're not going to think about him.

and you failed immediately.

you failed when you went to dinner with your friends, when you did chores around your house; in the shower and when you laid in your own bed that night—the bed that was supposed to make your thoughts go away. it was the small things at first.

the way he didn’t rush anything. the way he answered questions without really answering them. the way he looked at you like he already understood something you hadn’t said out loud yet.

and as the night continued on, the bigger things settled in your brain, making heat shamefully pool between your legs.

he didn't ask for your number. he didn't try to lock you in. instead, he just left his number with you.

who is he?

your phone sat next to you with the screen dark and off, but it felt louder than anything else in the room. you fell into a cycle of picking it up and putting it back down.

finally, you picked it up again, finding his contact. you flipped it shut, sucking in a sharp breath at the thought of messaging him. you found your thumbs typing, deleting, then typing something again.

you exhale softly, leaning back against your pillow trying your hardest not to overthink it, his voice replaying in the back of your head.

he wasn't some typical guy—you could tell in the way he carried himself. he walked casually, but with assurance. he dressed with stride, but still managed to blend in. he talked with confidence, and every line was coated with experience.

so now, it wasn't just about texting him. it's about what it would mean if you did. because somehow, after one roadside encounter and a cup of coffee—you already wanted more than you should have.

‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.

namjoon's drive back was quiet. not because he wanted it to be—but because nothing else fit how he felt at the moment.

not even any of his music.

he had driven these streets thousands of times. the same turns, the same streets, the same palm trees. usually his mind is somewhere else entirely—work, mixes, deadlines, people who expect things from him.

but not tonight. because tonight, it kept circling back to you.

it all kept replaying in his head—the way you looked at him like you were trying to figure him out. he noticed the way you didn't try too hard. you didn't perform like everyone else in LA.

you didn't know what he is, who he is, or what kind of world he's involved in.

that was the part that was stuck in namjoon's head so deeply. because most people that meet him are already adjusted to him—already well aware, careful with their words and their tones, their intentions.

but you certainly weren't.

because you argued with him. you rolled your eyes and called him annoying. and you meant all of it.

a faint smile pulled at his mouth as he came to a stop at a red light. "twenty-seven," he muttered to himself, shaking his head and laughing slightly.

but still, you didn't hesitate.

he pulls into his place, kills the engine, but doesn’t get out right away. he glances at his phone, sitting in the center console of his car, dark and quiet.

but he doesn't reach for it. because namjoon was a patient man—he always had been. in work, in life, in everything that mattered.

once he gets inside his spacious, sleek home, he dropped his keys on the counter, running a hand through his hair, exhaling.

namjoon had been with plenty of women before. older, younger—in his world and outside of it. he always knows how it goes. he knows how to keep it light and uncomplicated.

but this didn't feel like that. because it felt like something that could get complicated. but instead of pushing it away like he normally would, he leaned into it. just a little.

an hour passes. then two.

namjoon tells himself he's not checking his phone. but it turns out to be a lie, because throughout night—he checks it without picking it up. glancing every time he walks past, like it might light up if he looks long enough. but it doesn't.

he tells himself to relax, that you have a life or that you might not be interested at all. but still—he wonders what you're up to. if you're thinking about him the way he's thinking about you. if you're overanalyzing that moment outside of the coffee shop.

suddenly, his phone buzzed. he doesn't look right away. he just looked at it before reading the unsaved number, no name attached. he picks it up and opens it almost immediately.

unknown: do you always leave girls with this much pressure or am i just special?

he lets out a quiet breath—half a laugh of amusement, half something else. there you finally were, exactly the way he had anticipated. he begins to type before he stops and quickly deletes it.

he leans back against the counter, thinking—not about what to say, but about how much he should give. because namjoon didn't want to rush this. he didn't want to come on too strong.

but he couldn't pretend that he was unaffected either, because he most certainly couldn't even if he wanted to. not with you.

he types again, this time sending it.

him: i was starting to think you wouldn't.

he watches the screen for a second longer than necessary, saving your contact before setting his phone down. it wasn't far, but it was just enough. because now, you know that he was waiting too.

‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.

you exhale softy, rolling onto your back with a smile that couldn't help but tug at your lips.

you: oh so you were waiting

a pause settled on the screen before the typing bubble popped up again.

joon: i was curious

you: that sounds like a more mysterious way of saying waiting

joon: you can call it whatever makes you feel better

and now, you definitely smiled at that. because he was already doing that thing again—side stepping without hesitation.

you: you're too difficult to read

joon: you're trying too hard then

you: i think you're just confusing

joon: only for you sweetheart

you actually laugh out loud at that, shaking your head and ignoring the way the nickname made pink tint your cheeks.

you: wow so is this how you talk to every girl you buy coffee for?

his reply comes faster this time.

joon: i don't buy anyone coffee

you: good answer

joon: an honest one what are you doing right now?

you glanced around your room like he could somehow see.

you: nothing important

joon: doesn’t sound convincing

you: i could say the same about you

joon: i’m working

you: doing your very mysterious job?

joon: still stuck on that?

you: a little

joon: you'll figure it out eventually

you bit your lip slightly, thinking of an answer.

you: you're very sure i'm going to stick around long enough to figure it out

joon: aren't you?

your heart does that annoying little jump again, and you don't answer right away. and he doesn't send anything else. instead, he waits. three minutes later;

you: maybe

joon: that's a start

another painfully long beat passes before your cellphone vibrates again.

joon: you busy tomorrow night?

you stare at the message, blinking twice to make sure you read it right. but somehow, half of you wasn't surprised. you were practically waiting in a way you couldn't admit. but the other half was incredibly in shock.

you started to type.. deleted it.. then typed again.

you: depends what are you planning?

joon: something better than coffee

you smiled immediately, even though you tried not to.

you: that's a little confident

joon: doesn't seem like you hate it

you: i don't

joon: good

a pause settled on the screen again.

joon: 8?

you exhaled slowly, the reality creeping in as you stared at the screen. you were really going to go on a date with this man. the same, confident and attractive man that had jumped your car and saved your day. the same man who's age and job you couldn't quite detect.

you: okay

joon: i'll pick you up don't overthink it

you rolled your eyes, smiling.

you: too late

joon: i know

and just like that, with one text conversation, it definitely was more than just a street thing.

‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.

you almost regret saying yes the moment you hear a car pull up outside, engine rumbling lowly outside your apartment window.

not because you didn't want to go, of course. but because now, it's real.

you check yourself in the mirror one last time, smoothing the bumps in your hair and coating your lips with gloss one last time. simple, but intentional. something that said you tried... but didn't try too hard.

your phone buzzed.

joon: i'm outside

when you step out, you see the car first. the same sleek and clean car that had pulled over in front of you on that busy highway engulfed in heat.

then him.

leaning slightly agains the driver's side door, towering over the car with his sleeves pushed up, looking like he's only been there for a minute—but completely settled anyway. he wore a costly-looking dress shirt, glimmering chain around his neck and a sparkling watch wrapped around his built arm. you swallowed hard.

his eyes flick up from the ground immediately when he notices you. and for a second, he just looks at you. completely, unashamedly taking you in with his eyes slowly.

"yeah..." he says lowly, dragging his lips ever so quickly along his lips as you approached him, heels clicking beneath you. "you're going to be a problem tonight."

you couldn't ignore the heat that sent down your spine, but you simply peered up at him, batting your eyelashes innocently. "aren't i always?"

"i haven't seen you always," he replied.

you rolled your eyes, but a small smile pulled at your lips anyway. then, he stepped back, opening the door for you. you don't the miss the way he does it without hesitation. and when you sit inside, you don't miss the way his gaze burns into you before closing your door.

‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.

the drive was easy, music low in the background, city lights coming to life as the sun started to dip below the horizon.

namjoon doesn't fill every silence—and somehow it makes it easier for you to talk.

"so where are you taking me?" you ask eventually.

"you'll see," he says casually, one hand on the steering wheel while the other rested between you.

"that's not helpful."

"it's not supposed to be."

you shook your head, smiling out the window. he pulls up to a restaurant that sits right by everything—the beach, the water, and the city. it was definitely upscale, but nothing intimidating.

inside, the lighting is warm yet dim, swift music playing and low conversations humming.

you were seated quickly. no waiting or confusion. you didn't quite realize the line of people who were standing for a table, and how you and him were able to breeze right past it.

when you arrive to your seat, it's right in front of the window, city lights and palm trees stretching on the glass in front of you. he pulls your seat out for you, helping you take off your coat and placing it along your chair.

after you place your orders, the conversation flows faster this time. less guarded, and more natural.

"so," he says, leaning back in his chair slightly. "what do you actually do?"

you sigh softly, like you already know the answer isn't impressive, even compared to his incredibly vague one. "i’m a waitress," you say. "nothing exciting."

he watches you for a second. "you keep saying that."

"because it's true."

"or because you think it's supposed to be."

that made you pause. "it's not exactly... impressive," you admitted.

he shrugs lightly. "most things that are don't matter."

you let out a small breath, like you didn’t expect that answer. “you always talk like that?” you ask.

“like what?”

“like you know something i don’t.”

a small smirk pulls at his mouth. “sometimes i do.”

‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.

you and namjoon are laughing a few minutes later—about something small and stupid—and it feels easy. too easy.

the song currently playing comes to an end and the music shifts. a different song comes on—smooth, familiar, something that's even playing everywhere recently.

you perked up immediately. "oh my god, i love this song."

he stills ever so slightly. it's quick and barely noticeable, but there's a flicker of something across his face. he glances down at the table, then back up at you. "yeah?" he asks, casual.

"yeah," you nod, smiling. "it's so good."

he hums in response, leaning back in his seat like it's just background noise. "not bad."

you narrow your eyes slightly. "not bad?" he shrugs. "it's alright."

you laugh. "you're impossible."

and he doesn't argue. but there's a faint smirk but he doesn't fully hide this time.

‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.

the dinner stretches longer than you expected. because neither of you seem to be in a rush to end it.

by the time the check comes, you reach for it instinctively. because at the cafe, he said he would let you get it this time.

but he's faster. of course he is.

"you don't have to—" you start.

"i know."

"that's not fair," you protest.

"it doesn't have to be," he said.

you sigh, but you're already smiling again.

as he hands the card over, the server pauses. "sorry," the server says, almost hesitant. "are you... are you—namjoon—"

namjoon already knows what's coming. he exhales softly, not annoyed at all, just used to it. "yeah," he says with a polite smile. you blinked.

"sorry- i thought so. i didn't want to assume."

he gives a small, reassuring nod.

"do you think i could-" the server gestures awkwardly. "just like, a quick autograph? my brother and i are huge fans."

you completely froze.

fan?

huge?

he doesn't make it a big deal. "yeah, no problem," he says, like it was normal. like this happens all the time. because it does.

he signs something quickly, hands it back with a polite smile.

"thank you—i appreciate it. you two have a great night," the server said before walking off.

silence settled between you for the brief a second. you were completely staring at him now, trying to control your facial expressions as you processed what just happened.

"you didn't tell me that happens to you," you said.

"i didn't think it mattered," he replied casually.

"well," you said slowly. "what exactly do you do?"

there it was. the question he definitely couldn't avoid this time. he leans back slightly, studying your expression. it was curious, but not intimidated or totally impressed. just curious.

"i told you," he said. "music."

you shook your head. "no, you said behind the scenes."

he huffed a small breath, close to a laugh before he paused. "i produce," he said finally. it was simple and direct—no bragging or boasting.

you blink again. "like... that song?"

a beat passes for a small moment before he nods once. "yeah."

and now, the air between you shifted. because now you knew; he wasn't just some guy who stopped to help you on the side of the road.

and somehow, it almost made things worse. because now, you had to figure out why he's here... with you.

‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.

the air outside feels cooler than before. or maybe it’s just because of the way everything shifted inside.

namjoon pushes the door open for you, stepping slightly to the side to let you walk out first—but as you pass, his hand settles lightly at the small of your back.

guiding. not grabbing or lingering too long. just there, resting on your back. it's subtle, but you can feel the intention seeping through you, especially in the way it instantly sends a shiver up your back.

your steps slow for half a second—not enough for him to comment on, but enough for you to notice yourself.

but he notices too.

you both walk a few steps in the parking lot in silence. it wasn't awkward, it was just both of you recollecting the entire night—including who he really was.

“so,” you say finally, glancing over at him, tone light like nothing’s changed, “you’re kind of a big deal, namjoon.”

he exhales a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “no.”

“that guy literally asked you for an autograph.”

“that happens sometimes.”

you narrow your eyes. “that’s not normal.”

“it is for me,” he says simply. it wasn't cocky or defensive, just the honest truth. it should've been intimidating. but you didn't let it land that way.

you shrugged slightly. "okay. but that still doesn't mean i'm impressed."

there's a pause before he looks at you—really looks this time. and something shifts in his eyes, subtle but sharper. more interested and intrigued by the young woman standing before him.

"good," he said lowly.

you blinked. "good?"

“i’d be a little concerned if you were.”

your lips press together slightly, trying not to smile. “you’re unbelievable.”

“i’ve been told.”

you both reach his car, but neither of you move to get in right away. he leans back against it slightly, arms relaxed and eyes fixed on you.

you cross your arms again. not closed off, just grounding yourself under his gaze. "so you just... make songs people know?"

"sometimes," he said with a shrug.

"ugh, that's such a non-answer."

his lips fought a smile at your remark. "it's an accurate one."

you shook your head, a small laugh escaping you. "you're so annoying."

"but you keep talking to me," he points out.

you finally glance up at him fully, and for a second, the eye contact lingers for a moment too long. it causes you to look away first, pink tinting your cheeks.

and namjoon notices everything.

the way you're holding eye contact a little less now. the way you're slightly more aware of yourself. the way you're trying not to let it change anything. but it doesn’t turn him off—it only pulls him in more.

“you got quiet,” he says.

“i didn’t.”

“you did.”

you look away for a second, then back at him. “i’m just thinking.”

“about?”

you hesitate. “nothing,” you say.

he tilts his head slightly, unconvinced—but he doesn’t push. instead, he steps a little closer. not enough to crowd you, but enough to spark the energy in the space between you even more.

“you’re doing that thing,” he comments quietly, eyes trailing up and down your figure.

your brows knit. “what thing?”

“trying to act like nothing changed.”

your stomach flips—annoyingly and immediate. “because nothing did,” you said.

a pause fills the air. he studies your face, like he’s deciding whether to call it out further. “alright,” he says finally.

you exhale softly. “you’re not going to say anything else?”

“i don’t need to.”

“that’s so—” you cut yourself off, shaking your head.

he watches you, a faint smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth now. “say it,” he murmurs.

you look at him, trying not to react to the way his voice dropped slightly. “it’s just… a lot,” you admit.

your answer was too honest for your liking, yet he didn't laugh or dismiss it. "yeah," he said quietly. "it can be."

a beat passed. "but i'm still the same guy you had coffee with," he said softly. and those words land, harder than anything else he's said.

you study him for a second, searching for something—ego, arrogance, anything that would make this easier to categorize.

but you don’t find it. instead, you're only able to find that same calm, steady version of him. the one who stopped his car for you. the one who let you decide whether to text him. the one who didn’t even bother to impress you.

“…okay,” you say finally. and you mean it.

there was a small shift in the air between you, the tension softening— but not totally disappearing.

“so,” he says, pushing off the car slightly, “you still letting me drive you home?”

you raise an eyebrow. “do i have a choice?”

“you always have a choice,” he said. a beat passes. "but i’d prefer if you said yes," he confessed playfully.

you huffs out a quiet laugh. “you’re very subtle.”

“i try.”

and for the second time that night, namjoon opens the passenger door for you. and this time, when you got in, it felt different; reality swirling around you and settling into your head.

the drive back was quieter than the one there. it wasn't awkward or empty—just filled with unspoken words and incredibly thick tension.

his gaze was fixed on the road, but you couldn't ignore the way you caught him glancing over at you multiple times in the corner of your eye. the music is low, humming softly through the speakers before another song comes on.

you glance over at the console, then over at him. "did you make this one too?" you ask, half teasing.

he doesn't look at you right away, a smirk pulling at his lips, leaving a sharp shadow along his jaw. "maybe."

you roll your eyes, fully smiling now. "you're never going to give me a straight answer, are you?"

"not all at once, pretty girl."

there it is again. not just the nickname that sent heat through your spine and in between your legs—but that confident, indirect promise of you sticking around long enough to unlock every thing about him.

‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.

you're looking out the window, surrounded by the kind of silence that makes everything feel more noticeable. but you're not really seeing or looking at anything, because you're too aware.

too aware of namjoon. the way he drives—one veiny hand on the wheel, relaxed but precise. the way the scent of his expensive cologne and shampoo made your knees weaken. the way he continues to glance over every now and then, quick, like he’s checking something without making it obvious.

you shift slightly in your seat every time he does.

suddenly, his hand moves from the wheel for just a second—resting briefly against the center console as he adjusts his grip. but through that movement, his large fingers brush lightly against your thigh.

he dragged them ever so softly on your thigh for what felt like forever—but only lasted two seconds—before moving his hand back to the center console. his fingers were barely there, not lingering or deliberate enough to call out. but it wasn't exactly accidental enough to ignore either.

your breath catches for just a second, but he doesn't react or apologize. he doesn't even look at you, and somehow that makes it worse.

you swallow hard, turning your head slightly towards the window again. but now you're even more hyper-aware of the space between you. your heart was doing something very annoying again, and you knew it.

he knew it.

he slows the car as you reach your place, parking smoothly before killing the engine. and just like that, everything went still.

neither of you moved right away. you looked down at your hands, then back up like you were about to say something. but you didn't.

he simply watches you for a second, less teasing in his eyes and more focus. he took in every inch of you, sitting so still and pretty in his car. looking at him like he was still the same guy who jumped your car, not like he was a guy who made every hit song. "you got quiet again," he says softly.

you let out a small breath. "you keep saying that."

"because you keep doing it."

you glance at him. this time, you don't look away immediately. "i'm just thinking."

"dangerous," he murmurs, pulling a small smile from you.

you reach for the door handle. "thanks for dinner," you say, like you're trying to keep it normal.

"yeah," he replies with a soft smile.

you open the door, stepping out thinking that the night is wrapped up. that he'll pull away and let you go. but then, you hear his door open too.

he rounds the front of the car, meeting you halfway up the short path to your door. he took his time not rushing—because he never did.

when you stop in front of your door, you turn to face him. and suddenly, it's close. closer than it's been all night. there wasn't a table, a center console, or any distractions now. just him, towering over you and filling your entire vision with nothing but him. his musky cologne quickly filled your nostrils, throwing your mind off balance.

"you don't have to walk me up," you say quietly, close to a whisper.

"i know," he says. but he doesn't step back.

a long pause fills the air, stretching long enough for the tension to feel intentional. his gaze drops briefly, to your lips—then back up to your eyes.

your breath catches again, softer now. but you were too close for namjoon to not notice it. "are you always this—" you start, then stop.

"this what?" he asks lowly, clenching his jaw ever so slightly at the mere sight of you fumbling with your words in front of him.

you shake your head slightly. "i don't even know."

a faint smile pulls at his mouth. "good." he took another step closer, not enough to trap you, but enough for the warmth of his body to wrap around you.

then, his hand lifts, hesitating for half a second before gently tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. he does it carefully, like he was giving you all the time in the world to pull away. but you didn't.

"you're overthinking again," he murmurs, low eyes scanning every inch of your face.

your voice comes out quieter than you expect. "you keep saying that like it helps."

"it does," he suggests casually.

"how?"

he leans in barely. he doesn't completely close the distance between you, but it was enough to send a bolt of warmth down your body. "because you're still here."

you tilt your head up just a little, before he leans in just a sliver more. and for a second, the moment is right there, sitting heavy in the little distance there was between you.

and then, he stops. just barely, coming to a small still when you could practically feel his breath on you. just enough that it didn't happen.

your eyes flicker across his face, confused, a little breathless. he watches your reaction carefully, low eyes trained onto your every movement.

and suddenly, there's that faint smirk again—but it's softer; barely there and more restrained than usual in a way you almost didn't catch.

"goodnight, doll," he said lowly. "sleep well."

like nothing had almost just happened.

he steps back, ripping the thick air that had just sat between you like a third person. breaking it and leaving you there standing with it.

“you’re—” you start, but you don't even know what to call him.

he tilts his head slightly, licking his lips and averting his gaze down you one last time. “what?”

you exhale half-laugh and half-frustration. “annoying.”

he smiles, dimples pulling at his cheeks. “i know," he says, before turning around and walking back to his car.

from the doorstep, you watch him get in, turn on the engine, and leave. leaving you there with more thoughts than your racing heart could keep up with and a miserable dampness in your panties.

‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.

namjoon's place is quiet again. too quiet.

he tosses his keys down, walks a few steps in, then stops—like his body forgot what he was about to do.

because his mind was entirely somewhere else.

it was still at your door. still immersed into that moment.

he leans back against his kitchen counter, exhaling. he's replaying everything now, like dinner—the way you didn't switch up when you found out what he did. you weren't suddenly impressed or started asking the wrong questions.

you stayed the same. maybe you were a little quieter, a tad bit more aware. but you didn't completely fold.

that absolutely sat under namjoon's skin now. he was completely enamored by you, and didn't want to pull a girl like you into his chaotic world. didn't want you to adjust to him because of who he was, like most people did.

but you didn't. you just took it in, and kept going. you stayed exactly the same—you still called him annoying and told him he wasn't impressive.

he looks at his phone sitting a few feet away. he already gave you control once. he let you decide whether or not to text him, to decide if it was going to go anywhere or not.

but he wasn't going to do that tonight.

him: you always look at people like that or was that just for me?

he sets the phone down, but not far. because you've consumed every inch of his mind again without even trying to. he thinks about the your eyes dropped to his lips, the way you didn't pull away.

his jaw tightened slightly. he knew he was in trouble.

his phone lit up again.

her: like what?

he lets out a quiet breath, a smile pulling at his lips. the way you played it off, like you always did, made him only want more. made him think that maybe he should've kissed you right then and there—should've forgot about being a man and taking his time with you and—

he slowly took in a deep breath through his nose, dragging a hand across his face.

him: like you were about to do something you'd regret

her: don't know if i'd call it regret

namjoon liked that a little too much, licking his lips and leaning back. because now, he knows you felt it too.

‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.

a few days and several text conversations later, namjoon sends you a text on a night he knows you're not working. no question or explanation, just;

joon: be ready at 7

when he picks you up, the air already shifts when you walk outside. it was in the way he looked at you, slow and deliberate, like he wasn't hiding it at all anymore. he takes his time, eyes trailing from your shoes, to the way your skirt falls, the jewelry at your wrist, to your face.

"you always dress like this, doll?" he asks lowly, stepping closer to you.

you raise an eyebrow, ignoring the way the name made your brain feel like mush. "like what?"

"like you knew exactly what you were doing when you picked that."

your lips pressed together slightly, trying not to smile. "maybe i did."

a faint smirk pulled at his lips. "yeah," he agreed. "i think you did."

‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.

the driver is longer, along the coast again. his tinted windows are cracked, music low with the sky fading into the darkest blue that only happens by the water.

you and namjoon talk, but it's far from that careful, first date way. the conversation flowed between you easily. you interrupted each other, went off on tangents. doubled back to things you both said earlier. like you both have done this together longer than you actually had.

when you arrive, the place is even more secluded than last time. a quiet overlook with soft lights and the ocean extending endlessly in front of you. the sound of waves clashed below in a way that was steady and grounding.

it felt private, like the rest of the world didn't exist here.

you and namjoon sit closer this time without question. dinner stretches and the conversation flows. you don't even discuss all the big things, but it's the way you talk about the small ones that makes it feel different.

you tell him about what hobbies you have, about your job—how it's routine, how people underestimate it, and how sometimes you feel stuck. and he doesn't brush it off or give you empty encouragement like most people did.

"you're not stuck," he corrected you firmly.

you scoff every is slightly. "that's easy for you to say."

"it's not about me," he replies softly. "you just need to find what you want."

you pout slightly in a way that makes his heart falter. "and you have?"

he pauses for half a second. "yeah." that same confidence remained in his tone, and for a second it felt like he might have been talking about something else.

at some point, his hand settles at the back of your chair. but this time, it stays. it wasn't touching you directly, but it was close enough to make you aware of it. aware of him.

you shift slightly and his slender fingers brush at your shoulders. they rest there for a second longer than necessary before pulling back. his warmth and his actions sent an unbearable heat between your legs.

after dinner, you both step away from the table, walking along the edge of the overlook. the night air is cooler now, ocean breeze slipping through you. you and him walk a little closer than before, shoulders lightly brushing with every few steps.

you wrapped your arms around you slightly, and his jacket is already around your shoulders before you can say anything.

you glance back at him, stopping in your steps to look at him properly. "you know... you're very sure of yourself."

"that bothers you?"

"no," you admit honestly. "it's just—different."

he pauses for a small moment. "from what you're used to?" he asks.

you nod slightly. he studies you for a second. "you're trying to figure out how old i am again."

your eyes widen slightly. "i'm not—"

"you are."

you exhale. "okay, maybe a little."

he lets your confession sit in the air before he nods slightly toward a couple walking past you two—a generation older than you, quieter, and settled. "you think i'm closer to them, or closer to you?" he asks.

you look back at the couple, then back at him. you really look at him, thinking about the way he carries himself. the way he speaks. the way he doesn't rush anything.

your expression shifts. "...okay," you say slowly. "how old are you?"

he pauses for longer than just a few seconds. "thirty-three," he answers finally.

you can't help but blink. once. twice. "...really?"

"yeah."

you study him again, like the answer didn't quite align with what you were seeing. "you don't look thirty-three."

"i know," he answered casually.

"that's kind of unfair," you said playfully.

he smiled softly. "i've heard that."

a quiet beat passes as namjoon watches you carefully, curiously watching your expression.

you shrug slightly. "okay."

he tilts his head. "that's all?"

"what?" you ask. "were you expecting something else?"

"most people... adjust," he stated.

you look at him deeply, peering up at him through your eyelashes. "well i'm not most people."

he steps closer, lightly closing the space between you. his scent filled your head once again, making your breath catch.

"yeah," he said lowly. "i noticed."

‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.

later, when you leave the restaurant together, you don't rush out. you never do.

namjoon walks slightly behind you first as you both headed towards the entrance, one hand finding its way onto the small of your back. it became natural now, something you didn't react to—externally, at least.

his hand was there, guiding you carefully down the steps.

two hostesses near the front glance up. then they glance at namjoon. then to you, then back at him.

a quick look exchanged between them followed by a few whispers and positive smiles. he catches it immediately. of course he does.

namjoon doesn’t look directly at them—he doesn’t acknowledge it—but there’s the faintest change in his expression. then his hand presses just slightly firmer at your back.

a quiet, almost instinctive gesture. not to show off. just to keep you close—and slightly focus the attention on you.

you don't notice the whispers, but you do notice the presence of his hand grow warmer. "what?" you ask, glancing back at him.

"nothing," he says easily.

the lights from the restaurant glowed behind you, the cool night air and a soft breeze coming off the water hitting you all at once.

there's a small set of marble steps leading down towards the parking area. you start down them without thinking—mind entirely captured by namjoon—and suddenly your heel catches slightly.

it's quick—barely a stumble, but it's enough to throw you off balance slightly. his large hands instantly find their way to your waist firmly, tightening his grip and steadying you before you could even process anything.

"careful, baby," he murmurs, low and close. the name slipping out like it had always belonged there.

you freeze for half a second, breath catching slightly before you steady yourself, hand instinctively brushing against his arm.

"I'm fine," you say, a little too quickly, beginning to continue a careful ascend down the steps and ignoring the heat on your cheeks.

namjoon however, doesn't move his hands right away. they linger on your waist a second longer than necessary, making sure you're fully balanced. "i know," he says calmly.

you look up at him, trying to play it off. "you don't have to—"

"i know," he cuts in softly.

and when you reach the bottom of the steps, his hand doesn't leave your back. it stays there, steady, guiding you towards his car like you're already part of his space.

‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.

the drive back is quiet, the low vibration of the music and the city lights and palm trees flickering past practically lulling you to sleep.

and namjoon's presence, of course.

his large hand rested on the wheel, the other on the center console. close enough. by the minute, you swear it continues to get closer.

"tell me about him," namjoon says suddenly, the deep baritone of his voice making your thighs press together slightly.

you frown slightly from confusion. "about who?"

"your ex."

it catches you off guard. "...why?"

he shrugs lightly, sharp eyes still on the road. "i'm curious."

you hesitate before sighing. "he was..." you trailed off, trying to find the right word. "lazy."

half a second passed. "immature," you added. "didn't really pay attention to me unless it was convenient."

and as you talk, namjoon's jaw tightens slightly. it's subtle and controlled in a way you don't notice, but it's there.

"he just-" you shook your head slightly, looking out the window. "i don't know. it felt like I was always asking for the bare minimum."

for a long second, silence fills the car. namjoon's fingers tap once against the console. then, they shift. his hand moves unhurriedly, eventually finding its way to rest against your thigh, making a sharp bolt of warmth shoot down your body.

"yeah," he says finally, voice low and rough. "that sounds about right."

you glance at him. "what does that mean?"

he paused for a second. "guys your age," he continues, calm but edged with something sharper now. "they don't know what to do with a woman like you."

your stomach flips in a way that is impossible to ignore. "and you do?" you ask teasingly, trying to keep your tone steady.

his thumb shifts slightly against your thigh slightly. butterflies erupted in your stomach and your thighs shifted in a way you couldn't help, trying to disregard the heat between your legs.

"i wouldn't ignore you," he says simply.

the air in car seems to shift as you swallow hard, glancing out the window before looking back at him. "you barely know me."

"i know enough," he answers.

your breath catches slightly. namjoon's hand stays sat on your thigh steadily, like he knows exactly what it's doing to you.

"and i definitely wouldn't have you asking for anything," he adds. his words land deeper than they should, etching themselves into the back of your mind without asking.

you let out a quiet, almost nervous laugh. "you're very confident."

"i'm honest," he says. he pauses for a moment. then, his voice drops just a little—"big difference."

you look at him again, thoroughly scanning his face this time. "you always talk like that?" you ask.

"only when i mean it."

another silence settles between you, this time sitting thick; heavy with everything both of you haven't said. his hand finally shifts, but not away from you. it only slides higher along your thigh before settling again.

"relax, doll," he murmurs softly, voice low and deep.

you exhale slowly, trying to steady yourself. "you're doing that on purpose."

"doing what?"

you shake your head slightly. "you know exactly what."

a faint smirk pulls at his lips. "yeah," he answers. "i do."

‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.

suddenly, the rest of the drive feels too short.

namjoon pulls to your curb, parking swiftly with one hand before cutting the engine. silence fills the space, neither of you reaching for the door immediately.

you look down at your hands, then back up, like you're about to say something—but the words don't come as easily now. because everything, from the restaurant, the drive is still sitting in between you. his hand, his voice. doll.

"you got quiet again," he says softly.

you let out a small breath. "you make it hard not to."

he stills ever so slightly, like your words had pulled something out of him. "do i?" he asks.

you look at him, holding his intense gaze this time. "yeah."

he pauses for longer than normal, eventually moving his hand before his mouth. he starts slow—not to your thigh this time—but higher. his fingers lift, brushing lightly along your jaw. just the tips, tracing the line like he needed to memorize it.

your breath catches immediately, peering up at him through your eyelashes as you seemingly couldn't look away from his face. he tilts his head slightly, watching your reaction closely.

"you always look like this when you're thinking?" he murmurs.

your voice comes out quieter than you expect. "like what?"

his thumb lingers beneath just beneath your chin for just a second. then it shifts slightly, guiding your face just enough so that you're looking directly at him and nothing else.

"like you're trying to figure out if this is a good idea," he says.

your heart practically stumbles. because he absolutely was right. "and?" you ask quietly.

a small smirk pulls at his mouth. but this one was softer, like it was more certainty than teasing. "i think you already decided," he murmurs. his gaze drops briefly, down to your lips, then back up again. this time, he doesn't even try to hide it.

"you're dangerous, you know that?" you say, barely above a whisper.

he leans in slightly, his scent taking over your lungs. "yeah?"

your breath is uneven now. "yeah."

his gaze drifts again, over your face, slower this time. fully taking you in. "you still thinking about the age thing?" he asks.

"no," you respond, holding the burning eye contact.

he studies you for half a second, like he's deciding if you're telling the truth. then, he exhales quietly, almost amusedly. "yeah," he says. "didn't think you would."

his hand lifts from your chin before resting lightly at your waist, thumb pressing just slightly before easing.

"probably better for you," he adds, voicer lower now, teasing but grounded in something real and deep, "if you didn't get used to someone like me."

your stomach flips instantly. "who says i'm getting used to you?" you shoot back, trying to play it off.

a smile tugs at his lips. "doll," he murmurs, softer and closer, the warmth of his breath hitting your neck. "you're already here."

‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.

a few days later, namjoon sends you an address located in the corner of a private street in LA telling you to meet him there. telling you that he wanted to show you something.

a building tucked slightly off the main road, close enough to the water that the air already feels different when you step out of the car.

you hesitate for a half a second before going in. not nervous, but just a little too aware of what you were walking into. with a few instructed taps on the door buzzer, you were let in.

inside, the hallway light is dim, soft lights lining the walls that were decorated with award cases, album posters, and framed vinyls. the floors were sleek and bass echoed through the walls.

you followed the sound the sound down the hallway, until you find a studio door that's slightly open. the gold plate on it reading, "kim namjoon" then below it, "head executive producer."

you exhale softly, heart slightly stopping at that and swallowing a little too hard before you push it gently, and that's when you see him.

sitting at the main console, leaning forward slightly, elbows resting near the soundboard. one hand adjusting a dial, the other resting against his chin like he's listening too closely.

he was so immersed that he hadn't noticed you yet.

the room was lowly lit—colored LEDS instead of overhead lights, the glow from the equipment reflecting softly against his face.

and there's something about him like this—focused, quiet, and completely in his element—that hits differently, making your stomach twist into a knot.

his sleeves are pushed up again, glistening watch catching the light as he moves his hand. a chain rests below his collar, barely visible, but sparkling in the light.

everything about him is so simple, but it fits him all too well. you don't mean to stare, but you definitely do.

and then, like he felt it—namjoon finally glances up. your eyes immediately meet, and you swear you felt a spark flash through your body.

for a split second, he doesn't say anything. he just looks at you, gaze taking you in deliberately.

then, he licks his lips so lightly you almost don't catch it. "you just going to stand there," he says, voice low and soft. "or are you coming in?"

you blink, snapping out of your trance slightly. "i-i didn't want to interrupt."

"you didn't," he replies easily. but his eyes linger on you for a second longer, almost like he knew you were watching him.

you step inside, softly closing the door behind you. the white lighting from the hallway had disappeared now, fully engulfing you into his world—his studio, his creative space—the place where he made every hit even possible. the big room suddenly felt smaller now, more private.

you look around, taking it all in. the walls are boarded with soundproof panels, and large speakers are placed around the sleek equipment. there's two chairs, a beanbag, and couch with folders of music sheets and lyrics scattered on the floor and on counter tops. "this is... really nice."

"mm," he hums, leaning back in his chair and spreading his legs slightly. "it works."

you glance at him. "you say everything like that."

"like what?"

"like it's not a big deal."

a faint smirk. "it's not."

you roll your eyes, but a smile tugs at your lips. he gestures towards the seat next to him. "come here." it wasn't a question.

you walk over, sitting beside him—closer than expected, immediately greeted by his warmth and the musk of his cologne.

he turns towards the console, grabbing a pair of high-end headphones. "listen to this," he says. he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear before carefully placing them over your head.

music plays—smooth and layered. it had no lyrics, but it was already catchy. you hummed in delight. "it's really good," you said softly, gently taking the headphones off.

"i know," he replies casually.

you laugh. "you're insufferable."

he glances at you, a smirk forming. "you're still here though."

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after a few minutes of namjoon showing you some buttons, he glances at you. "you want to try something?" you look at him, a bit hesitant. "like what?"

he shifts slightly, turning your chair just enough so that your angled more towards the board. "come on," he says, nodding towards the controls. "i'll show you."

"...i feel like i'm going to mess something up," you say.

"you won't."

"how do you know?" he leans in slightly, his breath hitting your neck ever so slightly. "because i'm right here."

your stomach flips again. he reaches around you slightly, one hand bracing lightly against the edge of the console near you, the other guiding your hand toward a dial.

“turn this,” he says, voice lower now, near your ear.

you try to focus. you really do. but namjoon is close. too close. his warmth spilling all over you, hitting you in all the places that made your thighs pull closer together.

you turn the dial slowly—and immediately the sound distorts in a ridiculous way. you both pause.

"...was that supposed to happen?" you ask.

he stares at the board for a second before a short laugh escapes him, dimples tugging at his cheeks. "no," he says.

you burst out laughing. "i told you!"

he shakes his head with another laugh, reaching forward to fix it, his arm brushing yours again. "you didn't break it," he says. "relax."

"i definitely did something."

"you did," he replies with a smile. "just not what i said."

you laugh again, softer this time.

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you're standing now, not sitting anymore.

because namjoon told you to.

“stand here,” he said, guiding you lightly by the waist until you were in front of the soundboard. no asking, just placing you there. you stiffened under his touch that sent a light shock through you.

"relax, doll," he murmurs behind you. the deep baritone of his voice hitting a little too close.

you exhale slowly, trying to focus on the board in front of you—but it's hard when you can feel him right behind you. he steps in closer, practically pressing you together.

one hand reaches around you, bracing against the console. the other finds yours, fingers sliding over yours, adjusting your grip on one of the controls. "not like that," he says, low. "too quick."

"i'm not doing anything fast," you defend weakly, trying your best to sound steady.

you hear a quiet, almost amused exhale behind you. "yeah?" he murmurs deeply.

his chest brushes lightly against your back as he leans in closer, guiding your hand again—slower this time. "you rush when you're nervous."

"i'm not nervous."

"mm," he hums, unconvinced. his hand tightens slightly over yours, turning the dial with you. the sound shifts, smoother this time. "like that," he says.

but he doesn't move away, not even a little bit. you swallow, your body hyper-aware of every point of contact. his hand over yours, his chest behind you, his voice vibrating your ear. and you definitely tried to ignore something hard resting against your ass.

"you do this with everyone?" you ask.

"no," he answered simply.

at to that, your heart stumbled. his hand left yours, but only came to settle at your waist, firm and steady. in his grip he turned you slightly—not fully, but enough to turn your attention away from the board and onto him. "you're distracted again," he murmured.

you let out a soft breath. "you keep saying that like it's my fault."

a smirk pulls at his lips, one that you can practically hear in his voice. "doll," he says lowly, "you haven't been focused since you walked in."

your stomach flips as you turn your head slightly, giving just enough space to look back at him—but it's a mistake. because he's already looking at you, his face much closer than expected and barely any space left between you now.

"you always get like this?" he asks softly.

"like what?"

his gaze drops slowly, then back up again. "quiet." he pauses. "...when you feel something."

your breath catches. "you act like you know me," you say.

"i do," he replies casually. those words shouldn't hit you as hard as they do, but they do anyway—causing your heart to leap.

he shifts you fully this time, making you fully face him as his large hands still rested at your waist, thumbs pressing in ever so slightly.

"or maybe," he adds, voice quieter now. "you're just not used to someone who pays attention."

your chest rises slowly. "and you do?"

"to you?" he asks quietly, something flickering across his eyes. "of course i do."

a small pause. "i wouldn't ignore you," he mutters in your ear, breath hot down your neck in a way that makes your hairs stand up. his hand tightens slightly against you. "not like they did."

his words land, striking the base of your heart deeply. "and i definitely wouldn't have you guessing where you stand."

your breath is uneven now, but you can't seem to look away. "confident," you murmur.

"experienced," he corrects simply. his voice and his head dips lower just slightly—"difference is...i know how to treat a woman like you properly."

and suddenly the last thread holding you steady is already gone. you exhale softy, almost a laugh, but not quite. "you always talk like this?"

"only when i mean it."

silence fills the space around you, heavy and close. one of his hands lifts from your waist slowly before coming to your jaw and tracing along it deliberately, just like he did before.

his thumb sits at your chin, tilting your face up just slightly. it takes everything in you for your knees to not buckle right then and there, taking in his low, piercing gaze.

"you keep looking at me like that," you whisper.

"like what, hm?" he asks, voice low as he tilts his head lower, leaving little space between your noses. you felt like your whole world was spinning, trying to ground yourself properly without clinging onto him.

"like you're about to do something."

he pauses for a split second, licking his lips while his eyes practically swirled with darkness. then—low and certain—"i am."

and this time, namjoon doesn't stop himself. he leans in, fully closing the last bit of distance between you, crashing his lips onto yours. it's immediate—but not rushed. he kisses you slow, deep, like he's been holding it back for too long and finally had decided he was done.

you respond quickly, completely melting under the contact and moving your lips into his. your breath catches against his, one hand instinctively finding one of his big arms, while the other gripped on his shirt to steady yourself— because it hits you all at once.

the way he pulls you closer against him, one of his hands firmly settled at your waist while the other holds your head possessively, gently tilting your head at an angle that allowed him to kiss you deeper.

you lean into him without thinking—and he feels it, of course. he hooks his fingers around the belt loop of your denim skirt, pulling you even closer. the kiss deepens—but it isn't overwhelming. it's certain, like he wanted to take his time with his lips against yours.

your fingers tightened against him, causing him to exhale quietly against your lips, like he had been waiting for that exact response from you.

when you both pull back, you barely move an inch. foreheads close, breath uneven, and neither of you pulling away. his hands remain at your waist, yours still on him.

and after a second of catching your breath—namjoon leans in again. not because he's testing it anymore, but because he wants it—no, he needs it again. and you seem to meet him there just as fast.

his lips capture yours for the second time that night, practically taking your breath with him. your thighs press together slightly as you kiss him back, your hand sliding higher along his arm, gripping his bicep and pulling him closer without even realizing it.

his grip tightens slightly. "don't start something you can't finish, doll..." he murmurs quietly against your lips, voice rough.

the kiss suddenly shifts, not messy or rushed—but hungry. namjoon's hand slid shamelessly down your waist and onto your ass, sliding up and down its curve like it was already his.

that pulled a gasp out of you, and he saw it as the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. you allow him, opening your mouth more to let him further explore it with his tongue. your lips practically molded together, saliva mixing as he swirled his tongue around yours.

"look at you..." he mutters, barely pulling back, his thumb brushing your jaw again. "so responsive."

your stomach flips more times than you can count. "don't—" you start, breath uneven, but you can't even finish the sentence before you feel dampness between your legs.

"don't what, baby?" he asks lowly, smirking faintly against your lips. "don't notice you?" he kisses you again before you can answer. his hand slides up from your ass, up your waist to your side—slower and more deliberate, before settling it there again, like he's grounding you there with him.

your grip on him tightens, deepening the kiss without intending to. "doll..." he murmurs, quietly now like it's a warning.

but he doesn't stop, and you most certainly don't want him to. all of a sudden namjoon is moving, guiding you back without breaking the kiss, step by step, until the back of your legs hit the couch.

you exhale softly in surprise—before you're sitting and he is too, pulling you with him. now, you find yourself on his lap—straddled on top of him with his hands firmly gripping your thighs and with everything much closer.

your hands find his broad shoulders, this time holding onto him like you desperately need to steady yourself, leaning into him once more. and namjoon notices, like he always does.

a low exhale leaves him, almost like a quiet laugh. "not pulling away anymore, are you, baby?" he murmurs, brushing his lips along your jaw slowly while his big palms drag up and down your thighs.

his plush lips trace the line of your jaw, littering soft kisses and your head tilts slightly to give him space without even thinking about it. "good," he praises quietly against your skin, lips trailing their way down your neck.

as he presses soft kisses along your neck, one of his hands presses a little firmer into your thigh, keeping you against him as the other rested gently at your neck—not enough to put pressure—but enough for your mind to go blank and make your thighs noticeably shift.

your breath hitches just above him, and his other hand soothes slowly against your thigh to steady you. "you have no idea..." he murmurs, lightly digging his teeth into your skin, making you shudder. "how hard i was trying to take my time with you."

your fingers tighten against him, struggling to ignore the unbearable ache in your core. "then why aren't you?" you manage softly, voice weaker than usual, knowing you didn't want that.

he paused for a moment, the warmth of his breath tingling down your neck and through your spine. his voice comes lower this time, but steadier. "because you stopped me from wanting to."

he pulls back just enough to look at you again, dark and low eyes trailing every inch of your face. his hand comes up, brushing your hair behind your ear slowly, slower than before.

"you're trouble, princess," he says lowly, another nickname rolling off his tongue with ease. "but i like it."

your breath is still uneven, your heart racing faster than your mind—but you don't look away. "good," you murmur.

namjoon's jaw tightens slightly at that—not in frustration, but in complete restraint. what's left of it, at least.

his hand that rested along your neck slid up, tilting your chin upwards with his thumb once again, making sure that you were really looking at him. "you sure about this, doll?" he asks lowly.

you nod without hesitation. "yes."

a small pause fills the thick, small space between you, but his smoldering gaze doesn't leave yours. his gentle hold on your jaw tightens ever so slightly—not to harm you, but to ground you into the moment. "you understand...i'm not the kind of man you forget after this."

your breath catches, but you don't pull back. "i know," you say softly, holding his gaze.

his hands return to your waist, firmer this time, pulling you just slightly closer to him—close enough that space barely existed anymore. "yeah..." he murmured, his thumb tracing lightly along your skin. "then stay with me."

you nearly shuddered from his words, the warmth of his body on yours surrounding you and making your skin tingle. "i will," you nearly whispered, praying that he couldn't feel the dampness between your legs at the thought of never leaving his side.

"good," he grunted in your ear, hot breath spilling down your neck. he pulled back just slightly before closing the space between you once again, tilting your head with his thumb and pulling your lips in with his unhurriedly.

you immediately softened into him as you moved your lips together, your chest immediately becoming flush against his and practically folding underneath his touch. his hands left your waist, finding their grip lower and onto your ass, holding you steadily against him while his tongue explored you once more.

his lips left yours to litter your neck with kisses—sloppy and open-mouthed this time, sucking harder and marking a trail of red marks down to your collarbone. you whimpered with every suck, thighs noticeably shifting against his legs.

namjoon's slender fingers found their way underneath your top, sliding it up slowly—like he was waiting for you to stop him—but you never did. you only complied, lifting your arms up. and in one swift motion, your top was off, and his lips already found themselves on your cleavage.

"so beautiful, baby," he murmured into your skin, tongue lightly lapping against the mark he had just made on top of your breast.

suddenly you felt his big palms on your waist once again before he manhandled you—lifting you up and lying you gently across the couch before his large figure quickly filled your vision and filling up your entire view.

all you could see in the ambient light of his studio was his broad shoulders, his low, piercing eyes, and glimmering chain now hanging in front of your face before he captured your lips again. you practically moaned into it, fingers gripping tightly into his shirt like you needed more.

"fuck," he murmured against you between kisses, intertwining his long fingers with yours, dragging your palm deliberately up his chest. your hands moved before your mind, tugging him closer by his shirt and immediately fumbling with the buttons.

he smirked, large hands moving to help you take it off. once he tossed it somewhere in the room, your hands danced around his body greedily, trailing over his abs, from his chiseled chest and to his swell back.

"should be taking you to my house like a fuckin' man. should fuck you in my bed slow 'n proper. but i've lost my patience with you, doll," he breathed lowly, licking his lips with hunger.

you could only bring yourself to whimper, as namjoon's big palm creeped around your thigh, trailing every so slowly inwards before stopping. your legs couldn't help but twitch helplessly underneath his touch, causing him to let out an amused breath of air.

"but you don't want that, do you?" he asked lowly in your ear, the desire in his voice making your core ache with unbearable need. his hands trailed closer to your heat, dragging his fingers leisurely against your inner thigh.

you shook your head desperately, but that wasn't enough for him. his fingers hooked around your skirt. "wanna hear you use that pretty mouth of yours, baby."

"i—yes—" you blurted breathlessly, struggling to find the words. "i want it—want you. here, joonie. right now."

his cock strained even harder against his pants. "good girl," he muttered before pulling your skirt down. when it was disregarded, namjoon's hands found your thighs again and you suddenly felt his long fingers trace against slowly against your sopping heat barely shielded by your lacy thong, sending a shiver down your entire body.

"wet for me already and i haven't even started with you," he smirked, finally hooking your panties to the side and letting your soaking core be hit by the cold air. your thighs instinctively went to clamp shut, but he quickly stopped them with his big hands.

"so sensitive, doll," he murmured, placing one big thumb just above your clit while the other fingers outlined your inner thigh. "guys your age don't take their time like this, do they?"

you shook your head immediately, whining out before his fingers glided up slowly against your wetness, his index finger swiping in between your folds. his thumb rubbed your clit in a long circle, pulling out a desperate whine out of your mouth.

finally, he pushed one long finger in between your folds, sliding into your hole that sucked him in, your wetness gushing his fingers. you whined loudly as he dragged it along your walls before plunging back in.

namjoon closed the distance between your faces, capturing your lips in with his and sucking on your bottom lip as he inserted another finger, thrusting into you at a steady pace while his thumb remained on your clit.

when he pulled away, it was only to align his face at your entrance. his hand firmly gripped onto your thighs, holding you in place. his fingers slowed inside of you as his nose came close to your core, the warmth of his breath directly hitting your pussy and making you twitch underneath him.

a small smirk pulled at his lips before he poked his tongue out, licking a light, gentle stripe against your folds. "mm, taste so sweet, baby." you reacted immediately, thighs clenching around his head in a way he enjoyed a bit too much, his free hand wrapping around your leg firmly as he lapped delicately at your entrance.

you moaned his name, legs finally relaxing under his grip as he took his time with soaking your taste on his tongue. namjoon couldn't help but smirk against your folds, his plump lips completely enveloping your pussy into his mouth and sucking your wetness in hungrily.

it wasn't long before you felt his tongue greedily prying through your entrance, crying out in breathless moans. his two fingers stretched open your walls to allow more room for him to explore you with his tongue.

namjoon was absolutely driving you over the edge—his tongue plunged through your tight walls like no other, slender fingers stroking your insides while his thumb massaged your clit vigorously. he ate at you like he had starved for this—your back immediately curving off of the couch as you felt unbearable pressure twine into your stomach.

"that's it, doll," he cooed against your folds, his nose sitting on top of your clit. then, his voice dropped lower—"cum for me."

and so you did—completely letting go as your first orgasm tore through you like lightning. your legs shook around namjoon's head, his free hand rubbing against your thigh gently while his two fingers slowed inside of you. his tongue moved against your folds slowly, taking in every last drop of your release between his lips.

when your body was finally at ease from the state of euphoria he took you to, namjoon trailed kisses from your stomach and up, his hands gently caressing your sides.

"look at you taking me so good," he murmured between kisses, lips on yours now. "think you're ready for my cock, hm, baby?"

you nodded quickly, practically squirming beneath him. "yes joon—need it so bad." your fingers found his belt loop—his large hands finding yours immediately, helping you take off his pants entirely.

it was then when you saw the largest imprint strained tightly against his boxers, making you swallow hard without even realizing. his fingers looped around the hem, taking them off in a swift motion as he stood up.

his cock sprung out in front of you—thick, long, and angry with pre-cum glistening at the end. you sat up straight, jaw slightly slack without even realizing. namjoon's lips fought a smirk as he hovered over you, large shoulders swell and thick member curving up.

his low eyes looked down at you, clouded with darkness. he wrapped his large hand around the thick base of his cock, stroking slightly while taking in the sight of you in front of him.

"fuck," he grunted, "don't got any condoms, baby." "it's okay, joon," you replied softly.

"you sure, doll?" he asked, tracing his fingers lightly against your jaw, tilting your head to look up at him fully.

you nodded. "wanna feel all of you," you said almost shyly.

"have no clue what you're doing to me," he responded lowly, almost to himself. then namjoon leaned down, grabbing your hips and lifting you up swiftly. you yelped in surprise as he sat down, bringing you back on top of his lap. only this time, you were skin to skin, your arousal miserably smearing onto his legs.

but he didn't seem to care. his large hands rubbed softly down your sides as he licked his lips. "you're so small, baby," he muttered in your ear, his thumb pressing into the side of your hip. "might break you."

"that's okay," you whispered, peering up at him with big, needy eyes.

"yeah?" he asked darkly, like your response had just snapped the last bit of restraint left in him. he held onto your hips firmly as he pulled you up, aligning your entrance with his cock. "gonna ruin you then, baby."

your hands gripped onto his broad shoulders immediately to steady yourself, his fat tip pushing through your folds and breaking into your tight entrance. you moaned out in a mix of pleasure and pain, feeling every inch of his width pushing slowly into your walls as you sunk down fully on his lap.

his grasp on you became tighter as he guided you further down, hissing in pleasure as he split you open widely with his cock. your eyes shut tight as your inner thighs kissed his. slowly, the tip of his member found the back of your walls, your head throwing back from the overwhelming stretch.

namjoon held you against him firmly, allow you to fully adjust to his length before he captured your lips into a kiss. "it's okay, doll," he murmured against you. "you're taking me so well."

after a minute of soft, warm coos in your ear—namjoon began to slide you up and down his vast length slowly with his large hands, emitting a loud whine from your lips. soon, he picked his pace, his cock repeatedly kissing the deepest part of your hole. "good baby... that's it," he praised lowly.

your head was filled with nothing but the thought of you, him, and his fat cock curving up inside of you and exploring your walls. he took you to a pure state of euphoria as he thrusted up in you. his hold was firm on you as he bounced you up and down his cock.

your eyes fluttered at your view, melting under his piercing gaze— his jaw tightened in pleasure and concentration, low eyes scanning your fucked-out expression hungrily. you nearly screamed in pleasure.

"such a good girl for me," he grunted in your ear, one large palm trailing up your sides before resting along your neck. his fingers wrapped around it slightly—not enough to hurt, but enough to apply pressure that made your mind dizzy and your pussy clench his member tightly.

his other hand came firmer around your waist before suddenly you were moving—your head being guided back down on the couch while your body was being manhandled by namjoon while he kept his cock buried deep inside of you. one hand settled beside your head while the other remained grazing your throat lightly.

once you both fully adjusted to the new position, namjoon continued to thrust in you, roaming your pussy at an entirely new angle. your wetness gushed around his cock sloppily, filling the room with lewd slapping noises. "you fit around me so well, doll," he muttered breathlessly, breath shooting down your spine as he littered messy kisses along your neck.

his hand traveled from your throat down to your thighs, finding your clit and rubbing it softly. you were a moaning mess beneath him as he fucked you relentlessly now, tip slapping messily against the spongiest part of your walls, making your mind go blank.

his palm found its way around your thigh, lifting it above his shoulder. he closed the distance between you two, cock greedily marking a place inside your hole in a way no one had ever done before as his chest pressed against yours.

he rutted his length inside of you, making your eyes roll back and the couch move back and forth with every movement. "gonna fill you up tonight, doll. gonna make you mine," he murmured. "what do you think, baby?"

you could only moan in response, lost in the feeling of his cock buried so deeply inside of you. "nuh uh," namjoon ticked lowly, his thrusts becoming brutal. "wanna hear that pretty voice of yours, baby."

"mmph—yes~ make me yours, joon," you whined breathlessly.

you cried out—heat coiling unbearably in your stomach, pure bliss clouding your mind as namjoon picked up his pace, feeling your walls hugging him in tightly. "yeah... right where you belong baby," he muttered. "taking me so good like this."

your second orgasm of the night hit you even harder this time—ripping through you like a monstrous ocean wave. he fucked you through your high, your legs shaking violently against him; release spilling all over his cock as you moaned out his name breathlessly.

"that's it, baby," he grunted lowly as he made his final, slower thrusts, burying himself inside you as deep as possible before releasing his hot seed into your walls. "come on my dick, pretty girl."

your vision was practically filled with stars as your body became limp under his grasp. he milked his cock deep in your walls before he pulled out with a sharp hiss, laying down beside you—lengthy body half on the couch and half off of it.

you both laid there next to each other breathless, chests moving up and down in sync as you processed what had just happened.

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suddenly, the studio is quiet again.

it wasn't completely silent—just the low hum of equipment filling the room with one of his tracks still looping quietly in the background.

clothes half-on, curled against him on the couch with his large arm around your waist, holding you close against his chest like he had no intention of letting you drift away.

for awhile, neither of you say anything. namjoon's fingers moved slowly against your side, absentmindedly tracing soft patterns into your skin. the movement only grounded you into him more.

then finally, a low exhale left namjoon's lips. "c'mere," he murmurs softly, even though you were already pressed against him. his big hands slid higher along your back, pulling you in even closer anyway until your head was resting properly against his chest.

it only made your cheeks flush a bright red—the moment feeling possessive in a way that was ever so gentle. like he just needed to make sure you were still there. now, you can hear his heartbeat. it thumps steadily now against his large chest.

"you okay?" he asks quietly.

you nod against him. "yeah," you reply softly.

then his lips brush lightly against the top of your head, placing a soft kiss that lingers. "good," he murmurs.

something about the way he said it made warmth spread through your chest again. his hand settles at your waist once more, thumb brushing lightly beneath the fabric of your top. "you still overthinking?" he asks after a minute.

you let out a small laugh against his chest. "maybe a little."

a quiet hum leaves him. "don't."

you tilt your head slightly to look at him. his expression is softer now. his gaze still intense—because he always looks intense when looking at you—but softer. "you regret it?" he asks gently.

you shook your head immediately. "no," you replied, meaning it with everything in your chest.

at your words, something in namjoon's expressions shifts. it wasn't surprise, it was only something deeper. his hand moves to your jaw, thumb brushing slowly along your cheek.

"good," he says again, quieter this time. then, like his confidence had just made a return—"would've been a problem if you did."

you laugh softly, cheeks warming again. "you're crazy, joon."

"for you?" he murmurs. "starting to think maybe."

your stomach flips all over again. namjoon studies you for a second, gaze moving slowly across your face like he's memorizing it. like he still can't believe that you're here. with him, and in his arms.

his hand slides along your thigh gently. this time, it isn't teasing. instead, it feels familiar and warm. "come back to my place," he says quietly.

you hesitate for maybe half a second, but only because your heart is racing faster than your mind. his thumb brushes lightly against your leg. "you don't have to leave, doll," he murmurs.

"you sure?" you ask quietly. because in your past, once guys were done, they were done with your presence for the night—or even forever.

"of course," he says. then, a faint smile touches his mouth, voice dropping a little. "i'm not doing being around you."

and it only seemed that you weren't exactly done being around him either.

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two months later, being with namjoon feels easy. and it wasn't because he was simple. it was the exact opposite.

he's still intense, but still composed. he still walks through every room like he owns it without needing attention from anyone in it. but with you? he's soft in all the places it matters.

namjoon becomes part of your life so naturally it almost scares you sometimes.

mornings tangled up in his expensive sheets while sunlight pours through the massive windows of his house that overlooks the city. his large hand resting on your waist while he scrolls through emails lazily with the other. his bright smile on display every time he made you laugh or blush.

in his free time, he'd show up to your work with your favorite dinner meal. sometimes, he'd sit at a table in your section and order food just to be able to talk to you any chance you'd get.

afternoons where he pulls you into his lap while he's working on music. he'd barely let you sit more than a foot away from him before he was already touching you again somehow.

his fingers through your hair, your legs draped over his. his mouth against your temple when he quietly tells someone important over the phone that he'll "call back later."

and of course, he spoils you constantly. it wasn't in a loud way either. it was more like taking care of you and putting a smile on your face had just become his instinct.

he buys you things you casually mention liking once. he leaves designer bags on the bed like it's nothing. he'd get annoyed when you'd check price tags. he would sneakily place things in your basket at sephora as he trailed behind you, filling it up with everything you simply picked up and looked at.

you even tried to avoid going shopping with him sometimes because you never happened to pay for anything again.

"doll," he murmured one night, pulling your back against his chest, wrapping his large arms around you while you stared at a pair of brand new, christian louboutin red bottoms that he bought you. "if you like them, they're yours. stop thinking so hard."

and god, he hated it when you worked too much. he hated it even more when work stressed you out.

"you should call out," he tells you one morning, voice rough from sleep while you're leaving his bed for work.

you laugh softly. "some of us have to work, joonie."

his buff arms loop around your waist, pulling you back into the mattress effortlessly. "i know," he murmurs against your neck, nuzzling his nose into your warmth. "that's the problem."

eventually, namjoon starts saying it more seriously.

"quit," he says.

you look at him like he's insane every time. "be serious, joon."

"i am serious."

his hands slide along your thighs as you stand between his knees while he sits at the edge of the bed, looking up at you with that same, calm certainty he’s always had.

“i’ll give you whatever you need,” he says simply. “why are you stressing yourself out when you don’t have to?”

and the craziest part of it all to you, was that he meant it entirely. it wasn't because he wanted control—it was because taking care of you pulled at his dimples and his heart more than anything else ever had.

somewhere along the way, you became each other's favorite part of life. people notice too and eventually, the internet catches on.

a photo of you two start surfacing of you leaving restaurant in west hollywood, his hand firm at the small of your back. then, photos of him opening the door for you. and photos of him looking at you instead of the camera.

one set of paparazzi pictures blow up incredibly fast—you climbing into his car while he stands beside you in sunglasses and all black. one hand casually resting against the roof above your head, the other firm on your thigh as you settled into the seat.

neither of you comment on it, not publicly at least. but namjoon doesn't hide you either. because if anything—he loved being seen with you.

you noticed it in the small moments. the way his hand settled on your thigh more confidently when people recognized him on a date. the way he pulled you closer when cameras appeared. the way he looks almost amused by attention instead of irritated.

it was like he was always thinking, yeah, she's with me.

namjoon flexed you more than the music plaques on his wall or the collection of sleek cars in his driveway.

because throughout his entire career, no success, no hit record, or no amount of money—had ever made him look at proud as you do sitting beside him.

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4 months later~

the city outside namjoon's windows is glowing gold and white beneath the dark sky, soft music playing quietly somewhere in his giant house.

you're curled against him on the couch in one of his hoodies. legs across his lap while he scrolls lazily through something on his phone with one hand resting absentmindedly along your thighs.

you both had been like this all evening. quiet and comfortable; surrounded by the kind of silence that only exists when two people know everything about each other completely.

honestly, it could scare you a little. because somewhere along these four months, you and namjoon had stopped feeling temporary. it stopped feeling like some kind of whirlwind or fling.

instead, it just started feeling right. it just felt like you and him and nothing else completely belonged.

you looked over at him. observed the sharp line of his jaw that was softened by the warm lighting. the expensive watch sitting around his wrist. the reading glasses he only wore at home that sat low on his nose while he checked emails.

the realization hit you about a month ago so hard and your chest had felt tight ever since. you were completely, undeniably, and utterly in love with him. but now, you couldn't seem to hold it in anymore.

"you're staring again."

your heart jumps slightly. namjoon doesn't even look up from his phone when he says it. you roll your eyes. "you're obsessed with yourself."

a smirk touches his lips. "no," he murmurs calmly, finally looking over at you. "just obsessed with you."

you look away before he can see your flushed face, but of course he already noticed it. because there simply wasn't a thing he didn't notice about you. his phone turned off immediately. "hey," he said gently.

your eyes lift back to his. immediately his expression changes into something softer, but more serious. his hands slide up from your thigh to your waist, pulling you a little closer across the couch until you're practically in his lap. "what's going on in that head, hm?" he asks.

"nothing."

"liar."

the words are gentle, affectionate in a way. you laugh softly, but it comes out nervous. he catches that too. one hand comes up, brushing lightly along your jaw. "talk to me, doll."

you swallow. your voice comes out quietly—"what if... i love you more than you love me?"

the room goes completely still. namjoon stares at you for seconds that stretch far too long, like you had just said something completely. unbelievable.

his brows pulled together. "baby," he says softly, confused, "what?"

your heart pounds instantly at the name. you try to laugh it off, suddenly embarrassed now. "i don't know, i just—"

"no," he cuts in, hands tightening gently at your waist. they weren't harsh, but it was enough to stop you from spiraling away. "no, don't do that."

you looked back at him. and the way he was looking at you now—god. like this mattered. like you mattered.

"you really think you're ahead of me here?" he asks quietly, eyes boring into yours.

your breath catches as namjoon shifts closer, forehead resting lighting against yours. "i've been in love with you for a while now," he admitted softly.

for a second, you felt like you actually stopped breathing. his thumb brushed slowly against your cheek. "you just took longer to realize it."

a shaky laugh leaves you instantly, eyes burning now. namjoon smiles softly at that, an expression you only ever get to see.

"i love you," he says again, quieter this time. but it was certain, as if it were the most obvious thing it the world.

and suddenly every fear you had—about the age gap, about his fame, about his feelings for you—had totally disappeared. because this man—this calm, confident, impossible man—loves you so deeply that he didn't even hesitate to say it.

your eyes fluttered in disbelief, laughing away the butterflies in your stomach. "i love you too."

the smile that breaks across is face is small, but almost disbelieving. but it was unquestionably proud, like he had just won something prized. after that, he kissed you slowly. he enveloped your lips with his tenderly, soaking in all of your warmth beneath him.

"there you are," he murmurs softly. like you were always meant to end up here with him.

and somewhere between the side of the road and his arms, your little street thing had become everything.

‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.

a/n : hope u guys loved this as much as i do eee! sorry there was so much relationship building... this is the longest bts fic i've made (on this app at least) omg..but joon is actually so sexy i could die.

read part two here

With that however, all the hotels in a seventy mile radius were booked; no matter what Jin or his manager tried to do, there was nothing.

Which is why you were sitting awkwardly on an air mattress one of the staff members went out and bought it along with sheets before the store closed, thankfully. It was inflated in the corner of Jin's room of the house they're staying at, allowing you to sit against the wall comfortably.

This wasn't the first time you'd shared a room with Jin, you guys had been friends for ages by this point. So it was easy to just sit in silence, letting him relax after today's concert.

It was a good concert. Granted you weren't there, but it seemed like half of your Twitter timeline was. They were getting more comfortable with every show, and seemingly more exposed.

You'd probably watched the video of Jungkook pulling his shirt up a million times by now, the tight shirt only adding to the infatuation. Who could blame you, despite knowing the man he knew how to put on a hell of a performance.

"What are you giggling at?" Jin asked, moving from his spot on his bed towards you.

"Nothing!" You shouted, pulling your phone to your chest with embarrassment flooding your face.

"Yah come on!" He laughed, sitting next to you. "I want to laugh too!"

You shook your head, trying hide further in the corner as he reached for your phone. Much to your dismay, Jin was stronger than you by a long shot. Despite your best efforts he pried your phone out of your grip, laughing at the defeated look on your face before looking.

The smile wiped clean off his features. His brow furrowed, confusion settling deep within him. You grimaced the longer he stared at the screen, the video of his friend playing on repeat.

The room felt suffocating, the silence defeating with every passing second. You could do nothing but stare, waiting for a reaction. It felt like hours before he finally said something.

"Why were you—Jungkook?" He stammered, looking up at you before his eyes locked on your phone. "This isn't—it's just—all that over Jungkook?" He couldn't keep his train of thought, you could see every one pass through him.

"I have eyes." You mumbled, not knowing what else to say.

It's not like you have to justify finding someone hot to your friend, even if you have a crush on him, and the guy you were staring at was his best friend. You're allowed to find people attractive, supposedly with no guilt.

The look on his face made you feel guilty though. He seemed genuinely upset, a deep frown forming on his lips.

"Are you mad at me?" You ask, completely confused by his sullen energy.

Jin looked back up at you. A look in his eyes that had your heart skipping. It was one that you had seen countless times, army always posted the videos of him looking out into the crowd with want and love in his eyes. That look, mixed with the sadness on his lips had you nauseous.

He shook his head, handing you your phone back. Taking a second, he sat back, gaze unwavering. The silence spanned longer this time, only leaving you more confused.

With how long you'd known Jin you'd never see him this distressed. Especially not directed towards you. All you did was giggle at a video of his friend, and he was acting like he caught the both of you in his bed.

"No I—you didn't tell me." Jin finally answered, giving you a obviously fake smile as reassurance.

"Tell you what?" You were even more confused: apparently you we keeping something from him without your own knowledge.

"That you have a crush on Jk." You laughed, startling him. "It's not funny!" He said, annoyed with your reaction.

You paused, realizing that your response wasn't taken as the lighthearted humor you meant it as. The longer you look at him the more annoyed he looked, and after a particularly awkward staring contest you caught on.

"Jin, are you jealous?" You expected to hear his loud laughter fill the room, but that's not what you got.

Instead, he turned away from you. Standing up off the air mattress and walking towards his own bed. All in complete silence, something he's normally not good at.

"I can go stay in Yoongis room." He said, already grabbing his pillow off the bed.

"Wait!" You called out, moving closer to his bed while still seated on your own. "Don't leave, please."

Jin sighed, turning to look at you again. He walked over to you, towering above you as he stood inches in front of you. His hands ran over his face, a tired expression taking over.

"It's okay if you do." He whispered. "You two would be good together." He tired to offer you a smile again, unable to break through the raw emotion shrouding him.

"I don't." You replied, straining your neck to look up at him. "It—I—he's just nice to look at." You sighed, having difficult explaining yourself. "Can you please sit back down, looking up at you like this hurts."

Jin chuckled, falling down to his knees next to the mattress. You could see how quickly his chest was rising now that he was close, shakey breaths filling the space between you two.

"Nice to look at?" He asks sarcastically, tone reeking of false confidence. "You have worldwide handsome right here, better than some video." The distraction didn't land the way he wanted it to, obvious by his own immediate regret.

"You really are jealous." You say in awe, staring at him with a shocked look. "You're jealous I think he's attractive." Jin's smile faltered again, no amount of effort able to stop it.

"Does it make it awkward between us if I am?" His voice was quiet, almost as if he didn't want you to hear his pseudo confession.

It was enough for you, and honestly you didn't know how to respond. You weren't sure what type of confession it was, did he like you? Did he just not want you with his friends?

You didn't like how fast your thoughts were moving. Every possible scenario playing out in your already tired brain. Maybe the long plane ride had you a bit impulsive, but fuck it.

Your hand shot out towards him, gripping the basic black shirt he was wearing. Jin's eyes went wide for the split second you could see them.

He gasped when you pulled him towards you, other hand sliding to the nape of his neck as you pushed your lips against his. It didn't take him long to catch on, reciprocating the kiss almost instantly.

His lips were soft, softer than you'd imagined; the faint taste of champagne from earlier still prevalent. They molded into yours perfectly, making the slow kiss feel like heaven.

Jin's hand rested against your cheek, holding you against him. You leaned into the touch, already desperately wanting more of it.

You dropped the grip on his shirt, aimlessly searching for his other hand. Once you found it you pulled it towards you. Jin allowed you to guide him, smirking against your lips when you placed it on your waist.

He pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours as he caught his breath. The hand on your cheek stayed, thumb grazing across the skin as he stared into your eyes.

"You're a good kisser." Jin whispered, each syllable hitting your lips.

"Should keep kissing me then." You replied, already trying to reconnect your lips.

Jin laughed, giving into your request. This time the kiss deepened, his tongue pushing past your lips with minimal resistance. Your allowance gave him confidence, making him push against you harder.

He started pushing you backwards, keeping his lips on yours as you moved towards the wall. He crawled with you, not stopping until your back was in the corner. It was slightly uncomfortable, an awkward angle, but that thought was forgotten the second you opened your eyes, seeing Jin hunched over you to follow the kiss.

"Fuck me." You muttered against his lips, words you didn't mean to leave your head.

Jin pulled away at the expression. His eyes were wide and filled with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. He sat back on his heels, still managing to tower over you in his seated position.

"I could." He replied, voice hushed as if he was going to be overheard. "I would."

"Really?" You asked, still in slight disbelief at the entire situation.

"I've wanted to for ages." He chuckles, face starting to flush red.

"Think you could fuck me like you're still jealous?" Jin narrowed his eyes at your jest, a large hand coming to rest on your thigh in response.

"I am still jealous." There was a hint of a joking tone, but you knew he meant it from the look on his face. "I'm right here, been here for hours."

"You weren't showing your abs though." You giggled, trying to test him.

Jin didn't reply, just stared you down for what felt like hours. He startled you when his hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist. The grip guided your hand to his torso, guiding your palm along the expanse of his abs, allowing you to feel the slight ridges beneath the tight shirt.

His eyes didn't leave yours, smirking when your hand started moving on its own. You couldn't help yourself, every second he looked at you like that, every second he allowed you to touch him only had you spiraling deeper into need.

"He's in the other room if you'd prefer." He whispered, leaning closer to you with a grin that shows he knows he's winning.

You shook your head, still running your hand along his covered torso with nothing but pure greed. He didn't stop you, letting you explore every inch.

"I want you. Just you." You slid your hand up further, not stopping until it splayed over the expanse of his neck. "Want you to fuck me." You whispered against his lips, staring down at them with desperation.

"Fuck, okay." He said before pressing his lips against yours.

His hand slid up your leg slowly, the gentle pressure barely going through the fabric of your pants. The light sensation set your skin on fire, a need for more burning inside of you.

Then, he pulled away. His hand left your body and lips retreated. You whimpered as he stood up, confusion and hurt starting to swirl around your head.

You watched as he walked over to his bed, grabbing his phone and typing something into it with a speed you'd never seen. Your chest felt heavy at all the scenarios your anxiety produced, looking up at him with wide, scared eyes.

When his eyes met yours again his face quickly turned from happiness to panic. Jin immediately started towards you again, dropping back onto his knees in a way that had to hurt. You could see his phone still lit up in his pocket, but you weren't allowed to focus on it as his hands quickly cradled your face.

He tried to kiss you again, but you dodged him. You looked at him with a pointed expression, eyes flicking down to his pocket before back up at him.

"I needed to text the group." He sighs, pulling the phone out and laying it on the floor next to the both of you.

"Why? Trying to brag already?" You asked, trying and failing to hide your nerves.

"Really? Do you really want to know?" His voice was desperate, wanting you to say no and go back to the kiss. You, of course, nodded your head yes, now more curious than anything. "Fine. I—ugh I don't have any condoms so…" He trailed off, looking down at the screen that flashed.

"You don't have any condoms?" Your own voice trailed too, confused at the correlation.

"Yeah. You want me to fuck you—I want to fuck you!" Jin quickly spoke, emphasizing the last part. "Can't do that without them so."

"So?" You looked down at the partly visible screen, a constant stream of chat bubbles popping up.

"Needed to see if anyone had some." He whispered, still not meeting your eyes.

"You texted the guys asking for condoms? Seriously?" You couldn't help but laugh, making him groan loudly.

"I'm being safe! It was either that or we don't have sex and I really want too. I'm their elder, they'll be respectful about it." It didn't seem like he believed that last part.

"So responsible Jinnie." You said before pulling his gaze towards you, pressing your lips stark against his in a slow kiss, all nerves dissipating.

Jin kissed back eagerly, quickly speeding up the kiss to how it was before. He crowded you into the wall once again, both hands landing on your thighs, pushing them apart enough for him to sit between.

Your hands shot up to broad shoulders, one moving further to tangle in the dark hair. He whined quietly at the action, smiling against your lips when you tugged on it in experimentation.

It seemed to only make him more needy, once steady hands now made their way underneath your shirt, gripping your waist. They were itching to move higher, twitching against you showing the breaking constraint.

Just as you were about to try and guide them higher, a knock rang out through the room. Jin groaned loudly as he unwillingly pulled away from you. The knocking only got worse the longer it took him to get to the door.

He barely opened it, just enough that his arm could fit through the gap. You craned your head to the side to try and see which man was on the other side of the door. Thankfully when Jin moved his arm to slam the door closed you saw a flash of a familiar red leather jacket through the small hole.

"Was he respectful?" You giggled, making Jin let out a sigh.

"They sent Taehyung, what do you think?" Your laugh grew at the sheer look of annoyance on his face.

In an attempt to get that intoxicating look back, you quickly pulled your shirt off as he walked closer. Stifling your laugh as he froze, eyes going directly to your chest.

Once he regained his composure he mimicked your movement, shirt flying behind him. Your eyes trailed down the bare skin, hands shooting towards it the second he was between your legs again.

Jin followed, his hands carefully trailed along your waist, moving upwards with an idea. Much to your shock he went around your bra covered breasts. Instead, he went to your shoulders, fingers toying with the straps, waiting patiently.

When you nodded he pushed them down, falling awkwardly against your shoulders. Before you could say anything he reignited the kiss, instantly turning heated with his tongue gliding against yours.

You gasped against him as he fingers landed on the clasp, popping it open with almost perfect precision. It fell down your arms, waiting for you to throw it off.

"Do that often?" You spoke into the kiss, a smirk on your lips.

"I've practiced." He replied, hands grazing over the newly exposed skin. He wasted no time massaging your tits in his hands, smiling at the small whine that left you. "Never been this happy to do it before."

"I'm honored."You whispered, Jin chuckled in response, moving himself even closer to you.

Soon you moved your hands lower down his torso, only stopping once you hit the waistband of his jeans. Your fingers skirted around the ridge, asking the question without pulling away from his lips.

Jin caught on. His hands left your chest within seconds, the sudden loss of touch making you shiver. You felt his hands graze past yours, aimlessly searching for the button.

He smiled as he quickly popped it open, rushing to push the zipper down as far as it would go before pushing them down his hips as much as the seated position would allow. Slowly, you trailed your hands down to meet his own, left with the soft fabric of his boxers when his retreated back up to your chest.

Jin let out a curse as your hands brushed against his covered cock, feeling the outline beneath your fingertips. Fuck, he felt huge. You'd heard the rumors, laughed about his only scandal countless times, but fuck.

"I can hear you thinking." Jin whispered, pulling away and giving you a perfect view of him.

His face was flushed, a lopsided grin plastered across bright swollen lips. His chest was rapidly rising and falling, highlighting the curvature of each muscle perfectly. Then your eyes trailed lower; you were almost too afraid to look, confirming that what you felt was the truth.

The blue denim hung open on his thighs, bunched in a way that could not be comfortable. His boxers were struggling, the dark fabric noticeably stretched around his cock. Even beneath the fabric confines you could see it, just daring you.

"Please." You whispered, struggling to pull your eyes off of his hips.

Jin laughed, his fingers resting under your chin, shifting your gaze to his eyes. He was looking at you with that look again, it made your stomach twist at how much affection seemed buried in it.

"Please what?" He replied quietly.

You looked at him with a scowl, desperation flooding you once more. Running your hands across him again, a loud groan leaving his lips.

"God Jin please." You whined, pushing your chest further into his hands. "Do something."

Putting you out of your misery, Jin pulled away from you despite your complaints. He stood up, towering above you as he pushed the bunched up jeans down his long legs.

With a smirk his boxers followed suite. His cock bouncing almost comically at the motion. He let you stare for a moment before coming back down to your level.

His hands shot out to your waist, pulling you towards him causing your back to go flat against the mattress. He hovered above you, one hand next to your head holding him up while the other stayed lower.

"I can't if you don't take these off." He whispered, fingers toying with the waistband of your pants. "At least, not what you want me to." He muttered, seemingly to himself as ideas seemed to flood his mind.

You quickly tried to shimmy both your pants and underwear down your legs, struggling to pass them over your hips, lifting them slightly to manage. Jin laughed at your haste, helping you slightly until they were fully off your legs.

He sat back on his heels, taking in your now fully exposed body. You felt nervous under his gaze, watching as his eyes took in every inch of skin that they could see.

His teeth sunk into his bottom lip, soft hands following his eyes path. It was ages before he spoke again, your skin on fire from his touch.

"There's so much I want to do to you." He finally spoke, leaning down until his lips were inches away from yours. "You're going to let me too huh? Let me be the only one who gets to touch you, to see you like this."

"Just you." You agreed, trying to crane your neck to reach his lips.

A mumbled curse left him, almost like a warning. His lips crashed onto yours in an almost violent fashion, his tongue exploring your mouth with ease.

One of his hands came to rest on your thigh, wasting little time before trailing further up. He ghosted his pointer finger across your opening, smiling into the kiss as you shivered.

Jin carefully pushed the finger against your entrance, slowly allowing you to stretch open around the digit. Once he could go no further, his thumb rested against your clit, using as little pressure as possible.

"Tease." You muttered into the kiss, the words coming out as a muffled mess.

Jin sunk his teeth into your bottom lip in reply, breaking the kiss soon after. He rested his forehead against yours, catching his breath with his lips parted.

Eyes fixated on your face, he slowly pulled his finger out before thrusting it back in, setting a fast pace. He was quick to add a second one, not slowing down to allow you to adjust this time.

"This better?" He whispered, cockiness painfully evident in his words.

You tried to reply, the rebuttal on the tip of your tongue. But just as you were about to speak Jin curled his fingers upward, angle allowing him to perfectly hit that spot inside of you.

The moan you let out was guttural, and if he wasn't peering down at you like that it would've been beyond embarrassing. Instead, it made him more confident. His movement calculated almost perfectly.

Your hips started to buck into his hand, only aiding in the friction from his thumb on your clit. He started to work with you, following the flow of your hips and keeping his pace steady despite the constant change in position.

"So close." The words came out in a broken moan, mumbled repetition following.

"You can do it." He replied, starting to press soft kisses against your flushed skin. "Cum on my fingers so I can fuck you better than anyone else." The emphasis on the last few words had your head reeling.

It didn't take much before you were spilling across his fingers, the sound of the slowing digits echoing throughout the room awkwardly. Jin enjoyed it, a moan left him as you clenched around his fingers.

He slowly pulled them out, staring as he did with a wide grin. You gasped as he brought the soaked fingers to his swollen lips, pushing them past with a moan as the taste of you hit his tongue.

"Next time." Jin said, winking at you as he reached over to pick up the condom from earlier.

"Pretty confident there will be a next time huh?" You whispered breathless, smiling up at him.

"You will be too in a minute." He replied, ripping open the foil wrapper. "You're mine, and I'll prove it; gonna make you forget he exists." His voice trailed off, the slightest scowl on his face towards the end.

"Oh I'm yours now?" You giggled, teasing tone lacing your words.

"Always have been, you just didn't know it." He said as he effortlessly slid the condom on.

You whined, hips twitching when Jin nudged the tip of his cock against your clit. He teasingly slid it downward, running it through your folds with ease.

Jin carefully pushed himself into your entrance, stilling shortly after leaving only the tip inside. The stretch hurt, bordering on painful at the sheer size of him.

He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours as you grimaced. His thumb started drawing shapes against your clit, making him groan when you tightened around him.

"I know baby I know." He coo'd. "It'll feel better in a minute I promise."

"Feels good now." You moaned, trying to push yourself closer to him.

Jin's hand shot to your hip, holding you still despite your whines of protest. He was on the verge of scolding you. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to, not with how hard you were fighting against his hold, desperate for him.

You were desperate. You wanted to feel his cock stretch you out, feel him twitch inside of you. But he was being Jin. The ever so gentle and considerate Jin who wouldn't hurt you even if you begged. Well, maybe.

"Please Jin, want you to fuck me." You pleaded, bringing your shaking hand to his cheek. "Wanna be stretched out by you, wanna feel everything." You gave him the best fuck me eyes you could, hoping it would work.

"You will. Don't wanna be rough and hurt you. I know my limits." He tsked as you groaned in response, trying to buck against him to not avail.

"Jungkook would."

You didn't mean to say it. An inside thought that escaped through the haze being caused by the stupid edge Jin was keeping you on. It made him still, you swore he stopped breathing for a minute as the heaviness of your words settled over you both.

"Jungkook would?" He asked, the question clearly rhetorical.

Against your better judgment you nodded, the desperate part of you overshadowing any rational thought. He looked pissed, angrier than you'd ever seen him. It was hot; absolutely terrifying, but god you wanted him even more now.

His resolve broke, completely shattered by your words. He sat up, leering down at you some fucked up version of possessive anger. Both of his hands trailed down your body, taking purchase on your hips with a punishing grip.

"I warned you." Jin said, voice deep and direct.

The second the words left him you were pulled into him, practically spearing you on his cock. You threw you head back, a combination of a scream and a string of moans ripping their way out of your throat.

Immediately he set a brutal pace, thrusting into you in rhythm with the pull he had on your hips. Your legs wrapped around him, heels digging into his back to try and hold him closer.

"Fuck Jin pl—shit I—so good Jin so-" You stammered, struggling to find the words.

"Yeah? Like being fucked like this?" He groaned, voice still managing to hold the cocky tone. "Almost like a fucking toy, no regard for yourself."

One of his hands moved onto your clit, rubbing fast circles on the sensitive bud. He laughed at your yelp, only applying more pressure in reply.

Your back arched off the flimsy mattress, arms shooting towards Jin's. He let out a wince when you dug your nails into his biceps, laughing when it only made your grip stronger.

"I meant it." He hissed, leaning forward until his chest was flat against your own. "You're mine. Jungkook could never fuck you like this."

He smashed his lips against yours, swallowing your moans as you grew closer. The second your muscles started to tighten Jin just, stopped. You felt him smirk against yours lips as he pulled away just enough for you to feel his breath.

"Jin what the fuck?!" You all but yelled at him, jumping slightly at your own volume.

"Say it."

"What?" You asked beyond confused.

"Say you're mine." His tone was serious, contradictory to the confident smirk he as dawning. "Say it and I'll let you cum."

"Seriously?" You whined, shifting your hips to try and regain some level of friction. Jin nodded, pushing himself closer to you to limit your movement. "I'm yours, just yours. Please Jin I was right there."

"Say it like you mean-"

"God fucking dammit Jin! Never wanted to fuck him in the first place!" You angrily shouted, cutting him off mid command. "Was just looking, you're the only person I've wanted to sleep with for years." The words lost steam until you barely managed the last one, the feeling of the admission mixing with the discomfort of your Jin created predicament.

He clearly didn't expect the outburst, eyes going wide and losing all cockiness. His breathing became ragged, matching the nervousness from when this whole thing started. For a second you thought he was mad, that you ruined the entire thing.

But, you felt it. The rigid cock he had stilled inside of your walls twitching, trying, begging to move same as you.

"Thank you." It was a quiet phrase, you almost missed it.

You didn't miss his cock pulling out of you against your will, your cunt trying to keep him close. He didn't go far, you couldn't complain about the minuscule loss because the second it left it came back, hard.

Jin's hands tangled in your hair, balancing on his forearms on either side of your head. He pulled your head back, forcing you to strain your neck at the awkward angle.

He quickly buried his head in the crook of your neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin with little forgiveness.

It was hard to tell how much noise you both were truly making, your ears ringing as you finally fell over the edge. Jin held you down as you came, keeping you still while he chased after his own release.

Mumbled affections and praises barley made it to your ears as his hips started to falter, eventually stilling, making him sink his teeth into your shoulder. Apologizes soon followed, soft lips kissing what was now probably a deep indentation.

"How do you feel?" Jin's voice rang through your ears after who knows how long, his chest still pressed against yours in a sweaty mess.

"Can't move." You chuckled, your words having multiple meanings in the moment.

Jin sat up, taking his weight with him much to your annoyance. He shushed you when you voiced your disapproval, sending you one of his air kisses while standing up.

You couldn't keep your eyes open long enough to watch what he was doing, only aware of the shuffling sounds and distant running water. He soon returned apologizing as he gently wiped the warm cloth against your inner thighs. The thing soon thrown somewhere in the room, both uncaring about where.

Jin laid down beside you at some point, softly running his fingers through your hair in heavy contrast to minutes before. The slight humming coming from him helped ground you in the moment, managing to open your eyes to look at him.

"Did you mean it?" Your voice startled him, giving you a chance to laugh for a second when he jumped.

"I meant everything I said tonight." He whispered, pressing his lips against your forehead. "I want you, all of you, if you're okay with that."

You nodded, leaning into the soft caress of your scalp. The quiet you were enjoying was soon broken by the sound of the man's phone ringing, making both of you groan.

He reached towards it, silencing the loud ringer before throwing it off in the distance. Using the opportunity he threw his arm over you, laying back on the mattress and pulling your head into his chest.

"Who was it?" You asked absentmindedly, more focused on the suddenly ability to hear his heartbeat.

"It was Jungkook." Jin replied, a tone that didn't need your eyes open to be able to see the dramatic eye roll.

The next day goes off without a hitch–it’s like the conversation between the twins never existed, because as soon as your class is over, you see Jade standing by the door, patiently waiting for you to come out and walk you to your next class as usual. 

For some reason, you wince at the sight of him and think, is this all an act? Still, you stand by his side and greet him. He leans in to smoothen your uniform for you, “Fufu, Prefect, I assume you were in a rush this morning? Your collar is askew, but there, I’ve fixed it,” He holds out his arm to you, “Shall we walk to your next class?” 

You stretch out your arm to link it with his, as if by muscle memory, but stop yourself midway, remembering his words from the night before. Instead, you choose to position your hands behind your back, grinning up at Jade. His usual smile doesn’t falter, but you notice the slight twitch of his eyebrows at your decision to withhold physical contact, how unusual, he thinks. Despite the tension in the air, your eel still walks you to history next. Still, he doesn’t stop his attempts at growing closer to you.

“Would you allow me to hold your things for you, my dear? I see you’ve forgotten to hand me your books.”

“Well, I just feel like carrying them myself today. Also, I’ll just see you at Mostro Lounge later, you don’t have to walk me to flight class anymore. I have to grab something from Deuce in between.”

Ouch. Met with another rejection, and plighted with the news of you meeting with another boy (though that boy is a certified goofball), clearly avoiding him. What could you possibly ask from that Heartslabyul boy that he couldn’t provide for you? Besides that, you were always delighted to be by his side. It made no sense to change your routine even if you did need to pick up something. He’d simply accompany you. What caused you behavior to go amiss? He wonders, and catches on that something is wrong, fast.

Not wanting to act without being certain, your wounded eel accepts your words for now. “I see, I’ll be awaiting your presence at the lounge tonight, then.”

Little does he know, you take his lack of objection as further confirmation that you’ve been too clingy, and your chest feels a bit tighter.

As you two part, Jade somehow comes to the conclusion that he must woo you–again. 

But now, you fully believe he’s grown tired of you. 

“Hiya Shrimpy~ are ya lookin’ for Jade? He’s in the kitchen makin’ a special meal for ya, or so he says,” Floyd shoots you a lazy grin and slings his arm over your shoulder, which earns a nasty glare from Jade standing by the counter. Why are you accepting his touch, but not mine? It turns out that your eel is a bit more dramatic that he lets on. 

When you approach him, he lays out a meal he prepared for you, along with your favorite tea. Freeing you from Floyd’s grasp, he places his hand on your shoulder as he guides you to one of the booths at the center of the Lounge. You notice that his grip is a bit firmer than usual, and that his smile towards you seems a bit strained. 

Once you’re seated, you expect Jade to go on with the rest of his shift and serve the other customers pooling in, but he instead takes the seat beside yours, leaving almost no space between the two of you, and grabs a bite of the food and…turns to you? 

“Prefect, I’ve made your favorite today, now if you would just open wide and say, ‘ahh’,” 

You feel Jade’s cold fingers on your chin that move to make you face him. With his eyes meeting yours, you notice that his features seem more relaxed now compared to earlier–the strain in his smile is now replaced with a look of fondness. Why was your eel acting extra sweet today? 

However, you feel the looks you’re getting from the other students dining in at the lounge. You remember that to them, it seems uncanny that the ever so intimidating, cold, and scary Jade Leech is looking at you like you hung the moon–not to mention feeding you a bite of his cooking!

You have no choice but to play along to his whims, and move to taste the food. It’s cooked to perfection–perfectly adjusted to your tastes. You can tell Jade’s spent time trying to cater to the flavors you enjoy, but you can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness gripe at your heart knowing this could be the last time you’ll ever try it. Instead of responding with praise, as you normally do, you silently chew on your food, with a neutral look on your face.

“Hm, is something the matter, Prefect? I believe I’ve cooked the meal to your liking, or perhaps your tastes have changed?” Jade presses his eyebrows together and pouts to give you a look of feigned hurt, which you’re familiar with by now, but for some reason his tone seems to hold genuine concern. All this over food, Jade? At the moment, you can’t tell what he’s thinking anymore. “Is it perhaps the position we’re sitting in that makes you uncomfortable? I did try to reserve the best seats in the lounge for you, I thought you might enjoy a change from where we usually sit.”

What kind of stunt is this eel trying to pull? Is the extra sweetness part of the act?? Does he know that you overheard him and Floyd last night???

You offer Jade a flushed look, half because of how cute his concerned face looks and the other half being that you have no idea what to think anymore. Distracted by your adorable reaction, Jade believes his plan is working.

What really sends you into overdrive, is when he walks you home from Mostro Lounge. Instead of offering his arm to you once again, he silently intertwines his gloved hands with yours as you make your way to Ramshackle dorm–leaving you no room to refuse his touch. 

“Prefect, please send me recipes you’d like to try in the future, I’ll try to recreate them for you if today’s cooking was not to your liking. Perhaps you’d like to have a dish with shrimp in it, fufu,” your eel teases you about your earlier lack of reaction. While he may jest, he secretly worries that his efforts haven’t reached you. After all, his main goal of the night was to please you, and remove the doubt in his mind that you were distancing yourself from him. 

Reaching the gate of Ramshackle dorm, you speak up, “Jade, I can go from here. Thank you for cooking for me, it really was good,” for some reason, it sounded like the last time he’d cook for you, Jade thought. How curious. 

Of course, what kind of gentleman would he be if he allowed that to happen? “My dear, do you think I don’t have the decency to walk you to your door? You wound me, Prefect,” the grip he has on your hand feels tighter as he walks the path leading to your home, “Come, I’ll even make some tea for you inside, if you’d like.” But as he expected, you take the chance to refuse his effort of spending any more time with you. 

So your beloved eel resorts to one last thing as you approach your door, “I shall brew you a drink another time then, Prefect,” he slithers his free hand around your waist to pull you closer, enough for you to pick up on his comforting scent. Then, he brings your hand up to place a kiss inside your palm, looking up at you with his smile, “Have a good night, my dear.” 

You find yourself surprised at his sudden display of affection, he must still be toying with me, huh? Either way, you still feel an overwhelming sense of giddiness being on the receiving end of such love from your eel, whether or not the reason behind it is actually what you think. Not wanting to let your feelings show, however, you simply nod and wave him goodbye.

Jade can’t help but feel the distance between the both of you grow, despite his efforts. However, little does he know that how you watch him leave all the way until his figure disappeared from your sight. His actions confuse you, but it doesn’t stop you from longing the times you could indulge yourself in his sweetness.

The following week was the same–you were under the impression that Jade had grown bored of you, and that he was toying with your feelings at this point before dropping you eventually. You rejected his advances as physical affection, spent more time with Grim and your friends, and rarely dropped by his room to hangout. On the other hand, Jade was working harder than ever to get on your good side again. He was unfamiliar with the feeling of being unsettled by one person, a human at that. However, your boyfriend mistakes the feeling of missing your active presence for being unsettled. 

He had been needlessly sweet to you the past week. He began appearing at your doorstep in the morning with a drink in one hand and offering to carry your books in the other, but not without taking your hand to place a chaste kiss on it first. He also started acting more physically affectionate with you too, which wouldn’t be weird if not for where he’d do it. In the past, Jade preferred to show your affections in private, but now, he’ll bring you close and lay his head on your shoulder in the middle of the courtyard, claiming that he needs to rest! What a sneaky eel you have. 

Deciding you’ve had enough of this confusion, you gather in the big leagues to ask advice. Certainly, you’d consult those seasoned in the area of relationships, with mature minds and words of wisdom. Surely, maybe someone like Vil or Trey, an experienced senio-

In your living room, you sit across Ace and Deuce. 

Not that you had a choice, because they noticed how lovey-dovey you and your boyfriend have been lately and decided to make it their problem because surely something MUST have happened! 

Click clack…Jade opens the gate to Ramshackle, holding a container of sweets you mentioned the other day, hopeful to gain an excited reaction and maybe a little praise coming from you. 

“Okay guys, the truth is, I overheard Jade and Floyd talking about me the other night and….” 

Oho? By now, Jade’s reached your door and is about to knock, a polite smile on his face, but he pauses when he overhears you mentioning his name. The Prefect is chatting about me even in her private time, how adorable. 

“What did that bastard say about you??? Does he need to be taken care of???” Ace exclaims loudly, clearly carried over by emotion. Deuce aggressively shakes his head in agreement.

“Wait! I didn’t even get to that part yet…you see, he said that I’m too tiresome to be with….”

Hm. Jade wasn’t expecting that. In fact, he was a little hurt at the fact that you could even consider he’d think that of you. 

“--and I think the reason he's being so much sweeter towards me these days is because he knows I overheard them. Is it all an act? I can’t tell anymore, but I don’t have the heart to ask, in case I’m right…” 

Jade stands still in front of your door, his smile intact, your sweets still in hand. But to his surprise, he almost drops them. 

Clutching them a little harder now, he takes a step backwards and decides to retreat. He takes big strides over Ramshackle’s lawn. How odd of me, he thinks. He’d usually take the chance to scare first-years and amuse himself with their reactions when they find out he’d been listening in, and of course, he’d like to soothe your doubts right then and there–but a big part of him doesn’t realize how much he actually treasures you. He needs to corner you talk to you privately. It’s all an excuse, because he needed to compose himself lest he breaks down your door. 

Jade hates how you ever thought of those things in the first place. How could you doubt this eel’s sincere heart that only wishes to win your affection once more? With a new resolve, he concludes that he must seek you out directly. 

How direct? Well…how about eel appearing in your kitchen first thing in the morning? 

Waking up to the smell of your favorite food is something you haven’t experienced since coming to Twisted Wonderland. There go the ghosts, messing with the kitchen. But wait, why does it smell…really good? Like the kind only Jade would make you? 

Dragging yourself out of bed and hopping down the stairs, still in your pajamas. You see the tall figure of your boyfriend brewing some tea, and you’re met with his signature smile when he turns around. You can’t decide if you’re ecstatic to see him so early in the morning or afraid because he’s now spreading his antics to your dorm, wondering what’ll happen next.

“Have you slept well, dear Prefect? Come, I’ve prepared you your favorite meal–I especially foraged the ingredients for this dish.” Jade takes hold of your arm and leads you to sit on the dining table, occupying the space next to you. He’s already dressed in his uniform, his black strand of hair straightened, and gloved hand already pouring out tea for you to drink. 

“Jade…this is really sweet and all, but can I ask you one thing? 

Here it comes, “Of course. By the looks of it, I assume it’ll be quite a fun discussion, fufu.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?” You don’t mean for it to sound so blunt, but you’ve only just woken up, after all. It’s the one thing that’s been weighing on your mind since that night–is he just acting the part of a “perfect” boyfriend, when in reality, he finds your company to be quite meddlesome? Why does he still keep you around, or rather, actively seek you out more than ever now, if you aren’t amusing to him anymore?

“Ah, is it so unusual of me to want to treat my beloved so well? I must say, I am a bit hurt that you would doubt my actions toward you,” his eyebrows knit together, forming that worried expression of his, “On the contrary, dear, might I ask you why you’ve been acting differently as of late?” 

Now he’s turning this on you, huh? Well, you decide, there’s no other choice but to come off clean, and end your worries once and for all. You take a deep breath, before telling him, “Okay, the truth is…I overheard you and Floyd talking the other night. Remember when I came by to ask help on Potionology?” 

“Of course, I remember that you followed my tutoring so well–it seemed that asking for “help” was just an excuse to seek out my affection that night, though~”

You laugh dryly, wondering why he was acting fond of your physical touch, “Jade, I think it’s time to end this. I heard you tell Floyd that I come to your room too much, that it’s tiresome to always be with me. I’ve known you long enough to expect that you’d eventually grow bored of me.”

“I tried to keep my distance from you and give you a chance to break up the routine of being with me, but why are you acting this way? Why are you suddenly being more…romantic, sweet, than normal?”

On the outside, Jade maintains a neutral expression. But internally, he feels a foreign feeling of disappointment. Not at you–never at you. But at himself, for not relaying his true emotions toward you. Was that truly what you thought of him? 

“Prefect…I believe you have a wrong idea of how the conversation went on. Would you like me to tell you the full details?”

Huh??? 

“While it is true, Floyd did ask me if I had gotten tired of…our time together, my response was referring to the fact that we usually meet at my quarters. I was considering the option that you’d appreciate if we had a change of pace, and go someplace else for a change. I was thinking of other ways to please you. I never thought that you would interpret our conversation in that way.

Extending his hand to place on your cheek, he continues, “On the contrary, I thought I had done something amiss, and my behavior the past weeks has been an attempt to court you once again. To you, I extend my deepest apologies–I find it difficult to imagine that I would ever get tired of you.”

“If you would allow me, I would like to take care of the perpetrator of the issue,” Jade grins, his eyes uneven. The way his eyes glimmered, you knew that a certain twin would be on the receiving end of his wrath. He made a move to stand up, possibly to make his way to Octavinelle and beat up talk to his brother, but you quickly pulled him back down to his seat. You’d rather have your eel intact so he could hear what you had to say. 

“Oh Jade, I’m sorry too–I can’t believe I…” Now you just felt mildly embarrassed, and a bit angry at yourself for letting your thoughts consume you. After a beat, you found yourself in a fit of laughter at how badly you misunderstood the conversation. Jade looks down at you with a fond smile, seemingly content with the outcome of your discussion–how long had it been since he saw you so carefree around him? 

You wrap your arms around his and lean your head on his shoulder, and look up at him, “So…you don’t mind it if I do this, after all?” A sly grin occupies your face, your eyes crinkling at the thought that Jade might love you more than you thought. 

“Not at all, instead, I do wish you would show your affections toward me more freely. Seeing how much you’ve rejected my advances toward you in past weeks, you have a lot to make up for, Prefect, fufu,” Jade gives you a chilling smile, but now you know his words are genuine–your eel simply missed you. 

“Now then, while I admit that you look quite…adorable in your sleeping attire, shall I offer you my assistance in getting ready for the day, my dear?”

Now that you’ve resolved your grave misunderstanding with Jade, you thought that you two would go back to normal–but it seems your eel had other plans. It seems his attempts to woo you haven’t ceased, as you walk down Ramshackle’s rickety stairs to see Jade cooking you breakfast once more. He’s been at it since the first day he came.

You come up from behind to embrace him, but sensing your footsteps, he turns to face you. “Prefect, you’re awake. I’ll be finished in a bit. ” He ruffles your bedhead and leans in to kiss your forehead, “Fufu, or would you rather join me and prepare our meal together?”

You let out a satisfied huff, and ask, “Jade, why do you still come by everyday? Not that I’m complaining, but you don’t have to do all this after, you know…”

“I must admit, Prefect, that I have been wishing to act this way for a while. The situation simply provided me an opportunity to act on my desires and pamper you, fufu,” Jade gives you the smile you know so well, and you can’t help but bury your head on his shoulder, “Ah, Jade…why are you so cute…”

“I don’t know what you mean, Prefect, I’d say you’re quite adorable yourself,” He gently smoothes down your bedhead once more. The both of you stay standing in the kitchen, embracing one another and enjoying each other’s company.

After a while, you look up at your boyfriend. “Jade…I think something’s burning.”

Unfazed, he gently lets go of your arms and turns off the stove. “It seems I lose track of time when I’m you, my beloved. Your touch is too tempting for me to resist, fufu.”

“Just admit you forgot!!”

i eat this trope up everytime i see it and i wanted to write one with jade !! sothis is actually the first thing i've ever fully written before anything else lol please be very kind with me lol (Not that edited either we ball or it'd never see the light of day !!!)

inspired by "an affection anthology" by twstyturny and "jade leech and the three breakups" by schoenpepper (graciously reblogged by twstyturny as well) !!! i <3 the hurt comfort these fics have hihi this has been living in my head rent free since i read it its so so good i love it love it

The knock on the room door pulled you out of your phone, Namjoon similarly out of his book. The concert ended hours ago and everyone was supposed to be relaxing in peace before the show the next day.

Namjoon got up, looking though the peephole before sighing and opening the door. Jimin walked in, his baggy shirt hanging off of his shoulder and almost completely hiding the pajama shorts beneath.

He smiled at Namjoon before bee-lining it towards you, practically jumping onto the bed with a grin.

"Did you like the show?" Jimin asked, leaning close to you.

"Of course, you guys were great as always." He giggled, the high pitched noise bringing a smile to your face.

Namjoon looked annoyed, obviously confused why the other man was being ridiculously cute with you so late after a long show. Not like you minded. He stayed by the door, almost like he was waiting for Jimin to leave.

He didn't, of course. Staying close to you and giggling at random things on your phone with you. You tried to give him an apologetic look, but his annoyance wasn't directed towards you.

"Okay what do you want." Namjoon finally spoke, walking over to you both.

Jimin looked up at him, a clearly fake confused look on his face. He looked back towards you, shuffling impossibly closer before responding.

"Am I not allowed to hang out with my friends?" He pouted, putting on one of his better performances.

Namjoon glared at him, standing directly in front of the bed. They both just looked at each other, the tension filling the room with silence. Truthfully it felt like the cusp of an argument, you knew your boyfriend had wanted to relax and Jimin wasn't helping at the moment.

Jimin sighed, giving up the silent battle. He turned to look at you, a dangerous look growing on his face as he ignored the other man. He leaned towards you, lips brushing against your ear as he whispered what he seemingly wanted.

"Who's a better kisser? Namjoon or Yoongi?" Dropping the honorifics in his question.

You laughed, because of course you did. It was clearly a joke question based purely on how much time the two have been spending together. There was no possible way he knew.

"Why are you laughing?" He asked, a small pout forming.

"That's a crazy question Minnie." You continued laughing, trying to keep yourself calm.

Jimin huffed dramatically. Falling onto the bed as he did. Clearly not getting the answer he wanted.

Namjoon looked at the both of you in confusion, brows furrowed, hating to be left out of the conversation. You shrugged, still laughing out of awkwardness.

After a few seconds Jimin suddenly turned, looking at Namjoon with a new glint in his eyes. Before you could stop him, Jimin repeated the question to your boyfriend, switching out his name for yours.

His eyes went wide for all of three seconds before his face dropped. He turned to lock the door before walking back over to the bed.

"How?" Namjoon asked with a slight scowl.

"Yoongi-hyung was talking about you both, way too happy. So I guessed." His voice was chipper, as if he was discussing something entirely different.

"You guessed that I kissed Yoongi?" Namjoon scoffed, acting like he wasn't just figured out.

"I guessed that she kissed Yoongi." He corrected, smirking at the older man like he won. "Now I know that you did."

Jimin looked back at you for a split second with a smile before turning back. You could tell the fact that Jimin knew part of it was making Namjoon nervous, his fingers were starting to fidget with the edge of his shirt.

"Jimin you're being mean." You spoke up, moving yourself closer to your boyfriend. He nodded quickly in agreement, side eying his friend. "Did you come here to laugh or for something else?"

He pouted, trying to play up the puppy dog eye effect to no avail. If you hadn't been laying such close attention to him you would've missed it, the slight flash of anxiety across his face.

Namjoon missed it, still pissed about the blond interrupting your night. You hesitated, watching the way Jimin started to lose his confidence with every passing second.

After who knows how long he whispered something, looking down at the floor. It was so quiet you couldn't put it together, but whatever it was made his face flush a bright red.

"Are you jealous?" You finally asked, taking the leap.

Namjoon laughed, cutting himself off the second Jimin replied with a small nod, still not looking up from the seemingly interesting carpet.

His eyes went wide, looking towards you at his friends silent confession. You shrugged, not exactly sure what to do. Thankfully you didn't have to think for long before Jimin spoke again.

"Not fair he gets to kiss you both, I would've if you asked me." He finally looked up, the pout on his face was pathetic, fitting his tone perfectly.

"Did more than that Jimin." Namjoon whispers, clearly not realizing he's thinking aloud.

Jimin gasped, turning towards you with a shocked expression. His eyes flickered between the two of you, putting the new information together slowly in his head.

Thankfully he was almost an open book, you could tell just how he was feeling about the new information just by looking at him. Despite the dramatics he seemed genuinely upset, it was causing your head to spin a bit, the idea of him so distraught over not being the one to kiss you, or Namjoon really.

You'd talked, after the night with Yoongi, about the other members. In Namjoons mind there weren't really any no's for you as long as he was there.

The entire night sparked something in him more so than he expected. He'd enjoyed the dynamic, watching how different you were with Yoongi than you were with him. It didn't take long for him to admit that he'd be more than willing with the others if the situation arises.

Maybe he's too pissed off about his book being interrupted to realize, but this seems like the perfect opportunity to say the situation is right in front of us.

You glanced at him for a split second, smiling just enough to warn him, even if he didn't catch on.

Jimin gasped the second you pressed your lips against his. It was a soft, barely there kiss, but it was enough. He whined as you pulled away, trying to reach for you to continue it.

"Joonie." A sing-song tone pulling his focus solely to you.

"You want me to kiss him?" He asked, voice a bit strained at the idea.

That wasn't something you'd talked about in depth, he had been ignoring the fact that he had kissed the other man throughout most of the talks.

It wasn't like he hated the idea, you could tell by the way his pupils went dark at the suggestion. It was more just something he didn't want to admit he liked, at least that was your take on it. But he'd do it for you, that was his justification, but you couldn't complain.

"He wanted to kiss both of us…" You trailed off.

Jimin nodded in agreement, his excitement at the idea evident in the intensity of it. He kept looking between you both, trying to decipher what the silent glances meant.

You almost laughed as the blond shuffled closer to you, looking up at the other man with what you imagined was a similar expression to your own.

After a few seconds it worked, Namjoon leaned down, pressing his lips against yours. You smiled against him, the familiar feeling comforting. He didn't want to pull away, mimicking Jimins whine as you did.

He waited for a minute, eyes fixed on you. Eventually his gaze turned to the bouncing man next to you. He was watching every movement, teeth sunk into his bottom lip so deep you were worried he might start bleeding.

"You want this?" Namjoon asked him in a hushed tone.

"Want everything." Jimin whispered, stealing a glance at you before turning back.

It was hard to tell which one of them gasped when their lips finally met. You wouldn't be shocked if the noise came from you even.

They both seemed hesitant, lips barely pressed together and as much space as possible between the two of them. Yet, you could see the way Jimins breath stopped and Namjoons sped up.

When they pulled apart they both looked towards you, different expressions covering their features. Namjoons nerves had settled some, but the slight curve of his lips told you they were still prevalent in his head. Jimin somehow seemed more eager than before, eyes wide and shrouded in sheer desperation.

"You can say no." You broke the silence, looking towards your boyfriend.

Namjoon laughed, the last bit of hesitation falling off his face leaving the confident smirk in its place. The blonds eyes flickered over to him for a second before returning to you, which only made his laughter louder.

"You know, we only slept with Yoongi to help him not be so stressed out before tour." His voice was back to the smooth one you were used to, yet every word was directed at Jimin. "Don't know if this meets those requirements." He tsked, sending a wink in your direction.

"I'm stressed too!" Jimin whined dramatically. "I'm so stressed hyung, might not be able to dance tomorrow it's so bad." He ended his words with a pout, trying to use the puppy eyes technique to his advantage.

"You're being dramatic." Namjoon scoffed, coming to sit next to you on the bed.

You had both men on either side of you, so close you could hear their breaths and the different speeds they were at. The largers hand rested itself on your thigh, intention evident by how high up it was. The others hands were resting in his lap, fidgeting slightly as the moments passed by.

"I am stressed, there's a lot of pressure." The flirtatious attitude dropped from the blond for a moment.

"I know, I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that." Namjoon sighed, leaning over you to be closer to him. "I was trying to be like, teasing you know? Didn't exactly have time to prepare for this." You chuckled, watching Jimins face soften.

"I think if you ask nicely for our help, we could relive a lot of that stress." You spoke up, trying to spin the conversation back to the tension filling the air.

You could see Namjoon nod in agreement, the grip he had on your thigh tightening. Jimin smiled at you, nodding before taking a deep breath.

"I'll do whatever you want." Jimin whispered, his eyes burning your own. "Please." His eyes flicked to the other man at the quiet plea; you didn't have to look at your boyfriend to know it worked.

You quickly pulled Jimin into you, pressing your lips against his, rougher than before. He gasped, frozen for only a moment before his brain caught up with the moment and his lips moved smoothly against yours.

It didn't take long for your hand to find the base of his neck, fingers sliding upward to tangle in the long hair. Jimins own hand rested softly against your cheek, holding you steady against him the best he could.

Namjoon shifted next to you, hand sliding along your arm until it was residing above your hand in the blond hair. The act caused Jimin to gasp against your lips, allowing you to push your tongue past them with ease.

"God you look stunning." Namjoon groaned, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. "Can tell you're desperate for this." You knew he was talking about you, but part of you hoped the words related to Jimin as well.

Your heavy breathing mixed together as you pulled away for air, a smirk spreading across Jimins face almost made yours stop. You heard Namjoon chuckle behind you, his hand moving back towards you.

Both of his hands landed on your waist within seconds, pulling you onto his lap with ease. Your back was pressed against his chest, his grip tight as he shuffled you both further into the bed until his own was against the headboard.

Jimin followed mindlessly, sitting on his knees a few feet in front of you both with wide eyes. He seemed to lock eyes with the man behind you before moving.

His hand slowly made its way to your knee, watching your eyes the moment it made contact. When you didn't react, it carefully moved higher, sliding across the soft fabric of your pajamas before pausing on your inner thigh the second your breath caught.

He leaned back into you, pressing his lips against yours once more. He led the kiss this time, attempting to take a bit of the control from you.

Namjoons lips soon landed on your neck, making you whine into the kiss. Large hands slid around your waist, slipping underneath the loose shirt with determination. Slowly, he lifted the shirt further up your torso until both men had to pull away from you to lift it off fully.

"Oh shit." Jimin whispered, snapping his head to the side to try and advert his gaze from your now exposed chest.

"You can look." You giggled, reaching your hand out to the blonds cheek, turning his face towards you.

"Can touch too." Namjoon snidely remarked, one of his hands moving up to cup your left breast in example.

Jimins eyes shifted towards you, seemingly for approval despite your words. You nodded, using your hand to guide his lips back towards yours as his own slowly moved up your stomach until it grazed against your right breast.

Namjoon quickly went back to your neck, lips relentless against the sensitive skin. He groaned into you as your hips shifted against him.

"Your skin is so soft." Jimin whispered, lips now hovering over yours as he caught his breath.

"Thank you baby." You replied, holding back a laugh as he beamed at the name.

He started to become restless, almost bouncing in his spot. The hand he had resting on your thigh started to twitch, daring to move higher.

"Think Jimins getting impatient joon." Namjoon hums in agreement, nipping at your neck before pulling away.

His hand slid to your thigh, fully encasing Jimins with ease. You could feel his chin rest on your shoulder, staring at the other man as he slowly moved his hand closer to your covered core.

"Jimins always impatient." He tsked, you could hear the smirk in his voice. "He's so pretty isn't he?" He asked in hushed tone, but by the way Jimins face turned red you were sure he heard him too.

"What do you want to do?" You asked Namjoon, refusing to pull your gaze away from the blond.

"Whatever you want, just like he said." Confirming that he could hear him, Jimin nodded, repeating the words eagerly.

Silence filled the room as you thought about what that meant. You were used to Namjoon guiding you, having long drawn out talks before hand, and it only being the two of you. This was still new, and Jimin isn't Yoongi, in any aspect. You might as well have never done this before.

It didn't help that you couldn't stop staring at him, it was starting to become a problem. The long blond hair framed his face perfectly and he was looking at you as if you were a fucking goddess or something, it was overwhelming and bordering on nauseating.

You felt like you knew what they both wanted, or at least had the general idea. The spot where their hands were splayed felt like it was on fire. You wanted them there, but part of you wanted to test how far their words would really go.

Much to the disappointment of both men you moved yourself off of Namjoons lap, causing their hands to fall onto the mattress below. You didn't go far, sitting yourself next to Jimin. It took you a second, but you decided to be blunt in your words, the tension in the room starting to make you squirm.

"I want to suck him off, help me?" You wanted to take the words back the second they left you, but your rampantly anxious thoughts were cut off.

"Fuck yes." Jimin groaned, much louder than your original question.

"Well now I feel left out." Namjoon chuckled, a curious look on his face at Jimins words.

You leaned in closer to him, lips hovering over his for a moment. It took everything in you to not kiss him, knowing you'd get lost in him as always.

"Trust me, please." The words were barely audible, but he had heard them. He whispered an of course, realizing your tone was more serious than anything. "Tell me if it's too far."

He didn't question you as you pulled away, despite the obvious want on his face. He followed along as you led him towards the edge of the bed, lifting his hips slightly allowing you to pull his pants and underwear off and onto the floor. He had a grin plastered on his face as you sunk down onto the floor, knees landing on the discarded material.

You pressed your lips against his inner thigh, slowly kissing your way closer to the base of his cock. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Jimin watching; Namjoon seemed oblivious to it, all of his focus on your movement.

That was until the blond moved, maneuvering himself down onto floor beside you. He shuffled closer, stopping once his leg was flush against yours.

It was clear the second it clicked in the larger man's head, his eyes went wide and shot towards you with question. Once you nodded, a bit too excited for the confident persona you were trying, he cursed under his breath.

"Fuck, okay—shit." The last word came out in a groan as Jimins hand rested above his knee, fingers daring to move higher.

"Its okay, right hyung?" Jimin said, his voice almost siren like. "It was her idea."

Namjoon narrowed his eyes, keeping them on you as you continued pressing barely there kisses against the heated skin, his cock twitching right next to your cheek.

"You're evil." He whispered.

You didn't reply, instead, you pulled back and turned to the other man. Jimin seemed to know what you wanted, leaning forward until his lips clashed with yours.

The kiss was messy, its only purpose being to put on a show for Namjoon. Based on the faint sounds forcing their way out, it was working.

Once you caught your bearings you wrapped your hand around him, slowly dragging your hand along the growing shaft making the man hiss as your thumb brushed against the tip.

When you had to pull away for air, Jimin quickly reached for your slow moving hand. He pulled it towards him, making Namjoon whine above the two of you.

To the shock of you both, he unfolded your hand, bringing your palm inches away from his lips. He pressed a kiss into the skin before running his tongue along your hand. Without pulling away he let the saliva pooling in his mouth drip onto your hand in some sort of fucked up power play.

You watched with wide eyes as he guided your hand back towards Namjoon, closing your grip around him and moving your hand until you resumed on your own.

Impatience clearly growing once again, Jimin wasted no time. His tongue ran across the head of Namjoons cock, running against your hand as it reached.

"Oh fuck." Namjoon moaned, throwing his head back before digging his hands into the sheets.

You heard Jimin giggle as he continued. He looked towards you, raising his eyebrows in question. It took a moment to realize he was trying to get you to join him, just like you said earlier.

Namjoon groaned when you pulled your hand off, repeating the noise when Jimin sat back on his heels. There was a complaint on the tip of his tongue, only stopped by you mimicking the other man's previous action.

A whine resonated next to you, much closer than you realized. Jimin moved impossibly closer to you, watching the way you ran your tongue along your boyfriends cock.

Namjoon shuttered above the both of you as Jimins tongue joined yours, awkwardly clashing together. You managed to look up at him for a moment; his eyes were practically bulging at the display.

The sheer look of desperation that was spreading across him had any ounce of awkwardness leave your mind. You made your way to the head, wrapping your lips around it with ease.

Namjoons hand shot to your scalp, threading through your hair but not applying pressure, managing to hold himself back. You felt his grip increase slightly when you moved back, resting it against your lips now.

Jimin moved closer, pressing his lips against yours, not letting Namjoons cock fall. It was a mess, you could feel spit sliding down your chin as you tried to maintain the kiss.

"How—fuck this is insane." Namjoon said, words split between moans as Jimin laughed against your lips.

Namjoons hips bucked forward almost uncontrollably, cock gliding between the messy kiss with ease. He did it a few times before a deep groan echoed through the room.

Suddenly the soft hand had a tight grip, pulling a gasp out of you as he dragged you off of him. Your eyes shot open, watching as Jimin didn't stop despite your lips disappearing. It felt like hours, the view of the blond running seemingly on autopilot as his lips closed fully around Namjoon while trying to catch your own breath.

It was more like seconds before the hand not still gripping your hair ran through the blonds, pulling him off in a way similar to you. Jimin whined, contradicting the grin that he shot up at the man.

"You're no fun." He whined.

Namjoon glared at him, tightening his grip for a split second before dropping all together. The moment his hair was free Jimin was crawling towards you. Just as you managed to breath normally his lips crashed against yours once again, at this point you couldn't keep count.

His hands flew to you, one gripping your waist as he pulled you closer almost causing you to lose your balance. The other slid up the nape of your neck, fingertips brushing against Namjoons palm.

"I'm starting to think you only came in here to kiss my girlfriend." Namjoon laughed above the two of you.

Jimin pulled away with a hum, resting his forehead against yours. His eyes kept flickering down to your lips, the temptation to reignite the kiss evident in his features.

"That was the idea." He pressed a quick peck against your lips before pulling back. "Didn't think it'd go this far, Yoongi-hyungs story didn't go this far."

"Are you complaining?" You asked, sarcasm lacing the words.

"I'm not stupid." He quipped back, standing up in front of you. "You're both hot as fuck."

Having to look up at both men had your head spinning. Namjoon looked wrecked, his cock red and leaking against his stomach, staining his shirt; while Jimins was twitching beneath the confining fabric of his pants.

"If thats what you want." Namjoon started, pulling his shirt off effortlessly. He motioned you towards him, eventually pulling you flush against him. "Then you can just do that, yeah?"

Jimin frowned, following his friends motion and tossing his own shirt onto the floor, soon followed by his pants. You had to force your eyes away from the new expanse of skin, looking up just to see the puppy eyes staring back at you.

"Sounds like you have an idea." You whispered, leaning towards Namjoon, grazing your hand down his chest.

He hummed, arm sliding around your waist. Mimicking earlier, he pulled you with him as he moved towards the middle of the bed. His hand slid beneath your waistband, urging your hips up as he pushed the both pieces fabric down your legs. He reached down grabbing them in one hand before throwing them at Jimin with a laugh.

"If he wants to kiss you so bad, he can do so while you ride my face. Best of both worlds right?" The question wasn't for you, even if his eyes were trailing down your chest.

Jimin whined again, somehow louder this time. He quickly climbed onto the bed, sitting on his knees a few feet away from you both. He didn't answer, but you could tell he agreed by the way his cock twitched.

Namjoon helped you as you positioned yourself above him, knees on either side of his head digging into the mattress. Jimin watched with baited breath as you slowly moved down, soaked cunt hovering barely an inch above the other mans face.

He was quick to pull you down the rest of the way, tongue flattening against your clit instantly. You gasped, hand reaching down to grip Namjoons hair as a half assed attempt to slow him. All it did was make him moan into you, the vibrations almost knocking you over.

His hands wrapped around your thighs, digging short nails into the skin to hold you close. You were a constant mess of moans as he continued to lap at your hole like a man starved. He was always like this, despite the years together you were still confused on how he managed to breath in his crazed state.

Jimin eventually moved closer to you, finding his spot next to you on the bed. His hand rested against your cheek, turning your head to face him before smashing his lips against yours. The kiss was a disaster but he didn't seem to mind, your moans were swallowed by him, his lips still moving against yours even when yours stilled.

His hand started to trail along your torso, mapping every inch of skin under his fingertips. He didn't seem to have a plan, never staying in one place for too long, but it didn't matter. You felt on fire, your thighs starting to burn with every passing second.

Your hand started to do the same, an embarassing whine leaving you as you grazed past his abs. You went lower, not stopping until you were able to wrap your hand around the base of his cock. Jimin moaned, breaking the kiss as he threw his head back in pleasure. You wanted to laugh, the slightest touch causing such a reaction was almost hilarious, but the man beneath you wrapped his lips around your clit before you could.

"Fuck!" You yelled, falling forward slightly. Jimins hand caught you, holding you up until you could do so on your own once again. "Thank you." You whispered, leaning your head against his.

He smiled, resuming the kiss at a much slower pace. He moaned as you started to move your hand against him, thumb running along his tip at the end of every pass. You fell into almost perfect unision, his hips bucking into your hand, using it to get himself off as you attempted to shift your own against Namjoons mouth with minimal success.

Jimins noises grew louder, muffling your moans. You could feel him getting close, his precum spreading across your hand easing each stroke of your hand.

It didn't take long before his head was thrown back, a loud moan echoing through the room. Your hand became covered in him, dripping onto the sheets as it slowed.

The second Jimin quieted down, Namjoon became far more agressive. Before you could comprehend what was happening Namjoon had you laying on your back, his mouth still on your soaked pussy.

You hesitated, almost burying your other hand in his hair, already hearing the complaints if you had made the mistake. Your oragasm started to build, desperation taking over as pleas started to fall out of your mouth.

They only grew louder as Namjoon slowly pushed a finger into your entrance, not waiting long before adding a second one. His tongue swirled around the digits, pushing in along side them for a second before moving back onto your clit.

Looking up you saw Jimin staring down at you, eyes switching between what you imagined to be a wreck of your face, and the view of Namjoon willing suffocating between your thighs.

The last thing you say was the fucked out grin from the blond before your head flew back, a wave crashing over you as you came on Namjoons tongue.

"God—fuck joonie too much." You groaned, pushing him away from you with all the strength you could muster.

He followed your lead, allowing himself to be pushed away from your pussy. The bottom half of his face shined agaisnt the bright lights, making a bubble of embarrassment build in your chest.

It was soon squashed when he turned towards the other man. He had a smirk on his face, bringing his fingers up to his lips, swirling his tongue around them before speaking.

"Wanna taste her?" The comment made you cringe slightly, but it seemed to work wonder for Jimin.

"Please hyung." Came the small whimper, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he waited for Namjoons move.

He didn't have to wait long, the hand that was a mess was sliding through Jimins hair, not having the same worries as you. The leverage allowed him to pull the blond closer, smashing his lips against his with no hesitation.

It was less like a kiss and more like a battle. Their tongues pushed against one another, muffling Jimins whines as he tasted you on the other man's.

Smaller hands ran across Namjoons chest, lost in their path but determined either way. You watched as he shivered at the slight brush against one of nipples, cock twitching subtly.

It continued lower, finding its way to his cock and carefully wrapped around the sensitive shaft. Namjoon groaned, hips shifting before pulling away from the kiss.

"Don't." He grunted, guiding Jimins hand off of him.

You could see the look of protest on his face, one you agreed with, knowing he was the only one who hadn't gotten off yet.

"But-" Jimin started, getting cut off by your flushing partner.

"Too close." Namjoon sighed, taking a second to catch his breath before he continued. "Want to fuck her while you two kiss, didn't have the best view of it earlier."

"It was your idea." You said under your breath sarcastically.

"And it was a great one, one of my favorites." He smirked. "Doesn't change that I want to watch you two together."

"I like that idea." Jimin pipped in, face still flush.

"Shocking." You laughed, falling back onto the pillows from your half seated position.

Jimin followed you, ignoring the awkward wet spots on the sheets as he laid down next you to. Resting on his side his hand slid across your stomach, head burying itself in your shoulder.

Namjoon hovered over you, pressing a soft kiss into your forehead before trailing his lips further down. Once he reached your other shoulder, one of his hands grazed over your cunt, pausing for a moment at the jump of shock from you.

Soon his fingers were back, pushing inside of you slowly. His lips continued across heated skin, tongue flicking against one of your nipples on its path. The pleasure started to build again, whines leaving you at the slow pace.

"Give me your hand." Namjoon muttered into your skin.

Just as you were about to do so, his free hand absentmindedly reached towards Jimins. He allowed Namjoon to guide his hand across your waist.

You could feel his breath quicken against your neck as they inched closer to your core. Your back arched the second Jimins fingertips glided across your clit.

"You're so wet." He whispered, sliding down to where Namjoons fingers still pumped into you.

Your boyfriend tsked, the grip on the others wrist pulling his hand up until he was positioned over your clit again.

"Stay. Play with her a bit." Namjoons voice was dropped than before, making a shiver run through you.

Jimin listened, his fingers mindlessly rubbed your clit. The pressure had a loud moan rip through you.

"Good boy." You mumbled, not focused on the words leaving you.

He was however. You felt the way his breath stopped for a moment as he dug himself deeper into the crook of your neck. Namjoon laughed at the display, making Jimin whine even more.

"Yeah? You like that?" Jimin nodded, refusing to look at him. "Gonna react like that if I say it too, or it is an exclusive." The chuckle towards the end made the man groan against you.

"You too." He replied, lifiting his head up enough to look at him.

"Be a good boy and and keep rubbing her clit like that while I fuck her, can you do that?"

"Can still kiss her right?" Jimin asked instantly, making you laugh.

"I'd be sad if you didn't." You turned your head towards him, awkwardly kissing his forehead.

Namjoon made an odd sound, like a mix of affection and annoyance all in one. You didn't have much time to dwell on it; seconds later he pulled his fingers out, sitting up so his torso was on full display.

He shuffled towards you, spreading your thighs further and slotting himself between them. His hand gripped the base of his cock, lining it up with your entrance.

A look of question crossed his face, directed towards you. All he needed was a nod before he slowly pushed the tip into you, pausing for a second at the stretch.

"All that and you're still so tight baby." He groaned, suddenly gripping your waist with both hands.

You moaned as he pushed further, slow moving until his hips were flush with the back of your thighs. Jimins fingers still pressed against your clit, movement slower than before but still present.

It took him a second to gather himself, eyes fixated on the spot where you and Namjoon were flush together. Once he did, he turned towards you, doing just as Namjoon wanted earlier and pressed his lips against yours.

The position was awkward. Jimin was half above you, resting on his elbow while you were flat against the mattress, only propped up by the horribly flat pillow that the house had. You were straining to maintain the kiss, ignoring the way Jimin's arm shook every so often.

Namjoon pulled out once you both had a rhythm within the kiss before harshly thrusting back into you, almost throwing the entire thing off with a laugh, something he was doing way too much you thought. Thankfully Jimin managed to stay balanced at the sudden shift, groaning into the kiss as his arm twisted slightly underneath him.

You wanted to throw out some half assed comment about him potentially injuring the man the night before a concert, but you couldn't manage to get a word out between the two of them. It was a constant competition for your focus, your mind couldn't keep up with the overwhelming stimulation.

"You look—fuck god— look so fucking hot like this." Namjoon spoke, words breaking between groans. "Kinda fucked up isn't it, I'm enjoying this shit far more than I should." You whined when Jimin pulled away to reply despite the words being directed towards you in the first place.

"Great leaders share hyung, nothing wrong with it." His tone was genuine, casting reassurance to something that didn't really need it in the moment, the comment only made for his enjoyment anyhow.

Namjoon hummed above you, hips still slamming against yours with no care. No matter how cute the words were, every thrust mixed with the steadily increasing movement of the blonds finger had you barreling towards the edge.

Pulling a gasp out of him, you slid your hand through his hair and pulled, hard, back down to your lips. He quickly reciprocated, giggling into the kiss as you held your grip, tightening and relaxing between thrusts.

"She's close, can feel her— god you guys look so hot." He rambled, struggling to keep his pace.

Jimin didn't respond with more than a hum that was swallowed by your mouth, far too focused on you to process what was being said. He stayed pressed against you as your orgasm washed over you again, tongue still pushing into your mouth as if you were still doing the same.

"So pretty." Jimin whispered, pulling away from your lips enough to let you catch your breath and stilling his hand.

Namjoon continued his now sporadic thrusts, tightening his grip on your waist. You whined as over sensitivity grew, earning muttered reassurances from both men.

"Hurry up." Jimin said, turning his head to scold your boyfriend.

"What do you—shit—think I'm trying to do?" Namjoon groaned, throwing a glare towards the blond. "She'd tell me if it hurt, I know her limits." He said, a strict tone taking over.

Jimin scoffed, glaring at him before turning back to you with a soft smile. He peppered kisses across your face, whispering praises with every one. You giggled with each one, small moans breaking through at particularly hard thrusts.

Namjoon leaned forward, burying his head in the crook of your shoulder the blond wasn't blocking. The placement muffled his moans, sending vibrations through you with every one.

Soon his hips faltered, pace falling as he came. You heard mumbled words leave him, jumbled together far too much to even be audible.

You felt him pull out after a few minutes, hissing as he did so. He laid down beside you, arm falling over your waist and attempting to pull you towards him.

His attempted failed, stopped by Jimin who pulled you the opposite direction into his chest, making you laugh at the random possessiveness. Namjoon shifted, sitting up and looking at the blond.

Namjoons hand was soft against your cheek, thumb brushing over your cheekbone every so often as you both melted into the kiss. His other had a loose grip on your waist, helping you to keep your balance as you rocked your hips slowly in his lap.

It'd been like this for just shy of an hour you thought; the entire thing just a lazy connection between the two of you after he returned home from a day full of promos.

It helps according to him. Helps his body release all the pent of energy and anxiety that builds up. It helps him just to be around you in all fairness, but he's not going to deny the relaxation that comes from the physicality of it all.

"Wanna go faster." You whispered against his lips, trying to move your hips quicker without falling.

"Go for it baby." He smiled, sliding his arm further across your back to keep you from falling.

Namjoon kept his lips against yours as you sped up your hips, grinding yourself against his growing cock. His slight groans were drowned out by your desperate whines, the small touches of the past hour starting to catch up to you.

You were quick to find a grip against him, one of your hands settling on his shoulder and the other sliding through his hair. His teeth dragged against your lip as you pulled on the strands slightly, a weakness of his.

"You're perfect, you know that?" He whispered, pushing his hips into yours just enough to send send your head back. "Absolutely perfect."

—

Promos were killing him, all of them really. He was sure one of the videos was going to make him come off as absolutely insane when in reality he'd just drank his 7th cup of coffee to stay awake.

Tour started soon, and as much as they were excited to be performing again, there was also a lot of fear surrounding it. Being the leader, Namjoon was everyone's person to talk to about it. He tried helping, but there was only so much words could do.

"I'm sorry man." Namjoon sighed, leaning back into his office chair. "I wish I could help, especially with tour so close."

Yoongi chuckled, taking a sip of his soju before speaking. "Sometimes it makes me wish it was still like when we were younger."

Namjoon started at the other man, a questioning look evident on his face. He didn't really understand what he meant. It was obvious Yoongi could tell, sighing slightly as he leaned forward.

"Before the fame, when you could just go out and hookup with someone at a bar with no fear."

"Do that often back then?" They both laughed, mumbling out something along the lines of it working between laughs. "Besides, we're in our thirties, doubt it'd be easy to do either way."

The room softened, both men settling into a comfortable silence. It was normal for them, long drawn out silences where the room felt at peace. It was what happened when you'd known someone for half your life.

It wasn't until some of the members ran by, laughing at something unknown that the silence broke a bit. Yoongi mumbled something to himself pulling Namjoons attention.

"Sorry?" He asked turning towards his friend. "I didn't hear you with them being crazy out there."

"You don't have to worry about all that stuff." Yoongi spoke, a smirk on his face.

"I mean I do, I am the leader so-"

"No I meant the stress relief bullshit." He laughed taking a rather large drink of the soju he'd been nursing. "Trying to find a physical way to get it all out, your girlfriend is a big help I imagine."

Namjoon paused, the other man's words giving him ideas that any half decent man wouldn't be thinking. You were the best stress relief he had, even if a good part of it was the romance aspect, he hadn't felt the physical discomfort from the stress of their lives since you came home with him that first night.

He had to look away from his friend, thoughts of his you could "help out" consuming his mind like a drug. You'd always liked the other members, you two had talked about your Fangirl days, but you'd never told him who your favorite was back then.

Maybe it was Yoongi, maybe he could help his friend and fulfill a fantasy for you all in the same day. He liked the idea, more than he wanted to admit. The thought of you and Yoongi together, he'd be able to see every aspect of you that way, see the things he'd miss when it was just the two of you.

He didn't say anything, even when he looked back up at the other man after ages of creating months worth of daydreams. For a moment he thought Yoongi was reading his mind, the smirk still prominent on his face.

"The way your face looks I know I'm right." Yoongi laughed, maybe the alcohol was getting to him.

"Do you think she's pretty?" Namjoon stuttered out without thinking.

"No shit." His laugh continued. "I think every one of us has at some point, Jungkook cried over the 'betrayal' once it was fucking hilarious." The exaggerated air quotes the man did made Namjoon laugh more than the statement.

"Would've paid to see that."

It was all he could say, his friend didn't need to know how much fuel he just gave the thoughts flooding his head.

—

"Have you ever thought about having a threesome?" Namjoon's voice broke through the comfortable silence that had built up as you got ready for bed.

You turned to him, eyes wide at the sudden and explicit question. He looked nervous to even ask it, small in his place under the covers as he watched your reaction. It was weird seeing him like that, which only enhanced your confusion.

"I'm guessing you have?" He sighed, sinking further into the pillows.

"Yoongi and I had a conversation today, it brought up— well it made me start to think about that type of stuff." He got quiet towards the end. "He wasn't even talking about that specifically, but he brought you up and I-"

"Wait, so he wasn't talking about threesomes, but brought me up and you like, instantly thought of threesomes?"

Namjoon went quiet, pursing his lips together before nodding. "I'm sorry." Was all he managed to get out.

"No no—you don't have to be sorry. I'm just—do you want to have a threesome with Yoongi?" He stared at you, the bluntness catching him off guard.

"It didn't start like that. At first he brought up the whole stressed hookup thing and then I thought of the two of you together and—okay note taken." He cut himself off, the sour look on your face at the idea of you and Yoongi, without Namjoon, prevalent on your face.

"Sorry please continue." You whispered, making your way over to the bed and finally sitting above the covers.

"It just spiraled after that I guess. He seems so stressed, and sex helps? Sex with you helps me and it would probably help him and then he brought up the other members also finding you pretty and— fuck I think I do, I haven't stopped thinking about it."

He sunk his face into his hands, dragging them down his face dramatically. Attempting to comfort him you managed to get yourself under the covers, scooting over until you could rest your head on his shoulder with ease.

Namjoon reacted almost instantly. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his allowing you to hear his racing heartbeat. You melted into him, the exhaustion of the day catching up to you.

"If you really want to we can, if it'd help you both, I'm more than willing."

—

The conversation didn't get brought up in the morning, if you didn't trust your memory as much as you did you may have thought it was a dream. He left the same way he did every morning, this morning however he seemed happier than normal, especially with the early wake up due to Hoseoks own nerves.

You didn't expect much to come out of it; maybe just knowing you weren't mad was enough to calm his mind about the newfound fantasy. Granted, it didn't help much that now you were thinking about it. Half of your morning was spent scrolling past promotions pictures of them all, trying to ignore the lingering glances you took whenever Yoongi showed up.

It shocked you when your boyfriend texted you in the afternoon when you knew he was at an interview. The text itself was simple enough, far from innocent in your mind. "Can Yoongi-hyung stay over tonight?" He didn't need to say it aloud, the implication was enough for you.

You typed back a yes without much thought before throwing your phone. Everything felt too real, you couldn't tell if you were more terrified or excited. In an embarrassing moment you ran to the shower, staying in there for who knows how long, bringing up flashbacks of when you would do this before every date with Namjoon.

The shower managed to calm you down enough to be able to resume what you were doing. That was until you remembered your phone was lying on the floor.

Picking it up was a mistake for your sanity. In the midst of random notification was a single text from the man invading your relationship and your mind. "If you want me to bring anything let me know, we both know Namjoon won't."

He was right. You both knew your boyfriend better than yourselves. Soon you'd both know every part of him, parts only you had known originally shared. It was weird how easily that thought crossed your mind, and how quickly it made your heart race.

"Only yourself and a change of clothes." Was your response. Your nerves were on fire once again, resulting in you spending the next few hours panic cleaning every inch of your house before you got the text that the two men were on their way home.

You felt like your chest was going to explode when the car pulled up. Trying to act cool when they walked it the door, takeout in their hands with small smiles.

"He insisted on buying us food." Your boyfriend spoke, walking towards you with a bag from your favorite fast food place. "He was driving so I couldn't stop him." He laughed, pressing his lips against your cheek as he handed you one of the bags.

"When have you ever stopped me from buying you food?" Yoongis voice rang out, already sitting at the table and taking out his order.

The two started bickering as they ate, leaving you to watch as you did the same. God you were so fucked.

—

"We don't have to do this if you're nervous baby." Namjoon whispered as he pulled you into him.

It was an out. Yoongi was within speaking distance, in the bathroom just on the other side of the wall. You'd spoken about it, just enough to know it was actually happening. There was enough trust between the three of you to know that was enough.

You decided not to respond, instead closing the distance between you and Namjoon. The kiss started off slow, allowing you to feel him smile into it. His hands rested on your waist, keeping you close as your hand rested on broad shoulders.

It was easy to fall back into your normal routine. The endless kisses while grinding into one another. For a minute or so you both seemed to forget what was happening, but it didn't seem like the other man minded.

"Comfortable?" Yoongis voice shocked both of you for a moment.

"Fuck man you scared me." Your boyfriend laughed as he pulled away from you making you grin.

Namjoon beckoned Yoongi onto the bed, his orders being followed with no resistance. You suddenly found yourself between the two of them, sitting on Namjoons lap with your back now against him.

Yoongi had a soft smile on his face, head tilted slightly as he took in the scene; more specifically you. You'd manage to catch the subtle way his teeth sunk into his lip for a split second as his eyes trailed across you.

Slowly you reached your hand towards him, brushing a fallen strand of hair away from the edge of his glasses. It was so soft you almost missed it, but he attempted to lean into your hand. The act made something twist inside of you.

Before you knew it you were leaning forward. Your lips barely pressed against his, eyes fluttering shut at the act. He waited for your next move, staying still until you started to move your lips against his.

Yoongi smiled against your lips as you giggled into the kiss, tasting his citrusy lip balm he no doubt applied copious amounts of in the bathroom. "It's been a while, wanted them to be soft for you." He whispered, catching onto what your laughter was.

"You succeeded." You replied, connecting your lips once again.

It moved faster from there. His hands made their way to you. One resting on your knee while the other held your cheek. Your own tangled themselves in the newly short hair with ease, trying to keep him close to you.

His tongue slid against your lips, pushing through at your allowance. Yoongi dominated the kiss, sloppy at first, taking a moment to remember how.

Carefully, his hand slid higher on your leg. He was slow moving, not faltering in the kiss as it climbed to your thigh resting below the edge of your pajama shorts. The grip just enough to know the hand was there.

Soon you felt Namjoons breath against your neck, his chest now pressed directly against your back. You gasped into the kiss as his lips pressed against your skin, not staying in one place for longer than a second.

His hands traveled to your waist, keeping you still between the two men. Even as you tried to shift your hips back into his own, his grip tightened making you whine against the other mans lips.

"Really? Already?" Namjoon laughed, pulling away from your neck and sitting his shoulder against your chin.

"Hmm?" Yoongi hummed, barely moving from your lips. "What's wrong?"

"He won't let me move." You pouted, leaning into Yoongi dramatically.

You heard an exasperated sigh come from your boyfriend, no doubt a reaction from what was probably a scolding look from the man you were currently pressing into.

"She's trying to grind into me, already." You groaned into Yoongis shoulder at the accusation.

Yoongi scoffed. His hands migrated to your waist, hovering above Namjoons for a moment before shoving them off of you. You both gasped as his hands replaced the others, lifting you off of your boyfriends lap and placing you down on his own.

"You can do whatever you want with me baby." Yoongi whispered, slowly guiding your hips against his until you started to move on your own accord.

Quickly you glanced back to Namjoon, the shocked expression still stuck on his face. His eyes were wide, staring unapologetically at the place where your hips rested on his friend.

Turning back around you connected your lips to Yoongis once more. This time the kiss was quickly reciprocated, there was no longer hesitation in his touches.

His grip tightened against you as you sped up your hips, now pushing yourself against the growing bulge in his sweatpants. He groaned into your mouth, bucking his hips against yours carefully, waiting for your reaction before repeating it.

You pulled away from his lips, a moan leaving you as the friction against your covered clit started to build. Yoongi didn't let up, forcing your hips to keep the new pace as you started to lose your balance. His lips were quick to find your neck at the loss of yours, teeth scraping against the skin bordering on painful.

"She'll cum like that if you let her." Namjoon spoke, deep voice now filling the room.

It was meant as a warning, you think. Yoongi didn't seem to take it as one.

"Yeah? Like making a mess, ruining our clothes hm?" You nodded, resting your head against his shoulder as he dug his hands tighter into you. "Go ahead, make a mess on my lap baby. That's what I'm here for isn't it?"

"Keep doing that." Namjoons voice was close to you once again, you could feel the bed shifting as he moved. "She loves being talked through it."

You whined into the other mans shoulder, hips starting to move against him with a desperate rhythm. You dug your hand into his arm to try and regain your balance, your other reaching behind you trying to find your boyfriend.

"Should I tell her she's good, or does she like it meaner?" Yoongi asked, voice vibrating against you.

"She loves being good, don't you honey?" Namjoon whispered as he grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers through with yours. "Always so good for me."

His lips were suddenly on the other side of your neck, chest pressed against your back once more. Every move of your hips pushed your ass into him. You almost felt suffocated, pushed perfectly between both men, two sets of lips on your neck. It was enough to push you over the edge, shaking between them as your orgasm rolled over you.

Yoongi pulled away from you, focus switching to watch your face as you came, ignoring the small whine that left when lips disappeared. Namjoon stayed close, smiling against you as he continued biting kisses into the skin.

"Fuck you look so pretty." Yoongis hand moved to rest under your chin, lifting it just enough for your eyes to meet his. "Soaked through my sweats, can feel it on my skin."

"Guess he should take them off then, right baby?" Namjoon asked you, a hypothetical really.

You nodded, trying, and failing, to push yourself off of the mans lap so he could, pulling you back onto his. The other man caught on and helped you onto his after laughing slightly at your failure.

Namjoon held you close to him as you continued to calm down, both of your eyes watching as Yoongis hands slipped beneath the waistband of his sweats. Slowly, he pushed them off of his hips, sitting up slightly to do so. You couldn't help but stare as dark boxers came into view, a small whimper leaving you as you noticed the dark spot covering his cock.

"Want the boxers off too?" He asked, thumb toying with the elastic with a smirk. Once again you nodded, having difficulty pulling your eyes away from him. "I'll do it, but I don't want to be the only one half naked baby."

You looked back at Namjoon who smiled, giving you a look that screamed agreement. His actions were louder. The hands that were keeping you tethered to him moved, sliding his hands beneath your shirt before pulling it up your torso.

Before you knew it the shirt was thrown somewhere in the room, and everyone was now heavily aware that you went without a bra for the occasion. You'd expected a comment from one of them, but instead Namjoons hand practically flew to your breast.

Yoongis eyes were wide as he watched Namjoon massage your breast, his hand slow moving but heavy with every grasp.

"I wasn't just talking to her." His voice was quiet as his eyes flickered up to your boyfriends for a moment before returning to your chest.

He chuckled behind you, not putting up a fight as he used his spare hand to pull off his own shirt and adding it to the pile of discarded clothes. You didn't have to look back to know, feeling his warm skin against your back.

"Better?" He didn't answer, instead he kept to his word and pushed the elastic band down allowing his cock to spring free.

"Can I?" You asked, reaching out to rest your hand on his thigh while waiting for permission.

"Yeah you can." He whispered, leaning into press his lips against yours once again.

You moved your hand onto him as you kissed back, slowly dragging your hand along the shaft. He whined into the kiss with every pass of your thumb over his tip, hips bucking slightly into your grip.

Yoongi let out a quiet moan as you sunk your teeth into his bottom lip, matching it with a tightening grip on his cock.

"Shit don't do that."

"Close already?" Namjoon asked before you could apologize.

"Listen it—fuck baby—it's been a while. that's the whole reason we're here." He pulled away from the kiss, leaning his forehead against your shoulder.

Namjoon gripped your wrist, making your movements slow much to the dismay of the other man. "Don't whine at me." He laughed, guiding your hand off of him. "Thought you had other things you wanted to do? Can't do those if you cum within two minutes of her touching you."

Yoongi groaned, falling back onto the mattress dramatically. He quickly tried to slow his breathing, falling under watchful eyes. His cock twitched as he craned his head up to look at you, the red color growing darker with every passing second.

He whispered something to himself before shooting back up again. "I hate you." He said to the man behind you with a grimace.

His hands went to your thighs, trailing over the thin fabric of your shorts until he made it to your waistband. Without warning he started to pull them down, waiting for the other man to lift your hips in aid. You kicked them off once they made it below your knee, following suit with your soaked panties, trying to ignore the difficulty of it.

Before you could ask what the things the two had obviously discussed before hand were, Yoongi pressed his lips against yours once again. You gasped against his mouth as his hand ghosted over your cunt, fingertip brushing against your swollen clit.

"Think he wants to show you his tongue technology." Namjoon whispered, cutting himself off with a failed attempt at hiding his laughter.

"I'm going to fucking kill him." Yoongi whispered to you between breaths.

"Is he wrong?" You giggled, sliding your hand down the mans arm until you could press his hand against you.

The man had a look on his face that you couldn't quite read. Namjoon could apparently. His presence left as you were stuck sitting on the sheets. They didn't allow you to question it; within seconds your back was flat against the same sheets and Yoongi was sliding off the bed.

He winked at your shocked expression before pressing his lips inches away from your entrance. His hands landed on your thighs, lifting them over his shoulders, wincing slightly at first before repositioning himself.

He continued to tease, pressing soft kisses around your clit, allowing his breath to breeze past it. You were starting to grow desperate, trying to push your hips against him with minimal success.

Namjoon made his way back to you, lifting your head and resting it comfortably on his thigh. Without a word he reached down, carding his hand through yours and lifting it into the air. He guided you both to the back of the other mans skull, Namjoon helping you slide your fingers through the strands before placing his hand on the back of yours.

"Be a good girl for me and take what you want okay?" He whispered, just loud enough for you to hear.

You nodded, tightening your grip on Yoongis hair before pulling him towards where you wanted him. He let out a moan at the action, laughing a bit before pressing his lips against your clit.

He started slow, soft kisses against your cunt before increasing the pressure. He moved to focus on your entrance, nose nudging against your clit just enough to keep your focus.

It didn't take long for him to move, dragging his finger against your now drenched core. You gasped as he slowly pushed the digit into you, curling it the second it was all in. His tongue focused now on your clit, trying to match the movement of his tongue to the now moving finger.

You pulled him closer, thighs now trying to tighten around his head against your will. Yoongi didn't seem to mind, eyes staring up at you with an evil glint present. You barely registered him adding the second finger, him managing to time it at the same time that Namjoons large hands returned to your breasts.

"Close baby?" Namjoon asked, smiling above you when you nodded. Yoongi, still watching you, moaned against you at the fact. "Go ahead, he's practically begging for it the way hes humping the fucking air."

He laughed as the other man flipped him off, proving him right by not stopping and only increasing the speed of his other hand. You managed to catch the way his hips were shifting for a split second before he sucked harder on your clit making your head fly backwards.

Soon your grip tightened, your second orgasm barrelling towards you before you could warn Yoongi. You pulled him impossibly closer, the man putting up no reisitence at the act as you came. He removed his fingers, replacing them with his tongue with a moan as your taste exploded across his it.

You heard muffled praises fill the air as your body started relax once more, which man they were coming from you truthfully had no idea.

"Shit I need a minute." Yoongis voice broke through pulling your gaze towards him.

His face was covered in you, the sheen made more apparent by the lamp off to the side. His tongue was running along his bottom lip with a hum as he spoke. Namjoon moved as well, taking his hands off of your breasts to brush the fallen hair off of your face.

Both men laughed as you whined, groaning at the sudden lack of touch. You tried to drag Namjoons hands back to no avail.

"Want me to do something baby girl?" He smiled as you nodded dramatically. He looked to his friend, cocking his head slightly before asking. "Want to watch me fuck her? That enough of a break for you?"

"I hate how hot that sounds." Yoongi mumbled, standing up to sit on the edge of the bed nearest you.

"Please Joonie." You whispered, sitting up to press your lips against his.

He kissed back, allowing to control the pace as he pushed his pants down to his knees. Boxers followed soon after, letting his cock bounce against his stomach.

You climbed onto his lap, grinding yourself against him. One of his hands slid across your back, making its way to the base of your neck keeping you still as he pulled out of the kiss.

You felt eyes on you as you reached between the two of you, grabbing Namjoons cock with ease. He let out a sharp gasp as you dragged your hand along the shaft.

Shifting upwards your knees dug into the mattress. You gripped the base of his cock, positioning it below you, your legs shaking as you hover above it.

"You sure you want to ride me? You're shaking babe." He sighed as you nodded, nudging the tip against your soaked entrance. "Tell me when it's too much alright?" He pressed his lips against yours as you nodded once again.

You both let out a moan as the tip of his cock breached you, meeting little resistance thanks to the other man. You wasted no time sinking down onto him, unable to control the noises leaving your mouth as your hips hit his thighs.

Namjoon pulled your head closer to him, resting his forehead against yours. His mouth was parted, breathing heavily against yours as he waited for you to move.

Yoongis presence moved closer as you lifted yourself up on shaky thighs before dropping yourself back down. You felt his hand ghost over your back as you moved, his breath loud enough to register over your moans.

"You're so hot." He whispered, shuffling closer. "Using his cock perfectly. Does it feel good?"

"So good Yoongi."You moaned, pressing further into Namjoon with a failed attempt to speed yourself up. "Too—fuck joon—need help."

Within seconds his hands found your waist, holding you still as his hips thrusted into yours. You moved your head into the crook of his shoulder, trying to muffle yourself.

Neither man seemed to like that idea. Yoongis hand slid against yours scalp, gripping your hair in a similar manner to yours earlier before pulling you back. The act made your voice even louder.

"Can feel you getting close baby, clenching around me so tight." You nodded, trying to grind yourself against him as he kept up his thrusts from below. "Go ahead and cum, think someone is getting impatient." Yoongi groaned from behind you.

Despite the annoyance, Yoongi moved closer once again. His hand wrapped around your waist, sliding down until his fingers brushed over your clit. He wasted no time drawing shapes against it, pushing you over the edge.

You shook between them, slumping forward until all of your body weight rested against your boyfriend. He lifted you up just enough to slip his hard cock out of you before allowing you to rest on him once again.

"Feeling alright?" You whined in response , nodding against his shoulder. "Think you can take him?"

"Mhm, wanna do it." You words were a bit slurred, but they didn't mind.

You heard them talking as you tried to control your breathing, your mind still static like. Soon Yoongis presence left, you could hear him leaving the room making your stomach turn.

Lifting your head up you looked at Namjoon with a grimace, thinking something went wrong and the man was leaving fully. He coo'd at you, peppering soft kisses against your face.

"He's coming back, promise." He reassured. "Idiot forgot to grab the condom out of his jacket, no way he's fucking you without one."

"You did." You whispered, giggling at your comment.

"You're my girlfriend baby." He whispered, smiling as you continued to giggle at him. "I'm the only one allowed to do that silly." You agreed with a grin, messily pressing your lips against his as you waited for Yoongi to return.

He did moments later, returning to his place on the bed easily. You pulled away from Namjoon once you felt the slight dip in the mattress.

Turning to look at him you noticed the nervous expression he was trying to hide on his face. Your brain was still a bit fuzzy, making your own nerves quieter; giving you a lot more confidence to lighten the mood.

"How do ya want me?" You asked, plucking the condom out of his hand. "Expect for on top my poor legs." Both men laughed as you pouted.

"I think-" He started, leaning closer to you and grabbing the item back. "You can just lay back and let me make you feel good? That work for you sweetheart?" Yoongis tone was slightly mocking, but the way his voice dipped towards the final word had you silently agreeing.

It didn't take long for Yoongi to be between your thighs once again. Namjoon moved off to the side, mumbling something about a view. So it left the two of you, in what was probably the most vulnerable state you'd ever be with one another.

Yoongi wasn't phased, the way you were looking up at him had his confidence soaring. You heard your boyfriend whisper something, unable to make the words out.

Whatever it was, it was for your benefit. Right before your eyes Yoongi stripped his shirt off, throwing it towards the floor with a smirk, something that only grew the longer you stared.

"Ready? Or do you need more viewing time?" You heard your boyfriend laugh from his seat.

"Think you should fuck me before I fall asleep laying here." The snarky comment made his eyes narrow, keeping eye contact with you as he ripped the condom open.

You watched as he rolled it across his cock, a deeper red than when you saw it earlier. It twitched in his palm with passing second, the look on his face evident to how close he was.

He pressed it against your folds, running the head along them a few times before pausing at the entrance. You tried to nudge him forward by pushing your hips towards him. He instead placed a hand on your hip, holding you still.

Slowly, almost to slowly, he pushed forward. He wasn't as big as Namjoon, but the stretch still caught your breath the further he pushed.

Once his hips met the backs of your thighs, the hand that was guiding his cock quickly found your clit. Yoongi groaned as you clenched around him at the act.

"Fuck I'm not gonna last long." He whispered, leaning down until his head rested in the crook of your neck.

"Neither am I, just fuck me Yoongi."

That's all it took. Within seconds he pulled himself out of you before slamming his hips back against you. You threw your head back at the sudden pace, his thrusts matching the speed of his thumb on your clit.

You could feel him groan into your neck, teeth sinking in as you started to tighten around him. Your hands landed on his shoulders, nails digging into the skin. Yoongi winced as you drew past his scar, but he didn't stop you.

"Fucking amazing." Yoongi groaned, lifting his head just enough to kiss you.

He continued his thrusts, cock sliding perfectly against your walls as your fourth orgasm grew closer. You were grinding yourself down on him at this point, unable to decide which part of him against you to focus on.

As he started to stutter against your lips, you turned to look at your boyfriend sitting across from you. Namjoons hand was on his cock, the tip leaking across it as he quickly moved it along himself.

He caught your eye, smiling at you in a way that made your chest feel warm. He winked as you moaned before turning your head back to the other man.

Yoongi's hips were beginning to lose rhythm, cock twitching against your walls. His breathing was growing erratic, matching your own.

Yoongi pulled away, sitting up straight like how he was when you started. Both of his hands traveled to your hips, managing a tight grip before using the leverage to pull you against him, cock hitting deeper than before. You borderline screamed, pulling new noises from both men.

One final thrust and he was done for. His hips stuttered as he came. You brought your hand down to your clit, barely needing to touch it before you followed.

"Thank you thank you thank…" He trailed off, falling onto the mattress beside you.

You hardly had any energy to reply, only turning your head to look at him with a smile. Thankfully it allowed you to see the tail end of your boyfriends orgasm, his cum shooting across his hand and landing across the expanse of his torso.

"How do you feel? Both of you really." Namjoon asked as he walked back over to the bed.

"I owe the both of you, I don't know what I owe you but I do." Yoongi replied as you gave a thumbs up.

Namjoon helped you sit up, allowing you to rest against him as your body grew sore. Yoongi sat up as well, pulling the condom off of himself with an annoyed groan before tying and throwing it away.

There was a comfortable silence that grew over the three of you. Nobody moved, everyone catching their breath. Eventually Namjoon spoke again.

"Is there anything you want baby? Anything we didn't do that you were thinking about?" His voice was soft, words echoed by the other man.

"You guys could kiss, that'd be nice." You said, words mostly a joke.

So it caught you off guard when they both looked at each other with a questioning look. No laughter like you expected.

Before you could backtrack the comment, Yoongi leaned closer to the two of you. His head went passed yours, allowing you to just barely see his lips connect to your boyfriends.

Your eyes went wide, not knowing how to react at the scene in front of you. You hardly managed to lean back enough to see both men's faces, their eyes closed as their lips moved slowly against one another.

They stayed that way, the speed of the kiss never changing, their hands resting on you throughout it all. You didn't know how long it lasted, it didn't really matter because the image was burned into your head.

"Was that good?" Namjoon asked again, laughing slightly as you immediately nodded.

Yoongi laughed, leaning his head on your shoulder. His hand trailed across your back absentmindedly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shit, what were you expected to do? 

— 

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

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

Simple. Cute. To the point. 

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

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

A ding hit. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Perfect! So glad you signed baby,” 

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

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

“I’m your baby now, huh?” 

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

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

“We can? Bout’ what?” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Sounds like a plan, see u there <3” 

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

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

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

You giggled before typing back your response. 

“Lmfao yeah, def” 

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

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

— 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You felt out of place, disoriented. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No, you knew they were referring to you. 

— 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not texts, a call. 

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

“Hello?” 

“Hey baby,” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“See you soon love,” 

The line cuts. 

— 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Exactly what Jimin and Jungkook expected of you. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Aw Jimin, don’t scare her too much. She probably didn’t expect this from us,” Jungkook cooed, his lips meeting the shell of your ear, placing a tender kiss beneath it. 

Jimin wasn’t having it. “She expected something. Coming to our place dressed the way she is, like we were bound to fuck her. Doing everything, we say, such an easy slut, aren’t you?” Jimin growled, leaning against you, lips achingly close to yours. 

Your vision was blurry. The alcohol setting in finally making you more sensitive than usual. The flurry of embarrassment, guilt, drunkenness, and horniness was striking you like a drum. The feeling of their hands encapsulating your body added to the stir of emotions. Jungkook was right; you didn’t expect all of this. But you certainly didn’t want to push it away. You craved them, and you would do anything to have them. You needed to make them proud. 

A slap hits your bare thigh causing you to wince. “Didn’t I just say that you answer us when we ask you a question?” Jimin repeated; his brows furrowed and jaw tightening. “i’m sorry, I am. I am a slut for you, I'll do anything you say,” you whimpered out, a tear brimming at your eye. 

Jimin then rubbed the area he’d slapped, shushing your winces. “That wasn’t hard now was it baby?” He asked, placing a soft kiss against the red flesh.  

You knew better than to not answer now. “It wasn’t hard, i’m sorry. I was stupid for not answering,” you responded, head drooping as you watched him pepper kisses against you. Jungkook pecked your cheeks a few times. “You’re not stupid baby. Just need some training, right? Never be trained before hm?” 

No, you hadn’t. Of course you had a little rough sex before, but never spanking. Never having to respond to questions. Never two men at once. Nothing of this caliber. “No sir,” you answered, earning a small hum of approval from him. 

“Good girl, already using manners and we didn’t have to tell you too. Such a sweet baby,” Jungkook praised, his hands reaching towards your tits, squeezing at the buds beneath your bra. You bit back a moan, humming slightly at the feeling. His large tight grip was enough to cause your mind to calm and zone out from your worries. 

Jimin came up from kissing your thigh, grabbing the bottle of whiskey once more and taking another harsh sip, except this time he didn’t swallow. He grabbed your chin, pulling your face close to him and shoving your mouth open with his thumb. He came close, spilling the liquid into your mouth. Thankfully, you were coherent enough to drink it and not choke from the sudden action. This time round, the whiskey wasn’t as harsh and scorching. You smoothly took it down in one gulp. 

“Good girl,” Jimin praised, watching you intently. His eyes softened at your behavior, kissing your lips once you finished. “Good girls take whatever their daddies give them, right baby?” He whispered against your glistening lips, barely giving you enough space to respond. 

“Yes sir, take whatever daddy gives,” you slurred. God you were already in deep, between the drunkenness and their established dominance, you were slipping into a deep space of no return. Going completely under their control just like they wanted. “Take whatever he gives baby? Think you can take this dick? It’s what you wanted all along hm?” Jimin asked, his hand gripping the growing bulge beneath his shorts. It was huge. Your eyes lazily looked down to watch him palm himself, shooting open like a deer in headlights. 

“I’m not sure,” you answered too honestly. It was intimidating. You didn’t know exactly how big Jimin was yet, but it was shocking from what you’ve seen already. All he could do was laugh. Not a cute reassuring laugh. Alaugh indicating insult towards you. 

“Oh, come on, I'm supposed to believe that a slut like you can’t take dick properly?” 

The words should sting. They should be offensive. But oddly all the words did was send a gushing sensation between your legs. You were embarrassingly wet at the encounter. His words were filthy and derogatory, but you were too blinded by sexual tension to acknowledge it. 

Jimin mutters something to Jungkook in their native tongue, and briefly afterwards, Jungkook lifts up from the couch, his hands moving away from your body. He stood up, walking towards the bedroom with an excited grin. 

You pouted at the loss of comfort from him, honestly a bit nervous about being left alone with Jimin. “Don’t worry angel, he’ll be right back,” he softened, eyeing your sullen expression. He leaned his head against the arm of the sofa and laid his back against the cushion, patting his leg signaling you to ease closer. 

You did. You sat on your knees between his legs on the sofa, looking down at the bulge, peaking from his shorts. “You’re gonna suck me, right? Make me feel good princess?” He asked, a lingering gaze stuck on you. 

As you opened your mouth to answer, Jungkook came back with what appeared to be a camcorder. Your mouth gaped, eyes darting between the men and the camera nervously. 

“Don’t worry baby, it’s for our eyes only. Nobody gets to this but us remember?” Jungkook assured as he pressed his eye to the screen, a red light appearing near the lenses to showcase that the camcorder was indeed recording. “You know Jimin doesn’t like being patient love. Give him what he wants now,” 

You nodded. Leaning your head down, lips grazing against the soft material of his shorts. You were still a bit dizzy. Light from the alcohol. But, still grounded. Enough at least. Your mind grew fuzzier as you slipped the waistband of his shorts off along with his boxers. A red-hot tip peeking out, his member springing out against your lips. A long drag of moans escaped Jimin’s lips as he eyed you, waiting for you to take him all in. 

Your hand wrapped around the shaft of his cock and slipped it into your throat slowly. You fisted whatever you couldn’t fit and bobbed your head up and down. The noises were lewd and wet, filling the room. Jungkook hissed behind the camera, making sure to record every moment of this. Zooming in on your lips covered in spit. Jimin’s hand snaked around the back of your throat, holding you close to just shaft barely giving you space to breathe. 

“Baby,” Jimin sighed, eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Can’t you take more than that? Don’t use your hands, just use your mouth,” he grunted, waiting for you to obey. 

Your brows furrowed, barely comprehending exactly what he wanted. You moved your hands and allowed them to rest on his thighs but slowly took in more of his length. The rhythm was slow and aching, driving him up a wall. 

Jungkook shakily held the camera as he began to palm himself at the sight, taking low grunts as he stroked his cock to the pace of the head you were giving. 

Jimin couldn’t take it. It was too slow and safe for his liking, and you were just barely fitting half of his cock. 

“Why don’t you fucking listen?” he growled, pushing your head fully down, causing you to gag harshly on his cock. His hips rutted vigorously into the back of your throat. Tears blurred your vision and rough pants escaped your mouth. “Thought you were a good slut? What’re you good for if you can’t take dick huh? Can’t please us properly? Fuck- you’re so warm,” he cursed, head thrown back in bliss at your struggle. 

Jungkook fisted himself faster, watching your tears run freely as choking noises graced the air. His own release nearing. “Pretty girl you’re almost there, make him cum so we can reward you honey,” Jungkook encouraged, setting the camera on the table. Propping it up so it could get a proper angle of all 3 of you perfectly. 

Your mouth was so full. Your cheeks red hot. All you could do was hum and try your best to breathe properly whilst pleasing Jimin. Your tongue swiped around the shaft as you inched further down the length, his cock completely covered by you as he neared release. 

“Ah- good girl. Gonna cum for you, all in your pretty mouth. Shit-“Jimin warned, pulling you off his cock swiftly, you coughed at the release attempting to catch your breath. “Stick your tongue out,” he instructed as his fist met his cock profusely, stroking it as hard as he could. 

You stuck your tongue out, eyes locking in on him as you waited for the inevitable. Hot sticky spurts of cum splattered on your pink tongue, dripping down your lips and chin as he messily released.  

“Don’t spit it out, swallow all of it. Show the camera,” he sternly instructed. His eyes burning a hole in your face as he watched you do so. You swallowed the salty liquid and opened your mouth to show the camera once you finished doing so.  

Jimin smirked to himself, cupping your face softly. “You did so well baby, you’re gonna help Jungkook feel good now, aren’t you?” 

You nodded eagerly, excited to please Jungkook as well. You enjoyed your moment with Jimin, but you’ve hardly had a proper moment with Jungkook yet. You knew he’d deserve to feel as good as you both did. 

Jungkook slipped his sweats and Calvin's off before sitting on the opposite edge of the couch, head against the arm rest pumping his shaft. “Don’t go too fast baby, i’m already so sensitive just by watching you,” 

You smirked at the confession. He was already close from watching you. It filled your ego, but you didn’t want it to your head. Especially knowing that at any moment, they could bring it down once again. 

You faced opposite now, on your knees, back arched as you leaned down to replace Jungkooks hand and stroke his cock for him. A low groan leaves his mouth as he watches, not rushing for a single moment.  

Your ass is now poked up towards Jimin, who takes the opportunity for himself to pull your drenched panties off your waist and to the floor, amongst your dress and torn tights. He hummed at the sight of your glistening pussy before him, his finger sliding into the warm pink hole. You moaned softly at the feeling, trying your best to focus on what was ahead of you. Pleasing Jungkook. 

Jungkooks eyes were locked onto your pretty face, while Jimin’s finger slipped deep into your core. “Don’t get distracted now darling. Suck Jungkook off like he wants,” Jimin instructs, laying a harsh smack against your soft ass. 

“Mmph!” You shrieked. You bit back your curses and leaned down against Jungkooks cock, finally taking it all in your mouth. No hands. Just like Jimin had instructed you to do to him. Jungkooks hips slowly rose as his groans became louder and louder. His hand tangled in the strands of your hair. Gently. Holding you down as he rutted into your sore throat. 

“Shit!” He cursed as his speed picked up. He didn’t want to be rough with you. Not right now. Not after Jimin brutally fucked your throat, but you made it hard for him. Your kindness. Your sweetness. It was all perfect grounds for him to want to ruin you. “So good to us aren’t you princess? Huh? You’re so good for daddy? Gonna take this dick just like he asked?” Jungkook's profuse use of dirty talk was enough to get you off, let alone mixed in the combo of Jimin’s fingers fucking into you, you were in heaven. 

You hummed ‘mhm’ around Jungkooks cock, doing your best to keep a steady flow as you continued sucking him away. 

Jimin then slid in another finger into your cunt. Watching as slick coated his fingers as you took them in with each pump. His eyes lingered at your taut asshole. He smirked at himself before deciding to lick it. His lips smacked against the pretty hole, tongue rubbing deep around the rim as he sucked the tight skin. 

Loud, pornographic moans escaped your mouth, vibrating against Jungkooks sensitive cock. His eyes squeezing tight at the pleasure he felt a tight clench in his lower abdomen. The feeling of your ass being sucked was indescribable. Jimin’s pouty lips and skilled tongue against such a sensitive spot was hitting you in the right places. It slowed down your pace with Jungkook, but you couldn’t help it. The feeling is overwhelming. 

“Cumming, take it. Fuck take it all- take my cum baby,” Jungkook moaned loudly, pushing your head flush against his bare cock as spurts of his climax trickled down your throat. 

Moans of relief filled the air from you and Jungkook, his eyes trailing to the camera with a smirk as you slipped away from his length. Loud breathy moans flowed from you as Jimin kept at it, two fingers ramming into your cunt while his tongue devoured your asshole. 

Jungkook watched hazily at the sight, seeing you fall apart in his lap. Your head still dangerous close to his semi-hard cock, watching you slip into the blissful state. “Look at you sweet girl, can’t even talk it feels so good?” Jungkook questioned as he strummed your flushed cheek. You nodded, your eyes tight and lip caught between your teeth as you hold back your screams. 

Jimin’s pace rapidly increased. His mouth making out with your hole as your cunt clenched around his fingers, chasing your high.  

“You should ask Jimin if you can cum darling, i’m sure he wouldn’t want you cumming without permission,” Jungkook suggested. His eyes glued to your fucked out face. He was enamored with your expression. The sounds you were making before them were music. An enticing melody that they wanted to replay over and over again.  

“Please, may I cum please!” you plead to the man behind you, loud whimpers following. “Please Jimin, need you,”  

Jimin smirked against your skin, gripping your ass as steadied your shaking body. “You may, sweet girl,” he allowed tongue diving back to its rightful spot. 

You shrieked as your high came, a loud moan and curse came about as your thighs shakes for the men. Jungkook watched you come undone with loving eyes, his smile never fading as you shook uncontrollably from the pleasure. They watched as your heat dripped with release, Jimin scooping up your cum and toying with it. 

He brought his fingers to his mouth, slurping away at your secretion, humming at the taste. “So sweet, just like we expected,” he smirked, pulling away from you, allowing you to collapse against Jungkooks bare body. 

He caught you, pulling you flush against his skin, taking you in a warm embrace. “How’re you feeling honey?” Jungkook asked softly, strumming the pieces of hair on your face. 

“Fine,” you breathed. You panted softly against his broad chest. Your eyes drawn to the camera on the table, still recording. 

“Oh baby, you’re not giving up so soon, are you?” Jimin pouted, coming to the side of the couch standing in front of you and Jungkook. “We still have to fuck you baby, remember what we said right?” 

You remembered. Memory crystal. “I-I take whatever daddy gives me…” you responded softly, earning a hum of approval from Jimin. “See. I knew you could be smart,” he teased, his hand ruffling your hair. 

He sat on the edge of the couch once again. Legs spread as he stroked his rising cock. His eyes hazily gazing at the sight of you and Jungkook. “Fuck her from her behind. Need to see that pretty fucked-out face of hers,” Jimin instructed to the younger male, his opposite hand reaching for the bottle of whiskey once more. Taking a swig before his show began. 

Jungkook chuckled, tapping your ass softly. “All fours baby, you’re gonna be good, right? Take it like we said?” He asked as he began to sit up himself. “Don’t wanna disappoint us now. Not when you’ve been so good honey,” 

Be a good girl. That’s all you wanted to do. Please them. Listen to them. Make them proud. 

You nodded and turned around, facing Jimin and placing your weak body on all fours. You shyly met his gaze, your eyes darting between his face, the ground, and his dick. 

“Eyes up here slut. Need you to watch me jerk off to you. You know you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Wanna see how much you turn daddy on?” he said as his grip tightening hard on his shaft.  

“Yes, need to see,” you barely made out before you felt Jungkook slowly insert himself deep. Very deep. His whole length inside of you in one swift motion. You both moaned in unison at the stretch. “Fuck, you fit like a glove. Like you’re made for this dick sweetheart,” he cursed, throwing his head back before he started his hasty sharp thrusts. 

You clenched at the sensation, mind completely taken over with the pleasure immersing through you. Your jaw slacked, uncontrollably moaning from the feeling. He was hitting you just the right spot. Deep, and rough. His hands clasped on your hips, his hips moved in a beautiful rhythm against your ass. His eyes never leave the sight in front of him. 

Jimin bit his lip grunting at the squeeze he had on his shaft. Watching you fall apart for Jungkook stirred something in him. You were hot, undeniably. He loved to see you fall apart and submit to his orders, even if it was embarrassing for you, you didn’t argue. He adored it. You would go out of your way to submit to him.  

Jungkook was in heaven. From the moment he’d seen you in the restaurant, he desired you. Your angelic behavior towards them alongside your respectful demeanor turned him on more than any model, porn star, or anyone else could. Your natural genuine desire for them was admirable. You deserved tonight. They deserved to ruin you. In a way, he was proud to be the one to do so. 

Jimin’s gaze never faltered on you. Your eyes were glued to one another, as if you were afraid to break contact. You moaned both of the men’s names constantly. Jungkook’s thrusts didn’t slow down; his grip didn’t soften. He kept your body flush against his as his rock-hard cock drilled your puffy hole. “Feel so good, so glad you’re fucking me daddy,” you confessed with a cry. 

Jungkooks deep chuckle could be heard. He leaned against your back, gripping your neck from behind and forcing you against his body. His thrusts deepen at the new angle as you attempted to keep contact with Jimin. “Yeah, so glad i’m in control? This is what you always wanted, huh? Your biases to fuck you like you belong to them?” He whispered against the shell of your ear. His thrusts are still deep but losing the steady pace. Deep and messy, his release neared. 

Jimin moaned at the sight. The beautiful, yet filthy sight. You were a mess. Sweat dripping, eyes hazy, drool pooling at your mouth. He knew the only thing on your mind was them. Being used by them. Fuck, did it turn him on. 

“Yes please, I wanna cum now please. I love this, love you inside of me. I love you both, please,” you profusely begged like a baby. Your mind blanks as the words fell out without a second thought. Jimin nodded his head to Jungkook, allowing for you the release you craved. 

Jungkook kissed your ear, the smacking noise and wet tongue setting you over the edge as your climax shocked through your body. “We love you too sweet girl, go ahead and cum for us,” Jungkook encouraged, watching you convulse against him, holding your waist with his tatted arm. You screamed. Your second release of the night gushing out.  

Jungkooks grunts were gruff and hoarse as his climax reached as well, his thrust faltering as he stayed inside you, cumming hard into your poor cunt. Curses rang in the air between both of you, before Jimin catches your limp body as you collapsed against him. 

Jungkook pulled out slowly, watching both of your secretions pool between your thighs. He sat down against the arm rest, chest panting and cheeks red as a tomato. 

Jimin held you close, shushing you as small sniffles erupted from you. 

The sex was good. Too good. Your tears were joyous and they knew that, but it didn’t stop them from comforting you afterwards and asking if you were okay, which you assured them you were. 

After your tears silenced, Jimin pecked your forehead and strummed your back. His cock still rock solid beneath you. “Do you think you can go one more round for me love?” He asked, his eyes sparkling with hope awaiting your answer. 

You smiled genuinely at the request. “Of course,” you assured, receiving one more kiss from him. Jungkook was calm from his high. His eyes watched as you two maneuvered along the couch. You lying on your back as Jimin prepared to fuck you missionary. 

Jungkook stood up, grabbing his camcorder and aiming at the perfect angle where it captured your body beneath Jimin’s. Legs open as one of his arms held your hips while the other clutched your wrists above your head. 

Jimin inserted himself into you. Slowly. Moaning as he slid inch by inch into your soft walls. You whimpered as you were still completely soaked and sensitive from the orgasms from earlier in the night. It felt like your pussy had a heartbeat of its own, throbbing consistently throughout the night.  

Once Jimin bottomed out, his thrusts were shallow and slow, he wanted to take his time fucking you and you could tell. Jungkook blushed behind the camera. A flustered horny mess as he watched his best friend fuck you sensually. “Hyung, you can give her more than that. She can take it,” he whined selfishly, wanting more for his own pleasure. 

Jimin smirked, looking down at your disheveled face. “Is that right sweetheart? You want more? Not enough for you?” He repeated, waiting for your answer before he decided for you. 

You processed what Jungkook was saying. And to be honest, he wasn’t wrong. You could take more; you’d take anything they wanted you to. You wanted more, especially if it meant getting them off. “Fuck me harder, I can take it,” you assured nodding your head vigorously, wrapping your ankles around Jimin’s small, chiseled waist. 

He bit his lip and wasted no time before quickening his pace, rapidly fucking you. Skin slapping quickly became the most prominent sound in the room again. Jungkook zoomed in on your cunt, recording you swallow Jimin’s cock whole while his thrusts were long and shallow. “This sweet pussy is all ours huh? Never gonna forget how good we fucked you baby?” Jimin spoke, his hand that held your waist, not lifting your thigh over his shoulder as he reached deeper into your G-spot. 

You gasped for air as the new angle penetrated deeper. “Never! It’s all yours, belong to both of you daddy,” 

Jimin’s cock twitched inside you at your words, his climax climbing quicker than he wanted it to. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight. Feel so fucking good, sweet baby,” he praised, mewling at the sensation. Jungkooks cock was gripped in his hand; he squeezed indecently preventing his own cum to leak out. “Shit, you’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow aren’t you y/n?” Jungkook asked as he took another step closer to your face, his cock hovering over it. 

The sight of his cocked filled your eyes and shook your head in response. “No sir, you guys fucked me too good,” 

“That’s right angel, fucked you so good that all your pretty brain can think about is us,” Jungkook responded as he stroked himself faster to the sight of you. 

Jimin’s grunts were deep, and his words faltered at the tongue as his end was near. He slowed down moments afterwards, leaning against the crook of your neck as he took in your scent. Deep kisses fell amongst your neck. “Bout to cum baby, take it all for me,” he confessed, thrusting a few more times before you felt your hole fill with the warm liquid. 

“Jimin! Fuck!” you screamed as your own high too combusted around his cock, spilling between your thighs and smacking against his.  

“Shit, shit, shit,” Jungkook cursed as thick white ropes shot from his slit onto your sweaty face, painting you in his own release. 

All three of you were breathless fucked-out messes. Jimin collapsing against your sweaty chest as you wrapped your arms around him, allowing him to lie against you as he caught his breath. 

Jungkook shut off the camcorder, placing it on the coffee table running a finger through his hair. “Are you two, okay?” He asked, looking below, watching you two nod your heads and pant. “Princess, was that too much?” Jimin wondered, his head lifting up to look at you. Scanning your face for any sign of discomfort or uncertainty. 

You shook your head. “Was so perfect, I loved it so much,” you answered honestly, giving them a golden smile as your eyes closed. Relaxing in the warm embrace of Jimin. 

Your heartbeat slowed and you drifted off into a peaceful sleep afterwards. 

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The next morning, you’re in a white linen bed, sandwiched between Jimin and Jungkook. 

Your eyes scanned the room; it looks like you finally made it to the bedroom after all. You looked to your left; the men were kind enough to have plugged your phone up for the night and folded your dress on the counter. 

And to your right, a sleeping Jungkook. Mouth half open as he snored peacefully in his rest. 

You shuffled a bit in the bed, trying to get an aim at what time it was before you felt movement next to you. Jimin. 

His messy bed hair and tired gaze met you, a warm smile and hand pulling you close to his chest. “Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered quietly with his husky morning voice. 

“Good morning,” you replied quietly, leaning against his bare chest. 

Your eyes found the clock, reading that it was 6am. Surprised that you were naturally awake at this time, you sighed once you realized that you would have to leave soon. 

Jimin held you tighter. “Planning on going so soon?” He whispered against your hair, strumming your shoulder gently. 

“Have to. You have a show to prepare for all day,” you answered honestly. A small frown tugging at the side of your lips. 

“You’re gonna be there for tonight’s show, right?” he recalled quietly, his voice was still groggy but his tone warm and sincere. 

You nodded. You did have tickets for tonight, and you were more than excited and blessed to have the opportunity to attend. 

“Then we’ll see you again tonight, babygirl,”

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Your arms wrap tighter around yourself as another heavy gust of wind breezes by. Effortlessly, it sweeps a discarded plastic fast food wrapper further down the street, away from where you’re standing. Your fingers brush against the numberless goosebumps blossoming on your bare arms. The ends of your hair tickle your skin as it moves with the invisible force, grazing your shoulders and back. 

  Your chin trembles. Though not as vigorously as before, as now it’s only because of the chilled air and not anymore from your tears. Tears that dried with the wind on your cheeks, leaving behind messy streaks of mixed makeup that you spent over an hour perfecting. You can’t wait to wash your face clean.

Numerous cars speed past, music blaring through the open windows, their horns beeping. Across the street, a group of intoxicated girls around your age surrounds a stray cat, cooing and giggling as they snap countless photos, stumbling over themselves but never falling. Nearby on a short brick wall, a couple sits cuddled together, enjoying each other’s company over a shared ice cream cone. The street is littered with people all around, yet you don’t hear anything, just static filling your ears 

The restless thoughts crowding your mind drown out the sounds of the bustling street around you. 

How could such a perfect night have gone so terribly wrong?

How could he do this to you? 

How dare he do this to you, again?

Before your mind could spiral any further into a pit of distress, your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of an approaching car. The hum of the tires sounded so close you couldn't ignore it. When you lift your head to see, the relief of familiarity washes over you. 

An all-black BMW, your best friend’s car, luxurious and sleek, parks in front of you, the passenger-side door only an arm's length away. You sniffle as you release yourself to readjust the strap of your bag over your shoulder. The moment the car is in park, Jimin jumps out, leaving the door open behind him and you exhale a breath you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding in. 

You don’t know what you were so worried about, maybe because it was well into the late hours of the night and so abrupt. But Jimin always came when you called. He was always there when you needed him, no matter what.

Jimin’s eyebrows were pinched in concern, a frown present on his puffy lips. His strides were swift as he paced over to you, dense blonde hair bouncing in the wind.

 You hated seeing him so upset. More than that, you hated being the cause, which you seemed to have been a lot lately. He didn’t say anything as he approached. Instead, he grabbed the black leather jacket draped over his arm to wrap around your bare shoulders. His scent engulfed you, warm vanilla with a hint of bourbon; it settled your restless nerves. You welcomed the warmth, clutching the shoulders to secure its place over you.

With a gentle guiding hand on your lower back, he leads you over to his car, opening the passenger door for you. Still with no words exchanged between you two, you slide onto the plush, leather seat. The swift movement makes your dress ride up, and you miss the way Jimin’s eyes lock in on the exposed skin of your thighs. As quickly as it comes, he erases the thoughts with a slight shake of his head. 

 As he reaches over you to fasten your seatbelt, you toe off your high heels, strappy black stilettos, pushing them aside to make space on the floor for your aching feet. When the seatbelt clicks, signaling that you’re safely secured, you thank him barely above a whisper, him giving you a closed-lip smile in return. Once Jimin was settled in the driver’s seat, seatbelt buckled, and hands positioned at nine and three o’clock, he turns to you. 

“My place?” He asks, though he already knows the answer. You nod your agreement. 

Typically on nights like these, your best friend coming to your rescue; the car ride to his house was anything but serene. There was so much to say—too much to say. Jimin wanted to know everything, firing off questions so quick your mind could hardly formulate proper answers. And you were just as eager to spill, sparing him no specifics as you filled him in on all the infidelity details your sorry boyfriend never failed to supply. 

Not this time, though. 

The silence in the car was deafening, thick and heavy. Jimin apparently has nothing to say, and well after the night you just had, neither did you. The only noise in the car was the quiet hum of the vents, steadily blowing warm air. Shortly into the drive, you took the liberty to turn the heat on. 

 None of that bothers you, though. What bothers you is that your best friend seems…mildly irritated. He didn’t even need to say anything for you to figure it out; it was practically oozing from him.

His eyes are narrowed, zeroed in on the road, not in a focused way, more like in an "I can’t even look at you right now” way. His posture is stiff, too perfect, as his back presses firmly against his seat. His lips are pressed into a firm line, neither a frown nor a smile.

You can’t understand it. What’s there for him to be irritated about? You were the one who just caught your boyfriend cheating again. Was he upset that you called him to come pick you up? If that’s the case, he should’ve left you right there. You are more than capable of getting yourself a ride. You’re well versed in getting Ubers, and you’ve ridden the bus from time to time. Enough to know how to get home.

Fed up with the seeming silent treatment, you finally speak. “You’re not going to ask me what happened?” 

Did you mean for it to come out as bitter as it did? Maybe, maybe not. But you’re already on edge, and his lack of interest was getting on your last nerve.

There was a pregnant pause as Jimin came to a stoplight, fist tightening on the steering wheel. With a clenched jaw, his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek. A telltale sign that something was bothering him. You’re almost unsure if it’s the traffic light that tints his face red or his sheer frustration.

“Do I really need to?” The bite in his words matches yours. He turns to face you full on, the most attention he’s given you the entire ride. With his tone firm and low, he snaps, “How is this time any different from the last? Or even the one before that?”

 Rather than giving him an answer, you swallow the lump in your throat, turning your body away from him to gaze out of the window. The last thing you need is to be reprimanded by your best friend. Especially considering it’s nothing you have not heard before. He should be comforting you, threatening to drive over to Theo’s right now and kick his sorry ass. Of course you would never allow that to happen. You would never want anything bad to happen to your best friend or your shitty boyfriend, but still the sentiment was nice.

You hear Jimin sigh, but he doesn’t say anything else, instead continuing the drive when the light turns green. 

Before long, you make it to Jimin’s neighborhood. With practiced ease, he navigates the familiar streets. Right at the first turn at the stop sign and continuing straight until he reaches the second-to-last house on the left.

Jimin pulls into his driveway, putting his car in park before shutting it off. For a moment neither of you says anything. Jimin exhales and lets his head fall onto the headrest. You can feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of your face, but you don’t dare to give him the eye contact he’s seeking. Your petty mind determines that he needs to feel how upset you are with him. 

When he calls your name, you roll your eyes, folding your arms over your chest. 

“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings earl—"

“You didn’t hurt my feelings,” you lie right through your teeth, barely able to keep the tears collecting on your waterline at bay. Internally you thank the heavens above your voice didn’t tremble, a dead giveaway to your emotional despair.

For a moment your best friend does nothing. Then with not a word more to say, he pulls the key from the ignition and opens his car door. 

Shielded away from his eyes, you quickly wipe away the tears sliding down the corners of yours. Feeling pulled together enough, you take a moment to gather your purse and heels from the floor. Though, you don't bother to put your shoes back on. The distance from Jimin’s driveway to his front door is short anyway. 

Naturally, Jimin comes to open the car door for you. You shiver, greeted again by the cold air. As you exit the vehicle, you make no effort to thank him, swinging the strap of your purse back over your shoulder. From behind, you hear a sassy grumble of "You're welcome," that you choose to ignore. 

The walk from Jimin’s car to his front door feels like an eternity. From the wind blowing your hair into a tangled mess, the pebbles and rough gravel digging into the soles of your feet to the suffocating tension between you and your best friend, which you still couldn’t really understand. All you wanted to do was take a hot shower and turn your brain off for the rest of the night under a massive pile of blankets.

Jimin pulls out his key to unlock the door, and now it’s your turn to ignore the way his sharp jaw ticks. When the front door opens, the heat from inside surrounds you,  comforting you like a warm hug. You learned early on that your best friend loved to be just as toasty as you, always keeping a spare jacket or blanket around if or whenever it got too chilly. Another reason you’ve been friends for so long. You make a mental note to thank him later for turning the heat on when you're not as irritated with him. 

Your heels drop to the hardwood with a dull smack, joining a few pairs of Jimin’s piled on the floor. Your purse follows behind, on the ottoman next to the door, covered with other jackets, scarves, and things alike. Your best friend comes up beside you, discarding his own jacket and shoes.

You take notice of the comfy scene in front of you. On the couch, Jimin’s favorite blanket lies in a messy heap, like someone tossed it away in a hurry. Before the couch, a half-eaten bowl of popcorn sits in the middle of the glass coffee table, an opened can of soda beside it. In the background, the murmured chaos of an abandoned action movie, gunshots, explosions, some screaming, and then more gunshots emits from the television speakers.

The guilt that washes over you overtakes any of the irritation you felt earlier with Jimin. Once again, your tumultuous relationship has not only caused problems for you but also for the people around you.

 Of course he was upset. He had a right to be. If the roles were reversed, you’d probably be a little upset too. Lord knows how much you valued your couch potato time.

“I’m going to go wash up,” you mutter, your tone not nearly as snappy as it was before, and you don’t wait for his response as you make your way down the hall towards his bedroom. 

You close the door behind you with a heavy sigh, twisting the lever on the knob into its locked position. Guarded away from the outside, you take a moment to finally breath. Since all this shit’s transpired, you feel like you’ve been fighting for breath.

You squeeze your eyes shut and lean back. Your head thuds when it makes contact with the door behind you. In through your nose and out through your mouth. You repeat the mantra in your brain over and over. When you feel like you’ve finally caught your breath, your brain switches to autopilot. You’ve performed this exact routine far too many times. 

You reach behind yourself to tug down the zipper of your attire, a black mini dress you bought at a cute little boutique for this very date night. The piece drops, pooling at your feet. Usually you’d ask Jimin to help with the zipper, but you’re not quite ready to face him yet, and you’re sure he does not want to talk to you. Next to go are your bra and panties. The matching lace set joins your dress in the laundry hamper, which Jimin will wash for you after you’ve fallen asleep for the night like he always does.

Inside the closet in his bathroom, you grab a spare towel and washcloth stacked neatly on a shelf. You set it aside on the sink to turn on the shower, twisting the temperature dial to the hottest setting. You love showering at Jimin's; the water at home was never scalding enough for you, and the water pressure was never enough to soothe your aching muscles. Plus, his bathroom was stacked to the brim with the best of the best skincare products. You wouldn’t dare catch sight of the cheap drugstore stuff you tend to reach for in here.

As the water warms up, the bathroom fills with misty steam. From the cabinet drawer, you grab a packet of nearly empty makeup remover wipes. You don’t need to look in the mirror to know that you look a mess. Although you couldn’t even if you wanted to, the glass is all fogged up. 

Gently, you drag the wipe all over your face, making sure to reach every nook and cranny until your skin feels, for the most part, clean. You toss the wipe, soiled with pinks, brown, black, and a bit of shimmer, into the wastebin underneath the sink.

Now you’re ready to shower.

You eagerly welcome the hot water as it cascades over you, soaking every inch of your tired body. You take a moment to enjoy the feel of the water droplets raining over your skin. However, before long the steam from the shower begins to feel suffocating, and before you know it, your eyes are brimming with tears. 

With every water droplet that pelts your skin, the weight of tonight feels heavier and heavier until—

It finally breaks you.

You curl into yourself as your body is wracked by uncontrollable sobs. Instinctively, your hands come up to cover your face, slapping over your mouth, even though you’re alone in the bathroom. It feels like you’re choking on your own breath. Throat and chest burning with how hard you try to keep your sobs in.

 You need to get out of this bathroom quick.

Vision blurred from tears, you reach for your washcloth and then Jimin's body wash. You then drench the square cloth with a generous amount of soap, the scent of lavender filling the small space. You’re practically panting now. Every gasping breath triggers a new wave of tears. You press your lips together firmly until it hurts. You're known to be a loud crier, and you don’t want to alarm Jimin. 

Through it all, you scrub yourself clean, rinse, and do it again. But the icky feeling never goes away. In fact, it settles deep in the pit of your stomach and makes its home there. Weightless, you drop to the tile floor below, one hand clutching your stomach and the other over your chest right where your heart is, and you let yourself cry.

You cry until your throat is sore and until your eyes are bloodshot red. Until your wails have subsided into pathetic shuddering breaths that make your chest jerk. You cry until you can’t physically cry anymore. Until all that’s left is a soggy, heartbroken human on the wet shower floor.

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Like a zombie, you emerge from Jimin’s bedroom slowly and in desperate need of some fuel. The living room is quiet and dark when you step in. Your best friend sits with his back pressed against the couch’s arm, scrolling aimlessly on his phone. Awaiting on the television screen is the play menu for Shark Tale, your comfort movie. Two mugs of warm tea replace the popcorn and soda on the coffee table. Instantly you recognize the one on the right as yours. Jimin found it at a thrift shop years ago early into your friendship. He bought it because he said the bunny on the front reminded him of you. Eyes twinkling and cheeks round, as it sat in a patch of unruly wildflowers. You rolled your eyes playfully when he showed it to you, insisting that he keep it at his house, since you were there more than you were home anyway. 

The dragging of your footsteps alerts your best friend. He looks up from his phone, gaze sleepy as his eyes settle on you. You did your best to hide the evidence of your breakdown with what limited supplies you had. Though there was nothing you could do for your bloodshot eyes and splotchy skin. If Jimin notices your disheveled appearance, he doesn’t say anything.

Jimin sets his phone on the coffee table, patting the open spot on the couch next to him with a small smile. You join him without a second thought.

The sofa moans with your movement as you settle onto the plush cushion, grabbing the throw blanket to cover your chilly legs. Jimin’s basketball shorts didn’t offer you much coverage. You would think that after spending so many nights here, there would be something of yours to sleep in. 

Nonetheless, all you were privy to were a pair of too-short gym shorts and a shabby university t-shirt. You did find, however, in Jimin’s underwear drawer, a pair of your panties neatly folded and tucked in a corner. You were thankful for that. 

When you seem comfortable enough, Jimin uses the remote to press play. The small living room area was then filled with the sound of Shark Tale’s opening scene.

The two of you watch the movie as it plays, sipping your respective mugs of tea. It’s not nearly as tense as it was earlier, but it was still a little awkward. 

The warm beverage alleviates some of the soreness in your throat. When you're sated and cozy enough, you set the cup back in its previous place. Beside you, Jimin clears his throat. From the corner of your eye, you can see him glance at you, the TV screen, and then back at you again. You pretend to not notice him, trying your hardest to focus on the scene of Oscar being manhandled by the twin jellyfish brothers, Ernie and Bernie. 

 Another minute passes before Jimin finally decides to break the silence. His voice is steady and cautious when he turns to you and asks, “So… what did happen tonight? With Theo?”

Eyes still trained on the screen, you fiddle with the seam of the t-shirt you’re wearing, Jimin’s t-shirt. You pinch the thin fabric, flicking it back and forth between your fingers. Soon Jimin is going to have to throw this old thing out. Not only was it sporting several sizable holes, but there were loose threads everywhere.

You shrug when you say, “I thought you didn’t want to know.” 

Jimin’s exhale is loud, but his tone is still calm. “That’s not what I said, and you know it. I asked what made this time different. I feel like that’s a fair question.” You’ll give it to him; your best friend is and always has been blunt. 

With no rebuttal, you grab your mug from the table, yet you don’t take another sip from it. Instead, you rotate the ceramic in your hands, watching the liquid slosh all around. 

“He cheated on me again.” The way you say it so plainly is almost startling. 

Sadly, Jimin’s demeanor doesn’t change. That part he’s used to. He leans forward, as if to ask for further details without actually uttering a single word.

“He didn't confess it to me this time; I found out.” 

Theo was nothing if not an excellent victim player. Since the beginning of your relationship, he could never keep any of his rendezvous to himself. Before you could even begin to suspect anything, he’d be spilling his guts to you, sparing the explicit details. He’d cry like a baby, falling to his knees begging for your forgiveness, and by the end of it all, somehow you were the one with the heavy heart, apologizing for your shortcomings. 

Eyes downcast, you swallow down the lump forming in your throat. If you weren’t so focused on the dark-colored liquid in your mug, you would see the way Jimin freezes, his face morphing into pure disgust. 

“Well,” you correct yourself, your voice going a little shaky, “I snatched his phone before he could delete anything. But yeah, I found the messages. All of them.” 

Against you will, your mind travels back to earlier in the night. 

Your boyfriend had invited you out to dinner, a way to make it up to you for standing you up a few nights ago. There was this new restaurant in town that you’d been begging him to go to. But each time you’d ask, he would always decline, claiming that it was too expensive even though you were usually the one who paid for your meals. That’s why when he told you your dinner would be at this restaurant, you were overjoyed. 

In the beginning, the dinner went wonderfully. The ambiance was romantic, live music playing in the background and a lit candle separating you two on the table. You hadn’t argued at all leading up to the dinner. Not when you took a little longer to get ready, not when you put the restaurant’s address into the GPS wrong (507, not 501), and not even when you couldn’t decide what you wanted to eat. 

Everything was perfect, until it wasn’t. 

You see, your boyfriend was not the sharpest tool in the shed. Like an idiot, he left his phone faced down on the table, and throughout the night it rang and rang with incoming calls, messages, and you’re pretty sure emails. This wasn’t uncommon. Your boyfriend works a taxing job. His phone was always going off as he needed to be available whenever. In fact, you wouldn’t have suspected a thing if it weren’t for the guilty looks he’d send your way every time the device sounded with a new message. 

You grew fed up with his suspicious actions and snatched the phone from the table. He tries to reach for it but backs off when he gathers the attention of a couple of onlookers. 

The contact name on the phone screen is visible, Jerry’s Pizza, but the message was hidden behind a passcode. 

You tongue the inside of your bottom lip, fury clouding your mind. “Why the fuck is Jerry’s Pizza texting you at,” you look towards the clock at the top of the screen. “Nine p.m.?”

He huffs like he has the nerve to be upset. “It's probably just some promo stuff.” 

This man must think you’re stupid. “What’s the passcode, Theo?”

Your boyfriend drops his fork, and the metal utensil clashes onto the porcelain. He leans back in his chair with a smug look on his face. “Are we seriously doing this right?” 

You swallow, teeth clenched when you hiss, “Unlock it.”

“God _____, seriously. We’re having a good night; don’t let your insecurities ruin it.”

“Unlock the fucking phone now, or we’re done!”

When he finally does give you the passcode, you’re disappointed but not surprised. You scuff and shake your head as you read the many messages from one of the many girls he’s been hooking up with. "Unfuckingbelievable."

Fresh tears sting your eyes. “God, Jimin. They were so fucking filthy. I…I didn’t even know," you stop yourself, shaking your head. “I’ve never heard him say things like that before.”

The look on Jimin’s face portrays exactly what he feels for you. He scoots closer to grab the mug from your shaky hands, setting it on the coffee table. Hands now free, he interlocks his fingers with yours as you continue.

That familiar wave of emotion bubbles up inside, just as furious as before. You can barely speak now, choking on your own words when you say, “Th-they were t-talking about me in them—" you end in a hitched breath. 

Jimin pulls you into him as you succumb again to your tears. He engulfs you with his embrace, shushing your cries and petting your hair. “Shh, shh. It’s okay, it’s okay. You don’t have to say anymore.” Your best friend rocks you both back and forth, calming you with words of comfort.

He holds you as you cry, soaking the front of his shirt with your pain. He doesn’t say anything, letting you release it all. You calm down after a while and separate from him. 

Jimin leans towards you and cups your cheeks in his hands, wiping away your tears with his thumbs. In turn, you grab his wrists, seeking his comfort and closeness. “God _____," he shakes his head, face full of nothing but sorrow. “Honey, I’m so sorry.” 

It’s your turn to shake your head now. “Not, not your fault,” you hiccup as you try to catch your breath. 

Jimin calls your name once, and then again. When you finally open your eyes, his are pleading with yours. Briefly, your heart stutters. 

His palms cup your cheeks. “Listen to me. Theo is a fucking idiot. He does not deserve you. He never did.” When new tears fall, he wipes those away too. 

Jimin releases a devastating sigh, shaking his head. “I hate that this happened to you.” He swallows thick, and there’s a hopeful gleam in his eyes. “I’m just relieved you’re finally leaving him.”

His words knock you back into reality. You blink, eyes flickering away from his to stare down at the couch instead. Instinctively, your bottom lip makes its home between your teeth. 

Jimin frowns, immediately taking note of the hesitation swimming in your features.

 “_____?” he calls, in the exact tone your mother uses when she suspects you’re hiding something from her (she’s usually right). He leans forward, attempting to regain your eye contact, and you dodge his brown orbs. “You are leaving him after this, right?” 

You don't say anything. You don’t have the courage to lie right to his face, or even tell him the truth, for that matter. 

Jimin’s exhale is long and tired. He then closes his eyes and slowly nods twice. Bitter understanding. 

The light-haired man leans away from you, removing his hands from your face. Instinctively, you reach out for him, hands hovering in midair, but he makes no effort to appease you.

Jimin drags a hand down his face, and it makes his eyebrow hairs go askew. “Please tell me that this is some sick joke, that you’re not actually thinking about taking him back after this.” 

You press your lips into a firm line. The agitation inside of you is and has been steadily building. It bubbles up and overflows when you say, “Everybody fucks up, Jimin. Some people are just better at hiding it.” 

Jimin scuffs as he shakes his head, standing up from the sofa. Running both hands through his hair, he chuckles in disbelief. The hollow, humorless rumble sends a shiver down your spine.

 "Unfuckingbelievable,” he unknowingly echoes the same word you said earlier in the night. “I can’t believe you’re making excuses for him. Still!” 

You shoot up too, quick and agitated, planting your hands on your hips. “All relationships have their problems, Jimin! That’s just the way it is. When I go home, we’ll talk, and I’ll fi—we'll fix it. We always do.” There’s uncertainty in the way you say it. Like you’re trying to convince yourself as well as him.

The sour look he’s giving you right now makes you want to flick his forehead, dead right in the center where that stupid vein is protruding. 

“God, I didn’t come here for a damn lecture. I would’ve gone to my parents’ for all that.” Jimin shrugs at you like he doesn’t care, and you know he doesn’t. It pisses you off even more.

Anyone who knows Jimin knows that your best friend is a caring man. A kind, gentle soul, as your mother liked to call him. He wouldn’t hesitate to give the shirt off his back to his greatest enemy (which he does not have) if they were in need. That’s just the type of person your best friend was. The love that Jimin had for you was undeniable. You know he’d do anything for you because he’s proven it to you time and time again. But you learned quickly in your friendship that Jimin tolerates bullshit from no one. He has had no problem with putting anyone in their place, including you. Particularly when it came to your unstable relationship. 

 Your glare is harsh, words provoking when you spit, "Especially not one coming from you.” 

Jimin’s eyebrows shoot so far up, they're nearly hidden by his grown-out bangs. He smirks like he’s ready for a challenge. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

This time, you shrug. “You’re in no position to be passing judgments on my relationship, considering your track record.” The words tasted just as bitter leaving your mouth as they did hearing them said aloud. 

Jimin’s expression turns stone cold, but his smirk doesn’t waver. “My track record.”

You don’t spare him an opportunity to clapback. If you were judging correctly, you had the upper hand in this argument, and you needed to keep your momentum. 

“Don’t even pretend to be shocked, Mr. ‘I can’t keep a girl longer than a week before I’m bored and ready to hop on the next available piece of ass.

Jimin doesn’t say anything for a moment, and you can see his Adam's apple bobble when he swallows. “It’s like that, huh?”

“Oh, it’s exactly like that. You’re no better than he is."

You should’ve known you were in trouble when his smirk grew wider. “You see, that’s where you’re wrong, _____,” he taunts, wagging his pointer finger at you. It triggers your eye twitch. 

“I've treated every single booty call better than that man has ever treated you since you started dating.” He points an accusatory finger at you. “Unlike your shitty boyfriend, I know how to properly conduct myself.” 

Your jaw is clenched tight, and your eyes are narrowed into furious slits. “Bullshit.” He takes a step closer to you, and your stance is unwavering. “Yeah?”

"Yeah, Jimin, that’s bullshit, and you know it. I’ve seen how you treat those girls. Love them one day, fuck them the next, and then you're done, ready for a new one. It takes a dog to know one, Jimin,” you retort, arms folded over your chest with an eyebrow arched. 

“Don’t even pull that shit with me, _____. I make sure whoever I’m dealing with knows exactly what they’re getting into. They knew that being in a relationship was not my end goal. I just wanted to fuck around, and they were fine with that.” 

You scuff. “And they were fine with you just dropping them for the next, like it’s nothing!?”

Jimin laughs high and loud, though there’s no humor behind the sound. His eyes are blown wide, both hands in his hair. He looks exactly how you feel, crazy.

“God _____! What don’t you understand? I’m fucking single; I can do that! Your boyfriend is not! But for some reason he acts like he is!” Jimin’s words are booming, bouncing off the living room walls between you. Pretty soon you think the neighbors will come knocking with the police, and you hope that doesn’t happen because the elderly couple next door is very sweet.

The shock on your face had to be laughable. Throughout your entire friendship, Jimin has never raised his voice at you, not once. 

How dare he yell at you like that? You aren’t a child!

 Your mouth flies open, ready to shoot back with something, anything just from the sheer volume of his voice. But just as quickly as your lips fall open, they shut. Jimin’s words settle over you like ice, cooling down your temperament as your brain processes what he’s saying.  

There’s practically smoke coming from Jimin’s ears as he continues. “I’ve never kept anyone on edge all day waiting for a simple text to let them know I’m okay. Nor have I played on their insecurities to better justify my own. I’ve never fucked someone else while I was dealing with another woman, even if we weren't in a committed relationship because I’m a decent human being.” 

Your heart hammers in your chest as you shift your gaze away from his to your sock-clad feet. A silent admittal of defeat, but Jimin doesn’t stop.

“I don’t make them feel worthless, like they aren’t my equal, like I’m more deserving of respect." He comes in closer, so close that you can feel his breath on your face with every word. “How dare you even have the audacity to compare me to him? You couldn’t count on him to attend his own funeral. But who’s always there when you need them?” 

You don’t dare answer. 

“Me! I’m there! Every late-night call, every text message, every single time you need me, I’m always there. Always! Picking up the broken pieces that he leaves behind without a single fuck given.” 

With an icy glare, he leans in until the tips of your noses are nearly touching. “I’m not anything like him. I’ll never be.” 

You exhale the breath you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding as Jimin brushes past you, just barely missing your shoulder. He’d never hurt you deliberately, no matter how upset with you he is. Though you kind of wish he did. After the unjustified nasty attitude you’ve had with him tonight, you kind of wish he would just curse you out a little, throw you a few extra insults, and send you home to your cheating boyfriend. Then perhaps his compassion wouldn’t make you feel so sick to your stomach. 

Maybe that’s the exact thinking that’s gotten you into this mess in the first place. 

What are you supposed to do now? 

“Fuck,” you exhale with your head tossed back.

 At this angle, you’re face to face with the popcorn ceiling. God, you hate popcorn ceilings; they remind you of long, humid summer nights at your grandma’s unair-conditioned house in the country. Feeding feisty chickens and milking cows for two and a half months straight.

It makes your neck ache, but in this position on the edge of the couch, you ponder. Not just about your argument with Jimin, but everything you’ve been through. The disaster of tonight, your entire relationship with Theo, and all the lying, cheating, and sneaking. The heartbreaks he puts you through time and time again. Then finally your friendship with Jimin. Seemingly the only piece of stability in your life for God knows how long. 

You think about it all until the credits of your abandoned comfort movie start rolling. Begrudgingly, you reach over to grab the t.v. remote, shutting off the device with a simple click of a button. Instantly, darkness engulfs the living room. Briefly, you ponder sleeping right there on the couch, but you know your back would hate you for it, and more importantly, you need to fix this mess with Jimin. You don’t want to, but you make the short trek back toward the room at the end of the hall. 

You stop just before the doorway, peering into the bedroom. The courage you built up suddenly depleted. 

Moonlight streams in through the cracked blinds, the only source of light, neatly illuminating the room in linear streaks. Jimin sits on the edge of the bed with his head hanging low, drained, between his shoulders, elbows planted firmly on his knees. The long sleeves of his shirt are rolled up now, exposing the veins in his forearms that jump with every clench of his fingers. You’re not sure how long he’s been sitting like that, but it looks like he hasn’t moved in a while.

Through his long bangs, you can see the worn expression on his face—eyes squeezed shut, nibbling at both lips. Your heart shatters at the sight. For a moment, it feels like he’s the one that’s just been cheated on, not you. 

You take in a deep breath as you step into the dark bedroom. The floorboards creak beneath you, alerting Jimin of your presence. His keen sense of hearing. Like a hawk stalking its prey, Jimin’s gaze never falters as he watches, silently calculating your every move. Are you coming as a friend or a foe ready for more? 

Though uninvited, you settle onto the made bed next to him. You inhale deep through your nose. The faint scent of the lavender shower gel you used earlier still lingers in the air. 

“I’m sorry,” you start. You wait for a moment, giving Jimin the opportunity to say anything, but he lets you continue. “I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting towards you.” You shake your head. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, Jimin. You didn’t deserve any of it. I—" You pause, rapidly blinking away unshed tears. Dammit, you’ve already cried so much tonight; you don’t feel like another headache.

Jimin grabs your open palm lying between you and gives your hand an encouraging squeeze. It gives you the strength to finish. “I shouldn't have been so snappy with you tonight, especially since you were just trying to help me.” You swallow the lump in your throat. “And I’m genuinely sorry for always dumping my bullshit relationship problems onto you. It’s not fair. I—I don’t know.”

 You shake your head, squeezing Jimin’s hand in return. “I just want you to know that I really, really do appreciate everything that you do for me. I know that I don’t show it enough, and I apologize for that.” A lone tear tickles your cheek as it trails down your face, soaking a tiny spot on your t-shirt. You wipe away the wetness with your free hand. “From the bottom of my heart, I love you, Jimin, so so much.” 

You don’t possess a way with words like Jimin does. That silent charm that wraps people in comfort, alleviating any and all of their worries. Your only hope is that Jimin can at least feel what you’re trying to convey.

“I love you too,” he whispers, his voice watery and thick. You don’t doubt a single word. “But that’s not why I’m upset.” Your brows knit together in confusion. 

Jimin looks off to the side, like he’s carefully contemplating what he’s trying to express. “I’m not upset with you for needing me, _____. I’d never be upset because of that. We lean on each other; we support each other. That's what makes us a team. There have been plenty of times when you’ve been there for me too. It’s what we do.” 

You shake your head. “I don’t...”

Jimin sighs, clenching his pants at the knee. What he wants to say sits at the tip of his tongue. His tone is firm when he declares, “Theo does not deserve you.”

You close your eyes as you nod your agreement. “I know that, Jimin.”

“But do you though? Seriously, _____. I don’t think you do.” 

"I do, Jimin. I know, I really do. I'm—"

 “Can’t you see that my heart is broken for you?" 

Any excuse you had ready for him dies right there in your throat. You blink your eyes open, and when you look at him, really look at him, it’s all you can see.

 It’s written in the way his shoulders slump with defeat. The way he fiddles with his fingers clasping and unclasping his hands. It’s in the way his chocolatey brown eyes, usually warm and inviting, are downcast and wet with unshed tears. In fact, you can barely keep his gaze because the emotion there is so intense. 

 “Throughout your entire relationship, I’ve watched you be there for him, constantly giving him your all until there is nothing left. And at the end of the day, what does he leave you with?”  

Your best friend doesn’t wait for you to answer.

Jimin scuffs, dark espresso eyes shiny with tears. “Agony. Insecurities that eat at you every day _____.” He clutches his shirt, right where his heart is. “It devastates me.”

Fuck, how could you have been so blind? So wrapped up in your own problems that you failed to notice how it was affecting Jimin. He has always felt so deeply. Of course, when you’re hurt, he hurts too. 

“Why do you love him?” 

Like a fish out of water, your mouth opens and shuts, only able to produce  stuttering breaths. 

The next question that comes from him is barely above a whisper. “Why can’t you leave him?”

"Because—" The word rushes out of you quicker than your mind could process it. Your eyes bulge as you slap your hands over your mouth.

“Because what?” He rushes, successfully tugging your hands away from your face. 

You pinch the frayed hem of your t-shirt. “Forget it, Jimin. It’s nothing.”

Your best friend shakes his head, his thick hair moving with him. “Don’t do that. Tell me. Please, _____.” 

  You try to fight it, you really do, because once you say it, there’s no going back. It’ll become real, and it won’t just belong to you anymore. It sits on the tip of your tongue, waiting for the perfect moment to break free. 

When Jimin calls your name, you look up to meet his gaze. His eyes are pleading with yours, filled with misery as they silently beg for an answer. “Please.”

Fuck it. If there’s anyone in this world you could spill your deepest secret to, it would without a doubt be Jimin. One of the few people on this world who you trust wholly.

“Because Jimin, if I leave him, then who’s going to love me?” 

It grows silent, as if your words shatter the tension in the air surrounding you.

To finally say it aloud feels like a major relief. A thousand-pound weight being lifted off of your shoulders. Consequently, at the same time, there’s a dreadful sinking feeling deep within you. A sick feeling that you've been trying to fight for too long. The admission was devastating but desperately needed. Maybe now, the journey to solving the root of this vulnerability can finally begin.

Jimin’s lips pull into a deep frown before he whispers your name. “Is that…really what you think? That you’re unloveable?”

If there was one thing Theo knew how to do well, it was keeping you humble. It started off subtle. A joke or two here and there, always defining him as the central point of your life. You’d laugh it off every time, never quite able to detect the subliminal honesty. For a while, it continued on like that, until it built into something blatant. 

It didn’t take long for you to actually start believing that. No other man in their right mind would want a woman so damaged by their own insecurities. You thought that he truly was the sole person that you could rely on. Thankfully, Jimin was always there to prove him wrong at least a little. But, as far as romance went, forget it. There was no one better for you than him. 

You chuckle solemnly. “No one is going to put up with me, Jimin." 

Your best friend sighs. He lets go of your hand, standing from the bed. For a moment, you think he’s ready for another fight. But you don’t have it in you to argue again. Much to your surprise, he gets down on one knee and then both, kneeling down in front of you. 

 A startled gasp sneaks through your lips. “Uh, Mini?” you whisper, slightly panicked.

Jimin grasps both of your hands in his. He licks his bottom lip, and your eyes follow the pink of his tongue. “Let me,” he whispers, a determined look in his eyes. 

You blink dazedly at him. “What?”

“Let me love you." He confirms exactly what you thought he said. “Just for tonight.” 

You sputter, pulling back slightly, though you don’t let go of his hands. “Jimin, that’s not—" You shake your head. “Do you know what you’re asking? Where’s this even coming from?”

Jimin chortles, rubbing the backs of your hands with his thumbs. "It's always been there. From the moment we met, I knew I wanted you. But at that time, I was in no place to be in a relationship.” 

You arch a brow. “And now you are?”

“Shut up." Jimin nudges your knee as you bite down on your bottom lip, suppressing your grin.

“I’m not asking for a relationship.” He then wiggles his eyebrows at you when he says, “At least not right now anyway.” 

Jimin squeaks when you dig your socked toe into the meat of his thigh. He grips your foot in his hand, restricting you from delivering anymore nudges. 

“Be serious,” you chide, even though the smile on your lips has spread wider. “Are you… really into me?”

Jimin grins, his pretty teeth on full display. “In more ways than one. All I need is one night. One night to give you what you truly deserve. Let me love you how you should’ve been a long time ago.”

The thrill that bubbles up inside you is dangerous. It’s a foreign feeling, one that you don't recall ever experiencing before. But, oh, it is so welcomed. Then, a sudden wave of realization halts your excitement. A major bump in the road. 

Your boyfriend.

You almost don’t want to say it, afraid that it might ruin the exhilaration in the air. The question comes out strained with a touch of hesitancy. “What about Theo?” 

But Jimin shrugs like he doesn’t have a single care in the world. “What about him? He’s had his fun.” 

Jimin lets go of your hands, and you frown at the loss of contact. It’s short-lived, however, when his firm grip takes hold of the backs of your legs, making you gasp. 

His breath hitches at the sound of your satisfaction when he caresses you there, thumbs working overtime to unknot your tense muscles. You sigh, relaxing under his touch. Slowly, as if time isn’t of the essence, he runs his hands all the way down your legs until his fingertips reach the heels of your feet. At the same leisurely pace, he drags his digits up until they brush over your inner things, bunching up the thin material of your basketball shorts. 

 “Isn’t it time you have a little of your own?”

You have to consider Jimin’s words carefully. There’s so much at stake if you agree. For one, your friendship with Jimin will never be the same. Though you suppose, he kind of set that in motion already with his little impromptu love confession. 

The greatest damage done will be to your relationship. No matter how you try to spin it, sleeping with Jimin tonight will make you a cheater, betraying your boyfriend in the same way that has left you with a sizable hole in your heart. 

Won’t that just make you a hypocrite in the end? Did you even have that kind of promiscuity in you?

Apparently it lied dormant inside you, because as quickly as the doubt comes, it dissipates. Just like that, your mind rationalizes the decision. 

What’s the harm in indulging for just one night? After all, it’ll be with your best friend, someone you’ve known for years and trust with your life. Not with some random man you met at some sketchy club or bar.

 If Theo can do it, why can’t you?

Instead of using words to respond, you let your body do the talking. With ease, you wrap your legs around his middle, pulling your best friend forward. Jimin lets out a surprised huff as he collides with your front, his face mere centimeters from your braless breasts. The surprise on his face is quickly replaced with enthusiasm as he admires the pillowy mounds displayed casually in front of him. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, and with as much courage as you could muster, you simply request, “Show me.” 

The grin that breaks out on Jimin’s face is infectious. A manifestation of pure joy. Thinking back as hard as you can, you can’t remember a recent time when you’ve seen him look so happy. 

He takes your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, hooded gaze flickering from your eyes then to your mouth and back to your eyes again. His thumb sits there for a moment, caressing your skin as his eyes scan across your face in a way that you could only describe as admiring. When he seems fulfilled enough, Jimin tilts your face down, guiding you towards him, and you let your eyes flutter shut. As the anticipation builds, your heart hammers beneath your ribcage. You can practically hear the thumping in your ears. 

But then there’s a pause so pregnant that it has you blinking your eyes open in confusion. If you weren’t nervous before, you certainly were now. Did you do something wrong?

You pull back slightly, just enough so that you can see Jimin’s face. Your best friend looks slightly hesitant. A gleam of uncertainty shines in his brown orbs, like he can’t believe you actually said yes. 

“Jimin,” you urge, the tenderness in your voice easing his nerves, and you try your hardest to ignore yours. “Kiss me, please.” 

The blonde man doesn’t need any further encouragement. Jimin closes the small gap between you, slotting his mouth together with yours. 

This is not the first time you and Jimin have kissed. That was years ago, back in your freshman year of college in your tiny dorm room after too many shots of illegally purchased Fireball. Surprisingly, even with your heavily intoxicated mind, you remember that day like it happened yesterday. The way you could barely keep yourselves upright, your bodies feeling too heavy and sluggish. Or how you both giggled and bantered throughout the entire ordeal, the alcohol refusing to let you take it seriously. 

You just don’t remember it feeling so damn good.

Jimin’s lips are soft when they press to yours, coated in a thin layer of chapstick. He takes his time when he kisses you like he’s always wanted to. Every peck, brush, and pressure was deliberate. Slow and searing. He needed to savor the moment, afraid of what he might miss if he went too fast. You’re not sure if you’ve ever been kissed like this before. 

With an unprecedented eagerness, you welcome the taste of him, a faint raspberry with a hint of mint. His favorite herbal tea. The same kind he always made for you after a taxing night. The plush feel of his lips has you humming in satisfaction, legs squeezing tighter around his middle. Jimin grunts, fingertips gripping the soft flesh of your thighs. 

Together, your lips work in near-perfect harmony, trading almost silent gasps and breathless sighs between each other. Noting what you liked, what you loved, and what you could probably do without. 

Jimin presses into you firmer, the hand holding your chin coming up to cradle the back of your neck. He licks at your bottom lip, begging for entry that you so graciously grant, letting your mouth fall open wider. The wet muscle of his tongue glides expertly over yours, and your nipples perk beneath your t-shirt. With every breath you take, the sensitive buds press harder into your best friend’s chest. 

Jimin's free hand grips your hip to pull you impossibly closer. A shudder wracks your body when your covered center unexpectedly meets the solid muscle hidden under his shirt. The corners of his lips twitch upwards into a smirk, clearly enjoying the evident effect he has on you.

"Damn." Jimin pulls back with a wet smack, gasping for breath. Brain foggy from the kiss, you chase his mouth with yours, craving the feel of him back on you. Jimin waits until you’re close, and then he pulls back. The groan you emit signifies your displeasure, letting your mouth fall into a frown.

He giggles at your enthusiasm, and he shakes his head naughtily at you. You lick your lips as you watch him with what you’re sure are hungry eyes. 

Jimin reaches a hand behind him, gripping the collar of his shirt. With a quick tug, he pulls the garment over and off, tossing it somewhere on the floor behind him. 

You lean back on your hands, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth. The mattress sinks under your palms with the weight. Unabashedly, you take in the sight of your best friend, scanning over the muscled, toned lines that define his body. An appreciative hum tumbles past your lips, and you nod your approval. 

Has your best friend always been so ripped? 

Jimin chuckles at your reaction. A quick brush of his fingers pushes his thick bangs off of his forehead, leaving his blemish-free skin on full display.

“Like what you see?” He asks breathily, even though he already knows the answer. Under the basketball shorts, his fingers trail up and down the sides of your bare thighs. The ticklish sensation makes you tremble just slightly. 

“Mm, not too bad." You feign nonchalance and shrug, eyeballing the necklace adorning his thick neck. You can’t wait to have the shiny silver dangling over your face when he fuc—

“Ow!” You yelp when Jimin pinches the skin there, not enough to leave a mark but just enough for you to feel it. 

He pulls you in close again, your foreheads nearly touching. “Watch yourself,” he warns in a firm whisper, thumb caressing the tender spot. His warm breath hits your chin with every word. “Or you won’t get to have any fun later.” 

His words, the tone he used with you, almost sounded…mean? But for some strange reason it doesn’t alarm you. In fact, it might’ve even turned you on a little if the wet patch forming in your panties was anything to go by. 

Jimin captures you in another passionate kiss, this one more dynamic than the first. He wastes no time slipping his tongue back in, licking and sucking his presence in your mouth. A gentle hand cradles the back of your head, pulling you in close and keeping you there. You keep up as best as you can, mirroring his actions with your own. You may not be as experienced as Jimin, but the way he was gripping every part of you—your shirt, the back of your neck, and your hands—desperate to keep you close reassures you that you were doing just fine. 

Every brush of his lips, flick of his tongue, and airy whine from his mouth smothered by yours makes you dizzier by the second. 

When you both pull back, lungs burning from your lack of oxygen, breathy pants fill the warm, quiet air. You were virtually frozen earlier, but the bedroom has grown far too hot now. 

“Fuck,” Jimin groans. He smiles unbelievably to himself, shaking his head. “There’s so much I want to do with you tonight.” Like a bobble head, you nod in certain agreement. He then captures your eyes in a heated gaze, the hunger in his eyes undeniable. He licks at his kiss-swollen lips, and your eyes follow every movement. 

“Can I take care of you? Will you let me, baby?”

“Yes, yes, please.” 

Jimin’s chuckle sends a delighted shiver down your spine. Taking the hem, he frees you from the confines of your t-shirt, pulling the fabric off of you with ease. When he tosses it, it lands somewhere on the bed behind you. 

Your nipples stand firm and proud, already pebbled from your heated kiss with Jimin. He practically salivates at the sight of them, running the wet muscle of his mouth back and forth over his plump bottom lip. You know that he’s always been a boobs man, but the fact that your boobs were the cause of his content had a bit of pride swelling in your chest. It feels incredible to be wanted so unabashedly.

Jimin reaches up, his hand hovering over your left breast. “May I?” He asks, eyes flickering up to gauge your reaction. 

You swallow down your anticipation. “If you don’t, I feel like I might explode.”

Jimin hums, and his smile is sincere. “We can’t have that now, can we?"

You sigh, breath stuttering when he strokes his thumb over your erect nipple. With his other hand, he cups your right breast. Heavy and squishy, it fills his left palm, your stiff bud grazing his skin. When he squeezes your boob, gentle and cautious, your thighs squeeze together in response, the dull ache between your legs becoming increasingly more difficult to ignore. 

“Beautiful,” Jimin whispers, pinching the hardened peak with his thumb and pointer finger. You don’t say anything; you can’t say anything with how hard you’re biting down on your bottom lip. Your best friend leans down to pepper a trail of kisses across the plane of your chest, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He then flattens his tongue, licking a stripe between the valley of your breasts, and blows on the wet skin. You cradle the back of his head, tangling your fingers in the blonde locks. 

“Oh!” you gasp when he engulfs your nipple with the wet warmth of his mouth, reflexively tugging at his hair. Jimin groans from the action, the vibrations from his delight traveling from your nipple straight down to your cunt. His tongue flicks in rapid successions over your nipple before circling your areola. In his other hand, he rolls and tugs your right nipple, still pinched between his fingers. 

The simultaneous assaults on your sensitive buds have your head reeling. The discomfort between your thighs was no longer dull but immense. Your pussy flutters around nothing, steadily soaking your panties with arousal.

“Jimin,” you mewl, eyes slamming shut when his teeth graze just barely over your stiff peak. When he sucks, the pressure creates stars beneath your eyelids. Your mouth drops open in a silent gasp, eyebrows pinching together. It makes your spine arch, further thrusting your chest into his mouth.

Your breast bounces back into place when he releases your nipple from his mouth. Every quick breath from his mouth cast over your stiff peak, chilling the wet, heated skin. 

You take a moment to catch your breath, but as soon as you inhale, the air is knocked from your lungs again when he sucks the skin of your left breast into his eager mouth. Pleasure explodes over your breast as Jimin marks you with his love bite. Satisfied with his work, he kisses the prominent bruise before he sucks your left nipple into his mouth, giving it the same attention as he did the first. 

Squirming under his keen affection, your hips jut forward to collide with his abs. It offers a brief smidge of relief, but not nearly enough. The ache emitting from your center was absolutely unbearable. Trapped behind too many layers of clothing, your clit was begging to be rubbed. 

You loosen your grip on the comforter, snaking your hand between your bodies down toward your wetness. Just as your fingers breach the waistband of your shorts, Jimin captures your wrist in his hand before interlocking his fingers with yours. You cry out in frustration, and you feel Jimin smirk around a mouthful of your tit. When he releases your nipple with a wet pop, a thin string of his saliva connects you.

It continues on like that for what feels to you like forever. Jimin ravages your breasts, alternating between your nipples, licking, sucking, and nibbling to his heart’s content. Hickeys now litter your chest, a bold yet beautiful display of his insatiable desire. You won’t dare to wear any low-cut top or dress for at least a week. By the end, your cunt is still untouched and practically weeping, confined by your soaked panties and basketball shorts.

When Jimin is finally satisfied, he releases your tit, and your chest is wracked with heaving breaths. He leans forward to peck you once on the lips and then once more. “Lie back,” he whispers against your lips, a hand on your shoulder guiding you to lay flat on his bed. You follow his command, maneuvering so that you’re in a comfortable position on his bed. You’re not quite sure what to do with your hands, letting them rest on your stomach. 

Jimin hooks his fingers in the waistband of your shorts, tugging them past the thickness of your thighs then down the rest of your legs. On the floor, they drop in a heap in front of him. 

A sharp intake of breath comes from Jimin, and you prop yourself up on your elbows. Your best friend, still on his knees before you, is face to face with your panty-clad pussy. That sinful tongue of his makes another appearance, and you make a mental note to buy him a new chapstick later. 

When he whistles appreciatively, your body flushes. “Damn,” he mutters, a finger tracing down your slit. The wet fabric sticks uncomfortably to your skin, molding itself to the shape of your slick folds.

 “You’re soaked, baby.” Jimin leans down to plant a firm kiss on your lips, and when he realigns himself, there's a slight sheen coating his mouth. 

“Jimin,” you whine, coated with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. He’s got you leaking like a fucking waterfall, and all he’s done was play with your tits. 

“Okay, okay,” Jimin chuckles, finally removing your panties from your hips. The dampened fabric joins your bottoms on the floor. You shudder, wet skin greeted by the warm bedroom air. 

 “Hush your whining.” 

Without warning, he licks a slow, broad stripe up your slit, stopping just below your needy clit. Along the way, he collects your juices on his tongue, savoring the heady taste. A strangled moan escapes you as your head falls back between your shoulders. 

Jimin groans from the sheer taste of you, his eyes fluttering shut. His tastebuds are trembling with delight. You’re more delectable than he could have ever imagined. He’s positive he can never eat another pussy ever again; he doesn’t want to eat another pussy ever again. Your juices have saturated his tongue, forever claiming his mouth as yours. 

Jimin grips the meat of your thighs, pushing them up to your chest to allow himself a clear shot at your pussy. You hook your hands underneath your knees, keeping the position he put you in. It gives you the perfect view to watch Jimin feast on your weeping sex.

His smirk is dangerous when he purrs, “Hold on tight, pretty.” 

He wastes no time burying himself between your thighs, moaning when your essence graces his tongue again. You cry out, toes curling when the thick muscle flicks over your winking entrance. 

“Oh fuck, fuck!” Your eyes flutter shut, rolling behind your closed eyelids. 

His mouth works diligently against you, his wet tongue heavy as it drags over and then through your folds, further soaking your wetness with his saliva. The sound of it is vulgar, reminiscent of someone mixing a larger bowl of mac and cheese. It makes you gasp, body heated in a blush. 

"Yes, Jimin," you shiver, elbows going shaky beneath you. Your fingers grip where you hold your shaky legs up for him, crescent moon shapes indenting your skin. Jimin hums, sucking your labia into his heated mouth. Your hips buck once, twice, and he releases them with a wet pop. 

You fall back against the plush bed, arms weakened by the immense pleasure. Your hips have a mind of their own, canting forward chasing the euphoric feeling of his mouth, and he so graciously gives it to you. Your breathing is shattered. Shaky moans and excitable squeals tumble past your parted lips, echoing off the walls of his once quiet bedroom. 

Jimin flattens his tongue, shaking his head from side to side. His mop of fair hair, gone messy from your tugging, tickles your inner thighs with the movement. He eats your pussy like a man starved. Like it’s the last meal he’ll ever have on this Earth. Even when his face is stuffed in your heat, his senses completely overtaken by the smell, feel, and taste of you, he can’t fucking get enough. He doesn’t think he ever will.

Every flutter of your empty walls sends another syrupy gush of your arousal, soaking his face and the bedsheets beneath you. You can hardly breathe as Jimin drinks you up, taking everything you give him, his lips greedy when it slurps at your leaky opening. 

It's so messy and so fucking wet.

When Jimin pulls away, his mouth and chin are shiny with his efforts. He sighs  contentedly as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, panting like he’s the one getting the best head of his life instead of you. He breathes, “You’re so juicy, baby.” 

Hypnotized by you, he delves back in, effortlessly parting your folds with his soaked tongue, licking up and down, up and around, but never where you need him the most. Where your ache is the most ferocious.

“Jimin,” you practically sob, heart hammering in your chest. Unshed tears have begun to collect at your waterline. God, it was good, so fucking good, but you might die if he doesn’t get his mouth on your clit soon. 

“Please, I-I need,” but you break off into a choked whine when his nose bumps your clit, the only bit of stimulation it’s gotten all night. 

Jimin detaches from your pussy with a wet pop. Hooded eyes glance up to meet yours. There's a hint of a smirk on his lips. The corners of his mouth lifted just barely. He was clearly enjoying the torture he was putting you through. 

“What was that, baby?” 

"My," you plead, voice watery and thick. “I need, my-you..." You hesitate, cheeks burning with what you want to say but can’t quite bring yourself to do it. 

Jimin steals the words right from your throat. “You need me to suck that pretty, little clit?” 

You swallow thickly, nodding before you can respond. “I need it.” You watch as Jimin’s jaw ticks and the grip he has on your hips goes tighter.

 “Say it." There's a tilt in his voice that’s unfamiliar to you. You can’t quite put your finger on it. 

Your eyes bulge. It's humorous how quickly the fog clears from your brain. “What?”

“I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you need.” 

“Jimin,” you whine, kicking your leg in frustration. Your body heats as it floods with embarrassment. “Are you serious?” 

Jimin smiles wickedly, pearly whites on full display. “Say it, _____. Or we stop right here.” 

“I uh, I need you to..."

There’s an amused glint in his eyes when he lifts his eyebrows, watching for you to continue. He plans a kiss at your inner thigh in encouragement. 

Your inhale is deep, pride tossed out of the window when you plead, “I need you to suck my clit, Jimin."

When he sees the desperation in your eyes, deep espresso connecting with yours over the plane of your quivering stomach, he loses it. You sob when his mouth engulfs your needy bud wholly. Your fingers scramble, letting go of our legs to tangle in his blonde strands, pulling tight. Jimin groans, and the vibrations shoot straight through your clit to the very tips of your toes. He holds you down himself, pinning your thighs to your chest, rendering you helpless to his merciless suction. 

The tip of his tongue circles your clit, quick and firm. “God yes!” You moan when his lips wrap tight around your swollen bud to suck incessantly. Back arching from the bed, toes curling in the open air, tears finally leak from the corners of your eyes, trailing down your temples. 

When he slips his finger in and then another, knuckle-deep, your slick walls grip him up instantly. They pulse around the slim digits, drawing him in deeper. He didn’t even need to move; the pressure alone sent you over the edge, crashing headfirst into euphoria. 

When you cum, it’s not shrill and elegant like those well-produced pornos you’ve watched before. It’s deep and guttural as it blossoms from the pit of your stomach until it rattles through you, seizing your body. Your muscles tighten, thighs quivering around his head as he delivers wave after pleasurable wave with his soaked tongue and fingers. 

And Jimin loves every second of it.

He doesn’t let up, even after you’ve cum. It’s not until you’re whining, pushing weakly at his head, that he takes mercy on you, pulling away after one final kiss to your spent pussy. 

Vision still teary, you blink up at the ceiling, lying there in disbelief and panting as you try to catch your breath. Reaching a hand up, you wipe away the tiny beads of sweat that have collected at your hairline. 

Below you hear Jimin finally rise from the floor, but you make no attempt to get up, still spent from your amazing orgasm. There’s some rummaging, the sound of clothes hitting the ground, and then the bed dips with Jimin’s weight. He clambers over to you, covering your body with his. You welcome his added heat, arms weakly coming up to wrap themselves around his neck.

He smiles down at you, eyes flickering all across your face, soaking in your post-orgasm haze. His touch is gentle when he brushes stray hair away from your sweaty forehead. 

“Hey you,” he greets, leaning down to give you an Eskimo kiss. 

You trace a finger down the slope of his jaw down to his chin before you cradle his cheek in your palm. “Hey yourself." You smile back, voice slightly hoarse. 

“How are you feeling?” 

You swallow, licking at the dryness on your lips. Your grin is sincere when you say, “I feel amazing. You’re really good at that, you know.” 

Jimin giggles, interlocking his fingers with yours to kiss the back of your hand. With his thumb he strokes the skin. 

“Thank you, Jimin.” 

Your best friend leans down to capture you in a gentle kiss. Your tongue darts out to swipe across his lip, dipping inside to taste yourself on his tongue. You pull away, satisfied and a little breathless.

 “Of course. It’s what you deserve.”

You hum, tracing a finger from his sternum down to the ridges that make up his abs. He shivers under your feather-light touch. “Do I maybe deserve a little something else?” You tilt your head to meet his gaze. 

Jimin raises his eyebrows at you. A playful gleam in his eyes. “A little something like?” He trails off.

You hold his eye contact, and with your free hand, you reach down between his legs to take hold of his stiffened member. Jimin gasps, shutting his eyes tight. He’s heavy in your palm, his skin smooth and warm to the touch. He must’ve been hard for quite some time

“Yeah,” Jimin nods, breath knocked from his lungs when you squeeze the base of his cock. “I think that can be arranged.”

You hum, working your hand over his stiff rod. He grunts when your strokes come faster, his freehand fisting the sheets beside him. “Just like that, pretty,” he encourages, and you do exactly as you’re told. 

You soak in how beautiful he looks in ecstasy. The way his thick brows pinch with every stroke. How his plush lips fall open, unleashing sounds just as pretty as he is. Delicate yet husky. Your favorite part is the way his stomach muscles quake with the effort of holding himself up. 

“Fuck, baby,” Jimin moans as your wrist flicks upwards, from base to head. 

When you glide your fingers across his reddened tip, your digits slicking with his precum, a hand claps over your wrist, restricting your movements. 

His eyes bore into yours, his voice strained when he breathes, “If you don’t stop, I’ll come, and I don’t want to yet. Not until I’m inside you.”

You shiver, exhilaration rattling your bones. “Then, what are you waiting for?” 

You allow Jimin to position your body until you’re lying on your side. When he assures you that you're comfortable, he comes up behind you, slotting his chest to your back. You lean into him, comforted by the feel of his own heart thrumming in his chest. Nerves and excitement are coursing through his veins as well, anticipating what is to come. Your senses heighten at the feel of his hard cock nestled between your ass cheeks.

He leans in to kiss the plump of your cheek before reaching behind himself to retrieve a condom from inside his nightstand. 

You stop him, a quick, gentle hand on his thigh. “Can you… I want you to fuck me raw.” 

A muttered curse from behind makes you grin. “_____, are you sure?” 

You nod, thighs rubbing together, the heat between your legs intensifying at the mere thought. “I want to feel all of you. Is that okay?” 

“Fuck, yeah, that’s okay." Jimin doesn’t need much convincing to agree. He just needs to get inside you quick. His hand slides from your hip to your thigh, cupping underneath your knee to prop your leg up and open enough.

 “Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispers, cockhead sliding through your slippery folds to nudge at your needy clit.

You gasp, reaching a hand up to tangle in the hair on the back of his head. “I’m fine, Mini." You roll your hips back, seeking more of that delicious pressure on your pearl. Your teeth clench in a hiss when he bumps it again. “Just please fuck me.”

You watch, eyes eager as Jimin slides in without much resistance, filling you up to the brim. It knocks the air from your lungs. He’s so incredibly thick, thicker than any other dick you’ve taken before. It feels like he’s splitting you open in the best way possible. 

Jimin groans, engulfed by your soaked warmth. His body flushes, one hand fisting the bedsheets, the other with a vice grip on your hip. Quick short pants slip past his mouth to coat the shell of your ear.

You spread your legs wider, the propped one coming to hook behind his thigh. Somehow, it slips him deeper into your flooded canal, leaving you both crying out. 

“Holy shit, Jimin,” you breathe, as your walls pulse around him, adjusting to his sheer girth.

Jimin’s chuckle is breathy, full of disbelief. He pecks your shoulder before resting his forehead there. He’s thinking exactly what you are.

Why does it feel so fucking good?

 “I know, baby.” He gives an experimental thrust of his hips that has your eyes rolling, his hips pressed flush against your ass. “So fucking good,” he murmurs in your ear, and a delighted shiver journeys down your curved spine. 

The pace he sets is maddeningly slow, nothing like what you’re used to. Languid rolls of his hips that stuff you full before leaving you just about empty, only to fill you right back up again. You can hardly breathe through the feel of him, gasping for air every time he presses back in. Jimin moves from your shoulder, attaching his lips to the juncture in your neck, licking and sucking. It leaves you with marks so fierce you have no idea how you’ll cover them later.

“Jimin,” you whine when the pace gets to you. A pressure that builds and builds but never fully erupts. 

Looking back, you capture him in a lust-filled gaze. "Fuck me faster, baby, please.” 

Jimin grunts, his brows furrowing when he picks up his pace, his hips meeting your ass cheeks with resounding smacks. They’re enough to fill the bedroom and bring a warm hue to your cheeks. 

The noises spilling from your cunt are just as lewd. Roaring slickening when he glides in and out. Messy when it soaks his cock in your transparent juices, dripping down your thighs onto the bedsheets below. 

Jimin tweaks your stiff nipples with his thumb before pinching them between his fingers, rolling and tugging. The pain, sharp and temporary, makes you jerk, toes curling tight. 

“Shit!” you wail, fist pounding the bed. “Just like that baby.”

"S'good, pretty?” he whispers, choked up with his own pleasure. 

You don’t respond; you can’t respond with the way the pounds into your dripping heat. He wraps you in his firm hold, his arm coming to sling across your chest. The extra leverage he needed to pull you back, forcing you to meet his deliciously deep thrusts. 

The force of his fucking rocks the bed beneath you, the headboard banging against the wall. You’ve definitely got to write Mr. and Mrs. Welles an apology letter tomorrow. 

There is nothing you can do except take it, helpless to his powerful pumps. Like a ragdoll, you lie limp, taking everything he gives you. The heat in your lower tummy swells, your pussy squeezing around his heavy cock. “Close,” you choke, your mind fuzzy and delirious. 

Jimin gasps as he thrusts upwards one last time, filling you to the hilt before he pulls out completely with a wet pop. He leaves you empty, clenching around nothing, the heat in your belly subsiding. 

Your eyes fly open, complaints ready to fly past your lips, but Jimin stops you. 

“Hands and knees,” he pants as he palms your ass cheek. "Want to fuck you from behind.”

Any rebuttals you had ready die right there on your tongue. You prop yourself up on all fours, limbs slightly wobbly, and arch your spine in a way you know will make the light-haired man crazy. 

You feel Jimin position himself behind you. Tucking your bottom lip between your teeth, you wiggle your ass, swaying from side to side to tease him a little. 

Your yelp is shrill when his palm collides with your right cheek, flinching at the feeling.

Jimin hums, marveling at the ripples it creates. “Behave,” he tsks as he palms the sore area and you lick your abused lips. 

He groans as he feeds his cock to your pussy. Your walls greedily accept him with a filthy-sounding squelch. When he’s all the way in, he steadies himself, with both hands on your hips. His huff grazes the skin of your back. “How are you still so fucking tight?” 

You sigh, dropping your head forward between your shoulders. He holds you in his palms, caressing your fleshy hips.  

He wastes no time in setting a brutal pace, fucking you faster and harder than before. You scramble, hands finding purchase on the bedsheets, but each roll of his hips sends your body forward and back, tugging the sheets loose from the mattress corners. 

"God, yes,” you groan, body trembling with delight. He pounds into you, the flesh of your ass smacking his thighs and lower stomach with every thrust. Its roaring and filthy.

Jimin is just as, if not more vocal than you, whining, groaning, and gasping every time he stuffs you full. It sets your body alight to know he’s just as affected as you are. 

He grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back, and your spine bows deeper than before. "Oh, fu—," you try, but you can’t even get the words out as he plunges into you. Rhythmic and precise.

It doesn’t take much until you’re drawing near again and you know you’re close when the fluttery warmth in the pit of your stomach returns, your pussy squeezing Jimin tight. 

He cries out, falling over to cover your sweaty back with his front. “M’ not gonna last,” he whimpers, rocking forward, body trembling with the efforts of his pumping.

He fucks you like that. His body is glued to your back, constant rolls of his hips that slide him deeper and deeper. His tip nudges incessantly at your front wall, gliding repeatedly over that spongy spot. The spot that has you seeing stars.

When Jimin feels you tighten up around him, he snakes his hand under your body to circle your swollen bundle of nerves. Like magic, the added pressure is just what you need to reach your peak. 

The coil, pulled taut in your tummy, snaps, and euphoria pulses through your veins, hot and rapid. Your mouth falls open, eyes squeezing shut as you gush around his cock. A strangled wail that you’re not even sure came from you resounds in the room, but you can barely hear it past the blood rushing in your ears. Falling face-first into the mattress, your muscles seize as your body is overtaken by the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Through it all, Jimin's hips never let up, and you flutter around him, creaming his thick cock. The ferocity of your orgasm triggers his own. Jimim ruts once, twice, and then he comes with a breathy sigh that sounds something like your name, painting your quivering walls with his hot seed.

────˚‧୨ᰔ୧‧˚────

It’s early when Jimin comes to the next morning. He can tell by the lack of sunlight beaming through his cracked window blinds, covering his bedroom in a barely there glow. 

He smacks his lips tiredly, muscles achy with exertion making their presence known, and in an instant, memories of last night come flooding back to him.

 Picking you up outside of that restaurant. The sight of you ripped his heart to pieces. Standing there alone in the cold, looking so vulnerable, clinging on to what little sanity you had left. You looked so heartbroken but yet so beautiful. Always so beautiful. 

Or later on, when he confessed his love for you. An undying ache that’s been tugging at his heart after all these years of being your friend, your best friend. A title he doesn’t take lightly. Not because he was in love with you, but because he loved you. Every part of you, your mind, your heart, and soul.

 How you didn’t turn him away, accepting his affection and embracing it wholly. There was so much love he had to give, so much time he needed to make up for after all these years lost. 

Jimin turns his head, and there you lie, a beautiful smile on your face directed at him. His heart stutters in his chest. 

“Good morning,” you greet, your tongue peeking out to wet your lips. 

Jimin rolls over on his side, readjusting on his pillow. “Morning,” he grins, all teeth. “How’d you sleep?”

You inhale deep, your smile never leaving your pretty lips. Your gaze is still slightly hazy with sleep when you look at him. There’s a gentle glow surrounding you, radiating utter bliss. Happy and carefree. It’s been so long since he’s seen you like this, too long.

“Mmm, I slept amazing, thanks to you.” You reach out to poke the solid planes of his stomach, hidden by the comforter. You yawn, hands coming up to rest under your head. “Though, I should rough you up for letting me fall asleep without my bonnet on. I just got my hair done.” 

Jimin snickers, scooting closer to you. He grabs hold of your hands, interlocking his fingers with yours. “I did try to wake you up, but considering it's been so long since you’ve been fucked to sleep, I figured you needed it." 

Your eyes widen, mouth curving up in disbelief. “Fuck you!”

Jimin shrugs, feigning nonchalance. “Been there, done that.” 

You gasp, reaching over to smack his arms as you’re taken over by giggles. “Shut up, Jimin!” 

He laughs, dodging your harmless blows, and you don’t oppose when Jimin sits up, scooping you in his arms. Effortlessly, he plops you down over his lower stomach. When your giggles subside, you trace a finger over his chest, covering his skin with invisible doodles that only you can see.

“I uh..." you clear your throat. “I talked to Theo earlier." 

Jimin does his best to mask his apprehension. “Yeah?” He fingers the hem of his t-shirt you’re wearing, which basically belongs to you.

You nod. “He wanted to know where I went.” 

“Did you tell him?” 

“I did.” Jimin arches his brow when you smirk. You lean over to grab your phone from under the pillow. You tap the screen, turning the device on, and there’s a bright glow cast over your face. Swift fingers tap a few more times before you turn the screen to him. “I sent him this.”

Jimin squints at the brightly lit screen, but when his vision clears and he recognizes what you’re showing him, he gasps incredulously. 

On the screen is a picture of him and you, tangled together in his bed and obviously naked under the sheets. In the picture, Jimin is still fast asleep, eyes closed and his mouth slightly ajar. But you, on the other hand, are wide awake. In fact, you’re posing for the camera, two fingers up in a peace sign next to your face and your mouth pouted in “duck lips." On your skin, his love bites from last night are proudly displayed.

Below the picture, there’s a message from Theo that you have no plans to respond to. It included every curse word in the book, words that Jimin didn’t even know existed. 

You shrug, locking the phone, and tossing it aside. “I think it’s safe to say we’re done.” 

Jimin tosses his head back in a laugh. He shakes his head as he says your name. “You’re unbelievable!” 

“Noo, what’s unbelievable is that I stayed with him for so long," you counter, rolling your eyes. You grab both of his hands in yours. 

“Thank you,” you nod. “For staying by my side through all of this. And dealing with my stubbornness. I truly don’t know what I would do without you. I love you, Jimin.” 

Jimin’s grip is gentle when he grabs the back of your neck to pull you into his kiss. You gladly accept, cradling his face in your hands. 

When you pull away, you’re breathless. “I love you,” Jimin whispers on your lips. “So much.” 

You beam, sitting back on his muscley thighs. Your head tilts, however, when your clothed center comes in contact with something firm.

 “Are you…hard?” Your question is laced with amazement. 

Jimin groans, cheeks reddening in embarrassment when you laugh aloud. “I can’t help it; everything you do turns me on. You could literally breath and I’d be hard as a rock.” The heat between your legs makes a fierce return.

 “Hm, is that so?”

You hook your thumb in the waistband of your panties, ready to slide them down your legs. Jimin licks his lips as hunger clouds his pretty brown eyes. “You were so generous to me last night. Why don’t you sit back and let me take care of it, baby?"

your stomach dropped. you stood and hurried to the door. when you opened it jimin stood in a hoodie, his hat low and out of breath like he'd run over here. his phone was in hand, his expression somewhere between panic and disbelief.

for a second neither of you spoke, then he held up his phone. your post still open. “…you posted this?” he wasn't angry, just quiet and shocked.

your chest tightened. “i didn’t know what else to do.” he blinked slowly, confused and processing. “you could’ve talked to me first.” the guilt hit you immediately.

“I know.” your voice cracked slightly. “but namjoon...”

his expression shifted instantly, because of course; namjoon, Kim, everything. you were getting rid of any leverage this freak had over you.

“i’m tired of people getting hurt,” you admitted quietly, your eyes burning again. “if the only thing they have over us is our relationship then i thought…” your voice trailed off. “…if everyone already knows, maybe they will stop.” silence, a very heavy silence.

jimin looked down at the phone, then back at you, still processing because this changed his life too, his career even. he sighed, stepping inside fully and closing the door behind him. “you really scared me.”

you looked away, not wanting to look him in the eyes. “…are you mad?”

he hesitated for way too long. “i don’t know. i wish you told me first.”

your chest sank. “but…” he looked back at the screen; your post. the comments climbing and the internet imploding. “…part of me gets why you did it.”

buzz.

both phones at the same time.

unknown number: wow.

unknown number: that was stupid.

unknown number: i liked having secrets :(

for the first time the stalker didn’t seem in control and somehow instead of feeling relieved, it only scared you more. your fingers hovered over the keyboard. jimin noticed immediately. “…what are you doing?”

you didn’t answer because honestly you weren’t fully sure yourself.

you: stop hiding.

you: if this was really about protecting him, nobody would be hurt. stop pretending to be a worried fan when you've made his life hell.

jimin looked over sharply. “don’t.”

it was too late. you waited and waited. the typing started, then stopped, then paused, then started again, before stopping. nothing. they had nothing to say. no rebuttals, no threats, nothing.

“…that’s strange.” jimin still looked uneasy.

“i don’t like it.”

neither did you, because this person always responded. always, even if it was cruel or mocking... something. but now, nothing. the silence stretched until jimin’s phone rang. both of you jumped.

unknown caller. he frowned immediately. “…hybe.” his posture straightened and he answered instantly. “hello?”

his expression changed. “…right now?”

he paused as the person on the other line talked. “no, i understand.”

another pause, his eyes flicking briefly toward you. “…okay.” he hung up slowly. “what?”

his jaw flexed with annoyance. “the ceo.”

“what did they say?” you asked, concern building inside of you.

“they want me at the building for some PR emergency meeting.”

your stomach dropped because of course. the post, the internet, the headlines already exploding.

“what kind of meeting?”

he laughed once, humorlessly. “regarding the situation.’”

your phone buzzed and both of you looked instantly.

unknown number: don’t let them make decisions for you.

your stomach dropped because how the hell did they know? jimin saw it too and went completely still. “…they know about the meeting.”

the call had happened thirty seconds ago. thirty. seconds. ago.

jimin grabbed his keys immediately, his expression unreadable now. “you’re coming with me.”

“what?”

“no chance i’m leaving you alone.”

hybe at night felt different. too quiet and too tense. security was tighter than usual. the second jimin walked through the doors everyone knew. your post had spread too fast. phones lowered awkwardly as glances lingered; some judgement, some curiosity, and some scared of what may happen next.

the elevator ride felt endless. it was silent as you went up to the ceo's office on the top floor. jimin stood beside you staring straight ahead, his hands shoved into his pockets, thinking too hard.

then quietly he says, “if they ask me to deny it…”

your chest tightened. he didn’t finish but didn’t need to because suddenly you realized this meeting might change everything. the assistant outside the executive office stood with a clipboard and her phone in hand, your post most likely loaded up.

“they’re waiting.” she says calmly. the office doors opened and it wasn’t just the ceo. it was the legal team, pr and security. everyone looked serious.

the ceo folded his hands slowly. he looked exhausted already, then his eyes moved toward you and lingered. “…close the door.”

the ceo slid a printed photo across the table. your blood ran cold. it was a picture of you and jimin outside the hospital, taken tonight and timestamped.

underneath the picture was a handwritten note.

you weren’t supposed to choose her over us.

us?

the ceo leaned back slowly. “we received this twenty minutes ago.”

your pulse spiked. “how?”

“it was delivered.” the ceo replied. “one of the front desk assistants found it in an envelope addressed to me.”

security spoke next with a tight voice. “we reviewed cameras.”

your stomach twisted. “and?”

he hesitated before replying. “we lost them.”

“what do you mean lost them?”

“they entered through a staff entrance.”

cold flooded your chest. a staff entrance. how?

security continued, “they had a hoodie, but they had staff credentials to get in. most likely fake.”

the ceo sighed quietly rubbing at his forehead. “we have a larger issue. his eyes landed on jimin, then your post printed beside legal documents. “the relationship.”

jimin straightened slightly, almost protective. “what about it?”

“we’re being asked for statements.” pr slid a tablet across the table. the headlines were already spreading.

''JIMIN SECRET GIRLFRIEND EXPOSED''

''MYSTERY WOMAN CONFIRMED''

''HYBE SILENT AMID VIRAL POST''

“we can confirm,” legal said carefully, “or deny.”

jimin spoke immediately. “I’m not denying it.”

the room paused and the ceo looked at him carefully. “you understand what this means.”

“yes.” he replied firm and calm. “if people are getting hurt because someone’s using our relationship against us, i’m not pretending anymore.” your chest tightened unexpectedly.

your phone buzzed.

too loud in the silence. everybody couldn't help but notice.

unknown number: meeting going well?

you turned the screen slowly and the room changed instantly. security moved closer and the ceo stood. “how do they know?” he seemed on edge now, because nobody outside this room should know.

unknown number: i liked the old secret better.

unknown number: you’re making this messy.

jimin’s jaw flexed hard. detective han, who you somehow hadn’t noticed standing near the back wall stepped forward. “when did these start?”

you blinked. “…han?”

he nodded once, his expression unreadable. “I was called in fifteen minutes ago.” he looked at the phone, then the note and then the photo.

“as I've said before, this isn’t random escalation.”

everyone looked at him. han pointed once at the note.

you weren’t supposed to choose her over us.

“whoever this is…they’re emotionally attached.” he looked at jimin. “obsessively attached.” han reached for the note again and studied the handwriting.

“…interesting.”

your stomach dropped immediately. “what?”

han looked up slowly and for the first time he seemed genuinely unsettled. “i think i’ve seen this before.”

before anyone could ask what he meant the air suddenly felt too thick and too warm. your stomach twisted and the walls felt closer somehow; voices blurred together, security talking and pr whispering.

jimin was asking something but you couldn’t focus because suddenly you felt dizzy, really dizzy, like all the oxygen had disappeared. you stood too fast. “I just...” your voice came out quieter than intended. everyone looked over. “…i need air.”

jimin stood immediately. “I'll come.”

“no.” you said too quickly. you softened immediately. “just for a second.”

he looked unconvinced, worried already. “i’ll text you.”

reluctantly he nodded. “five minutes.”

when the rooftop doors opened cold air hit immediately. sharp and welcome. the city stretched endlessly below, seoul glowing beneath the dark sky. the traffic distant and tiny. the height made everything feel quieter.

for the first time all day you breathed, your hands resting against the railing and cold metal grounding you. your mind spiraled anyway.

kim.

namjoon.

the note.

you weren’t supposed to choose her over us.

us.

what did that even mean? one person? multiple? obsessive fans? staff? you rubbed at your face. you were tired.

behind you, the rooftop hummed softly. industrial vents rattling quietly in the wind, metal clinking every now and then. normal sounds. probably. you stayed there a few more minutes trying to calm down and trying not to think. then, clink.

your body stiffened immediately. the sound was small and metallic behind you near the vents. you turned slowly, but nothing, just shadows, ventilation systems, pipes and dark corners. it was empty.

your chest loosened slightly. it was the wind probably.

you looked away again, but another sound came. scrape.

quieter this time, but much closer. your stomach tightened and you turned again. nothing.

“hello?” silence, just wind and city noise. you hated how paranoid you’d become.

buzz.

your phone.

unknown number: you always run when things get hard.

you looked around again. nothing.

unknown number: roof suits you.

your breath caught. they knew where you were, of course they did.

clink.

louder, near the vents again. you turned too fast your heart pounding now. still nothing, but something felt off like someone had just moved.

hidden and watching.

unknown number: you should stop looking in the wrong places.

unknown number: i’m closer than that.

your pulse spiked painfully. you stepped backward instinctively toward the rooftop entrance, toward safety.

another sound: footsteps.

slow and deliberate, somewhere behind the vents. way too heavy to be wind, too steady. your throat tightened.

“who’s there?” nothing.

then, a faint metallic rattling. something lightly knocking against metal piping. closer. you turned and hurried toward the door, hand reaching immediately for the handle. you pulled but nothing.

you pulled again harder. the door was locked. “no!”

again, nothing. completely locked.

buzz. your phone lit up.

unknown number: don’t leave yet.

unknown number: we finally have privacy.

the rooftop suddenly felt enormous; too open, too empty and too exposed. you looked around again. nothing. and somehow that felt worse because someone was here, you knew they were.

another metallic sound. clink.

closer.

followed by slow footsteps.

“who’s there?” your voice came out thinner than intended.

silence.

then, a soft laugh. quiet and female, barely audible over the wind. your blood ran cold instantly. it came from near the vents, definitely near the vents. it was not your imagination. it was real. you backed up toward the locked door again, phone already in hand.

calling jimin.

ringing.

ringing.

nothing.

straight to voicemail. he was probably still in the meeting. shit. you dialed again anyway.

buzz.

unknown number: don’t call him.

unknown number: he never listens fast enough.

your breathing grew uneven. you typed quickly.

you: what do you want?

unknown number: i wanted to meet you properly.

another sound, closer now. footsteps scraping softly against concrete somewhere behind the vents, slow enough to feel deliberate like they wanted you nervous, wanted you listening. you looked around desperately. fire ladder? another exit? nothing, just open rooftop.

buzz.

unknown number: you know what's funny?

unknown number: you’ve seen me before.

unknown number: more than once.

your eyes darted across the rooftop trying to spot movement. a shadow, anything. but still nothing.

then movement. fastnear the far vent. a black hoodie, gone just as quickly. your breath caught.

“hey!” the word left before you could stop it.

stupid.

silence followed, then a phone vibration. not yours but somewhere nearby. close, hidden behind metal. you froze because suddenly they weren’t just here, they were close enough to hear you breathe.

buzz.

unknown number: warmer.

then the rooftop door behind you rattled violently. someone trying the handle from inside. jimin’s voice muffled through the metal. “open the door!” your chest nearly gave out in relief. “jimin!”

you turned and behind you another sound. close. footsteps right behind you and quietly almost at your ear, a female voice. soft and strangely calm, obsessively familiar somehow. “you really ruin everything, you know that?”

your back hit the metal rooftop door as the footsteps slowed. the clinking near the vents stopped completely.

your phone buzzed.

unknown number: turn around.

your stomach twisted violently.

slowly you did. nothing, just vents an cold air. an empty rooftop. you frowned, your heart still pounding.

because something about her felt familiar. too familiar. you couldn’t place it but the way she stood, the slight tilt of her shoulders, the careful posture. your breathing slowed unintentionally.

“…who are you?”

the woman stopped. she didn’t answer.

instead she raised her phone.

your phone buzzed.

unknown number: better.

your stomach dropped. “no…”

another step. the moonlight shifted around her and caught part of her face. your blood ran cold instantly because that wasn’t possible. your brain rejected it immediately, rejected what your eyes were seeing. “no.”

manager kim was dead, you saw the article. the police, the office, everything.

but there she stood. alive.

pale and tired with dark circles beneath her eyes. she wore the same careful makeup and same expression, except now something looked off like she hadn’t slept in weeks.

“you…” your voice barely came out.

kim smiled small and sad, almost relieved. “there you are.”

your body didn’t move. it couldn’t, because this made no sense.

“you’re..dead?''

“that’s what they think.”

your stomach churned violently. “no.”

“you were found-”

“a body was found.” she said matter-of-fact. “not mine.”

your pulse staggered. what?

jimin’s muffled voice echoed through the rooftop door. “open the door!” kim barely reacted. instead she looked tired, so unbelievably tired. “you really don’t get it,” she said quietly, her voice softer now.

your throat tightened. “then explain it.”

kim looked out over seoul for a second, the lights stretching below them. “I spent years protecting him.”

“I knew his schedules before he did sometimes. i covered scandals, hid injuries, made excuses when he was exhausted.” her eyes flickered toward you. “i watched him destroy himself for everyone.”

your stomach twisted because part of you understood, at least the exhaustion and the sacrifice.

but not this. never this.

kim continued. “and then you happened.”

“he smiled more.”

the words caught you off guard. “what?”

“he smiled more,” she repeated. “showed up distracted, wanted free time.” something bitter flickered through her expression. “started choosing himself.”

“you mean he was happy?”

that made something in her crack. “no. he was reckless.” her voice sharpened. “you made him reckless.”

“you think fans forgive things like this?” she asked quietly. “you think companies do?” she shook her head slowly. “one leak, one scandal or one mistake and suddenly people turn on him.”

her voice dropped softer. “I was protecting him.''

“so you stalked me?” you asked quietly.

“so i tested you.”

your stomach dropped.

“the notes. the tasks. the secrecy.” kim swallowed. “if you really loved him, you’d protect him too.”

“and kim?” your voice cracked slightly. “namjoon?”

pain flickered across her face. “I didn’t mean-”

she stopped and looked away. “we lost control.”

the rooftop suddenly felt colder. behind the door, another hard slam. “unlock the door!” jimin, he was desperate now. kim looked toward it again, her expression twisting briefly.

“he always chooses people over himself.”

buzz.

your phone lit up suddenly.

unknown number: wow.

unknown number: she really told you everything?

kim’s expression changed immediately.

“no…”

unknown number: you thought you were special?

kim stepped back, her face draining of color.

“no.”

unknown number: you were useful.

your pulse spiked and you looked up slowly. kim looked horrified.

“what…” your voice barely came out. kim shook her head immediately. “no.” more frantic now.

“no, that’s not possible.”

buzz.

unknown number: you really thought she was the only one watching?

kim looked toward the maintenance stairs immediately, panic taking over. “I need to go.”

“what?”

she turned quickly actually trying to leave.

“you’re not leaving!” adrenaline hit before thought. you grabbed her sleeve but kim jerked away immediately, hard.

“let go!”

“no!” she shoved your shoulder.

not enough to hurt but enough to stumble. fear replacing panic in her eyes. “I can’t be here!”

“kim-” she pushed past again, you grabbed her arm harder this time.

“let go!” the struggle turned messy fast. coat sleeves were ripped, hands slipping and scratching. real panic. kim trying to wrench free with you stumbling against metal railing. “stop!”

the rooftop door suddenly unlocked with a loud metallic click. both of you froze mid scramble as the door swung open, warm light spilling across the rooftop.

the ceo stepped out. calm, his hands resting at his sides and his expression unreadable.

for a second nobody moved. then quietly and firmly he spoke. “kim soojin.”

sharp enough to cut through the panic instantly. kim froze.

“sir-” her voice cracked, small now and afraid. the ceo sighed softly, almost disappointed. “you’re making this harder than it needs to be.”

why was he here? alone? where did jimin go?

you slowly stepped back eyes darting between them. ''it was the both of you, wasn't it?'' kim looked at the floor immediately, staying silent. the ceo adjusted his sleeves calmly. “we’ve known each other a long time.”

kim shook her head quickly, her voice trembling. “I didn’t tell her anything.”

“she figured it out herself.” the ceo hummed quietly like he was considering something, then looked at you. “you’ve been very curious lately.” your stomach dropped.

because that smile felt familiar somehow. the control, the wording, the tone.

your phone buzzed.

you looked down.

unknown number: finally.

you looked up. the ceo’s phone screen dimmed, the same notification glow. same timing. your blood ran cold.

no.

no way.

he slipped his phone calmly into his pocket, his expression unchanged.

then softly, almost amused, he spoke. “you really should’ve stayed secret.”

“she deserves answers,” kim said quietly.

deserves? like any of this was normal. the ceo nodded once. “there’s a maintenance shed,” he continued, motioning lightly toward the far side of the rooftop. “it's private.”

“no.” you said without thought. “no way.”

his expression barely shifted. “you can either keep guessing,” he said calmly, “or understand what’s actually been happening.”

he paused for a moment.

“and trust me…” his eyes flicked briefly toward your phone. “…you’ll want answers.”

your phone buzzed.

jimin: where are you?

jimin: i went to get security. answer me.

jimin: security says the roof door is unlocked now

you swallowed hard and the ceo noticed.

“go ahead,” he said firmly. “tell him you’re fine.”

everything about this felt wrong because you weren't fine, but you needed information. you needed to know.

slowly and carefully you typed.

you: im okay. just needed air.

sent.

you regretted it immediately. help was so close and somehow they still had control over you which made you feel pathetic.

before following them toward the maintenance shed your fingers slipped quietly into your coat pocket, your phone already there. your heart pounding too hard because something in your gut screamed:

you may not get another chance.

without looking you unlocked it, the brightness turned all the way down. after some fidgeting you shoved it deep into your pocket. silent and hidden.

the rooftop shed was a small maintenance storage with dim overhead lighting buzzing faintly above and metal shelves lined with cleaning supplies and dusty equipment. the air smelled stale and industrial.

there was one folding table and one chair. it was too enclosed and private for your liking. you wondered if this was where kim has been hiding out.

the ceo locked the door behind him and your stomach tightened immediately. click.

kim stayed near the wall with her arms folded tightly around herself. she was avoiding eye contact now. the ceo sighed quietly. “questions,” he said simply, like this was a business meeting.

you swallowed hard. “what the hell is this?”

“the relationship,” he said carefully, “was becoming a liability.”

your stomach dropped. “what?”

he folded his hands neatly. “you think companies don’t calculate risk?” there was a soft vibration against your thigh. “jimin is valuable,” he continued. the wording was cold. a valuable, not a human.

“kim became… emotionally compromised.”

kim flinched beside him, looking ashamed. “she cared too much.”

your eyes moved between them. “you stalked me.”

kim looked away her voice quieter now. “at first i just watched.” your pulse spiked. “at first?”

she swallowed. “I found out about the relationship months ago.”

your chest tightened. “how?”

“schedules, duh... i noticed patterns.” her voice cracked slightly. “long nights, changed routines, excuses.” she laughed once. “you looked happy with him.” that sounded resentful and devastated. the ceo continued calmly. “she struggled separating personal attachment from professional responsibility.”

“you threatened me.”

kim nodded once, barely. “I wanted you scared. I thought if i made you understand what secrecy costs…” she stopped, voice shaking. “…you’d leave.” your phone buzzed quietly, hidden beneath fabric.

jimin: where are you?

jimin: the roof door is unlocked now.

jimin: security can’t find the ceo either.

they were looking. you decided to keep talking. you looked back up. “what about namjoon?”

“an unfortunate complication.” the ceo replied. ''that wasn't apart of the plan until the dimwit kim blackmailed into following you around the award show got brave and attacked namjoon.''

kim looked sick immediately. “I didn’t want that,” she whispered. “I swear.”

''how the hell did you know what we were saying or doing in the moment?!'' your eyebrows furrowed together as you asked.

''you're much younger than me and you don't know about hidden cameras?'' kim scoffed humorously, ''the company just has the funds to get their hands on extremely good quality ones. I recommend getting rid of your TV.'' she said, before going quiet.

“what happened to you kim?” you asked suddenly. their expressions shifted. manager kim was supposedly dead and yet she was standing just a few feet away from you, alive. you didn't get the benefit of that at all.

the ceo sighed quietly like the answer should be obvious. “convenience.”

your stomach twisted. “what?”

“the death was useful.”

your breathing stopped briefly. “she disappeared.” he motioned lightly toward kim. “people stopped asking questions eventually and it made it easier for her to track you.”

kim looked horrified now. “I didn’t know it would go that far.”

“he said no one would get hurt.”

the ceo looked annoyed instantly. your fingers tightened subtly in your pocket. the ceo straightened. “you’ve seen too much.” your stomach dropped because suddenly the room changed. he wasn’t explaining anymore, he was deciding. your hand moved toward the door immediately. “I’m leaving.”

“no.” a simple and firm no.

you grabbed the handle anyway. it was locked, of course. panic flared. “what are you gonna do? keep me here?”

the ceo stepped closer. “If you go public…you destroy jimin.”

he paused for a moment. “or worse.”

there it was, threat. a real threat.

kim looked visibly uncomfortable now. “sir maybe we should-”

“no.”

your phone buzzed again.

jimin: please answer me.

you shoved your phone quickly back deeper into your pocket. “I’m not staying here.” you shoved past. the ceo grabbed your wrist immediately, his grip strong. “let go of me!” you shouted as panic rose to your throat.

kim stepped in. “stop!” everything turned messy fast. there was shoving and voices raised, the metal shelves rattling loudly as you twisted and turned out of the ceo's grip.

he came for you full force, wrapping his arms around you and picking you up in a threatening bear hug. you squirmed and screamed as kim protested from the other side of the room like a coward.

you kicked at his knee causing him to stumble backwards. you escaped his grip and you pushed again, hard, and then the sounds of heavy footsteps outside and voices began to fill your ears.

the shed door burst open. it was detective han and the police with security, the screaming basically led them to the commotion. “hands where i can see them!” the ceo froze. kim immediately stepped back, crying now. “I didn’t mean-” han moved fast, his eyes flicking to you instantly. “you okay?”

your chest heaved and slowly you pulled your phone from your pocket. the voice memo still recording, the red dot glowing.

voice memo:

04:17:42

your hand shook slightly. “…i got everything.”

behind him the ceo stayed unnervingly calm while officers secured his hands, like this was temporary and manageable. he looked at you once. then quietly began to speak. “that recording won’t save him.”

jimin moved before anyone else could. “what the hell does that mean?” han stepped between them instantly. “not now.”

the ceo only smiled slightly. small and knowing. it was pissing you off. kim finally spoke through shaky breaths her eyes red and mascara ruined. “I didn’t want this.”

nobody answered because how were you even supposed to respond to that? namjoon, the threats, weeks of fear, the games?

han motioned toward the officers. “take them.”

the ceo walked without resistance. Kim didn’t, she hesitated and looked back at you once, her expression cracked open completely now.

“i really did care about him.”

your throat tightened unexpectedly because somehow you believed that part despite everything. they were gone and the rooftop suddenly felt too quiet.

your legs nearly gave out but jimin caught you immediately, both hands steadying your waist. “hey.”

“look at me." you did but barely. and the second you really looked at him something cracked. all of it hit at once. your eyes burned instantly. “I’m so tired,” you whispered, your voice shaking.

“I know." he pulled you closer against his chest, one hand at the back of your head holding you there, like he needed proof you were safe and alive. “you’re okay.” he said softly, more for himself than you.

han approached again. “we’ll need statements.”

your stomach sank, of course. “we also need the recording.” he looked between both of you, his expression serious. “…but before that.”

“we found something.”

“what?” han hesitated which immediately made everything worse.

“the ceo wasn’t acting alone.”

of course he wasn’t. kim was proof of that alone, but who else could be involved? han sighed quietly. “we recovered devices from his office; folders, photos, even videos.”

“…how many people knew?”

han looked uncomfortable. “we’re still figuring that out.”

jimin went completely still beside you, his jaw tightening at the new information. “no more secrets,” he said quietly.

the questioning lasted hours or maybe it only felt that way. time blurred after the rooftop and after the shed, after realizing none of this had actually been paranoia. you weren’t crazy.

someone had been watching.

someone had been following.

someone had been controlling things.

you sat across from detective han in one of hybe’s smaller conference rooms, cold water untouched beside you and hands wrapped around the sleeves of jimin’s hoodie he’d draped over your shoulders.

outside the room jimin paced, occasionally glancing through the glass, refusing to leave.

han noticed and gave a small smile. “he’s worried.” you looked down.“…i know.” han opened a notebook, his voice gentler now. “start from the beginning.”

so you did. the first text, the weird feeling, the tasks, the ring, the notes, the fake venue staff, the hotel, namjoon, Kim, everything. every ugly detail. han barely interrupted, just listened and scribbled notes, occasionally asking for clarification.

“when did you realize kim might be involved?”

“what exactly did the venue worker say?”

“did the ceo ever directly threaten you before tonight?”

hours. actual hours.

at some point coffee arrived, cold by the time either of you touched it. then finally; the voice memo. han listened through headphones, his expression changing slowly: first surprise, then disbelief and then quiet satisfaction. because it was all there. kim confessing, the ceo threatening. the manipulation, the cover-up, the fake death, the relationship interference. all of it.

when it ended han removed the headphones slowly, sat back and exhaled. “…you got lucky.”

your stomach dropped. “what do you mean?”

“i mean with the recording.” he tapped the phone lightly. “If you hadn’t done this?”

he paused. ''this would’ve turned into power versus accusation.”

the cold reality made your chest tighten because he was right. they were powerful, wealthy and connected. han continued. “this?” he held up the phone slightly. “this is court-level evidence.”

real evidence. “you did the smartest thing possible.”

“the ceo won’t buy his way out of this, the recording’s too strong.”

your shoulders loosened slightly, just slightly. for the first time in weeks things felt real. han stood slowly. “we’ll still need your cooperation.”

he paused. “but…” his expression softened slightly. “…you can finally stop looking over your shoulder.”

8 months later

“breaking developments continue in what media outlets have labeled the hybe stalking scandal.” the television played softly in the living room, the morning sunlight spilling through the apartment windows.

it was warm and peaceful. finally. something that had once felt impossible was on screen, photos flashed in full display.

kim and the former ceo.

people were still discussing your relationship with jimin online. some fans were angry but most were supportive and happy, which made up for all the crappy people in your comments. nothing they said would amount to the things kim and hybe's ceo put you through.

the headlines online were still going crazy and the recent arrest of the CEO made all of the drama pop up on your timelines again.

FORMER HYBE CEO SENTENCED IN STALKING & CONSPIRACY CASE

EX-MANAGER KIM SOOJIN RECEIVES REDUCED SENTENCE AFTER COOPERATION

the reporter on screen continued:

“following months of investigation, prosecutors confirmed extensive harassment, unlawful surveillance, coercion, and conspiracy involving multiple staff members. Court evidence included private recordings obtained by the victim, which legal experts called ‘critical to securing conviction.’”

your stomach still twisted hearing it even now, months later.

the reporter continued:

“kim soojin reportedly cooperated extensively with investigators, revealing internal misconduct and illegal surveillance networks tied to entertainment staff access.”

the reporter paused before continuing.

“meanwhile, the former ceo was sentenced following charges including intimidation, obstruction, and criminal conspiracy.”

you muted the t because you’d heard enough. enough interviews, enough articles and enough strangers discussing the worst weeks of your life.

soft footsteps approached behind you. you felt warm hands settle on your shoulders. jimin. he looked sleepy with his messy hair. he was still half awake.

“you watching that again?” quiet teasing. you leaned back against him slightly. “it came on.”

he hummed softly, his chin resting on your shoulder.

home. that word still felt new because eight months later you lived together now. quiet mornings, shared groceries, laundry arguments and late-night takeout with his hoodies somehow permanently becoming yours. this was something steady and safe for once.

jimin pressed a soft kiss against the side of your head. “all over now.”

you looked down at the promise ring back on your finger. the same one the stalker failed to take forever. you were so happy when the detectives had retrieved it during the search of kim's house.

“…yeah.” and for the first time in a long time you actually believed it.

you turned off the television completely, the sudden silence filling the room as jimin's hands gently squeezed your shoulders. his thumbs traced small circles against your skin, a comforting rhythm that had become second nature to him when sensing your tension.

"come back to bed," he murmured against your hair, his voice still thick with sleep. "it's too early for all that noise."

you nodded, letting him help you up from the couch. as you stood, his arm wrapped naturally around your waist, pulling you close. the familiar scent of him filled your senses, grounding you in the present.

in the bedroom, morning light filtered through the blinds, casting soft stripes across the rumpled sheets. you had both fallen asleep watching a movie last night, evidence of which still played on the laptop perched precariously on the nightstand.

jimin guided you toward the bed, his movements unhurried. "you're thinking too loud," he whispered, turning you to face him. his eyes, still soft with sleep, searched yours. "what's going on in that pretty head of yours?"

you reached up to smooth his messy hair, your fingers tangling in the soft strands. "just... everything. nothing. i don't know." you sighed. "sometimes it feels like I should be more... fixed than I am."

his expression softened with understanding. "there's no timeline for healing, love." he captured your hand in his, bringing your palm to his lips. "you're here. you're safe. you're with me. that's what matters."

he kissed your palm, then your wrist, then the inside of your elbow, his lips trailing a path of warmth up your arm. when he reached your shoulder, he paused, his breath ghosting across your skin.

"let me help you forget," he murmured, his voice dropping to that deeper register that never failed to send shivers down your spine.

you tilted your head back, exposing your neck to him. "please."

his lips met yours in a soft kiss that quickly deepened, all the unspoken reassurance and affection passing between you. his hands slid down your back, settling on your waist as he pulled you against him. you could feel his heart beating against your chest, steady and strong.

"jimin," you breathed against his mouth.

"shh," he replied, guiding you backward until your legs hit the edge of the bed. "just feel."

he lowered you onto the mattress, following you down, his body covering yours in a way that felt both protective and intimate. his kisses grew more deliberate, more passionate, as his hands explored your body with a familiarity that still managed to feel new and exciting each time.

your fingers tangled in his hair as his lips moved along your jaw, down your neck, pausing to linger in the hollow of your throat. you arched against him, a soft sigh escaping your lips as his hands slipped beneath your shirt, his warm palms spreading across your back.

"better?" he whispered against your skin.

you could only nod, words failing you as sensation took over. he chuckled softly, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through you. his fingers traced the hem of your shirt before slowly lifting it, his eyes meeting yours as he exposed your stomach, your ribs, until the fabric was gathered beneath your arms.

"you're so beautiful," he murmured, his gaze sweeping over you with an intensity that made your cheeks flush. "every part of you."

he lowered his head, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your stomach, his tongue darting out to taste your skin. you squirmed beneath him, your hands gripping his shoulders as he continued his exploration, taking his time as if memorizing every curve, every dip of your body.

when he finally removed your shirt completely, you felt no vulnerability, only the overwhelming certainty that you were safe, cherished and loved. his eyes never left yours as he reached behind you to unhook your bra, his fingers deft and practiced.

"jimin," you whispered, reaching for him.

he leaned down to kiss you again, deeper this time, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands roamed freely across your now bare skin. you responded in kind, your own hands slipping beneath his t-shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin, the hard muscles of his back and shoulders.

he broke the kiss long enough to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it aside before returning to you. Tthe sight of him; his toned chest, his smooth skin, the way his muscles shifted as he moved still took your breath away.

"touch me," he murmured, guiding your hands to his chest.

your fingers traced the lines of his muscles, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath your palm. he closed his eyes, leaning into your touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips. you took advantage of his distraction, rolling suddenly so that you were on top, straddling his hips.

his eyes flew open in surprise, then darkened with desire as he looked up at you. "well now," he murmured, his hands settling on your waist. "what do we have here?"

you leaned down, your hair falling around his face as you kissed him, taking control in a way that still felt new but empowering. his response was immediate, his hands tightening on your waist as he returned the kiss with equal passion.

you broke away, trailing kisses down his neck, across his chest, pausing to pay special attention to the sensitive spots you knew drove him wild. his soft groans and the way his body tensed beneath you were your reward, spurring you on.

you continued your downward journey, your lips and tongue mapping his torso until you reached the waistband of his pajama pants. you looked up at him, finding his eyes dark with anticipation, his lips slightly parted.

"please," he breathed, his voice husky with need.

you smiled, taking your time as you slowly lowered his pants, revealing him inch by inch. when he was completely bare before you, you took a moment to simply appreciate the sight of him; beautiful, vulnerable and completely yours.

you lowered your head, pressing a soft kiss to his inner thigh, feeling him tremble beneath you. his hands tangled in your hair as you continued your exploration, your mouth moving closer to where he clearly wanted it most.

"baby," he gasped when you finally took him into your mouth, his hips rising instinctively to meet you.

you took your time, enjoying his responses, the way his breath hitched, the soft curses that fell from his lips. you could feel his control slipping, his movements becoming more erratic as you brought him closer to the edge.

just as he was about to lose control completely, you pulled back, earning a frustrated groan. you laughed softly, climbing back up his body to straddle him again.

"tease," he accused, though his eyes sparkled with amusement and desire.

"you love it," you countered, leaning down to kiss him.

he responded eagerly, his hands sliding down your back to grip your hips, positioning you exactly where he wanted you. you sank down slowly, taking him inside you inch by inch, both of you gasping at the sensation.

for a moment, you simply stayed still, adjusting to the feeling of fullness, of connection. jimin's hands moved restlessly across your back, his eyes locked on yours, his expression one of pure adoration.

"move for me," he whispered, his voice strained with emotion.

you began to move, slowly at first, finding a rhythm that felt right. his hands guided your hips, encouraging you, praising you with soft words and kisses. the pace gradually increased, the room filling with the sounds of your pleasure; soft moans, whispered names, the rhythm of your bodies moving together.

he shifted suddenly, rolling you onto your back without breaking your connection. now he was above you, his movements more deliberate, more controlled as he drove you both toward the edge. his eyes never left yours, even as his control began to fray, his breath coming in harsh pants.

"cum with me," he gasped, his hand slipping between your bodies to find that sensitive bundle of nerves that would push you over the edge.

you cried out as pleasure washed over you, your body arching against his as waves of ecstasy pulsed through you. he followed moments later, his body tensing above you as he found his own release, your name falling from his lips like a prayer.

for long moments afterward, you simply lay together, tangled in each other's arms, your bodies still humming with pleasure. jimin's weight was a comfort, his steady breathing against your neck a reminder that you were safe, cherished, home.

when he finally shifted to roll beside you, you protested softly, already missing his warmth. he chuckled, pulling you into his arms, your head resting on his chest.

"jimin?" you whispered after a while.

"hmm?"

"I love you."

he tightened his arms around you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "I love you too, more than you'll ever know."

a few hours later you stirred awake, the afternoon sun peaking through the blinds. jimin's spot was empty next to you but you heard him rustling around in the living room. curious, you got up and checked on him.

''hello sleepy head.'' he said as he noticed you. he sat at the dining table organizing papers. you sat across from him, your phone face up on the table beside his.

''I went to namjoons house earlier.'' jimin said. ''how is he doing?'' you ask, tilting your head. ''better. he can dance again, but now he won't stop.'' jimin said with a chuckle as he shook his head. ''you know staying home has been driving him crazy, it doesn't surprise me.''

''well he's supposed to call me after he takes his medicine.''

then, buzz.

both phones lit up at the exact same time.

''maybe that's him?'' you say, glancing over at your phone.

hidden number: miss me?

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your name was written messily across the front. jimin crouched beside you first. “what the hell…”

you carefully peeled it off and opened it slowly. to your surprise nothing but a folded piece of paper sat inside.

put the promise ring inside.

“…what?” your stomach dropped.

jimin leaned closer, read it once and then again. his expression darkened instantly. a buzz.

unknown number: put the ring in the envelope. unknown number:

then walk away.

your fingers instinctively curled slightly. the promise ring caught the hotel light, still warm against your skin. still new. jimin noticed and his expression softened briefly, then hardened again.

“nope, absolutely not.”

another buzz.

unknown number: he really hates instructions.

unknown number: that’s dangerous.

his hand found yours instantly, thumb brushing lightly over the ring.

“i just gave this to you.”

your throat tightened. “jimin, kim—”

his jaw flexed hard because you were right, that was the problem. kim was dead.

another buzz.

unknown number: three minutes.

unknown number: i wonder if detective han sleeps heavily.

your blood ran cold. jimin saw it too.

“okay,'' jimin hesitated, ''put it in.”

you looked at him immediately. “…what?”

his expression tightened. “i hate this.” he swallowed hard. “but i’m not risking someone else.” your fingers trembled slightly as you touched the ring. the tiny sparkle catching under the hotel lights. you hated this too.

still, slowly, you slid it off your finger. your chest tightened embarrassingly fast like something important was being ripped away. jimin looked worse, he stood to the side watching quietly his jaw tight with irritation.

you placed the ring into the envelope.

another buzz.

unknown number: good.

unknown number: leave it at the door.

another.

unknown number: walk away.

you placed the envelope carefully against room 1408.

stood straight and took one step back, then another. jimin stayed close beside you waiting and watching.

the hallway stayed silent for a few moments. then, buzz.

unknown number: see?

unknown number: that wasn’t so hard.

unknown number: he looked sad when you took it off.

sunlight spilled through the hotel curtains in soft streaks, casting a pale yellow glow into the room. it should’ve felt peaceful but instead the room felt rather heavy. jimin barely slept which you had noticed. every time you stirred, he was awake staring at the ceiling, checking his phone and thinking.

by the time checkout came around, neither of you had said much. the drive back toward seoul felt unusually quiet. the city slowly returned around you. the traffic, morning commuters and coffee shops opening felt familiar.

normal life continuing like nothing had happened. jimin sat beside you in the backseat. his arms folded like he was deep in thought as he stared out of the window, his jaw tense.