#btsghostiemarathon

Who would have known the day would have ended like this? You are currently sandwiched in between your two friends on a single queen-sized hotel bed. Well, it was more like Taehyung was wrapped around you like a burrito, his habit of needing to hold someone kicked in soon after you got settled in bed.

Being hugged to death in your attractive friend’s sleep was only one of your problems. The other was Park Jimin. Really, he was doing nothing wrong, but he rolled over in his sleep and is now facing you and is oh so close, too close. Tiny breaths slip out of his parted lips and brush against your face. You feel like you are going to self-combust.

Dirty thoughts race through your mind and you hate that you’re thinking of your two peacefully sleeping friends in such a manner. The urge to literally slap some sense into yourself is very compelling right now. However, it is an impossible feat due to Taehyung’s strong arms pinning your own down. This brings a new wave of nasty thoughts where Taehyung holds you much like this but with intent as Jimin does things to your front.

Turning your head to the side, you scream mentally into your pillow. Curse the storm outside canceling your flight and all the other hotel rooms being booked. Seriously though, you got lucky with this room and just very unlucky at rock, paper, scissors, hence why you are in the middle of the bed.

“What’s wrong?” a voice laden with sleep, deep and husky, asks.

Startled, you jump slightly, or as much as you can in Taehyung’s hold, and turn your face away from the pillow to see Jimin staring at you with half lidded eyes. You gulp and your mouth feels dry all of a sudden. A groan rumbles behind you and the arms around you tighten to pull your back firmly into Taehyung’s chest.

“Can’t sleep,” you whisper quietly.

“Is Tae’s cuddles bothering you?”

Yes, they were, but probably not in the way Jimin was thinking.

“No, he’s fine. I think I’m just not used to sleeping with anyone like this or cuddles in general.”

Jimin pouts, “you don’t like cuddles?”

You shrug the best you can in your position. “Just never had a cuddling situation present itself, I guess. Like maybe a couple of times but it was just like someone resting their head on my shoulder…or Yeontan.”

Jimin’s pout deepens at your lackluster cuddle life, how could he and Taehyung as your friend not give you every cuddling opportunity possible? They are the cuddling kings. Grinning sleepily, he plans to remedy that.

Your heart pounds at how precious he looks and you just want to melt.

“Can I present you with a cuddle?” he chuckles, “make that a cuddle sandwich?”

You thought that was what this was already, but apparently not. “Sure,” you whisper against your better judgement. You really must be touch starved.

Jimin scoots closer and gently places an arm around your waist. His head comes to rest against your chest and he nuzzles into it. You tilt your head back slightly, careful not the headbutt Taehyung, and mouth ‘oh my god’ in your shock. Everyone’s legs are now in a messy entanglement and you are thoroughly cuddled. Your heart is beathing rapidly and you’re somewhat surprised it isn’t startling your two friends awake. After a few deep breaths you find the stress from the day, the comfort of the mattress, and the warmth of your two friends lulling you to sleep.

It was actually a really comforting sleep, one you haven’t had in a long time. You wake up feeling surprisingly refreshed when the morning call rang, but the realization that your two friends both had a case of the mooring wood throws you back in a state of turmoil. Your friends don’t take kindly to the alarm, Taehyung slams his hands down on it and then resumes cuddling you.

“Guys!” You wiggle, trying to get free. “We have to get up.”

Jimin’s groan in muffled with how far his face is pressed into your cleavage, “too comfy.”

“Five more minutes,” Taehyung wines into your ear with a voice somehow deeper and more luring than it normally is.

The rest of the game went on and there was a weird tension between you and Yoongi. Neither of you had done anything further than maybe kisses on the cheeks or hugs, considering you two already did that before you started to fake date. But neither of you said a word to each other the remainder of the game, not even when the party was over and you both were sitting in silence in the car as Yoongi drove you home.

When he pulled up to your apartment complex, you didn’t make any move to leave the car. You simply stared down on your lap, fiddling with your fingers. You could tell Yoongi wasn’t looking at you, you know what his staring felt like. But you couldn’t tell if you were hurt or relieved by it. 

“So. . .” You said.

“So. . .” Yoongi repeated. “Do you. . . want to talk about it?”

“Do you?” You finally turned to look at him; he was still facing forward, staring out the windshield.

He inhaled deeply, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. “I-I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

You could feel your heart begin to break at his sentence. “Do what? Do you want to stop. . . this or do you want to stop being friends?” 

“No, no, definitely not that.” He clarified as he finally turned to look at you. “I know we didn’t exactly talk much about what to do if either of us caught feelings-”

“What?”

“Before you say anything, please, just-just here me out-”

Your mind couldn’t even catch up with your body because before you knew it, you surged forward. Your arms wrapped your arms around his neck as your lips pressed against his. Yoongi was frozen in shock for a moment, before his lips began to move in tandem with yours. You could kiss Yoongi for forever, but your lungs burning in your chest were a reminder that you needed air. 

You pulled away slowly, reality hitting you like a truck. You just kissed your best friend, and not on a dare but an actual kiss. That you both wanted. The air was thick with silence as you both came to terms with what just happened again. His breath fanning across your lips brought you back to Earth, meeting his eyes. 

You look away from your textbook for a moment just so you could take a glance at Jungkook who’s currently walking himself out of the cafe and once you’re sure that he’s out of sight, you squeezed your eyes shut as you let your head fall on top of your textbook, groaning to yourself.

You hate Jeon Jungkook.

It was during the first day of the semester when you first met Jungkook. The whole class went silent as he entered the room, meekly apologizing for being late but you were too busy writing down your notes to take a look at who it was.

“Do you mind if i sit here?” you looked up from your notes and you could now understand why the room fell silent.

Jungkook is fairly attractive and you won’t deny that you’ve been swooned by those good looks of his as you immediately nodded your head, allowing him to take the seat next to yours but looking back now, you wished you didn’t say yes if you only knew how troublesome he was going to be.

As the semester went on, you’ve come to learn to look past his looks and make him out to be the annoying seatmate that constantly chats you up in between lectures and an airhead that kicks your chair to beg you for answers during exams.

You hate Jeon Jungkook.

Sighing, you leaned back on your chair as you thought of how stupid and pointless it is to repeat those words in your head because for all you know, Jungkook is the one responsible for putting those unwanted butterflies on your stomach you've been getting for a while now.

“Miss me?”

“No”, you firmly said.

“I got you this” Jungkook placed down a plate of cinnamon swirl right beside your textbook but you just pushed it back across him as you tried to act uninterested.

“Thanks but I already ate”

“Iced Americano isn’t a meal”

You eyed him suspiciously, “Don’t act like you actually care for me.”

“And if i do?”

You blinked at him as you try to decipher if he’s just shitting with you or if he does actually care about you but this is Jungkook you’re talking about, so it has to be the former, right?

“I know you’re just sucking up to me because the finals are next week” you stated as a matter of fact.

“I’ve been studying” Jungkook defended himself.

“What do you know about studying, Jungkook?”

“Ooh that’s harsh”, Jungkook clutched his shirt right above his chest where his heart resides as he feigned a pain expression, “Why do you think I always come here in this cafe?”

Well, that’s one thing you’re curious to know because ever since Jungkook coincidentally spotted you here and invited himself over your table three months ago, you know you’re done for. Specially, when he made it a habit to come here often and eventually made himself as your study partner that you did not ask for.

“I don’t know? So you could possibly annoy me even more?”

“You make studying more bearable.”

You snorted at his cheesy reply, “Yeah, it’s thanks to my notes, right?”

For a smart girl like you, Jungkook thinks you’re quite dense when it comes to things like this or were you just purposefully trying to reject his advances? It’s not like he could blame you, he’s totally aware that he incorporated a bad impression on you.

“Look, why don’t you try to eat just a little bit? I’m not trying to insult you or anything but you seem tired”, Jungkook said with pure concern written on his face.

“Fine then, if it’ll get you to shut up”, you cut yourself a big piece as you shoved it into your mouth until you were able to catch on the last part of his sentence, growing conscious all of a sudden, “I haven’t slept in 3 days. Is it that obvious?”, you whispered as you observed your appearance from your front camera.

“Well, that explains why you’re grumpier than usual”

You don’t look too menacing when you’re glaring at him with your cheeks full, making Jungkook smile at how silly and adorable you look but he was quick to purse his lips as he went on to do a motion of zipping his mouth, choosing to play it safe with you.

With Jungkook silent, you were able to read your textbook in peace but you find yourself glancing at Jungkook from time to time and you’ve never seen him this serious about his studies until now. Jungkook had his brows furrowed in concentration as he reads your photocopied notes whilst having the end of his pen stuck in between his teeth to chew.

You were unaware that Jungkook caught you looking at him until a sly smile appeared on his face, prompting you to look away as you shove another piece of cinnamon into your mouth to mask your embarrassment.

“I’ve been meaning to ask but what do these colors mean?” Jungkook referred to your color-coded notes.

“Why’d you ask? You don’t seem to be bothered by it before” you said with your mouth full as you try not to make eye contact with him.

“I told you, I’ve been studying”, Jungkook said, “But i mainly just want to know more about you.”

You choked on your cinnamon as soon as you heard those words and you think you’ll be dead in no time if Jungkook persists to act like this towards you. Nonetheless, you kept your composure as you took a sip of your Iced Americano before explaining to him what every color in your notes signifies.

“Red can be easily spotted among the other colors so i used it for terminologies since they’re very important, Blue is for the key words, Yellow is for the classification, and Green is for enumerations. Now, can you go back to being quiet?”

Jungkook momentarily kept his eyes on you with a smile on his face before he went back to read and you’re just grateful he never mentioned the part where he caught you looking at him. Instead, he did as told to remain silent but it was not for long until he called your attention once more.

“I have a question”

“I’m sure you could just search it up on the internet” you dismissed him as you’re too busy highlighting down your notes.

“No, you’re the only one who has the answer to this”

“I told you-”, you were cut off when Jungkook suddenly grabbed your hand to have you draw a red colored crooked line down his palm, “Why did you do that?”

“Am I important now for you to listen?” Jungkook raised his brows as he waited for you to speak.

You sigh at his wit, “What is it?”

Jungkook’s hand flew right back to his nape as he fidgeted with his hair whilst he tried to look elsewhere but you. From his actions alone, you could tell that he was acting nervous and shy though you’d like to know why his cheeks are getting redder by the second.

“I like you”, Jungkook blurted out, catching you off guard at his sudden confession, more so when he removed the red marker from your hand so he could replace it instead with his hand.

You could feel your heart hammering so loud and you were scared that Jungkook might be able to notice your quickening pulse through your wrist thus you tried to shake his hand away from yours but that just prompted him to squeeze your hand tighter.

“T-That’s not a question”, you stammered.

“Then will you go out with me?”

You roll your eyes as you try to bite back a smile, “Shut up.”

Your finger pauses mid sentence on the line you’re reading. You’ve practiced feigning nonchalance for this moment, but nothing could have prepared you for that.

“Oh. You were serious about that?”

Was that convincing? Does he hear the way your voice wavers? Can he hear your already shattered heart crushing itself into fine powder?

He doesn’t notice, of course. Too caught up in his head to notice you these days.

“I’m thinking about proposing to her soon.”

It takes all the perfectly practiced poise instilled into your very bones not to lift your head up from where you sit and scream. Maybe you should finally thank your mother for forcing you to take all those etiquette classes. It’s thanks to them that your voice comes out evenly when you congratulate him.

“I’m surprised you didn’t drop to your knees the second you found her.”

He chokes at your statement. It's at this time you drop your teachings and laugh unabashedly at him. After all, what’s a best friend for if not to laugh at each other? He glares at you while he massages his chest, coughing until his airways clear up.

"I wanted to, you know, but I wanted to get to know her better before I did. Marriage is a big deal, after all."

Don’t you know it.

You cast a glance at Namjoon, watch the way he can't seem to keep his eyes off the ring in his hands. Once upon a time, before this woman appeared out of thin air and swept your best friend off his feet, you were promised to him. It was never officially declared, but it was always implied. Heavily implied. Even by him. For as long as you’ve known him, he’d never expressed romantic interest in other people.

"They just don't captivate me. Everyone’s in it for the wealth. None of them have ever tried to get to know me for me," he'd told you once. 

Then in she came like a whirlwind and pulled him away from your side—a place where he’s always been. You don't know if it's better this way. For him to fall in love with someone you don't know. 

“So this is love, huh?” he murmurs with a lovesick look in his eyes. “Who knew it could feel so amazing?”

After putting the ring back in the safety of its box, he sets it down and searches for your hand hidden underneath the book you’re reading. The press of his fingertips sends jolts straight to your heart and you can do nothing but watch with bated breath when he takes your hand in his.

“I can't wait for you to feel this too. Loving someone like this."

It’s like a punch in the gut and you pray a single blink will absorb the wetness that fills your eyes. He’s so close to you. He’s sitting right there and yet he’s never been farther away.

“What’s it feel like?”

“Like a miracle. I feel like I can fly. Like I have the keys to heaven.” 

He’s glowing. For every word that comes out of his mouth, spinning poetry about his love for her, he glows. Was he ever this radiant when he talked about you? Did you ever stand a chance?

“That sounds wonderful, Joon. I’m really happy she makes you feel that way.”

“Do you think she feels the same?”

Ah, the other duties of a best friend. Reassurance. Encouragement. You can do this. It doesn’t take much to smile for him. You know she’s as smitten with him as he is with her. If you’re to be beaten out of the race, at least you know it’s by a worthy opponent.

“She does. Trust me.”

He lets out a sigh of relief and picks up the ring box again.

"Thank you, princess. For everything you've done for me. I don't think I'd have found her if not for you."

It shouldn't sting as much as it does. That he no longer addresses you as "my princess." The possessive "my" no longer affiliated with you.

"Don't mention it. You know I'd do anything for you."

"And I, you. Promise me you'll come to me should you ever want for anything. You know I'll make it happen."

You plaster on a smile and simply nod along. How could you tell him that the only thing you've ever wanted was his heart? That you already know what love is. That once upon a time, you, too, knew what it was like to fly, high on love. That now, love tastes bitter on your tongue.

“Of course, Joon. I’m happy for you! You deserve happiness.”

"I was happy even when it was just you and me, princess.”

It’s not fair. The way he can say that so easily, so unaware of how your traitorous heart beats amidst the turmoil warring within you.

"You know what I meant."

You push at his shoulder lightly. An excuse, really. This might be the last time you can touch him so freely. The last time he comes to you as a single man.

“Thanks, princess. I’m so blessed to have you as my best friend. I love you.”

“I love you, too. Now go get your girl.”

He brightens considerably and with a kiss to your knuckles, he dashes out of the library in search of his beloved. Meanwhile, the tears you’ve fought against so determinedly finally fall. You pray that he hasn’t forgotten something and doesn’t come running back in. You wouldn’t have the strength to explain to him how quickly your smile drops, how you wipe your hand against the cloth of your skirt, desperate to erase his touch from your skin.

Tears land scattered on the pages of your book and you know it’ll leave the pages wrinkled and discolored, but you don’t care. For now, you just want some peace and if that means the evidence of your love forever embedded in this book in order for you to feel some release, then so be it.

But you can’t seem to get your hands off him as he leads you into his hotel room, crowding your personal space so eagerly once the door is locked and secured. He beckons you to wrap your legs around his waist while his strong arms hold you close.

A few minutes ago, a sleazy man kept on hitting on you in the bar until Jungkook intervened. Rage swam inside his chocolate eyes as his gaze zeroed in the man’s arm slung around you. You had stared at him, mouth agape at the sight of him. Jungkook grabbed the man’s arm off of you, twisting it painfully until the man begged for forgiveness. You snapped back into reality and were quick to calm him before it escalated further.

After months of not seeing each other, the memories of you two came flooding through your mind like a movie. You had cut him out of your life for the sake of your lives and the people around you since you came from a family of reputable lawyers while he belongs to Seoul’s infamous mafia.

In other words, you both should not even come across each other—knowing how easy it is to spark rumours should you find yourself in each others’ presence. However, like a cruel twist of fate, you and Jungkook gravitate towards each other.

At first, it was an accidental meeting—you were on a case to bring him into prison. Your client claimed that Jungkook’s organisation colluded with another to bring down your client’s business.

You recall the smug look on Jungkook’s face when there wasn’t any evidence as his side claimed it was only a lie. Refusing to admit defeat, you scoured through everything—files, information, people—to find evidence.

But there’s nothing.

Begrudgingly, you concluded that your client was lying, and Jungkook’s organisation had done nothing wrong (at least, in the documents). So you never expect to see him again after the case. But then Jungkook frequented the café near your firm where you like to pick up your coffee.

Reluctant pleasantries turned into long conversations, and long conversations turned into intentional meetings when he offered to help you on a case you were working on a month later. And he has proven himself useful, allowing you to find all necessary evidence.

Long story short, the line between work and personal life blurred, and now here you are in a heated make-out session. Even when you’ve turned him away many times—knowing that this relationship will do no good to anyone—he’d always manage to break down the fort you’ve built around your heart.

You sigh against his lips, arms wrapped around his neck as he strides to his king-sized bed, laying you down gently. He kisses you fervently, hands hiking up your wine-coloured dress to your hips. You pull away for a moment, fumbling with the zipper on the side of your dress before taking it off.

Jungkook groans at the sight of your lace undergarments. His thumb traces circles on the skin of your inner thigh as he murmurs into your ear, “You said you never wanted to see me again.” Then he kisses your neck, stopping to bite gently on your sensitive spot he knows so well. “But here you are, in my turf—” He trails downward, kissing the top of your breasts. “—looking gorgeous as hell, and you expect me to stay away?”

Your breath hitches when he presses his hips against your core, showing you exactly what he’s feeling. “Kiss me?” You stare up at him, hands toying with the collar of his half-opened shirt. “Please?”

And, of course, he’s a weak man when it comes to you. So, he complies, leaning down to capture your lips with his. Your fingers move to unbutton the rest of his black dress shirt, removing it, to admire his chest fully before trailing down to unbuckle his belt.

“Eager aren’t we?” he chuckles, kicking off his pants. You’re about to remove his boxers when he grabs your hand, pinning them above your head with one hand. “Not yet.”

You bite back a whine as he places his knee between your thighs. Meanwhile, his other hand unclasps your bra with practised ease, then trailing up your stomach to cup your breast, flicking a hardened bud. He leans down, catching the other with his mouth and your back to arch instinctively.

“J-Jungkook, please,” you moan, breath growing ragged as he continues his action. “I need you.”

“My woman needs me?” He pulls away, watching you in amusement.

You nod, hips grinding not-so-subtly against his thick thigh wedged between your legs. “I need you. It’s been so long.”

“Okay,” Jungkook breathes out, releasing his hold on you to tug off your bra and panties. “You’re so beautiful, princess. It drives me crazy to think that someone else had seen you like this.” He shakes his head. “I even had to hold myself back from breaking that shithead’s arm for touching you. I just—”

“No,” you cup his face to meet his gaze. “There hasn’t been anyone since you. Even during the past three months.”

Jungkook blinks at your words, lips quivering. “I’ve missed you.”

At the raw emotion that swims inside his eyes, you can no longer ignore the heaviness blooming in your chest, knowing full well that he might not regard you so lovingly after—

You shake your head. “Then make love to me, Jungkook. I’m yours.”

Something snaps within him as soon as those words escape your lips. “Fuck, I’m yours too, Y/N. My heart—it’s yours.” He discards the last of his clothing. “Let me show you how much you mean to me. I’ve been waiting for far too long.”

The night continues as he ensures that you’ve gotten your first high with his mouth. Then Jungkook slides into your weeping entrance, and you both simultaneously groan, relishing on the feeling of each other after so long.

“I missed this,” he sighs into your skin. “Fucking hell, I’ve missed you so much.”

You can only respond by clutching onto him tighter, whimpers spilling out of you. Your nails rake down his defined back as he thrusts into you rhythmically, savouring the feeling of being filled to the brim. Each time your hips meet his, it brings you closer to your high.

“Shit, I’m close,” Jungkook manages to say, moving faster until the impending wave of orgasm washes over you. He groans as you clench tighter around him. Then he finally reaches his high with your name dripping from his lips. The sound of your heavy breathing fills the room for a few moments before Jungkook places a brief kiss on the juncture where your neck meets your shoulder and rolls over to lay on his back.

Silence lapse between you both until he breaks it. “I really missed you, you know. You have no idea how hard it is not to be able to see you every day.” His voice grows quieter as he turns on his side to face you. “And when you said you don’t want to see me anymore, I—” He swallows a lump down his throat. “I just don’t want you to hate me.”

“I… I don’t hate you, Jungkook.” You say softly, reaching out to weave your fingers through his damp hair. “I can never hate you.”

“T-Then why? Why did you stop this—what we have?”

“I had no choice, Kook...”

Jungkook frowns, sensing something is wrong. “Y/N... What happened?”

“I had to see you.” Your lips quiver, eyes turn glassy. “I need to see you.”

“Hey, I’m here,” he gathers you in his arms. “Sweetheart, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“But I am.”

Jungkook stiffens, pulling away slightly to look you in the eye.

“I’m leaving Korea tomorrow.”

“Oh right, how could we ever forget your mysterious ‘college’ boyfriend,” Hoseok scoffs, the quotation marks audible in his voice. “The one that we’ve never seen or heard of before, and also conveniently lives in a different city that is miles from here? That boyfriend?”

“Shut up!” Jimin glares, pointing his sharpened acrylic nail at him. “You’ll eat your words once you see how fucking gorgeous and hot and REAL my boyfriend is!” He turns to you, brows still quirked in irritation. “Anyway, as I was saying. Even though I’m going to the ball with my snookywookums, I’m willing to scout a date for you if you want.”

“I don’t think snookywookums is a Scrabble-verified word,” Hoseok says under his breath, nearly causing you to snort your pasta up your nose. 

“T-Thank you, Jimin,” you say, coughing through your laughter. Lucky for Hoseok, Jimin’s massive ego doubles as a noise-cancelling material. “But I’m fine, really. I’m more than happy just hanging out with my best friends over some random guy.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet!” Chaeyoung coos, pinching your cheeks. 

“–and also improbable,” Hoseok snorts. “These two whores are definitely gonna spend that entire night fucking their dates,” Hoseok says, jabbing his thumb at your resident bimbo-himbo combo, “while I will be busy with DJ-ing at the event, so you’re pretty much outta luck, chief.”

“What the fuck? You’re gonna DJ at our fucking graduation ball?” you squawk. “Why the hell would you volunteer to do that?”

“For… experience?”

“Really.” 

Hoseok raises his hands in surrender with a pout. “Okay, fine. Maybe I wanted to impress Namjoon. Fucking sue me for being a hypocrite!” 

“Ahah! The ogre has fallen in love with the prince!” Jimin hollers, earning himself a pinch in the tit from Hoseok.

You huff, annoyed. “Am I really being abandoned by all my friends? On one of our final days together as classmates before we inevitably part ways towards adulthood?”

A beat of guilty silence. Then:

“Yep!

“Totally!”

“You guys suck!”

You groan in defeat, rolling your eyes. “Fine then! I guess Jungkook and I will have to entertain each other, right Kook?”

The boy in question, who had been eerily quiet this entire lunch period, jolts in his seat after suddenly being addressed. His elbow hits the table with a bang, causing an impressive string of expletives to spill from his mouth. 

Jimin snorts, amused. “Damn, you good? What’s got loverboy all jumpy?” 

“Don’t call me loverboy,” Jungkook says through gritted teeth, his jaw clenched as he cradles his injured elbow. 

“Well someone clearly pissed in your Cheerios. What’s up? Why are you being all broody and sulky?” Hoseok asks.

“I’m not being broody,” Jungkook says broodily. For a brief moment, your gaze catches his, but he quickly averts his eyes before you can get a good glimpse at the unknown emotion that tints them. “I just… got a bad grade in Chemistry. That’s all.”

“First time? I guess senioritis doesn’t hit all of us the same,” Jimin sniffs. “By the way, Kook. Do you have a date for the ball? If you do, then we can all shame Y/N into looking for a date and not feel guilty about it.”

“Hey!” you whine, but your attention is focused on Jungkook. You hold your breath, a looming sense of dread rising up your stomach like bile. A desperate plea rings through your head, crying out, “Please say you’ll go with me.”

As friends, you remind yourself.

Sure Jan, your inner voice replies.

Jungkook barks out a laugh, but it sounds hollow. “I, umm…” he trails off, fidgeting in his seat awkwardly. He puts down his chopsticks, wiping his clammy hands on his jeans. “I’m still, uh, working up the courage to ask her…”

“HER?! YOU LIKE GIRLS?” Chaeyoung screams, horrified. “Then why the FUCK have you been rejecting all those poor girls for the past four years?”

“I just wasn’t interested, I guess,” he shrugs. He pauses. “Wait, did you not know I was straight?”

“Kookie, I don’t know if you haven’t noticed, but you recoil like a raccoon being spritzed with water every time a woman so much as looks at you,” Hoseok points out.

“I’m just shy,” he grumbles. 

To your left, Jimin nudges you gently. “Did you know?” he whispers, brows arched.

“Of course I did,” you snap. “That boy uses five-in-one shampoo and soap.”

Jimin leans back into his seat, a mystified expression on his face. “Damn, you’re right. And here I thought you just liked pining over him because you were a masochist.”

You choke on your own spit, feeling as though a large stone has just been dropped on your esophagus. You whirl towards Jimin with a death glare, but the shithead barely flinches in response. “What the fuck did you just say?” you seethe, panic clear in your voice.

“What did you say?” Jungkook repeats after you, jaw agape. You both make eye contact, and you notice the way Jungkook’s cheeks have flushed a deep red. You have no doubt in your mind that you aren’t faring any better. Shit!

“Now, we don’t have time to unpack all of that,” Hoseok interrupts. He gestures to the clock by the wall, which shows that your lunch period is about to end. He slams his lunch container shut, a large smirk on his face. “But this will definitely be a fun conversation for later, and I want front row seats.”

“Ditto! Text me once you’re out of your last class, okay?” Chaeyoung says, standing up with Hoseok. She blows a kiss your way and pats Jungkook endearingly on the head. “You guys have English together, right? Should be fun!”

“Gotta blast,” Jimin says, scrambling out of his seat before you can snap out of your daze long enough to twist his balls into a ponytail. He throws a mock salute at you, toothy grin on full display. “Have fun!”

Namjoon had begrudgingly agreed to keeping your relationship private upon your request. What had started as a drunken hookup months ago had evolved into under-the-table hand holding, sneaky kisses, falling asleep on nightly phone calls. 

“Ah, Joon, you- they’re gonna come lookin for you,” you pull back, panting and trying to reason with him.

Instead of replying, he ducks his head burying face first into your neck where he suckles at the soft skin he adores so much.

Whimpering, you claw your fingertips up and down his sides, feeling the silky material of his top. You pull his shirt free from his pants and send your hands underneath to feel his bare skin. 

“Fuck,” you whine. “No marks, Joon” you gasp, feeling the sudden increase in suction against your pulse point, losing himself to the taste of your skin.

You feel the rumble of displeasure in his chest as he yields to your command. 

He knew you were exclusively dating him, but when no one else was privy to that information, it almost seemed negligible. He was tired of biting back his frustrations when your mutual friends would try to set you up on dates. (Not that you would ever agree to any.) He was tired of pretending the two of you weren’t more. He was ready for the world to know about your relationship, but he knew you were still hesitant. 

Namjoon detaches his warm lips from your neck to peck lovingly at your forehead.

Pressed against the length of him, you feel the evidence of his excitement prodding against your abdomen.

“And how exactly do you plan to hide that?” you giggle, cocking an amused brow at him.

He brushes your hair aside and lets his large hand rest against your throat. Possessive, yet gentle.

“Mmm, it’ll go down,” he mumbles as he reattaches his lips to yours. 

Kissing across his mouth and planting a few along his jaw, you make your way to his ear.

“Or I could help you,” you whisper seductively, cupping his clothed erection.

You smirk when you feel Namjoon shiver at your gentle fondling. His body is like a live wire, crackling and exposed at your electric touch.

“Oh shit, I- I can’t return the favor though,” he pants.

“Take care of me after the show,” you purr, hands unbuckling his belt and reaching for the zipper. “You want this?” you ask one last time to which he nods vigorously. 

Impatient, he pushes your hands away to free himself from the confines of his pants. 

You wrap an eager hand around his length and swirl a thumb around his flushed tip. You gather the moisture there and spread it in slow circles around the rim of the head making Namjoon groan deep in his chest. 

You spit generously into your hand to avoid chafing him.

Skin smooth and soft, you pump him quickly to jerk him to his full potential. 

Thunk. Namjoon’s head falls back against the wall, eyes closed in bliss, as you tighten your grip around him.

“Eyes on me, big boy” you whisper, sinking down to your knees for your man.

His gaze follows you all the way down until you settle comfortably between his parted thighs. 

Your hand continues jerking his cock as you pepper open mouthed kisses to his groin and lower stomach. Your otherwise unoccupied hand pins his hips against the wall.

“Love these,” you muse.

Caressing the supple skin of his powerful thighs, you feel him throb wantonly in your hand.

You sink your teeth into the muscle. All pressure, no pain. 

There’s a garbled groan from above you.

“Baby, please,” Namjoon pants, “We don’t have much time”

You inspect his cock as it pulses in your grasp. “Oh, I think you’re only gonna need a few minutes,” you cackle.

An endearing flush spreads across his cheeks, dimples flashing as he chuckles along goodnaturedly. “Well, my girlfriend is very hot,” he argues.

You gulp, trying not to go rigid while holding his length in your hand. Neither of you had explicitly labeled your relationship, opting to silently agree that you were exclusively seeing each other.

Rather than stutter out a response, you stuff his cock deep into the wet heat of your mouth, wrapping your lips around him the way he likes. 

Namjoon’s hands immediately push your hair back and hold it in a makeshift ponytail as you sink down his length. He’s not about to miss the visual of you blowing him.

Holding him by the base, you bob up and down, gagging lightly as he slides down the back of your throat. You try to relax, inviting him into the depths of your mouth and coating him in a sheen of saliva.

“Fuck,” he moans, feeling you increase the suction around his shaft.

Your hand begins pumping what won’t fit in your mouth, suckling around the crown and urging him towards his climax.

“Baby, look at me, eyes up” he pants over you, unraveling quickly with your enthusiastic servicing of his cock.

You lift your heady gaze up to meet his desperate eyes. Brows pinched with his lower lip held hostage between his teeth. He’s so close.

Your mouth focuses on his sensitive tip, hand furiously working his shaft. His legs quake with his impending release.

With an obscene groan, Namjoon cums, erupting in your mouth. You continue to suckle at him, hand slowing down but pumping leisurely to help him ride out his high.

You do your best to hold his load without immediately swallowing the unsavory fluid.

“You know what I wanna see,” he whines, encouraging you to open wide.

Namjoon moans in appreciation, seeing his seed fill your mouth as you swipe your tongue through his cum to lick at your lips. You swallow most of it and let the rest dribble down your chin and onto your chest.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Namjoon-ah! Are you still changing?” comes the tinkling of Jin’s voice.

Fuck. 

You urgently flip through the rack of Namjoon’s clothing to find something to clean up with. Pulling a semi-plain shirt from its hanger, you wipe down his wilting cock and leave him to tuck himself back into his briefs as he pulls up his pants.

Cleaning off your mouth and chin and the residual cum off your chest, you haphazardly replace the top on its hanger and try to shake feeling back into your feet.

You check your watch again. Six minutes to show time. You smirk.

“Break a leg, bubs” you smile up at him and push him toward the door with a parting good-luck-kiss.

You watch happily from backstage as the group performs another stellar show. The crowd cheers when Namjoon makes a joke about his opened fly. Choreography and vocals all flow smoothly as the night unfolds, leading up to the final few songs.

The seven men pile into the dressing room for a final change for the encore when there’s a ghastly shriek.

“What the actual fuck,” Jin hollers. 

Several pairs of eyes look over to Jin as he gingerly inspects an article of clothing.

Oh no.

No, no, no.

Jin looks from his soiled shirt, to you, and back down to the shirt he’s supposed to change into.

You had forgotten you had worn lipstick tonight. And it was smeared all over Jin’s top along with residual ejaculate and spit that had begun to flake as it dried.

Incriminating at best, evidence at worst.

“What’s your lipstick and whateverthefuckthisis doing on my shirt? Why was Namjoon’s zipper down all through the first half of the show? And why did Namjoon-ah get all pissy when I tried to set you up with Sejin-hyung last week?” he fires off suspiciously, eyes darting back and forth between the two of you.

The room falls dead silent and all you hear is the pounding of blood between your ears.

“Because all of this is not coincidence,” Jin continues, gesturing wildly.

“I'm with Namjoon,” you confess quietly. 

That was the only reason why you found yourself standing in front of the large ornate double doors that Tuesday afternoon. If you had known what was on the other side of the doors, you wouldn’t have entered the room with such confidence, letting the door bang against the wall as it swung open and revealed the seven most notorious faces around the school.

Seokjin was the only one with his back to you when you opened the door. He turned slowly and the sun seemed to follow his movements, casting a halo around his form. He smiled as his eyes met yours.

“Ah, I see we have a new visitor. Welcome to Bangtan Sonyeondan.” He stepped forward, his whole body oozing elegance as he stopped in front of you. He frowned as he brushed a strand of your short hair away from your face. “We don’t usually have a lot of guys pass through our doors, but we’re not one to turn away someone in need.”

You were often mistaken as a boy that you had somewhat grown used to it. You had cut your hair short before transferring schools. Not because you wanted short hair, exactly, but because you were tired of maintaining long hair. You had decided it would be much more practical to have short hair that only required a quick brush through in the morning so you could spend more time on your studies.

So hearing Seokjin refer to you as a male wasn’t what had you staring dumbly at them. It was the fact he was speaking directly to you in the first place.

In fact, as Seokjin took your hand and led you over to the rest of his group, your mind whirled to catch up with what was going on.

Seokjin placed his hand on your back and pushed you slightly towards the other guys, who eyed you with mild interest.

“Isn’t that YLN YN? The scholarship student?” Hoseok asked, turning to face Yoongi with a small pout on his face. Hoseok was a fourth-year student who was known for his love of all things cute. He was often found carrying a Kaws teddy with a giant smile on his face. The complete opposite to his best friend.

Yoongi nodded his head as he eyed you with the same lack of expression he was renowned for. The smaller man rarely spoke to anyone other than Hoseok, but half the female population were in love with him for his prowess on the piano.

“Isn’t he in our class?” Taehyung leaned towards Jimin, covering his mouth with his hand as if he were whispering but making no attempt to lower his voice. The pair kept to themselves, rarely engaging in any conversation with anyone except each other unless it was to make a joke. And even then, that had never happened in your time at the school.

Jimin stepped closer towards you, looking down at your clothing. As a scholarship student, you were awarded the benefit of not needing to wear a uniform. It had sounded wonderful when you started. You hated wearing skirts and you found the top button of your shirt always dug into your throat. So you opted to wear loose trousers and a nice baggy jumper to keep you warm. But then you had started and you realised what not wearing a uniform really meant. It was like a neon sign followed you everywhere, indicating that you weren’t even close to the wealth bracket these students came from. And thus, none had ever bothered to get to know you other than the courteous ‘hello’ when you were paired with them for assignments.

“I don’t recognise him…” Jimin trailed off as he got uncomfortably close to your face. You leant back in an attempt to keep some of your personal space.

Namjoon grabbed the back of Jimin’s uniform and pulled him back. “What have we said about invading people’s personal spaces.” Namjoon rolled his eyes as he let Jimin’s uniform go once he was a comfortable distance away from you.

Namjoon, you knew, was a third-year student along with Seokjin. Unlike Seokjin, he wasn’t known for his friendliness with the ladies. Sure, he was still well-loved by the female population of the school, but he was known as the calculating one. He made connections based on what his family needed.

“I’m sorry, I was just looking for a quiet place to study.” You took a step back, throwing your hands up to show that you meant no harm. All you wanted was to leave the room in one piece. Your back bumped into someone, making you jump. You whirled around only to come face to face with Jungkook

“I’m sorry about my hyungs, Yn.” Jungkook’s doe eyes looked at you sweetly, quietly begging you to stay. “They can be a little rude.”

He was the youngest of the group, only a first-year student. But just like the other students, he was well-loved. His family were known martial artists, most of whom belonged to the South Korean militia, but despite their fierce reputation he was known for being an absolute cutie-pie.

You could feel your resolve to high-tail it out of the room dissolve as you stared at him. It was the kind of face that was impossible to say no to.

“Oh, well I didn’t mean to intrude,” You stumbled out, blinking heavily in an attempt to clear your mind.

Seokjin slung his arm over your shoulder as he paid no mind to what you were saying. “Now we have to show our utmost respect, boys, to our lonely soul here. He needs guidance and has sought after our expertise.” You could almost see the stars in his eyes at the mere thought of being needed.

You jumped from his hold as you began to protest. “No, no! That’s not it at all. I’m good! Really!” you insisted no longer paying attention to your surroundings.

Which was probably why you backed straight into a display table hosting an expensive looking vase. One minute you were protesting help, the next you were scrambling after the falling vase in an attempt to catch it.

You never had a chance.

“Oh, Grandma donated that vase.” Taehyung pouted as he gazed forlornly down at the vase’s shattered remains.

“I’m so sorry, I’ll pay for it!” You insisted, reaching for the pocket in your bag with your purse.

“Wasnt that vase worth thirty-one million?” Jimin’s brow rose, barely containing his excitement at the destruction before him.

You blanched at the price. “Thirty-one million?” you repeated, hand freezing from where it held your purse in your bag.

“Oh, the poor dear will never be able to afford that!” Hoseok commented, looking over to Yoongi for confirmation. Yoongi swiftly nodded his head and Hoseok’s attention returned to you. “There must be some other way they can pay?” Hoseok turned towards Namjoon.

They all did. Which was when you knew you weren’t going to like what he said next.

“Hm, I suppose they could work as our lackey. If they worked the remainder of their time here, they should be able to clear their debt. So long as no other accidents occur, that is.” He sent you a pointed look before sighing as Jin waltzed straight back to you.

He spun you around as he sang, “So it’s official. YLN YN, welcome to our host club!”

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