#heartforbts

Every hair on Jimin’s body stood on end. 

It was a soft whisper—the speaker clearly didn’t want her voice to be recognized, yet something about the sound sent a curious frisson of interest down his spine. 

He gulped. 

“Yes… that’s me. But if you’re looking for Hoseok he’s just a little deeper in. You probably caught his scent downwind so—”

“I’m not looking for Hoseok.”

Jimin licked his lips and the sight of it sparked a odd curl of heat in the pit of your belly. 

“I don’t know where anyone else is…”

“That’s quite alright.” A muted shuffle of movement reached his ears as you settled down beside him. “I was looking for you.” 

“Oh…” He rubbed the back of his neck idly. “Are you sure?”

Laughter like fairy bells whispered through the air and Jimin felt his heart clench.

Don’t get your hopes up. 

“Who are you?”

You were silent for a long time and then—

“I am someone who owes you a debt. One I have never been able to repay.”

Jimin’s head tilted curiously as he considered your words. 

“I’m sorry, miss… you must be mistaken. There isn’t—“

“You don’t remember.” 

It was a statement—not a question. Your voice was nearer now. He could feel the warmth of your body close to his—though not quite touching. “It was your wolf that saved me. But you had not gone through the Change yet.”

Familiar shame spiked sharply in his chest.

“I’m seven years past the Change...Why have you never mentioned this before?”

“Circumstances prevented me from doing so.” 

There was a cold finality to your pronouncement—which of course did nothing but further inflame his curiosity. 

“Then why come to me now?”

“I’ve come to repay you.”

Jimin’s mouth dropped open. 

Were you trying to—?!

“Oh—no please that-that’s not necessary—I could never take advantage of—”

You giggled again.  

“I am not offering my body, Park Jimin.”

Jimin breathed a heavy sigh of relief then shook his head with a wry chuckle. 

“Well considering the circumstances I can hardly be blamed for assuming you might be. And honestly most men would jump at the chance to—”

“You...are not most men.” 

Jimin’s eyes narrowed beneath his blindfold. 

“Little she-wolf—I may not be wrestling bears for fun or bare knuckle boxing in the town square, but I am still an alpha.”

The weight of his command poured over your body as he spoke the last word. There was no order or intent—he had simply given you a taste of his power. 

Aside from your direct blood relatives, no alpha had ever dared unleash their compel in your presence—therefore you were utterly unprepared for the effect it had on you—

Utterly unprepared for the strange surge of want so potent and profound that it stole the breath from your body. 

It was primal—invigorating—

Sensual.

You and your wolf may not have been entirely connected yet, but she was suddenly quite vocal about her desire to fully bask in Park Jimin’s attention.

A wicked grin played over his lips as he leaned in closer and you could almost feel the soft brush of his lips against your cheek. 

“Did you think I would not desire the touch of a beautiful woman in the moonlight?” he whispered. 

Please touch me, Alpha. 

Your eyes widened. 

Dear goddess. Your inner wolf was turning out to be a shameless hussy. 

“You might desire it, but you are far too  honorable to accept it as payment for a debt.”

Jimin drew back warily. 

You were correct of course. After all he had refused you when he believed that was your intent but—

“How could you know that?”

Evade. Evade now. 

“Well... how could you know I was beautiful? You’re blindfolded.”

He shrugged and your wolf took careful note of the way it made all the pretty muscles in his back and shoulders ripple. 

He will give us such strong—

Oh boy. 

He will do no such thing. Please calm down. 

“Not everything must be seen with your eyes.”

Is that how you found me? All those years ago...

Questions churned chaotically beneath your consciousness but you dared not give voice to them. 

Focus.

“I must repay this debt. Ask for what you want and—if it is in my power—I swear it will be yours.”

Jimin smiled again, but this time it was somehow softer. For a moment he looked almost…

Sad. 

“I’m afraid that the only thing I have ever wanted is not within your power to give...and I dare not ask you or anyone else for it.”

For her. 

He sighed and drew even farther away from you—in fact it seemed like he was preparing to leave. 

No. 

Your hand reached out almost of it's its own accord and wrapped tightly around his wrist. The contact sent a shock of searing heat through his veins and he froze. 

“Please alpha. It is not acceptable for someone like me—” a leader, a Luna, “—to owe another my life and offer nothing in return. You must let me pay my debt.”

Omega, his wolf growled, sweet perfect omega. 

Suppressors may have hidden your scent, but the siren song of an omega pleading prettily in his ear was unmistakable—irresistible…

“What if all I want is your name?”

You sighed deeply. 

“I cannot give you that. My name is… not mine to offer.”

Jimin laughed. 

“A woman I cannot remember with a name I cannot know and whose face I cannot see.” He shook his head. “Perhaps you are just a figment of my imagination.”

It was hard to explain what happened next...For whatever reason his words cut you deeply and you were overcome with the desire—no need—to refute them somehow. 

“I’m real enough,” you whispered, bringing his hand to your cheek. 

Jimin was genuinely beginning to wonder if you were a witch as well as a she-wolf. Being close to you was intoxicating and the urge to draw you in was steadily overpowering every other thought.

“Could I ask you for a kiss, then?”

“You—...You saved my life and all you want... is a kiss?”

The air grew heavier as the strange magnetic pull between you swelled to a silent inescapable crescendo. 

“In Seoul I often searched for someone who could ease my loneliness, yet each time I walked away emptier than before.” His thumb brushed gently over your lips and your eyes fluttered shut. “I have never had a kiss that meant anything to me.”

But yours might. 

It was unclear who moved first, whether he pulled you to him or you surged forward but when your bodies aligned and your lips met his for the first time it was as if you had never been separate from one another. 

As if you had always been deeply—intimately —together. 

The indescribable feel of him lit over your senses like a struck match. It was an ignition in the purest sense of the word— a fiery visceral awakening fueled by a consuming flood of desire. 

Yes, Alpha. 

He might never see your face or hear your name, but Jimin knew he would remember the taste of you for the rest of his life. It was hot and bright like liquid sunshine— a pure relentless light flowing through him where there was once only darkness. 

A soft needy moan rose up from your chest and he growled in primal satisfaction as you melted against him. 

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt of their own accord, desperately trying to bring him closer until he wrapped his arms around you in a heated embrace. 

“Please,” he begged breathlessly against your mouth. “Please tell me who you are.”

The words crashed over you like a bucket of ice —dousing the hazy pleasure of his kiss with a cold bite of reality. Suddenly you were wrenching yourself away from him and your wolf whimpered in misery at the loss of his touch. 

“I can’t,” you whispered. 

And then you were gone. 

“Did someone hurt you?”

You looked up to find Jin taking in your tears with cold fury. 

Twin knives were already gleaming dangerously in his hands and he appeared ready to filet whichever bastard was foolish enough to make you cry. 

“No,” you sniffed—well aware of how pitiful you were at the moment—crying in the corner of your cousin’s kitchen. “I got myself into this mess without any help—as usual.”

Jin sighed and slid down next to you. 

“Tell me.”

“Something happened that I…I didn’t intend.”

“Oh I knew that already. The Luna isn’t supposed to be running around on the night of Lover’s Moon in a forest full of blind horny wolves—“

You snorted and shook your head. 

“You’re absolutely right. I should have stayed away.”

Jin’s eyes narrowed and he wondered if perhaps you had caught Kim Namjoon with another omega. Nothing would be official until after the Change of course, but your bond with him was basically a foregone conclusion at this point. 

“You went looking for someone...didn’t you.”

You nodded miserably—all but confirming his fears. He made a mental note to push Namjoon in the swamp at the next available opportunity. 

“You know... the stories say that a Luna is powerfully drawn to her mate under the Lover’s Moon—that her wolf can sense him even before the Change.”  He reached over and gently began to brush the tears from your eyes. “So it’s not surprising that you sought him out, but it’s not really fair to hold whatever it is you saw against him. There is no relationship between you yet and…” he chuckled, “kisses beneath festival moonlight don’t really mean anything anyways.”

It was clear that Jin had somehow gotten the entirely wrong impression, but perhaps that was for the best. 

No one knew of your connection to Jimin and no one had seen what passed between you. 

Still…

Something about his assessment stung you. 

“You really believe that? ...That a kiss exchanged tonight means nothing?”

“I do.” Jin spoke with conviction. “There’s ancient magic at play in those woods. You can’t always trust what you see—or what you feel.”

“Oh I...I didn’t know…”

After a moment you laid your head against his shoulder and let the last of your tears run silently down your cheek. 

“Jin-ah have you ever wanted something you knew you couldn’t have?”

“Yes.” He sighed heavily and pulled you in to snuggle a bit closer. “When I was younger I dreamed of having a mate just like everyone else…”

The words were so softly spoken—almost wistful. Your heart splintered just hearing them. 

“But… she could be out there—your mate.”

Jin shook his head. 

“When is the last time you heard of a female alpha?”

Fresh tears welled up in your eyes. 

“Jin…”

“Hey,” he whispered, “don’t waste your crying on me. I’ve long since come to terms with who and what I am.”

“You’re not sad anymore?”

“Well… maybe sometimes I am… but I had to accept that people like us are not like everyone else. Our destinies were written long before we were born.”

“And you believe you’re destined to be alone?”

“Wolves in a pack are never really alone.”

“Yes...but they can be lonely,” you whispered thinking back to Jimin’s words. 

For a moment Jin’s eyes were the saddest you had ever seen them. 

“Well...I suppose they can.”  Then he chuckled and gave your nose an affectionate little tap. “But you don’t need to worry about that. When the time comes Namjoon will take his place at your side and the two of you will build a wonderful life together... Isn’t that what you want?”

Isn’t it?

Your treacherous thoughts drifted back to the boy in the moonlight—to the way your body sang when he touched you and the strange insatiable desire to know him and be known by him in return.

“Please...Tell me who you are.”

A heavy ache settled in your heart. 

You were the Luna of the mountain nations. A true born moon princess. 

You could never be the woman who kissed Park Jimin underneath the stars. 

You were not like everybody else. 

“...Yes. That is what I want.”

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Now 

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Jimin’s heart pounded as he tore through the dark paths of the wood with Taehyung, Yoongi, and Jungkook close behind. 

He had never led an attack—had never been trained to command wolves in battle. 

It was his first true test of leadership and he hadn’t even been a leader for twenty-four hours. 

Yet the fears and anxieties that might have normally clouded his mind were notably absent. 

There was only you.

Ironically Jimin owed Namjoon yet another debt—this time for explaining what exactly someone like him was capable of. 

The alpha Jin captured had given up their plan and position after being exposed to Jimin’s unique gifting, so he had a concrete target in his mind… He suspected however, that your captors had taken precautions after leaving some of their men behind. They had shifted their camp. 

But it wouldn’t be enough to save them. 

Jimin didn’t need your location to find you. 

He spent years refusing to look at you, and even then he always knew exactly where you were. He could sense you in any crowd—hear your voice in a thousand.

Once it had tormented him cruelly to be so aware of you. 

Now it was the only thing keeping him sane. 

He followed the connection between his heart and yours like a lifeline and it guided him as surely as the stars. 

The alphas followed him without question. 

If any of them harbored lingering doubts before, they were firmly laid to rest after what they saw at the cottage. No ordinary wolf could do what he had done. 

The Alpha would bring back their Luna and retribution would be swift indeed. 

The drugs in your system kept swinging you in and out of lucidity like a nightmarish pendulum. You tried to shift after the initial nausea faded, but whatever they gave you kept your wolf caged beneath your skin. 

Jimin

The longing you felt for your mate was the only thing tethering you to reality. You could almost hear him echoing in the far corners of your mind—  

I’m coming Omega—hold on. 

I’ll find you. 

Part of you recognized that his voice was likely nothing more than the wistful creation of your drug-addled mind, still you clung to it like the last shred of hope while the minutes (or hours) flew past.

Chaos clouded your thoughts even in clearer moments as many unavoidable concerns forced their way through the haze. 

Jin was at the house with you when they broke in. You had no way of knowing if he survived. 

The men who took you were crass and irreverent. Their eyes followed your form with too much interest and too little respect. 

It was starting to get cold and (due to you nearly dismembering a high council member and needing to be compelled unconscious) you were still wearing a thin white ceremonial dress which offered very little protection from the elements. 

You wondered idly if your idiot captors would let you freeze to death before they accomplished whatever it was they took you for. They clearly needed you for something or you would have been long dead by now. 

None of them struck you as particularly brilliant planners so the mastermind must be somewhere else... 

Frankly the entire situation was as puzzling as it was troubling. Iron Claw had always gotten along well with your pack. 

Technically they were (almost) what the human governments called a vassal state. The presence of a Luna determined the dominant pack in a region and the Luna of the mountain nations had been born into Silver Fang—your pack—for the last thousand years or so. 

Why would they challenge us now? 

The birth of a Luna indicated that the goddess had chosen that pack to lead. Their willingness—not only to kidnap you—but to go against the dominant pack by doing so was alarming to say the least. 

A sudden explosion of movement and sound interrupted your contemplation. Motion erupted all around you—boots pounding on the ground, men falling into their wolf forms, knives being drawn… 

You lifted your head—straining forward to see the source of the commotion—and nearly collapsed in relief when you finally did. 

Alpha

Your mate stood at the edge of the camp flanked by two enormous black wolves. 

A deadly looking jingum sword gleamed dangerously in his right hand. You recognized it immediately as your great-grandfather’s combat blade—the thousand year-old weapon of the Silver Fang Alphas. 

Relief flooded your chest all over again at the sight of it. Only Jin could have given him that sword—which meant he was still alive. 

The black wolves—Yoongi and Jungkook—snarled viciously but made no move to attack. 

Your captors were still scrambling into some sort of combat formation when Jimin finally spoke. 

“You have violated our sacred laws, trespassed in sovereign pack lands, kidnapped a Luna under the protection of our goddess, abducted the mate of the Silver Fang Alpha, and risked open war between our peoples.” He took a single step forward. “Surrender now and I will be merciful.”

The biggest of your captors—a man you recognized as the de facto leader—spat viciously on the ground. 

“You are not my Alpha,” he growled.

A cold—almost cruel—smile twisted over Jimin’s lips.

“Very well.”

Then he dropped to one knee and a massive grey wolf—Taehyung—leapt over his head and tore out the defiant leader’s throat before he even hit the ground. 

Your mouth dropped open. 

Bangtan formation.

Yoongi and Jungkook lunged forward in opposite directions, tackling their targets to the forest floor in a bloody clash of teeth and claws. 

One of the larger Iron Claw alphas half-shifted and charged Jimin but his arm shot out lightning fast, catching his attacker by the throat to send him flying through the air into a tree. 

The next several minutes could only be described as terrifyingly beautiful.

It was immediately clear that Jimin had been holding back when he fought Namjoon. 

He dispatched his opponents with such elegant savagery it was almost art.

You were so mesmerized watching Jimin sensually sword dance his way through a dozen alphas nearly twice his size that you almost missed Taehyung’s wolf rushing over with a dagger clenched between his teeth. 

Luna are you okay? 

You grinned and held up your rope-bound wrists. 

“I’ll be better once you pass me that knife.”

Taehyung nodded once and dropped the blade at your feet before tackling another wolf that was tearing towards the two of you. 

You sawed through the ties around your ankle first then twisted your arms to try and slice through the restraints on your wrist. 

The Iron Claw wolves were clearly no match for Jimin and his alphas. 

Jungkook and Yoongi chased after the few who were trying to run while Taehyung half-shifted to subdue the handful of wolves left alive as prisoners. Only Jimin continued to fight as the last three of your captors still standing took turns being slammed into the dirt by his strikes. 

He was clearly capable of dispatching them, but you were fairly convinced that you would die if you had to stay away from him for another second. The ropes, however, were surprisingly thick and the angle you were cutting them at wasn’t the best. If only—

You were almost free when you saw it. 

One of your captors had pulled a hunting javelin from their supply wagon. He must have hid himself at the onset of the fight, but now he was comfortably concealed by the shadows—and taking aim at Jimin. 

Your heart dropped into your stomach. 

The attacker appeared to handle the weapon with familiarity. He was too far back—too well hidden—Jimin would never see him in time—

The last cord around your wrist snapped and you were on your feet, pushing through the combined haze of fury and sedatives to charge the wolf who dared attack your mate. 

By the time he saw you it was far too late. 

Under the effects of the drug your aim was a little skewed but you weren’t Kim Seokjin’s cousin for nothing. 

One clean flick of your wrist and the dagger shot through the air, burying itself between the brute’s shoulder blades—all the way to the hilt. 

His body fell to the ground just as Jimin sent the last of your captors careening into a pile of previously defeated foes. 

For a moment all was quiet. 

Then your eyes locked across the distance and everything around you sharpened to a single whispered word. 

“Jimin.”

He had run non-stop for miles and torn apart a dozen wolves to get to your side—no amount of space between you now was tolerable. 

The sword clattered to the forest floor as he moved toward you—desperate to feel you—to wrap himself around you and know that you were safe. 

What happened next was as natural as breathing.

You opened to him and he lifted you into his arms, taking your lips in a hot unrepentant kiss. 

Fire exploded across your senses, burning away everything but the touch and taste of him. Every part of you was at once fiercely and gloriously alive. Desperate moans passed between you as he licked into your mouth—a dark primal promise of the pleasure he would take between your thighs. 

“Alpha,” you whimpered, too delirious with want to manage anything else. 

Suddenly Jimin’s eyes shot open. His hands flew to cup your face, searching it with a mixture of realization and disbelief.

“You… It was you.”

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Who knew how interesting this day was going to be? 

It started simple enough. Y/N decided after a streak of bad breakups to switch to online dating to her friend’s suggestions. Though time-consuming and full of disappointments, she still kept on. But just when she decided to give up, a match appeared. Cute, charming, and easy to talk to, she gravitated towards Kim Taehyung’s infectious energy. As a well-known and upcoming artist, he spent all of his time painting, barely making any time for romance. People being discarded like old brushes. No one seemed to last long. 

That is until Y/N came along. He couldn’t help being captured by her picture at first. Reading her bio hadn’t been enough, and he swiped right, hoping for a chance. 

It didn’t take long for her to receive a message from him, and they began a witty and flirtatious banter through text. To say he was attracted to her was an understatement, and she found herself giddy each time a message would pop up. Video chatting was adorable. He saw her place as she cooked dinner, and he’d show his cute dog Yeontan napping in the sun. It was only a matter of time before you two would meet.

“I have a gig coming up. Would you like to come?” he asked one day.

Y/N leaned against the counter in her kitchen, pausing her chopping. “Oh, that’s great! What sort of gig? Is it an exhibit at an art gallery?”

Taehyung chuckled nervously into the camera. Dark curly locks framed his round, almost heart-shaped face. Piercing warm, dark brown eyes, round nose with a straight bridge, pouty lips with a prominent cupid’s bow, and ending with an accentuated jawline. To say he was a work of art was being kind.  She never got tired of seeing that boxy grin on his face. Currently, he looked a bit anxious.

“Um, sort of...it's at a club.”

Her eyes widened. “A club? That’s interesting. Are you painting the walls or bringing paintings to show off?”

“Well,” he looked away before staring back into the screen, “there’s a party they’re hosting, and they invited a few of the local artists to show off their skills.”

She bounced on her heels, giving him a grin. “That’s awesome! Of course, I’d love to go. I want to see you in action. This is exciting! I can’t wait–”

“Y/N?”

She stopped babbling and glanced back at her phone screen. “Sorry. I just got so excited.”

He smirked at her resting his hand under his chin. “No, it’s adorable. I like your little rants.” He bit his lip, unsure of how to explain the rest. “There is one more thing I wanted to ask you, though.”

“Sure!”

“Well, this isn’t a typical painting party. Um...well, it’s a neon blacklight party.”

Y/N's mouth dropped open. “Wow! I’ve never been to one of those before. Is it fun? What are you going to be painting?”

“Er...people,” he muttered.

She blinked a bit, taking in the information. People? Painting people. When she didn’t answer, he got worried.

“Y/N? Did you freeze? Everything alright?”

She glanced back at her phone screen, shaking her head. “N-No, everything is fine. Just processing everything.”

You both grew quiet as she tried to make sense of it. “So...it’s like body painting?”

He cracked a smile with a nod. “Yes. That’s exactly what it is.” He gave her a curious stare. “Would...would you be interested in being my model?”

“Oh!” Her cheeks reddened, looking away.

“I mean, only if you’re comfortable. You won’t be nude. Swimsuits are perfectly fine to wear,” he explained in a rush.

Y/N mulled over the offer as it sounded interesting, and she was never one to turn a good time. Tae gave her no indication that he was unusual–at least from your talks with one another.

What did she have to lose?

Smiling, she looked into the camera and nodded. “I’d be happy to be your model for the painting party.”

His eyes widened in surprise. He was worried Y/N would turn him down or, worse, not want to talk anymore. Taehyung liked her a lot and didn’t want to mess up his chances of getting to know her further.

“G-Great! I’ll text you the address, or we can eat prior. I’m so excited! You’ll get to meet my friends,”–she listened to him babble away, smiling fondly at him. Definitely the best decision to match with him.

He realized how long he’d been talking and grinned sheepishly. Scratching his head, he glanced at the phone. She could have sworn his eyes darkened a bit.

“I can’t wait to see you, Y/N. I’ll count the days until then. I don’t know if I can wait a week.”

“Patience is a virtue,” she teased with a giggle. “I can’t wait to see you, too.”

The week crawled along, and she tried to stay busy, preoccupying her time baking and making orders for clients. But no amount of cakes and pies could distract Y/N from her thoughts about Tae. She anxiously waited for Friday to approach, glancing at her phone almost every minute. 

He sent her a text with the address Thursday night, along with a cute picture of Yeontan.

:We can’t wait to see you soon! ^0^:

Y/N felt her heart swell, staring at the photo. Her excitement grew as the hours ticked down.

Friday night, she thanked the driver of her Lyft ride and stepped out. Even though spring was creeping out from its wintery slumber, nights were still chilly in the city. She looked at the name of the club and back at her phone. 

Neon. How fitting.

She walked closer to see that the line wrapped around the building. Tugging her coat closer to her body, she looked around for a familiar face.

“Y/N!”

She grinned at the sound of her name and spun around. There he was. Kim Taehyung in the flesh. Even more handsome than he was on a screen. He ran up to her arms open. She wrapped into his hug, almost swooning from how warm he was. The subtle notes from his cologne lulled her into a trance as she hugged him back.

Taehyung couldn’t believe she was here. He considered just whisking Y/N away instead of showing her off to everyone around. She was adorable, barely coming up to his chest. He bit his lip, seeing how rosy her cheeks had gotten from the cold.

“Let’s get you inside,” his deep voice rumbled.

Y/N lifted her head, becoming shy all of a sudden, and nodded. Taehyung led her up to the front as the doorman opened the rope, letting you both enter inside.

Her mouth dropped, looking around the club. Black lights blinked on as fog machines bellowed around the bodies. It was still time for the start of the night. Taehyung tugged her towards what looked like the VIP section. On the half-moon couch, two men sat sipping their drinks and chatting close together. They looked as Taehyung approached with Y/N in tow.

He waved to them, pulling her closer. “Y/N this is Min Yoongi and Jeon Jungkook. They’re artists as well.”

She smiled at each, giving a tiny wave. “Nice to meet you both,” she yelled over the music.

Yoongi nodded in acknowledgment, taking a sip from the whiskey in his highball. His vibe was extremely laid back. Dark tresses swept back under a baseball cap, wearing a simple white shirt and jeans. He looked comfortable. Jungkook, equally as attractive, had long dirty blonde locks pushed back off his face. Big doe eyes and a bunny-like grin. She sat down next to him as Tae squeezed her hand.

“Would you like something to drink?”

“A vodka soda would be great,” she answered.

He smiled with a wink. “Okay. Be right back,”–he shot his friends a glare–“don’t scare her off.”

Jungkook set his eyes on her with a soft smile. “It’s nice to meet you finally. Tae won’t shut up about you. It’s nice to put a face to a name.”

Y/N blushed with a giggle. “Really? I hope it was all good things.”

Yoongi smirked, his bored expression lifting for a moment. “It was. We wondered what mystery woman had him whipped.”

Whipped?!

Jungkook elbowed Yoongi with a raised brow. He glanced back at her with a grin. “Forgive my moody boyfriend. He doesn’t know how to be social.”

She burst out laughing, shaking her head. “No, it’s fine. Are you both going to paint?”

Jungkook shook his head. “Yoongi’s gonna paint me. I get to be a model for once.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “He wouldn’t quit whining,” he groaned, glancing at the younger male. His eyes softened just a moment as he squeezed his knee. “Besides, his body looks better than mine.”

Jungkook let out a noise of protest, wrapping his arm around Yoongi’s waist. “Don’t lie, babe. I love the way you look.” He nuzzled against his neck, earning an elbow to his side.

“Not now, Kook. Focus.”

Taehyung returned, two highballs in hand. He took a seat next to her, placing the drink in her hand. “Vodka soda on the rocks.”

He touched his glass to hers before taking a sip, and she followed suit. Her taste buds came alive from the slight tang of the soda. Definitely what she needed to help with the nerves. Besides  the few glasses of red wine she’d drink in the comfort of her home; it had been a while since she had a real drink–of course, that made her alcohol tolerance drop. Once she finished the glass, her cheeks were pink from the liquor. 

She sat back, fanning herself as the beat from the current EDM song vibrated through her core. Tae glances over at Y/N with a smile. He was pleased with how well she and his friends were getting along. He watched as she joked with Jungkook and even got Yoongi to laugh as well. He smiled to himself. Just as he was about to speak, the DJ’s voice boomed over the patrons.

“Welcome artists to Paint with Neon! We’ll be getting started soon enough, so all artists and models, please head down to the main floor to set up!”

Tae wrapped his hand around hers with a grin. “Showtime.”

Heart hammering away in her chest, she followed him down the stairs into the main area. Tae gestured to a platform near the middle. “That’s my spot.”

She followed him as he brought out the paints and brushes to set up. At least ten other artists began setting up as well. Yoongi and Jungkook were on the platform right next to Tae’s spot. 

Y/N tried not to ogle Jungkook's body as he disrobed. It must have been a crime to be that unbelievably hot. His tattoos ran from his right hand,  up his arm, wrapped around his shoulder, and down his torso. 

Taehyung noticed how she stared and stepped closer. “Distracted by my friend?”

Y/N squeaked in surprise, making him laugh. He winked at her. “I’m teasing. Jungkook has a great body, but I think you’ll appreciate mine just as much.”

Now it was Y/N’s turn to blush. 

Taehyung’s smile spread as he stepped closer, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

“Nervous?”

“A little,” she replied, eyes darting around the room.

“Y/N,”–Taehyung squeezed her hands, letting the warmth enrapture her– “focus on me. No one else matters in the place.”

Feeling a burst of confidence from him, she felt the tension drop from her shoulders. Keeping her eyes on him, she untied the belt around her waist, undoing the buttons on the front of the coat. It dropped off her shoulders to reveal a two-piece bikini. Taehying tried not to let his mouth drop as he stared. She was gorgeous. Biting his lip, he took her coat and propped it on a barstool. 

With his assistance, Y/N jumped onto the platform.

"Where would you like me?"

Taehyung gave her a wink nudging his chin at the pole in the middle. "Right near that pole. You can hold onto it."

Nodding, she got into place as the patrons scrambled around to get a good view. Yoongi turned to Tae, giving a slight salute with his paintbrushes. He smirked and turned his attention to her.

The DJ began to play a hypnotic beat making the onlookers dance. “Begin painting now!”

Tae dipped his brush into a pot field with indigo pigment. “Relax, Y/N.”

She gave him a reassuring smile, and he started to drag the brush over her skin. Cool to the touch, she tried to keep still. Her eyes darted around, observing the other artists paint. Each engrossed in their work. It was interesting to see how each began their process. Her eyes dragged back to Taehyung. He was crouched down, working on her legs.

Taehyung’s touch was gentle as he painted her skin. His brows knitted in concentration, he focused on creating what he hoped was something to be proud to show off. Especially since she was the art piece in question, he stuck his tongue out in concentration,  grabbing a darker blue and blended the colors. The colors swirled together. People gasp at the progress of the works. Taehyung looked up, checking in on her with a boxy grin.

“Doing alright, Y/N?”

She hummed in response, shooting him a sly grin; it only heightened her beauty. He always wanted to make her smile like that. Taehyung dipped his brush into the silver paint, mixing it with white as he painted on her stomach. She bit her lip, trying not to laugh from the bristles tickling her. Still, Y/N fought through as Taehyung continued painting on her back. His fingers brushed her hair off her shoulder, making goosebumps form. He noticed the slight shiver from her pausing his motions.

“Almost done Y/N. Just putting on the finishing touches.”

“Time is almost winding down! Artists, please complete your paintings!”

He chuckled, adding a few touches here and there. Satisfied with his work, he set his brushes down. Taehyung stepped off the platform holding out his hand for him to take. The crowd let out an audible gasp. She caught her reflection on one of the pillars, and her jaw dropped. Taehyung painted the night sky. Swirls of blues and purples with the stars stretched across her body. Even the Milky Way made an appearance.

She was speechless. Glancing at Tae, She felt her heartbeat loud in her chest. 

“Tae, this is so beautiful. I-I don’t even know what to say.”

He pulled her close to him with a smirk. “I think a kiss is a sufficient thanks.”

Her eyes darkened as she stared into his eyes, the desire apparent between them. Anyone could see that Taehyung wanted her. She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his, earning a low moan from him. He pulled her body flush against his own as he deepened the kiss. The heat was rising as their impromptu makeout session commenced; not a care in the world except the two of them in that little bubble. It wasn’t until a patron bumped into YN that their kiss broke. The dance floor became invaded with bodies writhing to the music as the black lights flashed, making the painted bodies stand out.

Jungkook ran over with Yoongi in tow. His body was painted in a mountainscape overlooking a beautiful lake. “You look great, Jungkook!” she shouted over the music. He gave a nod of thanks bending down to peck Yoongi on the cheek. 

“He did a great job.”

Yoongi tried to hide the gummy smile that tried to break the surface. Jungkook pulled him into a dance, making the older male oblige his amusements. Taehyung brought her attention back, his hand on her waist as he pulled her flush against him. Y/N squealed softly, looking up at him. 

“Before we were so rudely interrupted,” he smirked, running his thumb over her bottom lip, making his gaze darken once more. “I think we were thoroughly enjoying ourselves.”

“I think so too,” she said while twirling some of his dark curly locks with her fingers. 

He let out a groan staring down at her. Kissing her wasn’t going to be enough. They had enough chemistry between each other to know that. Just as Tae leaned in for another kiss, foam burst from machines covering everybody on the dance floor.

“Foam party!” The music blasted loud as people cheered.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh as she and Taehyung were covered head to toe in suds. “This is one way to get clean.”

He winked, biting his lip. “Or, I could assist in getting this pesky paint off you.”

Her eyes widened as he stared. Yes, there was definite sexual tension between them. Hell, she let him paint her body while she was half-naked. The beat changed, making bodies grind closer. Nothing was getting in between the pair. They only had eyes for each other in the crowd. Y/N turned around, backing up against Taehyung’s chest. His fingers danced upon her skin as they rested on her hips.

His breath hitched as he felt her ass brush his crotch. He let out a needy moan. Pressing himself close to her, he followed her lead with the rhythm of the music. Y/N let herself go, letting her inhibitions run rampant. Whether it be the alcohol or that she was in a bikini covered in body paint. There was one thing she was sure about: being in Taehyung’s arms felt so right. She wanted nothing more than to kiss him again.

And that kiss. It left her breathless. She wanted him plain and simple. 

Her partner was feeling similar emotions as they danced. It was getting more challenging to keep his composure, but he didn’t want to do anything without her say so. Honestly, Taehyung would have been content with just making out with her all night. The fact they were even together, and she agreed to let him paint her, made him feel like this was the best night of his life. 

He wanted her to determine how the rest of the night would lead. 

It didn’t take long, and Y/N twisted her body to face Taehyung. She cocked her head to the side as they walked off the dance floor back to their seats. She promptly found her place in his lap, straddling him on the couch. Taehyung’s eyes grew wide as they stared at one another. Y/N placed both hands on each side of his face before pressing her lips once more. Taehyung wrapped his arms around her waist, closing the distance. The franticness of the kiss only made them more aroused. Just the thought of them being so intimate in public gave Y/N a rush. She felt herself clench at the thought. Taehyung groaned into the kiss, feeling his cock harden. 

Through the flimsy bikini, Y/N felt his length press against her, causing her body to tremble. He was pretty adequate. She’d have a challenge if they decided to take the next step. They broke apart, breathing hard. Flushed from the heat, they both rested for a moment. He licked his lips as the lust in his eyes grew more assertive. He knew, and she knew this wasn’t going to be enough.

Y/N bent down, capturing his earlobe between her teeth. Tae let out a hiss, gripping her back.

“My place or yours?” 

“I don’t think we’ll make it home,” he whispered, dragging his tongue over her pulse point. 

Y/N shivered in his arms. Her body molding to his. Was this happening? 

Yes. Yes, it is. 

Taehyung placed his hands on the small of her back, bringing her close to him. He nuzzled against her neck with a low moan.

“Damn it, Y/N. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now.”

She gripped his shirt, keening into his touches, her body already hot. She let out a whimper as his lips scorched across her neck, nibbling, sucking, teasing. Tae cupped her asscheeks, placing her over his length, erect and ready for her. They let out a collective sigh as they touched; her hips were grinding against his. Tae was losing it over her movements. He didn’t know how long he’d last at this rate. His teeth tugged on her ear, nibbling it before moving his lips.

“Bet you wanted this? Me taking you right here? Thought of anyone catching us is exciting, huh?”

“F-Fuck Tae,” she hissed against him.

His smirk dark, he removed one hand from her back, toying with the strings of her bottoms. “Can I?”

Y/N met his gaze and nodded slowly.

“Words, baby. I need you to tell me what you want,” he directed.

“T-Touch me, please,” she pouted.

Taehyung licked his lips as he tugged the string apart on one side. He brought his fingers up to her mouth, circling them slowly.

“I can’t get enough of your lips,” he moaned. Y/N’s eyes glinted with mischief as her tongue slipped past her lips to swipe his digits. Even his fingers were beautiful.

She leaned down, placing the middle and index between her lips, sucking them slowly. Tae’s head rolled back as he stared with hooded eyes observing her. Damn, that was hot. When her tongue swirled around his fingers, he bucked his hips up, squeezing her side hard. 

“Fuck, Y/N...k-keep doing that. Fuck...right there...Shit!”

He slipped his fingers from her mouth, practically vibrating with want. He took his fingers, dragging them on her skin, the paint already streaked from the suds used the foam. He pushed her bikini bottoms to the side as his thumb brushed her slit, making him bite back a moan.

“So wet already, Y/N. What to do with you?” he teased.

He tilted his head from side to side, garnering her reaction. Y/N tried to keep her composure. After all, if anyone decided to look up where they were, they’d get a front-row seat.

At that very moment, Y/N could care less if anyone saw. Just the thought of his fingers slipping past her folds was sending her into a frenzy. Too much time had passed since the last time she was intimate with anyone. She was horny, plain and simple. 

And Taehyung was going to solve that problem for her. 

Taehyung spread his legs farther, getting comfortable as a needy moan fell from her lips. He looked delicious sitting there against the cushions, fingers brushing her sex. He was going to make her speak.

“Be filthy. Tell me how you want me to touch you.”

Y/N leaned into his fingers, trying to please herself, and he pulled them away, resting his hand on her thigh. She let out a soft whimper as a pout formed.

“I-I want your fingers...inside me,” she said, her tone calm.

“I know you can do better than that,” he taunted, sticking his tongue out.

Her cheeks reddened, watching him as he stared at her in amusement. “I-I want you to make cum from just your fingers. Ride them until I cream all over them...lick it off and have you fuck me from behind....grab my hair while you tell me how much of a good girl I am,” she described in detail.

His mouth dropped open, his calm exterior almost disappearing. He was not expecting that. It didn’t take him long to gripped the back of her head, crushing her lips to his. His fingers set to work, finding her steaming cunt, wet and ready for him. Sucking on her tongue, he slipped two fingers inside her pussy, thumbing on her clit.

Y/N scrambled to grab his arms, keeping herself steady as he pumped at a painstakingly slow pace. She used his arms to anchor herself as she rutted herself against his fingers, breath hot as she tried to keep quiet. Their kiss broke away as she rested her head forward on his as their collective sounds muted the sound of his fingers in her sex.

“Fuck Y/N...so wet..so tight. Can’t wait to fuck you.”

“Taehyung,” she purred in his ear, making the man growl as he flicked her clit.

“My name sounds too good on your lips,” he whispered, finding a spot on her collar to suckle, making a hickey appear.

Slipping his fingers from her sex, he placed them in his mouth, reveling at the taste. He closed his eyes, enjoying the taste. Looking at her, he kissed her once more, nibbling on her lower lip.

“I don’t think I want you to cum yet,” he said.  Smirking, he adjusted their position, having her straddle his thigh.

He gripped her hair, causing her to keen into it. “Ride my thigh,” he ordered.

She shivered at the material of his pants, causing friction. Her clit throbbed as she grinded against him. His lips went back on her neck, littering it with marks as he squeezed and spread her ass, making her go faster.

“Such a naughty girl. Getting off on just my thigh. I haven’t even fucked you yet, and you wanna cum so bad.”

“P-Please, please...Taehyung, I want...fuck...cum...p-please,” she begged, moving faster on his thigh.

“Do it...cum on my thigh, baby,” he growled softly. 

Y/N cried out as the wave building crashed all at once, pausing her movements as she shook to the very core. She collapsed against his chest, white spots in front of her eyes as she tried to calm her breathing—all from just riding his thigh. Taehyung felt the wet patch on his thigh, making him groan. Watching her come undone turned him on even more. 

As she came down from her high, she could hear Taehyung pulling down the zipper of his pants, fumbling to get his cock out. She pulled away to look down, and her jaw dropped. How the hell was she going to ride that?!

Just the response he wanted. He stroked himself, staring at her.

“Like what you see?”

Y/N nodded slowly, still in a state of shock. Even his cock was beautiful. The perfect girth–at least to her–and length. Precum dribbled from the head, coating his cock. Without breaking eye contact, Y/N took her finger and swirled it around the head, coating her fingertip in his cum. She brought it to her lips and licked her finger clean.

Taehyung let out an animal-like grunt and smashed his lips to her, tongue probing her mouth to taste himself on her. That kiss was anything but pure. The dirtiness of it was sloppy. He licked her lips slowly with a moan.

“You are something else,” he commented while taking her by the hips, her entrance brushing his head.

Y/N dug her nails into his shoulders as she sank on his shaft. Both let out a sigh of relief at finally being joined. He stretched her so much she had to remain still. The sting eventually subsided, and she was left feeling full.

“Oh, Tae,” she stuttered, trying her best not to shift around.

Just from the way her walls gripped him, he wasn’t sure how’d he last. Hell, he wondered with this much pent-up energy how he’d been able to last this long. Y/N had him wrapped around her pinky. He kissed her shoulder and ran his hands up her spine in small circles.

“Shit. I won’t move until you’re ready, baby.”

“M-Move,” she pleaded.

His hands cupped her backside, sliding her up and down his length. The sounds of their lovemaking fell on deaf ears as the music thumped in the background. Whether it was from the bass or Taehyung’s mellow tone in her ear, she was entirely under the spell of the moment. He tugged her hair back to his up her neck biting down on the flesh as she writhed on top of him.

Once she caught the rhythm, Y/N wasted no time bouncing faster on top, changing it up ever so often. Taehyung laid back, helping her ride him. He watched as his cock disappeared between her folds.

“Look how you swallow me up. F-Fuck Y/N gonna make me cum in this pretty pussy. You want that?”

He jerked his hips with punctuating each word. She was coming undone. He could feel her walls quivering around him, and it was only a matter of time.

“W-Where do you want it,” he gasped out.

“Inside,” she cried. “Fill me, Tae...I need it.”

“Fuck Y/N. You’re perfect,” he cooed.

He picked her up, switching their positions on the couch, her bent over as he took her from behind, balls smacking against her pussy, his hands finding her breast pulling up the bikini top to tweak her nipples. He thrust into her, moaning in her ear as they moved in tandem. 

“I need to cum...T-Tae, let me cum, please.”

“Oh baby cum all over me,” he growled.

Her pussy gripped him, and he groaned, watching as she let the second orgasm hit her body; her body shook as he felt her arousal coat his shaft and drip down his balls. That was it for Tae. He bit her shoulder as hips snapped, thrusts sloppy as he erupted deep into her cunt, coating her with his release.

No sounds were made between except the breaths they tried to catch. Tae rested his head on her shoulder, stroking her sides, waiting for her to move.

Y/N lifted her head, squeezing his leg, and he nodded, pulling out with care. Some of his cum dripped from her entrance, making him lick his lips. But the exhaustion set in as he helped her back into clothing. Y/N dropped into his arms as they sat on the couches in silence. Tae stroked her hair off her face, a smile lingering on his face.

“Did we do that?”

Y/N chuckled with a nod. “I believe so.”

“Any regrets?”

“None,” she answered with a reassuring smile.

“Same,” he said, kissing her forehead. “How about I grab your coat, and we get out of here? I think we’ve earned ourselves a hot bath.”

She nodded, giving him a quick on the lips. “Only if you wash my back.”

“It’s a deal.”

Alarm clocks are evil, wicked things. This is all you can think as you reach your arm out from under the blankets covering your body and blindly grope for the noisy device.

"Where the hell is it?!" You curse into your pillow. You stretch your arm out further, feeling the edge of the nightstand. After knocking your knuckle harshly against the corner of it and cursing again, you’re about to accept the fact that you’d have to leave the warmth of your cocoon, but luckily a presence reaches over your body, and the clock is soon silenced. You let out a sigh of relief and turn over to snuggle into the solid warmth next to you.

Sleep is about to overcome you once more until you feel the blankets get tugged from your body. You hiss at the chilly air and bright light before burying your face into the body you’re still clutching. A chuckle sounds from above you, and the next thing you know, you’re pushed over onto your back, wrists pinned above your head. When you open your eyes, the familiar pair of brown eyes you know and love are staring straight back at you.

"Happy birthday, babe." Jungkook smiles down at you before closing the gap between you with a gentle kiss. He trails his lips to your cheek, your jawline, and your neck, lightly biting and nipping at the skin along the way. He pulls away and turns over on his back, bringing you with him and making you rest against his bare chest.

“Thank you, but did you set the alarm for the asscrack of dawn? I don't have to work or class today, so why the hell am I up so early?!" You exclaim, lightly pinching his arm.

"Ow! First of all, it’s seven which isn’t even that early! Secondly, I can’t believe that this is the affection I get. I, oh so kindly, get my beautiful girlfriend up to start her birthday bright and early and then shower her with my perfect lips only to get yelled at and assaulted in return!?" There’s a teasing tone in his voice, but you can tell that there’s some sincerity behind his words.

“Oh, come on! It’s my birthday and I have no obligations. Therefore, I should spend it as I see fit. Sleep is how I see fit.” You sink lower under the blankets and feel Jungkook get up from the bed. A few seconds later, the covers are being lifted, exposing your bare legs to the chilly air of the bedroom.

"Why!? Just let me sleep!" You fight to roll back over, but Jungkook is having none of it.

"Absolutely not! Get your adorable, lazy ass up and in the shower now!" Jungkook grabs hold of your ankles and pulls you towards the end of the bed. "If you don’t get up, you don’t get a super special birthday breakfast or super special birthday sex later."

With a dramatic sigh, your eyes open, although Jungkook can’t tell whether it was the mention of food or sex that did it. "Fine!" You give him a skeptical look before slowly dragging yourself into the bathroom.

Smiling in victory, Jungkook practically skips to the kitchen to begin the breakfast that Seokjin had sent him instructions on how to prepare.

Half an hour later, the two of you were sitting at your small kitchen table, stuffing your faces with the food Jungkook made.

"Jungkook, why didn't I know that you could cook this well?” You narrow your eyes in suspicion, looking over the spread again.

He waves his hand, dismissing your doubt. "It's a hidden talent of mine, but we’ll talk about that later. For now, I need to go over the schedule for the day." He ignores the look you’re giving him from across the table and pulls out his phone.

"Now, after we eat, I’m going to shower and you are going to talk to your family back home on video chat. Then, we’re going out and spending the day together. First, we can see any movie that you want. Then, we can go to my favorite spa for massages, facials, the whole thing. After that, we can have a nice lunch wherever you want and then I want to take you shopping even if you don't want me to. When we’re done shopping, we can come home and have a nice movie night or something." Jungkook puts his phone down and sends you a smile.

"Jungkook, did you seriously plan out the entire day?" You ask incredulously. You hadn’t come up with a concrete plan yourself, but he had your head spinning a little with the full agenda.

"Y-yeah...should I not have?" Jungkook sounds almost disappointed at your reaction, a hesitant look on his face. While deep down, you would’ve much rather have just called your family on the phone and then proceeded to stay in bed all day in your pajamas, you can tell Jungkook planned the day with you in mind and wants you to be happy, so you keep that to yourself.

"No, it's totally fine. I'll just finish eating and then we can start the day." Your boyfriend flashes you a bright smile and just seeing his joy makes you excited for the day to come.

Six hours later, you were regretting your earlier excitement. You’re tired, thirsty, and your feet hurt like hell. You love Jungkook, which you can’t stress enough, but at the moment, you want to leave the man in the middle of the mall and go home alone.

Things had gone well at first. You talked to your family back home, getting your birthday wishes and telling them about what you were up to and what you and Jungkook's plans were for the day. You chatted for almost an hour before saying goodbye and Jungkook wasted no time dragging you from the bed and out of the front door, barely giving you enough time to get your purse and shoes.

He drove to the movie theater that isn’t too far from your shared apartment and immediately started telling you about each movie that was out. You were, admittedly, impressed he had gone so far as to look up all of the current movies.

You ended up picking out a romance movie that the both of you would enjoy, and you spent the whole movie cuddling together in the back row with Jungkook pressing the occasional kiss to your neck or cheek.

From there, he whisked you away to his favorite spa, and true to his word, you enjoyed the whole spa experience. After the best hot stone massage and seaweed wrap of your life, you decided on your favorite barbecue place where you stuffed your face with meat while Jungkook spent the meal talking about how perfect he hopes today has been for you..

The day didn't take a turn for the worst until it came to the shopping portion of the day. Jungkook had proceeded to drag you around the mall, pointing out various outfits and shoes that he said would look nice on you, and the next thing you knew, he was swiping his credit card and grabbing bag after bag. Sure, you liked what he was buying for you, but you wished he'd stop. You didn't like when he splurged his money on you so much, which you have talked about in the past.

At some point, the spree went from him spending way too much money on you to him loading up on things for himself. He went from oohing and aahing over things for you to doing the same for things for himself. He soon had too many bags and had you carry bag after bag filled with purchases for himself.

Almost three hours of all of this, and you went from being happy that Jungkook wanted to make you happy to being annoyed at his behavior.

"Hey," he says, approaching your slumped form leaning against the wall next to the store he had just exited. "Why are you standing out here like that? Is something wrong?"

"Other than the fact that I’ve become your shopping lackey, I think I'm just dandy," you grumble, motioning to the crowd of bags sitting at your feet.

Jungkook seems taken back by the bitterness in your voice. "I'm sorry. I just got a little caught up is all."

You feel a little bad at his mood drop, but are still annoyed, so you let out a huff in response. Jungkook sighs and leans against the wall next to you, taking your hand in his.

"I'm sorry, okay? Starting right now, we can go back to doing whatever you want."

"It can be anything?" Your ears perk up at the promise.

"Anything at all."

You bite your lip, momentarily contemplating the possibilities in your head. "Can we just...go home?"

Jungkook places a kiss on your hand and gives you a sweet smile. "Anything for you, birthday girl," he coos before leaning down to slide as many bags as he can on his arms.

You pick up what he can’t as you head to the car. Once everything is loaded, you catch Jungkook intensely typing something on his phone.

“Everything okay?” You ask.

He jumps in his set but shakes his head. “Yep. All good.” His smile is suspicious, but you let the conversation drop there while he fiddles with the music and begins driving.

It doesn’t take long before you notice he’s taking the long way home. When you question him, he answers that he just wants more time outside with you. You should know something is amiss from that response and the way he takes his time parking when you finally get back to your apartment building. Jungkook takes his time gathering his belongings before dragging himself out of the car and slowly grabbing the shopping bags.

You’re close to snapping at him about dragging his ass when it takes way too long to get upstairs, but he picks up the pace when you reach your floor. You’re so busy trying to figure out what he’s up to that you don’t even notice the six additional pairs of shoes by your front door.

It’s not until you round the corner into the living room, and six voices shout at you do you piece everything together.

"Surprise!" The other men that make up BTS are in your living room, staring at you with broad smiles. Jungkook moves to stand in front of you and throws his arms out.

"Are you surprised?!"

"Wow, I am actually," you laugh. "Is this why you dragged me around the mall with you for so long?!" You question, punching him lightly in the shoulder.

Jungkook rubs his arm and pouts. "For the second time today, ow! But yes, this is mostly why. Some of it was also just me."

You give him a look but pull him towards you anyway, kissing him. You ignore Jungkook’s loud gag from behind him and let the kiss linger a little longer. When you pull away, both of you are slightly out of breath and smiling like idiots. “Thank you,” you whisper.

"If parties get me kisses like that, remind me to throw you surprise parties more often," Jungkook mutters back, placing a kiss on your nose and stepping out of your embrace. "Now, you may all greet the birthday girl and shower her with love." He announces to the members. At this, the other men make their way over to you, engulfing you in various hugs and surrounding you with happy birthday wishes.

A few hours later, when the party's over and the apartment is clear of the leftovers from dinner, empty plastic cups, and a spill by the couch courtesy of Hoseok, you’re even more exhausted than you were earlier, but you’re also extremely happy. Feeling how loved you are not only by Jungkook but by his best friends too, who had slowly become your friends, fills your heart with so much warmth.

When you mention this to Jungkook while you lay in bed later, he breaks into that huge, infectious smile that makes his eyes disappear and has you returning the expression.

"I’m so glad to hear that, babe. I was really worried that you wouldn't like anything I did today."

"Jungkook, I'd love anything you had planned today. Even if I got a little annoyed, I don’t care."

"What if I wanted to bungee jump from the Great Wall?"

"Hmm, that's not that tall. I could just close my eyes."

"What if I wanted to adopt a dozen puppies and name them all after me?"

"I happen to love puppies.”

"What if I want to pin you down and give you real birthday love for the rest of the night?" The teasing tone is gone from his voice, now replaced with something more serious.

You make eye contact with him and watch his tongue dart out to swipe across his plump lips. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

This is all the incentive Jungkook needs to roll over so that he’s hovering over your body. His lips and hands are on you in an instant, wasting no time in taking your pajamas off.

In the middle of yanking your sleep shorts down your legs, Jungkook stops and sits up to gently cup your face in his hand. "Oh, I forgot to tell you something all day."

"Hmm?" You huff, slight impatience in your voice.

"I love you." He kisses your forehead lightly before returning to the task at hand.