#bts poc

Being busy was an understatement and the series of events over the past couple of months have been nothing but hectic. You barely saw Jimin and when you did, it was either he was coming in late from practice or the studio so you were always woken up from your sleep. Not ideal, but you knew his schedule would become busier since everything was up and running again after the pandemic hit. During lockdown, you two spent a lot of time together, learning to cook and enjoying each other's company. You left your job as a ballerina instructor and started working with Jimin’s father at his restaurant. It kept you occupied and on the other days, Jimin gave you a present of some sort.

Okay, so maybe a pole in the bedroom wasn’t a “present” but it was definitely a surprise when you came home from a shift. Since then, you practiced more and more until you were finally able to find your flow again. Your confidence was back and much better than ever. But you still missed that time with Jimin. BTS was still topping the charts and still Number 1 all over the world. You were proud and you knew their wives were as well. 

You spent a lot of time with the other ladies to pass the time when the boys were doing interviews and at the Big Hit building. Tae’s wife always had gatherings at her art studio and it became a regular thing after a while. It felt nice to have friends, you couldn’t say you had real friends before moving to South Korea but these women made having friends seem amazing. You painted, sipped wine (most of you) and ordered take out while talking about your hobbies, your husbands and what trips you wanted to take together once everything was back to normal again.  If normal was a real thing. 

BTS had just finished the live stream pajama party. You were asleep on the couch when Jimin came home, leaving his keys in the glass dish by the front door and kicking off his sneakers. It was well past midnight and he was dead on his feet, but he heard you shifting around on the couch and wore a look of confusion on his face. Why were you asleep in the living room anyways? 

Rounding the corner, he paused, grinned and chewed on his bottom lip. You were on your back, head turned sideways and arm draped across your eyes. It was the yellow number you were wearing that had him grinning like a weirdo. Yellow lace bra that was very much see through and matching boy shorts with a tiny black bow in front. Your hair was straightened since you did it earlier and you wore a black satin robe. It was supposed to be a surprise for him, knowing he loved when you wore something special for him, especially if it was new. Knowing that now, he frowned a little, realizing that he didn’t come home earlier enough to enjoy you and your new lingerie set.

Setting his bag down at the end of the couch, he grabbed your hand that was over your head and kissed the back of it, causing you to stir a little. Getting down on a bent knee, he leaned in closer and kissed the tip of your nose, to which you turned your head away slowly. You opened your eyes slowly, stretching your limbs and looking up at him before looking around the room. 

“What time is it?” You asked quietly, searching for your phone, reading 12:30 am. 

“It’s late, Y/N. I’m sorry you waited for me.” Jimin grabbed your hands once you sat up completely and pulled you up, burying his face in your neck and placing kisses there. 

Groaning from being tired, you kissed his cheek and pulled away, covering yourself with the robe and brushing past him. Okay, so you might have been a little annoyed. You were practicing on the pole all day for him, went and bought a new lingerie set and even did your hair and nothing, no text saying he was going to be late or even a phone call.

He could sense the annoyance and sighed heavily, trailing behind you as you walked into the room. “Y/N-ah, I’m sorry baby. I forgot to send a text-” “You forgot to do a lot of things. You didn’t call, send a text, hell even an email. I asked one of the ladies if you guys were staying late and when they said you were, that’s when I fell asleep.” 

Shaking your head, you took off the robe and tossed it on the end of the bed. Jimin whined at the way you strutted around the room in the yellow set. Mentally face palming himself before he walked up behind you and hugged you from behind. “I’m here now…” He kissed the junction between your neck and shoulder, trailing his lips back up to your ear. You grabbed an oversized shirt from the dresser and paused as he let his hands explore your curves, pressing his hips into your backside and sliding his hands up to your breasts for a squeeze. 

You couldn’t help but smirk before bucking your hips back to get him off and turning around. “You wanna see what it looks like off of me, baby?” You played with the strap of your bra while looking up at him through your lashes. He nodded at your question before you pointed for him to sit at the edge of your shared king size bed. Slowly walking over to the pole that was in the middle of your bedroom, you grabbed it and walked around in a circle around it. 

Jimin removed his shirt already, his tattoos and nipple piercings always seemed to catch your eyes every time. Going back to your teasing, you slowly unhooked your bra, taking your arms out of it but still holding the front up to your chest with both hands, flipping your hair to the right side of your neck and turning around, removing your bra and flicking it over your shoulder. You watched as your husband removed his pants as well, sitting in just his boxers as he watched you, licking his lips and eye fucking you from where he sat on the bed. He watched in silence while he screamed in excitement on the inside from your actions.

Turning around to face him, displaying your own nipple piercings, yellow ducks on the ends in yellow diamonds, his mouth went dry at the sight. You could see the tent in his boxers and he wasn’t hiding it. “You like them? I got them for you.” You winked at him, leaning back against the pole and slowly dropping down onto your toes before getting onto your hands and knees and crawling over to him.

“You’re so fucking hot.” Jimin leaned back on his hands, watching as your hands slid up his legs and to his thighs, pulling yourself up to your feet and licking your lips as you watched him stare you down. He could stop you and just fuck you right on the bedroom floor but he loved when you put on a show for him to drag everything out. As much as he was a tease, he met his match when you showed him what you could do and boy did you upstage him in the teasing department. It had been a few weeks since you last had sex but he figured he could make up for it tonight. 

Hooking your thumbs into the waistband of your panties, you slowly pulled them down inch by inch before turning to the side and sliding them all the way down, kicking them across the floor. “I have another surprise for you. It’s something you’ve always wanted, can you guess what it is? I got it a few weeks ago, just for you and only you.” His eyes widened at that before he sat up again and looked right below your stomach and then back up at you. “Did-did you...baby please, please tell me it’s true. Oh God. Did you get your clit pierced for me?” He rubbed his hand over his erection. You walked over to him, sliding one leg between his before resting your foot on the edge of the bed and nodding while biting your lip.

You both looked down at the same time, seeing the shiny silver VCH piercing. You could hear the strained moan that came from his mouth, his hand reaching out to touch it before you put your leg down and backed away from him. What are you doing now? Sighing heavily, you picked up the shirt you had taken out earlier and glared at him. “On second thought, it’s late and I’m really tired. We should get some sleep.” You shrugged. Just from watching him, you could see his emotions change rapidly, going from excited to confused to sad and then frustrated. The erection still evident in his boxers. Even as he stood up, you could see it bobbing with his movement. “Y/N...please don’t do this to me. I miss you.” You quickly walked over to you, getting down on his knees and pressing the side of his face to your lower stomach, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“You fucking tease, I swear I will make it all up to you. I just had a few late days the past couple of weeks, it’ll be worth it.” He looked up at you, placing sloppy kisses along your pelvic area and grabbing handfuls of your ass and massaging them in his hands. You stared down at him, rolling your eyes before dropping the shirt on the floor. 

Who were you to deny him? You couldn’t lie to yourself and pretend like you weren’t sexually frustrated either. The past few weeks did a number on you and using your toys did not feel the same as when Jimin touched you.

“Fine. Be quick, I have to get up in a couple of hours-” You were cut off from the yelp you let out after Jimin stood up and picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. Carrying you over to the bed, he climbed onto it and slowly laid you down onto your back, leaning forward to finally attach his lips to yours. “Mmm, I love you.” The feeling of his soft and pouty lips against yours stirred something within you. Hearing those words come from him pulled on your heart strings. “I love you, Jimin.” You said between kisses. Parting your lips to let his tongue slip into your mouth, your hands found their way to his boxers, palming his erection through them before pushing them down and off of him with your feet. 

His lips moved down to your neck, littering your skin with purple bruises. Your fingers found their way into his dark hair, biting your lip and moaning softly as he kissed his way down to your chest, his tongue ghosting over one of your nipples which caused you to shutter a little. Watching his mouth close around it, your core clenched around nothing, a sigh leaving your lips at the disappointment.

“Jiminie, please...I need you.” You begged, closing your eyes as he continued his journey down your body with his lips, his right hand turning your hip slightly to gently smack your ass. “No rushing now...let me enjoy you, kitten.” The pet name causing you to become even more soaked, his eyes shooting right at your core, pushing your legs apart as you glistened. 

“Look at that, waiting for me.” He lightly blew on it, a moan slipping from you before he even touched you anywhere else. Your piercing was healed thank goodness but you were wet and the wind blowing on it made you shiver a little, making you more turned on than usual. Sticking out his tongue, he licked a fat stripe from your entrance up to your clit, her fingers immediately digging into the sheets surrounding you. “Please..” You begged again.

Chuckling, he stared up at you from his position, pushing both of your thighs up and outward before attaching his lips to your clit and began sucking on it. You quickly grabbed the back of your knees, keeping your legs open for him and tossing your head back, finally letting out a moan again, his tongue flicking back and forth against your sensitive bud. 

His tongue moved down to your leaking pussy, slowly probing the entrance. The noises that were leaving your mouth were a jumbled mess. “So fucking wet for me.” He shoved his tongue into your entrance, keeping his hands on your thighs to make sure they never closed even if they were trembling slightly. 

“Fuck…” You bit your lip, your eyes rolling back when he moved his mouth back up to your clit and slowly inserted a finger into you, curling it and quickly pumping it in and out of you. Your stomach tightened, fingers finding his hair once more to tug on it. “Please, keep going...right there..” You whined, your entire body shaking as he added another finger. Something tightened inside of you that you haven’t felt in a long time. That familiar tug that you loved so much. 

He added a third finger and you could hear the squelching your pussy was making from his ministrations on you. “Come in my mouth, baby.” He hummed against your dripping cunt, your body shaking once more before you arched your back, tossing your head back, your orgasm washing over you as you came undone. He moaned against you, removing his fingers but still sucking and licking your clit. The overstimulation kicking in, causing you to jerk away from him. Your hands were flying out to push his face away even though you wanted and craved more of him.

“You taste so good.” He kissed back up your body, laying on top of you as you kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips. “I need you inside of me. Please.” Your eyes found his own and you shared another kiss before he stopped you from sitting up. “I wanna taste you…” You complained. “I know but if I let you do that, I’ll come and I only want to come inside of you, kitten.” He pulled your bottom lip between his teeth, letting go of it. 

Grabbing his dick in your hand, you let him glide it through your folds, getting it nice and slippery for him. “Make sure you keep those pretty legs open for me.” He pressed a kiss to one of your legs, his fingers sliding down to the backs of your thighs and rubbing the flesh there. You locked eyes with him, breathing in sharply when he guided his dick into you, bottoming out and squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. “Fuck, you’re really tight. Did you miss me that much?” You rolled your eyes at his cockiness, trying to mask the feeling of being stretched out already.

“I thought you were tired? Please make this-shit!” He thrusted one hard time, placing his hands on either side of your head and pecking your lips. “Don’t rush me now, kitten.” He pulled his hips back and again, snapped them into your, eliciting a moan from you. Soon he was repeating this action, his dark hair falling into his eyes. You could feel the bed shifting under you as he pounded into you. You cursed your body for already shaking from his actions, your mouth falling open when his speed increased. His hands moved back to keep your knees pressed up to your ears, knowing how flexible you already were it didn’t add discomfort but holy shit did it add to pleasure. 

Both of you kept your eyes on one another, every now and then you’d look down where you were connected, moaning louder when you saw how easily he slipped in and out of you. The sound of skin slapping echoed through your room, sweat forming on your forehead and already on his, though his hair was sticking to his. 

Your legs were shaking, even more so now when he released them and began to vigorously rub your clit after licking his fingers. 

“Jimin…” You breathed out, your insides clenching around him. He buried his face into your neck, letting out a moan into your skin. “Come all over me, baby. Fuck, I feel you squeezing me.” He kissed and bit at the skin on your neck, angling his hips just enough to hit that sweet spot inside of you. Your body jerked, trembling under him as your vision blurred and you moaned over and over as your body came undone once again. 

He wasn’t letting up, still chasing his own high as your walls fluttered around him. Pushing his hair back from his face, he sat up on his knees, placed your legs over his shoulders and hugged them together, pistoning his hips to get himself off. 

“Oh fuck...yes that feels so good. Jimin. Come inside of me.” You grunted. Watching his face scrunch up, his thrusts became sloppy until he groaned loudly, his hips stuttering as he painted your insides with his release. Letting your legs fall open, he gently dropped down on top of you, meshing your bodies together and shoving his face into your neck. His hips slowly moving inside of you until it became too much for both you and him. 

Gripping your chin between his index and thumb, he turned you towards him and kissed you, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth before pulling away and looking at you as you both tried catching your breath. 

You looked over at the clock then groaned and raked your fingers through your hair. “It’s 3am…” “So? I’ll call my dad tomorrow and tell him you can’t make it. You don’t have to work there, you know.” Jimin replied, kissing your shoulder before standing up and walking into the bathroom that was attached to your bedroom. You watched him, his perky ass moving about in the bathroom before coming back out with a warm washcloth and wiping between your legs, careful not to snag your piercing because you could only imagine the horror that would cause. 

“I know but I don’t wanna just sit around and do nothing all day. That’s boring.” You watched him clean himself up before tossing the cloth into the dirty hamper and climbing back on the bed with you, pulling the blanket over both of you.

Scooting closer to him, you let him rest his head on your chest. “Just think about it. You like cooking don’t you? You should do that with the other wives, cook something big and take it to the art studio. Maybe I’ll help you open a restaurant or something. I wanna spend more time with you, baby.” He laced your fingers together, kissing your knuckles one by one. “I wanna start a family soon too, if you’re ready.” He said that quietly but you picked up on it. 

You looked down at him and chewed on your lip. “Really? You really want to?” You asked, unsure if he really meant that or if it was just the after sex high that was still there. Shifting his head back, he looked at you and smiled, that smile you loved so much where his eyes turned into crescent moons. “I really mean it. A mini me or a mini you crawling around here, I wanna have that with you.” He unlaced your fingers and caressed the side of your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

“I want that...I want that with you too, Jiminie.” You pressed a kiss to his forehead, his nose and then to his lips. “I want everything with you.” Placing your leg over his waist, you watched him as he played with a curl that formed at the nape of your neck, from the sweat no doubt. You would have to redo your hair again tomorrow, knowing it was probably a frizzy mess right now. 

“Get some sleep. I might need another round of you in the morning before I have to go back into the studio.” He slapped your ass, hard. You hissed and shoved at his chest gently. “You’re not getting anything but coffee tomorrow.” You turned the other way, letting him spoon you as he chuckled. 

“Did you really think you could pull that off at your size?”

You could still hear Hoseok’s voice ringing in your ears as you laid out on your bed, sobbing. It wasn’t uncommon for him to say little sideways comments like that when you hung out with the boys. You usually shrugged them off or fired one right back at him, but today you just couldn’t handle it.

Today was a beach day, a late celebration of Yoongi’s birthday after a cold winter and too much time spent working for all of you. So you all decided to pile up in the van and head off towards the coast for what was supposed to be a fun-filled day. When Seokjin pulled up to your street to pick you up you were a grinning mess, beach bag in hand, excited to spend some time with your boys. It had been a while since you’ve all been together and you couldn’t wait to start the day, having barely gotten any sleep the night before. From the curb, you could count out six of the seven men waving at you excitedly, waiting for you to hop inside the vehicle. The last wore a scowl on his face, his smile having disappeared as soon as you made eye contact. Still, you chose to remain happy, wanting to make the best of the day as you climbed into the very last row in the car. You found yourself in the back seat between a giggly Jimin and a sleepy Jungkook.

“Happy Birthday Yoongs!” you beamed from the back of the van. You could see the birthday boy’s gummy grin from his passenger mirror. Jin had let him sit in the front seat since it was his day. Before Yoongi could even reply a ‘thank you,’ Hoseok had to open his big ass mouth.

“Someone remind me again why she’s here.” he didn't even bother to look back while he spoke, which infuriated you.

“I'm here because I'm the sunshine of the group,” you reached forward and gently smacked the back of his crimson colored head. Jimin covered his mouth with both of his hands, stifling a laugh.

“Watch the hair brat,” he finally turned to face you for the first time in the whole car ride. His face was contorted into some nasty look and you had to admit he looked hot when he was mad. Especially when his anger was aimed towards you, which was basically every time y'all were together. You didn't know whether you wanted to smack the look right off his face or kiss it off, probably both. Okay, you had to admit the slightest crush on Hoseok since you met the boys your freshman year of high school. Jimin was in pretty much all of your classes and the two of you soon became besties. After introducing you to the rest of the group, you were soon adopted into the pack, having been inseparable since graduation. All of the boys knew about your crush on Hoseok except for the man himself. And you honestly never planned on confessing, long as he kept that attitude on him.

It's crazy to think that you could've fallen for such an asshole, but it was really the way that other people talked about him that got you. It was the way he acted when he thought no one was watching that got you. You remember staying late nights at school, just to steal glimpses of him dancing in the school’s studio. The way his body moved was absolutely mind-blowing. He was always so graceful, but strong. It made you wonder if he was even human or some immortal sent to this earth to taunt you with something that you wanted so badly, but couldn’t have. So there you were, stuck on this idiot who seemed to be an angel to everyone besides you. You had to get out of your thoughts. What was he saying?

“There's only one sunshine in this group,” he gave you a slow, agonizing once over as he spoke, “and that spot’s already taken by yours truly.” You could feel yourself becoming self-conscious under his stare and began to pull at your white cover-up, pulling at the thin material in an attempt to hide your cleavage. If you hadn’t known any better, you’d think he was checking you out. You wouldn’t be able to blame him though. You were pretty thick and well endowed. If you were him, you’d be checking yourself out too. Either that, or he was silently judging.

“Honey, if it's that important to you, you can be the sun. There are tons of stars that are much bigger and hotter than the sun.” You scoffed while wrapping your straightened hair into a messy top knot.

“Hotter? I'm not so sure about that one,” he turned back around in his seat, now facing the road. You could still hear him mumble under his breath. “But bigger? Yeah, much bigger.” Definitely silently judging.

You were pretty sure everyone in the car could hear him and it fell silent except for the light buzzing of the broken radio. You had nothing to say back. You were bigger than him, than all of them. As if he could read your thoughts, Jimin grabbed hold of your hand.

“Hey don't listen to him,” your best friend whispered into your ear. You could feel Hoseok staring at you from the corner of his eye, not sincere enough to look at you directly. “He's just upset because we couldn’t go to the beach for his birthday. It was way too cold.” You found yourself going from chuckling to full-on, genuinely laughing. “C’mere,” Jimin pulled you closer, wrapping you into his chest, and you dozed off just like that for the car ride. --- You woke up to a smiling Jimin, shaking you awake.

“C’mon!" He pulled you across the empty back seat. “Everyones at the beach already, let’s go!” he extended the last syllable, the smile on his cheeks reaching his eyes.

“Okay Chim!” you followed him out of the van and onto the pavement. The sun making its home on your skin. The two of your stretched your limbs after being left in the car for God knows how long

“I'll race you to the water,” you arched an eyebrow at your bestie who was currently bent in half, feeling the light burn in his hamstrings.

“You can't even swim. Why-” and before he could even finish his sentence, you were halfway to the ocean, sand flying up behind your feet at you ran. “Hey that's not fair,” the giggling man chased after you, treading sand with ease that he caught up to you right before your toes could touch the salt water.

“What are you doing?” you yelled as two arms wrapped tightly around your waist, hindering you from winning the race. “You're cheating,” you flailed your body wildly.

   “I'm saving you from drowning,” Jimin beamed from behind you, not letting up on his grip. “Plus I'm also saving your hair from getting wet. It looks so pretty like this, and I know it took so long for you to get it like this.” He reached up to squeeze the top knot atop your head.

   “Hey, hands off the hair,” you swatted at his wrist.

   “I swear, sometimes you're just like Hoseok hyung.” you found yourself snapping to face him in utter shock.

   “I can't believe you would even compare me to that mouse.” You smacked your best friend’s abs with the back of your hand.

   “Please, if I'm a mouse, then you're totally a rat.” you hear Hoseok speak up from behind Jimin. He had removed the white t-shirt he dawned earlier as he casually walked towards the water, pushing the sunglasses he wore off of his perfectly sloped nose and onto his head. The small gesture almost had you drooling as the sunglasses pushed back his bangs, revealing his forehead, one of your many weaknesses for the man. You said nothing, eyes following him as he proceeded to enter the ocean. Refractions of the sun bounced off the water and displayed across his toned, tanned back.

“Whatever, I’m going to get some sun,” you feigned being angry and stomped off toward the giant blanket that the rest of the boys had set up before your legs completely turned to jelly.

---

   Maybe after half an hour of reading your favorite poetry book under the shade of the big rainbow umbrella that Taehyung brought, you found a bouncing, wet Jungkook approaching you.

   “What’s up Kook?” you lowered your book into your lap.

   “It’s just…” He looked down at his feet as he spoke. “The guys and I were gonna go deeper into the ocean, and you haven’t gotten into the water all day, and I just wanted to know if you wanted to come play with us.”

   “Well, Jungkook, you know I can’t swim, right? I’d rather not drown today.” You laughed out loud. His gesture was sweet and it was cute that no matter how long you’d known the boys, Jungkook, the youngest,  always got shy talking to you alone.

   “I know- I know you can’t swim,” he finally managed to make eye contact with you. “That’s why I was going to offer you to ride on my back, but that’s only if you want to.”

   “Kookie, I don’t know if you knew this but I’m-”

   “Noona, I’ve been getting really strong.” He interrupted you before you could bring up your weight.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” You only half-believed him. “But I’ve gotten stronger too. I’ve really been focusing on muscle, and we all know muscle weighs more than fat, and I don’t want to be responsible if you hurt your back or can’t swim with us both because I weigh us down and the both of us drown.”

   “Noona,” the boy’s prominent front teeth appeared in a smile. Somehow he found your nervous rambling amusing. “I can carry you. If I can throw Jimin over my shoulder and carry him that way, I most definitely can give you a simple piggy-back ride. Trust me.”

   “Okay bunny boy, let’s do it,” You set your book aside and peeled off your cover-up as well as the jean shorts you wore to reveal a white bikini bathing suit. This was the first you’d worn a two-piece bathing suit in front of the guys. Through getting more fit, you didn't really notice a physical difference, but just having more physical power gave you a new found confidence to wear the item. Well, that and some persuading from your best friend. Jimin had convinced you that Hoseok loved seeing girls in all white, but you wouldn’t admit that was half the reason you wore the revealing suit.

“You're actually going to trust me?” the younger man blinked in disbelief.

   “Well, no,” you gestured for him to turn around and squat down low. “But if I'm going to prove you wrong, I'd rather it be here on dry land than in the water.” You mounted your friend’s back, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. You almost crapped your pants when you were lifted until your toes were no longer on the sandy floor, and you instantly locked your thighs against Jungkook's waist.

   “See, I told you I was strong noona,” the man set off toward the water once you were secure on his back.

   “Holy shit Kookie,” you nearly shouted into his ear. “When did this happen? Like, I knew you worked out, but I never expected this much from you.”

   “Hm…” he thought, “maybe this past winter?” You two finally reached the part of the ocean the rest of your friends were currently in. Your smile hurt your face, hearing them scream your name like excited children.

   “Thank you for finally joining us on the wet side,” Namjoon’s dimples poked through his cheeks as he grinned a closed mouth grin.

   “You're just in time for the most intense chicken fight of the century,” Yoongi announced, arms spread wide as if it were sort of live show in Vegas. “In this corner,” the birthday pointed to his left, “we have the Kim Team.”

   You did your best the applaud at Taehyung boarding Seokjin’s back without slipping off of Jungkook’s. Though he had a solid grip on you, you could never be too safe.

   “And in this corner, I give you the JJ Team!” Yoongi pointed to his right where Hoseok climbed atop Jimin.

   “Wait, why are they called JJ?” you interrupted.

   “Because,” Hoseok’s face displayed pure annoyance, “my dance name is J-Hope.”

   “Ha!” you let out a huge guffaw, “and who named you that? Because you don't seem to give anyone hope, Jung. Maybe you should’ve named yourself ‘J-Horse’ instead because of your horse face.” The rest of the group roared with laughter. It was a long-running joke among your friend group that Hoseok looked like a horse, though you didn't quite see it. You always thought his features more resembled a Roman sculpture, carved from marble. You dreamed of just being able to run your fingertips along the bridge of his nose or brush against his heart-shaped lips.

   “Okay,” the short-tempered man jumped off of Jimin’s back and sauntered towards where Jungkook stood with you on his back. You swallowed hard. “If I’m ‘J-Horse’, then you're Miss Piggy because, well,” he looked you over once more, “you know.” "I-," you couldn't form any more than that. "I-"

"By the way, who told you told you to wear a bikini?" A smirk formed in the corner of his mouth. "Did you really think you could pull that off at your size?"

You could feel your stomach drop and suddenly you didn't want to be there anymore. “Kook please take me back to the shore,” you said under your breath. Without a second thought, Jungkook carried you back, ensuring your safe landing onto the sand. As soon as you were grounded, you found your legs were taking off in a sprint before could think. You only stopped to grab your cover-up and denim shorts, putting them on before racing off of the beach. You could feel seven pairs of eyes glued to your back as you sprinted. You could hear Namjoon calling out to you, but you didn’t dare look back. You ran and ran until your legs nearly gave out, until your lungs stung and you could do no more than bring your hands to your knees to catch your breath. Then, when you were out of earshot and could no longer hear the cars along the road, you finally let yourself cry.

~~~

   “Seok, you really took it too far this time,” Namjoon shook his head, watching your form disappear into the distance.

“What are you talking about?” Hoseok scoffed, making his way out of the ocean and onto the sand.

“Well,” Namjoon followed his friend but stopped himself from speaking the rest of his sentence.

“Hyung,” Taehyung spoke up, following the older boys. “You kinda ruined Yoongi Hyung’s birthday party.”

   “I was just joking with her, same as usual, I don't know why she’s acting so damn sensitive today,” Hoseok’s smile faded when he realized none of his friends were laughing along with him.

   “People can only take so much Hyung, and you're always taking it too far with her,” Jimin clenched his fists as he pushed past Hoseok, nearly knocking him over. “It’s not like you deserve to know or anything the way you treated her just now,” he looked over his shoulder, making eye contact with the scarlet-haired boy. “But that girl is fucking in love with you dude.”

~~~

   You straightened up from your crouched position, wiping the tears from your face when you heard an oncoming car. You could hear the motor slow as it began to align with the pace of your walking. Goosebumps rose on your arms. You refused to make eye contact with whoever was following you for fear it’d give them a reason to talk to you.

   “Need a ride, pretty lady?” you heard a familiar voice shout from the driver’s side, followed by a squeaky laugh.

“Seokjin, thank god it's you.” you sighed in relief. “I thought you were some strange dude ready to lure me in and sell my organs on the black market.” he stopped the van and you opened the front door, gladly accepting the ride.

“Who says I’m not,” he erupted into another fit of squeaks. “How did you manage to get this far without shoes?” You looked down at your white manicured toes, covered in dirt and ash. You hadn’t even noticed you were barefoot.

“Fight or flight I suppose,” you shrugged your shoulders.

~~~

You were awoken from your sleep by the sound of your doorbell. You didn’t realize you’d fallen asleep. Getting up from your messy sheets, you wrapped yourself in your silk robe, cloaking your pajama shorts and camisole. Quickly glancing at your phone, you wondered who could be ringing your doorbell at ten o'clock at night. Seeing the missed calls, you concluded it was probably Jimin. He might've been worried when you didn’t answer his calls after Seokjin took you home.

“Sorry Chim, I-” your face contorted into a nasty scowl when you happened upon the redhead boy in your open doorway. He offered a half smile, teeth chattering as he scratched the back of his head with one hand. “I have absolutely nothing to say to you.” You proceeded to slam the door but noticed that it was being blocked by something. “What the fuck are you doing?” You released Hoseok’s hand from the doorframe.

“Please, hear me out,” he doubled over, gripping his injured fingers.

“Don’t you think you've run your mouth enough for today? Did you come to accuse me of assault too?”

“I’m so, so sorry,” he managed between gritted teeth, obviously still not recovered from the impact. You rolled your eyes, not having ever seeing Hoseok be sincere. Sure you’ve heard stories about how what a good, honest person he is from the boys, but you just couldn’t risk it. What if he was just here to play some prank on you?

“I’m going to get you an icepack and then you’re going to get the hell off my property,” as you turned to leave into the house, you felt him grab your arm. You doubled back, catching sight of where his hand met your skin. Hoseok had never touched you before and you were surprised at how responsive your body was to it, gooseflesh trailing up the entirety of your limb and suddenly you could feel the spring night’s breeze. A shiver road down your spine. How long had he been waiting in the cold? His hand was freezing.

“I don't need it; I can bear the pain. Please just,” he let you loose, sensing a discomfort. “I just want to tell you this, and you can never talk to me again. I promise,” he held out a pinky finger.

“Okay, you have one minute,” you crossed your arms across your chest, avoiding his pinky promise, as well as his gaze.

“Okay…” he took in a shallow breath. “First of all, I want to apologize again, not just for today, but for every day that I’ve spoken to you since the day we met. Not only have I been incredibly rude, but I've not been my true self. You see,” his weight shifted between his feet, not being able to look at you fully. “When I get around you, I just don't want you to see what I’m really like. I’m a coward and such a pushover. I wanted to show you that I can be a real man, someone who isn’t sensitive or gets scared easily, but I’m a terrible liar. I can’t act and every time I tried to act tough it just came out as so…”

“Thirty seconds.”

“So evil," he shivered at his own words, "and that's not me. I'm not evil, at least, that's not how I meant to be to you. I didn't want to be the one hurting you. I just wanted to show that I could be man enough to protect you from anyone, even though I couldn’t even protect you from myself and this turned out horribly wrong.”

“Hoseok,” you finally faced him. You were shocked that you were giving him the time of day and you were even more shocked that you actually believed what was coming out of his mouth.

“And I know it's no excuse for what I do, for what I've done; it’s just that I felt like that was the only way I had the courage to talk to you and-”

“Hoseok,” you repeated, louder the second time. He stopped rambling and his eyes met your own. You could finally see them, welled up with the tears he was holding back. “Why would you be afraid to talk to me or even want to protect me? What you're saying isn't making any sense.” You found yourself whispering once his full attention was on you. Even when he was being vulnerable, he had a way of making you feel small, insignificant.

“Because,” he spoke barely any louder than you were. “I love you.” Although his voice was low and soft, those last three words nearly knocked you over with the power they held.

“Come on,” you gestured for him to come inside the house and close the door behind him.

“Are you going to hit me again?” he obeyed hesitantly, his height shadowing yours in the dim light of the hallway.

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” you were offended that he’d think you'd intentionally slam his hand in the door. “I’m getting you an ice pack, now come on.” You sauntered into the kitchen, him at your heels and burning a hole in your back with his eyes. You grabbed an icepack from the freezer, wrapping it in a kitchen towel. “Now,” you spun around, not expecting him to be as close as he was. You could feel your heart skip a beat at his closeness. Clearing your throat, you found your voice again. “Why did you stick your hand in the door?” you held your hand out for his injured one. Once he allowed you to, you gingerly ran the pack along the back of his fingers.

“I needed you to know the truth,” he hissed at the contact.

“So you stuck your hand in a slamming door?”

“The pain in my hand is nothing compared to the pain I’ve caused you," he avoided your eyes again. "I can hold my own ice pack by the way.” he took a step forward to grab it, but you pulled it out of reach.

“Can you let me be nice to you Seok?”

“Sorry,” he held out his hand once more. “I keep forgetting.”

“Forgetting what?”

“That you like me too.”

“Who told you that?” you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, the redness in them being a dead giveaway. Despite being well melanated, for your whole life you’ve turned red when embarrassed.  

“It was Jimin.”

“I’m gonna kill him,” you subconsciously tightened your grip on the man’s hand.

“First of all, ow,” your eyes widened immensely as you mouthed at least ten apologies. “Second of all, don't be mad at him. He was only defending you. If it hadn’t been for my big mouth, I would’ve never found out. Come to think of it,” he tapped the index finger of his free hand against his chin. “The guys have been pretty good at keeping this a secret because if they knew we both liked each other-”

“They knew you liked me and didn’t say anything?” You handed the pack to Hoseok, attempting to leave the house in an outfit that probably wasn’t suited for the cold of the night before Hoseok grabbed you without thinking. His chest pressed to your back while his arms wrapped around your shoulders. You could feel the strength of his heartbeat that way. You just became aware of how nervous he was being close to you as well and your anger slowly subsided.

“Don’t leave again,” he spoke softly by your ear.

“Okay,” you turned around in his grasp and his hands slid down the flat of your back. More chills. You looked into his brown, half-moon shaped eyes, gazed along the bridge of his nose and stopped at the mole on his pouty lips. You loved that mole of his. His lips: pretty, pink, inviting. “Seok,” your voice cracked.

“Hm”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” his hands drew goosebumps to the curve of your lower back and you took your time gliding your hands up his toned neck to hold his face. To say that you’ve imagined your first kiss with Hoseok a hundred times would be an understatement. None of those scenarios measured up to the real thing. When Hoseok’s lips touched your own, soft as rose petals, an audible moan escaped, but it was too hypnotizing to be embarrassed. Man, was he an amazing kisser, the way his lips matched the fluidity of your own. When he tugged at your bottom lip with his, another moan. When he migrated his tongue into your mouth, another moan because God he tasted so damn good.

“Please,“ you pulled away for a moment. He looked hurt, another pout forming on his lips and you kissed it away. “I want you.”

“Fuck,” his eyes darkened and before you knew it, you were lifted off of the floor and placed onto the kitchen counter. “For the record,” he spoke breathily between marking up the base of your neck with nibbles and kisses. “You looked so fucking sexy in that white bikini. It drove me insane seeing you on Jungkook instead of me.”

“But I only want you, Seok,” you whined in response, wrapping your legs around him to pull him closer.

“Say it again please,” he ground into you through your silk shorts, dancing to the rhythm of your breathing. "Call me 'Seok,' again."

“It’s you, Seok,” you exhaled at the added friction of jeans, against silk, against skin. “It’s always been you.”

“How does your voice sound so raw and I’ve barely touched you?” your only response was desperately grinding on his hardened length through his pants. You nearly cried when he pulled away from you, the only remaining contact being his hands on the meat of your thighs, pinning you to the countertop. You squirmed under his stare, watching his gaze go to where the silk stuck to your center as he dug his thumbs into your soft flesh, leaving red marks. “Want me to make you feel good?” he licked his lips making them shine with saliva. Nodding eagerly, you reached your arms out to him. “Use your words baby.”