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“I thought you would be a dude,” He mumbles after a long pause, looking you over in confusion. Your nostrils flare as you rescind your hand before Jungkook can even move to shake it.

“And why is that?” You fold your arms in front of your chest. You have faced incredulity before from a plethora of men - and women - about your chosen career path. Most women and minority groups in STEM fields have. It is part of the reason why you have forgone the route of lab work like a number of your fellow doctoral graduates in favor of high school education. You want your young students to feel empowered to become epidemiologists and astronauts and brain surgeons no matter their gender, their race, their sexual orientation. 

And you want to eradicate the exact kind of reaction that Jungkook is giving you. Your glare is ice cold and absolute as you pin it on him. Kim Namjoon, your principal, is facepalming from beside this new boy and is looking at you with pleading eyes to diffuse the situation. But, fuck that noise.

“I-I don’t know?” Jungkook finally blurts out, running a strong hand through his mess of chocolate brown hair, “I’m sorry, (Y/n).” His cheeks are flushed prettily, and you almost cave. You almost assure this Jungkook that his remark is nothing new. You almost begin to picture tugging him into the hidden closet on the third floor and— You cut off that train of thought. 

“That’s Dr. (Y/l/n) to you, Mr. Jeon,” You turn to leave, pausing briefly to look at the duo of men over your shoulder, “Welcome to Bangtan High School.” With that, you stalk down the corridor. Your heels clicking emphatically as you leave the infuriatingly handsome and ignorant new hire in your dust.

You miss the longing sigh and the heart eyes that Jungkook sends after you. You miss Namjoon placing a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder and saying, “You royally fucked up, kid.” And you miss the way Jungkook scrunches his nose and pouts forlornly, “I know…”

The beginning of the school year arrives the following week. On the first day, you make sure to pick an impeccable first day outfit that screams ‘I’m a fucking badass bitch, and I will end sexism as we know it’. Of course, it’s an impossible task for any outfit to achieve, but your knee length black dress and black Louboutin heels come pretty damn close.

When you enter the doors of the high school at 6:30am, you look ready to kill. And when you lay eyes on Jeon Jungkook exiting the teacher’s lounge with a steaming hot mug of coffee looking like a snack, you think you just might. As soon as you start down the hallway towards him, Jungkook looks up at you and subsequently chokes.

You smirk, maybe you wouldn't have to get your hands dirty after all. “Morning, Jeon,” You sashay past him to enter the lounge he just exited. Unfortunately, he follows.

“G-good morning, Dr. (Y/l/n),” Jungkook says softly from your side as you prepare your own cup of caffeinated bliss, “I wanted to apologize for last week.” 

You face him, eyebrows raised as you wait for him to continue. He blushes under your undivided attention and mumbles, “I’m really sorry. I realize that I sounded like a complete sexist asshole, and that isn’t me. I hope we can start over?”

God, he’s giving you the most adorable puppy-dog eyes you’ve ever seen. His curls are in complete disarray once again with one falling just so perfectly over his forehead. It’s honestly unfair that he looks this good at this infernal hour. Just for that alone, you let him sweat for a few more minutes as you turn back to finish making your coffee.

Finally, you address him, “Apology accepted.” He smiles widely, his eyes gleaming, and he opens his mouth to say something. You can’t have that. You place a finger over his plush lips and move closer to him, “But let me just say this. If you ever, ever say something like that in front of my kids, I will end you.” You grin wickedly up at him as you try to ignore just how good his lips feel under your finger and how much better they would feel on your—

“Good morning, Jungkook! Good morning, (Y/n)!” Vice Principal Kim Seokjin scurries into the teacher’s lounge somehow looking like he just woke up and stepped off the runway at New York Fashion Week simultaneously. “Happy first day of school!”

You pull your hand away from Jungkook’s mouth, grab your coffee, and head towards the door. “Back at you, Jin. Bye, Jeon,” You kick open the door with your heel and shoot them a small smile on your way out.

You miss the way that Jungkook adjusts himself in his low slung track pants. You miss the way Jin shakes his head amusedly after your departure and tells Jungkook, “That one’s a hurricane wrapped in a deceivingly cute package.” And you miss the way Jungkook nods absentmindedly as he licks his lips, ideas forming in his head…

The first weeks of school always fly by for you with new faces to learn, new courses to prepare, new material to deliver. You love every minute that you spent with your students. 

But, you hate every last second that you spend hearing about the amazing new P.E. teacher and how handsome and sweet he is. It seems that everyone, aside from you, is completely whipped for Jungkook. Even your own students bring him up in your classroom, telling you about the new physical fitness regimen he has them on and raving about how cute he is. 

Don’t even get you started on how much you despise seeing Jungkook in the hallways, in the teacher’s lounge, in the cafeteria. He seems to be everywhere you go, almost as if he tracks your location. He even pops his head into your classroom during your free period to say a shy, soft ‘hello, Dr. (Y/l/n)’ that sends you into a feral state each time.

Fuck, what is it about him that makes you go insane? One day last week you had even walked past the gym and had stopped dead in your tracks at the sight of a sweaty Jungkook wiping his face with the hem of his t-shirt. It had been a whole lot of abs and a whole lot more fuel for your fantasies. 

It absolutely doesn’t help that you constantly catch him staring at you - your body, your legs, your mouth. You had even overheard him ranting to the media teacher Kim Taehyung about how sexy you are when you ignore him, how he wants you to like him, how he longs to please you.

You are at the absolute end of your tether - especially because you and Jungkook are supposed to begin constructing the Sex Ed. curriculum together soon. Just the thought of discussing anything sexual with the boy gives you way too many dirty ideas. You decide that you might as well just rip the bandaid off so to speak, and so the next time you spot that curly head of his wandering past your classroom after school, you gesture for him to come in with your pointer finger.

Jungkook’s eyes widen as he stumbles into your classroom. “Shut the door, please,” You say, getting up from your desk chair. 

“Am I in trouble?” He jokes as he follows your orders. You glare at the tempting expanse of his back, his tapered waist, his tight ass.

And so you cannot resist teasing him. “Hm, do you want to be in trouble with me, Jeon?” You smirk at him as he faces you once again, his throat bobbing as he swallows.

“Maybe,” Jungkook mumbles. He fiddles with one of the rings on his fingers, a nervous habit no doubt. 

You slowly walk towards him, your hips swaying. Stopping inches away from him, you grab his hand to stop his movements, “You’re a restless little boy, aren’t you?” You flip his palm over and place your hand in his, reveling in the size difference. 

“W-what are you doing, Dr. (Y/l/n)?” Jungkook looks at you like he isn’t sure if he should run or kneel at your feet. You hope you can convince him to choose the latter.

You shift closer to him still and bring your mouth to his ear, “I’m playing with you, Jungkook.” 

A whine bubbles up from his throat, “Say my name again. Please. I’ll do anything.”

You drop his hand and step away from him. Moving back to your desk, you prop yourself up on it and cross your legs. Your pencil skirt rides up just enough to show the garters of your tights. Jungkook chokes. You grin.

“I know you will, Jeon,” You continue to smile as he scowls at the use of his last name, “I heard what you said to Tae. You want to please me?”

Rather than be embarrassed like you thought, Jungkook swiftly approaches you and sinks to your feet. How divine. He gazes up at you with a mix of lust and hope, “Yes, more than anything, Dr. (Y/l/n).”

You slowly uncross your legs, giving him a glimpse of the lace that lies underneath your skirt. “Call me (y/n).”

His eyes widen further than you thought possible as he nibbles on his lip, “O-okay, (y/n).”

“Good boy,” You purr, reaching out to run your fingers through his hair. Jungkook leans into your touch, sighing.

Hesitantly, he looks up at you, his pupils blown out, “Can I touch you, (y/n)?”

“I suppose,” The words barely pass your lips before his hands are on you. His touch is tentative at first, running his hands slowly up your calves. He surprises you by placing a soft kiss to the inside of your knee, and for once you’re mad at yourself for wearing your favorite garter set. 

His touch becomes more assured as he moves higher, his fingers digging into your thighs, his mouth placing hot kisses higher and higher. And before he can move his fingers over your panties, you tug his head back with your hand tangled in his hair.

“I don’t think I gave you permission to touch me there, Jungkook,” You frown, feigning disappointment.

His pout is fierce in response, “But, (y/n), you’re so wet. You smell so good. Please let me taste you. Let me make you come. I’ll make you feel good, I promise. Please.” 

“Oh, I don’t know,” You sigh, “I can just call someone else who I already know will make me come hard.”

Jungkook bites your inner thigh, and you moan before you can stop yourself.

“You’re mine,” He glares up at you, “You’re my scary smart noona. Your orgasms belong to me.”

You push him backwards by placing the sole of your heel on his forehead, “And when was this decided? And why was I not consulted?”

“It was decided as soon as you looked at me,” Jungkook says like that should have been common knowledge, “And I didn’t tell you because I thought you would reject me.”

“And you don’t think I’ll still reject you?” You arch an eyebrow.

“No,” Jungkook grins, his hand coming up to grab your ankle, “I think you like me.” He tugs your leg over his shoulder, bringing you closer to him. His gaze flicks between your pussy and your eyes.

You roll your eyes at him, “You’re so infuriating. I can’t understand why I like you, but I do. Despite your terrible first impression, your annoyingly cute ass has gotten my attention.”

Jungkook’s grin is blinding, “So you do like me!”

“Against my better judgement,” You sigh, your lips twitching as you can’t help but stare fondly down at the smiling boy between your legs. “Now, are you going to please me, baby? Or just stare?”

Jungkook lunges forward, hitching your thigh further over his shoulder and pushing your underwear to the side. Barely pausing to breathe, his hot mouth is on you, closing over your clit without warning. You hum in pleasure, and Jungkook pauses to grin up at you. 

“So responsive, noona,” The honorific rolling off his tongue, “And you taste so delicious. You’re so wet for me—”

You groan, “Jungkook, for the love of god, shut up and make me come.”

Jungkook sends you one last shit-eating grin before his tongue returns to lick at your pussy, up and down. His mouth finally returns to your clit, sucking it between his lips and swirling his tongue around it. 

Your hand once again winds its way into his curls, pushing him harder against you. He moans into your pussy.

The sight of the boy you’ve lusted after and slightly hated for so long being tongue deep in your pussy practically pushes you over the edge already. God, why hadn’t you done this sooner? You think to yourself as Jungkook brings his fingers up to your folds and parts them.

His tongue sinks into you, your hips buck slightly against his face. His other hand comes around to steady you - and to grab your ass. Jungkook’s tongue flicks in and out of you, and you feel the heat building up. 

“Jungkook,” You moan, hand tugging at his hair, “Harder, baby.”

Your words have their desired effect as he replaces his tongue with two of his fingers and places his mouth back on your clit. You moan as his fingers curl inside you, the rings cool to the touch as they brush your walls. You come with a gasp. Jungkook continues to fuck you with his fingers and his mouth, carrying you through your orgasm.

He licks up everything you give him, and when you gently push him off you, he licks his fingers clean. “Well?” Jungkook leans back on his heels, “Are you going to need to call anyone else after I made you come like that?”

“That depends,” You laugh, “Are you going to keep making me come like that?”

Jungkook nods, his gaze dead serious as he says, “(Y/n), noona, you’re never getting rid of me after that.”

“Oh my,” You tease, “Whatever did I get myself into?”

And his answering smile is breathtaking.

“Now, please,” she said sternly. 

The trek back to the dining area was dreadful. It wasn’t far, yet your sluggish steps made it seem further away. 

Taehyung wasn’t difficult to spot. 

He sat at a table to the side, a small smile on his lips as he listened to his friends converse around him. He wasn’t talking, but he was still attentive. Envy rose in your chest as you involuntarily stared at his side profile. 

He enraptured you. 

Even after the heated argument that left you parting ways, he still found a way to weave a string around you. No matter how hard you tugged or sawed at the twine, you always found yourself here,  pondering the what if’s and reshaping the event in your mind. 

“Can you take these to table three?” Your coworker questioned and shoved two plates in your hands. You jumped at the sudden voice, nearly ruining the food displayed. Your coworker sent you a scowl as they examined their precious presentation before leaving you. 

Grudgingly, you shuffled your way to table three. With a faux smile, you set down the plates and asked if they needed anything else. Thankfully, they didn’t. 

Because of your everlasting luck, another waiter blocked your way to home base. Your eyes scanned the quaint bistro quickly, cursing inwardly when you realized the only open path was to past table seven; the same table Taehyung sat at with his friends. You hated the way you wished you were sitting next to him. 

You could wait until your original path cleared, but your worker from before was gesturing for you to pick up another order. With a deep breath, you ducked your chin and began your swift steps. It wasn’t until the faintest of touches grazed your forearm that you halted.

Your wishful thinking that it would be a random customer was shattered when you heard his velvet voice.

“Excuse me, is it possible for us to get more sauce?”

No. 

No, it wasn’t possible to get more sauce. It wasn’t possible to get anything from you.

A hand reached out to gently touch your arm, unwillingly catching your attention.

“Are you o-”

“No, I’m not okay,” you huffed and tore your arm away, feeling that tightness in your chest unraveling. It didn’t take long for Taehyung to register your voice.

“Yn?”

The simple way he murmured your name had you wishing you never met him. Never met Kim Taehyung, who befriended you because you were the loner in kindergarten. Kim Taehyung, who is so even-tempered that he didn’t even raise his voice at you the last time you saw him.

Somehow your gaze shifted to his. You knew that was a mistake the moment the corner of his eyes softened when they found yours. The walls of the bistro were suddenly replaced with his tan ones in his room a year ago.

Your screams echoed in your ears, mixed with his smooth voice trying to calm you. You weren’t listening, however. He was replacing you and gaining everything—popularity, friends, lead roles in musicals. The more he gained, the more you lost. He was no longer your Taehyung, but the Taehyung.

Everyone knew his name.

Everyone wanted to befriend him.

Although you had told him you didn’t want to hear his reassuring words, you did. You wanted him to promise you to spend more time with you. You wanted to be selfish and keep him in your bubble. The nagging voice had told you it was because of your evolving feelings toward him. That was impossible though. You weren’t falling for his stupidly handsome face. You didn’t listen to that voice, either. You simply didn’t want him to leave you behind. But perhaps you pushed too far because instead of telling you he would always be there for you, he told you to leave if you wanted.

Your pride held you back from apologizing weeks later. Instead, you fabricated every reason to loathe him.

The tan walls of his room came tumbling down like an uneven Janga tower, his dark eyes coming back into focus and pulling you from the memory. The order you were supposed to grab was far from your mind as you careened out of the building. A chilly breeze slapped your burning face instantly. You welcomed the cool air despite your short-sleeved shirt.

The pounding of your beating heart concealed the jingling of the door opening.

“Yn,” the deep voice repeated. Startled, you took a step from him and ignored the way the wind ruffled his soft curls. No, you didn’t want to run your fingers through his hair. That would be deranged. Almost as crazy as your urge to wrap your arms around his neck to feel his comforting hold. Would it still be comforting?

Scowling at your thoughts, your eyes widened as you gazed up at him, heart tightening when you realized he did what you wanted him to do a year ago.

He followed you.

When you didn’t respond, he continued, “I think we’re overdue for a talk.”

“We don’t need to talk. We’ve had our talk,” you rambled as you shook your head. When were you going to stop lying to yourself?

You watched as he ran his tongue along his lower lip before he spoke. That damn habit of his.

“You’re telling me that’s past you now?” He asked, humor almost gracing his tone that made you want to shove him on his ass.

“Of course,” you grumbled. For some reason, your grumpy response caused his lips to twitch into a miniature version of his classic boxy smile. It only had you deepening your scowl.

His expression turned solemn quickly. “I wished you didn’t listen to me.”

Your eyebrow furrowed in question.

“When I told you you could leave,” he explained, “I wish you didn’t leave.”

The number of times you opened and closed your mouth probably had you looking like a fish out of water. Taehyung, however, was patient. 

“I-I wish you didn’t replace me,” you replied, voice shaky. He began shaking his head before you could finish your sentence. 

“I was never replacing you, Yn,” he sighed—not out of annoyance but from dejection. “I always came back to you. I wasn’t going to leave you.”

You wanted to argue and claim that was false; however, that would put you in last year’s situation again. Instead, you allowed yourself time to process his words, turning them over in your mind, probing at the statements for cracks. You closed your eyes temporarily as you inhaled deeply. When you opened your eyes again, it felt as if you were looking through a different lens. No longer did you see horns and a pointed tail swishing in the back. If you were to see yourself, you would detect fondness in your eyes.

“You’re looking at me how I look at you,” he chuckled, eyes cat downward to roam your face. His hands softly rubbed at your arms, generating warmth to your goosebump-covered body. Something inside your chest was whirling. You averted your stare from his and settled on the beauty mark on his nose.

“And how do you look at me?” You questioned softly, eyes moving from his button nose to his brown eyes as if this moment would be swept away with the wind if you spoke too loudly. He lowered his head enough for you to feel the tips of his hair brushing against your forehead.

“Like I’m in love with you.”

Time slowed and your breath hitched. You wanted to laugh at how cliche this moment was, but you didn’t care. The racing of your heartbeat increased when he leaned toward you, eyes searching yours in a silent question. Rather than answering verbally, you tilted your chin up—lips ghosting his. Taehyung smiled at the action and pressed his mouth upon yours fully. His hands slid to your waist to pull you closer while yours rested against his firm chest.

Maybe you had fallen for his stupidly handsome face after all.

As you sat alone in the only diner this small town had to offer, you thought about your life last year and how different it had been. You had just completed grad school and had spent the first six months of your job learning, and more importantly, living in the big city. You missed the convenience of going to the seven eleven in the middle of the night to fulfill your kimbap cravings. You missed your friends who you could barely keep up with your busy schedule. You even missed clubbing, something you despised but had grown to love, if only because it let you rile up your boyfriend.

God, you missed your boyfriend. Missed waking up in his arms, and cuddling till your alarms screamed at you to get out of bed. Missed impromptu dates and sneaky PDAs. Nowadays, everything was planned, each moment alone, each phone call. It didn’t help that Hoseok had received a promotion to junior partner at his consulting firm at the same time as your relocation. He was busier than ever and even your video calls were getting shorter as time went on. 

You sighed as you poked at your half-eaten burger, a frown on your face. Deciding to break out your bottle of wine and spend the night binging the new drama on Netflix, you waved to the waitress to get the bill. The cheerful middle-aged woman reached your table with a grin, her strong accent adding an odd trill to her voice as she spoke.

“Don’t worry, hon. It’s all taken care of.”

“What do you mean my meal has already been paid for?” You had to work hard not to let your frown get deeper. You knew this was probably your fifth time in this restaurant this week, but you really didn’t need pity from strangers.

Laughing at your response, the woman picked up your plates, bending down to smile at your mischievously. “You should probably ask that handsome, young man there,” she said as she pointed behind you.

With alarm bells ringing in your head, you gingerly turned around, only to break into what could be most accurately described as a fit of laughter. Sat in the booth in the corner, was none other than Hoseok, dressed outrageously in a black turtleneck, skinny jeans, and a black trenchcoat. On his head, he had a black baseball cap, with sunglasses and a black mask adorning his features. If you didn’t know any better you would’ve guessed he was some sort of idol trying to hide from the paparazzi.

With a jump, you ran towards your boyfriend, who groaned as you all but hurled yourself into his arms. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked, removing his mask to see the face you had missed so much. His eyes crinkled as he smiled wide, his lips turning into a heart that made yours accelerate.

“I missed you, and I don’t have to work tomorrow so I thought I’d surprise you.” He chuckled as his grip tightened around your waist in response to your arms tightening around his shoulders. Your heart felt like it would just float out of your chest as you kissed him, enjoying the taste of him after being deprived for so long. He cupped your face as he deepened the kiss, a melodic giddy giggle escaping his lips and onto yours.

“I missed you so much, Hobi,” you whispered when you separated. You felt overwhelmed, the stress of the past week washing through you and presenting in the glassiness of your eyes.

“Aw baby, don’t cry,” Hoseok said softly as his thumb caressed your cheekbone, before leaning in to kiss your worries away again. He kissed you a few times, short forceful kisses in a fast staccato. You couldn’t help the little laugh that bubbled in your chest at his actions, and he smiled brightly, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’m here now and we have the whole weekend together,” he said in between kisses, before realizing the two of you were still in a very public diner and probably putting others off their meals.

Still, you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other as Hoseok continued his meal. His arm stayed around your shoulders as he finished his helping of clam chowder, and you nuzzled into his chest, inhaling the clean vanilla scent that never fails to calm you. 

“How was your day?” Hoseok asked as he rubbed little circles into your back, grinning at how you clung to him like a koala.

“So much better now,” you responded, learning up to peck his nose. 

You didn’t need the best job in the world, you didn’t even need to be in a big city, all you needed was to be in Hoseok’s arms to feel at home.

-

Taehyung pulls away from your core with a smirk, wiping the remnants of your arousal from his mouth and chin with the back of his hand. Despite the fact that you just had a mind-blowing orgasm, seeing the look on his face sent tingles down your spine, arousal pooling low in your gut as your boyfriend stares up at you with gold-rimmed eyes.

“I love the way you taste,” he murmurs, shuffling up the bed to press a hungry kiss to your lips, “I could eat you out all day. Can’t get enough of you.”

You know he isn’t lying– after all, he’s done it before. But you have to work early in the morning, and you aren’t planning on staying up all night with your werewolf boyfriend trapped between your thighs because he’s extra horny.

“I know, Tae,” you whisper against his lips and thread your fingers through his hair, “But I’m ready for you. Want you to fill me up.”

A low growl rumbles in Taehyung’s chest as he recaptures your lips in another heated kiss. His sharp canines peek out to nip at your bottom lip– not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make you gasp in shock. He takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring it with so much fervor you’re left breathless.

“You sure you’re ready for my cock, baby?” he asks and allows one of his hands to move slowly down your body, making sure to trace every dip and curve as it moves towards the apex of your thighs.

A small moan falls from your lips when one of his long digits dips into your still-sensitive entrance. “Yes, Tae, I’m ready,” you whine, “Please fuck me.”

Taehyung chuckles at the sound of you begging for him. He relishes in the way you writhe as he slowly sinks his finger in, crooking it slightly. You whine in frustration– the motion is pleasurable, but not nearly enough to bring you another orgasm. You need more.

“M-more, please,” you beg. A cry falls from your lips when he suddenly pushes two additional fingers inside of your entrance. You’re so wet that you barely feel the stretch, pleasure immediately replacing any pain.

Taehyung allows you a few moments to adjust before beginning to thrust his digits into you at a leisurely pace. It only takes a few thrusts for you to begin clenching around him, begging for more stimulation. Even though you’re stuffed with three of his fingers, they just didn’t compare to the length and girth of his supernatural dick.

As if he can sense your dilemma, Taehyung smirks down at you before pushing a fourth finger in alongside the other three, dick twitching when you clench tightly around him. “Do you need more, baby? Are my fingers not enough for you?” You shake your head no and trap your bottom lip between your teeth. “Such a needy girl, taking my fingers so well. But I still don’t think you’re ready for my cock. Need to stretch you out some more first.”

You cry out in protest when Taehyung’s thrusts slow to a stop. He shushes you gently before shuffling back down the bed, pressing a kiss to your stomach as he does so. “Think you can take my whole hand, baby?”

It isn’t a foreign concept to you– you and Taehyung have already done it once or twice, and taking his knot was nearly the same experience– so you agree with only a moment of hesitation. A boxy grin blooms on Taehyung’s face at the sight of you nodding furiously.

Ever so slowly, Taehyung begins to slip his entire fist into you, the burn of your walls stretching around his hand delicious. He moans at the feeling of your tight walls hugging him so closely, and you can’t lie– the sound is addicting. The stretch of your entrance eases once he’s deep enough to reach his wrist, and once he begins to push past that, waves of intense pleasure begin to roll through your body.

You feel so full that it only takes another inch of his arm for you to be thrown into an orgasm. A silent scream escapes your mouth and your walls clamp down around his fist as he murmurs words of encouragement to you, his free hand slipping down to rub gentle circles into your clit in order to ease you through your orgasm.

When the waves of pleasure begin to fade, oversensitivity begins to take its place, a whimper falling from your lips when his touch begins to become too much. “T-too sensitive, Tae,” you push away the finger on your clit and clamp down even tighter on the fist inside of you, “Can’t c-come again.”

“I know you can, baby,” he encourages you and continues to slip his fist in even further, “Just one more orgasm. You’re taking me so well.”

You whine at the cocktail of pleasure and pain that your abused pussy is feeling, but you know that before long, it’ll feel heavenly again. And, if you ever needed to stop, you and Taehyung had a safe word for a reason.

As his fist finally slips in as far as it can go, you clench around him hard, moaning when the oversensitivity finally begins to fade into white-hot pleasure. You can feel every bump and curve of his hand– including the hair on his forearm. You’ve always loved everything about Taehyung, but staring at his hairy arms was your guilty pleasure. Something about them just makes you want to lick.

“Come on, baby,” Taehyung brings his hand back down to rub your clit once again while gently moving the fist currently inside of you, “Let go for me.”

His words sent you over the edge once more, your orgasm hitting you so hard your vision goes white as your back arches off of the bed. Taehyung uses his supernatural strength to hold you down, pressing kisses to your hip bones as you ride out your high on his fist. You don’t even notice the wetness gushing out of you, painting both Taehyung and the sheets beneath you with your arousal.

Once you finally come back down, Taehyung slowly pulls his fist out of you, rushing up to place a gentle kiss on your lips when you wince at the empty feeling left behind. “You did so well for me, baby,” he murmurs against your lips, before laying down beside you. You simply hum in response, allowing him to wrap his arms around you and pull you into backwards his chest. His head swoops down to nuzzle the space between your neck and shoulder before placing a few open-mouthed kisses there. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Tae,” you smile, snuggling back into his warmth. The both of you are sweaty and in dire need of a shower, but for now, you’re content lying in each other’s arms.

this was supposed to be full crack and then it turned into a smut so like idk what happened but i hope u enjoyed. thank u kenz for telling me u wanna lick his arms

「 masterlist 」

The cartography section is rarely used, thus rarely visited. Hidden in the far right corner of the library, all the scrolls of maps and books on how to chart ocean trails remain unused, unseen by the rest of the school. You thought it was a smart choice to use cartography for your final project since the section is more or less forgotten. You should’ve known that if the idea had come to you, then it also came to the cockiest, smartest student in all of Hogwarts. Many students believe that if he hadn’t been so prideful, so arrogant, he would’ve been a Ravenclaw. Instead, Ravenclaws despise him and his tendency to always, always, be right.

Kim Namjoon stands between the shelves, veiny cock in hand, stroking himself with his dark green polished fingers. He seems to have no regard for being caught, pants around his ankles as he indulges in his horny desires. Why he’s doing this kind of thing in the library is lost on you. Does he want to get caught? Sure, the cartography section is scarcely visited, but it’s a public place nonetheless. 

At first, you thought that you may have mistaken someone else for him, but the moment you saw the glint of his emerald rings, you knew it was him. You didn’t exactly want to watch, but once you saw him it was hard to look away. His cock’s huge, tip thick enough to stretch you well all on it’s own, and quiet sounds sinful enough to get you to pull up your own skirt and push your green panties aside. Your trembling fingers hover over your parted lips as you watch him over the gap between the books and the shelf. 

You should stop. You should tell him you’re watching, but he looks so satisfied and rubbing your clit feels all too good to stop him now. You whimper into your fingers, eyes slightly fluttering shut as you get lost in the pleasure, fingers moving your wetness all over your clit in sloppy, quick motions. You hate to admit this to yourself, but just the thought of having Namjoon’s massive dick rub between your folds might be enough to throw you over the edge.

“Stuff me,” you whisper to yourself. Eyes closed, all you can think about is getting shoved against these shelves and fucked until they all fall. 

“Well, well, well,” he hums to your right. 

Your eyes snap open, hands immediately pulling away from your body as you turn to face him. Fixing your skirt, you stumble back and look between where Namjoon once was and where he stands now. His pants are back up, hard cock hidden from view still staining under his pants. “Um…” you mumble, swallowing thickly. This is ridiculous. He should be the one looking red and humiliated. You caught him first, not the other way around. Yet, here is his, stalking towards you, scanning your shrinking frame. 

“What’s wrong, kitty?” 

You glare at him, earning a dark chuckle. Every part of you loathes that nickname… well, almost every part of you. Even before catching him in such a damning state, your pussy would always clench every time he’d use that nickname. You once asked him why he insisted on calling you that. He simply told you that you remind him of a kitten; innocent and cute. Looking into his eyes now, you can finally see the use of the name for what it really is: a way to exert his dominance over you.

“I saw you first,” you blurt out as your back meets the stone wall. 

Namjoon smirks. “Oh?” he hums. “And that was enough for your skirt to go up?”

“N-no.”

He holds your chin, grinning enough to just display his dimples. He brushes his nose against yours, your eyes instantly fluttering shut as if preparing yourself for a kiss. “Are you lying to me, kitty?” he asks, hovering his lips over yours. He’s so close, chest against yours, warm breath fanning your face. 

Quietly whining against him, you shake your head. 

Namjoon sighs, tightening his grip on your chin. “You’re usually a good girl, so I’ll give you another chance to tell me the truth,” he whispers, pecking the corner of your mouth. 

That act alone is enough to coax you into telling him the truth. “Yes, Joon,” you mutter, meeting his gaze. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to watch.”

“What about touching yourself? Did you mean to do that?”

Silence. 

He tuts, cocking his head to the side. “You don’t want to answer that? Fine.” Letting go of your chin, his hands find their new place on your hips. He pressed himself flush against you, pecking your chin to tease a kiss. “Answer me this instead. How badly do you want me to stuff you?”

You gasp, eyes widening as he chuckles. He heard? “Namjoon, I’m really sorry,” you repeat, shifty eyes looking for a way out of this. You squirm in his hold, lost between wanting his cock to further press against you and to get out of his grasp. 

“There’s no need to apologize, kitty,” he reassures. You cease your movements as he continues. “You can get stuffed all you want. Just gotta ask.” 

Your breath hitches as his hands shift down to your ass, grabbing handfuls of each cheek like they belong to him. Biting your lip, you swallow your moans and grip onto his shoulders. He massages your cheeks, drawing quiet mewls out of you. “Stuff me?” you ask in a whisper, closing your eyes to save yourself the humiliation. 

Namjoon tsks, digging his nails into your skin. “Where are your manners, kitty? You saw me jack off once and suddenly you're a selfish little slut? You can’t demand things from me, kitty. Ask nicely.”

“Please,” you begrudgingly add. 

He chuckles darkly, sliding his hands to your thighs and lifting your skirt. After pulling your panties down and taking them, he shoves the wettest part into his mouth, quietly moaning at how desperate you taste. 

The action has you pressing your thighs together, mewling for some sort of friction already. Namjoon seems to be having too much fun teasing you, his thumbs pulling your thighs apart only to spread your folds. The cool air of the library hits your throbbing clit. You shudder in your place between Namjoon’s hold and the wall. As his fingers begin to finally rub your bundle of nerves, spreading your pooled juices all over your pussy, you moan loudly.

He hisses and takes out your panties from his mouth, shoving them into yours instead to silence your moans. “You want the whole school to find us?” he questions, voice dripping with authority. Noticing your eyes darken, Namjoon rasps a dark moan, dragging his fingers to your entrance instead. “Mm, so you want everyone to know how much of a fucking whore you are? Want’em all to see me ruin you with just my fingers, kitty?”

You nod quickly, whining around your panties as he continues to tease your tight hole. Hoping to finally get him to shove his fingers in, you buckle your hips into his hand. It only earns you a sharp slap against your pussy. Your eyes roll back, body jolting against his. 

Namjoon rubs the sensitive flesh, resting his lips by your ear to whisper, “you’re going to learn to ask for things, from now on.” 

The rasp of his voice makes you melt into his body, knees weakening as you start to find it increasingly hard to stand. “Let’s try that, again, hmm?” he questions, taking the panties out of your mouth momentarily. 

“Please, please, Joon. Won’t you just please stuff me? I don’t kn-” 

He shoves the panties back into your mouth, silencing the rest of your pleads. Slowly, he stuffs his long fingers, rings and all, into your pussy. The cold jewels of his rings instantly have your back arching, breasts pushing against his chest. He scissors his fingers in you, watching your furrow your brows and angrily moan into the wet, silk fabric. 

Namjoon bites his lip, holding back his chuckles. “You said to stuff you, kitty. Never specified with what.” 

You can’t believe he spotted a loophole, but should’ve seen it coming. Namjoon is a know-it-all through and through. No matter how big his dick is, how hot he looks, or how fucking good his fingers feel, thrusting in and out of you in speeds you’ve never experienced before, you’ll never forget that you hate him and his sexy face. 

Hooking one of your legs around his waist, Namjoon reaches new depths with his fingers. His pace gets brutal, shoving his fingers in and out of you harshly. Your body spasms uncontrollably and your eyes rolling back as you feel yourself get closer and closer to the edge. He hesitates one of his motions as if about to pull out of you but deciding against it. You’re extremely grateful for whatever it was that changed his mind. 

Trailing the edge of your oragsm, wrap your arms around his neck and lean your head against his broad shoulders. Namjoon wraps his free hand around your waist, holding onto you tightly like he knows you’re about to lose all your strength from the orgasm that’s creeping up on you. 

“You gonn-”

Your high pitched squeal cuts him off, pussy gushing all over his fingers. He curses under his breath, pulling his fingers out to rub your clit the moment he feels the rush of your juices. Squirting all you have to offer him, you almost fall to your knees. Namjoon quickly moves his hand to your ass to hold you back up, not missing a beat on your pussy. Wave after wave of your juices splatters all over his pants and shoes, staining him with your horny scent. 

“What a fucking mess,” he hisses against the shell of your ear. “You’re such a fucking mess.”

Tremors run through your body as he slowly drags his middle finger between your folds. Whining, you push his hand away from you, holding it to keep him from continuing to overstimulate you. “I just need a minute,” you mutter after pulling your panties out of your mouth. 

He raises a brow, tilting your chin up to meet his impressed gaze. “Mmm, you haven’t had enough yet?” 

You shake your head, offering a shy smile. 

“Good,” he hisses. “On your knees.”

Between the shelves, you fall to your knees. The floor is wet with your orgasm, but you couldn’t care less, fingers fumbling with his zipper. 

“Open up, kitty.”

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The hotel is loud and bustling with life as you walk through the doors. A group of teenagers dressed as various Naruto characters runs past you, arms back and backs bent in classic “Naruto run” stance. You weave through a group of My Hero Academia cosplayers to the registration table to get your convention pass.

Once the lanyard is around your neck, you beeline for the hotel’s attached Starbucks. You’ll need the caffeine if you want to survive your first anime convention alone. You’re supposed to be here with your best friend, but Jungkook decided to catch the flu two days ago. The four-day pass was non-refundable, and you weren’t about to lose out on $70 that you barely had to begin with. So, here you are, alone in a sea of over-excited cosplayers and exhausted parents, in one half of a couple’s costume, not even sure where to begin.

“Hi!” A group of teenagers dressed in various Studio Ghibli cosplays approaches you as you head to the escalator for the main convention floor. “You’re Chihiro, right?” A girl dressed as Princess Mononoke asks, gesturing to your pink bathhouse uniform.

“I am.” You offer a nervous smile, unsure where this is going.

“Can we take a picture with you?! We don’t have anyone from Spirited Away in our group!”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” They all crowd around you, squishing you between a Howl and a Kiki as they get a passerby to take a picture of you all. As soon as the camera shutter goes off a few times, they all thank you in a rush and are gone just as quickly, sprinting up the escalator and disappearing into the crowd.

Still reeling from how fast-paced the interaction was, you finally step onto the escalator and fish the convention schedule from your backpack to scan the upcoming events. An ask the cast panel for Demon Slayer could be interesting, not that you’re sure what that consists of, but that’s one of your favorite anime and you have to start somewhere.

Too absorbed in the schedule, you don’t notice the group of men crossing in front of you at the same time you step off the escalator until you bump into one of them, dropping the pamphlet.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” you reach down to grab the dropped paper, luckily still clutching your coffee safely to your chest.

“No problem, I got it,” One of the men bends at the same time as you and picks your pamphlet up. It’s not until you really look at him that you notice the black bob wig, blue pants, and white Haori.

“Oh! You’re Haku!”

He flashes you a dimpled smile as he takes in your outfit. “And you’re Chihiro. What are the odds.” You share a laugh, both of your hands grasping either side of the pamphlet longer than is probably necessary.

“Ahem.” A throat clear next to you has you both snapping out of the moment you share, remembering the other people he’s with. You make eye contact with a grey-haired man wearing the signature volleyball costume from Haikyuu. Checking the number on his jersey, you deduce he’s dressed as Sugawara. “This is a super cute moment and all, but the AMV contest starts in like fifteen minutes, and we need to get good seats. You can come with us if you want.” He proposes the last part to you.

“Ah, well I was going to go to an ask the cast panel.” Haku, Sugawara, and the other two men with them dressed as Ash Ketchum and Eren Yeager all give you the same pointed look.

“Is this your first anime convention?” Haku asks.

“Yes...how did you know?”

“No one who comes to these things often would ever put themselves through an ask the cast panel. It’s just a bunch of high schoolers being loud and obnoxious, pretending to be the characters. Total shit show.” Sugawara says matter of factly. “Were your friends really gonna have you suffer through that?”

“I’m actually here alone.” The four of them share a look before Haku turns back to you.

“That means you have to hang out with us. We can’t let you fall into any first-timer traps.” He shoots you another smile that’s all dimples, and you feel your pulse quicken. Even under the wig, he’s the most attractive man you’ve seen all day. Maybe even all your life.

“Okay.” You may have just met these men, but you don’t have any internal alarm bells going off about spending time with them. Your possible blooming crush on Haku aside, you don’t feel any negative vibes.

“Now that that’s settled let’s go! I’m not sitting in the back of the room for the contest!” Sugawara takes the lead as you all fall in line and follow him to one of the main meeting rooms.

As the day wears on, you’re more than happy that you decided to spend your time with your new friends instead of wandering alone, letting the four of them take you to various panels that they deem worthy of your time. Haku, whom you now know as Namjoon, is nothing but sweet to you all day. He explains that he and his friends have been going to anime conventions since high school, and now that they’re all seasoned college students, they still make it a point to attend. He mentions that he’s dressed as Haku because Jin, his roommate who’s the most handsome Erin Yeager you’ve witnessed at the convention, was supposed to be Chihiro but backed out last minute for the “cooler” cosplay instead.

Sugawara, who you find out is named Yoongi, is roommates with the fourth member of the quartet, Hoseok, dressed as a very compelling Ash Ketchum. When you compliment him, he flashes you the biggest, sunniest smile you’ve ever laid eyes on. After the AMV contest, they take you to a History of Horror in Manga discussion, much to Hoseok’s constant complaints. Around lunchtime, the five of you leave the hotel and cross the street to look for food. After Jin and Hoseok argue over sushi versus burgers they ultimately have you choose. You opt for chicken, much to everyone’s delight.

Out of everyone, you find yourself talking more one on one to Namjoon, finding out you have quite a few things in common. You both share a love for music and nature and are plant parents, although you tend to kill more plants than keep them alive. Namjoon promises he’ll give you tips on keeping your plant babies alive and grins at you for what feels like the fiftieth time of the day. Each time, your stomach does somersaults, and you feel your skin heat up.

At the end of the night, as you’re all leaving the 18+ Bad Fanfiction Reading panel, you almost don’t want to part ways.

“We can’t let you leave without getting your number!” Jin shoves his phone into your hands, demanding you put your digits in. The other men do the same, with Namjoon being last, hand shaking as he presents his phone. A series of four beeps come through on your phone, signifying the text messages from the group.

All of you are staying upstairs in the hotel rooms, so together, you head for the guest-only elevators as Yoongi announces the panels and events he’s planning for you all to go to tomorrow. Hoseok makes it a point to say that you’re included and that you’re now friends, therefore you have no choice but to spend the rest of the convention with them. Of course, you don’t object and agree to meet them downstairs tomorrow morning.

Your room is on the 8th floor, while their rooms are on the 10th, so you reach your floor first. Preparing to say your goodbyes for the night, you step out of the elevator and send a wave, but before the doors close, Namjoon is shoved out beside you.

“Joon will walk you to your room!” Hoseok calls as the doors close.

“Yeah, we’ll see you in a few, Namjoon!” Yoongi adds, then the doors are shut, and the elevator keeps going up.

Namjoon scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. “Uh, please lead the way. I’ll make sure you get to your room, okay.”

Feeling nervous yourself, you simply nod as he follows you the short distance to your room.

“This is me,” you move to the door, and you both stop in front of it. Seconds tick by with the two of you staring at one another while you try and come up with something to say.

“Today was great,” Namjoon says at the same time you do, making both of you chuckle. “Sorry, go ahead first.”

“I just wanted to say thank you for inviting me along with you all today. I had a lot of fun and didn’t think I could’ve done so if I was by myself.”

“Really?” Namjoon says, looking surprised. “I thought we would’ve been a little too high energy for you. You really had a good time? Today made you happy?”

“Yes. I am happy. Because I was able to meet someone like you.” You blurt the latter part out and watch as his eyes widen and a dark shade of red blossoms over his cheeks.

“I, uh, I’m glad you feel that way. I’m really happy I was able to meet someone like you too.” Namjoon’s eyes dart down to your lips momentarily before he lets out a cough. “Well, I’ll see you in the morning. Make sure to meet us downstairs at ten on the dot. If you’re late, Jin will probably nag you for the rest of the convention.” He hesitates momentarily, then reaches out to pull you into a hug. You instantly melt in his hold, inhaling the warm cinnamon scent of whatever Namjoon’s got on.

Your grip on his waist tightens at the same time his arms around your shoulders do. You’re not sure who pulls away first, but reluctantly, you do release each other. Namjoon gives you another goodbye, and then he’s shuffling down the hallway and back towards the elevator.

“O-Oh, not really,” the man stutters in response. A pretty blush paints his round cheeks, a rosy hue that glimmers under the bar’s yellow lights. A wave of arousal rushes to your core just from the sight of the man blushing, and you again blame the damn alcohol in your system.

“That’s such a shame. I was hoping you could show me around some.” You pout and pull your arm off the table to glance at his tablemates. There are two other men with him, although they are far too preoccupied with the drinks in front of them to notice you. The pretty boy laughs, a nervous sound that dies in the din of the bar within moments.

“Co-Could I get some water?” He inquires. “Maybe?”

You don’t know what you’re doing when you say yes. You don’t work here. Hell, you’ve never even been here before. You aren’t wearing any sort of uniform either, but the man must be too tipsy himself to realize that fact. So, in your tipsy state, you agree and spin on your heel to head back to the bar for his requested water.

“Two waters please, bartender,” you request once you reach the wood. Part of you hopes that the man is watching your backside as you move. A one-night stand with the likes of a man that attractive is far too tantalizing for you to pass up, and you can only hope that he feels the same way about you. The bartender passes the drinks your way, and you snatch them up with a bright smile. As you walk back over to the peach haired man, you shoot a wink over to where your friends sit, watching from a distance as you shoot your shot.

“T-Thank you,” the man says as you place one of the waters in front of him.

“Can I join you?” You ask all of a sudden, motioning towards the empty space beside him. The man blinks up at you, and confusion shines clearly on his features. You don’t give him much opportunity to stay confused because you slide across the booth to be beside him. “I’m Y/N, and you are?”

“Oh, uh, Jimin. Park Jimin. Do you – I-I’m sorry, but do you work here?”

“Do I…” You trail off. It’s your turn to be confused and you aren’t sure how this miscommunication started when all you did was try to flirt with the man. “What? No. Uh, it’s my first time ever coming here.”

“Oh! Damn, I-I’m so sorry.”

“No, no, no! It’s totally okay. I’ve been mistaken for worse things than waitress.” You wink as you say the words, and Jimin’s eyes widen as your implications shine through.

“Ah, well, I understand that feeling. Sometimes they aren’t far from the truth though.” Jimin’s words slur a little as he guzzles some water. You watch his Adam’s Apple bop as he swallows, almost wanting to reach out and drag your fingers over the small bulge. You resist thankfully; it would be a terribly strange thing to do especially when he has two friends sitting directly across the table.

“What do you mean?” You ask instead, trying to divert the conversation so that you don’t have to think about touching his milky white skin.

“I’m a male stripper,” Jimin says as though it’s the most casual thing in the world. You choke on air at first then try to recover by gulping down some water, only to choke on that as well. Jimin glances over at you, concern shining clearly in his eyes. “A-Are you okay?” He reaches out to touch your shoulder, fingers meeting bare skin, and it’s like a thousand little jolts of electricity shoot through your whole body. You recover from the coughing fit to stare at him in wonder.

“You – you’re a stripper? I…wow, I never would’ve guessed.”

Jimin all but cackles upon hearing your words. “What on earth makes you say that?”

You flush as his gaze falls over you, a sudden heat to his eyes that has you melting already.

“Y-You just seem… you seem a bit shy.” All the confidence you had earlier dissipates, blown away in the wind by Jimin’s newly revealed nature. His full lips curl into a smirk. It’s almost like he’s treating your interaction like a game, a predator hunting its prey and toying with it before the final meal. Jimin drops a hand to the table and lets it linger near his glass of water. His fingers drum against the wood in no particular rhythm but it feels like your heart is racing along to the same beat.

“Shy, huh? I get that a lot. Many people think that of me prior to seeing me in action.”

“Se-Seeing you in action? Yea, yea, stripping. Yea. In action.” You struggle to get the words out, clothes feeling ten times tighter now, and you press your thighs together at the thought of seeing Jimin in action.

“You’re so cute. Girls like you are so easy to read.” Jimin chuckles and brings a finger under your chin. He lifts it ever so slightly yet you follow the motion like a dog being given a treat. Hot breath ghosts over your lips as he leans closer to you. Just when you think his lips are going to brush over yours, he ducks past your mouth and touches the shell of your ear with his lips instead. “So easy to get hot and bothered with only the slightest glance. It’s adorable.”

You swallow roughly, unable to formulate any proper words. Jimin continues to mouth at your ear. His breath cascades over your skin and causes chills to run down your spine.

“You were so confident when you came to the table, baby girl.” A wave of heat rushes to your core. You clench your thighs together so hard that it hurts but Jimin doesn’t relent. “Where did all that confidence go?” His tongue darts out and drags across your ear. You feel the ball of a piercing running over your skin and have to suppress a moan at the idea of Jimin having a tongue piercing.

One of Jimin’s hands snakes down from the table and hesitates over your thigh.

“Is this okay?” He asks, voice almost husky. You give a subtle nod. You’re far too wary of the two men sitting across the table. While they don’t seem interested in what you and Jimin are doing, you know that could change in the blink of an eye, and you don’t want to risk them seeing you in this state. Still, you have to admit that there is a certain rush to being caught with Jimin’s hand rushing up your thigh. “Words, baby girl. I can’t read your mind.”

“Yes,” you whisper as quietly as you can. Jimin’s fingers clench around your thigh once you mutter the word, cold metal from his rings a sharp contrast to the warmth of his fingers. You whimper ever so slightly. Jimin picks up on it, a low chuckle passing through his lips as he watches you squirm under his touch.

“God, you’re so adorable when flustered like this,” he hisses against your ear. As he speaks, his hand travels further up your thigh, slipping under the material of your dress to find the source of your arousal. His fingers brush over the damp spot on your underwear, and you release another small noise. “I want to see you unravel under my touch.”

Your teeth sink into your quivering lip, trying to keep any further sounds at bay. Embarrassment burns at your skin, and Jimin’s touch persists, dragging over the damp spot with the lightest pressure. It’s enough to be teasing and cause small shocks of pleasure to radiate from your core every once in a while.

All of a sudden Jimin sits back and reaches for his water with his free hand. The other one pushes your panties to the side, revealing your sopping core. He doesn’t hesitate in dipping his fingers into your heat and pushes past the thick strands of arousal to reach your hole. All the while, he sips at his water as though nothing else is going on. Once he takes a large gulp, he faces you again, this time with a teasing smirk to his lips.

“So, Y/N, what do you do for a living?” He asks. Your eyes widen in shock at the question, baffled that he even wants to attempt conversation while his fingers are in your pussy like this. You neglect to respond for a few moments. Jimin’s lips curve down ever so slightly, and his fingers pull away from your heat. You desperately try to keep them in place with your own but he swats your hand away before you can. A high-pitched whine escapes you. Jimin’s eyes grow darker as lust washes over him.

“I-I, uh, I’m–” You can barely speak because as soon as you begin to, Jimin’s fingers push back against your core, one finger dipping into you while his ringed thumb toys at your clit. “I work at a clothing store. Retail. I’m in graduate school full-time.”

“Ah, a smart woman.” Jimin smiles. He turns to the men sitting across the table as he drags his ring over your clit in small circular motions. “Guys, this is Y/N. I think you both were too preoccupied with your drinks to meet her.”

You can’t believe that he’s introducing you while he is knuckle deep in your pussy, but it’s painfully obvious that he intends to carry out an entire conversation while like this just based upon the persistence of his touch.

“H-Hi,” you manage to stutter out. You cannot bear to look the two men in the eye, the burning shame of what’s going on under the table too much to handle.

“What did you say you were studying at graduate school, Y/N?” Jimin asks. He tilts his head in your direction. A playful gleam flashes across his eyes as he pushes a second finger into your core. The curve of his rings drags against your walls, and you instinctively clench around him.

“U-Uh, biology. I’m doing – studying biology.”

“Oh wow! That sounds super neat!” One of Jimin’s companions says, a broad smile stretching across his lips. You mean to respond with a smile of your own but the moment your lips part, Jimin curls his fingers in you and draws out a faint whine. You bite down on your tongue so hard that you think you might bleed. Neither man across the table comments, leading you to believe that they either didn’t notice or are choosing not to embarrass you in the open like this.

You can see Jimin’s lips curling into another devilish smirk as he hears your small noise. He curls his fingers even more, brushing against your sweet spot. He knows that he’s hit it by the way your breath hitches.

“So what do you wanna do with biology? Do you have any plans yet?” The same man persists in talking to you yet you want to do anything except talking at the moment because Jimin is bringing you closer and closer to the edge with his ministrations.

“I, uh, just you know…” You trail off to swallow roughly. Jimin’s fingers continue to fuck into you. “I w-wanna do something in the marine biology field! But if that doesn’t work out I’m u-using biology as a safety – ah, a safety net.” You nearly squeal as you conclude your sentence. Jimin brings you closer and closer to an orgasm, and you can almost taste it. It’s dangling in front of you. You zone out as the man across from you continues speaking, focused solely on chasing your orgasm. Then –

Nothing. Jimin’s touch disappears. He pulls his fingers out of you, flicks your underwear back in place, and acts as though he didn’t just finger you to near completion in the booth at some dingy bar. You whip your head in his direction, and he’s staring back at you with equal tenacity. A moment of silence passes. You can feel the heated stares of the men across the table but pay them no mind in favor of looking at Jimin.

“If you’ll excuse us both, I promised to take Y/N home tonight. She needs to go to bed early tonight, what with school and work.” Jimin nudges you out of the booth with his fingers that are still coated in the juices of your arousal. The look in his eyes tells you that you won’t be sleeping early at all tonight.

Your eyes widened in shock, remembering this particular night due to a completely different reason. Now that Taehyung actually mentioned it, you do remember that he had called you and that you were, in fact, talking with him on the phone. With the events of that night you had totally forgotten about the call and that some static interrupted it. Furthermore you totally forgot to call him back, your mind had been occupied with a few other things.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry”, you apologised profusely, quickly grabbing Taehyung’s hand to show him how sincere you were. “I honestly don’t know what happened but there was static and the call got cut off and I got spooked and I totally forgot to check my phone again when I reached the safety of my apartment. I really am sorry and I swear I would never hang up on you. Promise!”

Taehyung squinted his eyes at you for a moment before he relaxed and grinned again. “I knew there was a logical reason behind it! See Yoongi, even I can be logical!”

“The logical reason would have been that Y/N finally got annoyed by all your monster talk as well.”

“Hey!” Both you and Taehyung protested loudly.

Yoongi just shrugged with his shoulders, turning his attention back to his phone.

“Since we’re already talking about it”, Hoseok interrupted and drew the attention towards himself, “have you noticed the cases of monster sightings are increasing? It has nearly tripled since the last time we spoke about it.”

“Oh yeah, I noticed that too.”

You saw Jin nodding in agreement to Jimin’s statement before he shoved another fry down his mouth.

“It is actually a quite normal phenomenon”, Namjoon interjects, “now that people have spoken up about their experience of being possessed by a monster and being heard by the public others will speak up as well. Either because they finally gained the courage to do so or because they are attention seekers and just claim to have been possessed by a monster because they think it’s fun to say something like that.”

“So a lot of those sightings are false?”

Namjoon shrugged with his shoulders to answer Taehyung’s question.

“Normally only two to eight percent of the claims are false”, Yoongi piped up again, showing he was listening to the whole conversation after all, “but we already had this discussion that these people are either making those monster up, trick their mind into believing there are monsters or try to hide their own guilt by creating these monsters.”

“Great, now both of them have to flex on us with their studies.”

You couldn’t help yourself but to snort at Jimin’s sarcastic comment.

“It’s not flexing, you could contribute to this argument as well.”

“Tae could make a picture out of macaronis portraying that monster or how about Hoseok dances to us how he feels about those incidents. That would be such a good contribution to our discussion.” Jimin sneered.

“I could create a new dish that got inspired by monster attacks,” Jin added with a laugh.

“All of this does sound wonderful, don’t you think..”, you stopped trying to ease the bickering, when you saw Jungkook stumbling into the diner. 

You immediately jumped up and basically crawled over the laps of Jimin and Taehyung, ignoring their confused looks, when you ran up to Jungkook. Your fingers instantly grabbed his hoodie while your eyes worriedly scanned his face. “Are you alright?” You saw the dark circles under his eyes and his slightly hunched form. “You look exhausted!”

Jungkook rubbed both of his hands over your upper arms, trying to reassure you. “I’m fine, just tired.” He leaned down and rested his head on your shoulder, sighing tiredly.

“Because of those attacks?” You whispered and your hands clasped around the fabric of his hoodie even harder. “Maybe you should tone it down.”

He hummed lowly, swaying slightly in front of you. “And let someone innocent be attacked because I didn’t react to a call? I can’t let this happen.”

“But what about you? You’re someone innocent too and you are suffering.”

“I’m not suffering, I’m just tired. It’s going to be okay.”

Your jaw tensed, wanting to argue against it, but at the same time you knew Jungkook wouldn’t listen and stay as stubborn as ever. “Fine, then let's get something to eat.”

Jungkook shook his head, telling you he just wanted to sit with his friends. He straightened again and removed your hands from his hoodie before he walked over to the booth and plopped down on an empty chair.

Not even ten minutes passed before Jungkook groaned in annoyance and shot you a pleading glance.

You knew he received a call for help, even though you still didn’t completely understand how it worked. Jungkook had started to rely on you, since the evening you found out. “Hey, Jungkook, how is your assignment you told me about coming along? Made any progress?” You sighed, giving him an excuse to jump up and mumble something about not having started it at all. “You should get your stuff and come to my apartment later.” You told him before he rushed off.

You watched his retreating form, your eyes trained on the spot even after you lost sight of him. Another sigh left your lips and you excused yourself as well. You barely registered the worried glances and goodbyes from your friends, your mind already occupied with searching for a solution to help Jungkook.

Later that day Jungkook crashed at your place. Literally. This time he stumbled through your balcony door and collided with your dresser, getting your attention. 

You rushed into your room, seeing Jungkook kneeling on the floor with one hand pressed against his head. You cursed under your breath and helped him up and walked him to your couch in the living room.

Once he fell on it, you removed the simple looking kabuki mask, which you forced Jungkook to wear, from his face, brushing a few strands of his hair away. “Try to rest a little, okay? I’ll get some food and clothes from your place”, you whispered, already pulling a blanket over his body. “I’ll be back as quickly as possible.”

Jungkook hummed in exhaustion, his eyes already fluttering shut. “Thanks Y/N.”

You smiled and got up, getting a glass of water for him that you placed on the table in front of the couch, before you left your apartment.

Jungkook didn’t live too far away from you and you had a spare key, which he gave to you after he locked himself out once, making it easier for you to enter his place. His apartment wasn’t that different from yours, less personal decorations and more stuff laying on the floor but it still felt somewhat home-y.

Searching for a backpack you stumbled upon a bunny, sitting on his bed and staring at you intently. “I didn’t know Jungkook got a bunny”, you mumbled, feeling slightly uncomfortable from its unnerving gaze. You looked around, hoping to see some sort of cage where it escaped from but you came up empty handed. “That’s odd.”

You observed the animal for a while, noticing that it somehow behaved strangely by not moving at all. For a second you even thought, it may have been a very realistic stuffed toy, if it weren’t for its blinking eyes.

“What am I supposed to do with you?” You questioned loudly, sighing in despair because you couldn’t just leave and let the bunny run around. “Okay, you know what? Stay there and let me pack some clothes before I find something to transport you with.”

You turned away from the bunny and started pulling drawers open and stuffed random clothes into the backpack in your hand. “I can’t believe he’s got a pet without taking the proper precautions”, you grumbled while you started a list in your mind with things you’d need to take care of a bunny. “How is he supposed to take care of a bunny when he’s basically knocked out after fighting those monsters?”

“You know about his secret identity?”

At the sudden voice you jumped and dropped the backpack, turning around and searching for the person it belonged to.

The second you had turned around the bunny floated over to you. “So you must be Y/N.”

You blinked a few times, pressing your whole body against the closet behind you. Bunnies weren’t supposed to float, you thought, staring at it with wide eyes. And they weren’t supposed to speak. “Uhm, yeah”, you stated dumbfoundedly, while your mind tried to comprehend everything.

“He didn’t tell you about me.” The bunny sighed and shook its little head. “I’m the one who gifted Jungkook his powers.”

“Huh.”

Seeing your blank expression the bunny continued to talk. “I’m the bunny on the moon. And every night I saw the cruelty that became of the world. I saw those monsters roaming freely and destroying everything I loved to watch over. So I decided to intervene and when I stepped on earth I met Jungkook. I saw his strength and pure heart and I just knew he was the right choice to protect this city.”

“And you just gave him the powers.”

“Yes.”

“You know he is currently overworking himself?”

“Yes.”

“Are you at least thinking about doing something about it?”

“Yes.”

“Good! So? What’s your plan?” You asked and resumed packing the backpack. A flying bunny wasn’t the scariest you had witnessed and your mind settled with the fact the legend of the bunny on the moon was true fairly quickly.

“I’m granting you power as well,” the bunny said and floated in front of your face again to see your reaction.

“I’m not strong.”

“You’re witty.”

You stopped in your motions, your eyes trailing back to the bunny. You knew nothing about this power and even less about the monsters you were supposed to fight once you accepted them. “I don’t know”, you whispered, avoiding looking at the animal. “I can’t just jump on this and say ‘yeah let’s do this’. Can I think about it?”

To your surprise it nodded its head. “Should you change your mind”, the bunny handed over a small stone to you, “just press this against your heart and say ‘I’ll accept these powers granted to me’.”

Hesitantly you reached your hand over and accepted the stone, turning it in your fingers while staring at it. You looked back up to the floating bunny. “Can I contact you if I have questions about all this? Like discussing the terms and conditions?”

The bunny snorted but agreed once more. “Just whisper ‘bunny on the moon’ and I’ll hear you.”

You nodded, mumbling the words once more to make sure you wouldn’t forget them. 

Before you could say anything else, though, a little poof resounded through the room and a cloud of glowing green dust dispersed where the bunny had been floating just seconds ago.

“Can this get any more crazy?” You mumbled, looking at the small stone in your palm once more.

When you got back to your apartment, Jungkook hadn’t moved at all, still sleeping soundly on your couch. Seeing his squished cheek and hearing the light snores you decided there and then to keep your encounter with his little mentor a secret, not wanting to worry him.

Instead you made something to eat and woke him up once you were ready. “Scoot over, Kookie, and eat something.” You placed the two plates on the table and waited patiently until Jungkook changed into a seated position, groggily rubbing his eyes.

“How long have I slept?” His voice was husky from sleep.

“Not long, sorry,” you apologised and sat next to him, “you can go back to sleep after you ate something though.” With that you pressed one plate into his hands and motioned for him to eat. Only after he grabbed his chopsticks and started to stuff his cheeks with the food, you began to eat as well.

You silently watched him out of the corner of your eye, taking in every detail. His half lidded eyes, because he still fought against his sleepiness; the dark circles under them from the lack of sleep he must have gotten the past days; his tousled hair and how he nearly fell asleep again while chewing his food.

His eyes fell on the kabuki mask on the table in front of him before they slowly wandered down his body, noticing he still got his magical clothes on.

“I brought you some stuff, if you want to get changed.” You nodded towards the backpack. “You can freshen up in the bathroom while I clean the dishes.”

Jungkook nodded slowly and got up, grabbing the backpack and padding towards your bathroom.

You sighed silently and bit down on the inside of your cheek. You wanted to help him but you feared you’d only stand in his way should you receive the powers. Instead you hoped you could help him as some sort of assistant, easing everything for him behind the scenes.

It became normal for Jungkook to crash at your place since then. He never brought his clothes back to his apartment but claimed a small part of your closet where he placed his stuff.

Almost every night Jungkook crashed at your place, changed and dropped on your couch, with or without you on it. Though he preferred to have you there as well, using your thighs as his pillow and drifting into a deep slumber while your fingers played with his hair.

On days Jungkook wasn’t as exhausted he played games on his phone, lying in the same position he would be when he wanted to sleep, while you researched stuff to help him, still playing with his hair absentmindedly.

“Jungkook? How do you usually fight against those monsters? I remember you said something the night you saved me.”

“Hmm, punch them first.” His tongue peeked out of the corner of his lips in concentration. “And then shoot a ball of magic power to destroy them.”

“What if you can’t use the power for some reason?”

“Doesn’t happen.”

“What if it does?”

“It won’t.”

You grumbled quietly and shifted your gaze from your phone to Jungkook, who was still completely absorbed in his game. But instead of arguing further with him, you just came up with a new question. “How does your power work anyway? Do you have like a list of commands you just learned by heart or is there some sort of other trick?”

Jungkook paused his game and tilted his head to look at you. “There are basically just three commands, I think.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, the one to activate the powers, the one to deactivate them again and one to use the powers.”

“And what exactly are the powers?” You made quotation marks with your hands when you repeated his term and raised an eyebrow in question, feeling still slightly sceptical towards it.

“Powers to defeat the monsters.”

“Duh.” You rolled your eyes. “What I meant was, uh, do you just say that command and balls of magic shoot out of your hands or is there something more?”

Jungkook grinned cheekily. “Are you worried about me?”

You smacked his forehead without too much force behind it and narrowed your eyes. “Of course I am! I don’t want anything happening to you.”

“Nothing will happen to me”, he grins widely, “you’re having my back. You made this kabuki mask and created this voice changer for me and I got this magical power that could do anything I can imagine. So everything is totally fine.”

“If you say so.”

“Don’t worry, Y/N. Despite what you’re thinking, I am careful. In the end I do want to come home to you.”

You stiffened and stared at Jungkook in shock, though he already continued to play his game, oblivious to the effect his words had on you. Despite him being more at your place than his own, you never thought he’d view it as his home. Especially not with you in it. Though you had to admit you did miss him on the rare days he didn’t visit. By now it was already normal for him to sleep over at your place. 

If you remembered correctly the first week he still used to sleep on the couch but so much time had passed since then and now whenever you got ready for your bed Jungkook just tagged along, continuing the nap from the couch in your bed.

“Do you still have some snacks, Y/N?”

Jungkook’s question brought you out of your thoughts and you needed a few seconds to actually register what he said. “No,” you shook your head, “you ate them all.”

“Can we get some?”

“We! Yeah, because I won’t walk to the convenience store on my own in the middle of the night.”

“Great!” Jungkook jumped up excitedly, already stuffing his phone in the pocket of his sweatpants.

Only minutes later the both of you walked down the street side by side.

“I think we should get some cup noodles as well.” Jungkook thought out loud and grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers.

You tried to fight off the warmth spreading through your body from this simple touch but you couldn’t stop the slight tingling within yourself. “If you could, you’d add kimchi, sushi and lamb skewers on that list.”

Jungkook laughed loudly and agreed with you, making you giggle in amusement. “We could get popcorn and watch a movie.” Continuing the walk to the store his thoughts changed to deciding on a fitting movie the both of you could watch.

You smiled and listened to his suggestions, humming every now and then when he explained his choice. When you turned the corner into an alley you looked ahead again, remembering what happened the last time you walked through an alley. That’s when you noticed someone walking a little ahead of you.

“Hey isn’t that Yoongi?”

“I think so”, you agreed with Jungkook’s question, who had scanned the alley too, before walking further into it. “Hey! Yoongi!” You screamed loudly but didn’t get a reaction from the man.

“Five bucks, he’s listening to music again!”

“Of course he is, I won’t even argue against it.” You laughed and pulled out your phone, deciding to call him this way.

Not even one ring later and he accepted the call, raising his phone to his ear. “Y/N? Are… alright?... middle.. night.. wrong?”

You frowned and quickly checked the reception. “That’s odd”, you whispered and placed your phone back to your ear. “Yoongi? I can’t hear you! Something is off with your phone!”

Jungkook watched you worriedly, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles as an attempt to calm you.

“Yoongi? Just turn around, okay? We’re right behind you!” You looked up again and froze, eyes widening in fear. “Jungkook?”

Immediately Jungkook turned around and tensed up as well. “Shit.”

At the end of the alley a huge deformed creature crawled out of the shadows. Smoke wafted around its form and a slimy liquid dripped on the ground from something that you thought to be its mouth.

“YOONGI! RUN!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, staring in horror when your friend looked up in confusion, seeing the both of you standing at the entrance of the alley and then turning to see the creature. “RUN!”

“I need to help him.” Jungkook tried to let go of your hand but you gripped his arm and yanked him forcefully back.

“You can’t!”

“I have to! It’s what I’m supposed to do!”

“This is different!” You pleaded with him, your eyes flickering between Jungkook’s deadly expression and Yoongi running away from the monster.

“Y/N,” Jungkook cupped your face and forced you to look at him, “get Yoongi and run home!”

“What about you?”

“I’ll kick this monster’s ass and be right behind you.” His gaze softened for a second. “I promise.” With that reassurement he kissed you. But as quick as he initiated the kiss as quickly he pulled away from you again. 

The cold Jungkook left behind crept through your whole body, worsening your fear. Helplessly you watched him slip out of your reach and run off.  You heard him say the command for the transformation, followed by the blinding light enveloping his body before you saw the red jacket fly behind him.

Yoongi reached you, grabbed your arm and pulled you behind a container, pressing both of you close against the cold metal. “I’m not that knowledgeable”, he panted and a shiver ran through his body, “but did Jungkook just do a magical girl transformation?”

“Yeah.”

“And apparently those monster attacks were real.”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck. And you’re not surprised,” Yoongi stated, scanning your face quickly.

“Yeah.”

“Not that surprising since you’re together but why didn’t you correct Namjoon or me when you knew?”

“Really?” You deadpanned and looked at Yoongi pointedly. “Would you really have believed me? Both of you would have brushed it off just like Taehyung.”

“But Taehyung never saw a monster.”

“What does it matter? You didn’t even believe the people claiming to be attacked by a monster!” You argued back.

“Okay, fine. I was wrong,” Yoongi grumbled and leaned around the container, watching Jungkook fight against that thing. “Are you sure I am not just hallucinating this right now?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck. I can’t believe Jungkook is fighting that thing.”

“Sailor Kook.”

“Sailor Kook?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow and looked back at you, before his gaze flickered back to the alley.

“His hero name,” you stated, before you tensed up again. “Hey! What do you mean it’s not surprising since we’re together?”

“Aren’t you a couple?”

“No, we’re not!”

“Then why did he kiss you?”

You felt the heat creep up your cheeks, while you stuttered some sort of argument against it.

“Is this really the time to argue with me whether you’re a couple or not?”

“Okay, fine. I won’t say no, if he’d ask me! But he didn’t for now!” You clarified and glared at Yoongi, who only watched you with an amused smirk playing on his lips.

“He really did a magical girl transformation, huh?”

“Yeah.” You finally turned around as well and peeked around the corner, seeing Jungkook shooting one ball of magical power after the other, without any use.

“This doesn’t look good”, Yoongi stated worriedly. “Who even gave him the power?”

“Bunny on the moon”, you whispered as an answer while your eyes were trained on Jungkook, who dodged an attack from the beast.

Before you knew it a little green cloud exploded in front of your eyes, making you and Yoongi cough slightly.

“Finally ready to talk about the terms and conditions?” The voice of the bunny teased you, floating once again right in front of your face. Though it turned around, seeing Jungkook fight, before you even had the chance to answer it. “Ah, it’s not about the terms and conditions.”

“There’s a floating rabbit.” Yoongi stared blankly at the animal before his head turned to you. “And you’re not surprised again”, he stated matter of factly. “Why do I even ask?”

You ignored him and turned your attention back to the bunny. “How can he defeat this thing?”

It contemplated your question, weighing his head from side to side. “Not without help.” The rabbit clapped with its paws and the little stone, which you had carefully placed in a jewellery box at home, appeared in front of you. 

“If I accept, what do I even do? I know nothing about this!” You cried, trepidation clawing at your insides. Your gaze flickered once again to Jungkook.

“You know more than you think.”

The creature slammed its arm against Jungkook’s body and smashed him against a wall. You watched him stagger slightly before he shot the monster again.

You cursed and grabbed the stone, holding it over your heart with closed eyes. “I will accept this power granted to me!” 

The stone liquified in your hand and snaked its way around your wrist, turning into a simple stone bracelet. That was the minute you felt the prickling underneath your skin, spreading from your chest and all over your body; from the crown of your head to the tip of your toes, engulfing you whole. When you opened your eyes again, you saw the same blinding colourful glow emanating from your skin, which you had seen on Jungkook before.

For a second you worried about being naked within this light before your costume would manifest but the thought vanished quickly when you felt fabric covering your skin.

Once the transformation ended you stood next to Yoongi and glanced down at your body. You had indeed different clothes on than before and you still felt this spark in your fingertips, wiggling them around to get a feeling for it.

“Shouldn’t your transformation end in some hero pose?”

“If you want a magical girl pose after a transformation, become a magical girl yourself, smartass,” you snapped and pushed against Yoongi’s shoulder, though you couldn’t suppress the giggle escaping your lips from the hilarity of seeing Yoongi as a magical girl warrior.

“Nah, I think I'll stick with law studies.” He grinned as well. “Which reminds me. Try to avoid vandalism while fighting the monster.”

“Really? That’s what you’re worried about?”

“You don’t want a lawsuit. That is worse than this monster, believe me.”

“Gosh, Yoongi, sometimes.. ugh.” You groaned and turned towards the bunny instead. “Keep an eye on him!” With that you ran towards Jungkook, who just got thrown on the ground.

Panic filled your thoughts and you picked up the pace, before you skittered to a halt in front of his body. 

“Y/N?”

You didn’t have the time to answer him, seeing the monster trying to attack you guys again. “Shit, shit, shit.” You needed some sort of shield, but there was nothing in your grasp. You cursed again, when the monster lifted its arm ready to pound down on you, and stretched your arms forward, screaming. “With the power given to me!”

You flinched slightly when you heard the loud thud, before you realised the punch didn’t hit you. Hesitantly, you peeled your eyes open again, not remembering when you even closed them, and instantly noticed the magical shield hovering over you and Jungkook. “Are you alright?” You breathed out and glanced over your shoulder, seeing Jungkook getting back on his knees.

“Thanks to you, yeah.” He scooted closer to you, stabilising your arms before the monster threw another hit against the shield.

“Any idea how to defeat this thing?”

“Do you trust me?”

“As much as I want to deny that, I do trust you.”

“Good! After the next punch you have to retract the shield and combine your power with mine,” Jungkook told you, supporting you from behind. “You need to visualise a huge ball of energy with me and once I give you the signal we push it towards that monster.”

You nodded while you continuously chanted his instructions in your mind, trying to reassure yourself. Your eyes flickered from the monster towering over the both of you to your hands and Jungkook’s bigger ones evenly outstretched right next to them. You unconsciously leaned into his chest, searching for his warmth to calm you.

“We got this.”

Again you just nodded and tried to breathe evenly.

When the monster punched against the shield you felt your whole body tremble from the force. At the same time the monster staggered backwards.

Jungkook immediately grabbed your wrists and pulled them away from the shield, dissolving it with the movement. “Okay now the energy ball!” He placed his hands once again next to you, holding them as if he carried something round.

You copied him quickly and pictured a huge globe filled with flowing energy.

“With the power given to us!”

You closed your eyes and concentrated on the vision as well as every movement Jungkook made. Without even looking you followed his motions, feeling the ball growing larger with every breath you took.

“Now!” Jungkook screamed and pushed forward. As soon as the magical orb was out of your control, he grabbed your body and spinned you around, pressing you close against his chest.

You felt the impact more than you heard it, since it vibrated violently through the air. You grabbed onto Jungkook’s button up, scared of letting him go without knowing what was going on.

Yoongi watched the monster literally imploding before it vanished in a cloud of smoke. “Is it dead?” He glanced towards the rabbit on his shoulder.

“Definitely is.”

“Good.” He walked out of his hideout and hurried to you and Jungkook. “Guys, you made it! It’s over!”

You looked up with wide eyes before you leaned to one side and glanced behind Jungkook, seeing Yoongi was in fact right. A huge smile spread on your lips. “We made it.”

“Told you so.” Jungkook grinned and stood up, pulling you with him, while he kept his arms around you and still held you close to his chest. “We’re a good team.”

“Absolutely!”

“We should send a warning to all monsters, trying to overtake our town,” Jungkook added cockily, “Prepare for trouble!”

“And make it double!” You added with a laugh.

“Oh please god no!”

Both you and Jungkook turned to Yoongi, seeing his annoyed expression.

“Okay, fine. No warning then.” You smiled hesitantly. “We’re still a team though.”

“The best,” Jungkook whispered and grabbed your chin, tilting your head up. With his free hand he took off your mask before he pulled his own off as well. “Thanks for saving me.” He leaned down and kissed you.

“The power of love”, said the bunny and nodded while it watched you.

“Not to interrupt your little moment there but I really need a drink, right about now.” Yoongi coughed awkwardly and rubbed one hand over his face. “What about you, guys?”

“Actually, that doesn’t sound so bad”, you agreed with a soft smile, “I think I still have some alcohol at my place.”

“Then it’s settled. We’re having a drink.”

Yoongi turned around and walked into the direction of your apartment, the bunny still sitting on his shoulder.

You chuckled slightly and wanted to follow them, when Jungkook held you back. You looked up at him with innocent eyes, waiting for him to speak up.

Jungkook watched Yoongi walk a little further before he leaned down with a smirk and whispered into your ear. “Just so you know, once they’re gone I want to see your magical girl transformation.”