#bts preferences

Husband Jin - Who insists on introducing you as my wife, my husband, my partner at every opportunity just to see your cheeks flush when he says it.

Husband Jin - Who gives you the bigger piece of meat during dinner and claims he’s “just not that hungry” even though you catch him sneaking a second serving later.

Husband Jin - Who sneaks back hugs while you’re brushing your teeth, cooking, or folding laundry because he can’t help himself.

Husband Jin - Who is loud with laughter and loud with love, filling every corner of your home with his presence so you never feel alone.

Husband Jin - Who always makes you laugh in the middle of arguments, not because he doesn’t take you seriously but because he can’t stand to see you upset.

Husband Jin - Who takes a hundred selfies with you in the most ordinary moments—at the grocery store, in the car, at the park—and says it’s for the memories.

Husband Jin - Who always sings about what you’re doing, whether you’re cooking, cleaning, or even just yawning, because he wants to make you smile.

Husband Jin - Who secretly watches your favorite dramas with you just so he can tease you about your reactions but ends up more invested in the story than you are.

Husband Jin - Who tells you every day how beautiful you are, in a tone so casual you almost don’t realize he means it with his whole heart.

Husband Jin - Who cries when he hears you laugh so hard you can’t breathe, because he realizes all over again that you’re his greatest joy.

Husband Jin - Who brushes your hair back gently and kisses your forehead like it’s second nature, as if that one touch is enough to ground him.

Husband Jin - Who puts your comfort above his own, carrying groceries, cooking meals, and making sure you drink water even when he’s tired himself.

Husband Jin - Who whispers I love you every night before bed, whether you’re awake to hear it or not.

"Okay," he finally said, his voice steadier than he felt. "But we need to set some ground rules. This is just for show, right? No getting too carried away with the whole 'couple' thing." He tried to sound serious, but the corners of his mouth twitched upward despite himself.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, relief flooding your features. "Of course! Just a little hand-holding, maybe some playful banter. You know, the usual, new couple things."

"Alright then," he said, taking a deep breath to steady himself. "Let’s do this." He stepped closer, closing the distance between you, and instinctively wrapped an arm around your shoulders. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, but you quickly reminded yourself of the gravity of the situation.

"Just remember," he continued, his voice low and serious, "we need to look convincing. So, you might have to lean into it a bit. You know, hold my hand or something."

You swallowed hard, the flutter of nerves mixing with a strange thrill at the thought of being so close to him. "Right, holding hands. Got it." You reached out tentatively, your fingers brushing against his before intertwining. The contact felt electric, and you fought the urge to pull away, instead focusing on the task at hand.

As you walked together, Jin kept his gaze scanning the surroundings, his protective instincts kicking in. You could feel the tension in his posture, the way he subtly shifted to place himself between you and the street. It was both comforting and unnerving the way he took on this role so naturally.

"Just act normal," he murmured, glancing down at you with a reassuring smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "We’re just two people enjoying a day out together."

You nodded, trying to mirror his casual demeanor, but your heart raced as you caught sight of a figure in the distance. The familiar silhouette sent a jolt of panic through you, and you instinctively tightened your grip on Jin’s hand.

"Is that them?" Jin asked, his voice low and tense.

You squinted, trying to make out the features of the person approaching. "I… I think so. I can’t be sure, but it looks like them."

Jin’s expression hardened, and he instinctively pulled you closer, his arm wrapping more securely around your shoulders. "Okay, just keep walking. Look at me, not him."

You turned your gaze up to him, and for a moment, the world around you faded. His eyes were focused and determined, and there was a flicker of something deeper in his expression that made your heart race for an entirely different reason.

You leaned into Jin, your shoulder brushing against his, and he instinctively leaned closer, creating a bubble of intimacy that felt both exhilarating and terrifying. Jin's fingers glided gently across your shoulder, a tender gesture meant to ease the tension of the moment. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, igniting a spark of connection that felt both exhilarating and comforting.

As the day unfolded, you found yourselves lost in a world where you truly felt like a couple, seamlessly slipping into the familiar rhythm of your shared time together. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over everything, and the gentle breeze carried with it the sweet scent of blooming flowers. Each moment felt like a stolen treasure, a fleeting glimpse into a life you both longed to explore.

That night, when Jin escorted you to your apartment, you welcomed him inside with a warmth that felt electric. Even though the person who had been stalking you couldn't see you anymore, it didn't stop the two of you from continuing the act. The movie flickered on the screen, but neither of you paid much attention to the plot unfolding before you. Instead, you were lost in each other’s presence, the warmth of his body beside you creating a cocoon of comfort.

Jin’s fingers found their way into your hair, his touch gentle and deliberate, as if he were weaving a spell that drew you closer. You leaned into him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a soothing backdrop to the electric tension that crackled in the air. In that moment, the pretense melted away, leaving only the undeniable connection between you. You both had lost yourselves in the performance, forgetting it was merely a charade. Yet, the spark between you made it clear that neither of you wished to bring it to an end.

Yoongi

"Yoongi, please! Will you pretend to be my boyfriend? I need my shitty ex to see that I've moved on!" you pleaded, desperation lacing your voice. The words tumbled out in a rush, fueled by the anxiety that had been building inside you ever since you had run into your ex last week.

"Why would I do that? We're not exactly friends," he replied, raising an eyebrow, his tone laced with skepticism. You had to admit he was right; your relationship was more of a casual nod than anything deeper. You had shared mutual friends and exchanged a couple of polite smiles, and that was about it.

"Because I know how much you hate my ex, and you'd never pass up an opportunity to ruin their day!!" You watched as he considered your words, his gaze piercing and thoughtful. You could see the gears turning in his mind, weighing the pros and cons of your outrageous proposal.

"Touché," he finally said, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. The corners of his mouth twitched upward, and for a moment, you thought you might have actually convinced him. "Alright, but just for a short time. I'm a busy guy," he replied, and your heart fluttered with excitement as you expressed your gratitude repeatedly.

It had become a natural occurrence for you both to gravitate towards each other whenever you were near. Yoongi, with his quiet demeanor, rarely sought the spotlight, yet there were undeniable hints of your connection. He had a way of reaching out, whether it was a gentle hand resting on your back or his fingers lightly grazing yours, each touch a soft whisper of the bond you shared, understated yet profoundly intimate.

As the days turned into weeks rumors were definitely going around that the two of you were together. Surrounded by friends, his affection for you became increasingly apparent, manifesting in the little things that made your heart flutter. He held your hand while standing, wrapped his arms around you, and when seated, his arm rested casually behind your chair. Each gesture sent your heart racing, leaving you breathless and delightfully flustered. It was a small act, but it spoke volumes about his desire to be near you, to claim you in a way that was both possessive and affectionate.

"All night, he's had his eyes on you," Yoongi murmured softly, his breath warm against your ear. The intimate proximity sent a shiver down your spine, igniting a spark of excitement that you hadn’t anticipated. You followed his gaze, your heart sinking as you spotted your ex, a shadow lurking in the background, observing the connection you shared with Yoongi. His presence was like a dark cloud hovering over what should have been a carefree evening, a reminder of past heartaches that you thought you had buried.

You hadn’t even realized he was there, your heart racing solely from the electric moments unfolding between you and Yoongi. The way he leaned in closer, the way his fingers brushed against your arm, ignited a warmth that spread through you, momentarily drowning out the anxiety that your ex's gaze stirred within. You tried to focus on the laughter and the music that surrounded you, but the weight of that familiar stare was hard to shake off.

Despite your efforts to remind yourself that this was merely an act, the line between reality and pretense began to blur, making it increasingly difficult to hold onto that thought. Every shared glance with Yoongi felt genuine, every playful tease igniting a flicker of something deeper within you. You could feel the chemistry crackling in the air, a magnetic pull that drew you closer to him, yet the shadow of your past loomed large, threatening to overshadow the moment.

"Ignore him," Yoongi said, his voice low and soothing as if he could sense the turmoil brewing inside you. "He doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is right here, right now." His words wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, and you found yourself leaning into him, seeking solace in the moment.

Your heart raced at his declaration, an undeniable spark igniting within you. The air around you felt charged, electric, as if the very atmosphere was holding its breath in anticipation. As you met his gaze, uncertainty clouded your thoughts—was this genuine or merely a performance? The intensity in his eyes was both thrilling and terrifying, a magnetic pull that drew you closer even as doubt whispered in the back of your mind.

He seemed to sense your inner turmoil, a playful smirk dancing across his lips, as if he reveled in the effect he had on you. "Difficult to believe this is just a show, isn't it?" he teased, his voice low and inviting, laced with a hint of mischief. You found yourself nodding in silent agreement, your heart pounding in your chest. The way he looked at you, with such intensity and warmth, made it hard to dismiss the possibility that there was something real beneath the surface.

"Perhaps it’s more than that," he murmured, his voice dropping to a whisper that sent shivers down your spine. He leaned in closer, the world around you fading into a blur as he captured your lips in a kiss. It was soft at first, a gentle exploration that sent waves of warmth cascading through you. You could feel the tension of the moment dissolve, replaced by a rush of emotions that you had been trying to suppress.

As his lips moved against yours, you felt a sense of surrender, as if all your doubts and fears melted away in that single, electrifying moment. The kiss deepened, igniting a fire within you that you hadn’t realized was there, a longing that had been waiting for the right spark to set it ablaze. You lost yourself in the taste of him, the way he held you as if you were the most precious thing in the world, and for a fleeting moment, everything else faded into insignificance.

Hoseok

You and Hoseok shared an unbreakable bond, doing everything together whenever he wasn't caught up in his own world. From spontaneous late-night drives to binge-watching your favorite shows, your friendship was a tapestry woven with laughter, shared secrets, and countless memories. So, when you stumbled upon the news that your favorite café was giving away free drinks to couples on Valentine's Day, a playful idea sparked in your mind.

How difficult could it be to act like a couple for a day? The thought danced in your head, igniting a thrill of excitement. After all, you and Hoseok had always had a natural chemistry, a rhythm that felt effortless. You often joked about how you were practically soulmates in friendship, so why not take it a step further, even if just for a day?

You could already picture it: the two of you walking hand in hand, stealing glances at each other, and sharing sweet treats while basking in the warmth of the café's cozy atmosphere. The idea seemed innocent enough, a delightful adventure waiting to unfold. You could already hear Hoseok's laughter ringing in your ears as you imagined his reaction to your proposal.

The next day, you decided to bring it up. You found him lounging on the couch, his hair tousled and a playful grin on his face as he scrolled through his phone. “Hey, Hoseok,” you began, trying to keep your tone casual, "What do you think about pretending to be a couple for Valentine’s Day? The café is giving away free drinks to couples.”

His eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, you worried he might think you were being serious. But then, a mischievous smile spread across his face, and you knew you had him hooked. “Free drinks? Count me in!” he exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious.

As the day approached, you both began to plan your little charade. You picked out matching outfits—something cute yet comfortable, a reflection of your playful personalities. Hoseok suggested you both wear heart-shaped accessories, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of him sporting a bright red headband with ears.

On Valentine’s Day, you met at the café, your heart racing with anticipation. The atmosphere was buzzing with love, couples exchanging gifts and sweet nothings. You and Hoseok walked in, hand in hand, and the barista raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile creeping onto her face. “What can I get for the cute couple?"

You exchanged a glance with Hoseok, and he leaned in closer, whispering, “Let’s get something sweet and extra cheesy.”

You both ordered heart-shaped lattes and a slice of red velvet cake to share. As you settled into a cozy corner, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth enveloping you. The café was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of soft music playing in the background.

“Okay, so what’s the plan now, boyfriend?” you asked, playfully nudging him with your shoulder.

Hoseok grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “How about we take some cute couple selfies? You know, to document our love story?”

You laughed, pulling out your phone. “Alright, but only if we can do some silly poses!” The two of you spent the next half hour snapping pictures, striking ridiculous poses, and making each other laugh until your sides hurt.

It quickly turned into a delightful routine for the two of you. Every weekend, you would embark on little adventures, seeking out charming cafes and cozy restaurants that offered complimentary treats for couples. With each new place you discovered, you slipped into the role of a couple with playful ease, sharing laughter over decadent desserts and clinking glasses filled with sparkling beverages. The atmosphere was always light and filled with joy, as you exchanged teasing banter and playful glances that lingered just a moment too long.

Yet, as the days passed, you couldn't shake the feeling that these outings were evolving into something deeper. The way your hands brushed against each other while reaching for the same pastry sent shivers down your spine, and the warmth of their laughter wrapped around you like a comforting blanket. Each shared moment blurred the lines between mere friendship and the blossoming of something beautifully romantic.

It was an ordinary weekend when everything changed. You and Hobi found yourselves at a club with enticing half-priced drinks, and before long, you were both delightfully intoxicated. As you stumbled into your apartment later that night, passion ignited, and your lips collided with his in a fervent kiss.

The air was thick with unspoken tension, and before you knew it, your lips collided with his in a fervent kiss. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring you to this moment, where everything else faded into the background. The taste of his lips was intoxicating, and you felt a rush of warmth spread through you, igniting a fire that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

You explored each other with a sense of urgency, hands roaming and bodies pressing together as if trying to merge into one. The world outside ceased to exist; it was just the two of you, lost in a whirlwind of desire and longing. The music from the club still echoed faintly in your ears, but it was drowned out by the sound of your heartbeats, racing in sync with the thrill of the moment.

Pulling away just enough to catch your breath, you looked into his eyes, searching for clarity amidst the haze of passion. "Hoseok… what are we doing?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, laced with a mix of excitement and uncertainty.

His reply came softly, yet it resonated deeply within you. "What couples do," he said, his gaze steady and sincere. In that moment, everything clicked into place. The laughter, the shared glances, the unspoken connection that had been building between you—it all made sense. You realized that this was more than just a fleeting moment of passion; it was the beginning of something beautiful, something that felt right.

Namjoon

You sprawled across Namjoon's couch in his studio, the soft fabric cradling you as you poured out your heart about life's troubles. The walls were adorned with soundproofing panels and scattered with instruments, a creative chaos that felt oddly comforting. Namjoon sat nearby, his fingers dancing over the keys of a keyboard, lost in the world of melodies and harmonies. He half-listened, nodding occasionally, but his focus was clearly on crafting something new, something that would resonate with the world.

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of your thoughts pressing down on you. "I just don’t know anymore, Namjoon. It feels like everyone around me is moving forward, and I’m just… stuck," you confessed, your voice tinged with frustration. He glanced up, his brow furrowing slightly, but then his attention drifted back to the notes he was weaving together, a gentle hum escaping his lips as he tried to capture the essence of what he was feeling.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed, breaking the moment. You reached for it, curiosity piqued, and your heart sank a little as you saw the name of a friend lighting up the screen. It was an invitation to yet another party, the kind that promised laughter, dancing, and the usual crowd of familiar faces. You sighed dramatically, the sound echoing in the quiet studio, contemplating the idea of attending.

It wasn’t that you disliked their company; in fact, you cherished the moments spent with them. But lately, their sympathetic glances had begun to grate on your nerves, each one a reminder of your single status. It felt as if you were a puzzle piece that didn’t quite fit, a charity case rather than a friend. You could almost hear the unspoken words in their eyes: “Oh, poor you, still single.” The thought made your stomach twist uncomfortably.

Namjoon paused, finally looking up from his work, sensing the shift in your mood. "What’s wrong?" he asked, his voice gentle yet curious. You hesitated, unsure if you wanted to share the turmoil brewing inside you. But there was something about his presence, the way he always seemed to understand without judgment, that made you want to open up.

"Just got invited to another party," you admitted, your voice laced with a hint of bitterness. "I don’t know if I want to go. It’s like every time I’m there, I’m reminded of how alone I am."

Namjoon set the keyboard aside, his full attention now on you. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his expression serious yet understanding. “I get it,” he said softly. “It’s hard to watch everyone else chase their dreams while you feel like you’re standing still. But you have to remember that everyone’s journey is different. Just because it looks like they’re moving forward doesn’t mean you’re not making progress in your own way.”

"Come with me," you urged, sitting up with a hopeful glint in your eyes. He arched an eyebrow, intrigued. "Please, please, please be my date for the party- I always go alone and people have started whispering behind my back about how they feel bad for me…"

"Y/n," he sighed, massaging his temples, "is this yet another one of your plans?" The weariness in his voice hinted at his reluctance.

"Please! Just for tonight, just play along!" you pleaded, and though the thought of it didn't thrill him, he couldn't fathom denying you anything. And so, with a resigned smile, he found himself at the party, your hand intertwined with his, feeling the warmth of your presence beside him.

He glanced around, taking in the scene with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The party was in full swing, and while he had initially been hesitant, the sight of you beaming with enthusiasm made his heart soften. Your eyes sparkled with mischief, and he couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly you drew people in.

“Just one dance,” he conceded, his voice barely audible over the thumping bass. You beamed at him, your smile lighting up your face, and he felt a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the crowded room.

As you led him to the makeshift dance floor, he felt a flutter of nerves. He wasn’t the type to let loose in front of others, but the way you looked at him, full of hope and excitement, made him want to try. You swayed to the rhythm, your movements fluid and carefree, and he found himself mirroring you, albeit a bit stiffly at first.

“See? This isn’t so bad!” you laughed, twirling away from him before spinning back, your hair flying around you like a halo. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your infectious joy, and slowly, he began to relax.

He suddenly understood that it wasn't the lively party that captivated him, but rather the moments spent with you. As he enveloped you in his embrace, you felt warmth spread through you, your heart racing as you gazed up at him, eyes sparkling with surprise. "I just want to make it clear that you're not single anymore," he teased, a playful grin on his face, causing your cheeks to heat up. Despite the fact that it was your suggestion and he had his doubts, it was you who found yourself blushing in the midst of it all.

"Are you sure about that?" you managed to tease back, your voice barely above a whisper, but the playful challenge in your tone was unmistakable. You wanted to see how he would respond, to gauge the depth of his feelings, and to revel in the thrill of this new chapter unfolding before you.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin, and you could feel the tension building, a delicious anticipation hanging in the air. "Absolutely," he replied, his voice low and confident, sending shivers down your spine. "I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life."

Jimin

"Did you really need to mention that your boyfriend hits the gym weekly? I don’t quite match that image, you know!" Jimin grumbled, his brow furrowing in frustration. He had willingly taken on the role of your boyfriend, but the pressure of living up to an ideal was starting to weigh on him. The thought of your parents scrutinizing him, comparing him to their expectations, made him feel like he was under a spotlight.

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress a smile at his dramatic tone. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't have your exact description in mind when I was making up the guy so they'd stop asking invasive questions." you shot back, your voice laced with playful sarcasm. "Now, at least try to act like you like me until we both can leave,."

As you approached your parents' house, the familiar sight of the white picket fence and blooming flower beds brought a mix of nostalgia and anxiety. You could feel the tension in the air, thick enough to cut with a knife. Jimin walked beside you, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his shoulders slightly hunched as if bracing for impact.

"Look, I know my parents can be a bit much," you continued, trying to lighten the mood. "But they mean well. They just want to know who I’m dating, so just be yourself." You shot him a teasing glance, trying to gauge his reaction.

He assured you with a confident smile, "I’ll win them over," just before stepping into your family home. A flutter of nerves danced in your stomach, but Jimin effortlessly transformed into the perfect boyfriend. He greeted your parents with warmth and grace, skillfully navigating their inquiries about him and your relationship, which he painted as a beautiful love story.

As the evening unfolded, you watched in awe as he charmed your family with his genuine laughter and easygoing demeanor. He listened intently to your father’s stories, nodding and responding with thoughtful questions that made your dad beam with pride. Your mother, initially skeptical, found herself drawn in by Jimin’s sincerity and the way he spoke about you with such admiration.

Throughout the evening, he showered you with attention, pulling out your chair with a flourish, holding your hand tenderly as if it were the most precious thing in the world, and gently tucking your hair behind your ear as you spoke, making you feel cherished and adored.

As dinner progressed, he engaged in light-hearted banter with your siblings, making them laugh with his playful jokes and infectious energy. You could see the walls of formality crumbling, replaced by a sense of warmth and camaraderie. Jimin’s ability to connect with everyone in the room was nothing short of magical.

When dessert arrived, he leaned closer, whispering sweet nothings that made your heart race. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, a comforting presence that made the world outside fade away. As your parents exchanged glances, you could tell they were beginning to see what you saw in him—a kind soul with a heart full of love.

As the evening drew to a close, Jimin stood up to help clear the table, his willingness to pitch in further endearing him to your family. You caught your mother’s approving nod and your father’s satisfied smile, and a wave of relief washed over you. Maybe, just maybe, Jimin had been right all along.

As you walked him to the door, he turned to you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “See? I told you I’d win them over,” he said. That night, he had captivated not only your parents but also your heart. As you strolled down the street, hand in hand, the warmth of his grip felt electric, even after leaving your parents' house. Jimin's playful smirk danced across his face, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Looks like I've charmed you as well," he teased, causing a delightful blush to spread across your cheeks. "I guess I make a pretty great boyfriend, don't I?"

Taehyung

"I'm auditioning next month for the love interest in a new drama they're making, but I've never been in a relationship before… Can you tell me what it's like? or actually, show me, it'll be easier."

A week ago, you approached Taehyung with the idea of pretending to date, and since then, he has been unveiling the sweet intricacies of a relationship that you never anticipated. What started as a lighthearted proposal has blossomed into something far more enchanting. From the very first playful text he sent, filled with emojis and inside jokes, you felt a spark that ignited a sense of excitement within you.

As the days passed, those texts evolved into late-night calls that stretched into the early hours, where laughter echoed through the phone and secrets were shared like precious treasures. Each conversation revealed layers of his personality that you hadn’t fully appreciated before—his wit, his kindness, and the way he effortlessly made you feel at ease.

Every moment spent together has transformed into a charming adventure, filled with delightful dates that seem to be pulled straight from a romantic movie. Whether it’s wandering through a local market, sharing ice cream on a sunny afternoon, or cozying up in a café with steaming cups of coffee, each outing is infused with a sense of joy and spontaneity.

You find yourselves exploring new places, trying out quirky activities, and creating memories that feel genuine, despite the pretense. The way he looks at you, with a mix of mischief and sincerity, makes your heart flutter. You can’t help but notice the little things—how he remembers your favorite snacks, the way he playfully nudges you when you laugh too loudly, and the warmth of his presence that makes even the simplest moments feel special.

As the week unfolds, you begin to wonder if this charade is becoming something more than just a practice for auditions. The lines between pretend and reality blur, and you find yourself cherishing the time spent together, eagerly anticipating the next adventure. With each passing day, the sweet intricacies of this faux relationship weave themselves into the fabric of your life, leaving you both enchanted and slightly bewildered by the depth of connection that has formed.

It was you who first mentioned the idea of kissing, playfully suggesting that you needed some practice before the audition, yet deep down, your heart yearned for the taste of his lips. The words had slipped out in a lighthearted tone, but the truth was that the thought of kissing Taehyung had been dancing in your mind for far too long. After all this time, how could you resist? The chemistry between you was undeniable, a magnetic pull that seemed to draw you together with an intensity that left you breathless.

Taehyung didn’t hesitate; he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. The moment felt electric, as if the world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you suspended in time. What began as a gentle peck quickly transformed into something deeper, a passionate exchange that ignited a fire between you. His lips were soft and warm, and as they moved against yours, you felt a rush of emotions flooding through you—excitement, longing, and a sense of belonging that you had never experienced before.

With every lingering moment, the kiss deepened, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body, pulling you closer. Your hands found their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as you leaned into him, craving more. Taehyung responded in kind, his hands resting on your waist, drawing you nearer as if he wanted to erase any distance that had ever existed between you.

The kiss was a dance, a rhythm that felt both familiar and exhilaratingly new. You could taste the sweetness of his breath, mingling with the warmth of his skin, and it sent shivers down your spine. It was as if every moment leading up to this had been a prelude, building anticipation until it finally erupted into this beautiful, chaotic symphony of emotions.

As you pulled away, breathless and wide-eyed, you searched his gaze for answers. The playful banter had transformed into something profound, and you could see the reflection of your own feelings mirrored in his eyes. There was a spark there, a shared understanding that this was just the beginning of something extraordinary. The audition, the practice, the teasing—it all faded into the background as you realized that what you had just shared was far more significant than any performance could ever be.

"You better not kiss them like that on set," Taehyung teased.

Jungkook

You and Jungkook were the perpetual targets of playful jabs, the youngest in your circle and the only ones who haven't been I a serious relationship. While Jungkook brushed off the teasing with a carefree smile, you felt the weight of it growing heavier. In a moment of inspiration, you proposed a daring plan. "What if we pretend to be a couple? They won’t have anything to tease us about! We already hang out just the two of us all the time, so it won’t even raise eyebrows!" Your heart raced as you tried to persuade him, hoping he would see the brilliance in your idea.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "You really think that will work?" he asked, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. You could see the gears turning in his mind, weighing the pros and cons of your audacious suggestion.

"Absolutely!" you insisted, your enthusiasm bubbling over. "Think about it! We could go on ‘dates’—like grabbing coffee or going to the arcade. It would be fun! Plus, it would give us a chance to mess with our friends a little. Imagine their faces when they realize we’ve been ‘dating’ this whole time!"

He chuckled, the sound warm and inviting. "What if one of us ends up catching feelings?" he teased, a playful smirk dancing on his lips, clearly suggesting that you might be the one to fall for him.

"That’s not going to happen, you idiot," you shot back, nudging him playfully. "Let’s just give it a shot!"

Jungkook leaned back, contemplating your proposal. You could see the wheels turning in his head, and you held your breath, hoping he would agree. After a moment, he finally nodded, a grin spreading across his face. "Alright, let’s do it. But if we’re going to pull this off, we need to be convincing."

Your heart soared at his acceptance, and you felt a rush of excitement. "Yes! We’ll be the best fake couple ever!"

Now, whenever you and Jungkook were hanging out with your friends, the two of you were heavy on the affection for each other. He always found a way to touch you, whether it was a gentle hand resting on your back, or your fingers intertwined, when seated beside each other, his arm draped over your shoulder. The way he leaned in closer, sharing whispers and laughter, created a world that felt exclusive to just the two of you, even amidst the lively chatter of your friends. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, a magnetic pull that drew you closer. His laughter was infectious, and the way his eyes sparkled when he looked at you made your heart flutter. Without uttering a word, you both radiated a love that your friends could sense, making it clear that you were more than just friends.

As the days passed, a tender warmth began to fill the spaces between your moments apart from friends. It was a subtle shift, like the first hints of spring after a long winter, where every shared glance and fleeting touch seemed to carry a weight of unspoken understanding. Whenever you ventured out or shared an experience, Jungkook's hand found yours, a gentle reminder of the bond you were forming. His fingers intertwined with yours felt like a promise, a silent agreement that you were in this together, navigating the delicate dance of friendship and something more.

Those cozy movie and game nights, wrapped in each other's embrace, felt increasingly genuine, as if you were no longer pretending but truly becoming a couple. The laughter that echoed through the room was laced with a deeper intimacy, each joke and playful banter drawing you closer. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body, the way he would lean in just a little closer during the suspenseful scenes, or how his laughter would bubble up, brightening the dim light of the room. It was in those moments that you realized how much you cherished his presence, how every shared smile and lingering gaze was a thread weaving your lives together.

Yet, despite the undeniable connection, both of you hesitated to voice the feelings blossoming in your hearts. It was as if the words were trapped in a delicate web of uncertainty, each of you afraid to disrupt the fragile balance you had created. You would catch Jungkook's eye, and for a heartbeat, the world around you would fade away, leaving just the two of you suspended in a moment that felt both exhilarating and terrifying. The air was thick with unspoken words, and the silence between you was charged with possibility.

Jungkook lounged on the couch, engrossed in a video game, the bright colors of the screen reflecting in his eyes. His fingers danced over the controller with practiced ease, a testament to countless hours spent honing his skills. You lay beside him, your head resting comfortably in his lap, the warmth of his body radiating against you. The rhythmic sound of the game filled the room, but your attention was divided. You absentmindedly scrolled through your phone, flicking through social media feeds and messages, but the urge to engage with him became overwhelming.

"Damn it." With a frustrated sigh, you powered off your device, the screen fading to black as you set it aside. You turned your head to meet his gaze, only to find him smirking knowingly as if he could read your thoughts. His dark hair fell slightly over his forehead, and the playful glint in his eyes made your heart skip a beat.

"Just admit that you love me," he teased, his playful grin igniting a flutter in your chest that you couldn't ignore. The way he said it, so casually yet with an underlying sincerity, made your cheeks heat up. You could feel the weight of his gaze, a mix of challenge and affection, and it sent your mind racing.

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat. Instead, you felt a smile tugging at the corners of your lips, betraying your attempt to play it cool. Jungkook chuckled softly, clearly enjoying your flustered reaction.

"Come on," he urged, leaning down slightly, his face just inches from yours. "You know you want to say it."

You rolled your eyes, trying to maintain a facade of indifference, but the warmth of his presence was intoxicating. "Maybe I do," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, the teasing tone in your words not quite masking the truth behind them.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Maybe? That's not a very convincing answer."

You sighed dramatically, knowing you were losing this playful battle. "Fine! I love you, okay?" The words tumbled out, and you felt a rush of vulnerability as you said them.

Jungkook's smirk widened into a full-blown smile, and he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?" You couldn't help but laugh, the sound light and airy, as you nestled deeper into his lap.

SEOKJIN

The excitement he had in the beginning quickly faded away into nervousness once he was actually doing it.

"Okay...so...do I just—"

"Yes Jin. For the last time, I promise it doesn't hurt when taking them off. Just use the cotton ball I gave you, put some coconut oil on it, and wipe it on my upper and lower lashes."

'Oil? What if she get some in her eyes? Is she sure about a cotton ball? Won't a q-tip work better?' Despite being confused and having many questions, he carefully follows your instructions.

Ten minutes pass of him slowly dabbing at the glue that's on your real lashes to ensure everything will come off.

Even though you're touched at how careful he's being, your fatigue causes you to become impatient, lips pursed to prevent yourself from cursing him out.

Right as he's done with the first eye, you step back with a bright smile. "Alright! I can take it from here babe."

Jin looks at you in confusion, though internally happy with no longer having to do the next one. "But I didn't get to the second o—"

"Don't worry about it! You did so well I realized how bad I usually do it myself. So Imma start practicing," spewing out the first bullshit that came to mind, you push him out the bathroom door.

Jin could only blink, raised hands still holding the cotton ball and removed eyelash. "O-okay. Let me know if you need help with—"

"Won't be necessary. See you in a little bit!" Before he could get another word out, you shut the door in his face.

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TAEHYUNG

"Okay Tae, all you gotta do is put some oil on the cotton ball, rub it on the lashes, and viola~ them bad boys coming off."

Taehyung could only narrow his eyes at the instructions. "Why can't you just take them off? I saw you do it before."

You scratch the side of your with a sheepish grin. "I did do that huh? Okay, let's just pull 'em of—"

"Aight, bet." Just as he finish those words, he reaches up and rip them off.

Mouth gaped open in shock, your mind tries to process what just happened. It wasn't until Taehyung's poking broke you out of it.

"Motherfucker! You almost pulled out my real ones!" You exclaim while rubbing your eyes.

He visibly deflates at the realization at what he'd done. "Sorry, I was too excited."

Seeing how genuine he was, you decide to forgive him.

"You know," as he continues to pout, you discreetly pick up the eyelash glue and another pair of lashes, "I can put some on you if ya want~"

Perking up at the sight of the materials, Taehyung's excitement appears. "Really?! Can you get me some bigger ones while you're at it?"

"Alright, but you have to hold still if you want me to do them right."

He scrambles to the toilet seat and sit down with no hesitation. After minuets of constant scolding to get him to stop squirming, you're finished putting them on.

"All done!" With a clap of your hands, you step back to take in the final result.

'Damn! He pretty as fuck!' You almost couldn't believe how good he looked with them on, a twinge of jealously shooting through your mind at how natural it seemed.

"Soooooo...how do I look?"

Shaking your head to get rid of the jealous thoughts, you look at him with giddy smile of your own, pulling him up to the mirror. "Why don't you come see for yourself?"

A low gasp of awe escapes the vocalist as he studies the long lashes on his face. "This. Is. So. COOL!"

Bouncing on his feet in excitement, he runs out of the bathroom with a big smile.

"Wai-where are you going?!"

"Oh nothing..." He pokes his head back into the bathroom with a mischievous grin. "Just finna go fuck with Yoongi and give him some butterfly kisses."

"See that's why you keep getting your ass beat! You know he hates it when you mess with him."

"Nah, he ain't gonna do shit. Besides, I'm too cute to get hit" With an air kiss and a flutter of his lashes, he runs out of the room once more, "toodles~ be back in an hour."

"This dumbass right here!"

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NAMJOON

"Um ____?"

"Yes Joon?" Back facing him as you collect your cleaning materials, you're unable to see his fidgeting.

"Are you sure you want me to do this?"

You let out a small laugh and turn towards him with a smile. "Of course! Now come here so you can help."

With small timid steps, he's finally in front of you.

"Now," you lift up the bottle of coconut oil and a cotton ball, "all you need to do is put some of this oil on the ball and wipe it like this."

Carefully wiping some of the oil on your upper and lower lashes, you wait a moment and simply pull the lash extension off. "And tada~ As easy as pie. I took the liberty of doing one for demonstration. You think you can do it?"

Seeing how simple the action was, Namjoon gives a dimpled smile. "Sure, of course."

"And to lessen the pressure, I'll have my eyes closed." Following through with your words, you close them. "Ready when you are..."

Namjoon's nerves gets the best of him once more and causes his mind to blank out for a moment before shaking his head.

'Alright Joon, its a simple task. Just dab the eye and take them off. What's so hard about that?'

Shakily picking up a clean cotton ball, he rubs it on your lashes.

'Rub the cotton ball on the eye? Check...Now to just take it off.'

Your brows slightly furrow when he rubs your eye with the soft material. The usual feeling of the oil weighing on your eyes was absent. 'Damn...this feeling kinda dry'

"Hey Joon?"

He subconsciously lets out a hum as he continue to focus on taking your lashes off. 'Just take it off like a bandaid. Aaaaaand...'

"Did you remember to add oil to the cotton ball?"

'NOW!'

"FUCK!"

Namjoon rapidly blinks at the sound of your scream as he breaks out of his trance. "Huh?"

"Joon!" Your pained cries fill the bathroom as you hold your eye in pain. "What the hell did you do?!"

Looking down at his hand, he sees that he succeeded in taking off the lashes. Only to do a double take when seeing a smaller set with small white hair follicles attracted to the bottom. "Oh..."

....he ripped off your real eyelashes

"GODDAMITNAMJOON! YOU HAD ONE JOB!"

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JUNGKOOK

"C'mon ____, you taking too long! Hurry up!"

You roll your eyes at Jungkook's constant pestering. "Kook calm down! Just let me oil the lashes up first."

It was Jungkook's turn to roll his eyes. "You doing too much. If you just don't rip them off!"

"Rip them off?! Do it look like I wanna be bald in the eyes?"

He smacks his lips at your words. "I've seen people do it plenty of times. Just a lil pull and they off."

"Do I look like other people? If everybody else jumping off a bridge, you gonna do it too?"

"But ____!" Jungkook lets out a whine, stepping closer to you with a pout as he eyes the lashes.

Picking up on what he was going to do, you immediately back away with thrown up hands. "Back the fuck up Kook! I know what you trying to do. You rip off my lashes and imma beat yo ass."

He steps back with a sigh. "Fine."

"That's what I thought." You turn back around and grab the cotton ball and coconut oil, ready to start the process.

As you pour the oil on the ball, you fail to notice Jungkook sneaking up beside you.

"Hey ____?"

"What?"

After a moment of silence, you look at him with furrowed brows, mouth pull into a sneer of irritation. "Dude I just said what! Stop playing arou—"

"YEET!"

Quicker than you could react, Jungkook grabs both of your lashes and yank them off.

"WHAT THE FUCK KOOK!?"

He cackles at your angered expression, holding the fake lashes in his hands as if they were a trophy. "Told you they'll come off~"

You swiftly look in the mirror only to silently release a sigh of relief when seeing that your real lashes are still intact.

"You better be lucky I ain't missing nothing! Cause if I was, I'm cutting your shit off too...that and your eyebrows. Gone end up looking like Voldemort in this bitch!"

"Yeah yeah," he brushes off your warning with a flip of the wrist, "let me know when you need some more help 'kay?"

“You sound so good when you moan, won’t you do it for me?” You play with him, his achingly hard length slipping in between your soaking wet folds. His hips proceeded to buck up against yours every time his length almost slipped inside you. But every time he got close, you pushed him back down and Taehyung would try to escape from beneath you. He knew he couldn't, you knew he couldn't. Not with you holding him down. You were in control. But he so desperately wanted to hold you down and fuck you until he finally had his fill of you. 

“Please, let me cum…” Taehyung moaned out, eyes falling shut in frustration, he couldn't stop himself from trying to writhe around and touch your body. You felt too good on top of him, he just needed to be inside you, just for a little while and then he could finish like you so clearly wanted him to. You got off on this just as much as he did.

“I can’t take anymore…” He trailed off, pulling on his hands restrained to the bedpost by a glowing golden lace.

“You need to finish that badly, Taehyungie?” You tilt your head as you gaze down at him. You loved the effect you had on him, specifically him. Well, only him in reality. You hadn’t been with anyone else. Although of course going to men and sleeping with them in the night to feed off their life force is technically your sole purpose as a succubus, you just weren’t experienced yet. Not like the others. Taehyung was your first, and only after these first few months. You had learned what you were made for growing up, but a lot of what you performed on him in his sleep came naturally. You couldn’t tell if it was because of who you were by nature or if it was because of who you were with him.

The thought sends shivers down your spine every time you think of it - succubi are meant to steal through sexual means, sustain themselves and be the greediest, lustiest creature you could think of… Not sentimental and caring. Considerate. Loving. In love. In love?

You shake the thoughts from your mind, taking Taehyung inside you without a second thought. His arms yank at his restraints, desperate to touch you now more than ever. He groans and bucks his hips into you hard, desperate to fill you up to the brim. You watch his muscles flex, his body full of sweat. You bite your lip at the sight, all of this over you? You’re absolutely flattered. Not to mention, he fills you up so deliciously, nothing excites you quite like him inside you. You’re loving this just as much as he is. You feel complete.

“I want to make you feel good.” You murmur out, moving yourself up and down his length. You’ve tortured him since the first minute he fell asleep last night, and now it's nearly morning. You don’t want him to lose sleep over you, you want him well, but you can’t resist him when he’s practically begging you to come to him in the night. He keeps the door open, slightly ajar, he falls asleep whispering your name and he makes sure to keep his room completely dark for you to creep into. He knows you will come to him in these ways, and so how could you ever resist?

Still, you find yourself worrying. Why’re you worrying? He’s just your plaything…

Isn’t that all?

“Baby, please”, Taehyung moans, his wrists becoming red as he strains, he’s so desperate to be free, to put his hands on you. And at the sight of his pain, you instinctively released him from his binds.

Immediately his hands are all over you, your waist, your breasts, your hips, your legs. He’s on you all at once, and he can’t get enough. You’ve never let him have so much freedom before, always making him bend to your will, but at the sight of him in pain, you succumb and set him free.

He’s touching you softly where you need it and gripping you exactly where you desire it. Taehyung feels like he’s made for you. You moan as he touches you, the thought of him being solely for you makes your face soften with content, and your core clench around him.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, I’m not gonna last much longer,” he strains. Taehyung is absolutely drenched in sweat, you’re squeezing him so perfectly and riding his length. Bouncing on top of him as he watches you in awe above him, he can do nothing but take it and hold you so close. You’ve never felt so wanted, so adored and so loved. Surely, he must love you. Surely. The thought of being so wrapped up in your lover's embrace, you stutter in your stride as you think about him: his love, his presence, his companionship. It’s sending you over the edge as you watch his face contort in pleasure.

“Tae, I’m cumming,” You manage to let out before the giant, white wave crashes over you. You squeeze around him deliciously, moaning his name and your mouth falls open. He comes undone at the glorious sight of you before him.

“Shit, shit- I’m cumming too,”. He holds you close, his arms locked around you and releases himself inside you. Taeyhung buries his face in between your breasts, gasping for air, his arms forbidding you from moving. You can feel him start to get soft inside you, and you find it strangely intimate. You find yourself letting your fingers delve through his hair, telling him he’s done such a good job for you. That he’s so handsome, he made you feel so good…

You let them glide down to the back of his neck, his back, his shoulders and up to his face. He looks up at you, beyond blissed out and exhausted, yet you still find him absolutely irresistible.

“Don’t leave yet, sleep with me and stay-”

“I love you.”

A silence follows.

You nearly gasp at your realization.

A succubus can’t love!

You’re made for lust and lust alone. This is how you survive, this is imbedded in your nature. This is how you were raised. You were taught that your first prey should be devoured, not played with! And most certainly not fallen in love with. Were succubi even capable of love?

What is wrong with you?

Taehyung isn’t phased in the slightest however, instead a small smile appearing on his lips.

“Well, I love you too,” His hands travel to your chin to cup your face and kiss you but you can’t.

You can’t, or he’s lost forever.

His soul, his life force, gone with one kiss from you. Despite it being the feeling you desire the most.

You push him backwards, stepping off him and off his bed. He’s left naked, grasping for you as you slip further away from him into the dark corners of his room.

“Wait- don’t go, please!-”

“I need to, Taehyung” You look up at him with tears, taking one last look before you disappear. For good. You know this is wrong, nothing pains you more than to leave him, but the last thing you wish to do is cause further pain, and you’re scared. So scared of what you are capable of feeling for him.

The wet drops fall down your face as you hope one day he will understand. He has to, right?

“No-, Y/N, don’t leave me here, please! You always stay, we can fix this! I promise, baby.” Taehyung pleads, coming towards you slowly with a hand outstretched so he can try to convince you. His eyes soften and fill with tears, searching yours for any kind of indication of weakness in your stance.

“I’m so sorry, my love.” You cry out,

And then you disappear into the night’s shadows.

Taehyung is left alone in the morning, tears streaking down his cheeks and aching for your presence once more.

“Don’t go, please. I’m in love with you.”

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