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You trudge to the backroom and cut open boxes of cups, pulling them free to start stacking them on a steel shelf. Such a waste of time.

Seokjin was not only your business partner. He is your housemate and best friend from college. You know him like the back of your hand.

The two of you met at your university’s Young Entrepreneur’s workshop and immediately clicked after a lengthy conversation about your shared dream to run a coffee shop. After graduation, the two of you you worked hard at odd jobs and pulled your money together (plus a generous investment from Jin’s parents) and started your dream as business owners.

Running your own shop was gratifying in many ways but restricting in many others. While the two of you loved the freedom of self-employment, you were constantly struggling to find good help. The kids in your town were either too self-assured to do hard work, or too inexperienced, causing more work for both of you in the long-run.

Exhibit A: Jungkook. Your best friend hired the kid after a rocky interview. He understands English well enough but struggles to speak it. Jin claimed that he saw promise in him—A “glimmer of potential,” as he put it. Honestly, you believed Jin saw a bit of himself in Jungkook, relating to him on a personal level since he also struggled to learn English at one point. “Just give him a chance,” Jin pleaded. You begrudgingly agreed and have regretted it ever since.

“I just don’t get it.”

“I know, Y/n. It’s just…he’s so eager to learn. He really likes working for us,” Jin whispers, pulling you into the back alley to speak privately.

“He’s a really good barista, I’ll give him that. But Jin, we need someone who can speak with the customers—“

“—and he will. Let’s just give him a little longer to pick it up,” Jin clasps his hands together. He knows how this little gesture gets you every time; his full bottom lip protruding out, eyes wide and begging. “He’s a good kid. Come onnnn.”

You sigh, nodding your approval for the third time this month.

“Fine, but I get to hire the next one.”

Jin beams. “Sounds good to me. But there won’t be a ‘next one’.”

Humph. “We’ll see.”

As far as you could remember, Jin has had a habit of taking in strays, as you so lovingly referred to them. Stray employees, stray friends, stray lovers. He made quick relationships with everyone he met because he only saw the good in them. He had a big puppy heart and you loved him for it, but he could be so incredibly naive.

Once, he fell in love with this girl in college. She was drop-dead gorgeous, lost in life and brand new on campus. You noticed her as she sat alone, timidly crossing her delicate ankles and smoking Virginia Slims like a posh 50’s housewife. “Check out this lamb,” you commented, jabbing Jin in the ribs. That was the first and last thing you said to him before he fell under her spell. Her eyes hooked into his and beckoned him closer with the siren song of daddy issues, helplessness and the hallowed pit of despair that could only be filled with the cocks of strangers.

At this point in life, to say “I told you so” would be painstakingly redundant. This is why you held your tongue when Jin hired Jungkook. Let him figure this out on his own, you thought. There had been countless times when you bailed Jin out of uncomfortable situations that his big dumb heart got himself into. This time, you loosened the reigns.

When he poured his soul into Miss Virginia Slims—mended her heart and made her whole again; you sugar-coated the cracks in his breaking heart after she left. “She’s new to the area. Probably just needs time to find herself,” you lied. But it wasn’t a blatant lie. You knew she was finding herself, but with the help of her young and attentive therapist tucked neatly between her milky smooth thighs.

Days marched on as they always do; slow and rhythmic, with an occasional hiccup that demands emergency triage.

“I specifically asked for OAT milk. I’m allergic to almonds!” A berry-faced woman spouts hysterically at Jungkook. He shrinks from the espresso machine and allows Jin to step in his place.

“Take five, Kook. I’ve got this.”

Jungkook bows his head apologetically at the woman and steps into the back room. He paces nervously around boxes of paper cups and decides to shakily wash dishes in the stainless steel sink.

The rabid woman can be heard clearly from the back room, calling Jungkook all sorts of names he doesn’t understand. You join him in the back and sit on a nearby stool, tucking your feet on the footrest.

“She lies.” Jungkook greets you sullenly.

“Yeah?”

“She is not allergic.” He responds in Korean. “Sorry. Uh…she’s…not allergic.” His face crinkles in a slight scowl, clearly shaken by the shouting. “I can tell.”

You rock lightly on the stool and try not to smile. In moments like this, you can really see his age. He takes his anger out on the dishes, splashing water onto his apron as he scrubs bright red lipstick smudges off of a coffee mug.

“I hate when women cake on that junk. Who wears hooker-red lipstick at 6am anyway?” You snort and try to lift the mood.

Jungkook looks at you with a quirked eyebrow. “H-hooker?”

“Sex worker. It’s a derogatory term.” You shake your head and wave him off. “Never mind.”

He scrubs at the stain roughly until the ceramic gleams.

“How can you tell she’s lying?”

“I used soy.” He looks down at the dishes and scrubs steadily, then tilts his almond eyes to see you shake away an amused grin.

“Kook, you can’t do that.”

The balls on this kid. And here you were thinking he was a complete dunce. It’s hard to stay mad when he made your least favorite customer look like a hysterical fool in front of her friends, but this is your reputation on the line. If people start thinking you can’t get a simple latte order right, they’ll easily move their business to one of the many chain establishments within a five-mile radius.

He plops a scrubbed mug into the sanitizing machine and flicks it on.

“She was mean to you.”

He’s not wrong. You were working the register when miss berry and her pack of yes-women came into the shop, commenting on how the decor didn’t match the “vibe.” She annoyed the shit out of you, but who doesn’t? However, she really worked your last nerve when she complained about the lack of chestnut praline syrup, toying with the idea of mentioning it in her Yelp review.

“It doesn’t matter. She’s a paying customer.”

Jungkook sits on the sanitizing machine and faces you, still rocking on your stool. He crosses his arms across his chest. “You looked…frustrated.”

“I’m always frustrated.”

He quirks an eyebrow and straightens his hunched posture on the sanitizer. He either doesn’t believe you or he’s trying to process what you just said.

“Sorry. I’ll do better,” he says solemnly.

He tilts back his head to shake his shaggy brown hair out of his eyes. It’s not too long, but it sweeps across his forehead and peeks just past his eyebrows to tickle his lashes. When he first started working for you and Jin, he had a mop of fluffy hair that hung over his face and often covered his eyes completely. You thought it suited his shy personality, but the way he wears it now shows off his youthful freckles, chiseled jawline, and a thin scar, high on his left cheek.

“Thank you, but don’t beat yourself up over it.”

“Beat…myself?”

“Don’t worry.” You flash him a thumbs-up, a universal sign that everything is okay.

“Okay.” He returns your gesture with his big thumb.

“Oh, and Kook?”

“Yes?”

You point to his upturned thumb, which has a prominent smudge of red lipstick just at the back. “You missed a spot.”

He shivers in disgust and wipes it on his apron. His hand rubs roughly, only smearing the lipstick further. You both share a laugh, loud enough that Jin pokes his head from behind the doorway.

“I heard Y/n laughing. Something must be wrong.”

You pick up a washrag and toss it at him, but you’re such a bad throw that it pathetically falls to the floor two feet away. Jin dodges dramatically like you’re about to hit him with something powerful, which only makes Jungkook laugh harder until he almost slips off the sanitizer.

“Get out of here, Kim. We’re having a moment.”

Jin puts his hands up and retreats back behind the doorway. Jungkook’s dabs the corner of his eye with his sleeve as his laughter dies down.

Your eyes keep skimming the scar on his cheek when he smiles. It’s so light, you barely noticed it before, but you can see his smooth skin dip at the indentation. Suppose it’s not noticeable unless you’re close enough, which you haven’t been before.

“How did this happen?” You motion to the placement of his scar on your own cheek. He mimics the motion and grazes the thin line gently.

“This? Oh—hah.” He rolls his eyes. “Stupid.”

Now you’re really curious. “How stupid?”

“Very.”

You raise your eyebrow and smile at him. He sighs and walks over to the computer behind you.

“You know computer games?”

It’s hard not to be amused by his question. You have to admit, this is not where you saw the conversation going. “Heard of them.”

Jungkook sighs again. “I was, hm, what’s the word?” He jabs at the air in front of him with boxing jabs.

“Boxing?”

“No—oh, fighting!”

“Fighting? You were you fighting?”

His story is becoming animated suddenly. A dopy smile curls across his lips, exposing his large bunny teeth. It’s a trait you’ve always found a little endearing even when he annoys the living shit out of you sometimes.

“My hyung.”

You quirk your head, a little confused. You recall Jin using the word before, referring to his family.

“Brother?”

He nods. “Older brother.”

“So you fought your older brother…over computer games?”

He nods proudly and laughs at the memory. “See? Stupid.”

“Who won? You?”

He flexes his bicep and rests his arm on the computer monitor triumphantly. “Duh.”

You can’t suppress your laughter at his blatant confidence. It’s nice to see this side of him.

“I didn’t know you have a brother. I haven’t seen your parents either. Do they live here in town?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “In Korea.”

“You’re by yourself then?”

“I live with…a…hm. Friend? Family friend.” He finishes the sentence in his native language, which you actually do understand a bit of, at least enough to know he’s not completely alone.

“If your family is all the way in Korea then why did you leave?”

He holds one hand out like a piece of paper and uses the other to illustrate a painting motion. “Study art.”

You can’t help but drop open your mouth, just a bit. “You’re an artist?” He’s college-aged, but for some naive reason, you just assumed he was working to pay the bills. It didn’t occur to you that he was pursuing something outside these walls.

He nods proudly and walks over to his shoulder bag, slung on the back of the back room door. You’re absolutely lost for words when he pulls out a stack of watercolors, some still-life and others painted beautifully from memory. You wordlessly palm through portraits of familiar faces like Old Lady Faye who usually sits by the bay window and sips chamomile tea. There’s even a pencil sketch of the espresso machine, so real it could pop off the paper and make lattes.

“Kook, these are outstanding.” You look up at his expectant face; lips closed in a concentrated line, wide eyes trained to meet your gaze. “You’re very talented. I had no idea.”

“You like it?”

“A lot. Does Jin know about this?”

He nods his head slowly.

Jin and his big dumb heart. Of course he knows. This glimmer of potential he saw in Jungkook makes so much sense now and you feel a little dumb not catching on earlier.

Jungkook lifts the watercolors from your lap and neatly files them back into his shoulder bag, careful not to bend the corners. He holds a painting aside, scribbles something at the bottom corner and hands it to you with a smile.

“For you, Noona.”

It’s the pencil sketch of the espresso machine, now etched with his signature and a little note:

Always Fighting! -JK

A couple weeks had passed and you had to admit, Jungkook was really improving.

No more milk shakeups and the rude customers reared their ugly heads less and less.

You sit across the coffee shop and watch his hands expertly move along the espresso machine, pulling velvety rich shots and pouring steaming milk over it to form beautiful patterns.

“He’s really taken to the espresso machine. Customers seem to like his drinks.” You nudge Jin to look over at the bar.

“I told you, he’s a natural—“

“Actually, they love his drinks. The other day, someone requested that he make their drink. Specifically him. Can you believe that?”

“Glad to hear he’s making an impression. So anyways—“

“And after he made their drink they gave him a TWENTY DOLLAR tip. For a five dollar mocha? What did he make, the elixir of life?”

Jin snaps his fingers at you. “Jungkook is doing great, I’m glad to hear it. So you’ll be fine then? While I’m away?”

Jungkook hands the finished drink to a waiting customer. Their face lights up when they see the latte art, earning a small satisfied smile from the barista. He looks over at you and gives you a sly thumbs up from behind the partition so only you see, crinkling his eyes with a toothy grin. You flash him a thumbs up and turn your attention back to Jin.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Y/n, were you even listening to me earlier? I asked if you’re comfortable training him while I’m away. It’s only a week.”

“Away…”

“Korea.”

“Ah, yes.”

“Family reunion.”

“Duh, of course.”

Jin narrows his eyes at you and raises his eyebrow. “You’re sure you’re fine with this? I can shorten the trip by a few days, I’m sure my family won’t mind.”

You look up at Jungkook who’s now balancing on a step-stool, perched on his tip-toes to stock flavored syrup in the high cupboard. He moves slowly but carefully, making sure each bottle is neatly placed and faced forward.

“Jin, please. Look at him, he’s gonna be fine.”

Jungkook steps down for the stool and stretches an arm over his head to close the cupboard, revealing a small flash of midriff. You’ve never noticed how built he is, catching a glimpse of his abs. So unexpected.

“And you?” Jin asks, waving a hand in front of your face.

“He’s fine—Er, I’m fine.”

“Okay, okay. You’re fine, he’s fine.”

“Yep.”

Jungkook crouches down to the ground to lift a fresh box of syrups onto the counter, flexing his thighs as he drives up through his heels. The material of his pants is so thin that it reveals every muscle at work. Unforgiving and very restraining, hugging each curve, showing you how dedicated he must be to his workout regime. He must work out.

"But you can’t fire the kid while I’m away.”

“Mhm, okay. Don’t fire the kid.”

Jungkook lets out a small groan as he heaves another box onto the counter. He dabs his forehead with the back of his sleeve, then bends over to peel his hoodie up over his head. Underneath he’s wearing a simple white t-shirt, lightly dampened with sweat, enough to give you another eyeful of his abs right through the fabric.

“Are you feeling alright? Your face is red.”

You bring two fingers up to your temples and rub them soothingly. “Enjoy your trip, Jin.”

“I’m just asking.” He stands from his chair and pushes it in, resting his hands on the back and leaning in close to your ear. “And stop checking him out, Y/n. He’s our employee.”

“Bye, Jin.”

Chuckling, he pats your back and walks away.

This is going to be a problem, you just know it.

Day 1

It’s a slog of a morning, painfully under-caffeinated and quiet. You lost a lot of motivation without Jin annoyingly tapping at your door to wake you up. He usually rises before the sun, and you would rather crawl into a hole and die.

You routinely roll out of bed to the sound of clanging pots and pans. Jin loves cooking breakfast and you love pulling the covers over your head for just five more minutes of warm solitude. Your favorite Jin trait is his domestic way of living. After cooking breakfast, he’d usually brew you a cup of coffee. Then he’d head down to the shop to greet the first batch of cranky customers while you kickstart your brain. It’s his specialty to deal with cranky people. You have no doubt he’ll make a woman very happy someday, but for now, you reap all the benefits.

It’s only a week, you assure yourself. Seven whole days.

You flip over your phone and type out a text.

Y/N: I don’t hear the auto-drip running. Does this mean I have to fend for myself while you’re away?

You check the time and realize that, if by some miracle he’s already made it to Korea, it must be nearly midnight. Nonetheless, he answers right away.

…

Kim Shoulders: For someone who runs a coffee shop…

Y/N: It doesn’t taste the same when I make it for myself.

Y/N: I’ve told you this.

There’s a long pause and you imagine him sighing heavily and rolling his eyes.

Kim Shoulders: I’m on it.

Y/N: What? How?

You stupidly turn your head to look around the apartment. Nope, Jin still isn’t here. Meh, it was worth a shot.

Ten minutes pass and Jin still doesn’t respond. You’re about to message him back when you receive a text from a ghost of your past, and unfortunately, your present.

…

Min: Meet me at the shop in fifteen.

Min: Don’t make Daddy wait.

The day gets shittier by the second. No breakfast in bed, no coffee, now THIS?

…

Y/N: You’ve got to be kidding me.

Min: Don’t make me come over there.

Y/N: This is my actual nightmare.

Min: Then call me Daddy Krueger, because this nightmare is coming to life.

Y/N: ㅠ_ㅠ

You tab out of the conversation and angrily text Jin back.

…

Y/N: You’re incorrigible.

Y/N: Have I ever told you that?

…

Five minutes pass.

Y/N: JIN. He’s calling himself DADDY.

Kim Shoulders: (⌒_⌒;)

Kim Shoulders: You said you needed coffee.

Y/N: This is not what I had in mind.

Kim Shoulders: Sorry, you’re breaking up. I’m going through a tunnel. *Crckk*

Y/N: You’ll pay for this.

Kim Shoulders: *Crrrckk* I’m losing reception. Uh oh, I can’t hear you anymore…

…

You’re going to kill him. It’s official. He’s finally cracked you.

The first face you see when you arrive at the shop is none other than Min Yoongi, Jin’s other college bestie and your unofficial arch-nemesis. He’s everywhere, always, and rarely welcome by you.

“Morning, Y/n. I see you forgot to wear a bra today.” He flicks the pull tab on your zipper. “Did I fluster you that much?”

You look down and see that he’s right. You roll your eyes. He’s always right, you hate to admit.

“Stop looking at my tits, perv.” You swiftly zip up your sweatshirt.

Yoongi laughs and stretches his arms up to yawn loudly.

“Don’t pretend you’re annoyed.” He winks at you and tongues the inside of his cheek. “You like the attention.”

He knows you almost as well as Jin. It’s super annoying.

You step past him to unlock the front door.

“What brings you to my stoop, Min? Come to harass me while Jin’s away?”

“Something like that.” He slips off his backpack and slings it on the back of his favorite chair. “Jin sent me to keep you company.”

“So kind of him.”

“Actually, he asked me to stick around for the week.”

“Oh?” You turn on your heel to face him. He flashes his signature gummy smile.

“Yeah, he said something about you needing help while you train the new guy. Jungkook, right?”

You sigh and plop your keys onto the counter next to the register. Jin is so protective of the shop, he couldn’t even give you a week to try and mess it up. He hasn’t taken ownership of much in his life, except this shop. It’s his baby, his pride and joy. The integrity of the shop is of utmost importance, especially since his parent’s names are co-signed on the lease. Of course he would hire the help of Min Yoongi to make sure you don’t do something stupid. He’s the Robin to his Batman, his go-to right-hand man. So what are you, chopped liver?

“He didn’t say anything to me about it.”

Yoongi watches closely as you misfire the espresso machine and shoot hot air into your own face. He laughs loudly and scrambles to help you turn the nozzle off. “Can’t imagine why.”

You brush your hair back and pat the moisture off your cheeks. “Don’t need the sarcasm, Min.” You defensively point at the clock on the wall. “It’s too early and I haven’t had my coffee yet—“

“Morning, Noona!” Jungkook’s airy voice combs through your groggy complaints.

Yoongi’s eyes dart to the front door. He looks Jungkook up and down as he walks to the counter, arms full of pink pastry boxes. He smirks at the younger guy and extends his hand out to greet him.

“Nice to see you again, Kook.

Jungkook adjusts his stance to cradle the boxes in one arm while he shakes Yoongi’s hand with the other. You can see just how confidently he grips his hand by the flex in his forearm.

“You too, Yoongi-ssi.” Jungkook nods courteously at the older man, then turns his attention back to you with a glimmer in his eye. “I’m excited to work…uh…together today. It’ll be fun!”

You smile at him and nod in response. He reminds you of Jin a bit. His positive attitude and eagerness to please. It’s sweet.

He stands beside you to help ready the espresso machine, nudging Yoongi out of the way slightly. Jungkook tongues the inside of his cheek and tightens the steamer until the airflow stops; something Yoongi must have looked past when he was pestering you.

“I’ll, uh, be over there Y/n.” Yoongi shuffles out of the way to allow you and Jungkook more room. “Just shout if you need me to take over the register, or whatever.”

“Thanks, Yoong.” You walk to the front door and flip on the Open sign.

Jungkook lays out the fresh pastries from the next-door bakery in a display case. They’re arranged neatly from large to small, perfectly in line. He always picks the prettiest pieces with even glazing and a beautiful golden brown bake. He does this every morning without a hitch. You didn’t even tell him to do it. He just knows.

Day 2

It took you a minute to notice Jungkook in the corner of the room, head buried in a fat stack of flashcards. He looks so serious, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. His eyes skim the same card over and over while quietly reading it aloud to himself.

“How long has he been here?” You ask Yoongi.

He shrugs, still focused on his laptop and typing a mile a minute. “Dunno, two hours? He was here before me.”

You sit beside Yoongi and look over his shoulder. He’s in a bidding war over a vintage record player.

“Jesus Min, you sure you want to spend that much?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Yeah, Mom. I’m sure.”

You shove him playfully and pinch the back of his arm. He hates being touched when he’s in full concentration and you know it too well.

You used to mess with him in college by hovering your hands above his face when he tried to sleep. It was to partially teach him a lesson for staying out too late, and mostly just for fun. He’d shift his position, curl under the blankets, grumble and curse until you’d leave him alone. He’d scrunch his nose and crinkle his eyes, just like he is now.

“How do you even have that much money? Last I checked, you DJ bar mitzvahs and raunchy bachelorette parties on the weekend.”

He swats your hand off his arm.

“And I do a damn good job. Jewish mothers love a mensch with a little chutzpah.”

You roll your eyes. “Oy vey.”

The counter bid shoots up $100. Yoongi leans back in his seat and muffles a curse into the crook of his arm.

You’re not sure how you got yourself into this situation, watching over a pack of helpless boys. If it weren’t for you he’d probably sell weed to teenagers again and have four roommates in his one-bedroom apartment.

“Just pull out. It’s too much.”

He flops his hand onto the keyboard and exits out of the bid.

“Y/n, not to be rude, but you need a boyfriend.”

“Excuse me—what?”

Yoongi reclines and slumps, sliding down until his head bumps the back of his chair. He laughs at the look on your face. You’re not sure if he’s trying to compliment you or be his usual dismissive self.

“You need someone to control.”

“Do not, asshole.” You stand from your chair and give Yoongi another pinch to the back of his arm.

“Ouch! Hey, I’m not the only one who thinks so.”

You flick his laptop shut and give him the finger, then stand up and walk over to the counter.

“Hey, Kook, training in ten minutes, okay?”

Jungkook lifts his bloodshot eyes from his flashcards and nods happily when he notices you’ve finally arrived. “Oh—yes, Noona. Ten minutes.”

Yoongi heaves into a belly laugh from his slouched position and flicks his wrist, bending at the elbow to get a full swinging motion. He tries his best to mimic the sound of a whip crack.

You shoot him your meanest warning glare and point at him.

“Don’t make me kick you out, Min Yoongi. Jin’s not here to save you.”

“So bossy.”

“Oh, I’ll show you boss—“

Jungkook’s soft voice peeks from behind Yoongi and interrupts what could have been another pointless argument.

“Noona, I memor…hm. Oh, I memor-ized some new words.” He tucks his flashcards into his back pocket and stands up to join you behind the counter. He types his login into the POS and stands to attention. “Okay. Ready.”

“That’s great, Kook.” You can’t help but smile with him. “I’m proud.”

He’s been studying extra hard in preparation for Jin’s departure, probably out of pure survival instinct. Without his translator he doesn’t have a safety net. Training wheels are officially off.

His wide and dark eyes narrow to crescents as you pat him on the back and give a gentle squeeze to his bicep. Ah, and it’s just as firm and strong as you imagined. Great.

Yoongi scoffs and quietly mutters from his still slouched position. “Pft. Teacher’s pet.”

“At least someone is working around here. He should get a gold star for simply showing up.”

You lean over the counter and flick a coffee bean at Yoongi’s head to grab his attention.

“And listen here, Schmuck. If you’re gonna hang around here all day for the free wifi, buy a fuckin’ cup of coffee.”

He laughs and shakes his head.

“Hm, maybe a boyfriend isn’t what you need. Perhaps a dog.” He makes eye contact with Jungkook and lifts his eyebrows. “Yeah, a dog might suit you.”

Day 3

“Noona, what is 'teacher’s pet’? Is it a phrase?”

“Teacher’s pet? —Ohh. You mean what Yoongi said yesterday?”

Jungkook nods.

Fucking Min Yoongi. You silently curse him under your breath.

“It’s hard to explain. Let’s forget it, yeah?”

Jungkook huffs. He’ll never admit it, but the language barrier really gets him down sometimes. Like moments when you’re scrolling on your phone and find something funny; eyes lighting up at a joke that probably needs a lengthy explanation before he can remotely understand.

“Why do you need a boy-friend? Thought Jin-hyung was your boy-friend.”

God, he’s cute. You know what he means, but he doesn’t realize what he’s said.

“He’s a boy and he’s my friend, but a boyfriend is different.”

“How?”

You look around the shop and are sorely disappointed that no new customers are on their way in. A distraction would be really good right about now.

“You know, a boyfriend. Closer than a friend.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen as he realizes the meaning, and you nod to assure he’s got it right.

“You don’t have one?”

“One what?”

“A boyfriend.”

“Nope.” Trying to redirect the conversation, you point at Jungkook’s art portfolio on the back counter. “Got any new paintings? How’s school going?”

He looks at his portfolio but doesn’t move to pick it up. Instead, he stands in the same spot and leans against the counter next to you.

“Why not?”

“Long story. Let’s change the subject.” You motion back to his portfolio, hoping he’ll take the bait. “So your paintings—”

“Just curious.“

“Just drop it, Kook.” You shoot back at him, a little more aggressive than you intended. “Stop asking silly questions.”

“What is silly?” He replies. “You’re nice, fun…pretty.”

You feel a pit in your stomach, and can’t place why, but it hurts to look at him. Why is he saying this? Why does he care?

“I don’t get it, Noona.”

“It doesn’t matter, Kook!” You cross your arms across your chest and heave out an annoyed sigh. “I don’t need anyone, okay? Do you get it?”

At that, a customer walks into the shop. Jungkook shifts gears and walks over to the register. His smile fades as he slowly nods and draws his eyes to the screen.

“It’s okay. I get it.” he types in his login and helps the customer effortlessly, completing the transaction and stepping away to make their drink. It’s like he doesn’t even need you anymore and the thought alone makes your body feel heavy and sad.

When he finishes up, he walks back towards you, standing with his hands resting stiff on his hips.

“Kook, look at me, please.”

He looks at you with a soft gaze that makes your heart hurt. You can tell he’s uncomfortable from the way his eyes wander to the floor and quickly back to your face. It wasn’t right to speak to him like that.

“Jungkook,” you pause. “I’m sorry for raising my voice. That was unprofessional.”

“Un-professional?” He pauses for a moment, mulls the word over in his mind and looks back at you when the puzzle pieces come together. “Oh, okay.” He shifts his weight to the other foot and wraps the back of his elbow in his palm. “It’s okay.”

There is an uncomfortable silence between the two of you that rings in your ears, budging you to speak first. His large brown eyes follow your arms as you cross them over your chest. His timid nature and watchful gaze is almost childlike, the way he nervously thrums his fingers on the back of his arm and purses his pink lips when he thinks of speaking.

“I didn’t mean to raise my voice—”

“—School is good.” Jungkook quickly replies and steps out from behind the counter to switch spots with you. “I painted more. I’ll show you.” His shoulder lightly brushes against yours as you squeeze past one another, pinned for a moment between the counter and walkway. He places a hand high on your waist to guide you around the counter and releases you with a small “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, Kook—thank you.” You nod at the younger man, straighten out your apron and settle behind the counter. He does the same across from you and opens up his portfolio.

The first painting that slides out is unfinished but strongly resembles the neighborhood park down the street from the shop. There is a tiny swing set, seats swaying in motion like they’re pushed by a strong wind. There are a few streaks of blue on the skyline and a couple other colors swept across the page to define open space. Even unfinished, you can still imagine yourself sitting on the swing and flying through the air like you used to when you were a child.

“I really don’t know how you do it. It’s so remarkable, I could never.”

Jungkook nods. “Thanks, Y/n.” It’s in the way he avoids your eyes and curtly replies that makes you feel a hallow pit in your stomach. It’s back to business now, but you miss his goofy smile.

“‘Y/n,’ you repeat after him. What, I’m not your Noona anymore?”

He shrugs. “Sorry, Noona.”

“No, come on. Please, Kook. I’m sorry for shouting at you. You were just curious.”

“Everyone needs someone,” he replies softly. Your heart thumps powerfully in your chest as the words spill from his lips. His large doe eyes shine a bit while his pouty mouth curls into a gentle smirk. “I need you.”

You choke on your breath. You’re not sure what took you by surprise more; what he said or the way he said it.  

He points at the POS. “I learn a lot.”

You cover your face with your palms for a second, wishing your face didn’t blush scarlet every time you felt embarrassed. “Oh—yes, that’s right. I guess you do need me.”

Jungkook casually half-sits on the counter and cocks his eyebrow inquisitively. He’s pursing his lips and suppressing a laugh. He’s making you flustered. This is new. He loosens his posture to lean across the countertop, his hand covers yours and holds it there for a moment before pulling back.

“I can teach you, Noona. Would be fun.”

The way the honorific casually rolls off his tongue as he looks at you with puppy eyes is a little alarming. Heat prickles beneath your skin the longer he stares.

“You, teach me?”

He motions to his portfolio and smiles back at you, big and toothy. “Art.”

It’s kind of endearing the way his front teeth jut past his bottom lip. And…has he always had a little freckle there? It peeks at the crest of his bottom lip, just a little to the right. The slight asymmetrical placement is endearing, balancing out a couple little freckles that skip across his nose and down his neck.

“Yeah, that sounds like fun.” You try to push your curiosity aside and type your password into the POS, but you enter it incorrectly and have to do it over. “Thanks, Kook. Maybe someday, after closing, we can have a little session.” His eager gaze distracts you. You can feel his eyes roaming your hands as you try the password twice more, finally getting past the login page. You shake your head and check the time on the computer screen.

“It’s getting late.” You adjust your apron, dusting off a few stray croissant crumbs clinging to the fabric. “Time to close up soon.”

The younger man reaches across the counter and touches your arm at the bicep between his middle finger and thumb. He’s delicate yet assertive, squeezing enough to grab your attention and leaving room to slip away if you choose.

“Jungkook, what’s wrong?”

“I mean it.”

“Huh? Mean what?”

“Would be fun.” His hold loosens even more as his fingertips glide down your arm. Tiny goosebumps prick on the surface of your skin. He gives you a playful squeeze and juts out his bottom lip in a childlike pout, very similar to the way Jin does.

“Please? I wanna teach you too, Noona.” His voice is sweet and melodic, almost in a sing-song plea. But the way he’s looking at you appears to be anything but. His eyes are zeroed in now, narrow and dark.

You clear your throat and slowly bring your arm back to cross in front of your chest. “What are you proposing, Kook? I teach you and you teach me?”

He nods.

“Seems like a fair exchange.” You point your finger at him loosely, “As long as we don’t let it interfere with your training.”

“Inter-fere?”

“Get in the way, you know, distract.”

Jungkook extends his arm across the counter to offer you his pinky. “Promise, I’ll be good.”

You stare at his hand and quirk an eyebrow. “A pinky promise?”

He nods and smiles at you brightly, crinkling the corners of his eyes down to the apples of his cheeks. God, it’s so stupid and cute.

“Okay, pinky promise.” You loop your finger into his and give a little shake, smiling at the juvenile action.

“Look forward to it.”

You give one last shake to your pinkies and detach. “Me too, Kook.”

He holds up his pinky one last time and nods happily, then dusts off a thin sheen of coffee grounds from his apron.

“Let’s close then."

He grabs a broom from behind the counter and begins sweeping the front of the room. You follow his lead and grab handtowel to start scrubbing the counters.

As you clean, the evening sun warms through the cafe windows and casts over Jungkook’s golden skin. It illuminates brilliantly off the sheen of sweat now forming above his brow, all the way down to the nape of his neck. When he looks up to meet your eyes, the light falls into the pit of his irises and softens them to rich honey. You try not to stare and look down to focus on the task at hand.

Maybe you need him too.

He looks away from your shy face and sings a little tune absentmindedly as he sweeps the floor debris into small piles. A slow tempo of cafe acoustic thrums in the background and melds beautifully with Jungkook’s voice, complimenting his light tenor.

It’s surprising how he’s been so very timid, always at your beck and call, attentively listening and absorbing every morsel of information you have to give without a word. Well, now he wants you to listen to him.

And you’re listening.

You’ve never noticed how beautiful his voice is; soft and airy, yet powerful and shockingly controlled. So, what, he’s just good at everything now? He often hums to himself while he washes dishes, but now he lets his voice carry through the entire cafe, singing for you, his audience of one.

Lately, it seems, he’s full of surprises.

Day 4

“So I’ve been thinking about what I said the other day.”

“Must not have been important. I already forgot.” You rapidly respond, cheeks warming.

You didn’t forget. Yoongi’s words have haunted you since the moment they left his lips.

“Maybe you don’t need a boyfriend.”

“You already suggested a dog—“

“Maybe you just need to get laid.” He says loudly, enough to grab Jungkook’s attention. He looks up from pouring a latte and cocks his head at you. You can see the wheels turning in his mind, piecing the words together.

You wave Jungkook off and shoot Yoongi a warning glare.

“No shit, Sherlock. You’re preaching to the choir.” You snap back in a low voice and pinch his arm. “And keep your voice down. I don’t need the world to know.”

Yoongi snorts a laugh and leans in to speak quietly. “Trust me, they know.”

You roll your eyes now. He’s so condescending sometimes. And goddamnit, you hope he’s not right. It’s bad enough Min Yoongi noticed you’re pent-up lust. The last thing you need is your employee and the whole town catching onto your desperation. 

You look at Jungkook and let out a sigh of relief to see him diligently pouring again.  

“I honestly can’t remember last time you hooked up with someone.”

“Well, Min, I don’t remember ever telling you.”

“You tell Jin, and that’s just as safe as reading your diary to a live audience.”

Damnit. Right again. And now you can’t even remember last time you hooked up with someone. Has it been one, no, two years? Fuck.

“Ugh.” You groan impatiently. “Where are you going with this?”

Yoongi looks at you with a cocky smile and holds his hands out, palms up, with an offering of absolutely nothing. He just continues to smile at you until the awkward silence makes you realize what he’s hinting at.

“Ew, no way—“

“It’s not like we haven’t before.”

Once again, not wrong. But you never would have if you were sober. It was stupid college shit, hooking up with your friends at parties. You’d push it off the very next day and pretended nothing happened, saving that awkward conversation for never. Then repeating the process each time you drank one too many sugary wine coolers.

Jungkook’s staring at you again. His bright eyes sparkle with curiosity, so you wave him off and shake your head like nothing is happening.

“Min, no. Definitely not.”

“Why not? You’re horny…and I’m, well, I’m always horny.” He shrugs his shoulders. “Couldn’t hurt, right?”

You pat him gently on the shoulder and lean in real close to whisper. “That’s why the FDA approved my fancy new space-age vibrator. I can cut out the bullshit—human connection, emotional attachment, feelings.”

“Who’s developing feelings?” Yoongi says a little too loud. “I’m just suggesting we fuck.”

You smile and roll your eyes. Wouldn’t be the first time you’ve heard a boy say that. Definitely not the first time you’ve heard Min Yoongi say it either.

“Until you keep suggesting it, like you are right now. Then you get attached. Probably become possessive and defensive. Honestly Yoong, I’m perfectly comfortable with our current dynamic.”

“What’s out current dynamic?” He winks at you. “Bicker and tease each other, pretending we hate it? Jab and jab until we give in to our primal selves and finally fuck?”

You rub your temples and close your eyes. “It’s more than fucking to you, Yoongi. You know?”

“Not really, mind elaborating?”

You let a heavy sigh tumble past your parted lips. This isn’t the conversation you wanted to have; far from it. “Jin told me you like me.”

“So? Jin likes you too—“

“He told me you really like me.”

Yoongi tenses beneath your touch and his ears redden at the tips. He laughs loudly and catches the attention of a handful of people across the room.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Noona.” He whispers the last bit. “The only one developing feelings for you is that lost puppy you keep barking at.”

You swat at his thigh to quiet him down, harshly whispering.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You know what I mean, Noona.” He tips his head in Jungkook’s direction. “You can’t be so wrapped up in yourself not to realize that boy has the biggest crush on you.”

Jungkook is staring at you again. His sweet rosy lips curl into a grin as you meet his eyes. Your heart thrums at the sight.

Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit.

You turn back to Yoongi and give him a pinch. “Keep your voice down, dick.”

You stand from your chair and walk up to Jungkook. He smiles wider when you come close, setting a freshly-made latte on the counter for pick-up. His sleeves are pushed up past his elbows, letting his vascular forearms show bare. He lifts up the hem at the front of his shirt to dab at his dewy forehand. You catch a glimpse of his taut abs and you nearly forget what you were about to say.

“Hey, Kook. Would you, uhh. Would you please go see if our shipment arrived at the back door yet?”

“Shipment? Hm, okay.” He nods and trudges into the back room, away from sight.

You hear Yoongi laugh from his spot at the center of the room. He seems to be a permanent fixture to that wooden chair nowadays, like a barnacle stuck to the bottom of your ship. You wish you could scrape him off and plop him back into the ocean, but he’s tenacious and you kinda respect that.

You motion with your thumb a slicing motion across your neck and point at him. “You’re walking on thin ice, Min. Real thin.”

He laughs harder and braces his hands on the rickety table to hold his balance. “Think about what I said, babe.”

You stride across the room, back at the table, and tug at his ear. “I’ll think about it if you think about working a day in your life.” You playfully walk him by the ear to the front counter like a petulant child.  

Yoongi swats your hand away and types his access code into the POS. “Yep, you definitely need to get laid.”

You flick his ear and walk to the backroom to check on Jungkook, silently praying he isn’t absorbing English quick enough to fully understand what Yoongi said.

Jin was right, he’s getting better. Each day he’s becoming more confident in his speech. He absorbs things that you say and repeats it back like a parrot. A really attractive, human parrot. With muscles and charm.

Now Yoongi is in the mix, and he sees more than you gave him credit for. Sure, he’s a bit of a bum DJ with mismatching socks and a careless attitude, but he majored in communication with a concentration in Y/n. Well, Hell, both of them are too observant for their own good. If Yoongi can see how wound up you are, then surely Jungkook can too. And that can’t be good.

Day 5

After a lot of begging, you finally agreed to let Jungkook give you your first art lesson. That is if he closed up the shop while you wrapped up some paperwork in the back.

“Noona, it’s time.”Jungkook puffs out his chest with his hands on his hips and flashes you a dazzling smile. His apron sways open at the back, ready to hang up for the evening.

You stare blankly at him with your head cocked to the side. “Huh?”

“First lesson.”

You look around the front of the shop to take in his progress. “Just gotta finish closing up, then we can get…started.” You see that he’s already flipped the chairs on top of the counters and restocked the coffee cups. He also mopped the floor...and cleaned the windows?

The front of the shop is closed for the night and sparkling clean. Not that you ever doubted his ability to close in Jin’s place, but you are amazed he did it so fast. What normally takes you and Jin an hour together took Jungkook half an hour, all by himself.

“Did you…?”

“I did! Um, how do you say?” He rubs a circular motion on the countertop with the heel of his palm.

“Wow, you really did.” You gawk with your mouth hung open. “Oh, polish. You polished the counter.”

“Pawl-ish.”

“Yep. …And holy shit, you also…”

“Yes, the espresso machine too. ” He bounces on his heels, giddy and excited. “We can start now? I took out the trash, cleaned the bathroom. Everything.”

“I guess it’s time for our first lesson.” You shake your head in disbelief. If only it were possible to bottle his motivation and pour it into your morning coffee. Who needs Adderall when you can have 800mg of Jeon Jungkook?

“We’ll start with…uh…the basics, and work on…um…how do you say this?” He skips between languages.

“Okay. So we’ll start with the basics, and then…?” You try to finish the sentence for him. “Shading? Line-work?”

“Ugh, so frustrating.” He closes his eyes until the word pops up. “Subject.”

“Subject matter? Like inspiration, that sort of thing?”

“Gah. Yes.” He smacks his forehead. “Stupid, stupid.”

You grab his hand mid-smack. “Stop it. You’re not stupid.”

He wasn’t always so critical of himself. His sighs and aggravated pacing has clearly ramped up, just in the last day or two. Maybe Jin shouldn’t have gone.

“I wish I had your brain, Y/n. You’re so smart.”

“Your brain works just fine, Kook.”

“But yours works better.”

You cup his hand in yours and reach down to cup the other. His palms are sweating, which you didn’t think was possible. He’s never been this nervous in front of you. Sure, he’s learning, but he’s always been driven and confident. You admire that about him. He never seems to let the world weigh him down.

“My brain doesn’t work better. Why do you think that?”

His head is hung low, a little defeated. “You know, uh, so much.”

“I’m older than you. I’ve had more time to learn.”

“Hm. I see.”

You give his hands a little shake to wake him from this self-deprecating state. The oxygen leaves the room when his smile fades.

“I know some things, and you know some other things.”

He looks at you with his wide glassy eyes, so kind and curious.

“It doesn’t mean I’m smarter and it definitely doesn’t mean I’m better,” you continue. “And you’re so motivated. You have passion, Kook. Do you know what that means—passion?”

He nods and quirks a shy smile at the corner of his plush lips. “Yes.”

“Perfect.” You give his hands a squeeze and release them. “Then let’s get started, yeah?” You pull out a fresh piece of watercolor paper from his shoulder bag and sit on a barstool beside him. You lean on your elbows to get a closer look at the painting he’s working on, and he catches a glimpse of your cleavage as you press your arms together.

Jungkook audibly swallows. He tries to relax his shoulders in a heavy sigh, stretching out his neck. If it isn’t your presence that gets his heart rate up, then it’s the way you look at him. His eyes dart between the paper and your beautiful eyes as they curve delicately when you smile. 

It wasn’t always like this. You used to brush him off like a pestering fly. You once looked down on him with this holy aura draped around your shoulders, like you owned the world and merely allowed him to live in it.

“Kook?”

Your fresh piece of paper crumples beneath his palm. He must have placed his hand there and didn’t notice. “Ss-sorry. Um…”

“What’s wrong, Kookie?”

He grabs a new piece of watercolor paper for you and replaces the ruined one. “Just, never taught before.” The tips of his ears turn crimson and his skin heats. “And, you make me…” He tilts his head to the ceiling. “Nervous.”

Now it’s time for your ears to flush. “Wha—I make you nervous?”

He nods, shyly looking at you under his large black hoodie.

“You’re the artistic mastermind, the infamous JK. Picasso who? I’m the one that should be nervous.”

“Okay, okay.” He can’t hide the smile spreading across his face. He’s no stranger to compliments, but it feels different when you do it.

“I’m here to learn, so don’t let me distract you. Right now, you’re the teacher.”

Jungkook rubs his hands together like he’s warming up to pitch as a baseball game. “Okay, let’s get it!”

The first lesson starts off smoothly. You go back and forth discussing different painting mediums and even try out a couple swatches to see which works best for your vision.

“What is your vision for this painting, Kook?” You dab at a speck of acrylic paint on your wrist.

“Vision…”

He flicks his pencil across the page a few more times and thinks it over.

“You know, what do you want to paint? What’s your muse?”

“Muse?”

“Your inspiration.”

“Oh—You.” He says without hesitance. 

“…me?”

“I paint you, you paint me. We’ll practice…portraits.” He quirks his head at you to read your expression.

“Yeah, that sounds like fun, I guess.” You follow his expert hands as he already begins tracing the outline of your face. “But don’t judge too harshly. Remember, I’m a beginner.” You point your finger at the younger man and he nods, already locked in full concentration.

An hour passes in a blink and you’ve almost forgotten that you were supposed to be painting too. You were enamored by the speed and efficiency of Jungkook’s brush strokes. In less than twenty minutes he moved from his pencil sketch to a mixture of watercolor and oil paints.

“Noona, look at me, yeah?”

“Oh, okay.” You’re about to turn your head, but his hand skims your cheek to guide you exactly where he needs you to look.

His eyes are extra dark and narrowed in concentration.

“So serious,” you poke, scrunching your eyebrows to mimic his expression.

He tries to stay focused but your silly face makes him smile. “Shh, almost finished.”

“Oop—okay, back to business.” You pinch your fingers in a line across your lips like you’re zipping them shut, then brush your hair back with one hand to give him a better look at your face. “You’re supposed to be teaching me though. Remember?”

Without looking away from you he continues to make his finishing strokes on the paper below. “I got…distracted…” His voice trails off.

You lean forward on your elbows to get closer to him. You try inching closer and closer to psych him out and throw him off his game, but his eyes continue to scan every feature of your face for a few solid minutes before calmly placing the brush aside.

“Hah!” You lift your arms in a silent cheer, congratulating yourself for breaking his concentration. “Got you. I win—“

You’re cut short by his hot lips pressing against your own. It takes you by surprise, catching your breath at the back of your throat. Breathing in through your nose, you inhale his natural scent mixed with a gentle touch of fabric softener. It takes you a moment to process what’s happening, and when you come to your senses, you can’t will yourself to stop. Instead, you let him stand from his stool to hold your body close to his. You tangle your hand in his hair and softly scratch his scalp for balance as his hands timidly explore your back.

His body is so warm. You can feel his heart beating rapidly as he presses your chests together. Your mouthes part and you let him explore even more of you, granting him access to glide his tongue against yours in a deeper kiss. It isn’t until you are both lost for breath that you break away, staring at each other with lusting, hooded eyes.

“Noona, can I…?” His shaking slender fingers lightly trace the buttons of your shirt.

You can’t find your voice to answer back, so you smile, wordlessly giving him permission to open your button-down. Carefully, he pops each button, moving down until your shirt slides off your arms and onto the floor. Today just happens to be one of those days when you didn’t wear a bra. From the look on Jungkook’s face, he’s shocked by your decision.

He doesn’t touch you right away. He just stares at you, scanning your half-naked body with immense interest. It isn’t until you guide his nervous hand to cup your breast that he remembers what to do.

“Kookie, touch me. It’s okay.” You release his hands and let him gently palm you with care, rolling your sensitive buds between his fingertips. His eyes are wide and curious and his bottom lip is tucked loosely between his adorable bunny teeth.

“You feel good, Noona. So…warm…” He licks his lips when you arch your back into his touch. You’re so close to that time of the month that your skin is heightened with sensitivity. Every little scratch and pinch is heaven.

“Do you want me to touch you too, baby?” You really can’t resist asking. He looks so cute and innocent.

Jungkook’s mind goes numb at the sound of his new pet name. He doesn’t know how to express it, but he needs you to know the effect you have on him. He nests his hips between your legs so you can feel his already rock-hard length pressing against his black jeans.

“A-again?” His pouty lips beg you sweetly.

“Hm, what? ‘Baby?’”

“Mhm..” Jungkook groans and involuntarily bucks hard against your core.

God, it would be torture to try and pull back now. He’s absolute putty in your hands when you roll your hips against his length. He’s moaning into your ear, utterly wrecked. You’ve never been in this position before. You want to be dominant and take what you need. If he sounds this sexy just from grinding, you’re dying to know how he sounds when you make him cum.

You roll your hips once more. “Does that feel good, baby boy?”

He can’t seem to control his lust a second longer as he dips down to capture your nipple between his teeth, teasing between light and hard pressure. He flattens his tongue against the tender bud and laps it in and out of his hot mouth, sucking loudly. He looks up and grows even harder at the sight of your blissed face. You feel so good, you swear you could cum if he kept going.

“Kookie, be good for me, okay?”

He detaches his hungry mouth from your chest, lips damp and rosy. “I’ll be good.” He nods his head. His eyes are wide and patient, waiting for instruction.

You’re compelled to pull him into a slow kiss, savoring the feel of his pout melting into you. His compliance and devotion to serving you go beyond anything you’ve ever experienced romantically. The soft spot in your heart gets even softer. You barely break away, just far enough to whisper to him. “Do you want me to touch you, baby boy? Want your Noona to make you feel so good?”

“Yes, yes, pleaseee.” His breathless begging tickles your lips. It’s all you need to stand from your stool and guide him to sit up on the counter. He shimmies his jeans down to his knees and lets you take care of the rest, sliding his boxer-briefs down too.

“So eager, huh?” You glide your hand along his shaft and feel him twitch beneath your fingertips. “You’re so big, Kookie, I don’t know if I can fit around you.” You genuinely don’t know, mentally taking note of yet another one of his unexpected traits. You lick your palm and dribble a pool of saliva directly onto his cock.

“Mm—oh,” his moans get louder, nice and needy as you wrap your hand around him. He can’t even wait for you to move on your own, lifting his hips and rutting into your palm. “Mm, it’s so wet, fuck. Noona, Noona, fuck it’s too good.” He slips into his native language, too horny to focus on translating. 

Lately, you’re all he can think about when he touches himself. This sight of you nested between his legs and jacking him off is blowing any fantasy he had completely out of the water.

“God, baby boy, you’re so close already. Look at that pretty pre-cum dripping over my fingers.” You pump him fast, putting the focus on his tender and aching tip. 

His head falls back when you spit directly onto his cock and lather the saliva up and down his full length. Using your other hand, you use some of the moisture to roll his balls tight against the base of his dick, squeezing gently until tears prick at the corners of his eyes. 

“You want to cum, huh?” He feels full to burst, balls aching in your palm. It’s flattering, really. How easily you could get him to his breaking point. You can’t wait to see what he looks like when he reaches his peak. “Want to show your Noona how much you like her?”

“Like her so m-much.” He stammers, unable to form coherent sentences. “Please, oh—need to—“ He leans forward and rests his head against your shoulder and laps hot open-mouthed kisses onto your neck. “I can, Noona? P-please.”

“Yes baby, you’ve been so good. Cum for me.” He bites and sucks your neck hungrily and holds you tight as you work him through his orgasm, steadily pumping slower and slower as his seed spills over your fist with wet smacks.

“Gah—that was so good. I needed that so bad, Noona, you have no idea. I’ve wanted you to touch me for so long. God, you’re beautiful.” He spills his praise into your ear, unobstructed by translation, just stream-of-consciousness praise after what was probably the best orgasm he’s ever experienced. 

He tilts his head, still resting against your shoulder, and gives you the softest, loving peck. “Thank you, Noona.”

You hold him safely as he basks in his afterglow. Your mind starts to sober the longer you hold him, reality setting in rapidly. 

Here you are, in the center of your own coffee shop, half-naked, wrapped around your pantless employee. You feel your arousal sticking to your panties, so you adjust your stance to try and distract your mind.

The low background music of the shop sings to you a familiar song. It’s pleasant—a catchy acoustic tune, and it reminds you of Jin. It makes you think of how he’d react if he knew what you were doing. Just what are you doing?

“Fuck—What am I doing?” You whisper off to the side through gritted teeth, soft enough that Jungkook asks what you said. “Oh…uh—nothing.” You shake your head and look at the wall clock to check the time.

He stirs in your embrace and reaches over the countertop to tear off a paper towel from the spool. Without prompting, he dabs at the mess on your hand. Even after cumming, he’s still shaking like a leaf, hands trembling as they hold yours. He keeps looking at your face and then back down to your hand as he cleans off his release.

“Sorry…” He begs your forgiveness with the sweetest smile as he dries your hand with another paper towel.

“It’s okay, Kook.” You glance around the room absently. It’s not okay—what the fuck?? You can’t even look him in his large doe eyes. It’s not that you don’t want to, it’s just suddenly so hard to face him after what you did to him. You knew what you were doing, getting close to him.

“We should…” You trail off, nodding towards the front door.

“Yeah,” he says sheepishly, hopping down from the counter and yanking his boxers and pants up over his hips.

“It’s pretty late, so…”

“Okay. Yeah.” He drops his gaze to the ground, shuffles his heels around in his shoes until they’re snug on his feet, then looks back up at you.

You both stare at each other, not knowing what to say or what to do, so you lean in and give him a peck on the cheek. Your lips burn to kiss his more, but you don’t.

“We should talk about this…later.” You nervously fiddle with the hem of your shirt, suddenly acting like a little schoolgirl. “I’m…just so tired, you know?”

Jungkook wraps you in a comforting hug and returns the peck on your cheek. “Okay, Noona.” He holds your clammy hand. “It’s okay.” 

His words somehow make it better, but you still feel this aching pit in your stomach, like you really fucked up this time. You can’t reel in the thoughts bouncing around in your mind; you’re worried and confused, and everything in between. It’s Jin, it’s the shop, it’s your reputation, not to mention feelings you haven’t felt in a really long time, and even god-damned Yoongi somehow slipped in there amongst the chaos. It’s a mess, whatever the hell you just stirred up.

You both walk side-by-side out of the front door, Jungkook’s arm lazily wrapped around the small of your back. He watches you lock the door, then holds you outside in the dark night, alone together. He soothingly rubs your back, and it feels so gentle and kind like he knows you’re struggling. 

His body still trembles and you assume it can only be because the cold night air, but then you hear him part his lips to speak, and a quiet confession spills out.

“I…love you.”

Day 6

You’re awakened by heavy drops of rain smattering your bedroom window and thunderclaps shaking your small apartment. If Jin were home right now he would—

—Gah. But he’s not home right now. And you’re alone in your bed, exhausted.

You woke up so many times throughout the night, you’d be surprised if you got an accumulative three hours of rest. You fumble beneath your pillow and pull out your phone:

Y/N: I’m dying. What time does your flight land?

…

Kim Shoulders: It’s that bad over there, huh?

Y/N: Don’t answer my question with another question, Kim Seokjin.

Kim Shoulders: You used my full name—uh oh, it’s worse than I thought.

…

Your phone vibrates in your hand. Its Jin, requesting to FaceTime. If you cared for a second what you looked like, you might have declined, but Jin has seen you in much worse states. You thumb over to accept the call and pull the covers over your chest and up to your chin, looking oh so sad and alone in your big bed. As always, once his face pops onto your phone screen, you’re the first to talk.

“Are you insane? This call is going to cost you a fortune.”

“Ah-ha, I knew it. You look like you’re about to cry.” He combs his hand through his hair with a cocky smile on his face. “I knew something was wrong.”

“Wha—no! Am not!” You didn’t even notice the welled tears blurring your vision until he calls attention to it.

“You can’t lie to me. I can literally see your face right now.”

You turn the camera away from you, towards the wall. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“You didn’t answer mine.”

You sigh heavily, quite dramatic. “It’s fine, Jin. I’m fine.”

“So you’re not going to tell me?”

“Nope.”

“Fine, then why don’t you visit Yoong? You gotta talk to someone if you’re not gonna talk to me.” He threatens this, knowing how much you’d hate to resort to confiding in Yoongi, of all people.

“How could that possibly help? His idea of empathy is to fall asleep in the middle of me talking or just sit motionlessly and judge.”

“It’s his specialty.”

You turn the camera back to face you now that the tears have absorbed back into your eyes. “So how’s the reunion? Plenty of inappropriate and heated discussions over current affairs, I’m sure.”

“Of course. Uncles are the same in every culture.” Jin laughs to himself and shakes his head. “Honestly, I’m a little sick of everyone here. I really miss the shop. Is that weird?”

You fake gag and then smile when you hear Jin’s laughter over the line. “No,” you laugh along with him. “No, it’s not weird. And you’ll be happy to know I didn’t catch anything on fire. The shop will be here when you get back.”

Jin holds his hand to his cheek and fawns over the good news. “My hero!”

“And your dick-wad back-up Yoongi did absolutely nothing, so kudos for that.”

“Meh, he wasn’t there to do actual labor. He was more of a spy. Let’s call him…my inside man.”

You scoff. “What, you don’t trust me?” Your own words make your eyes water just a bit. Of course, he doesn’t trust you. Why should he?

He just smiles at you and doesn’t acknowledge your question. He only asks—“How’s Jungkook doing?” His genuine smile pulls at your heartstrings.

Jin really cares about him, like a brother. It makes you even more upset to just imagine the look of disappointment he’ll have when he finds out what you did to his star employee. All of his hard work mentoring and training him, probably all for naught.

And Jungkook. You doubt he’ll want to carry on now that you’ve messed with his head. What—he thinks he loves you? He’s only 21…22? Honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if he forgot those three little words overnight. It felt so awkward before you two parted ways; holding each other and not saying a word for what felt like hours. He was probably thinking of a thousand ways to take it all back.

“He’s good.” You focus on your muscles to force a lopsided smile.

“Hm..” Jin thrums his fingers on the tip of his chin and turns his body to angle the camera better. As he turns, that’s when you see a couple of contemporary office chairs in the background.

“Wait—where are you?” For the first time, you notice the room Jin’s in. The second thing that catches your eye is the avant-garde painting on the wall behind him. It’s too modern to fit into the aesthetic of his parent’s house. His Mom’s eclectic taste would never stand for such a lifeless and drab piece of art. “Why aren’t you at your parent’s house?”

His eyes widen at your observation and he fumbles with his phone, nearly dropping it on the floor. “Oop—crkkk.” He mimics the sound of static, forgetting you can see him doing so. “Going over a bridge…I think you’re cutting out…”

“I can see you, idiot—“

“Crkkk…uh, hate when this happens. Sorry Y/n, I gotta go!” 

And like that, in typical Jin fashion, he ends the call.

At the shop, the day dragged on painfully slow. The rain seemed to have deterred any potential customers, who were seemingly too warm and cozy in their homes to step foot in the torrential downpour. This gave you plenty of time to just stare out the window and wonder what you were going to say to Jungkook when you saw him next. 

You haven’t had the chance to even see him since he took the day off, texting you shortly after you hung up the phone with Jin.

Jeon JK: Hi Y/n.

The simple intro killed you a little, not to mention the lack of his standard honorific ‘Noona.’

Jeon JK: Can’t work today. Sorry.

Just as you expected—he was pushing away.

Y/N: You okay Kook?

Jeon JK: I’m okay.

No, he was running away. Just ‘okay?’ You wish you could say the same about yourself. 

Y/N:  Well, thank you for letting me know. Talk later, yeah?

Jeon JK: Okay.

And just like that, the conversation was dead. For the rest of the day, you helped the occasional customer and stared at Jungkook’s painting of you from the night before. In your opinion, he painted you in a very favorable light. It was sweet, seeing you through his eyes.

At the end of the workday, you closed the shop doors and followed your feet to a place you hadn’t been in years.

Yoongi opens his front door and looks shocked to see you standing on his doorstep. His eyes widen at the sight of you dripping wet and at his front door. 

Your clothes are soaked from the rain and sticking to your body. From the looks of it, you were in such a rush you didn’t bother grabbing a jacket or umbrella. Your cheeks and nose are tinged red, and your eyes are a little puffy.

“Y/n, um…”

You lift your hand and shake a bottle of red wine.

“Sorry, it’s bottom-shelf, but it’ll give us a good buzz.”

He takes a bottle from you and inspects the label.

“Ah, yes, 2019. Good year.” He chuckles and shakes his head. “What’s the occasion?”

“No occasion.” Your eyes well with new tears, but you choke them back and smile through it. You lift a bottle opener from your purse and hand it to him. “Are you going to let me in or watch me freeze to death?”

He laughs and steps aside to let you walk past. “Hey, hey.” Yoongi pulls you over to the kitchen. “Take off those wet clothes and I’ll toss them in the laundry. Don’t want you dripping all over my new carpet.”

“And they said chivalry was dead.” You slip your soaked shirt up over your head and plop it on the tile floor.

Yoongi laughs and pulls a fresh hand towel from a nearby drawer. “Here, dry off while I grab you something to wear.”

You slip off your heavy jeans and kick them to the side. You stand there in just your bra and underwear and lift your eyebrows when Yoongi returns, mouth agape.

You roll your eyes and tap the bottom of his chin. “C’mon, Min. Like you haven’t seen me in my underwear.

“It’s been a while.” He visibly gulps and you notice his eyes widen as he skims down your body. “Have your tits gotten bigger?”

“Ugh, barf.” You grab the clothes from Yoongi’s arms and slip on a pair of his sweats and a plain black long-sleeve. He has a slim waist, so your ass barely fits, but the shirt drapes low and gives you back a bit of modesty.

You walk over to the counter, uncork the bottle of wine and lift it to your lips.

“One of those nights, huh? Skipping the glasses and drinking straight from the bottle?”

“One of those nights.”

You chug a few large gulps. It’s terribly bitter and has a dry aftertaste, but you can already feel the effects of the alcohol numbing your worried mind. You pass the bottle to Yoongi who chugs to match your pace.

In a blink, the bottle is empty and cast carelessly on the floor. You lazily flop onto the living room couch and drape your legs over Yoongi’s lap. You’d prefer it to be Jin’s lap. He wouldn’t slide his hand up your thigh, which is where Yoongi is headed, full steam ahead.

“Why did Jin send you anyways?” You say in an almost undetectable slur. “I do fine on my own.”

“When you want the job done right, you gotta call in the best.” Yoongi puffs out his chest and flexes a bicep in an exaggerated way.

“Puh-lease. If only Jin knew how much of a big help you’ve really been. Non-stop siestas in the back room, fiddling with your laptop…”

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “At least I know how to have fun.” His small smile grows even wider, knowing exactly what buttons to push. He thrums his fingers on your thigh. “We can’t all be as productive as your golden boy, JK.”

You stiffen at his remark. You almost forgot about Jungkook, just for a moment. 

“He’s not my golden boy.”

“Hm, could have fooled me. You’re always talking about him.” Yoongi heightens the pitch of his voice to mock you. “Your English is really improving, Jungkook. Wow, you did such a good job with that customer, Jungkook. Thank you for sucking my dick, Jungkook. Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook.”

“I don’t sound like that, asshole.” You pinch his side and he involuntarily flexes, nearly jabbing you in the eye, just grazing your skin roughly.

“Shit—sorry!” Yoongi shoves your legs off his lap and leans in close to inspect your eye. “One…aaand two. Whew, it’s okay, you still have two eyes.”

“What a relief.”

“I’ll say.”

The room grows silent aside from the rhythmic jostle of the dryer turning your damp clothes in circles. Yoongi’s eyes are transfixed on yours, and you think he’s still concerned with your eye until he presses his lips to yours. It’s rough, uncalculated yet familiar. When he pulls back, you lean closer. It’s selfish, but you need clarity.

Lips still locked, Yoongi guides you forcibly by the curve of your hips to straddle his leg. “You thought about my offer then?”

You point at the empty bottle on the floor. “Thought it was a bad idea, but here we are.”

“Here we are."

“Still think I need someone to control?” You ask, genuinely intrigued. Jungkook’s needy begging still numbs your mind with unwarranted power and you feel immense guilt for taking advantage.

Yoongi lightly wraps his fingers around your neck and pulls you into a fierce kiss. “That, or someone needs to control you.” His voice dips down a few octaves and you feel his gaze grow fierce. “You’re such a little brat, showing up to my apartment unannounced.” He grazes his teeth across your jaw and nips the expanse of your soft neck, down to your collarbones. “What am I going to do with you?”

You lean over his lap and allow him to yank down your pants, baring your ass to the cold night air. He’s very much in control, even after sharing a whole bottle of wine.

“Just make me cum, Min. It’s not rocket science,” you say cooly. You don’t mean to suck any semblance of romanticism from the room, but it’s always been down to business between you two. It’s been a rough and confusing day.

“I know what you need, princess.” He gives you a smart spank across your ass, hard enough to cause a bright red welt in the shape of his hand. He loves seeing your skin respond to his touch and the way you moan when he gets rough. “Ask nicer and I’ll give it to you.”

“Just—Ugh, you’re so difficult. Please.”

“Not the best, but I’ll accept it.” He spanks you one more time and you yelp in response. “Good girl. Now let’s see if I remember how to make you cum.”

Yoongi slides two slicked fingers across your folds, teasing into your heat before punishing you with hard and fast pumps. You moan at the sensation as it becomes too much and not enough.

“See what you were missing?” He pumps his fingers in and curls on the way out. His other hand occasionally slapping your ass or tugging your hair to look at him. “Tell me you love this.”

You sniffle back a fresh wave of tears. It’s hard not to cry when you can still hear and feel Jungkook’s soft pants against your neck as he came into your hand. It’s impossible to shake him from your mind, even now while Yoongi’s fingers thrust in and out of you.

“Can you…just fuck me?” You beg, needing more. You wrap your hand around his clothed length and feel him harden under your touch.

Yoongi shoves you off his lap and bends you over the couch arm, pulling your arms behind your back. “Keep these here and don’t fucking move. I know you can be a good girl when you want to be.” He claws open a nearby drawer and rummages around.

You hold still. Your mind is swimming. Noona, feels so good. Jungkook’s praises made you ache. Those saccharine moans tumbling off his cherry lips. All you want to do right now is tell him how good he is. He really is too good.

Jin trusted you. You thought you could trust yourself, but Jungkook's warm lips on your skin felt electrifying and new. The second you took charge, he gave himself to you without hesitance. You were needed in a way you’ve never been before, and he begged for it. Your heart skips beat at the thought.

“Shit,” Yoongi seethes between clenched teeth. “Out of condoms.”

You sit back on your heels and rake your hands through your hair. “Fuck.” 

What am I doing? What am I DOING?

Yoongi palms his stiff erection over his pants.“Can we just…” His words drift off; his dominating exterior fading as he sees tears well in your eyes. “If I knew you were coming over I would have—”

“No, no, it’s okay.” You slowly pull the borrowed sweats up over your hips and sit upright on the couch. "It’s my fault. You know, showing up…like this.” The chafe of fabric against your bruised bum is a little uncomfortable. The awkward silence is even worse.

Yoongi adjusts his hard length to lay upright, giving himself just a bit of relief without being touched. He doesn’t want to care, but he can’t help his bubbling curiosity.

“Why did you come here, Y/n?”

“I…Just needed to get my mind off something.” You adjust your bra.

“Worried about the shop? Worried about Jin?“

“No, no, it’s not Jin.” You tug on the cuff of the shirt and straighten out the sleeve until it’s overlapping your hand. It’s comforting and smells fresh. The warmth feels nice too. “I mean, I guess I’m worried about Jin too. I don’t know.”

“What happened?”

“What makes you think something happened?”

“You’ve been crying.”

“Have not.”

“Your eyes are puffy and red.”

You cover your eyes and give his chest a nudge.

“Plus, you haven’t tried to pick a fight with me once since you showed up. Either something happened or you’re feeling sick.” He places his hand against your forehead and rests it there for a second before you swat it away. “Hah—nope, no fever.”

“Know-it-all.”

Yoongi winks and pulls you to rest against his chest. He buries his face in your hair and breathes in light notes of coconut shampoo and just a touch of musk. Hmm, he hums. Interesting. “So what’s his name?”

Your eyes shoot up to his face and your mouth drops open. He has a kiddy smirk on his lips like he just discovered your dirty little secret.

“You have a fresh hickey on the back of your neck, babe. And we both know I didn’t touch you long enough to put it there.”

Your face burns scarlet; it feels hot beneath the long-sleeved shirt now. “Well, shit.” All you can do is nod and give him props for figuring it out so quickly. The cheeky fucker.

“Anyone I know?”

It’s quiet in the room, aside from the hard taps of rainfall against the living room window. Is it easier to lie or just come clean? He’ll figure it out either way.

“Jungkook,” you whisper. His name barely leaves your lips, but Yoongi hears you clearly. His eyes widen in a bit of visible shock.

“The kid?”

“He’s…not a kid.” You nervously adjust the collar of the shirt, suddenly feeling as if it could suffocate you.

Yoongi stares at you with calm eyes and purses his lips together tight. It’s something he does when he’s trying to assess a situation without passing judgment. But his silence speaks volumes.

“Just say it.” You break the awkward staring battle. “I fucked up. I know you’re dying to say it.”

He shakes his head, loosens his grip around your shoulders and walks to the hallway drying machine. He brings your steaming clothes back to the couch and drops them at your side.

“it’s not satisfying when you say it first.”

“Dick!” You grab your warm pants and whip him with the floppy legs. The sheer velocity in which you flail the fresh denim is comical. Yoongi and Jin often make fun of your lack of upper-body strength, to which you give them a good punch to the shoulder and try to prove them wrong.

Yoongi laughs and snatches the pants out of your hands. “I mean, come on. Jungkook?” He combs his hand through his tussled hair and brushes it off to the side. “Is that your type now?”

You raise your eyebrows at the question. What is your type? Does a type exist? When you sucked off your prom date, who roughly pulled your hair and called you his dirty little slut, was that your type? Or was your type the aloof Tinder guy that lived with his mom and didn’t believe in kissing on the first date? You never saw yourself as a girl who had a type.

“He’s really sweet,” you sheepishly reply. It’s unlike you to fold or become shy, especially in front of Yoongi.

“Sweet?” Yoongi cocks his head at you. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you use that word to describe anything other than pastries. Are you going soft?”

“Maybe—er…a little.”

Maybe you’re losing your mind and you can’t blame the wine; the residual alcohol in your system is fading but the minute. Your mind flicks through little moments with Jungkook that makes you feel…different—

—like when he gives you his undivided attention and stares admirably with his dark and curious eyes, your heart falls to the pit of your stomach and lose your train of thought. You crack at the way your name rolls off his tongue in his controlled and airy tenor; like it is a delicate and sacred prayer, made only to pass through his lips. And when he touches you, even if he isn’t touching you, the warmth of his skin makes you nervous and expectant. He makes you feel needed, even when you need him more.

“I don’t know what to do.”

“Always indecisive.” He shrugs. “But that’s what keeps it interesting between us, right?” 

You watch as he twiddles his thumbs in his lap, his eyes fanning over his silver wristwatch. This is probably the longest you’ve ever been alone together without fucking or fighting.

“You’re not jealous?”

“A little.” He points his finger at you and squints one eye. “But don’t read too far into it, princess. As much as I love fucking you, I’d much rather be your nemesis. We have a good thing going here.”

“Bickering and teasing each other, pretending we hate it?”

“Exactly.” Yoongi scoots on the couch close to you and places his hand back on your thigh.

“What do I do, Min? He’s my employee.”

“You’re asking the wrong guy. I never wrote my dating code of conduct.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you. “You know this well enough.”

You roll your eyes for the umpteenth time. “It’s never too late.” You pet his thigh in return, trying to take the heat off your own back for a second. “Ever thought about finding a nice girl and settling down?”

He dramatically recoils. “Hey—Don’t make this about me.” Yoongi wags his finger at you, again for good measure. “You’re fucking your employee, Miss Morals.”

“We didn’t fuck! Well, not really…” Your voice trails on, distracted by the vivid memory of Jungkook’s hot breath in your ear.

“If you didn’t fuck then what are you stressing about?”

Your neck feels hot and you constrict tight around a lump in your throat. “He said he...loved me.”

Yoongi adjusts his posture by your side, turning his body to face you better. “Did you say it back?”

“No…”

“But you wanted to.”

You nod, small and shy.

Yoongi sighs and flicks you at the back of the arm, just like you do to him to pester. “Then get the hell out of my apartment and seduce that poor boy.”

You can’t believe Yoongi of all people is telling you what you want to hear. “You’re kidding. You really think this is a good idea?”

“Good? No, it’s a terrible idea.” He smiles when your eyebrows crinkle. “Monogamy is a social construct. I don’t believe you should have to choose.” He winks and shoots you a finger-gun.

“Ugh, barf.” You pretend to gag.

“Just had to throw that out there one last time.” He laughs when you try to punch his arm.

You stand up from the couch, gathering your dry clothes in a hurry. “Well Min, you’ve been as helpful as always.” You smile at his cocky smirk. “No, actually, that came off as sarcastic. You really have been helpful.”

“Uh oh, who have I become? Jin?”

“You could never.” 

You bend down and give him a half-hug. It’s a little awkward showing friendly affection to your unofficial nemesis, but you’re willing to give it a shot. “Bye, Yoong.”

“Bye, princess.”

You practically skip out the door with renewed courage and fire in your veins. The rain has died down, for now, allowing you enough time to power-walk back to your flat. It’s late—the moon shining brightly high above, lighting your way to the front steps of your complex. You’re about to climb up, but you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket.

Jeon JK: Where are you?

Your hands shake as you reply.

…

Y/N: Just got home.

Y/N: I meant to call you, actually. I think we should talk.

Jeon JK: Now?

…

You didn’t expect him to be so eager to speak. He replies again before you have the chance to respond—

…

Jeon JK: Noona, please.

Jeon JK: Want to see you.

Jeon JK: You want to see me?

...

You’re about to say yes, but his next message pops up—

Jeon JK:

…

Fuck. It’s worse than you thought. Seeing his face pop up on your screen, so cute and needy. It’s official, he still loves you.

You send him your location pin and quickly respond with “Yes, please come over. Unit #1.”

…

You run upstairs and try to tidy up as much as possible. 

There are clothes all over the floor which you shove into your hamper and hide in the closet. There are dishes in the sink which you sloppily scrub and stack into the washing machine. And there is your vibrator laying out on your bed which you toss under the pillow. 

You light a candle or two and set the mood as much as you can without looking like you tried too hard. You only wish you had more time to prepare when you hear your door handle shake to open. Then you hear keys fiddling in the lock.

“Jungkook? Honey, I’m coming. Hold on.”

Just as you reach the door, it pops open. Your jaw hits the floor when Jin walks in, arms full of tote bags, and a suitcase trailing behind.

“I could barely hear you through the door. Did you call me honey? What the hell, I knew you missed me, but let’s not get carried away.” Jin smiles when he sees your shocked expression. He was dying to tell you he snagged an earlier flight, but the look on your face made it all worth it.

“Uh—Jin!”

“Y/n!” He mimics the tone of your voice.

You stumble to help him bring in his bags, nearly dropping a tote in the process.

 “I thought you were landing tomorrow, what happened?” You dip your head outside the front door and look around suspicious before stepping back inside and locking it behind you.

“Caught an earlier flight just to scare you.” He notes your clumsy strides across the room to set down his things. “I see it worked like a charm.”

“Yeah, just didn’t expect you to—“

“—Also, did you call me Jungkook? I swear I heard you say his name.”

“No, uh, I—“

You’re cut off by the sound of a knock at your door. Jin looks over at you with his eyebrow quirked.

“Expecting company?” He walks over to the door and unlocks the latch.

“No, Jin, don’t—”

“Why are you being so weird? It’s probably just the Jehovah witness’ again.” He pulls open the door, coming face-to-face with his apprentice. He turns to look at you; your face bright red. Then he turns back to Jungkook.

“H-hi, Jin-ssi.” Jungkook greets the older man in his native language.

Jin returns the greeting with a slow wave of his hand. “Jungkook. What…uh. What brings you to my home so late at night?”

Jungkook leans in the doorway and looks at you past Jin’s shoulder. He shrugs and mouths in English, “What do I say?”

Jin steps out of the way and motions for Jungkook to come inside. “Okay, now you’re both being weird. Jin shuts the door behind the younger man and walks over to you. 

“Y/n, what the hell is going on? Why is Jungkook here?” He continues to look at you for an answer, and the panic in your eyes says everything he needs to know.

“I wanted to tell you before you came home, but—“

Jin walks past you and to the couch. He sits down with his head in one palm and his pointer finger motioning for a moment of silence. “I just need to process for a second. Hang on.”

“Hyung, I—” Jungkook begins to speak but is cut off by the older man. 

“There I was, all the way in Korea, worrying you were going to fire him.”

You jump in, trying to ease the tension. “I told you I wou—“

“Hang on.” He wags his pointer finger for one more moment. “So I thought you were going to fire him. But instead, you were fucking him?”

“Why does everyone keep saying that? We haven’t fu—“

“Woah, wait, everyone?”

“Oh for fuck's sake, stop cutting me off!” You give Jin a mellow shove to the arm. “I was saying...”

Jin laughs, bemused. “Who’s everyone? People know about this?”

“Just Yoongi.”

“Yoongi?” Like a bad comedy, both Jin and Jungkook answer at the same time.

“Noona,” Jungkook interrupts. “You..told him?”

“Sorry honey, it just sort of slipped out.”

“It’s going to take me more than a minute to get used to you calling him, or anyone, honey. What happened to you?” Jin puts his hand on your head to feel your temperature. “Are you sick? Did you hit your head on the sanitizer? You know, I warned you about running around by the sink. It was only a matter of time before—“

“Hyung,” Jungkook interrupts in Korean. “I need to speak with Y/n. Please.”

Jin looks at you for confirmation. “He wants to speak with you.”

You wordlessly give him a nod, pleading with your eyes for a bit of privacy.

“Uh, okay. Yeah, sure. I’ll leave you to it.” Jin gathers a few things into a tote bag and slings it over his shoulder. “Just so you know, this is super weird. Was not expecting this.”

Neither you nor Jungkook looks away from each other. You just wait for Jin to leave so you can talk things out. 

Jin rolls his eyes and walks out the door. “If anyone needs me, I’ll be at Yoongi’s for a while, I guess.” He catches your eye and mouthes “TEXT ME.”

Jungkook nods back at Jin as he slips out the front door. There’s a moment of silence that grows as you listen to Jin’s footsteps fade down the hallway. 

Jungkook is the first to talk.

“Yoongi is…hm, what’s the word?”

“Annoying?” You chime in.

“No…uh. Popular.”

You roll your eyes. “Not really.”

“You told him…about us.”

“Well, uh, yeah. I just stopped by his place earlier. Jin was busy so…I needed someone to talk to.”

Jungkook thinks over what he wants to say. He had a lot on his mind coming over to your place, but the sight of Jin really threw him off.

“Why didn’t you come to work today?” You jump in, not really sure of where to start either. You’re not quite ready to dive headfirst into the whole Yoongi saga.

“Nervous.” He shrugs. “To see you…again.” He shuffles his feet around in his shoes anxiously and looks you up and down. There’s something about your clothes that isn’t right and it distracts his eye.

“Pants.” He states calmly with a furrow of his brow. They aren’t yours, clearly. And from your confession of confiding in Yoongi just earlier today, Jungkook has already pieced together the semi-elaborate puzzle.

Yes, he’s aware of your past. Jin might have mentioned it once or twice in passing, completely unaware that it would only fuel Jungkook’s silent pining further. The first time he met Yoongi he couldn’t resist shaking his hand a little too tight to assert his dominance. It was juvenile and petty to dislike someone for touching you before you even met, yes, but he couldn’t help the way he felt.

 Each time Yoongi flirted or made you laugh was a fresh stab in Jungkook's side. What hurts him the most was you had no idea.

You look down and remember you’re still wearing Yoongi’s sweats from earlier. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You guess now is a better time as any to just come clean.

“I borrowed them…from Yoongi.”

He quirks his eyebrow. His hand twitches at this side. “Did he touch my Noona?"

His question is so sudden and unexpected that you choke on your breath.

“Why do you ask that?”

His eyes are black now, starring daggers. It’s a far departure from his soft honeyed eye smile. “Did he…”

“I...I was confused, after last night.” You turn your eyes down to the floor. “I had to be sure.” 

A swell of emotion pools in your eyes as you worry about how he might see you now. “I’m sorry—Oh god, baby, I’m so sorry.” A desperate tear rolls down your cheek as you reach out to hold him.

His facade falls at your instant remorse. As hurt as he may be at this moment, he’d do anything to dry your tears. He didn’t mean to make you sad. 

He lets you fall into his arms and bury your face in his chest. It’s all he’s ever wanted for months; the moment you choose him over anyone else. He can feel it in your touch and hear it in your voice that you’ve made your decision.

“You are mine now?” His voice starts strong but softens at the end. “I don’t like—uh…hm…” He searches for the word at the front of his mind. “I don’t like sharing.” He cards his fingers through your hair and pulls it back gently to look at you. “I want you. I love you, Noona.”

You lift your face, cheek still pressed tight to his chest, and let the words flow naturally. “I love you too, Kookie.”

He bashfully looks at you, past his long black lashes; his neck and ears warming to a light blush. It’s a look that drives you mad with desire. 

You just want to toss him on your bed and strip all his clothes off, feel him all over and ride him into the mattress. His doting face is so sweet it hurts your teeth, the way his perfect pout curls up to reveal his beautiful smile. 

He’s your baby and he wants to be loved, and the worst of it is he’s probably imaging the many ways he wants to fuck you too. You can surely sense it in the urgency in which he pulls you into a kiss.

He melds his lips to yours and you part to take him in fully. You savor the taste of him as you explore each other. It’s an overpowering rush of musk and deep notes of vanilla. You cling to his jacket tight, feeling dizzy and lustful. You want to own him completely, and for him to own you too.

With closed eyes, he parts your hungry kiss, just far enough so he can guide you back to where he assumes your room is, stripping off his jacket and shirt; his suspicion confirmed once he sees the hand-painted portrait he created for you the night before. It’s perched on your bedside vanity table, right next to the first gift he ever gave you—the signed sketch of an espresso machine.

“Want me to…touch you?” He backs you up to your bed. His eyes are wide, but shy no more. His pretty mouth trails up your neck and lightly nips at the hickey he left there last time, still prominent on your skin. “I want to, Noona. Make you feel…good.” He tongues over the hickey, making you moan his name softly.

“Yes, yes baby.” You break away to lay on your bed. “Please touch me. I’m all yours.” You peel off your shirt and Yoongi’s tight sweatpants, showing Jungkook the matching lace bra and panties you wore all day, thinking about him.

“Good girl.” He says in Korean, completely aware that you don’t understand him. He steps out of his jeans and toss them aside, standing before you at the foot of the bed in just his tight boxer briefs. “I’m going to fuck you so hard and make you scream. We’re going to wake up the neighbors. I want you to let them all know how good my cock destroys you.”

“Kookie, I don’t understand you.” You reach out to touch and pull him closer.

“I know, Noona.” He says this with confidence, palming his erection through his briefs. “I don’t know how to say to you…like this.” His length becomes even more prominent as you slide your bra straps down and unhook it at the back to free your breasts.

“Then show me, baby.” You trace the outline of your pussy with your fingers, just over the fabric, dying to replace them with his. It’s as if he can read your mind when he climbs onto the bed and pushes your legs farther apart.

“Lay back.”

“Okay.” You follow his instruction and lay back against a decorative pillow, propped up just enough to see his head bow between your thighs and lap open-mouthed kisses and nips closer and closer to your covered folds.

“More,” he prompts, pushing your legs so he can see more of you. When your legs fall completely open, he groans at the sight of your panties clinging to every dip and curve with your arousal. 

“I—Oh. I’m gonna…” He curls his fingers under the fabric and pulls it away from your slit, watching your wetness string away from your lips. “S-shit.” Your sweet scent fills his nostrils and coaxes him in to taste.

“Baby boy, oh god.” You lean forward a bit to watch his tongue glide up, gathering your essence and smoothing it over your bud slowly. He’s taking his time and letting you watch everything he’s doing.

“When I touch,” he says, eyes looking up, focusing on yours as he laps between words. “Beg…for me.”

You nod, enraptured in the way his tongue slowly glides in and out of your pussy. He’s so good at it, it’s hard not to wonder how many times he’s done it before. Based on your first impression of him, you assumed he was too timid to even unhook a bra.

“Get it?” His voice is deep now; very out of character. When he lifts his hips to grind down onto the mattress, you see how hard he is beneath his briefs. It’s distracting, seeing his length, so aroused and ready for you. 

You reach out and grip the sheets as he gives you a hard suck, fitting all of you in his mouth, then releasing you, tender and pink. “Noona,” he coos, slipping two fingers into your cunt, “Answer.”

But your mind is so gone with the added sensation, his mouth working you at the same rate as his long digits. “Y/n,” He commands your attention with a sharp smack to your inner thigh. It stings so well. The sensation ripples up to your core, making you clench tight around his fingers. “Don’t ignore. What’d I say?”

“Oh, um…beg. You want me to beg.”

He retracts his fingers from your heat and you whine at their absence.

“Please, please, don’t stop..”

“Tell me.”

“Ah…” You know exactly what you want but you’re not sure if he’ll give it to you. “Please baby, I can’t take it anymore. Need you to fuck me hard.”

“Good, Noona. More?

“Uh, um…yes, please. More.”

He eases two fingers back in and adjusts to bring in a third. You’re eager and wet, so he knows you can take it. The stretch feels so good, but they can’t replace the feeling of his cock buried deep inside you. You saw and felt all of him the night before and you just couldn’t it off your mind.

“Jungkookie,” you hold him at the wrist to grab his attention. “I want you to really fuck me.” You look at his face until you see a small smile creep across his lips. "Please, please, any way you want to.”

Music to his ears. With the taste of you heavy on his tongue, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last without holding your hands behind your back and taking you raw against your headboard. Actually… 

“Anything?” He asks, hoping he heard you right.

“Anything, honey. I just want to feel your cock inside of me, so bad.”

He gets jittery with excitement. Up until this point he’s been pleased to be your sweetest baby boy, but he wants to show you another side that’s equally exciting, maybe even more.

“Your knees.” He motions to your knees and demonstrates a kneeling position, bent over on the foot of your bed. You follow his lead. “And hold…” He points towards your feet and adjusts your hand to grip your ankles. This new position leaves your ass high in the air, burying your face down into the mattress.

“Like this?” You wiggle your bum a little to grab his attention.

“Yes, Noona.” He smooths his palm over your behind, taking note of the faint imprint of another hand. “Like that.” He can’t subdue the jealousy that bubbles deep inside with the image of Yoongi bending you over just like this and laying his hands on you.

He dips down to suck at your folds, tonguing your arousal from your core. This is his, now and forever. He unlatches his hot mouth from your heat and splays a new handprint over your asscheek to replace the one laid there before. It’s rough and passionate, a lot harder than he spanked you before.

You gasp at the sudden switch. You’re liking his dominant side, but it took you by surprise. “Oof—Baby, not so hard!” You raise your hand to rub at the welt now raising on your skin.

“Ready, Noona?” He pumps his hard cock in his fist. “Can I?"

“Mhm.” You want to let him have his way. Like many of his other surprising qualities, he’s very good at taking control. “…but be a good boy and put on a condom, okay?”

The mere suggestion is an insult to his good nature. If you want him, you’re getting all of him.

“No, Y/n.” His voice is stern.

You just assumed he didn’t hear you correctly, so you say it again. “You need a condom, Kookie. They’re in the drawer, to the right—“

“No, Noona. Doesn’t…feel good.” It’s not a lie, he never preferred the feeling of latex. However, he’s determined to make a mess of you that he never could with a condom. He wants to feel you hug all of him inside your tight walls, milking everything he has to give.

You want him so badly, you give up the fight almost instantly. “Promise you’ll pull out?”

He doesn’t understand your vernacular, but he’ll agree to anything as long as he can finally take you as his. “Okay, Noona.” He glides his tip at your entrance. “Promise.”

He releases a heavy breath as he finally eases in. You adjust your hands exactly where he instructed you earlier as to not receive another spanking. Right now you want no distractions from the heavenly feeling of his hard cock pushing into you, all the way until he’s nested as deep as your body will allow.

“Umpf—“ He groans softly as he begins to pump in and out. You feel him growing even harder once inside of you. He’s curved a little, the tip of his cock brushing gently against your sweet spot, causing pleasurable tingles to run up and down your legs. As he picks up the pace, his voice grows louder, moaning and gasping each time you suck him back in for more.

“Harder,” you beg. “Baby, fuck me harddd, please.” You really love his tender route and you’re sure you’ll have plenty of time to make love in the future, but you need to be claimed.

“Patient.”

“But Kookie—“

“Shh.” He holds his hand on your back and lets his bodyweight push you deeper into the mattress, raising your ass higher, giving him an even deeper angle to push in and out of your cunt. He touches each of your hands as a reminder to hold tight. If you want to get fucked, he’ll do it his way.

Steadily he begins driving into you harder. One hand remains on your back and the other grips you tightly at the waist. In and out, harder and harder, he’s sliding into you with such force that you lose track of which way is up. You close your eyes tight and listen to the erotic sounds leaving his mouth. He’s getting so loud you’re positive he’s woken at least one of your neighbors.

“J-jungkookie fuck, it’s so good baby boy. The way you use your big cock…”

“Like it?” He pries, knowing your answer before you’ve even processed it. He feels you tighten around him and it’s the first time he falters, unsure of how much longer he can go. 

“Scream, Noona.” He slips into Korean, too transfixed on railing into your tight pussy to do much else. “Scream my name. Squirt on my cock. Show me how bad you want me. F-fuck—it’s too good.”

You let go of all inhibition and begin panting his name each time he pushes into you. “Jungkook, Kookie, Kookie, baby yesss!—God…I’m almost…shit…” You let go of one of your ankles and quickly rub circles against your swollen clit. 

You’re so wet, easing your fingers to glide over and over until you can’t control your muscles. “I’m close, baby. I’m gonna…yeah, I’m gonna…you should pull…AH!” You’re caught off guard by your orgasm as it washes over you, powerful and blinding. You twitch involuntarily, streaming your own cum all over the younger man’s length. It’s only happened to you a couple times before, and never with a partner.

“Holy shit, Noona, oh fuck—you squirted all over me, that’s so hot. I’m c-cumming, Jesus, it’s just too good…” He holds you tight as he releases into you, digging his fingers in your hips with bruising force. “Take all of me…take it all. It’s yours. I love you so much…” He pumps the last bit of his seed into your clenching pussy, struggling to stay upright. Once he’s sure he’s released everything, he falls to your side and lovingly watches you roll onto your side. 

He’s happy to see your face but is met with quite a serious expression.

“Bad boy.” You scold and lightly grip his face in your hand. You make him look you in the eyes. “Did I give you permission to cum in me?”

Jungkook tilts his head at you and confusedly searches your eyes. “Cum?”

“Your mess, bunny.” You motion between your legs. Your cheeks warm as his eyes widen at the revelation.

“Oh, uh…N-no.”

“What did I say?” You cup his cheek in your palm and lovingly thumb over a thin scar embedded in his flesh.

“You told me. Uh…pull out.”

You nod and pet the back of his fluffy hair. He melts under your touch. It’s hard to stay mad at him for long. He knows better, but you understand he gets lost in his own world.

“Sorry…”

You draw his face down to your pussy, now creamy and dripping with his seed. “Clean up your mess, bunny.”

Jungkook faithfully crawls down your body and worships kisses down your flushed breasts, belly and inner thighs. He hovers over your sensitive clit and licks a teasing stripe up the center, earning a desperate moan of oversensitivity from your lips.

“Noona, you’re so sticky.” He laps your inner labia into his mouth and suckles a rope of thick white cum. He pulls up and brings his lips to yours.

“What are you—“

Just as you open your mouth to speak, he snakes in his tongue to feed you a taste.

“Mm…K-kook!” You gasp as he presses his tongue in deep, forcing you to swallow it down. His essence coats your throat. It’s still warm and tingles your tastebuds with fresh musk.

He presses a hot and breathy kiss against your lips. “Don’t you love it?” He’s speaking in Korean; a course whisper. His hungry eyes absorb your stunned expression.

He hooks a couple fingers down to gather more. You tense around the long digits as he slides in, pushing the fluid in deeper, then pulling out and bringing it up to examine closely. Your eyes widen as he takes one finger and licks it clean.

“Open.” He instructs. And you do, holding your eyes on his as you lay out your tongue. He pushes his other finger in and out of your mouth, making you salivate around his long digit, coaxing you to suck it clean. You comply and bob your head obediently, taking his finger as deep as you can, feeling your skin ignite with new heat.

The rate in which he switches from the sweetest baby boy to a grown man gives you whiplash. 

You’re used to calling the shots at the shop, but he makes it so easy to give up control. You don’t want it anymore. You want him to have it all. You tell him what he needs to hear. You want him to feel the truth in every word and know you need this just as bad.

He pulls out of your mouth to let you speak and pats your cheek dotingly with his palm.

“Tell me…you love it.” He presses his palms against the inside of your thighs to open you up further. Your muscles contract, causing a dribble of cum to slide down your lips. You don’t shy when he nips his bottom lip between his teeth and groans at the sight. “Filled up for me.”

“I do, Kookie.” You confess, embarrassed, hiding your face in your palms. But you know he lives to hear the words tumble past your lips. “I love feeling you inside me.”

He smiles wide, showcasing his big bunny teeth. It’s the most genuine and adorable sight that you’ll never get used to, already feeling your heart thud. You tug on his arm to cover your body with his. You wait until he’s cuddled safely in your embrace, his strong arms hugging you close in return. “I love you, Jungkook.”

His chin rests on your chest, balancing the weight of his head so he can look up at you with stars in his eyes. “I love you too, Noona.” He scoots forward to softly kisses your plush lips, slow and gentle, living in the moment. “Can I…uh. Can I still…work…with you?” He places another kiss at the curve of your cheek. “With Hyung too?”

“Of course you can, baby.” You thumb over his scar and place a kiss at the tip of his nose. You look over at your bedside vanity and nod over to the two paintings you adore the most. “But you have to really promise me that you’ll keep following your dreams. You can’t be an art school dropout. I won’t allow it.”

He rolls his eyes, a tsk slipping out of his pursed lips. “Yes, Mom.”

“I’m just saying, baby boy.” You give him a little pinch at the back of the arm; a subtle reminder to never roll his eyes at his Noona. “Never stop fighting.”

He catches a glimpse of what you’re referring to—the little note he wrote to you on the sketch of the espresso machine. 

He wraps you even tighter in his arms and smatters your face with a shower of kisses. His eyes lift to adorable crescents as his teeth poke out in a pleased smile. “Okay, Noona.” He gives you one last kiss and holds it there, with feeling. You’re what he’s needed, and now, he has you. 

“Always fighting.”

“Always?”

“For you, Noona. Always.”

“Baby, shh.” You touch your pointer finger to your pout and try to shake his hand from sneaking up your thigh any higher. He’s getting a little too handsy for company.

His mouth quirks to a devilish smirk. He licks his upper lip slowly and then bites down on the bottom one, holding his eyes on yours the whole time. “Jagiya,” he whispers against your bare shoulder. “I’ll paddle you if this party goes on much longer.”

“Jimin, please.” You tap your finger to your lips again to let him know he’s being too loud. “Just one more hour. Be patient.”

He looks to the boys animatedly chatting on the other side of the couch, still too engrossed in their conversation to pick up on what he’s doing.

“I’ve been patient,” he says in a lowered voice, deeper the more he thinks about just how patient he’s been with you. “I swear, tell me to be quiet one more time and I’ll bend you over that coffee table in front of everyone.” He nods towards the glass table at the center of the room.

You pretend not to hear him, and that’s when he realizes, he's been too patient with you. Your eyes keep flicking from him to the other guys and it’s making his skin itch.

Jin laughs loudly, head thrown back. Jungkook is mimicking Hoseok doing his freestyle dance in the Ego music video. Hoseok takes it in stride and stands up to try and mimic Jungkook in return.

“Noonaaa.” Jimin whines in a low voice by your ear and nips your lobe between his teeth. “Don’t look at them, look at me.” He places his hand over yours and brings it into his warm lap.

You pull up your hand and brush a few stray hairs behind your ear, trying to shake away the blush blooming across your cheeks and down your neck. He may have made you a little excited by his actions, but the way he’s misbehaving in front of his friends is inexcusable. After all the effort you went through to arrange this party and celebrate the boy’s album launch, he would much rather make it all about him.

Jimin’s fingertips grace your back with light taps to grab your attention again, but you lean forward to rest your elbows on your knees. Your frustration bubbling to the surface, quicker with every passing second. He tries to pull your eyes away from Hoseok as he continues to passionately tell the group about his music video shoot.

“I’m bored,” Jimin pouts. He brushes his lips against your neck, ignoring the growing tension in the room.

Your face feels hot from embarrassment as Jungkook glances in your direction. He raises his eyebrows slightly when Jimin doesn’t pull away from your neck. If anything, he’s touching you more, snaking his hand beneath the back of your shirt and tracing the elastic band of your bra. He’s never cared much for hiding his affection. He parts his mouth against your flesh and moans as goosebumps spread across the surface.

“Do you think Hobi-hyung is more interesting than me?” He huffs and nibbles your earlobe again. “Don’t I make you wet, Jagiya?” He lifts the band of your bra the tiniest bit and lets it snap against your skin. You jolt forward and let out a small whimper. Luckily, for now, Hoseok and Jin are too engrossed in their conversation to notice Jimin’s blunt statement, but you catch Jungkook’s eyes dart away from your direction with red ears.

“Jimin,” you say between clenched teeth. “You’re testing me.” You turn to whisper another warning but are met with his fiery, hooded glare. His wide sparkling smile is wiped from his angelic face and replaced by a closed pout.

“You’re testing me.” He tightly coils his arm around your waist. “Don’t you want my affection, or have you fallen out of love with me?” He mutters his words in a deep tone, low and pointed at you. Even with his half-hearted attempt to keep the conversation private, curious eyes start pulling in your direction.

“Hey, Romeo and Juliet. Is everything okay?” Hoseok prods, now aware of the building tension between the two of you. He looks at Jungkook for context and is met with a bashful shrug from the younger man.

“It’s nothing, hyung.” Jimin speaks smoothly like he isn’t dying to shoo everyone out and have you alone. “It’s just a little late. I think Y/n is getting tired.” He raises his eyebrow at you. “Right?”

Hoseok looks over at you for confirmation to which you can’t avoid responding to, so you breathe out a frustrated sigh and let Jimin have his way.

“Sorry, guys. We’ll have to end the party here, but thank you all so much for coming over.”

You stand to hug everyone goodbye, looping your arm around Jimin’s and tugging him along with you. You both make the rounds, wishing everyone a safe drive home as they slip out of the front door, one by one. Lastly, Hoseok wraps you in a bear hug and you don’t miss the way Jimin’s lip twitches.

“Thanks for stopping by. Great story earlier. I really wish I could have been there to see the shoot, and…hey—” Jimin interjects by cutting between the two of you, not so convincingly acting as if he wants a hug of his own. “Don’t hog him all to yourself, Jagi.” He pulls Hoseok into a hug and looks back at you with cold eyes.

You step away and cross your arms across your chest. “Goodnight, Hobi.”

“Uh..heh...yeah. Goodnight you two. Great party.”

You wave as Jimin playfully pushes him out of the front door. “Drive safe.”

Click. Jimin closes the door and locks it right away. Everyone is finally gone. Finally. He rocks on his heels, pleased to have you alone, all to himself. Little does he know that his insolence went one step too far. You’re positively fuming, already storming off to get some space.

None-the-wiser, Jimin obediently follows you to the master bedroom with high expectations, already shedding his jacket before he sits by your side. His hands find you immediately and begin to peel down the thin straps of your dress.

“I’ll cut you out of this, I swear to god. You’re such a tease, Y/n.” He reaches around and struggles to get the zipper undone at the back. You don’t move a muscle to help him and let your lack of enthusiasm draw his attention back to your eyes. “…Noona?”

You lightly grasp him by the column of his throat and draw him to your lips, granting him a hard peck. “What happened to my good boy, hm?”

His eyes widen at your question. Wordless, he leans forward and resists against the building pressure of your hand to give you a deep and longing kiss. He groans as you tighten your grip slightly. “I’m still your good boy,” he quietly replies, lips still touching yours.

You tsk at his sweet words. You’d believe him if he didn’t have the most sinful smile, so proud of himself for finally getting what he wants. “You’ve been such a brat tonight, Jiminie.” You stroke your thumb over his adams apple and press down lightly to test his compliance. He tries to lean forward again but you push him back onto the bed roughly.

He shoots upright immediately, torn that you could have the nerve to treat him in such a way. “You’re a brat.” He spits, nose scrunching as his frustration builds. His mind races to process your sudden rebuff. Why aren’t you allowing him to kiss you? Did you forget you’re his, or does he have to remind you?

His hand snakes up your naked thigh and cups you over your panties, pushing his index finger tight against your clit. “I needed you, Y/n.” He struggles to get close as you grasp him by the throat again, but he brings his face back to yours to part his plush mouth. He smooths his tongue along your lips and gives you a defiant nip when you push him back again. He growls, voice deep and agitated.

If it were any other night, you might have allowed him to behave this way. He has his moods from time to time when you’re not giving him your full attention. You’d usually cuddle him, hold him, kiss him and tell him he’s perfect. However, tonight, he embarrassed you.

He knew how much effort you put into throwing this party, yet, he spent every minute being a whiney, needy little boy. Now, at this moment, his possessive palming on your pussy makes you angry. You know he hasn’t learned his lesson—no, far from it.

“You know what I have to do now, don’t you?” The building pressure of your thumb against his breathing passage and the fire in your eyes gives him just a hint of what you have in store.

He shakes his head slowly. His eyes are trained on you, dark and expectant.

“Take your hand off me, Jimin. You don’t get to touch me again until I give you permission.”

He hesitates but shakes his head again. “You’re mine.” He kneads you through your panties and prods the tip of his finger at your entrance. As angry as you seem to be, he feels confident that he can sway you to his liking. “You’re my Noona. MINE! I can touch you whenever—“

You cut his sentence short with a harsh kiss, hot and sloppy. You’re gripping his neck hard now, silencing his pathetic moans. You bite and suck at his pink lips until he’s gasping for air. “You’ll earn that privilege, puppy.” You peel his hand off your clothed cunt and guide him by the neck to kneel on the floor in front of you.

Too horny and little shocked by your imposing demeanor, Jimin moves with very little resistance. At least now he has your attention. He sits on his heels and clasps his hands in his lap, unsure of where to put them.

Now this is a sight. You bite your lip and wait a few solid minutes before giving him his first instruction. His dutiful brown eyes follow as you pace back and forth.

“Baby, baby, baby.” You tsk and wag your finger in front of his face. “You’ve been so naughty, I don’t know if you deserve to cum tonight…” You bend down to touch his clothed dick, pressed tight and angry in his fitted pants. “…or even tomorrow, or the next day.”

He groans at your words and bucks into your touch. His furrowed eyebrows and tensed pout have softened, now turned downward into a gentle frown. A whine escapes his lips as you stroke him slowly. “That’s not fair though.”

“It’s plenty fair, Jimin.” You tower above him as he begins to squirm, showing the first signs of defiance in this new position. “What’s not fair is how you refuse to follow direction.” You nudge his knees with your foot, reminding him to keep them locked together.

“I-I’ll listen, Noona. I can be good. Please…” He’s begging for you to change your mind. It takes a lot not to unzip his restrictive pants and feel him bare in your palm. You run your hands over his hips to test his self-restraint. At this point he would have already bent you over the nearest surface and fucked you until you came twice. But your dominance is unexpected, new and exciting.

You trail your hand over his bulge and feel him pulse underneath the fabric of his pants. Then you pull away, feigning disinterest. “It’s a pity you’ve made me so mad. We could have had a lot of fun.” You tsk again.

“Noona, no. No, pleeease.” He swallows loudly and bucks into the air, aching for your touch to return. “It’s not fair. You’re not being fair.”

His whines, although annoying at times, make you wet. You can’t help it. He’s trained your body to respond to his begging. It makes you feel special, knowing he cums the hardest by your touch. It’s so difficult to control yourself when he’s so visibly hot and bothered. But you’ve got to be strong. After tonight, you’ll make sure he’s proven he can listen to instruction.

“What’s not fair is how you treated me in front of the other members, Jiminie.” You graze your fingernails under the tip of his chin to look up at you. “Touching me so openly, treating me like a piece of meat.”

“That’s not true.” His breath hitches in his throat as you kneel on one knee to be at his eye level. He doesn’t back down, only deepening his voice as he tries to take back his control. “You’re wrong.”

“Oh, I’m wrong?” Your voice raises a couple octaves, clearly mocking him. “What part did I get wrong, Minnie? Enlighten me, please.”

“I didn’t treat you like a piece of meat.” His sinister smile returns and his lids narrow on your expectant face. He lifts his hand from his lap and brushes your hair behind your ear, breaking the number one rule—no touching. He leans forward to whisper in your ear, so tender and kind. “I treated you like MY piece of meat,” he hisses through clenched teeth.

You stand to tower over him again and nod slowly. It was his decision to break the rules and his decision to talk back to you, knowing there would be consequences for bad behavior. You study the way he nervously nibbles on his bottom lip, dragging his top teeth over the plump flesh.

“Strip, brat.” You flatten your hand and swat it across his soft cheek, reveling in the pleasure of his shocked expression. It wasn’t hard enough to leave a mark, but firm enough to let him know you’re in control. He seems almost lost of words and holds his hand against his burning cheek.

“W-why’d you hit me?” His bright and innocent puppy eyes stare up at you. Something in him switched and his dark gaze softened; still focused and lustful, but wider now. His plump lips pursed in an o, circling around what to say next.

You tap your shaky fingertips on the underside of his chin, prompting him to close his mouth. “Listen to what I say, Jimin. No more slaps unless you misbehave.” Your nerves have caught up, losing your resolve a bit as you wonder whether you might have taken it too far.

Jimin tucks his bottom lip between his teeth lightly and worries the sensitive flesh until it’s rosy pink. “W-what about spankings?”

Your ears perk at his coy question. He asked it so shyly and out of character, it takes you a minute to process what he truly desires.

“Spankings, huh?”

He nods slowly, cheeks warming endearingly.

“Hm. I suppose a spanking isn’t out of the question.” You quirk your head to the side, studying the way his eyes widen, bright and hopeful. “Would you like that? Would you like your Noona to spank you little ass until it's red?”

He continues to nod and begins peeling his clothes off, one article at a time. He bares his chest, revealing his adorable perky buds. How eager he is to remove all barriers between his naked flesh and the sting of you claiming all of him.

“Do you want me to hurt you, baby boy?”

He nods again. “Please.”

Please? One half-hearted slap across the face and he’s putty in your hand. You always knew he had a strong submissive side but it’s never come out like this. In a blink, he’s stark naked, sitting on his knees on the floor in front of you.

You return to your place to stand above his vulnerable figure. You trail your fingernail up his bare honeyed chest and smile as he shivers in anticipation. “And what will I accomplish if I give you what you want?”

“It’s not just what I want.” He says meekly. “Y-you want it too. I can tell.”

“Hm.” You tease his nipple between your long nails, pulling it and letting it snap back into place. “Aren’t you an observant one.”

Pleasure pools in his wide glassy eyes as you flick the bud again and again until it’s raw and sensitive. He yelps when you give him one firm flick that’s stronger than the rest, riding the line of pain that makes his cock ache. “AH—I…oh, f-fuck. Noona, god, don’t stop.”

At that, you pull away and love the way he squirms.

“I won’t stop, Jimin, don’t you worry. Once I get started, it’ll be hard to stop.” You stand above him nice and tall to remind him who makes the orders. “But first, baby, I need you to open.” Your instruction is cool and collected as you stand directly over his lap and tap two fingers against his hot lips. “Open up for me, Jiminie. We both know you like to talk. Let’s see if we can put this mouth to use.” Your eyes do not stray from his, giving him every bit of attention he so desperately wanted all night. So eagerly, he parts his lips to receive your freshly manicured nails.  

It’s an electrifying play of power to see how far he’s willing to go to prove his obedience. You notice his cheeks blush mildly as your fingers nest in his wet mouth as deep as they’ll go. “Let’s see if you can be a good slut for me.” You give him a few gentle pumps in and out of his mouth, feeling the building suction as his thick lips hug you tight. “Do you want to be my good slut, Minnie?”

He nods and wraps his tongue around your digits. He suckles earnestly, gliding his muscle over the receptive pads of your fingertips. You slide your fingers deeper into his mouth, trusting him to take what you give. His cock stiffens the deeper you push. He’ll prove it—he can be the best boy you’ll ever have. No one will compare to him. Not Hoseok or anyone else.

Jimin’s dimpled cheeks hallow around you with every pump. You rapidly begin working your fingers in and out of his mouth until little spit bubbles form at the corners of his glistening lips. Little moans vibrate up your hand and that’s when you realize just how much he’s enjoying every second of it.

“You’re being such an obedient whore. Look at you, rock hard just from sucking my fingers?”

With a cute pop he detaches from your fingers, licks his lips and wipes the excess saliva onto the back of his hand. “Mhm.” A coy smile forms on his closed lips. “You taste so good, Noona.” His eyes flick to your dampened panties, completely visible underneath your party dress. “Wanna taste more of you."

“Want to taste how wet your sinful mouth made me?”

He nods happily. “Yes.”

“Good boy.”

Submissive Jimin is a whole different tier of boyfriend. His doting wide eyes and the way he’s sat at your feet is more arousing than you could have anticipated. The short dress you’ve been cased in all night feels incredibly restrictive, and thanks to Jimin’s earlier ministrations, the zipper is stuck at the back. You slip the ruined garment over your head and toss it across the room, then hover your clothed sex above his face. His hands twitch to touch you, but he waits for instruction.

“Keep your hands in your lap.”

He nods and reaches between his legs to adjust his throbbing length.

“And don’t touch that pretty cock, okay?”

“Mhmf.” He’s leans forward and muffles his whimpers into the curve of your soft thighs. “Okay.”

“Resist, puppy. Show me you can do as I say and maybe I’ll reward you for your patience.”

“P-promise?” His cock twitches helplessly at the thought.

“Promise.”

Your panties are the last bit of clothing left to remove, which you slide down your legs and kick aside. Jimin needs no further instruction. The second your slit makes contact with his mouth, he can’t wait to taste you and starts with a full-lipped suck on your already throbbing clit. The sensation and visual of Jimin’s angelic face nestled so compliantly between your thighs is more than enough to make a moan escape your throat.

The large bedroom echos with the sultry sounds of Jimin eating you out. Light gasps between tonguing and wet suckles drive you insane. How eager he is to show you his devotion.

“Ride me,” he prompts, mouth still buried in your folds. “Use me.”

God, he’s good.

You hike your leg over his shoulder and tangle your fingers into his hair. His soft brown locks give you plenty of leverage to balance and guide his face exactly where you want. His tongue circles your clit a couple of times, then lay out flat to let you glide over it as you please.

You rock your hips in a steady motion and pulse each time your most sensitive parts roll over his tensed muscle. He hallows his cheeks occasionally to create a tight suction around your lips, causing you to still your movements. The pleasure is building quick. It’s almost too difficult for your legs to hold strong.

“Flick your tongue a little like—oh, yess.” You begin to tug on his hair as your legs turn to jelly. “Fuck your tongue in and out—shit.” Every command you give is cut short. He knows exactly what to do and when to do it. He’s studied the way you love to be touched. Obsessed over every detail. At this point, he knows how to make you cum faster than you do yourself.

“Jagi,” he pants from under your dripping cunt. “Cum on my face.”

His direction comes at just the right time. You’re hanging on by a thread and just the thought of riding out your high on your boyfriend’s dexterous tongue and pouty lips has you coming undone. You ball your fists in his hair and glide your clit over his tongue until you’re pulsing uncontrollably. Curses tumble out, strained by the overwhelming fire in your belly, melding with your twitching orgasm that seems to never end.

Eyes closed and cheeks beet red from exertion, you unhook your leg from his shoulder and slump onto your knees beside him. Your pussy twitches with tingly aftershocks as you try to ground reality, and it’s found in Jimin’s soft praises. You taste like summer and sweets. I’d do anything for you. You’re mine, god, I love you. You rest your head on his beating chest as your breaths even out.

Jimin sweetly asks for your attention, making sure you look into his eyes. “Am I a good boy?” His thick lips purse around the question, still glistening with your arousal.

“The best boy.” You lean up to kiss him longingly, cupping his cheek in your palm. You smile into the kiss as you notice how he continues to keep his hands in his lap. Such a good boy. “These fucking lips will be the death of me,” you praise. “God, you made me cum so hard.”

His eyes light up and he hides his blush shyly into the crook of his shoulder. “Really?”

You nod. “I think it’s time you get your reward, what do you think?”

He smiles widely and nips his lip. “Will it hurt?”

You don’t reply. The anticipation of what’s next is too sweet to strip from him. Leave a little mystery and keep him wanting more.

“Bend over the bed for me, baby. You’ll find out soon.”

It’s been a minute since he stood properly so rising from the floor is a challenge. You climb to your feet and hold out your hand and help him steady himself on wobbly legs. His cock bounces up as he rises and shines at the tip with fresh precum.

You’re practically squirming to stroke his length but still steadfast on drawing out his high as long as you can. Neglecting his cock, you guide him by the waist to bend over the bed and smooth your hand over his toned ass. With a little test swat across his left cheek, you are pleased to hear him groan into the duvet. This will be torture.

“More, please. Noona, harder.” Jimin pushes back to find your touch but you’ve already walked away. He lifts his head at the sound of rattling.

“Don’t look at me, okay? Look straight ahead.” You smooth your hand over his other cheek and squeeze it roughly. “Ready?”

“Um. Yeah...ready.” He props his chin on the bed, toes curling as you admire his naked body. “What are you doing back there?”

“Remember to breathe, Minnie. Okay?”

“O-okay—“

SMACK

The crack of Jimin’s Saint Laurent belt across his bare ass was much louder than you thought it would be.

“F-fuck! Gah—“ Jimin scrambles to catch his breath, not expecting you to use a belt on him right away. It’s a brand new sensation, totally different from a bare palm. It’s indirect, cold but erotic. The smell of the rich black leather fills his nostrils as it whistles through the air and smacks against his other cheek, harder this time.

SMACK

“Tell me if it becomes too much, baby.” You soothe your hand over his tender flesh, letting the chill of your fingers calm the red hot marks that bloom to the surface. “There’s no need for silly safe words—just tell me to stop if you’ve had enough. I don’t want to push you too far.” Folded in half and doubled up for an extra blow; the belt is gripped tight in your fist, ready to deliver electrifying shocks of pleasure.

“D-don’t stop.” He stutters, overcome with arousal. “Feels so good, Noona. Please, dont—”

A smile quirks at the corner of your lips. “You sure?”

“Harder,” was all he said before you were at it again.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. Each smack harder than the last. SMACK. SMACK. You keep cracking the belt, over one cheek and to the next, over and over until you lose track. You crack the belt across his bruising ass until a sob leaves his throat and he bucks into the bed to evade the next blow. Then—SMACK. One last time for good measure before you cast the belt to the floor and calmly smooth both hands over the angry welts.

“Shh, shh, angel.” You coo, feeling him shake beneath your palms. “It’s okay, breathe. Yes, like that. God, you were so good. You took it so well.”

You grab a bottle of lotion on your bedside table and warm some in your cupped hand. Gently, you rub a generous amount over him and watch as the mixture absorbs into his burning skin. Jimin stays quiet and allows you to fill his senses with the powdery vanilla aftercare. You’ve always been quick to heal his wounds and make him feel safe.

“Mm,” he hums. He’s so sensitive to your touch. The repetitive motion of your hands on his bare ass makes it almost unbearable to go another minute without relief. He rocks his length into the pillowy duvet and you note his desperate attempts to ease his discomfort.

“After all that and you still want to cum?” His bucking motion causes your hand to slide between his cheeks, so you take the opportunity to glide a finger across his ring of nerves and test the waters.

“Shit—“ He pants and backs into your touch.

“Oops.” You try to suppress a laugh and rub your finger over him in tight circles. He pants expletives into the covers. Just as eager as ever.

“Noona I’m so hard, I think maybe…” He ruts into the mattress and pulls up, coaxing your finger to graze his hole again. “Can we, um…” Even if you can’t see his face, you can tell he’s getting shy by the tone of his voice.

“Can we what? Baby, tell me. I’m here.”

“Can we, you know. Try?”

It’s so sweet the way he skirts around the subject, but you know exactly what he needs. You don’t make him clarify any further, already reaching into the bedside drawer to pull out a bottle of lube.

“Want this?” You slide your fingers between his cheeks and prod at his taught hole. He involuntarily backs into your touch as pressure rapidly builds in his abdomen. “Oo, you like that, don’t you?”

Jimin keeps his face planted down into the mattress and nods, too afraid to meet your gaze.

“Want me to get my fingers all slippery and fuck you with them?”

“Mmf. Y-yes…”

You pop the bottle open and generously coat two fingers. “You took your reward so well, I suppose you deserve it.” You stroke the first finger around his ring of nerves and already feel him relaxing, granting you permission to add the second. With a little massaging and relaxation, you push past the tight barrier and fuck in and out of him shallowly until you feel like he’s ready for more. “Like that, baby boy?”

He groans into the mattress and grips the duvet into his balled fists. “Mhm. Ah—uh, mm…”

The sounds he makes as you begin to pick up the speed is unlike anything you’ve heard him make before. His pitch shifts from deep moans to high whimpers. Course begging and the all-too-familiar needy whines as you push in deep to soothe over that special spot inside. The first time you hit it, he bucks harshly into the mattress and you swear he could cum with just a few more pumps.

He rolls onto his side and shakes to resist touching himself. As if sensing the peak of his desperation, you thumb his arousal over the tip of his cock and begin stroking him in-sync with your other hand.

“Gah, oh, fuck!” Jimin climbs to a heightened peak, loud and sloppily thrusting into your hand. He slides back onto your fingers and gets lost in the feeling of being full and filling your palm at the same time.

“Relax, yes, that’s it. You’re doing so well, so perfect. I feel you tightening around my fingers. Are you going to cum hard for me? Make my hand all messy?”

“Y-yes—yes, Noonaaa. Feels so good. Can I? Please?”

You solidify your approval with a few final thrusts into his tightening hole. Pumping his cock and massaging his prostate, you dip to meet his glossy lips and hungrily kiss him through his orgasm. “Cum. Do it now.”

Jimin releases hot pants of breath into your open mouth and loses all composure. “Oof, I’m gonna. All for you—“ His eyes are screwed shut to focus on the surreal high of you rubbing his spot with intent. He’s never felt so close to breaking.

Hot spurts of cum paint the back of your hand—a sight that makes your mouth water instantly. Jimin’s eyes are closed tight and he breathes heavily, shaking like a leaf as you continue to milk everything he has. Even as his breathing slows, you pump him in your hand a few more times, loving the way he squirms from the overstimulation. He balls his fists into the sheets. He doesn’t dare interrupt your pace.

“Good, Minnie.” You praise him as your pumps begin to subside. Once he’s fully relaxed, you withdraw from his spent hole, earning an aftershock of pleasure to ripple down his softening cock. You prompt him to take in shallow breaths and he curls around your torso to hug you desperately with his entire body.

The pain of the stretch intermingled with the string of his fading welts reminds him just how much you love him. His eyes flutter open to see you lick a bit of his cum off the back of your hand. Your moan is faint but it doesn’t go unnoticed.

Now he knows for sure, you’d do anything for him. You’ve given him this pleasure he’s never felt before. At this moment you solidified a bond that can never be broken. Now he knows for sure; he owns you, mind, body and soul.

“Noona,” he says meekly, hiding his confident smile into your side. “You’re mine forever, right?”

“Of course, baby.” You comb your fingers through his shaggy hair and scratch his scalp soothingly. “Promise.”

Playful banter with your neighbor Taehyung was always present, from flirty questions to suggestive compliments. But it was mostly harmless, primarily due to the fact that the two of you were never truly alone. In fact, he rarely left his apartment, often greeting you from his kitchen window while you shuffled to your front door after a long day. He’d toss out a silly one-liner or random fact to grab your attention, which wasn’t hard when he looked at you with his piercing dark eyes and spoke in a rich baritone.

Last week he casually leaned against the window and asked ‘Did you know skin has at least five different receptors that respond to pain and touch?’ You shook your head and laughed. His arm extended out the window to take your hand in his, which you willfully obliged. The heat from his palm electrified your skin with tingly goosebumps. ‘Feel that?’ He asked. You nodded slowly, allowing his smooth skin to warm you. ‘Thermoreceptors sense a shift in temperature.’ He said calmly as his dark eyes drank you in wantonly. You stared at his bronze chiseled face as he spoke passionately and brushed your knuckles softly with the pad of his thumb.

The teasing built up like this for months. A flirtatious remark, a seductive glance, and lately, a brush of skin. You wanted each other, that much was clear, but neither of you took it farther than public fawning, almost reveling in the chase.

However, today, that was going to change. 

You pad up his walkway and onto the front doorstep. When you click open his front door, you hear him rustling in the kitchen; a hot water kettle comes to life with a faint hiss.

“Come inside, make yourself at home! I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Okay!” You call back.

You drift in towards the sound of light classical music and a crackling fireplace and shrug off your cardigan and slip off your flats to dry. You hurriedly warm your hands to reignite some feeling in your fingertips.

The soft piano on the mantle speakers plays slow and beautiful. Humming along quietly, you notice a collection of framed photos that run along the mantle at one end. Each photo seems to be carefully selected to tell a greater story, mixing vast landscapes, busy city streets and artistic portraits of the boys, family, and friends you haven’t met. A smile spreads across your lips at a black and white photo of Taehyung and Jimin cradling a small dog in both their arms like proud parents, Jimin playfully touching noses with the little pup.

Another photo catches your eye; it’s peculiarity piquing your interest. Different from the rest, this photo is colorful and abstract. At the center of the image is the faint silhouetted profile of a woman’s face. Editing aside, you know it’s you. Thinking back, you actually remember that day clearly, when you started to feel something stir within your heart at the sight of your neighbor.

The first time you locked yourself out of your apartment, Tae sat next to you on your doorstep with his camera timidly resting in his lap. He was out snapping photos of local wildlife for a work project and noticed you glumly hunched on the step, scrolling through your phone as you waited for your roommate to arrive.

“Tae to the rescue,” he confidently announced, yet, he shyly sat a couple feet away to not invade your personal space.

“What are you working on?” You scooted closer and looked down at his camera display screen. “They’re beautiful,” you responded as he flipped through macro-shots of butterfly wings and wide-lensed snaps of wildflower fields. “What’s the project?”

“Beauty, right in my own backyard,” he said.

“You capture it well,” you replied and smiled as his cheeks blushed mildly.

Then he asked to photograph you, with hopeful eyes, voice quieter than usual. Sure, you agreed, and allowed his gentle and nervous hands to position your shoulders back. When he leaned in close to position your chin, you could smell deep notes of flora and musk. The scent was intoxicating. Mhm, just like that. Perfect. Gorgeous, he praised between shots, touching your knee or your wrist to position you differently. You’re a natural, he said, smiling behind the lens. Your roommate arrived and you laughed at the exaggerated way Tae sighed, but my muse—don’t take my muse! You shared your first hug and thanked him for keeping you company. You watched him walk back to his apartment, turning a couple of times to dramatically wave like he was a soldier sent off to sea.

“One of my favorite photos,” Tae chimes from behind you. He chuckles when you jump at the sound of his voice. “Well, welcome to my humble abode. Finally.” He flashes you his cute boxy smile and hands you a steaming cup of tea. “Be careful, sweetheart. It’s hot.”

You clutch the mug and let the warmth thaw your icy hands. You take a tiny sip and hum contently as the honeyed black tea soothes your tongue. “Tastes good, Tae. Thank you.”

He nods and motions you towards a large sectional at the center of the room. It’s warm and welcoming, so you allow yourself to sink down into the leather cushions.

“You have a beautiful place,” you marvel, still taking in the warm ambiance of natural textiles and rich wood accents. Your curious eyes skim from one surface to another, and It’s hard not to look around the apartment with your mouth slightly agape. For the first time since Tae moved in, you’re seeing the boy’s apartment completely moved in and decorated. He seems to have settled in nicely with your long-standing neighbors Namjoon and Jimin.

He sits on the couch next to you and scoots in close enough to touch, but not quite there. The living room glows softly with dimmed lights and berry-scented candles, now swirling with his natural musk.

“I’m glad you like it.” Tae places his hand on your knee, allowing his thigh to rest against yours. His fingers absently weave along the raw fibers of your ripped jeans to teasingly graze your exposed skin. “Are you warming up, Y/n?” He touches the back of his hand to your chilly cheek and exaggeratedly recoils, making you laugh at his silly side.

“C’mon, Tae, I’m not that cold.”

“You’re positively freezing. Maybe even frostbitten. We may have to amputate.”

“Taeee,” you whine and grip his arm playfully. “Help me get warm, yeah?” You scoot in tight and wrap his arm around your shoulders. He stiffens a bit, then reclines to let you rest back against his chest. He’s quiet now. You chuckle at how timid he’s being as he softly rubs up and down your arm with his warm hand.

“Is that better?” He shyly asks. Mhm, you nod and rest your head against his chest. You can hear his heart beating strong. He rocks you gently as the faint sound of rain begins to sprinkle against the living room window. The fireplace crackles between the soothing classical music and Tae’s thrumming chest.

“I guess you were right. It’s starting to rain—” You turn your head to look at him, and he’s already looking at you, causing your noses brush. “Oh, sorry.”

He blushes but doesn’t pull his face back from yours. His eyes are drawn to your lips and he unknowingly nips his bottom lip between his teeth. You don’t pull back either, allowing the hot blush to spread across your cheeks and down your neck.

“Don’t apologize, cutie.” He inches a little closer until your lips are just centimeters away from touching.

“Okay,” you whisper and brush your parted lips against his. You allow him to close the distance breathlessly, opening your mouth to take him in with a short moan.

Your tongues meet for the first time and the sensation licks fire beneath your skin, driving you mad with desire. From the way he’s cupping your jaw to control the motion, you can tell Taehyung has dreamt of this as well.

He breathes your name between desperate nips and licks, melding his mouth to perfectly fit against yours. “I’ve wanted this for so long. You have no idea.” Taehyung tangles both hands at the back of your hair as you turn to straddle his lap, not allowing you to break the kiss. Chest to chest, you feel the heat radiate off his body and press into yours.

You smile against his lips and dip down to feather kisses down his neck.

“Every time you walked past my window, I couldn’t help myself.” He groans as you suck marks along the freckles of his throat. “I wanted to take you like this the first time I heard you speak. Your adorable laugh and the way you blush when I look at you.”

Your hands roam the expanse of his back, feeling his muscles tense and release as the two of you adjust into a comfortable position. His legs are spread wide, giving him leverage to roll his hips up into you as you fight for dominance.

His voice trails on, deeper. “And you loved it, didn’t you, sweetheart?” He’s becoming more assertive and confident. He grips tightly to your hip with one hand and braces the back of your neck with the other.

You suck his lip hungrily and clasp your hands on his shoulders, grinding down onto his clothed crotch. He’s plumping up quick and you can feel him grow with each roll of your hips. Your wet pussy sticks to your panties as he rolls up to match your movements.

“I did,” you whisper into his ear.

“When you felt me watch you from my window, did you imagine being on the other side, letting me touch you?” He holds you tighter to increase the friction. “You wanted me to touch you so bad, didn’t you, baby.”

“So bad, Tae.” You pant as he rocks his hips to dry hump up into you. His cock is pressed painfully hard against your cunt and you can feel his length even through the clothes.

“How bad.” He’s teasing you now. “Tell me.” He knows he’s got you.

“Like this.” You wriggle to strip your shirt off, letting his eyes fall onto your peaked nipples, poking through the thin fabric of your bra. You guide both his hands to cup you, allowing him to kneed your sensitive buds and lick through the fabric. He moans into your soft breasts, losing track of his thrusts. “Take it off, baby. I want you to taste me.” He claws the straps down your shoulders and wrestles with the clasps at the back until the elastic gives way and falls to the floor.

The storm outside kicks up, pelting frozen droplets against the living room window. The sky has darkened with just a thin veil of sunset peaking through the curtains. Wind whips violently through the trees outside and you can hear the branches sway and creak against the pressure.

Taehyung flicks his tongue over your buds and sucks each one eagerly, making them swell to a glistening dark red. He hums and groans into your flesh, rocking his hips to ease his length teasingly between your clothed folds. The dim living room lights lightly flicker for a moment but stay on, lighting your way to tug Taehyung’s shirt up and off his brawny torso. “Baby, come back,” he whines when you detach his needy lips from your tender breasts.

With or without light, you can tell he’s lean and flexing to relieve the discomfort in his lap. His kiss-swollen lips form a pout as you slide down his legs and onto the floor, taking his pants and boxers down with you.

“Lift your feet. That’s it. Let’s get these pants off of you.” He does as he’s told, kicking off his shoes and allowing you to take his pants off completely until he’s naked on the couch. He worries his lip between his teeth as you glide your hands up his parted thighs and eye his erection, so hard and tall against his abdomen. You look up at him beneath narrowed lids and smile at his expectant gaze. He looks positively carnal as his slender hands card through your hair and grip it back into a messy ponytail. “How bad do you want me to touch you, Tae?” You shoot his question back at him and feel his thighs tense beneath your eager palms.

“I want you to touch me so bad, I can’t think straight. Not when your sweet mouth is so close to my cock.”

You hum softly in response. “And what do you want me to do with my sweet mouth?” You lean forward and taste up his shaft, collecting a small dribble of pre-cum at the tip. “Mm,” you coo, lips still touching his aching length. “Want me to suck your fat cock, Hm? Want me to get dripping wet as I swallow your cum?”

Taehyung quirks his eyebrow at your salacious remarks and darts out his tongue to wet his lips. “You’re so dirty, cutie. Have you always been like this?”

You shake your head and flash him a coy smile. “Just for you, Taehyungie.”

“I should have stopped teasing you months ago,” he laughs.

You bring your mouth back as you stroke him gently, lathing your tongue along the underside of his shaft between pumps. He sucks in a sharp breath as you wrap your lips around his tip and slide him in. You’re halfway down and he can see your throat constrict and bulge slightly as you take him in as deep as you can. “F-fuck,” he gasps and grips your ponytail tight to hold you down a few seconds longer. You lift up and gasp for air as you were not expecting him to fill you up so heavily. “Sorry, sorry. God your throat feels so good though. Can you take more?”

You nod your head innocently and pump his length in your fist a couple of times before taking him past your lips.

The lights begin to flicker again, faster now, and you can hear the wind shaking the trashcans outside. Lightning flashes through the window’s crack and thunder rumbles high above the old building. Flicker, flicker, until the lights shut off completely and you’re guided by touch and the faint glow of candlelight and a crackling firelog.

Taehyung’s breathing is rapid and you feel his abs flex beneath your free hand as you caress his body up and down. Your mouth is working him at a steady pace, lathing your tongue along his smooth tip as you come up for air. You let your mouth do all the work and slide your hand down to cradle his balls, hot and heavy with cum. He plumps in your mouth just a little more when you squeeze them gently in your palm. Pacing between strokes, licks, sucks and squeezes, Tae’s head spins from the stimulation. He doesn’t seem to know where to hold himself steady and releases his grip on your hair to let it fall over your shoulders. He bites his fist between his teeth to stifle his impending release.

“Like that, yes. Yes, yes. Y/n—fuck.” He moans your name loudly, over and over, and you can tell he’s on the edge. His body tenses and his hips thrust up to fuck his cum into your ready mouth. You relax your throat and wantonly swallow every drop he has to give until he’s releasing short gasps from above. “I can’t—baby, please…” You let him slip out of your mouth and lean back against the couch cushion to steady his breathing.

The candles glow softly and play brilliantly against the light sheen of sweat that has gathered on Taehyung’s body. He leans forward and reaches for your hand to bring you back up onto the couch. You sit beside him with his arm draped over your shoulder, wordless, for a minute, before he guides you into a passionate kiss. He’s slow at the start, but he takes you in deeply, locking his lips to yours. He groans against your tired lips as he tastes his release on the tip of your tongue.

“Take off your pants, sweetheart. Let me see how wet you are.” He tugs on the waistband of your jeans and pops the top button to slip them midway down your thighs. Even in the dim candlelight, he can see you sticking to your panties. The fabric is damp and shows every ridge of your labia. He drags two fingers up your clothed folds and smiles as you shudder in anticipation. He hooks his hand under your ruined underwear and continues to pet you, unobstructed.

“Does this feel good, Y/n?”

You nod in response and let your eyes fall shut. His skilled hand finds the perfect pace between strokes and languid rubs against your clit.

“Do you need a little more? Can I feel your tight cunt hug my fingers?” His voice is lustful again and pressed directly to the cuff of your ear. You nod and bite your lip, keeping your eyes shut, letting his fingers work you up.

He hooks one finger into your pussy, dragging it in and out slowly, knowing it isn’t enough. One more finger, and then a third enters. He quickens the pace and hooks up to find your spot.

“T-tae,” you whine and hold onto his forearm.

He uses his other hand to peel your pants off your legs. Once you’re free, he pulls out and watches you contract in his absence. He stands up from the couch and holds a hand out for you to take.

“Let’s go to my room. I want to try something.”

“Try something?” You ask with interest.

He looks over his shoulder at you and gives a shy smile. “Come with me.” He grabs a candle from the coffee table and leads you down the back hallway, into his bedroom.

You can’t make out much from the candlelight, but you can tell his room is equally as impressive as the living room. It’s draped in dark linens and large fluffy pillows. And the focal point—the large 4-poster bed at the center.

“Take a seat, Y/n,” he says calmly and disappears into his walk-in closet. You do as he instructs, sinking into the down comforter and breathing in his natural musky scent that clings to the bedding.

Taehyung returns with a tripod under his arm and a camera in-hand.

“What do you have in mind, Tae? I’m not into camming, if that’s your jam.”

“No, no. This is just for me.” He turns his heated face away from your gaze to set up the tripod and mount the camera. “For us.”

You lean back on your elbows and wait for his next instruction. He’s blushing but so forwardly kneels at the bedside and captures your lips in a rough kiss. His fingertips guide your jaw to arch up. His mouth presses tightly against yours and takes you in breathlessly, just for a moment.

“Do you trust me, baby?” His breathing is shallow and uneven and his eyes send you silent pleas. “I promise I’ll make you feel good.” Held in his hand at the side of the bed, he lifts a spool of bright red rope. Your eyes widen at the sight.

“Kim Taehyung, the sweet yet kinky boy-next-door.” You poke at him and watch his pleading eyes turn to playful half-moons. “Are you going to tie me up on your big bed?” You reach your hands up and stretch out, palming the plush bedding beneath your bare skin. “Take pictures of me, helpless, bound, waiting patiently for you to take me?”

“If you’ll let me.” He delicately brushes your cheek with the back of his hand. “You’d look so pretty, wrapped in rope. It’s soft, see?” He touches the rope to your skin and lets you run your fingers over the material. It’s a little silky and smooth under your fingertips. He glides it effortlessly along your arm and takes your hand into his. “I’ll untie you if you feel uncomfortable.” He begins to drape the rope around your wrist loosely and lets you steady yourself on your knees.

“You’ve done this before?” You ask, looking at him from over your shoulder. His eyes are turned down in concentration, looping the rope over itself until it’s snug on your wrist. He brings the slack around your stomach and wraps it around your torso and shoulders a few times, knotting it into beautiful shapes that support your breasts.

“Yes, but only in a classroom setting. Not like this.”

“You’re very good.” You look over your shoulder again and catch a small boxy smile spread across his lips.

“I have a good model,” he quips. He respectfully minds your breasts as he finishes the ties along your chest. He brings your other wrist around your back to ties it alongside the other; leaving you in full trust of his skill. He then ties around your waist, down to your legs, looping the rope into knots around your thighs. He ends at your ankles, tying them together, but leaving your knees free to balance yourself in a comfortable lying position. When he finishes, he places a gentle kiss to your neck and stands back to admire his work. “How do you feel, sweetheart?”

“Really good.”

Taehyung stands from the bed and walks over to the camera to adjust the settings.

“How should I lay?” You ask, wriggling a little to rest your head on a large fluffy pillow.

“Just like that. I’ll help you move, love. Don’t hurt yourself.” Tae walks over to carefully lift your shoulders onto the pillow to support your neck. “Comfy?”

You nod in response and crane a bit to kiss him eagerly before he walks back. You hear the rain trickle against his bedroom window and the lilting keys of classical piano drifting in from the living room. You watch the silhouette of your neighbor disappear behind his camera; the rope gently binding against you. Your arousal unexpectedly trickles down and sticks to your thighs, dampening some of the ties. It chafes deliciously on your sensitive skin, drawing out a quiet moan from your sore lips.

Taehyung snaps a few photos and adjusts the light settings until he seems pleased with the results. “Stay still, Y/n. You look perfect. Yes, right there. One, two, three. Wow.” He brings the camera around to show you. He smiles widely, his eyes darting from the screen and back to your face. “God, you’re beautiful. Just look at how these are turning out.”

Your skin is glowing with a light dew, contrasting with the colorful rope wrapped around your body. You didn’t notice until now that Taehyung tied the rope across your chest to just barely cover your nipples, teasing the plush tops and bottoms of your breasts to spill over the ties. You move a bit and feel the rope rub across your sore and stiffened buds, drawing out a louder moan from your parted lips.

Taehyung notices the way you move against the ties and feels his cock stir at the sight of you closing your eyes in pleasure, wrapped prettily on his bed. He helps you up onto your knees and positions you to sit on your bent legs, arms clasped obediently behind your back. He kneels on the bed and snaps a few close shots of the ties, gliding his hands along your responsive buds to adjust the ties just-so.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” His hands move expertly down your thighs, adjusting the placement of the rope for a wide-shot. He steps back and snaps a few full-body photos.

“It feels good, Tae. Please—“ You beg and start to feel a little shy. “Touch me again. You can keep taking pictures, but please don’t stop touching me.”

He comes closer and continues to adjust you in different positions and snap photos in between, gliding his hand teasingly along your chest, against your waist, around your neck. He moves you to bend over and press your cheek down into the bed and that’s when he sees just how wet you’ve gotten.

You hear Tae tsk from behind you. “Pretty baby, you’re dripping onto the ties. What am I going to do with you?” He soothes his palms down your behind and pulls you open, watching your arousal stick to your folds. You hear him hiss through his teeth and lift his camera to snap a couple times. You arch your back to give him a better view, hoping he’ll get a little greedy. Touch you roughly, pull the ties, push your chest into the mattress as he fucks you.

“Your fingers felt so good earlier. Would you please…” You start, wishing he’d read your mind.

“Want my fingers?”

You nod into the mattress, tears prickling the corners of your eyes when his fingers dip down into your cunt, pushing deep and hooking into your g-spot.

“Nice and tight.” He praises. “You’ve been so good, Y/n. Tell me what you want. I’ll give you anything.” He comes around to show you his length, rock hard, pumping into his hand.

“Please,” you beg. The image of his aching shaft burns in your mind and it’s all you can think of. “Fuck me until I cum. I want your big cock inside me, Tae. God, I need it.”

“I need it too, sweetheart. Gonna fuck you rough and make you squirt. Gonna fill you with my cum. Is that what you want? You want to make a mess?”

“Holy shit, yes.” He’s saying all the right things and it makes you moan in anticipation.

Taehyung leaves to fasten the camera back on its tripod and sets the shutter speed to automatic. Every minute or two, the camera snaps a photo on its own and bathes you in white light. You can’t see or hear him, but you feel your neighbor come up from behind and hoist your hips up by the sturdy ties.

“Such a good girl for me,” he praises, palming the smooth flesh of your ass and spreading you open. “Breathe, Y/n. Are you ready for me?” He uses his other hand to hold the ties up at your back, propping you up on your knees so the camera can get a full view of you. You nod and whisper yes.

Tae pushes into your heat until he’s nested as far as he can go, waiting a moment for you to get comfortable. The weight of your body against the ties are a little tight, but you feel yourself getting wetter each time he grips the rope to pull you onto his length. The stretch, the pressure and the control he has over your body makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. He leans you forward just a bit to give you some slack, pushing in and out relentlessly until his hips begin to stutter.

“I’m going to move you onto your back, babe. Hold still.” He pulls out and flips you over, letting your breasts bounce as he settles you in the right position. “This is going to stretch out your hips. Open you real wide so I can fuck you deeper.” You nod and bite your lip as he loosens the rope at your ankles and bends one knee out, looping the rope and tying it to hold you in place. He rolls you onto your side and loosens the rope at your wrists. You pull your arms around to your belly and he securely ties them there, rolling you to rest comfortably on your back.

He props a pillow under your butt and uses your legs to hold you still. This new position allows him to get an eyeful of his talented ties and binding methods across your chest as he pushes back into your tight cunt. Bracing your bent knee, he uses it as leverage to fuck into you at a quick pace, right up into the perfect spot. Over and over, he brushes against that spot inside you and makes you see stars. The camera doesn’t miss a moment, flashing every other minute.

“I found the spot, didn’t I sweetheart?” He watches you with fire in his eyes, groaning as you tighten around him. His fingers gather your essence from the base of his cock to drag circles around your tender clit. “Just a little more. I can feel you getting closer, baby.” He holds you tight and thrusts up, hard, then pulls out to watch you release all over his chest and sheets.

You contract and twinge out your first orgasm, but only a minute passes before Tae is diving right back in to give you another. “One more, please, you can do it,” he begs. He drives into your tight pussy as he holds you down by the rope. Finding your spot again, he thrusts hard and deep until you’re squirting all over his aching cock. You shout his name at your peak and strain against your ties as you come down from a second high, steadying your breaths and focusing on the man in front of you. He has this look in his eye like he’s not quite done with you yet.

“I-I can’t, Tae.” You shake your head and watch him disappear between your thighs. He scoots down the damp bed and tongues your swollen slit carefully, lapping up your juices, dragging them up to circle your clit with short flicks. He engulfs your bud in his mouth and sucks hard.

“One last time. You’re doing so well, baby. Give me one more and I’ll fill this little cunt with so much of my cum. Do you want my cum, Y/n?”

“I do, I do.” You squirm.

“I want to taste you on my tongue. Give me everything you have.”

He holds you open by the ties and loudly sucks your clit in and out of his mouth. The sound of him hungrily taking you in builds a fire in your belly at a rapid pace. His hand snakes between your wet lips and fingers you roughly, hooking up, in and out. He takes his fat cock in his hand and pumps with the motion of his thrusts in you, sucking your clit until it’s throbbing in his mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you moan, oversensitive and twitching against his starved mouth. With both hands tied in front, all you can do is call out and tug against your restraints while an overwhelming wave of pleasure washes over your entire body.

Taehyung can feel you wrap around his fingers greedily so he pumps his length faster to match his increasing thrusts up into your g-spot. Just a few more hooks up and suckles on your battered bud and you’re shouting out your orgasm, not caring that the other neighbors could probably hear through the thin apartment walls. Tae scoots back up to match his hips with yours, fucking a few last thrusts into your spent pussy before coating your walls with his seed. It’s hot and soothing and dribbles across your legs as he pulls out for the last time.

“Y/n, oh…no. I’m so sorry.” He muffles apologies against your neck and kisses down to your rosy lips as he unties your hands. You sit up and watch him unwrap your torso and chest. The rope falls from your breasts and reveals raw red streaks embedded in your skin. Down to your belly and legs, tender marks litter your flesh. You look at Tae’s face; his eyebrows knitted, tensed and worried.

“It’s okay,” you rub his back and shoulders to ease him into your arms. “Really, Tae, I’m fine.”

“I swear, I didn’t mean to.”

“Tae..” You hold his chin to look at you and pull him into a slow kiss. His mouth tastes like you, coated in your essence.

“You’re okay, really?” He finishes pulling the rope off your naked body and soothes his fingertips over the fading welts. His dark eyes skim up to your face and gingerly kisses the tip of your nose. “Let me draw you a bath, please. It’s the least I can do.”

You smile and nod in response. “A bath sounds lovely.”

He gets up from the bed and turns the camera off, stepping out of the room to warm up the tub. “Meet me in ten?” He calls from the other room. Ten! You call back.

You lay out on the large bed and let the gentle tap of rain on the window lull you to comfort. The classical music trickles into the room faintly and swirls with the delicate floral scent of the nearby candle. The rope burns smart, but it’s nothing you can’t handle. Just the memory alone of your flirty boy-next-door holding you down and fucking you restlessly is enough to make the pain dissipate.

You lift from the bed and walk over to the camera, flipping it on. Photo after photo cement in your mind a scene you never thought you’d experience. Yet here it is, immortalized. As you stare at the photos your eyes continue to search for Taehyung. His face is kind and concentrated, focused on making you feel good. All while you’re wrapped up like a special present, just for him.

“Y/n, I’m ready—“ Tae steps back into the room and watches you flick past intimate images of your bodies tangled, kissing passionately, feeding into one another, pleasing endlessly. He stands beside you and watches as you hover over your favorite moments, commenting alongside, praising the photos he thinks captures you beautifully until you come to the end.

Tae hugs you to him and kisses the back of your neck. The two of you stand, pressed together in his room, swaying to the music, letting the moment last a little longer. Raindrops fade into the background until all you can hear is the thrumming in your chests.

“I have a confession.” You break the silence, holding his hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it. He drapes his chin over your shoulder and you meet his patient eyes.

“What’s your confession, cutie?” His eyebrows quirk with interest.

“I didn’t lose my keys.”

Taehyung snorts a stifled laugh and pivots you around to face him. “Come again?”

“I’ve never lost my keys.” Your face lights with a cheeky smile. “I’m very good at keeping track go my things, actually.”

“So all the times I left my cozy apartment to save you, my cute neighbor, the damsel in distress…”

“Well, besides the first time. It was all a sham, a mirage, a facade. Plain trickery on my part.”

“Wowww.” He drops his arms from your waist and hangs his head low in exaggerated dejection. 

“I wish I could say I’m sorry, but I’m not.” You comb your fingers back through his hair and let it fall naturally across his forehead.

“Everything I know is a lie.” He peaks up his eye to see if you’re still watching. He releases a heavy sigh. “How will I ever move past this?”

“I know I’ll have to rebuild your trust, but please Tae, if you really love me…”

He opens both eyes and raises his head to meet your gaze.

“Uh, if you really like me,” you correct, blushing violently.

“No, no,” he smiles. “Continue. ‘If you really love me…’ What, what should I do?”

“Y-ou.” You stammer. “You, uh, you’ll find it in your heart to, you know, forgive me.” You hide your face behind your hands, traumatized by your slip.

“Okay.” He replies quickly.

You perk your head up from behind your hands, mouth slightly agape. “Okay, what?”

He laughs and pulls you close to his chest again, burying his face deep in your hair. “I forgive you,” he whispers softly and kisses your burning cheek. “Besides, you’re too cute to stay fake mad at.”

There is a gentle hum in the apartment as electronics turn back on and the lights flicker to life. Rain ticks against the window so quietly now that it’s barely there. The digital clock on Tae’s dresser flashes a few minutes past 10:00 p.m.

You sigh into Tae’s chest and wrap your arms around his waist. “Damn, I kinda liked living in the dark.” You hum into his embrace and give him a light poke in the side. “Hey.”

He looks at you and pokes your side in return. “Hey.”

“I forgive you too.”

“You better.” He laughs. “However, I still owe you that bath.”

“Join me.” Your eyes plead with your neighbor until he smiles his signature smile and pulls you by the wrist to follow him close behind. 

“Oookay,” he sighs. “But under one condition.”

“Shoot.”

“Just don’t lock us both in the bathroom and ‘accidentally’ lose the key, will you?”

“Shut up.” You slap his chest. 

“You love me.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You hide your rosy cheeks behind his arm and peek over to see his eyes crinkle back at you.

“Love you too.”

“Such a beautiful name. It suits you.”

“Thank you, Tae. I like yours as well.” Your eyes are transfixed on his, trying your best to keep a straight face. “What’s the meaning?”

He quirks his eyebrow and smiles. “I’ve heard many meanings, but my favorite is ‘prosperity.’”

Never having truly learned the origin of his name, this feels like the most fitting response.

“Do you consider yourself to be a prosperous person?”

Tae laughs out loud and proudly flashes his Gucci watch. “You tell me.”

“Oo, I love a modest man.” You feign shock, clasping your hands to your face, mouth parted in awe. “Is that praw-duh?” At this point, you really can’t help but break character. Even in his fantasy, he is too rich to live. Quite purposefully, you butcher the brand and the pronunciation, loving the way he shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Oof—sorry, I, uh…” Tae pretends to check his watch. “Time really slipped away from me. I should get going…”

You reach for his arm and loop into it. Laughter bubbles to the surface between the two of you, breaking your characters for just for a second longer. “C’mon Gucci boy.” You place a kiss on his cheek to reignite his courage. “Play with me.”

He tongues the inside of his cheek and smiles with his eyes. “Well, y/n, I know we just met, but…I feel drawn to you.” He tightens his hold, tugging you closer. “Putting aside from the fact that you don’t recognize a good designer watch when you see it, I’d like to continue this date.”

“That sounds lovely, Tae.” You close your eyes and slip back into your meek persona. “I-I really appreciate you giving me a second chance. I’ll admit…” You look at him with doe eyes. “…you make me nervous.”

Hm, he hums at your side and tries to hide how pleased he is. “I know a quiet place where we can get to know each other better. How does that sound, kitten?”

“That’s very forward of you, Tae.” You lift your lashes slowly. “It sounds lovely.”

Tae bites his bottom lip. This cat and mouse game is one of his favorite ideas for a date. Pretend you’ve never met to see where the night takes you. Tonight, however, you’re simply strolling outside the dorms, safely within the confines of the landscaped courtyard.

It isn’t ideal, having to be separated from society. Tae often recalls when he could sit in the video game cafe for hours without a soul noticing him or even caring who he was. Anonymity had its perks.

The feeling of being mysterious and unknown excites you too. Tonight, the tall glimmering yard lights are skyscrapers in the city of your wildest dreams.

“Let’s play a game, y/n.” Tae walks you in circles around a large pillar, then changes direction down a different path. “How about two truths and a lie?”

You nod, eyes fixated on his. “You first.”

“Hm. Let’s see.” He taps his finger to his chin in deep thought. “I…can't stand the taste of coffee.” He taps his finger a couple times. “The first artist I ever bought an album from was Girl’s Generation, anddd…I’m left-handed.”

It’s adorable how much thought he put into it, pausing between sentences. You both know you know him too well to lose the game. Still playing the part, you take a moment to think.

“Coffee, hm, that’s interesting.”

“Very.” His thumb slowly circles the smooth skin at the back of your hand as you talk. It’s an involuntary habit no matter who he is that day; a friendly reminder that he’s always there.

“You know what Tae, I think you’re telling the truth on that one. You seem like the sophisticated tea type anyhow.”

He beams at your words. “Thank you for noticing.” He gestures for you to continue. “So that just leaves Girl’s Generation and left-handedness. Now you have a 50/50 chance of winning my heart.”

You tilt your head, curious. “It’s that easy to win your heart?”

He has a mischievous smile that quirks at the corner of his full lips. “If you kiss me, your chances increase,” he proposes, swiveling you around you face him.

“But Tae—I barely know you…” You hold your flattened palms against his chest dramatically but put no effort in holding him back. “I’m not that kind of girl.”

He leans in close and drags his lips down your neck, tonguing your receptive skin. “Let’s find out what kind of girl you are,” he whispers in a low voice, deep and brassy. He cradles your spinning head between his two palms and graces your lips with the softest kiss. He’s slow and gentle but there’s an underlying impatience in his touch. It doesn’t seem this game will last much longer. Nonetheless, you carry on, breaking the kiss, breathless and shocked.

“I—I don’t know what came over me. Forgive me, please. That was so…unexpected.” 

Tae studies your lips as you worry them into a pout. He slowly touches his lips with his soft fingertips, tempting you through his character to push the narrative. “Finish the game and perhaps you can expect the unexpected again.”

”O-okay.” You gulp. “Well, I think I have you figured out, Tae.”

“Hm, so soon?”

You strum your fingers to your chin, mimicking him. “I know we just met minutes ago, but I get the impression you’re not left-handed.” You watch his eyebrow raise curiously. You take his hands in yours and thumb over the back of them like he does to you so frequently. “These hands are equally beautiful, and I assume…equally talented.”

His face brightens at your suggestive remark. “Talented?”

You stutter through your quiet reply. “D-don’t make me say it.” You’re far from shy but you play it up, noticing how excited he seems to be by your plot device.

Hm, he tongues his blushed lip and studies you like prey. “That’s bold of you to assume, kitten. You think I have talented hands? That’s cute.” He’s back to your neck, holding you lightly in one hand while the other sneaks up the front of your shirt. “Would you like me to show you what they’re capable of?”

Oh, you know. You know. But tonight, under the ruse of a new and unpredictable romance, y/n does not. She is merely the latest moth to fly headfirst into Taehyung’s electric trap.

“W-will you show me?” You honey your voice, sweet like molasses.

Taehyung tilts your neck to the side with a stronger grasp, playing a game with your airflow. In between shallow breaths, you focus on the cool fall breeze and admire the night sky, heavy with stars. There’s something about a waxing moon that brings out his kinky side. He steps backward until he’s up against a large pillar, guiding you by the neck to follow like his compliant pet.

“You’ll have to keep your voice down unless you want me to stop. Understood?”

You nod and try to conceal the pleased smile the begs to etch itself across your face. The Tae you know rides high on the prospect of getting caught. It’s too dangerous for his reputation to do it often, but when the mood strikes…

“Turn around and open your legs,” he demands roughly and presses your chest to the pillar with your arms behind your back. He pulls up the back of your skirt and delivers a hard smack to your ass, holding his hand against the mark, feeling it pulse beneath his palm. “Mm, not such a good girl now, are you?”

Your mouth hung open as he delivered a few more smacks to your backside, switching up the placement to distribute the pleasure. “N-no…”

“No, what?”

“I’m a good girl…” You sweeten the octave of your voice. “…but I’ll be bad for you, Tae.”

Without seeing his face, you can tell from his low baritone that you said the magic words.

“Put your hands on the pillar, kitten.” He reaches between your legs and strokes you over your underwear. The sound of his zipper resounds in the vacant dim-lit walkway. “Nice and wet for me. You make it too easy.” His breath becomes shallow as he fists his hard cock behind you.

“T-tae…your hands…please…”

“So eager for me to touch you?” He chuckles at your commitment to the role you’ve chosen. “Are you too shy to ask?”

You nod, actually embarrassed to say much else.

“Let me take care of that.” He neglects his aching length to glide two long fingers into your heat. He groans at your body’s instant reaction to being filled, loving how responsive you are to just his hand. He gives you time to adjust, scissoring in and out slowly.

“Gonna make room for me.” He withdraws his hand and pumps his cock with your arousal until he’s slick and turgid. He rubs his reddened tip at your entrance. “Would you let a stranger fuck you on the first date, out in the open for all to see?” He tsks at your airy moans and pleas to be filled again, making you squirm as you clutch desperately onto the cold pillar. “Hold on tight,” he prompts, sliding halfway into your cunt, pulsing gently, then pushing in as hard and deep as he can.

Taehyung skips a gradual pace, far too horny and anxious to be gentle. “This pussy takes me so well,” he pants heavily in your ear. “Your tight cunt is squeezing me so hard, kitten, I could cum right away.” He fucks into you with firm intention, giving his all to make you break apart on command. “I’ll fill you so nice—you’ll feel me for days after.” He desperately edges his high by matching his hips to your ass and rolling into you as slow as he can muster.

“Yes, Tae…F-fuck—“

You brace yourself on the pillar, feeling your legs shake from your impending orgasm. It crept up and hit you all at once, causing you to arch your back into his chest and whimper out a string of curses. 

Taehyung increases his thrusts, wrapping a hand around your mouth to muffle your cries. “Sh, y/n, shh.” His character falls away, his orgasm ripping at the seams. He tries with all his might to quiet your fucked-out voice while he paints your walls with his hot seed. “Baby, quiet. Fuck—“ One sloppy and final thrust into you and he’s shaking to withdraw, sobering as the surrounding scenery comes back into view, so clear and real. 

“Tae, we should…” You slide your underwear back into place, feeling your boyfriend’s cum tack onto the fabric.

He smoothes your skirt down to cover you quickly, zipping and buckling his own pants soon after. Clothing in place and the coast clear, he holds you close and tenderly. 

“I learned something new about you tonight,” he says breathlessly, turning you around to face him. He’s enraptured in your enigmatic glassy eyes, so pure and lost in love.

“Yeah?”

“You are a good girl.” 

He gently combs your hair back to tuck neatly behind your ear. He places a kiss on the apple of your cheek and whispers in earnest conviction. “I’m happy we met.”

You blush under his loving gaze and affection, feeling in your heart the weight of his compliment, knowing it was directed to the real y/n. “Me too, Tae,” you respond softly, letting him kiss you over again. “So happy too.”

So you followed him down a quaint trail, hugged by a tight weave of foliage. He led you up the trail as it began to incline, less manicured than the main pathway you used to take but still managed to move through. At the crest of the trail there laid a picturesque clearing that overlooked the grove. Trees were ablaze, shimmering with carmine and amber leaves as far as the eye could see.

It’s unreal, you marveled, breathing in a fresh current of air that flowed up the hillside. The grove felt alive, more than it already was, almost pulsating, bathed in the sun’s golden glow. Time stood still as a breeze circled around you. Only the faint sound of rustling leaves could be heard.

Jungkook closed his eyes and drifted away for a moment. His angelic face became shielded from the remaining flickers of sunlight as large fluffy clouds billowed above, heavy with the scent of rain. His face didn’t flinch when a small droplet of water soothed down his cheek. He hummed, eyes shut delicately, face turned up towards the sky. I love the smell of winter coming.

He lives for the unexpected romances of life. Rose-colored glasses and all. If there is a glimmer of optimism in a dark cloud, he finds it every time.

We should head back, you suggested, tugging his arm to follow. But he didn’t budge.

A little longer, he pleaded, interlacing his fingers with yours. We came so far.

Okay, you agreed, wanting nothing more than to see him happy. You followed his lead to lay out on a dry patch of grass at the outskirts of the clearing, shaded under a large oak. Rain began to trickle steadily as the sun dipped beneath the horizon, bathing you in a dusky purple haze.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders protectively, keeping you warm in his embrace. I’ve always wondered what it felt like to be in love, he whispered. His eyes cast down at your lap as you nervously traced the seam of your pant leg.

So have I, you replied, still avoiding his curious stare. Your cheeks felt hot despite the dropping temperature.

Jungkook’s arm fell down to wrap around your waist and stroke your side. His other arm lifted to touch two fingers to your jaw, gingerly coaxing you to look at him. When you complied, you were met with his parted lips, so gentle and kind. It was a daydream within a daydream. He pulled you in close as you explored each other for the first time.

Can it be like this every day? Barely broken apart, his cherry lips tickled yours with anticipation. Misty beads of rain stuck to his hot face and melted into his skin.

You nodded, too nervous to form the words you know he desperately needed to hear. Instead, you brushed your hand at the back of his neck, placed a kiss against the scar on his cheek, smoothed your chest to his and let your hearts beat in sync. You held him like you’ve always wanted to as raindrops bounced softly on the dry leaves.

Jungkook breathed deeply as the heat between your bodies rose. His eyes fluttered as he took in your natural scent, so familiar.

I want to make you mine, he begged sweetly, feeling under your shirt, around your ribcage, over the swell of your breasts. He took his time to trace and memorize the imperfect beauty of your skin, freckles and all.

Take what you want, you exhaled. It’s yours.

You meant it—whatever he wanted because it was always his to begin with.

He slipped your shirt over your head and you let him unclasp your bra to feel more. He laid you back onto the dewy grass, hair splaying behind you like a halo. His hands never left your body as he hovered above and tugged your pants lose around your knees.

A small gasp left your mouth at the feeling of his anxious fingers. He trailed them between your soft thighs and eagerly slipped your underwear to the side to feel you bare. You closed your eyes and listened to the rain gently tap against the leaves before they came to rest upon your reddening face. You rolled your hips to guide his fingers, begging for them to push past your soaked folds.

Please, just—

His long fingers found their way, exactly where you wanted them. They rubbed over your clit at a pace you didn’t expect, causing your breath to hitch and your throat to tighten and dry.

Rhythmic rainfall increased in tempo. The dusk’s cool air felt electric on your misty flesh, magnifying each new ripple of pleasure he administered. Every little movement made butterflies flutter in your chest and down to your belly, frantic when his digits finally plunged three-deep into your heat. Quick snaps, in and out of your constricting pussy, deliberate and greedy for your approval.

Please, please, please… You begged, not knowing if you could have wanted anything more, but need to say something; say anything to let him know how good he made you feel.

He asked to taste you, licking hot open-mouthed kisses down your neck and onto your bare breasts. Yes, you whimpered through unstoppable contractions. You kicked your pants off from around your ankles and parted your knees for him to fit.

He bit and sucked his way down, teasingly, painful and frantic at times. In his wake were purple and red marks, signifying his claim on your body. They were like impermanent tattoos that would fade and need rebranding, which he would so happily oblige because you were finally his.

His wanting tongue wrapped around his fingers to clean them completely before joining them inside your tight hole again. He savored your essence and groaned as his tastebuds lapped every drop. He tongued the arousal around your swollen bud, flicking to make you jolt beneath him.

It’s okay. Let go, he urges from between your legs. Come undone for me.

You slid your hands over the slick blades of grass to ground yourself. Jungkook’s fingers worked in tandem with his dextrous tongue, taking care to smooth over every inch of your velvety curves.

I’m c-close. You were more than close, just teetering on the edge of falling. Kook, I’m—oh, god…

Jungkook pulled out quickly and let you ride his lips until you reached your end, twinging and shaking through soft sobs of praise.

The dark clouds had passed and the rain trickled its last drops onto your naked body. Rich notes of cedarwood and flora rise from the cooling soil around your secret patch of grass. For a quiet minute, you shifted between reality and a dream state as you tried to discern whether you were up in the clouds or safe on solid ground.

I love you, he confessed, face buried in the warm flesh of your thighs.

You waited for him to look at you before returning his words. You needed him to see it coming from your lips to know it’s true. You said it before but it meant something entirely new, right then, as the moonlight pooled in his eyes expectantly. I love you too.

You were no longer dreaming as the sweet autumn petrichor followed you home on the long walk back. As the starlight casted off shiny droplets of water, the dying leaves looked waxy and strong.

It’s beautiful, Jungkook noted, holding your hand tighter.

It is, you agreed, respecting how the fiery foliage held onto the branches.

Winter would come soon, so you walked slowly to enjoy the fall colors while they lasted, as they fought against the cold to thrive another day.

-

It had been weeks of traveling, dance practice, vocal training, interviews and performances. He’s still riding high on the energy of ARMY and completing a successful tour that he’s barely slept longer than four hours since getting home.

He arrived late last night after a long flight and shuffled into your apartment like the walking dead. You woke when he plopped his tired body onto the bed and koala-hugged your back. His leg wrapped around the small of your waist as he lazily pressed hot kisses to your neck until he could no longer hold his eyes open.

-

“Jagiya, I need to hold you.” He tugs on your arm to lay down next to him. “Please, please, just until I fall asleep.”

He gets clingy like this when he’s sleepy. For years he’s struggled to sleep soundly with empty arms.

“Where’s RJ?” You ask, curious that the plushie is nowhere in sight.

That alpaca plushie has traveled the world with your boyfriend and kept him company when he needed comfort. On nights when he felt particularly homesick, he’d hug RJ close and FaceTime you until one of you fell asleep.

Jin’s face drops.

“I was too distracted. I think I left him on the plane.”

“Oh, baby.” You slip out from under his legs and lay on your side so he can hold you.

“Namjoon couldn’t find his passport, so I searched the plane for half an hour until he realized it was in his jacket all along.”

“What is that, the second time?”

“Third.”

You really admire Namjoon for taking on so much responsibility as their group leader, but he can be so clumsy. Three times? You laugh at the thought of him frantically searching the cabin, and the look of embarrassment he must have had when he found it. It’s almost refreshing to hear that someone with an IQ of 148 can lose his passport three times.

“So, you ‘pulled an RM’ and lost RJ?” You smooth a thumb over his plump pink lips and peck them a couple times. They’re so soft to the touch and all for you. “I’m sorry, honey. We’ll check lost and found in the morning, yeah?”

Jin’s bubbly laughter tickles your neck.

“I refuse to accept this as my fault. I’m blaming Namjoon for this.”

“Totally his fault. I’m on your side.”

“That’s my girl.”

Jin’s smile is infectious. Next thing you know, you’re smiling too.

“I missed you.” You confess, staring at his handsome face like an idiot. It’s been forever since you’ve laid face-to-face and just enjoyed each other’s presence.

“Missed you so bad, Jagi.” He kisses you deeply and savors your submission to his touch. It’s not hard to let him take control when he does it so well. His large and nimble hands cup your cheek and hold you at the lower back, flush with his body. “Wanted to do this every night.”

“At least we had video chats.” You wink at his reddening cheeks. “It helped.”

Jin buries his face in the crook of your neck and kisses your sensitive skin sweetly with an open mouth. He’s clearly thinking back to your last FaceTime session about a week ago.

BTS had an off day between flights and got to choose what they wanted to do. Jin had visited that location before, so he decided to stay in his dark hotel room and play videogames. He wasn’t but an hour into the first game when you sent him a naughty photo.

Me: Jinnie, I miss your cock.

You skipped the lingerie and decided to cover parts of your body with his favorite silk sheet. The light shade of lavender looked beautiful against your skin, hugging your breasts tightly, allowing them to spill over the top and tease just the slightest flash of areola. It was fairly tame compared to what you’ve sent him in the past, but plenty enough to grab his attention. He’s a purist. And after weeks apart, it didn’t take much to get him aroused.

Worldwide Handsome: 😳 Worldwide Handsome: Jungkook almost saw that.

Me: Let him see. Me: It’s you I want.

Five minutes later and Jin called you, breathing heavily.

“Do you realize how strong that kid is? I’m surprised I was able to pry him from my computer.”

“Mm, my strong man.” You couldn’t resist putting on a sultry tone. You had been horny all day just imagining his fist wrapped around his length, pumping it, putting on a show for you. His plump mouth, parted and moaning your name as he climbs higher. So filled with pleasure he forgets how to string together words.

He chuckled into the receiver. “I’m not just handsome, you know. So, you’re alone?”

“Mhm...” You sent a FaceTime request. “Wanna see?”

He spent less than two seconds before accepting the request. The first thing he saw was you palming your breasts over the silk sheet, teasing your buds to stiffen under the thin material. You hummed and closed your eyes while tilting your head back, giving him a meal of it.

“Jinnie, I’m so sensitive right now. Every little touch is sooo…” You dipped your hand down to cup your sex, running your fingers through your already soaked folds. “…teasing. Oh, baby. I wish you were here to taste me.” You flattened the tip of your tongue against the pad of your finger and lapped up your own arousal, letting him see everything and taking your sweet time.

He knew by the lustful look in your eyes that you were past pleasantries. You needed him, and from the way you dipped back down to thrust your fingers into your cunt, you needed him quick. He wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to see your blissed-out face as you fuck yourself for him. It was torture not being able to touch you in-person, but this was the next best thing.

“Jagiya, go grab that toy I left for you. Let me see you use it on yourself.” Jin propped his phone on a small tripod and tilted it to his waist, leaving just enough space for you to see his parted mouth as he gives you directions. He loosened his belt buckle and shuffled his jeans down his thighs. He revels in moments like this, with you already so wet and ready for instruction.

Your eyes widened at the suggestion, trying not to drool by the sight of your boyfriends toned thighs coming into view. His hard cock strained against the fabric of his briefs.

You reached into your bedside table and pulled out a dark purple vibrator. It’s phallic in shape but smoothed out to be just a little less conspicuous, and in Jin’s mind, less intimidating. Nonetheless, he loved hearing you use it on yourself. The faint whir of the vibrations was enough to get him painfully hard and dripping with pre-cum.

You flicked it on and popped it into your mouth to wet it. Swirling your tongue around the length. Reminding Jin of your talented mouth.

“How do you want me?” The question was silly. You knew what he wanted. You always did.

“Hold your knees to your chest, Y/n. I still want to see your face.”

“Okay, like this?” You laid on your back and wrapped one arm to hug your knees to your chest. Ass and pussy unapologetically out and dripping onto the sheet.

“Mhm. Now—fuck…” Jin bit down on his lip and wrapped his hand around his clothed clock.

“Take yourself out, baby. I want to see how hard you are for me. Want to imagine it’s you when I fuck myself with this cock.”

“Shit—okay.” He pulled down the fabric and pushed it to meet his jeans. His aching tip blushed and dark pink, already dampened and mouthwatering. He wrapped a few fingers tightly around it and couldn’t resist pumping at the sight of you spread out on your bed, waiting for his command. “Put it in…slowly. Wanna see..”

The vibrator slid between your lips with ease and filled you up well enough. Its room-temperature silicone didn’t compare to your boyfriend’s girth. But it felt good to be filled.

“That’s good. So good…and like that…yeah.” Jin closed his eyes for a moment to compose himself between pumps. He was working too fast and the view of the vibrator being hugged by your tight cunt was making his head spin.

“Not enough, I gotta…” You clicked the vibration speed up and almost winded yourself at the increased sensation. “F-fuck, Jinnie-ah.” You held your knees tight to your chest and pumped the vibrator with quick snaps, right up into your g-spot.

“Go fast, don’t stop.” He commands you.

Jin’s hotel room filled with the sound of you moaning over speakerphone while your pussy sucked the dark purple cock in and out with a wet smack.

“I’m gonna cum if you keep fucking your hand like that.” You snapped the vibrator in and out at the pace of your boyfriend’s pumps on his rock-hard length. “God, I wish I could suck you off.”

“Gah—that filthy mouth of yours. Me too, Jagi. So much. When I get home I’m going to cum down your throat over and over. Do you want that, huh? You miss eating my cum?”

“Wanna taste you. I’ll imagine it.”

“I-I’ll show you.”

“I swear…I’ll cum.”

“With me, right now. F-fuck, come on Y/n, cum with me.” Jim quickened his pace and teased his frenulum with the pad of his thumb, rubbing it with rapid strokes up and over his tip. He loved the way your mouth hung open at the sight of him edging.

You amped up the vibration speed to max and tilted your head into the pillow to muffle your cries. Jin reached his peak at the increased volume and spilled his seed over his pumping fist.

“I…Y/n, I’m—. God, you make me cum so hard…when you…fuck…do not stop.” His words jumbled together as he spurted his release a couple more times onto his twinging abs.

Catching sight of his fucked out face and the pearly white droplets of cum sliding down his toned stomach sent you spiraling. You clamped down onto the vibrator and pulled it up and around your clit to shake out a powerful orgasm. It was worth the long buildup, waiting for Jin to be alone. Waiting to see him pleasure himself just for you. Because he was always worth waiting for.

Jin continues to lap at your neck, now sucking, tight, dark and bruising hickies. “I need to pay you back for that little show.”

“Same here, baby.” You loop your leg around his hip and feel his growing bulge rub against your clothed pussy. “But shouldn’t you be sleeping? We can always come back to this.”

“Every night, I snuggled RJ and suffered with an aching dick. Your sexy pictures…those texts. It made me miss you…so bad.”

“Mhm, Jinnie…”

“Did you touch yourself every night, like I did?”

You nod and press your lips to his, moaning into hot open-mouthed kisses.

“Are you wet already?” He reaches down between your legs and shoves his middle finger deep into your ready heat. He hooks up and thrusts into you, making you hear the wet suck of you taking him so eagerly. “You could take me right away, couldn’t you?”

“Please.”

“I need to be inside you. Need to feel you hug around me, Jagi. It’s been so long. Just want to be close.” He wraps his arms around you and climbs on top. He takes down your pants and his own.

You grind up and let your slick arousal dampen his cock, gliding his length between your folds and teasing your tender clit.

“Do we have condoms? Do I need to pull out, honey?”

“Don’t you dare.”

“But I—“

“On birth control now. Wanna feel every ridge of you.”

“Shit—Y/n.” Jin lifts your hips to settle underneath him and lines up his cock. “You’re too good to me. How did I get so lucky?”

You smile into his kiss, opening your mouth to swallow his feral groan when he enters you. It’s surreal, feeling him bare within your warm walls. He’s a perfect size, larger than the vibrator, filling you with a slight stretch that stings deliciously.

It’s everything you dreamed of as you touched yourself every night, waiting for him to come home. It’s the closest you can be. Hugged lovingly beneath him. Caged in his arms. Sharing breath, too afraid to break away.

He whispers against your lips, praises and I love you’s. It’s the safest feeling.

“Move please, Jinnie-ah.”

He grips you at the lower back and rolls his hips into you. He’s fucked you before, but this is different. He’s taking his time, rolling at a steady pace, getting nice and deep. It’s stealing your breath at how passionate his movements are, almost like a slow dance.

But this is more than that. More than the filthy talk, promiscuous text messages and revealing photos that made you want to deep throat him until you couldn’t breathe.

“It gets so hard sometimes, Jagi.”

You nod and thumb over his reddened cheek.  

“I don’t take what I have for granted, but sometimes it’s so lonely.” He pulls your chest up to his and cups his hands behind your back. He holds you in a seated position so you are face-to-face, rolling your hips together. It’s as much you as it is him, just feeling the moment, being present.

“I’ll always be here.” You whisper into his kiss.

His new angle is pressing the base of Jin’s cock right into your clit with each hip roll, over again. It’s so good that you don’t realize how close you’ve gotten until Jin says—

“I’m gonna give you every drop of my cum. Fill you good so you feel me drip down your thighs. It’ll be a reminder of how well we fucked each other, because, God, I never want to forget.”

You moan into his neck and brace his broad shoulders as he rolls into you a little faster. It’s just enough to make you stumble over your words. So you decide not to speak and just let your involuntary moans and horny pants let him know how ready you are.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” He rolls faster and holds you tight, nibbling down your neck. “You got sooo tight. F-fuck, it’s too tight, Jagi.” He stills inside of you and you can feel his hot cum paint your walls.

“S-shit—oh—“ You clamp down on his cock and he doesn’t dare pull out, not when you’re coming undone before his very eyes. And you’re the most irresistible sight, head thrown back and bottom lip tucked painfully between your teeth. Gasping out hitched breaths. Soaking your boyfriend in your own release.

Then--It’s a quiet moment of untangling limbs and slow, languid kisses as you two break away.

“Let’s go to bed, Y/n.” He holds your hand as you walk together to the bedroom. “I need to hold you. Please, just until I fall asleep?”

“As long as you want, Jin.” You rest in the crook of his arm as he lays out on his back. It’s almost as if you fed him a handful of melatonin because he begins to lightly snore the second his head hits the pillow. “Good night, baby.”

Your eyelids begin to feel very heavy as the slow rhythm of Jin’s breaths sync with your own. It’s a level of comfort you haven’t felt in a long time. It’s safe and secure in the crook of his arm, protected by his broad and muscular shoulders.

In the corner of your eye, you see your phone screen light up on the bedside table. You very slowly crawl to the edge of the bed and grab the phone, safe to not disturb him. It’s a text from Namjoon.

Rapmon: *Ding dong* Rapmon: Noona, check your doorstep.

Curious, you walk over to the door and open it. At your feet is a little basket with RJ and a Starbucks gift card. A little note dangles from the basket, neatly written in Namjoon’s handwriting:

Returning the favor, Hyung.

-Your Fearless Leader

You swipe open your phone.

Me: Thank you for reuniting RJ with his father! Where was he??

Rapmon: Safe and sound, in lost and found. 😊 Rapmon: He was a little shaken up, but happy to get home. Rapmon: Surprise Jin, yeah?

Me: He’ll be sooo surprised. One sec!☝️

Back at Jin’s side, you lift his arm a bit and tuck RJ in. Even in deep sleep, he hugs the plushie to his chest like it was always meant to be there.

You drape a blanket over Jin, making sure RJ’s little head peeks out. You snap a picture of the two and quietly coo at how cute it is. Jin’s flushed cheek already resting against the doll and his closed eyes almost smiling with contentment.

You send Namjoon the picture.

Rapmon: Aw, Hyung and his son. Back together again.

Me: Together at last! Me: Thx again, Joon.  Me: Now go get some sleep! Leaders need to be well-rested.

Rapmon: Way ahead of you. ✌️

Me: And go put your passport somewhere safe. 😉

Rapmon: I TOLD HIM NOT TO SAY ANYTHING. Rapmon: I’ll never live this down. 😭😭😭

You laugh and power down your phone and lay back on the bed, resting your head against Jin’s arm. It’s easy to get lost in the gentle scent of his deodorant and natural musk. You never knew how much you needed it until the scent began to dissipate between BTS tours.

Now, Jin can sleep soundly and fill your space with windshield wiper laughter, dad jokes and the irreplaceable presence of him. It’s hard to describe. It’s calming energy.

So you hold the feeling of completeness close to your heart so it never leaves. An unspoken aura of us that only you two share and could ever fully value. And it holds you together like glue when life is just a little too lonely.

You rest your head on RJ and finally let your eyes fall shut. Tomorrow he eases back into performance practice and late-night FaceTime sessions. But we focus on the now. And right now, it’s time to snuggle.

You enter the party as Sailor Moon on the arm of your devastatingly handsome Tuxedo Mask. Jimin wears his suit like he invented the style, paired with a large-brimmed top hat that covers half his face and dramatic glasses that cover even more. His clothes are tailored to hug his frame just right, making heads turns as you walk past. The way he bows graciously and confidently smiles at your admirers have you clinging to his arm. Even after years together, your knees still weaken by his charismatic charms. Some of the other BTS members comment on how you two are so convincing in your transformations, undoubtedly winning the couples costume contest before it even begins. You peck your boyfriend on the cheek and split up for a bit to mingle.

After a couple hours, the venue is at capacity and filled with familiar faces. You bustle around and greet each of the BTS members except Jungkook, who Jimin spoke to briefly, but left early to play videogames at the dorm. Typical.

Jimin circles past you a few times as the night drags on to press lingering kisses to your neck or to whisper fervidly about how much he loves seeing you in the costume he picked out. The affection he shows you between casual conversations with the company crew is driving you mad with the need to get him alone.

You wander along the many hallways of this venue to find a secluded area or vacant room, your desire progressively building as you think of the ways you’d like to have him.

“…and there’s a spooky basement down the hallway,” you overhear the host say to a couple newcomers. “It’s set up for guests to stay the night if they can’t drive home.” Mhm—perfect.

You peer into an empty room and find Jimin alone, sitting on a couch with his back turned towards the doorway. His hat was poking up from behind the couch and nodding as he scrolled on his phone. He’s probably exhausted from practicing all week and waiting for the chance to slip home, you thought. You would usually agree to leave a party early, but you’re set on checking out this basement and possibly getting into some trouble. The idea of fucking your boyfriend at a Halloween party feels so sinful, especially if there’s a chance you might get caught.

You approach him from behind and wrap your hands around his eyes, surprising him and making him jump in his seat.

“Baby, I need you,” you whisper into his ear.

“Oh? Uh—“

“—There’s a basement here,” you cut him off, wasting no time. “I heard our host mention it’s just down the hallway. Nice and dark…away from everyone else.” You wrap your leg around the arm of the couch and place his hand on your thigh, letting him move up to brush past the lace underwear, which barely functioned as underwear and left very little to the imagination. You know how worked up he gets seeing you like this, especially when you’re bold enough to expose yourself where any of his friends could see.

“B-basement,” he whispered hoarsely. “Five minutes.”

Your heart skipped a beat at how shaken he was. It had been a while since you two were intimate, but still, his voice nearly quivered when he spoke and his touch was light and timid.

“Five minutes,” you repeated and smoothed your skirt down. “Don't be late.”

The basement stairwell is dark, nearly pitch black except for the thin beam of light streaming in through the door’s crack. You walk slowly down the stairs with arms outstretched to feel your way past fake cobwebs and hanging tinsel. You discover this floor is evenly adorned in festive decor as your hands brush against hanging skeletons and lumpy pumpkins, and the floor swirls with a thin haze of fog from the upstairs fog machine.

On the other side of the room, you can faintly make out a few large cushiony mats that are draped in luxurious blankets and pillows. There’s a small window against the back wall that casts a dim light above the mats, drawing you in deeper, until you hear the door crack open behind you.

A dark figure steps inside the basement and closes the door with a click. Now completely devoid of light from where you stand, you can only hear them descend down the creaking wooden stairs and the sound of their plastic glasses and hat as they pull it off and drop it to the floor. You feel their presence getting closer and the sound of their steps slowing.

“Baby,” you say in a sultry tone, voice thick with desire just thinking of the many ways you can finish what you started upstairs. “Come here and touch me…please.”

He takes another step forward, so close now that you can feel the warmth of his breath against your neck. “Noona,” he whispers, wrapping his long fingers delicately around your wrist and drawing you close. His hips met your own, pressing down so you can feel his length, already so hard and needy. Every intimate moment between you and your boyfriend was always just as heated and passionate, but this feels different somehow. There’s hesitancy in his touch that sends electricity between your bodies and begs for more. It’s as if you’re with a stranger, feeling them for the first time.

“Ch-Chim…” You take a step back and place your hand against his chest. You feel his heart beating heavily and his breath hitch as you trace your fingertips slowly down to grip his waist. His frame is slender yet firm and so responsive to your touch. Each curve of his body is very faintly silhouetted by the dim moon’s glow, cast from the far window above the sleeping mats. He stands tall—taller than you are used to, but you remember the heeled boots he paired with his costume.

“Chim?” he questions, his voice deep with lust. He leans down to brush his lips along the cuff of your ear. Lips part and harshly take your lobe between his teeth.

You could only bring yourself to nod, so enraptured in the sharp pain and pleasure of his teeth grazing your flesh, quickly soothed by the velvety warmth of his tongue and soft lips. You glide your hands underneath his shirt, caressing every dip and rise of his toned stomach. He’s strong…much stronger than you remember, but, he’s been working out with Joon a lot recently and it’s been weeks since you touched him like this.

“…I-I. Mm, Jiminie,” you moan as he reaches around to unclasp your bra. His actions are more committed as his hands deftly untie your dress and you let it pool around your ankles. He captures your bottom lip between his and nips lightly, begging for entrance. You let him in and you’re immediately lost in the moment, too entranced to hear the basement door creak open. “You’re so needy tonight, Chimmy. I love it when—“

“Y/n? Angel, are you down here?” Someone quietly calls from the top of the basement stairwell.

Your blood runs cold at the tone of their voice. It’s so featherlight that you almost didn’t hear. But you definitely hear them when they call out a second time, louder, yet still unwavering. It’s identical to the voice that coaxes you awake in the morning between languid kisses and sweet praise. Unmistakingly and undoubtedly…Jimin.

But if he’s there, then who…

“Didn’t I tell you, Hyung?” Asks the man clutching onto you. “I told you Y/n had a little crush on me,” he says, amused. He holds onto you tighter. He’s strong, yet there’s a tenderness to his touch that makes you think of Jimin; the way he holds you close by the small of your waist and uses his muscular thigh to coax your legs apart. “You never told me how sweet and submissive she is. She really is an angel.” His tone darkens as he pulls you in closer, running his thigh along your clothed pussy. “C-can I have her just a little longer?” he pleads with your boyfriend, who’s silhouette is mostly hidden by the hanging Halloween decor.

Hyung? You turn your head towards Jimin’s figure, your eyes frantically searching for him in the dark.

“Baby, I can explain— ah!” you gasp as the man ruts his thigh tighter against your slit, reminding you just how needy and ready you were to surrender yourself moments ago. You’re slack-jawed, wanting to pull away but too paralyzed to do so. You hear Jimin step closer to the two of you and strip off his hat and glasses, revealing his dark eyes lit by the moonlight now pouring in, glazed with want.

“Princess,” he says. “Be a good girl and do as Kook says.”

“K-kook,” you mirror Jimin’s words and your mind spirals at the revelation. “Jung-kook?!” You gasp aloud, pulling away to get a closer look at his face.

You notice him right away. His strong jawline and pouted lips curled delicately into a nervous bunny grin. It’s been only a few weeks since you’ve seen him in person, but you swear he’s grown even more. For years you’ve thought the maknae was attractive—certainly, how couldn’t you? He’s absolutely adorable the way he's so innocent yet so confident on stage, making young girls and grown women swoon at the way his body moves when he serenades the masses. But, but, offstage he can also be a bit of an immature brat. You only flirtatiously teased him around the studio to get a rise, never thinking it would develop into…this. Kook is a lot of things, but you never imagined him to be this dominating man with the power to bend your body to his will.

You bury your face in his chest as your cheeks redden from the embarrassment of your misunderstanding. “I’m so sorry,” you say between heavy breaths, “I’m just so shocked. I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you want me,” he boldly replies. “You wanted me just a few minutes ago before Jimin walked in.”

Your mind races at the possibility. The thought of being intimate with the younger man only crossed your mind a few times before, and it was a fleeting urge that you quickly shook away. You only mentioned it to your boyfriend during a night of drunken confessions, which he simply laughed at and forgot about the very next day. Or so you thought.

Jungkook’s cock presses insistently against your thigh and pulls you back to reality, You’re reminded of your boyfriend, who’s staring at your every move. “I just never thought I’d have you like this,” you confess.

His fingers tangle in your hair, gingerly tugging you to look at him. “Like what?” he asks, smiling widely. His eyes glimmer mischievously as he slowly looks you up and down, licking his lips at the sight of you bare in front of him. “How do you want me?”

You’re frozen by his words, completely taken aback at how bold he’s being in front of his friend. Your face grows hot as you force yourself to look away and back at Jimin. He’s just a few feet away now, laying casually against one of the large pillows on a sleeping mat.

“Answer him, love,” he prods, smirking at your discomfort. He rests his head back against the pillow and draws his plush bottom lip between his teeth. His eyes flicker between your eyes and Jungkooks thigh, still pressed tightly against your now soaked panties. “And be honest,” he says, “because I’ll know if you’re lying.”

Jungkook grips your chin between his slender fingers to make you look into his eyes which are now illuminated by the moon shining brilliantly through the basement window. There’s a fire in his gaze that makes your knees weak.

“Hyung and I see the way you look at me when we practice at the studio. How your thighs clamp together when I get too close, or how your tongue wets your lips when I look back at you through the mirror.”

You flick your tongue out to wet your lips at the memory of the two men dancing before their break. It was warm in the studio and they were working extra hard to prepare for their last show in Korea. Sweat pooled against their baggy shirts, making them cling to every muscle as they moved in sync. Jimin would smirk every time he caught your eye, knowing just how wet you got watching them.

Suddenly, you pant out your reply. It’s short and to the point, but it's all you can muster without getting on your knees and taking his cock right then and there.

“I want you to fuck me, Kookie.”

His body stiffens against yours, physically taken aback by your boldness. You even surprise yourself with your newfound courage, but there’s no turning back now. Every molecule in your body is begging for this—has been from quite some time, and now you’re ready to get what you desperately want.

“It would be my pleasu—“

“I want both of you to fuck me,” you interrupt. You look over at Jimin, who’s erection is now visible, straining against his tight pants.

Your boyfriend smiles devilishly from his spot on the mat and motions for you to come closer. You immediately comply. His smoldering gaze and thick pursing lips always get the best of you, making it impossible to resist. You crawl along the mat and sit on your legs, waiting for Jimin to take what’s his. He loves seeing you like this, utterly compliant and ready for him to use you as he wants.

“How are you feeling, Y/n?” Jimin asks as he urgently presses open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, biting his way down your neck to harshly suck the sensitive skin.

“How are you feeling?” You ask, voice laced with concern. “Y-you’re okay with this?”

“God, yes,” he huffs as he laps small bruises down your soft neck and onto your shoulder.

“Really?”

“Love, I don’t mind sharing you with him. Kook's one of my best friends,” he mutters between nibbles. “Plus, he’s told me for months now how he fantasizes about you. It’s cute, really. How can I blame him?” His lips travel down to take your nipple into his mouth, rolling the bud roughly with his tongue. “What’s the harm in giving the kid a taste? Together, we can make you feel so good, Y/n.”

You moan at Jimin’s words, feeling hot beneath the gaze of the two men.

“Kookie,” you say, turning your attention to him. “Come closer, baby.”

He doesn’t take a second of hesitation and joins you eagerly on the mat; his vascular hands quivering as they find purchase on his bent thighs.

“Tell me, baby,” you trace a finger slowly along the curve of his jawline, teasing his chin with a light pinch. “How do you fantasize about me?” Looking deep into his eyes, you press a soft kiss to his parted lips.

His cheeks turn bright red as he turns away, looking towards the ground. “It- um. It’s too embarrassing to say,” he softly answers. He’s flustered seeing his friend touch you so dominantly in the open; and by you, being so forward with him he can barely believe it’s happening.

“Bunny, Don’t be shy with me,” you smile warmly at the younger man and place your hand into his lap. “I really, really want to know.”

“I-I can show you,” he says, struggling to meet your gaze.

“Yes, please.”

Jungkook strips off his shirt and moves closer to straddle you from behind. He presses his bare chest against your back, sharing in the warmth radiating off one another. He pauses for a moment, gaining the courage to continue.

“So, show me,” you prod him on. Your voice is rich with need as you feel your panties cling to your wetness. The anticipation is almost too much.

The younger man wraps his feet around your legs and pulls them apart, exposing your damp pussy to Jimin.

“Jimin-ssi, take these off,” he says and motions to your flimsy underwear. Your boyfriend does as he’s asked and lingers to take in the sight of you exposed and spread open by his friend. He marvels at how wet you are, so ready to be taken.  

Without warning, Jungkook slides two of his long fingers past your folds, instantly finding that spot inside you. Both men moan at the loud wet sounds of your pussy as he finds his rhythm and picks up the speed, hitting that spot over and over again with ease. At this angle, you can feel everything he’s giving you. He slips in a third finger, increasing the pressure with every pump. So deliciously full, you clamp down hard and make it difficult for him to move any faster. He slides out to rub circles on your clit, using your wetness to easily glide over the bud again and again.

“Does that feel good, princess?” Jimin asks. He’s patiently sitting at your side with his legs crossed in front, palming at his erection that’s begging to be released.

You can only gasp out an “Mmm—y-yes,” as the maknae’s fingers push back in, nice and deep to make you stumble over your words. He takes full advantage of how preoccupied you are, a moaning mess, spread out in this unfamiliar basement. He uses his free hand to explore the rest of your body. Up and down the soft expanse of your thighs, then traveling up to eagerly kneed your breasts and pinch each of your nipples until they’re tender and red. Gasping out at the added stimulation, you roll your eyes back as you lean closer to his chest.

“Help her out, Hyung,” Jungkook demands the older man.

Jimin snaps to attention. He doesn’t have to be told twice, eagerly jumping at the opportunity to taste you for the first time in weeks. He bends down between your thighs and hungrily laps his tongue against your heat, savoring the sweet taste.

“Baby, you taste so fucking good. Always so good for me.” He finds a rhythm between his friend’s deft thrusts, running small circles against your sensitive skin over and over and savoring the soft sounds you make each time he dances across your bundle of nerves.  

Suddenly, he pulls your clit in between his thick lips and sucks hard, knowing how this pushes you beyond your limits every time the two you are alone. Up and over the edge, faster and faster. You’re so close to your end that one last suck sends you spiraling into ecstasy. You claw your nails down Jungkook’s arms and leave angry red marks, embedding them in tightly as your skilled boyfriend helps you ride out your high on the tip of his tongue.

“Christ,” you hear Kook gasp behind you. “That was better than how I imagined it. Noona, you’re so tight.” He pulls his fingers out of your spent pussy, holding them to the light to see the mess you made, then dipping each digit into his mouth to lick them clean. “Mm, you really do taste delicious. So sweet.”

You tilt your head back to capture his parted lips in a heated kiss, feeling overwhelmed by the innocent look of adornment in his eyes. You can feel his heart beating rapidly against your bare back and the pressure of his erection as he squirms to adjust the length.

“Jimin-sii,” he coaxes the older man, still draped between your legs. “Switch spots with me.”

Jimin grumbles in protest as he gets up, letting Jungkook crawl out from behind you and nuzzle down between your thighs. He laps at your folds, licking with care to get every bit and moaning loudly with arousal every time you pulse on his tongue from oversensitivity.

“Jiminie,” your blissed eyes meet your boyfriend’s.

“Yes, love?”

“Kookie’s being so good to me.”

“He really is. Should we reward him?”

You nod up and down, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth in a shy confession.

“I want to suck his cock, Chimmy,” you muse, making the maknae still beneath you.

“You heard her, Kook.” Jimin smiles wide at your request and pats Jungkook on the back. “Don’t make her beg, kid."

Jungkook sits from his position and nods thankfully at his friend, flashing him a devious smirk. Without notice, he flips you on your hands and knees, giving your ass a harsh slap. It stings deliciously, mixing the pain with the aftershocks of your orgasm. You’d seen the way he spanks the other members when he’s feeling extra bratty, and this made you feel like you’ve been missing out all along.

“Y/n.” He wraps around to meet your eyes. “I want you to beg for me,” he says darkly. Seemingly overcome with arousal, he’s much bolder than he was minutes before. There’s something sinister in his tone that makes you comply without question.

“Kookie, please. I really want to suck your cock,” you start. “I want to choke on you until you to cum down my throat. Please, baby, I want to taste you so bad.” You gaze at him through half-lidded eyes and edge forward on your hands and knees until you’re directly in line with the bulge in his pants.

“Such a needy girl,” he coos. “You may since you asked so nicely.”

He pulls the rest of his clothes off, letting his cock spring to attention inches from your wanting mouth. It’s incredibly hard, almost painfully so. Dewy beads of precum line the tip, which you deftly lick away.

“Oh, God. You’re sweet too, Kookie,” you praise. “I want more.”

You waste no time, quickly taking his impressive length past your lips and bobbing up and down, letting him in bit by bit until the tip brushes the back of your throat. He moans loudly, bracing his hand behind your head and begging you to slow down. The overwhelming pleasure makes him unable to stop bucking deep past your gag reflex. You’re used to how rough Jimin likes to fuck your throat so you’ve conditioned yourself to breathe between thrusts, laving your tongue along the large sensitive vein on the underside of his shaft. You use a free hand to massage his testicles, never breaking contact with your mouth as you continue to push deeper.

“Noon…ahh. Noona, p-please. You’re going to make me…” he sputters through hitched breaths and wraps his fist tightly around your hair to pull your mouth off of him.

“Princess, go easy on Kook.” Jimin chuckles. “He’s not used to you yet. You’re working him up too fast.” Your boyfriend covers a smirk with the back of his hand, clearly amused by how easily the younger man can crumble by your touch.

“I can do it,” Jungkook pouts in his defense. “In a minute though. I don’t want to cum too soon.”

You wipe away the saliva that’s collected on your chin and pull him into a kiss. “You were doing so well, bunny. Really well for Noona.” The younger man beams at your words.

“I want to see how Jimi-hyung fucks your mouth,” Jungkook says, challenging your boyfriend.

Jimin nods to accept and wipes the smirk from his face. He stands from his spot and hooks his arms under yours to pull you to a kneeling position, just as he’s done many times before. He strips off the rest of his clothes and casts them aside, pumping his thick cock a few times. He lines himself up with your lips, and you know exactly how to position your head so he slides into your hot mouth effortlessly. His head falls back in bliss and his lips part softly as you take him deeper, just like you did to his friend moments ago.

“Darling, your mouth feels like heaven. The way you work your tongue, I swear…fuck.” He holds the back of your head and gives a few shallow thrusts, closing his eyes tight at the sensation of your tongue flicking the tip teasingly. His warm chestnut hair falls over his face and sticks to his damp forehead as he picks up his pace. He looks so sinful standing above you as his abs flex with each pump. His steady breaths are getting quicker, uneven; his angelic face, relaxed and lost in pleasure.

You brace his hips for balance, ready to pull him in as deep as you can. Your throat begins to feel raw from taking two cocks in one night, but you power through and decide to put on a show for the younger man.

Jimin grips your hair back into a messy ponytail, using it to push and pull your mouth onto his hard length. The tip slams against the back of your throat and you can feel his precum dance along your tastebuds. It’s musky and sweet, driving you mad with desire. You can feel your arousal start to pool between your thighs again.

“Y/n, I can’t last m-much longer,” he begs.

You quicken your pace, using your hand to pump the base of his shaft as your mouth skillfully works the rest. He’s so close that he’s pulling your ponytail tighter and mumbling praises to you, not realizing how rough he’s being. You take him into your mouth entirely, pausing to let the heat of your mouth engulf his short and quick pumps.

“Love, you’re too good— I’m gonna…” Jimin gives one last tug on your hair and cums between your lips, panting out delicious needy moans. You swallow him down and lap up everything he has to give, rocking him through his orgasm. He falls to his knees beside you from the oversensitivity and kisses your lips passionately to praise you for a job well done.

“Kookie, are you ready to go again?” You ask, looking over your shoulder at the maknae. He’s staring intently at your dripping pussy as you’re bent over your boyfriend. “K-kookie,” you say again, moving closer to grab his attention.

“Noona, I need to fuck you now,” he begs and locks eyes with Jimin for approval. Jimin tirelessly nods and smiles his approval back to his friend.

“Only if Y/n wants to,” he searches your face for approval. “You still want Kookie to fuck you, don’t you, angel?”

You say nothing more and shove Jungkook’s back against a large pillow to rest in a sitting position. He stares at you in wonderment, waiting for what you’ll do next. You pump his cock a few times and line it up with your soaked lips, sinking down to adjust yourself to the new sensation of being stretched by his length.

“Gah—Ooh, Y/n. So fucking wet.” He lifts you up slightly to adjust and brings you down hard, filling you up completely. “I’m going to fuck you hard. Will you be a good girl for me?”

“Yes, b-bunny,” you coo, catching your breath. You lift up and stretch yourself all the way down, bouncing in sync with his upward thrusts. You lean your chest against his and press your lips to his ear, gasping in delight as he fully takes control. His thrusts are rough and angled to brush your sweet spot. “Fuck, you fill me up so well, baby.” Your mind is spinning as you chase your high for the second time. “I can’t wait to cum on your cock,” you lustfully whisper and trace your tongue along the silver hoops dangling from his ear.

“You have such a filthy mouth, Noona,” he whispers hotly against your parted lips and drags your bottom lip between his teeth. “I want to fill your pussy with my cum, Y/n,” he says, loudly enough for Jimin to hear. “I want to fuck you over and over until you’re begging me to make you pregnant. I want you to be a dripping mess, just for me.”

Your boyfriend gasps from behind you, right on queue.

“Don’t get yourself too worked up,” the older men mutters from across the mat. “She has an IUD, brat.”

You both laugh at the remark and bounce faster, amused by how protective your boyfriend can be when properly provoked. He’s doing so well with all this, you think. I’ll have to make it up to him later.

Jungkook flips you onto your back and slings your legs over his shoulders to push in deeper. His mind is lost in the pleasure you’re giving him, transfixed by how clenched you’ve become at this new angle.

“N-noona, I really can’t last long with you.” His thrusts become uneven as he picks up the pace. “I wanna make you feel good too,” he exhales, sliding his nimble fingers along your folds to rub circles around your clit. The motion of his thrusts sync with the circling of his fingers until you can’t ignore the pleasure rapidly building from his tentative care.

“Kookie. Oh, Kookie! Yes, yes. Faster, bunny, p-please don’t stop.” Your second orgasm of the night is coming to a fever pitch, coiling tight within you and begging to rip free. “You fuck me too good. You’re gonna make me—“

You’re torn from your thoughts as Jimin’s hot hand wraps possessively around your throat and locks his dark eyes onto yours. His firm grasp forces you into a commanding kiss and you moan indignantly at the pain, pleasure and arousal of his dominant side. He presses his thumb and middle finger down tight to restrict your breathing, dragging your orgasm out of you in violent shakes. Your legs shake as Jimin releases his grip, bringing you to another high as Jungkook continues to pound into you. Your vision blurs and you feel absolutely soaked as your release drenches the younger man.

“F-fuck, Noona! That’s so hot, holy shit.” Jungkook loses his mind at the sinful sight. He looks positively fucked out as he follows close behind and hugs your body to his chest. Your contracting pussy drives him over the edge, making him eagerly cum deep inside.

“You…never told me she could do that, Hyung,” Jungkook pants to your boyfriend as he rolls off of you an onto his side.

“I can’t give away all my secrets, can I, Kook?” Jimin replies, watching his friend curl to spoon you on your side. You lock eyes with Jimin as he smiles adoringly at the mess you’ve made. He beams, knowing he can still make you cum at his command. Even when you’re being fucked by another man, he’s the one to make you cum harder than ever. He curls around your other side and draws you by the tip of your chin to kiss him deeply. You savor this moment—your spent body wrapped tightly between the two men.

“Did you have fun, love?” Jimin asks, brushing your hair behind your ear to place tender kisses across your cheek. You nod and smile meekly at his affection, thankful that you’re his.

“Do you even have to ask?” You question, motioning down to your naked sweaty body. “That was so amazing, Chimmy. Thank you, baby.”

You roll around to pull Jungkook’s face close to yours, kissing him between praises. “And you were incredible, Kookie. I hope it was just as good as you fantasized,” you smile sweetly.

He smiles back with his wide bunny grin. “The fantasies could never compare to that. Jesus, Noona,” he laughs, shaking his head, still dumbfounded by what took place in this dark basement at his company's Halloween party. “And Hyung,” he says, leaning over you to playfully slap his friend. “Thanks for sharing.”

Jimin snorted, playfully slapping him back. “You’re welcome, kid. If you play your cards right, maybe I’ll invite you over to our place sometime.” He looks over at you. “Would you like that, princess?” You eagerly nod in approval and give both men a quick peck on the lips.

“I’d love to have Kookie over, Chim. We could have a sleepover,” you wink at the younger man. His cheeks tinge a rosy red as he thinks of what you and his friend have in store.

“Anything for you, love.” Jimin sighs happily, helping you pull your clothes back on. “Now let’s get the hell out of this basement before anyone else joins us.”

“Perhaps a spooooky ghost will appear,” Jungkook teases.

Jimin lightly punches the younger man and wraps him into a headlock. They laugh, shoving each other as they stumble towards the basement stairs.

“C’mon, Noona.” Jungkook calls, “Last one out will turn into a pumpkin!”