#bts!au

Jiho had left the morning before, and the last of the signed paperwork slipped under your door before he left in the early hours. He had been so easy to convince, sure, he bickered a little, but you believed that was all for show, so he didn’t appear overly eager to dump the responsibility onto someone else. Your sister was another story. While she paid very little attention to the hybrids in her care, she had always been overly possessive of them. Jiyoo was difficult even as a child, just because she didn’t use something anymore didn’t mean she was willing to give it up. Especially if it was obvious that someone coveted it. It’s still hers. You just hoped she had matured just a smidge. Enough to hear reason and be willing to do the right thing.

Directly ahead of you was the tennis court. You sat with Jiyoo watching as Hoseok and Jeongguk played a match and Namjoon kept track of the score, occasionally having to play umpire. Off to the right, further away, were Taehyung and Jimin, the pair was sitting under a tree facing each other. You hadn’t seen the pair in two days; it seemed as if they were purposely avoiding you, and while usually you would be a little curious. This time you weren’t. In fact, you felt a sense of relief that you couldn’t explain. Despite the strange feelings you were sorting through, you were still determined to acquire ownership!

“Y/n, I don't know what you’re planning, but I have to ask, have you thought this through?” Jiyoo’s sudden question had you choking on your tea.

She could mean so many things. About Yoongi, about school, your job, or about the stupid thing you're doing with the hybrids. The answer to every single one of these things was a no. No, you hadn't thought it through. In all honesty, there's probably not a single thing you've ever done that's truly been thought through thoroughly. Everything was spontaneous, sudden. Maybe that's why none of it had ever ended well.

You ran away from home with no plans, only your enrollment to University. You moved into the apartment that you couldn't afford, meeting Yoongi and developing some weird dependency on him that you often mistook for romantic feelings. You studied only to hate the career and never work in it, hopping from job to job in hopes of finding something you enjoyed even the teeniest bit. Then you returned home for a wedding, only to find yourself back in feelings you tried so hard to run from, to hide from.

And now? Now your stupidass was trying to do the exact opposite of what every organ in your body begged you not to do. Adopting the 6 men that invaded your teenage years and left you a terrible mess.

So whatever Jiyoo was talking about, the answer was no. No, you have not, and no, you will not think about it either. The more you think about things, the worse you get.

“What exactly am I planning?” You questioned, trying your best to be nonchalant. There was no doubt you looked like an idiot; your original reaction to the question had already been exposed enough.

Jiyoo gave a look that confirmed your thoughts. Idiot, idiot, idiot. That's what her face screamed.

“Jiho told me that you adopted the ferret and dog.” Jiyoo’s eyes were back on the tennis court, following the back and forth of the ball.

“They have names--and a dog? Namjoon is a dingo.” You corrected, ignoring the fact that Jiho had already snitched. God, you hoped he hadn't opened his fat mouth to your parents.

Snorting, Jiyoo didn't even look away. Eyes trained forward as the ball flew past Jeongguk, rattling the metal fencing. Hoseok cheered gleefully, arms thrown in the air before breaking into a celebratory dance. Hoseok's delight seemed to rile Jeongguk up, triggering his competitiveness. Pointing the dark blue racket at Hoseok, his lips curled up in a sneer, silent words fell from his lips. You could only guess he was demanding a rematch, and judging by the loud laughter from Hoseok, it wasn't asked nicely.

“I'll sign them over to you; that's not an issue. I don't care for them, and honestly, Y/n, I don't think I ever really did.” She sighed, finally facing you again. “All I ask is that you tell me what you're planning so I know you'll be safe.”

The surprise on your face couldn't be suppressed. Never in all your years had you seen or heard any words of concern from your sister. She had never been one to care or worry about your well-being, what you were doing, or the aftermath of any of the stupid choices you made. Your sister wasn’t anything like you saw on TV or read in books; hell, she wasn't even like your friends' sisters. Jiyoo seemed to despise your existence and yet now, here she was showing some kind of sibling comrade. If it could even be called that.

“I don't have a plan.” You admitted, rubbing your sweaty palms over your jeans. “All I know is it can't continue like this, Jiyoo.”

She nodded, a contemplative look on her face, and for a second, you were certain you fucked up your chance of getting her to sign off on them.

“Bring me whatever paperwork by tonight, and I'll sign it all. But Y/n, you have to be careful. Don't trust them.”

The confused look on your face was enough for her to continue.

“They're weird, Y/n, and I don't mean that in a bitchy way. I mean it like, there is something deeply fucking wrong with those guys. All of them. Jiho never noticed; he's a man. But I'm sure you did.” Her words were harsh, and they were true.

While you hadn't ever noticed any strange behaviour from the others, Jeongguk had always sent alarm bells ringing. But if he gets along with the boys, you can only assume they have similar tendencies. You are the company you keep after all. In saying that, you truly didn't want to lump them all into one category. Maybe for once the saying wasn't right.

Jimin wasn’t an idiot. It was obvious that Taehyung had been avoiding everyone. For the first few days, Jimin just assumed it was because of the cut on his head and the bruise to his cheek. But even once they had practically disappeared, he still kept a distance. It was odd considering how much of a social butterfly his friend is. He had tried to mention it a few times now, but every time he was dismissed. But not today. This time, Jimin was determined to find out what exactly was going on. That was why he had picked the spot they were resting at. While everyone else was together, closer by, socialising and playing games, Jimin and Taehyung sat further away from the rest. Still within eyesight, but just far enough for the other hybrids to need to actively pay attention to hear the conversation.

It was Jimin's favourite spot. Under a large tree, the grass beneath them and the sun partially blocked by the leaves, with only gentle rays peeking through. It was usually a spot Jimin could relax, but for the first time ever, he found himself anxious in the only place that had ever made him calm.

“Taehyung, what's going on?” Despite the sternness of his name, the question was soft and full of worry.

The dirty blonde looked at his friend with false confusion, tilting his head to really play into his act. “We're just sitting outside, aren't we?”

Jimin felt his annoyance spike. Did he think so poorly of him? Did everyone just see him as some sort of idiot? He has eyes; he can see something strange is going on. Taehyung is definitely avoiding someone or something. They were supposed to be best friends, and yet here he sits playing dumb. Lying. What sort of friend is that?

He wanted to yell, shake him, and demand the truth, but that would only bring attention, and the last thing he needs is Jiyoo, or worse, Y/n, looking this way and thinking they were having an altercation. Poor Y/n has seen enough since she arrived.

“You're lying,” Jimin said point-blank. As soon as the words left his mouth, Taehyung’s face dropped. “You keep saying nothing's wrong, pushing whatever it is aside. Stop it. Talk to me.”

Taehyung made an expression that Jimin had never seen before. He didn't even know how to describe it. Guilt? Fear? But something else. Confidence, maybe? Like he was certain in himself, in whatever was happening, despite knowing it was something bad.

“If I tell you, can you promise not to be upset?”

A promise he shouldn't make, but if it means getting to the bottom of Taehyung’s strange behaviour, then so be it.

With a stiff nod, Taehyung seemed to relax. He rolled into a sitting position, legs crossed tightly as he stared his friend down with a seriousness that was completely foreign. There seemed to be hesitation in his eyes; whatever it was that Taehyung had to share clearly wasn't something that would have Jimin jumping for joy.

After a few seconds, Taehyung seemed to deem it safe to speak, and Lord did he. The words started spewing past his lips, rambling and upbeat. As the story progressed, Jimin found himself realizing why Taehyung was so hesitant to talk. By the end of his spiel, Jimin didn't know what to say or feel. He knew for certain he felt sick to his stomach.

This was very, very bad.

​“You’re upset.” Taehyung huffed, leaning back on his elbows.

​Jimin’s jaw dropped. “Taehyung!” He hissed, rubbing his palms over his face in frustration. “Of course I am. If Jeongguk finds out you are dead.”

​What Taehyung did was wrong; it was assault. Y/n wasn’t in love with him, and he was certain she hadn’t given any signs, and if she had? She was drunk. Whatever signals he thought there were should’ve been ignored, just like Master Jiyoo taught them. If Jeongguk finds out that Taehyung has done this, and whilst Miss Y/n was unconscious, there is no stopping what he may do and from what little Jimin has managed to learn about Yoongi, he has no doubts that the snake hybrid will help Jeongguk out.

​“We can’t let anyone find out,” Jimin murmured, chewing on his nail anxiously.

​Taehyung clenched his jaw, fingers digging into the soil under his hands. Why isn’t Jimin happy for him? After that night, everything had clicked into place for Taehyung. It hadn’t been obvious, but fate worked in mysterious ways. He and Y/n were supposed to be together, it’s why you came back. All signs point to this.

​“Find out what?”

Looking over his shoulder, Jimin instantly recognised the eldest member of the hybrids towering over his seated form. “Jin Hyung!” The panicked greeting did little to hide suspicion.

“What have you guys done now?” He pressed, ignoring the greeting. When the two below him stayed silent, he quirked a brow. Silently asking if they seriously wanted to do this. The further silence only made him sigh. “Don’t make me call Joonie over.”

The mention of the dingo hybrid had the fox and coyote looking at one another, Jimin’s eyes pleading with Taehyung’s. Taehyung was hesitant. He wasn’t an idiot. What he had done wasn’t right; he definitely went about it the wrong way, but he couldn’t help himself. Taehyung knew he could trust Jimin to keep everything a secret, but it made him feel guilty. He didn’t want to get Jimin in trouble. He was innocent in all this after all. He just knew a bit of information; he shouldn’t be scolded for that. Sighing deeply, Taehyung gave in. Jin wouldn’t get the full story, of course, Taehyung would just tell him an easier, more palatable answer.

“We haven’t done anything, Jin Hyung,” Jimin assured, forcing a cheerful smile onto his lips. His excuse was pushed aside as Taehyung cut in.

“We're talking about Y/n.”

Surprised, Jin silently urged him to continue. He had expected it to be about her strange behaviour over the last few days. She had been avoidant, going back and forth from the study and arguing with Yoongi almost every night. Despite their advanced hearing, they hadn’t quite figured out what the pair were disagreeing so vehemently about.

“Y/n and I are in a relationship.” Taehyung’s nonchalant tone left Jin (and Jimin) speechless, jaws hanging.

“Excuse me?”

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AS ALWAYSSSSS feedback is welcome and begged for! ily <3

a/n: hello everyone!!! thank u for all your patience. it means a lot! life was has been hectic. i recently have been dealing with mental health issues, medication adjustments and work. I work full time and also foster cats so I have very little free time these days :(

Friday night.

You carefully apply a coat of what you have dubbed your favourite ‘black like my soul’ lipstick, then place a tissue between your plump lips. “How far away are you and the boys?” you ask into your cell phone that sits atop your vanity dresser. You closely examine your painted lips in the mirror, liking what you see.

Perfect, you smirk.

“We’re around the corner,” a deep voice on the other end of the core replies and your core clenches in memory of the face the voice belongs to. “Are you almost ready?”

Stepping back to admire your reflection, you smooth down the wrinkles in your skirt and turn on every angle to see if anything is out of place. “I’m just doing my final touches,” you answer, raising the volume of your voice just a tiny bit so they can hear. “Do you want to beep and I’ll come out, or did you want to come inside first?” You begin to pack the necessary makeup, your ID, and credit cards into a small purse.

Some rustling on the other end is heard before the male responds, “We’ve actually just pulled up in front of your apartment if you’re ready.”

Checking your reflection one last time and sending a quick selfie with the caption ‘guess who’s going out tonight?’, you switch your bedroom lights off, then proceed to make sure that all the necessary electrical switches around your apartment are turned off as well. “I’m just locking up now and I’ll be down in less than two.”

“Okay then, noona,” the voice says, “see you soon.”

∞

“Is she on her way down?” Jimin asks, squinting out the car window for any sign of the female.

Jungkook makes a humming noise as he ends the call and slides his phone into the pocket of his jeans. “She’s just locking up.”

“Are you excited, Kook?” The excited grin Taehyung wears matches the energy in his voice. “This is your guys’ first time clubbing together, right?”

The youngest male shrugs with nonchalance, hiding his nerves.

“Why wouldn’t he be?” Jimin exclaims. “He gets to show off his hot, older girlfriend.”

Even before the two of you had started dating, Jungkook knew you were a social butterfly that thrived on having your Friday and Saturday filled with drinks and dancing. It is how we met after all, he muses. Your reputation for getting “turnt up”, as Taehyung had once so eloquently put it, was renowned within the group, and it was common knowledge that you were a “go hard or go home!” type of party person.

A smack on his shoulder brings Jungkook out of his thoughts and Jimin points out the window. “Here she comes.”

Hoseok, who is sitting in the driver’s seat as the night’s DSD (Designated Sober Driver), whistles in appreciation.

“Better watch your girl,” Taehyung jesters, wiggling his eyebrows.

Jungkook glances out the window and he can’t help that the sight of you exiting the building makes the area around his crotch a just a little bit tighter.

You look drop-dead hot and you know it. Sauntering towards the vehicle wearing a black velvet spaghetti strap mini dress and your ‘step on my neck’ thigh high stilettos in the same colour, you know the boys are looking at you and you can’t help but add a little more sway to your hips as a smirk graces your dark lips. The front passenger seat window rolls down to reveal Yoongi giving you a once-over.

“Is it too late to say I like pussy?” he jokes, and you playfully twirl like you’re on a catwalk; revealing a cheeky glimpse of your backside and the thin black material that sits comfortably between your round cheeks.

“Only if Hoseok joins.”

The car door opens and Jungkook steps out, looking absolutely delectable in a light charcoal gray suit with his freshly dyed purple locks pulled back in a bun. The two of you share a hungry look, and as you slide into the car, Jungkook is tempted to pull you back out and drag you back into your apartment.

“Gentlemen,” you greet, putting your seatbelt on, “How are we all?”

They greet you excitedly, complimenting your look for the night.

“It’s giving Ariana Grande’s ‘Break up with your Boyfriend.” Taehyung muses, childishly snapping the strap of your dress. “Spicy.”

You roll your eyes and focus your attention on the boy sitting next to you. A genuine, soft smile appears on your face as you take Jungkook’s hand and place a kiss on his tattooed knuckles. “Hi baby,” you whisper softly, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

He squeezes your hand affectionately, loss for words, when the black choker around your neck catches his eye and he zeroes in on the small diamante initials dangling in the centre.

JK.

His brain short-circuits and his pants grow uncomfortably tighter. The sound of your voice saying his name brings him out of his stupor and his gaze quickly travels down your form, soaking you in. When his eyes meet yours, he notices the pink in your cheeks and the slight hitch in your breath when his fingers reach up to touch the material around your neck.

“Do you like it?” Your words are barely audible, only loud enough for him to hear, and he nods before pressing a soft kiss on your forehead and wrapping you under his arm.

“You look beautiful, noona.”

You preen at the compliment, but you can’t help but notice that there is something off. You are not sure how or what it is, but the slight twitch in his pierced brow and the clenched fist on his lap has you concerned. “Jungkook,” you cup his face, bringing his attention to your slightly worried face. “Are you alright? You seem a little on edge?”

He isn’t sure how to answer but he feels awful when he sees your eyebrows stitch together in uncertainty. “I’m fine,” he reassures. He un-clenches his fist and caresses the apple of your cheeks. Your eyes close and you lean into his soft touch; the smell of him overwhelming your senses with comfort and longing. “Just a little tired, that’s all. I’ll be fine once we get to the club.” He boops your nose affectionately, breaking into a smile that warms your heart and the space between your legs.

You return his smile and whisper playfully into his ear, “We don’t have you go out tonight if you don’t want to. I’m happy just to stay home and have our own little birthday celebration.”

“We already did,” his tone matches the sultriness in your own, “On my actual birthday night, remember?”

You smirk knowingly. “Oh, I remember. And I won’t argue against skipping tonight if we get to do it again.”

A gagging noise breaks the obvious sexual tension between the two of you, and you both turn to glare at Jimin who is staring back at you with a semi-disgusted look on his face. “I don’t know what kind of kinky shit you two get up to in the room but unless you’re inviting all of us, please don’t make me privy to it.”

You grin mischievously. “All you have to do is ask, Park.”

His cheeks are red with embarrassment - and arousal, which he will vehemently deny - and you send him a flirty wink and air kiss before settling back into Jungkook’s embrace. The light touch of your lips on his cheeks and the cheers from your friends as Taehyung passes around a flask is enough to calm Jungkook’s nerves.

∞

The club is as busy as expected. You weren’t really one to skip lines, but seeing that you actually knew one of the bouncers ― “Namjoon!” you cry happily, engulfing the tall blond in your arms and placing a sloppy kiss on his cheek. Your eyes bulge at his solid chest. “Since when did you get these?” ― you and the boys were lucky enough to bypass the thirty minute wait and get a free round of drinks from the Bar Manager and Namjoon’s boyfriend, Seokjin.

Jungkook won’t admit it, but your friendly personality and knack for knowing everyone did have its benefits.

However, standing at the bar next to Yoongi and Hoseok watching you and the dynamic duo grind to the beat of whatever generic pop remix the DJ is spinning, does nothing to placate the irritated feeling in his chest. His grip on the glass in his hand tightens and his left eye twitches when you grind your backside provocatively against Taehyung’s belt and Jimin slides his thigh between your legs. Your arms are wrapped around Jimin’s neck loosely and your head is thrown back against Taehyung’s shoulder while his hands rest comfortably on your hips, guiding them along to the beat of the music.

“I know that look,” Seokjin says loudly as he rests his arms on the counter, slightly scaring the younger male. “Think of it this way; at least she’s not doing that with two complete strangers.”

Jungkook’s frown deepens as he takes a sip of the strong drink. “I would rather her not be doing that with anyone at all.”

Yoongi side-eyes Jungkook with concern. “Are you alright kid? You seemed upset earlier this evening.”

“It’s nothing.” Jungkook waves his hand dismissively before finishing his drink. Yoongi raises an eyebrow, encouraging the younger to speak. “It’s just that...” he sighs, unsure of how to continue, “I know the three of them have history―”

“The three of them have been friends for a very long time,” Hoseok, his chin resting on Yoongi’s shoulder, interrupts with a comforting, but firm, smile. “I know where your mind is at, JK, but Yoongi and I have also known her just as long as those two have. Trust us. Trust them.

“Trust her.” Yoongi finishes, sending Hoseok a thankful smile and subtly rubbing the back of his hand with his thumb.

Jungkook casts another look out onto the dance floor and sees you sandwiched between Taehyung and Jimin, head thrown back in full laughter as they lead you in a very awkward yet hilarious three-person tango.

Sighing guiltily, he scans the nearest bathroom and tells his friends he’ll be right back. Thankfully there is no line and he nods at the security guard standing in front of the bathroom door. It is empty inside so he quickly relieves himself then washes his hands. As he pulls his hair into a small ponytail ― “Man bun,” he hears you chide with a small giggle ― letting a few tendrils frame his face, he stares at his reflection.

Come on man, he scolds, get it together.

He splashes some water on his face, and then with one final look in the mirror for confidence, he exits the bathroom. He immediately spots Hoseok and Yoongi on the dance floor with you, and his eyes soften as he watches the four males cheer and hype you up. He is undeniably in love with you, and when he locks eyes with you amongst the crowd, your lips curling into a coaxing smirk, he feels the blood from his head rush down to the semi-hard appendage in his pants.

He begins to make his way through the crowd when suddenly, he feels a light tap on his shoulder.

Confused, he turns around and is greeted by a petite female he doesn’t recognise.

“Sorry,” she says, nervously biting her lips, “I don’t mean to bother you…” she casts a quick look backwards.

“Are you okay?” he asks, brows furrowing in concern. He follows her gaze, trying to see what she is looking at or looking for, but the woman is already facing him. She steps closer to him and he forces himself to remain in his spot. “Is something wrong?”

She lowers her head hesitantly and Jungkook has to bend to hear her, “My ex is at the bar and has been harassing me all night.”

Not one to leave someone unhelped, Jungkook scans the area for any available security. “Do you need me to call security?”

“No!” she cries, confusing him. Before he can react, she grabs his hands and places them on her hips before wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself closer. “He’s not dangerous, just persistent. If he sees me dancing with someone else, he’ll leave me alone.”

“Oh.” Jungkook gulps nervously and he can feel his hands getting clammy. “Um…” he tries to inconspicuously wipe his hands on her dress, but the movement is misconstrued when the female takes it as a sign to press her body closer to his.

∞

“I should probably go and help him,” you sigh pitifully, watching your sweet, sweet boyfriend struggle to politely remove the woman’s arms wrapped around his neck. You can’t help but feel a certain type of way as your eyes rake over Jungkook’s toned figure. His shirt sleeves have been rolled up to his elbows, revealing his tattoos, and your mouth salivates at the sight. Never have you been so attracted to someone before.

It’s something you consider making very clear to the woman trying to seduce your boyfriend on the dance floor.

“Is that a hint of jealousy I hear in your voice?” Taehyung jokes as he and Jimin stand either side of you, also watching the scene in front of them. The three of you are resting against a wall that gives you a full visual of the dance floor, while Yoongi and Hoseok have wandered to the bathroom.

“Please. I don’t get jealous.”

As if mocking you, the DJ smoothly transitions the current set into Nick Jonas and Tinashe’s remix of ‘Jealous’, and your two friends snicker at the irony.

“I think both the universe and the DJ disagrees with you.”

“Don’t make me stab you with my heel, Kim.”

He has the audacity to wink. “Wouldn’t be the first time, babe.”

“I’ll make sure it hurts this time.”

“Promises, promises,” he tuts, running a hand through his honey-blonde locks.

“If you two are finished sharing your pain kinks,” Jimin interrupts with an eye roll at your antics, “I think our golden boy might actually need rescuing.”

Landing one last jab in your friend’s abdomen, you redirect your attention back to your boyfriend. Your eyes narrow when the female whispers in his ear, a flirtatious smile painting her red lips, before she spins and seductively slides her body down his front and then slowly grinds her backside back up his leg.

Wordlessly, you push yourself off the wall and make your way towards Jungkook, leaving Jimin and Taehyung watching you maneuver through the crowd. They admire the way your presence alone has people seamlessly moving out of your way.

“The power she holds…” Jimin murmurs.

Taehyung nods in agreement, licking his lips.

∞

Jungkook is frozen when the woman turns around and faces him once again, her chest against his and her lips dangerously close to his neck. He doesn’t deny that the woman in his arms is attractive, but the strong scent of her perfume tingles his nasal senses in a not-so-nice way, and he fights the urge to sneeze.

She peers up at him with a small, flirtatious smile. “I’m sorry for coming so strongly onto you like this,” she purrs, and Jungkook notes that the coquettish lilt in her tone is anything but apologetic. “But I really appreciate you coming to my rescue.”

I didn’t though, Jungkook thinks to himself. His fists clench at his side. “It’s not a problem…” he curses the way he stumbles over his words. “Do you think your ex has left yet?”

The woman hums, throwing an all-too-quickly half-hearted look over her shoulder before returning her attention back to the young male. “No, he’s still there. We’ll just have to keep dancing until he gets bored.” Her eyes flutter innocently. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Uh…” Before Jungkook can even think of a reply, he feels an arm slide between his and gently grab his hand. The touch is familiar and Jungkook visibly relaxes as you stand next to him and uncurl his fist to interlace his fingers with yours. “Noona…” he breathes in relief.

To anyone looking, the smile on your face appears warm and easy-going. But Jungkook recognises the look in your eye, and he’s torn between being grateful or nervous. “Baby,” you coo, placing a soft kiss on Jungkook’s cheek that has him blushing at the public display of affection. “Who’s your friend?”

The woman pauses, the frown on her face declaring her obvious unhappiness at your presence, then folds her arms defensively. “We were just dancing.”

“When?”

The woman falters. “When what?”

“When did I ask?” Your tone is sharp, scathing, as you finally turn your attention to her and raise a perfectly arched brow; silently daring her to speak.

Like something out of a K-drama scene, the female scoffs. “Who are you? His girlfriend?”

You almost laugh at the cheesiness. Thanks to the inches in your heels, you stand a few centimetres taller than her, making your presence that more intimidating. “As a matter of fact, I am.”

“Is he not allowed to dance with other women?” she sneers and you sigh, bored.

Deciding to ignore the woman altogether, you gaze at Jungkook, who is staring back at you adoringly, your free hand creeping up his back to lightly graze the back of his neck. You ask, “Home time?” and he nods fervently. Without sparing another glance at the female, you lead Jungkook by the hand. Just like Jimin and Taehyung, he is in awe at how your presence parts the crowd on the floor like the Red Sea.

The two of you reach the rest of the boys by the bar, and with a simple, “we’re off; love yous” followed by Hoseok reminding you to text them when you get home, the two of you exit the club and catch a taxi back to your apartment.

∞

Although the ride back to your apartment is quick, Jungkook struggles to hold himself together in the backseat as your hands lightly trace non-existent patterns on his thigh while holding a small conversation with the driver. He doesn’t know how you’re able to multitask so effortlessly when he’s shifting uncomfortably at the tightness in his pants, but he draws it up to one of your many talents.

When the taxi pulls up outside your apartment complex, Jungkook hurriedly places a large bill in the driver’s hand, telling him to keep the change, before helping you out of the car and pulling you towards the entrance to your building. Your melodic laughter rings throughout the lobby as you wait for the elevator ― your building’s security guard acknowledges the two of you from their post with a knowing smile ― and when the doors close and the lift ascends, Jungkook’s large hands are cupping your face as he presses his lips against yours. He licks at the seam of your mouth, foregoing any softness you’re used to, and when you part your lips, his tongue is exploring every crevice inside.

There is urgency and want in the kiss which you return happily.

Reaching up, you playfully tug on the man bun that has been giving you grief since the start of the night and Jungkook moans at the sensation of his hair being pulled. The sound shoots straight to your core, and you grind helplessly against his thigh that slides between your legs. You moan at the friction.

With one hand, he frantically pulls your already short dress higher; his palm sliding the material further up before gripping your thigh and wrapping it around his waist, the heel of your boot digging into his back deliciously. You sigh happily; the cool metal of his buckle hitting your centre. It’s not exactly what you want, but you don’t complain. Anything will do if it is rubbing against your covered clit.

Jungkook smirks into the kiss and grinds his hard, albeit clothed, cock against your core. The sound you make drives him crazy. “You’re so needy, noona.” He pants, trailing kisses down the column of your neck. He is greeted by the velvet material around your neck, and the bejewelled initials dangling in the centre brings out something feral in him. “Did you wear this just for me, hm?” he asks, fingers lightly grazing the choker.

“Jungkook…”

He raises a pierced brow and you can’t find it in yourself to argue at how hot the simple action is. “While I enjoy hearing my name spill from your lips, that’s not the answer I was looking for.”

You’re dazed and confused, the bright lights from the elevator blinding you as you feel Jungkook’s deft fingers lightly graze your neck, your clavicle, down between the valley of your breasts, and then disappearing beneath your dress. You can barely breathe his name, but when you feel the briefest of touches against the material covering your centre, you can’t help the long drawn out “yes” that falls from your lips. The sound is embarrassingly pornographic, and you hate that with just the simplest of touches, Jungkook has you reduced to a wanton mess.

“Say it again for me.” Your boyfriend coaxes, his long digits inching towards the band of your underwear. “Did you wear that choker just for me?”

You bite your bottom lip in an effort to keep your noises at bay, but Jungkook is having none of that. He kisses you harshly, nipping your lip hard but not enough to draw blood, as his fingers slide beneath the material that guards the place where you want him most. You move your hips reflexively against his thigh, but the pressure isn’t enough, making you whimper needily. “Kook...please...want you…”

“Right here?” Jungkook asks, his fingers caressing your lower lips. “In this elevator?”

You whimper again and Jungkook offers you a moment of reprieve. The pads of his fingers find the nub hidden between your lower lips, and you sigh in relief. Gently, he rubs circles and whispers words of encouragement as your arms come up behind his neck and your hands find purchase in his hair. Sliding your wetness from your clit to your entrance, you shiver at the feeling, pleading with him to use his fingers. “Jungkook…” you moan, grinding down. “Stop teasing. Please.”

His thumb on your clit feels euphoric, but your core clenches around nothing and you want more. Need more. His lips are on your neck and his voice is soft when he says, “Whatever you want, noona.”

Satisfaction and excitement courses through your body when he rubs his middle finger against your entrance, but the feeling is interrupted when the sound of the elevator doors opening pulls you from your reverie.

“Fuck!” Jungkook growls in frustration and he reluctantly retracts his fingers to help adjust your clothes.

The two of you are breathing heavily when you part, dishevelled, but the look you share is animalistic and impatient. You exit the lift and swiftly walk to your apartment door; Jungkook right at your heels, his hands tightly gripping your sides and his teeth lightly nibbling on the clear expanse of your neck. Your mind is clouded with arousal and want as you struggle to open your door.

“Noona,” he grunts, grinding his hard length against your cheeks, “If you don’t hurry and open your apartment, I will fuck you against this door and I won’t care who sees us.”

You are tempted to just let it happen when your core clenches around absolutely nothing, but the sliver of conscious that reminds you that you like living in this building and footage of you having sex with your boyfriend in the hallway is a one-way ticket to eviction is enough for you to clumsily unlock your front door. The two of you stumble into your place, quickly dropping your belongings on the side table near the entrance followed by a swift back kick that slams the front door close.

Without warning, Jungkook pins you against the door, the look in his eyes commanding you to stay put as he drops to his knees. His hands are soft as he brings one leg up over his shoulder and noses your thigh up your dress. The smell of you is familiar and the purple-haired boy snarls at the memory of your taste.

“Can’t believe you got all dressed up like this for me,” he whispers and you nod frantically, hoping he foregoes the teasing and puts his tongue where you so desperately want it. You thread your fingers through his hair, discarding the elastic holding his hair together, and push your hips against his face. If there is one thing you’re not, it’s patient. Jungkook knows that all too well. He smirks at your frustration. “You looked so fucking hot tonight, noona―” the title makes you preen and your boyfriend teases your centre with his fingers with a chuckle. “I really wish we had just stayed home like you suggested. But then I would have missed the show tonight. Who knew you could be so possessive?” He slides the flimsy material covering what he so desperately craves and swipes his tongue between your lower lips.

“Fuck!” You pull his hair and dig the heel of your boot into his back. There is vague recognition of the pattern he draws against your clit to be the spelling of his own name, rendering you speechless, but then he is pushing a single digit into your dripping core. The stretch is pleasant and you throw your head back whilst pushing his face against your centre.

Jungkook smirks at your reaction. His eyes close as he savours your taste, adding another finger and drawing out another sinful moan from your lips. Your hips move in tandem with his tongue on your clit, words stuttering into nothing but delicious moans and cries. He feels you clench around his fingers and the memory of you clenching around his cock is enough to cause said cock to harden in the tight confines of his pants. As desperate as he is to fuck you senseless, he needs you to come on his fingers first. Reluctantly, he pulls his mouth away, hushing your whimpers with gentle praises as his fingers move in and out of you.

“You’re so good for me, noona.”

“Look at you; so pretty while fucking yourself on my fingers, pretending it’s my cock.”

“Tell me what you want, baby, what you need.”

The coil in your gut is winding tighter and tighter with each thrust of his fingers inside of you. With the added pressure of his finger rubbing your clit, it takes no time at all for you to be falling over the metaphoric edge of your climax. You cry out in euphoric pleasure, chanting his name like a mantra.

“Jungkook...Jungkook...Jungkook…”

Both your hands find purchase on the door behind you, grinding down on his fingers as you allow his soft words to guide you through your orgasm. His fingers slowly pull out of you and he brings the digits to his mouth. Your breathing is heavy and uneven, but the sight of Jungkook slurping on your juices makes your pupils dilate. He groans as if he’s never tasted anything better, and without warning, pulls your hips forward and thrusts his tongue up into you.

“Motherfucker!”

Jungkook chuckles darkly. “That’s not my name.”

You’re sensitive, but the younger male is relentless. “Kook...please...I can’t…”

“Need one more from you, noona,” he urges, staring up at you with desperation in his eyes, “I need one more from you and then I’ll give you my cock.”

The promise has you keening, his tongue working fucking magic on your clit, and your hands frantically find purchase anywhere they can hold on to. One hand grips Jungkook’s locks tightly, making him moan earnestly, and the other finds your nipple and you play with it voraciously. You can feel your second orgasm inching its way deliciously up your body, making your toes curl in anticipation. “Oh my god,” you pant, “Fuck!”

Jungkook ignores the sharp pain of your heel but relishes in the sting of his hair being pulled and the taste of you trumping all other sensations. He’s desperate for you to come. “Come on baby,” his words coax you gently, muffled by your pussy. “Come for me.”

You’re forced to do nothing but obey as the work of his tongue and the commanding tone in his voice brings you over the brink a second time. Your eyes roll back as your juices gush out and Jungkook laps it up like a man starved of hydration. Your grinding comes to a slow halt, releasing your grip on his hair, and when he feels that he’s had enough, Jungkook pulls away with gentle kisses marking your thigh. His chin glistens with your juices and you swear the image almost makes you come a third time. He drags your panties down your leg before slowly standing to his full height and wrapping your leg around his waist. He kisses you softly on the lips.

You’ve never been a fan of tasting yourself after you’ve come, but Jungkook loves the way you taste and loves kissing you, so you fall complacent to his touches. You whine when he grinds his hard cock against your bare centre and you see his eyes turn feral.

“Kook…”

“C’mon baby,” his sweet, velvet voice comforts you as he undoes his belt and pulls his cock from the confines of his pants. “Do you think you can take me, noona? Hm? I think you can…”

You’re absolutely exhausted but the promise of a third orgasm and Jungkook’s thick cock has you spreading your legs willingly.

“That’s a good girl…”

Bracing himself against the door with one hand and holding your body up with the other, he uses your juices to coat himself before sliding into you in one gentle thrust. You both moan at the contact.

“Oh god―fuck!”

“Christ, you’re so tight.”

“Kook...please move!”

At those words, he begins thrusting in and out of you, gently at first, and as your moans increase in volume, as does his pace. You’re oversensitive and tired but the feeling of his thickness dragging against your walls is too immensely pleasurable for you to ask him to stop. He’s breathing heavily into your ear and the feeling of your slickness mixed with sweat is driving you crazy. He whispers your name and you whimper in response.

“I want you to ride me. Can you ride me? Please?” His voice is deeper and needier.

Without words, you use all your strength to push him off, and when he sees the hungry look in your eye, Jungkook is quick to take off his shirt and his pants. You momentarily admire his tattoo sleeve before pouncing on him. You disregard the fact that the two of you are still in the entrance of your apartment as you line your wet centre with his pulsing member. It’s not like it’s the first time it has happened. Sliding down on his cock elicits a deliciously loud moan from your lips, harmonising with Jungkook’s deep growl.

With your hands on his firm chest, you find it easy to bounce up and down, setting the pace; sharp, quick, deep. You cry out when his tip hits a particular spot inside of you that has you seeing stars.

The look on your face is pure pornography and Jungkook can’t get enough. Not happy being the only one naked, he tugs at your dress, bringing it up over your head and throwing it in an unseen direction. Next is your black lacy bra and Jungkook, with a proud smirk, unclasps it in record time with one hand. As soon as your chest is bare, his large hands have engulfed them and his fingers are twisting at your pert nipples.

The sight of you bare with nothing but your boots and choker is a memory he hopes to have for the rest of his life.

Your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape as you throw your head back and grind down relentlessly on his cock. The pain from the oversensitivity melds into desperate pleasure as you rock back and forth.

“That’s it, noona.”

“You’re so perfect for me, you know that?”

“God, I love watching you ride me.”

“You are so fucking beautiful. Can’t believe you’re mine.”

His words are deep in your ears, bringing you closer and closer to your climax.

Jungkook can see how close you are and his thrusts upwards, matching your movements, to also bring him closer to his orgasm. With one hand occupied with your nipple, he brings the other one up and encloses it around your throat.

His grip is loose, but the knowledge that he could apply pressure at any given time makes you even wetter.

“I want you to come for me a third time, baby. Can you do that? For me?”

You nod, whimpering when you feel his thumb stroke your windpipe. His smile is dark and wanting.

“Good girl.”

Wanting to please him, you increase your movements; slamming down and then grinding against his pelvis. You are so, so, so tired but Jungkook’s thrusts continue to match yours, bringing you closer to the feeling you so desperately crave. Your pussy clenches around his cock and he grunts, the sound going straight to your core.

“Baby,” you whimper, digging your nails into his chest and leaving crescent-shaped marks, “I think I’m going to…”

“Are you going to come?” he asks.

You nod frantically.

“Good. Come.”

With the feeling of your clit dragging against his pelvis as he pistons in and out of you, his fingers playing with your nipples, and the slightly added pressure against your throat, you come hard with a ragged, choked cry; Jungkook’s name falling from your lips. Your eyes roll back as the orgasm takes over your body and you feel your wetness gushing out of you, soaking his thighs and making a mess on the apartment floor. Your body twitches, your pussy clenches, and yet your hips still rock against his.

Jungkook is in absolute awe of you as he gently removes his hand from your throat. His eyes struggle to find a solid place to rest as he etches your expression into memory, before dragging his gaze down to the wetness still gushing out and coating his cock. He has never seen anything hotter and he says just as much.

“Fucking look at you, noona,” his voice is thick with lust as his hands guide your hips back and forth. “You’re absolutely drenched and you’ve made such a mess.”

You whimper, pleading with Jungkook that you’re too sensitive to continue.

“I know baby,” he coos, his thrusts never ceasing. “I’m gonna come now, okay? I’m gonna come inside of you.”

You nod, too exhausted to reply, and allow Jungkook to use your body to his liking. Sweat dots your face as Jungkook increases his pace, and with a softest smile, he smashes his lips against yours and comes with a guttural moan. The feeling of him coating your insides spurs you into a surprising fourth orgasm, and you tremble in mild delight.

“Fuck―” Jungkook’s eyes closed as holds you close. “Baby, are you coming again?”

You nod tiredly, grinding down softly as to prolong the glorious feeling. Exhausted, you collapse on top of Jungkook, sighing when you feel your juices and his semen drip down your thighs. “Holy fuck…” you murmur.

The smell of sweat and sex linger the air; the smell of a good time.

Jungkook quietly laughs as he brings his arms around you. “You can say that again. How are you feeling? Did I push you too hard?”

His fingers stroke your bare back mindlessly, lulling you into a safe space of sleepiness. “No,” you answer softly. “But I do regret not taking this to the room because now we have to move and I just don’t have the energy.”

“Tired you out, did I?” His tone is cocky and if you had the energy, you would smack him.

“Something like that.”

Jungkook smiles lovingly at your fatigued form. “C’mon noona,” he cajoles tenderly, both of you wincing when he pulls you off of him and sluggishly removes your boots. “I’ll go run the shower and then we can snuggle into bed. How does that sound?”

You hum contently, your legs feeling like jello as you slowly stand before making your way to your ensuite bathroom. “I like the sound of that.”

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fin.

a/n: hiya!

this one took a little bit longer for me to write and edit. i decided to write this as i was planning the sequel-not-sequel for my hobi fic i posted last week because i found that i was struggling with trying to write smut. i figured that an easier way to get me into the groove of writing smut again would be to just re-write one of my old smut fics. So here we are! i'm super nervous about it, but i would absolutely love to hear your thoughts.

i am currently working on the sequel to 'can we talk', as well as revamping (read: re-writing) some of my older fics, so i will do my absolute best to write those and try to get some consistency in my life.

thank you so much for reading my work. I'm always open to thoughts and feedback, so feel free to drop a like, reblog or send me a message!

please look forward to my other work ♡

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"This place looks different in the daylight," I commented, "Not bad."

"Coffee," Jimin said robotically, slamming his fist down on the table top when a waitress came by. She didn't even have the chance to open her mouth yet, immediately taking a step back when he looked at the caffeine-lacking craze in Jimin's eyes.

"Anything else?" She asked shakily.

You squinted your eyes at the menu and nodded, "Yeah I'll get a cup of hot tea, earl grey, also waters for us both, can I get a grilled chicken sandwich with fries instead of the side salad? And the same but with no tomatoes for twitchy." You listed easily, gesturing to Jimin before closing your menu with a snap and handing it back to her.

She blinked once and nodded, leaving without another word.

"I think you scared her," You pointed out.

"If it wasn't me then it was you with your whole memorized order thing," He countered.

You shrugged- what can you say? You like to be efficient.

Jimin and you had the same orders every time you came here, it was the same order you had growing up at the diner by your house. You had known each other since you were three and you had moved into the house next door to mine. One game of red light, green light and that was it- friends for life. Not even adulthood could separate you, ending up at a college where Jimin moved to pursue dancing after high school. So here you were, sitting at a diner together again, a million years later but still the same.

The waitress came back with your orders faster than normal, scurrying out of your way as soon as possible.

You took another sip of your tea and skimmed over the room, looking for your waitress to ask if they had sugar free syrup but finding something more interesting instead. Tall, dark, and handsome- the guy who had just walked in looked like he just walked off a k-drama set, with black fluffy hair and a square jaw contrasting it.

You couldn't help but stare, seeing that guy was the first time you had been interested in anything at all in awhile. Something about the way he moved- it made you want to keep looking at him.

"Are you zoned out?" Jimin asked. You could see his confused expression from the corner of your eye as he followed your line of sight, now also looking towards the boy.

"No," You said quickly, snapping your attention back towards your food.

"Were you checking out that guy with the angry look on his face? He looks kinda...not your type." He said, scrunching his nose like he wasn't objectively good looking. "He kinda looks high, or is he just completely over whoever he's with?"

"I don't care, I wasn't checking him out, drop it." you panicked, looking at Jimin so you didn't accidentally start staring at him.

"Why don't you try talking to him?" He offered.

"Because I'm not fucking Beyoncé, ok? I'm a pussy." You snapped, straightening my posture. "Does my hair look flat?"

"Weird that you think Beyoncé would ever have to make the first move with a very normal looking guy," Jimin looked at you awkwardly, tipping his head to the side, "Also- you know, I don't really know what you mean by flat. Is your hair supposed to stick up?"

Jimin had a confused look on his face and you ignored him, focusing instead on your tea. You heard a clanging and looked up in surprise, zeroing in on Jimin's smug face, his hand near the edge of the table, and your phone on the ground underneath it.

He did not just do that.

"Oh, here," the boy said, now just in front of your eyes- his beauty was as blinding as the sun was bright, you couldn't look at him straight on. "I got you."

He got you.

The boy picked the phone up and smiled tightly, holding your phone out to you.

"Thanks," You blushed, taking your phone from his outstretched hand. His hand dwarfed it and your fingers accidentally grazed his palm, making you look up at him. The smile on his face grew slightly and you wanted to leave your phone there until he put his number in it. Instead, you smiled back and placed your phone back on the table, the boy passing you in the next second.

Jimin scoffed and sighed, going back to his sandwich mumbling, "You can lead a horse to water..."

You rolled your eyes and tried to ignore your burning cheeks, "I don't know what you expected me to do, thank him for picking my phone up by boning him in this booth?"

Jimin narrowed his eyes and stared off for a moment, as if you was picturing you doing just that, which made you even more uncomfortable. "Maybe you have a point."

You ate quickly because Jimin had a rehearsal to get to later that day. You put the pretty diner boy in the back of your mind until two days later, when you found yourself back at the diner, this time for a school project. You raked your eyes over the tops of the booths in the diner, just for fun, not that you were looking for-

Oh god, he's looking at you.

You snuck a peek back up in his direction and zeroed in on his neck craning around the waitress, smiling at you in a knowing sort of way. It was cocky and entitled but you couldn't help but smile despite yourself in embarrassment, your hand reaching behind your head to pull out the hair tie securing you ponytail. You let your hair instead fall over your shoulder, like a curtain between you and diner boy since you couldn't will yourself not to keep staring at him. Why couldn't you stop yourself?

"Here's the check," your waitress said, walking up to the table and placing it down neatly. "Can I get you ladies anything else?"

You looked up at your project partner and she shook her head, gathering her things. You did the same and soon walked out to the parking lot, the door chime going off behind you again when you were a few feet out, signaling someone else had left behind you. Rush hour was over, everyone was going home.

"I think we'll be able to get most of the rest done if we meet up again this same time next week," Your partner decided, walking around your car to the passenger side.

You agreed and clicked the unlock button on the remote, the back doors unlocking but the front staying shut. "Oh god, sorry- this happens sometimes." You blushed, climbing in from the back and stretching yourself over the console.

You had noticed the problem three months ago but didn't want to pay to get it fixed, instead insisting on just climbing through. You unlocked the passenger door and got out through it to maintain your dignity, straightening out your shirt. "There we go," You smiled awkwardly, stepping aside to let her in.

She laughed and shrugged, about to get in when a boy walked up to you- the boy. He had that same knowing smile on his face and gestured to the doors, "you ok?"

You blushed, looking intently at his square jaw, the thickness of his neck, the way his smile stretched out slowly. You blinked slowly and felt a blush creep up on your cheeks, feeling even more embarrassed now. "Sure," you said casually, "You know cars are."

"Do you know this guy?" Your partner asked quietly, one hand in her purse suspiciously. Jesus, what did she have in there?

"Yeah, I do." You said quickly, knowing it was only kind of 5% true.

His smile got wider when you answered and he pulled out his wallet, handing you a card. "Luckily for you, I do know how cars are. I'll give you a good deal, come by tomorrow anytime, ask for Taehyung."

Taehyung. So that was his name.

Now you knew him 15%.

"I'll think about it," You shrugged nonchalantly.

He laughed, mirroring your shrug. "Alright well, have a good night."

Taehyung walked back to a motorcycle parked a row down from you, swinging his leg over it, forgetting about a helmet before driving off. You looked at the card as you got in your car- it looked professional and well established, they had a website and everything.

KIM MOTORS

The shop was a repurposed home with a gigantic metal three story structure connected to it that you were assuming was the car garage. The parking lot was the front yard, gravel replacing grass but a little paved sidewalk still cutting through the middle. You followed it up to what used to be the front door to a cute yellow house, your body telling you to knock but your head whacking yourself internally because you don't knock to enter a business.

So you just walked in, the AC immediately hitting you in the face and the floors creaking. There were three other customers there and a little kid running around, his stupid hand streaming across the walls like there wasn't something sticky on them, getting it on the paint. You tore your eyes away from the mess and looked at the tiny lady smiling at you from behind the desk, "Welcome to Kim Motors! How can I help you?"

You smiled back and stepped forward, Dodging the kid and holding up the card Taehyung had given you last night. "My front doors don't unlock, I'm just here for a quote or something- um, I was told to ask for Taehyung?"

Her smile got wider and she nodded, "Have a seat and fill out these two papers- everything that's highlighted, I'll see if he's busy."

So you sat down next to the kid's mom, who you knew was the kid's mom because she had a peanut butter and jelly in her hand, staring indifferently at the streaks of purple on the walls. Instead of judging, you forced yourself to fill out the sections that were highlighted, wondering why you didn't bring Jimin with you as a crutch. The paperwork was painless and you finished it around the time that a door on the other side of the room opened and Taehyung stepped through.

He was wearing a pair of worn in overalls and a white shirt, both covered in grease. You wondered what he had been doing, because the rag in his hand was also covered with the tar like substance and he was slightly out of breathe. "Hey," He said, after he scanned the room and his eyes landed on you.

You grinned and got up, handing the paperwork to the lady behind the desk. "Hey," You said back simply. You were both silent for a second, standing there smiling blankly at each other.

"So...her car doors don't unlock." The woman said slowly, breaking the silence between you.

"Right, yeah- I brought it, I mean it's my only car so I drove it here because how else would I get here." You rambled. "Also it's the whole reason I'm here so I don't know why- anyway, it's parked out front."

"Okay," he grinned, walking back out to the front, "Can I have the keys?"

You handed them to him wordlessly and followed him to your car, suddenly wishing you had it washed or vacuumed the inside or something.

"So, do you stare at everyone usually, or just me?" He asked nonchalantly.

"Just you." You answered quickly, without thinking. You froze a moment after, processing what he had said. Taehyung laughed and then noticed you had stopped, turning back around to laugh even harder. "I don't usually stare at people, is what I mean. My bad."

"I don't mind," he shrugged. "It's nice, you get a glassy sort of look on your face, kind of like the one you have now."

Fuck.

You blushed and scrambled to catch up with him, wishing you weren't so lame.

"So you said your cars been like this for awhile?" He asked, testing the remote a couple times.

You nodded and then answered verbally, unsure of how to act. "Yeah- I bought Hana used so, she's bound to have issues."

"Not necessarily, I'll see what we can do." He shrugged, "Hana, huh? Pretty interesting pick for a car."

"It's a Hyundai- the Hs match." You mumbled. It was called alliteration.

"Yeah, got that alliteration shit going on," he nodded, mirroring your thoughts as he opened the driver's door. "Well, I'll go ahead and take it to the garage now if you wanna wait there for about half an hour- I'll have someone give you a progress update whether we're gonna have to keep it overnight or not."

"Sure!" You squeaked, hoping desperately that they didn't have to keep it overnight, considering Jimin didn't drive and neither did any of your other friends, who claimed Uber was enough of a hassle.

They ended up having to keep it for a week until the parts came in.

Your phone had barely finished downloading the Uber app when Taehyung popped his head back in the office, "need a ride? I'm on my lunch, I can take you back home if you need me to- in the company car, not my bike, if you're worried about that."

Suddenly, an angry little blonde bitch in the back of your head was screaming at you- begging you, pleading for you to say yes. You wondered what tinker bell was doing in your head before realizing that was just Jimin, tormenting you without even trying.

"Yes please," You smiled, wondering if Jimin's ever considered life coaching.

"Do you want to-" Taehyung started, stopping after a second before taking a deep breath and smiling at you nervously. It was the first time he didn't look confident, standing there with his keys swinging in his hand. "Are you hungry?"

You were.

So you had lunch with Diner Boy. He didn't take you to the same place you had met him, instead it was sushi at a place you wouldn't have thought to stop at on first glance but the food was amazing and so was he. Taehyung was interesting, to a fault, with a dry sense of humor that made you laugh more openly than you had in a really long time. You didn't really know him, maybe only 25% at this point- but you liked everything you knew.

He drove you home, less talkative than he had been on the way. Even this was nice, the comfortable silence between you. You peered over at him, one hand on the steering wheel and the other propped up on the window, hanging on the handle above his head. Your eyes dragged up from his full bicep, tan skin stretching over muscle, up to his jaw which was clenched in concentration.

"You're staring again," He grinned, turning his head towards you for a moment.

You crushed under your breath and forced yourself to stare out the other direction, practically giving yourself whiplash.

"Don't worry, I told you- I kind of like it." He teased, "Besides, I've been staring at you too."

"You have not," You grumbled, crossing your arms stubbornly.

"I have," He insisted, "You just haven't caught me yet."

A week went by too slowly, a week without Diner Boy and his boxy smile and deadpan humor. By the time you got a call saying your car was ready to be picked up, you were jumping for glee. You called an Uber and rushed over, forgetting that you were currently in what could only be considered a less than appropriate outfit.

Short skirt, oversized sweater, platform boots- you looked like emo hello kitty. If you had used your brain, maybe you would've toned it down a little more, played it safe. But then you wouldn't have gotten to see the look on Tae's face when he handed you the keys, eyes stuck to your thighs for two seconds too long before snapping back up to your face with a deep blush on his cheeks and a sheepish smile on his face.

"So you do stare," You quipped, smiling at him.

He looked around the shop, hand scrubbing the back of his neck, "I did try to warn you."

You shrugged and turned around, facing your car. "Thanks for fixing my car."

"Hana missed you," Tae joked, "She tried to escape two night ago, kept playing that sad Coldplay CD you had in the side door pocket."

You turned back around sharply and gasped, feigning outrage, "You went through my CDs?"

"Yup- I appreciate your love for Justin Timberlake, by the way." He grinned, "Sorry if I pried, I was just...curious, about you."

Taehyung stepped closer to you, backing you up until the back of your legs touched your car. You looked up at him expectantly, raising your eyebrows slightly. "So what now? I pay you and go back to just staring at you in the diner?" You asked, wishing you could just put your hands on him.

"Don't do that," he frowned, staring down at your lips.

"Don't do what?" You mumbled, rising up on your toes so that you were closer in height to him, not even the platform boots corrected the difference.

"Don't just stare," he clarified, wrapping a hand around the base of your neck and kissing you like you wanted him to, hard, fast, and intense.

You latched a hand over his shoulders to bring him down closer to you and was grateful when he lifted you by the hips to sit on your car hood without ever breaking away from you. You felt breathless and full all at once and drew him in between your thighs so he was closer to you.

He pulled away quickly, hands still pressed into the flesh of your hips, dragging down to your exposed thighs. His long fingers kneaded the skin there, lusty eyes trained on yours, "Go out with me- for real. I'll wear something nice, you can wear this exact outfit- it'll be fun."

"Yes, yeah- yes, absolutely," You mumbled, nodding your head vigorously. He mirrored your nods and leaned in to kiss you again, hands rubbing your skin raw. Your mind was racing with possibilities, wondering how this was happening, how did this work out so well- why did you like this guy so much already?

You paused and broke away from his lips, smiling when he chased them by pushing his face up to yours with a needy pout. His eyes flashed open and frowned at you, confusion on his face.

"Can we take the bike this time though?" You smiled shyly, wondering what it would be like to be straddled on the back of it with him.

It’s a strange thing to feel happy about, but you can’t help the grin that pushes through your features. Jin avoids your eyes as he freezes, dropping your hair and looking over your head as though watching for the bus. 

It’s your turn to brush the hair from his face, stifling your laughter as you catch sight of Jin's red ears. 

The two of you have been caught up in this strange friends-but-more relationship for months now. It’s obvious to you that there’s more going on here than just a regular friendship, but Jin always turns away before anything can become too serious. 

When he’d grabbed your hand after you nearly fell earlier, you didn’t think much of it. You were fully prepared to simply drink in the temporary thrill before he released your hand and acted as though nothing had happened. But he never let go. 

Now you realize the interesting position you’re in. Leaning up against the side of the glass wall, Jin towering over you as though singlehandedly protecting you from the rain. 

Of course you’re not going to be the one to point out that there is a roof over your head now. 

Jin makes no move to move away or move any closer, instead frozen before you as he stares out into the darkening night. Running your fingers through his hair in a thinly veiled attempt at flirting, you silently beg for those dark brown eyes to look at you again. 

When they do, the rain become muffled in your ears as Jin’s eyes are the only thing you can focus on. 

Would he believe you if you told him that you’ve loved him all along?

Jin’s eyes trace the line of your brows down to your jaw. They glance over your lips quickly, almost as though they might scald him if he looks for too long. When his eyes meet yours again, his lips have slightly parted. 

If only he would move forward just a few inches. 

“Seokjin-ah,” you whisper. The rain nearly drowns out your voice, but Jin’s eyes read your lips. “I’m cold now.”

From the way Jin’s lips curve upward just a hair, you can tell that he knows you’re lying. 

“What do you want me to do about it?” Jin asks tauntingly, his voice low. You know you have to act fast, before he can disappear back into his typical joking persona. Anytime the two of you come any closer to something more, Jin always finds a way to back out before too much happens. 

Watching those slightly parted lips, you chew on your own.

“Kiss me.”

The world spins at a dizzying speed, but you pay it no mind as Jin gasps lightly, searching your face for any sign of a joke. You’re serious though, blindly reaching out to trace the outline of his jaw.

When Jin doesn’t move - no, doesn’t breathe - you drop your hand and your gaze. Cheeks burning, you struggle to come up with some sort of excuse or way to play this off as a joke. How embarrassing, maybe you’d made this all up in your head. All the lingering gazes and sweet words must have been a figment of your desperate imagination -

Your thoughts are eclipsed by the feeling of a silky soft pair of lips against your cheek. They linger for a long moment, your eyes drifting shut as you revel in the feeling of Jin’s deft fingers lightly gripping your waist. 

When the sweet kiss ends, Jin doesn’t pull away. Instead, he quietly whispers, “I always pictured us having our first kiss in the rain.”

You don’t have time to ask any questions before Jin is moving you out from under the bus stop awning, the two of you getting drenched in the downpour. You sputter and gasp in the rain, Jin laughing as he pulls you in closer. 

Raindrops glide down his face and neck as he gives you a look that makes you conclude that none of this is in your imagination. 

Perhaps you’re staring at him a little too intently, because Jin chuckles nervously in the way he always does when he feels that there’s too much attention on him.

“Close your eyes,” he mumbles, cupping your face. He runs a thumb over your cheek as your eyes fall shut. Your entire body is tingling with anticipation as the light sensation of his sigh fanning your face makes you aware of just how close he is. 

“Do you know that I love you?” Jin whispers.

Your eyes fly open at his sudden confession, but they immediately close again as Jin’s lips brush up against yours. 

The kiss is soft, tender. A confirmation of the sweet declaration Jin just made. You lean into the kiss, Jin’s arms coming down to wrap around your waist. 

When the sound of a bus approaching reaches your ears, the two of you reluctantly part. Your smiles are wide as you gaze into each other’s eyes.

“Should we take the bus back?” Jin asks.

You nod, giggling a little as Jin’s hand slips into yours a little hesitantly. You give his hand a squeeze of reassurance. You board the bus, the driver looking at the two of you with a disapproving glare are you drip all over the seats. 

“So you love me, huh?” You ask with a teasing grin once you’ve gotten situated on your seat. Jin looks at you with horror. 

“I said that out loud?!”

You laugh loudly as Jin hides his face in his hands, trying to make him look at you. “Seokjin-ah, look at me.”

“I can’t. I can’t believe I said that out loud. Why didn’t you stop me?” He asks, sounding wounded. 

You chuckle. “Because we were busy...?” Jin groans, only adding to your amusement. “Jin, look at me though.” When he shakes his head, you sigh. “Don’t you want to look at my face when I tell you that I love you too?”

You don’t think you’ve ever seen Jin’s head move that quickly before. 

“You do?”

You shrug. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

You spend the rest of the ride bickering back and forth about who loves who, the bus driver inevitably turning up the radio so as to not have to hear you anymore. 

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“You will be transported to a new dimension after spending one month in each of them for this experiment,” the animated voice crackled from the speakers. “The inhabitants in those universes will already have memories of you to help you blend in easily. You are to live a normal life during these experiments while making sure not to disclose your true identities for that may cause unnecessary complications.”

The voice kept going on about the experiment that you no longer had any interest in after the first few minutes. You fiddled with the necklace around your neck in boredom while you waited for the meeting to be adjourned. This wasn’t the first time you were going to travel between dimensions and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last, so having to sit through the same briefing over and over again felt completely useless and a waste of time. 

The only reason you even attended these were to get your files for the potential dimensions you may get sent to. The management really needed to get their shit in control and stop sending you to these places with little to no information. 

You understood that these experiments were to test out the stability and how each universe was doing after being created but it made no sense for the management to send out travellers blindly like they do, they could at least provide you with a little backstory for your character rather than a list of ’potential’ places. Even those weren’t certain and that made no sense! For an organisation that thrived to keep peace and regulation of all dimensions, their system was chaotic as fuck.

You only came out of your thoughts when you felt someone nudge your leg under the table. Glancing up from your necklace, your eyes met that of a cheeky looking Hoseok who was now pushing a little harder against your leg, now that he had your attention. 

‘Hi,’ he mouthed happily only for you to answer with a raised eyebrow. ‘I miss you,’ he mouthed again, jutting his lower lip out in a pout. You snorted at his antics, coughing to hide your smile when the sound caught the attention of those around you. 

It was only when they shifted their attention back to the screen at the end of the room to continue with the briefing that was ongoing, did you finally look back at Hoseok. Rolling your eyes, you grabbed a pen and tore a paper from the diary they provided for the meeting before hastily scribbling down something and sliding it to the man sitting in front of you.

‘We’re literally sitting in front of each other.’

Hoseok picked up the paper and quickly read the content on it before grabbing his own pen to write his answer down and passing it back to you.

‘But I can’t hold your hand right now :(‘

You bit your lip to stop the smile that was fighting to shine through when you saw his adorable handwriting under yours. How someone could be as endearing as Hoseok was beyond you, but you loved that about him.

Wordlessly, you pretended to pay attention to the briefing once more while you slid your hand towards Hoseok to let him hold your hand. You could feel the way his smile brightened when his fingers intertwined with yours, squeezing it gently.

You shook your head as you bit your lips harder to fight the smile that was now on your face when you squeezed his hand back.

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Walking out of the conference room, your hand was still engulfed by Hoseok’s bigger one. Your face was flushed in embarrassment as you walked out. It wasn’t because you were holding his hand, but rather the fact that he never let go after the meeting was over. So you had to walk from your seat to the end of the table with the said furniture in the middle of you as you walked. 

“If I didn’t love you as much as I do, I would’ve kicked your ass by now, just so you know,” you grumbled as you walked down the corridor towards your shared room. 

Hoseok laughed, his grip around your hand tightening as he bumped his shoulder with yours. “Good thing you love me then! It would be a nightmare to jump between dimensions with you otherwise.”

“Who said it’s still not a nightmare to have you as my partner?”

“Don’t be rude.”

“Make me,” you teased before quickly freeing your hand from his and running towards your destination.

“Come back here!”

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It was the day of action, as you liked to call it, the day when you were supposed to start experiments. 

“You ready?” Hoseok asked as he came to join you in the transport chamber.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Promise to find each other no matter what?” he asked while putting his pinky finger out, smiling at you.

You laughed as you wrapped yours around his. “Of course.”  

“I’ll see you around then.”

You only hummed in agreement before pressing the power button on the transport bracelet and the world went dark.

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You woke up to the blaring alarm of your phone, blindly looking for the device to turn the godforsaken sound off. When you failed to find it, you pushed yourself up from your bed to scan the area, getting more irked the longer the sound went on. 

Finally, your eyes landed on the black vibrating phone on the ground and you had half a mind to just stomp on the damn thing and break it. Picking it up, you harshly tapped on the stop button and sighed when the apartment went quiet, closing your eyes to bask in the peace. 

Wait. Apartment? 

Your eyes shot open again as you examined your surroundings, trying to decipher which universe you were in currently. The place seemed like any other average looking apartment in a bustling city. You unlocked your phone when you felt it vibrate in your hand, realising it was a text from someone saved as ‘Chicky Chimmy’. 

Opening the conversation, your confusion only grew at the text.

“I’m a student, huh?” You pondered as you grabbed a random outfit for the day along with what you assumed to be your books on the reading table in your room. You then proceeded to head down and out of your apartment. “Could’ve been worse.”

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Stepping out of the elevator, you saw your… friend impatiently leaning against his car looking at you with displeasure all over his face. You gave him a sheepish smile as you approached him, praying to whatever higher power that he says his name for one reason or another. From the previous conversations you had after taking some time to go through your phone, the two of you were supposed to be best friends so you weren’t in a position to ask his name.

“Y/N our class starts in 30 minutes and it takes 30 minutes to get there!”

“Hehe?”

He faced palm, moving to go around to the driver's seat. “Just get your cute butt inside.”

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The moment Chimmy parked his car inside the university, he dashed out of the car with you close behind, panicking about how mad the professor was going to be for being late.

You almost bumped into him when he stopped in front of a classroom, shooting you a nervous glance before slowly stepping inside the class. The two of you couldn’t even get two steps in before the voice of the man teaching the class boomed across the room.

“Y/L/N Y/N and Park Jimin. Late again, I see?”

Again? How many times have we been late before? Jimin’s a cute name though, perfect for him. You smiled slightly at your thoughts before fixing your expression to be neutral before the professor could catch you. 

“We’re so sorry professor! This will be the last time!” Jimin pleaded, fidgeting on his spot.

“That’s what you said last time, Mr. Park,” the professor replied, looking unamused.

“Pro-”

“I’m so sorry I’m late!” A new voice joins, the person who barged in after the two of you hunched over and panting from surely having run to class.

“Mr. Jung Hoseok, I did not expect such tardiness from you.”

Hoseok! You felt your heart rate kick up just at the mention of his name. It’s not often the higher ups make it easy to find your partner but it seemed that they were feeling courteous this time.

Hoseok’s eyes met yours and he flashed you a giant smile, one that had his eyes turning into crescents before looking back at the professor with a dashin smile. “I’m sorry sir, it surely won’t happen again.”

The professor sighed, rolling his eyes when he looked back at Jimin and you before muttering, “That’s what they always say.” Shaking his head, the professor gave a small nod. “Go to your seats and don’t be late again. Especially the two of you, Miss Y/L/N and Mr. Park.”

Jimin bowed before grabbing your hand and dragging you to the back of the room, taking a seat and patting the one beside him urgently. Glancing at Hoseok one last time, you sat beside Jimin. 

You couldn’t help but pout at the sight of Hoseok sitting somewhere else and already interacting with the strangers around him as if he knew them for a long time. He was always a social butterfly but it was always shocking to see him get accustomed to new universes so easily.

“You look amazing today, just so you know,” Jimin whispered in your ear, his eyes trained on the board even as he spoke.

“Thanks.”

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It was lunch time and Jimin had basically dragged you to the cafe near the university, claiming that cheap and instant coffee was the only thing his body needed to go through the day. 

“Coffee is great and all but you need actual food too, you know,” you nagged Jimin as he downed his second cup of coffee in one sitting.

Placing the brown coffee cup down, Jimin raised his index finger as if giving a speech. “People need a lot of things, doesn’t mean they have it though.”

You gave Jimin an unimpressed look. “Stop trying to be a philosopher and get some food in you, tiny.”

“I’m literally taller than you.”

“I will fight you, Park Jimin.”

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“I still don’t get why we need to do this,” you grumbled as you stretched your hands and legs.

“Because,” Jimin said, dribbling the orange basketball as he waited for you to finish. “Warming up is important before starting any exercise to decrease the chances of pulling a muscle or something.”

You snort at that, stretching one last time before dropping your hands. “You make it sound like I’m going to exercise.”

“Y/N we’re literally in PE class.”

“And?”

Jimin could only give you an unamused look before shaking his head in defeat, his newly dyed pink hair bouncing from his movement. 

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You were sitting in the library surrounded by textbooks for the upcoming exam when you felt someone pull out the chair in front of you and take a seat. Paying them no mind, you continued drowning yourself with new information from the book when you felt someone nudge your leg under the table.

You glanced up from the textbook in front of you to see none other than Jung Hoseok sitting in front of you with a smile. Just before you could shoot him a smile and delve into a conversation, your brain reminded you of the fact that it had been a week since you came to this dimension and this the first time he tried to come talk to you after seeing each other in that one class on day one. 

Scoffing, you looked back down at your book, ignoring the way he nudged your leg again to get your attention.

“Are you mad at me?” He finally asked when he realised that you were ignoring him.

“What do you think?”

“What did I dooooo?”

You slammed the pink covered book in your hand shut, looking him in the eye. “What did you do? Oh I don’t know, maybe because you basically ignored me for a week? Acted as if I don’t exist?”

Hoseok frowned, trying to take your hand in his but you moved away from him. “I’m sorry baby. I’ve just been so swamped with work. Did you know I’m the dance club leader and a part of the student council in this universe? I swear I would’ve come up to you earlier if I had the time!”

“I tried talking to you a few days back, you acted as if you didn’t even know me,” you replied, not being able to hide the hurt from your tone. “You didn’t seem busy then, you were just having lunch and laughing with your friends.” 

“Baby…”

You sighed, pushing away the chair and standing up. “Forget it, I’ll see you around, Hoseok.” Collecting your books, you gave Hoseok one last look before walking away.

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You were currently playing with the dog Jimin recently adopted on his couch when he plopped down beside you with snacks. You had come over for movie night but now you were more interested in playing with his dog than the movie.

“So you going to tell me why the Jung Hoseok has been following you around like a lovesick puppy for the past week?”

“No, because there’s nothing to say,” you replied, not paying much attention due to the energetic puppy that was jumping about on your lap.

Jimin groaned, placing the bowl of snack down on the coffee table and then taking the chocolate coloured labrador puppy away from you - much to your protest. “Stop playing with Doggo and give me the tea!”

“I still can’t believe you named your dog Doggo.”

“That is not the main topic of this conversation and you know it!”

You sighed, rolling your eyes so hard that your head hurt a little. “There’s nothing to say, Hoseok and I talked in the library when I was studying for the test and then had a little argument and I left.”

Jimin scoffed, his lips pulling into a pout as he crossed his arms. “That’s the weakest tea I’ve ever gotten. Give me the details! Since when do you two know each other enough to be having ‘fights’?”

“I-” you stuttered, trying to come up with an excuse. “We don’t! He just approached me in the library and I found him really annoying.”

Jimin gave you a skeptical look. “Y/N… You’ve had a crush on him for like a year now. You find him annoying?”

“Yes?” You answered, though it sounded more like a question. “What do you want me to say something like ‘Oh we’re actually dimension travellers and know each other from before and this is all just an experiment? Don’t be ridiculous!” You rambled, laughing nervously when you realised that you had basically just exposed yourself.

“Huh?”

“Listen! I liked him but he’s actually annoying, so that’s over.”  

“If you say so…” Jimin conceded hesitantly, still looking at you skeptically which now looked more concerned.

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You had successfully avoided Hoseok like the plague for almost the remainder of the time you had in this dimension. You knew what you were doing was petty and it really wasn’t his fault that he couldn’t come talk to you at first, but now you were in too deep to stop being petty. Not that it stopped Hoseok from trailing after you anytime he could, trying to get you to talk to him.

“Y/N, please stop!” You heard Hoseok call from behind you but you kept walking, ignoring him like you usually did. “Oh for fuck sake,” you heard him grumble before you felt someone grab you by your wrist and twirling you around for their lips to press against yours.

You were about to push them off when you realised that it was Hoseok who had kissed you, not a random person and you unconsciously melted into it. Your arms slithered around his neck to pull him closer as his hands wrapped around your waist to move closer to you too.

Breaking the kiss, Hoseok pressed his forehead against yours while looking you in the eyes. “It’s the last day here before we move on and who knows how long it’s going to take us to find each other there. Stop being mad, please?”

Not being able to help yourself, you placed a kiss on his nose, stepping away from him and smiling cheekily. “I’ll see you around, Hoseok.”

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“YOU KISSED HOSEOK IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE CORRIDOR! OH MY GOD I NEED THE DETAILS!” Jimin exclaimed when you met up with him after school. He was your ride home after all. 

You only laughed, your face flushed in embarrassment. “Uh huh, how about I tell you all about it tomorrow?”

“Promise?” He asked, looking at you in disappointment that he couldn’t get you to tell him everything right then.

You shook your head, looking away from him. “We’ll see.” 

No point in making a promise that you knew you couldn’t keep it. You were going to leave tonight, who knows if you’ll ever come back here or if he would ever remember you once you left.

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The next time you opened your eyes, you were underwater. At first, panic took over you from the possibility of you drowning. But when you opened your mouth, rather than feeling the water rushing in and suffocating you, you found out that you were completely fine.

“Huh?” You blurted out Your eyes widened when you realised that you could hear yourself clearly underwater too. Looking around, your eyes zeroed in on the shimmering tail that began from your waist down. “HUH?!”

You looked around only to see nothing but water, a few fish swam by you but that was about it. It wasn’t your first time in a fairytale universe but it was your first time being a mermaid. You wondered if Hoseok got transformed into some sort of mythical creature like you too. 

“Oh well, I hope he’s safe.”

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You didn’t know how much time passed but you were still blindly swimming around trying to find out where to go. You had breached the water at one point and sat on some rocks by a beach in true fairytale mermaid fashion but even then you found nothing of interest. You did get to sit and watch the clear blue waves peacefully for a while but that got boring after some time, too.

“I never thought I’d miss wearing sandals but here I am,” you sighed to yourself before jumping back into the water.

You were just about ready to give up and just sit on the sea bed when you saw a cave underwater. You couldn’t help but snort at how similar this felt to the fairytale ‘Little Mermaid’ you used to read when you were younger. All you needed was some evil old witch to be residing in there and a prince charming to drown some time soon so you could save him and lose your voice.

Having nothing better to do, you began swimming down to the cave to explore it when you felt someone grab you and drag you away from the cave entrance urgently. 

“What the fuck? What are you doing, let me go!” You exclaimed as you tried to wiggle free from your captor.

“Stop struggling, you’re going to get us caught by the hag!” A deep voice harshly whispered in your ear. 

The mention of a hag had you stop struggling. “Caught by the what now?”

You felt your captor loosen their grip around you, giving you the perfect chance to move away from them. You turned to come face to face with a beautiful man… er merman? 

“The hag? Evil sea witch out to get merfolks?” the man asked, looking at you incredulously at the fact that you seemingly had no idea as to who the hag was. “Are you new here? I haven’t seen you before.”

“I guess you could say that. I’ve been swimming for ages now and you’re the first creature I found,” you explained.

The man hummed, tapping his lips as he scanned you over before breaking out into a large boxy smile. “Well then, nice to meet you! I’m Taehyung, what’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

Taehyung gasped when he heard your name. “Y/N? As in Y/L/N Y/N?”

“Why do you know my name?” You asked cautiously. Fuck, were you supposed to know who he was? If that was the case then why were you transported away from them, also he didn’t seem to know you before you introduced yourself.

“Princess! Welcome!”

Excuse me, WHAT?! You choked on nothing. “Who?”

“You! Princess! Welcome!”

When you were thinking about this universe being a knock-off ‘Little Mermaid’ universe, you didn’t think that would be the right assumption. 

Not knowing how to act, you shot Taehyung an awkward smile, waving a little. “Thank you?”

“You have to meet the others! Let’s go, princess!” Taehyung exclaimed excitedly before grabbing your hand and swimming away from the cave.

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After Taehyung had brought you to others, you met 5 other mermen - each almost unimaginably beautiful. It was a pleasant surprise to see this dimension’s Jimin, he was just as sweet and excitable as the one before.

After the initial meet-up, you got to know that you were indeed the daughter of Triton - something that had you laughing at the absurdity for a good five minutes much to the confusion of others - and you were supposed to be visiting ‘your kingdom’ to get acquainted with everyone before your coronation and living here.

As Taehyung had escorted you to your room, you had joked that all you needed was a handsome man to drown so you could save him. Which, in hindsight may have been a very weird thing to say from the look Taehyung gave you. 

Currently, you were exploring the kingdom, asking people if they knew of anyone by the name Hoseok, only to end up with no clue as to where he might be. No one had any idea about Jung Hoseok and you were getting worried about not managing to find him.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realise that you had left the premises of the city and wandered away. You stopped in your tracks when a giant shadow moved above you, completely leaving you in the dark. 

You looked up to see what blocked the sun when you realised you were directly underneath two ships, the sound of fighting barely audible under the water but present nevertheless. Curiosity getting the best of you, you cautiously swam up to peak above at what was going on, only to find that a full on war was ongoing between the two ships. 

“Damn, am I in a Grimm Brothers Fairytale or the Pirates of The Caribbean movie right now?”

You didn’t have much time to ponder, however, because you noticed someone eerily similar to Hoseok going overboard and you dove underwater for him.

“I swear if that’s actually Hoseok, I’m going to lose my mind.”

Catching the sinking body, you almost wanted to let him go so you could swim over and slam your head against a rock when you realised, it was indeed Hoseok. 

Muttering a few curses under your breath, you proceeded to drag Hoseok towards the beach close by to make sure he didn’t drown before you could give him a piece of your mind.

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Hoseok sat up abruptly, his nose, throat and eyes burning as he coughed violently. “Mother of bitch, that’s salty,” he spoke, his voice hoarse from almost drowning.

“Of course it is! What were you doing on a pirate ship?!” You exclaimed, hitting his thigh with your palm.

“Y/N?” He asked, his eyes widening when he realised that it was you in front of him.

“The one and only.”

“Oh thank goodness you’re alright!” Hoseok exclaimed, pulling you to his chest and resting his head on top of yours after placing a kiss there.

“You didn’t answer my question,” you said, your voice muffled by his chest from the way he held you close.

“Hm? What was your question?” He asked, letting you go to face you properly. 

“What were you doing on a pirate ship?” 

“Ah! I’m the captain!”

“What? Why don’t I get to be badass characters like you,” you whined looking away from him petulantly. 

“You don’t need a character to be badass, you’re a natural one!” He happily answered, grabbing your chin to make you face him. “You look beautiful baby, but how’d you find me?”

“Are you telling me that you didn’t notice this huge ass tail I have?”

Looking down at your words, his eyes widened, voice rising in pitch with his excitement. “Oh my god you have a tail! You’re a mermaid!”

“Gee? Am I?! Wow Hoseok, thank you for enlightening me!” You mocked his excitement. You didn’t want to act so short with him but the adrenaline running through your body after basically finding the one you love drowning had your brain going haywire.

“Are you mad at me again?”

“I don’t know, Hoseok. Am I?”

“You know I don’t choose the roles I get!”

You sighed, feeling guilty for the way you acted towards him. “I know, it’s just. At first I couldn’t find you anywhere and when I did, you were drowning and it just fucked me up. I know I was joking about how I’m Ariel from Little Mermaid and I need to save a drowning prince but this was not what I was expecting.”

Understanding as ever, Hoseok gave you a sad smile before pulling you back into his embrace again, running his hand through your hair in the way he knew you loved. “It’s okay, I understand. I’d be worried too if I were you, just don’t be mad at me, you know I hate it when you’re mad at me.”

“‘M sorry.”

“Can I have a kiss?” he asked after the two of you basked in each other’s warmth for a moment. 

You pulled back from him, scrunching your nose at him, feeling shy when you noticed how intensely he was looking at you. Grabbing the collar of the shirt he was wearing, you pulled him down for a kiss, pouring out all your emotions into it - from how much you cared for him to how sorry you were for the way you acted. You hoped that he would understand. 

Hoseok kissed you back with just as much emotion, pulling you close and smiling into the kiss. Breaking away from it, he gave you a blinding smile, one that had your heart melting like butter. 

“I love you,” you whispered, afraid that speaking any louder would make you break from all the emotions that were rushing through your heart.

“I love you too. I need to go now, can see my ship coming towards us.”

You nodded, not really processing his words, too busy staring at his gorgeous face. Hoseok realised the fact you didn’t pay attention to his words, making him smile wider. Waving a hand in front of your face, Hoseok chuckled when you seemed as if just coming out of a trance.

“Did you hear anything I just said?”

“Not really,” you shrugged.

Hoseok threw his head back in laughter. “I said, I can see my ship coming towards us as we speak so I reckon it’s time to leave, baby. I’ll make sure to come visit you here as much as I can in the time we’re here.”

“Promise?” You asked, offering your pinky to him as you looked at him through your lashes.

“Promise,” Hoseok answered, wrapping his finger around yours, giving you one last smile as he stood back up. 

“I’ll see you around, alright?”

“I’ll see you around.”

With that you swam back to the sea, waiting just out of sight to make sure that Hoseok was okay before actually leaving. 

Taehyung doesn't know how it happened; it was like he blacked out, and when he came to, he was between your squishy thighs, his hands holding your legs apart, tongue working you like a starved man.

And god was he.

You squirmed, sleepy eyes struggling to stay open. Fingers desperately reaching to grab and push at him. Taehyung only held you closer, tongue working in practiced motions. His face was dripping, his fingers digging into your soft flesh, pulling your lips open, and your hips rolled against his mouth desperately despite your fingers yanking his hair trying to remove him. Your body was so conflicted, and that only seemed to excite him more. Your eyes were glossy, tears threatening to spill as you choked out incoherent pleas. Whatever it is you begged for, it fell on deaf ears.

As your whines grew louder, Taehyung's actions grew more desperate. His tongue flicked and sucked frantically, his hips rolling into the mattress, stimulating himself. Tears now streamed down your cheeks, whimpering as you chanted “no no no,” the heel of your palm pressing onto his forehead in a weak attempt to get him off. Your struggle has more desperation to it.

Maybe if Taehyung wasn't so lost in the smell, the taste of you, then he would have pulled away from you. Listened to your sobs as you begged him to get away. But some sick, disgusting part of him, deep down, enjoyed it. Revelled in the way you cried, begged, and whined, withering beneath his tongue. If you were more awake, how would you react? Would you behave the same way? Beg for more. Plea with him to get off. The man shivered at the thought. Desperation flooded his veins. He needed more.

Taehyung shifted the position, a groan leaving your throat. Your hips are twisting in an attempt to roll away from him. Laughing softly, Taehyung's grip on your hips tightened. “Miss Y/n, you didn’t really think I’m done with you yet, right?” He teased as he rearranged himself. “You haven’t even cum for me.”

Pretty, blown-out eyes peered up at him. They flickered all over his face, as if trying to commit it to memory. He couldn’t help the childish grin that spread across his lips. You were so cute. Flushed cheeks, bright, raw red lips from how much you gnawed at them. He had never seen you so disheveled and sloppy. He could cum just looking at you. Fuck, he almost did.  Gasping, your hips jerked upward. Your spine curving and eyes wide in shock. Taehyung shuddered at the contact, a low groan leaving his throat. You were slick, a mixture of your own fluids and his spit, and it coated him so prettily. Taehyung continued his gentle thrusts, gliding over you but never going past what he had deemed the point of no return. He wanted you sober for his first time. He may have done just about everything else, but Taehyung was a virgin. Penetrative sex was the only thing he had yet to do; Jiyoo wouldn’t let him or Jimin. So the duo satisfied themselves in other ways.

The dusty pink tip of Taehyung’s cock was weeping, begging for stimulation. Leaning back onto the heels of his feet, Taehyung began to jerk himself off, staring down at your glistening pussy. By this point, you were limp, eyes shut, and breathing even, asleep. Taehyung shivered. The thought of unlimited access to your unconscious body was thrilling. Maybe a little too thrilling. The feeling mixed with pleasure and fear did something for Taehyung. His body stiffened for a brief second before shuddering, having pushed himself over the edge. He watches as he spills over her, the sticky substance coating Y/n/s stomach so prettily. It was truly a work of art.

For the following hour and a half, Taehyung had his way with your comatose body. Almost every inch of your bare skin is covered in him, marked as his. The thought alone was enough for him to cum for the umpteenth time. Heaving a sigh, Taehyung dropped down beside your warm body, snuggling close. The mixture of his scent and yours mingled together made his heart race.

Now he understands all the fuss Jeongguk makes.

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a/n: very short chapter! i apologise. I just wanted to give a lil insight into what happened between tae and y/n. this is my first time writing smut so pls be gentle with me lol. next chapter will be back to normal full length and proceeding on with the actual storyline.

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