#possumswrite

"Hi, baby," Jungkook grins, deflecting your question with the sweetness of his smile. His head rests on his tattooed forearm as he gazes at you. "Miss you."

The words make you sigh, releasing a tension you didn't even realize you were holding. Carrying your phone into your bedroom, you sink down onto the mattress of your childhood bed. "I miss you, too."

It's been over a week since you said goodbye at the airport. Eight days, six hours, and thirteen minutes, to be precise. Every tick of the clock sends that number higher and higher.

"I was just thinking about you. Wanted to check in. How're you feeling?"

You shrug, burrowing deeper into the pillows. "I'm okay. Woke up late. Just killing some time before the appointment this afternoon."

He hums, nodding. Your boyfriend opens his mouth and then closes it again. You know what he wants to say, but he doesn't need to. You know he'd be here with you if he could.

This trip came up unexpectedly. But that's how it always goes when a parent gets sick. Everything's fine until it's not. It was easy enough for you to drop everything and fly halfway around the world, but Jungkook's just starting his career now, after a long period of false starts and dead ends. He didn't have the time banked and you weren't about to ask him to give up his job to come home with you.

Home. There's that word again. It's disorienting, being back in the place where you grew up, and feeling like you're somewhere new. So little has changed here, yet it feels completely unfamiliar. Home is now several time zones away.

Home is where he is.

Jungkook's voice pulls you back to the tiny device in your hand. "What time is it there?"

"Just past noon." You don't ask him what time it is, fully aware that it's the middle of the night there. "Why are you still up?"

"Eh, got home a while ago from drinks with Jin-hyung and was hungry, so I got fried chicken. Now I'm too full to sleep."

You give him a look. "How many times do I have to tell you, you can put some of that in the fridge? You don't need to eat it all in one sitting!"

Jungkook scrunches his nose in delight at your reaction. "I know I don't need to. I want to."

You just roll your eyes in defeat. It's not a new topic of discussion. Your boyfriend has a big appetite.

There's a gentle clicking sound from offscreen, nails tapping on hardwood, and then a big brown nose pops into frame as Bam puts his head on his dad's arm, wanting to know what he's looking at. Bam's technically your dog, too, since the two of you adopted him when you'd moved in together three months ago, but you're not a fool. He's Jungkook's baby.

"Bammy!" you coo, and Jungkook tilts the phone so Bam can see your face. His tail whips Jungkook's side in his frenzy. "Hi Bammy, I miss you!"

"Bam's been such a good boy, keeping me company while you're gone, haven't you?"

Jungkook buries his nose in Bam's face while planting kisses on the dog's snout, and you laugh when he sniffs the dog. Someone else might find it weird, but you're used to his sensitive nose. He's always sliding up behind you in the kitchen or bathroom and pressing his face against the back of your neck to inhale deeply. You stopped wearing perfume at his request, when he told you how much he loves your natural scent.

Right now, you'd give anything to feel his arms around you and hear that little snff snff up close. Your sigh is a little louder than you intend, because it draws Jungkook's focus away from his dog.

"You okay, baby?"

"I am. Really. I should… I should probably eat something." Food always helps. It's one of the things your father taught you. "Keep me company while I make lunch?"

Jungkook grins again, twirling something in his hand. "How about I do you one better?" he asks, and you realize he's holding his karaoke mic, and likely has been this whole time, just waiting for the perfect moment to reveal it. "Any requests?"

As you warm up your leftover takeout, Jungkook serenades you with a selection of your favorite songs. He incorporates little bits of choreo in some of the performances, like the risqué moves he does while crooning "Unholy" that make you choke on your rice. As always, his sweet tenor makes your heart flutter while he effortlessly riffs his way through a private little noraebang, just for you.

When your lunch is done, you sit in your father's old armchair, tucking your legs up on the sagging cushion. Jungkook's eyes are closed as he sings, and you know he's lost in the music. It's one of the things you love most about him, the way he gives his all to whatever he's doing. No matter what it is, he's always committed. Devoted.

You're so lucky to have him.

"Koo," you finally say when he pauses to pour himself a beer. "Baby. It's so late there. As much as I'm loving this concert, you should get some sleep." As a graphic designer, he works from home, so he doesn't have to wake early for a commute, but he's still human. He still needs sleep.

He fiddles with his frosted mug, pushing it back and forth on the table by where his phone is propped. "I know. I just… I don't like sleeping in our bed without you. It doesn't feel right." He frowns, dark brows knitting together in a look of anguish. "It doesn't feel like home when you're not here."

The last bit of tightness in your muscles dissipates as you melt at the heartache in his voice. "Oh, babe, I wish I could be home with you right now. Take you to bed, wrap my arms around you, and cuddle you to sleep."

"I wish you were here, too." The stars in his eyes seem dimmed by the sadness that hangs there. "And I'm - I'm sorry that I couldn't be ther-"

"I know, babe. I know." He falls silent at your gentle interruption. You've never hated the miles between you more than this very moment, wishing you could hold him close. Knowing he feels the same. "But this, you calling me like this to check in on me, singing to me - this means so much."

"Be better if I could hold you."

"Mmm. True." You smile playfully, chest warming when he smiles back just a little. "But don't worry. Even though you're there and I'm here, I still - I still feel your love." Of the two of you, he's the crier. But you find yourself swallowing thickly around your words. "So thank you."

Jungkook nods, letting his chin fall to his forearm again. "I'm always here, baby, any time you need some love. Time zones can't keep us apart."

"I know." You mirror Jungkook's position, watching his eyelashes flutter as exhaustion finally seems to hit him. "I love you, Koo."

"Love you too. Let me know how the appointment goes."

He yawns, and in the corner of the screen you see Bam curling up next to him on the couch. As soon as you end the call, you know they're going to fall asleep right there together.

"I will. Go get some sleep, babe."

He murmurs something that sounds like a very sleepy goodnight, and then the call disconnects. The screen fades to black, but in your mind you still see his soft smile.

Stretching, you peel yourself out of your father's chair. The appointment you have today is the one you've been dreading, but you'll be okay. In just a few more days, you'll be back home.

Masterlist 💜 Find me on AO3 💜 

Taglist 1: @babycoffeefire; @parkdatjimin; @reliablemitten; @yuugehn; @ut-dixisti; @hesperantha; @seokjinger-ale; @bangtanintotheroom; ​​@taeshuworld; @nch327; @hannahbee12719ficrecs; @7minsuga96; @dvalitaes; @thatlongspringnight; @miscelunaaa; @acquiescence804; @itsirisz; @velvetskize; @starbtslove; @bruisedscrewedandtattooed; @minesuga; @greezenini; @aznstoner; @jkkkkkay; @xuxibelle; @soeur-de-ame; @boraborabts; @signmybook; @bbl32; @codeinebelle; @here4btsfics; @itbtoblikethatsometimes; @kookprada; @addictedtohobi; @shatzkrinslinzki; @jaiuneamesolitaiire; @joonjulyagust-d; @jinsquishes; @btsgotjams27; @allamericanuniverse; @pleaseshutupsara; @guvgguk; @goodgollyitslolly; @laylasbunbunny; @goldensugarywaffles; @jadda98; @lovelye79; @moonacholy; @kookstempo; @luaspersona

If your URL is italicized, tumblr won’t let me tag you! 😤 Check your settings!

author’s notes:

What a labor of love this story has been to write. Everything is kind of a dumpster fire right now and I’ve been processing some shit over the past few months, and that’s when this story happened. It was supposed to be a 6k romp in a coffee shop with lots of crack, messy public sex, and abundant health code violations!!! And something happened and now it’s a 20k soft and feelingsy angst fic??? There’s so much I want to talk about with this fic, but I want to let it speak for itself. It’s nerve wracking; I’ve never written anything like this before. This is also the first time I’ve written an overtly plus-sized reader, so I hope I’ve done her justice. This fic is dedicated to every person who has been attracted to someone thinner than themselves. I see you, and I love you.

The title comes from a song by The 1975. They’re one of my favorite acts of all time; they sit on a shelf inside my heart, right next to BTS and Sufjan Stevens. Ironically, the song is not on the playlist I listened to the most while drafting this. Such is life! Here’s the playlist on Spotify. Enjoy!

my masterlist | my disclaimers | read on ao3

∞ read the original teaser here

∞ Part 1 | 9.6k

∞ Part 2 | 11.3k

∞ Epilogue | 3.7k

∞ This story was also featured heavily in the Ask My Muse event I did at the end of March, 2022. That masterlist can be found here.

Thank you for reading! Drop me an ask and tell me what you think. Find me in various places at my carrd :)

©miscelunaaa 2021-2022. My work is only found on this blog and under my ao3 pseud. Do not, under any circumstances, copy or repost my work. Thank you.

As promised, Taehyung was letting himself into your apartment two hours later and immediately calling out for you to see if you were ready.

“Sorry, I’m almost ready! Just doing some finishing touches, I’ll be right out!” you yelled back from your bedroom.

You should’ve known your best friend better cause he was already poking his head into the room right as you finished putting in your earrings.

“Whoa. I thought you said we were going to a concert.”

You laughed as you turned from your floor length mirror to face him standing in your doorway, “Yes, Tae, but this is Harry fucking Styles we’re talking about. People dress for these shows. Plus, I’ve been putting this outfit together for months, and I’m really excited about it, so I don’t wanna hear any smartass remarks from you, okay?”

Your best friend held up his hands in defense, earning another laugh from you.

“I was just gonna say a heads up would’ve been nice because now I am going to feel severely underdressed standing next to your gorgeous ass all night.”

You flushed at the compliment, even though it was just Taehyung. The way his eyes seemed to linger just a moment too long as he took in your outfit for the night made your face feel warm. You had on a very low cut and sparkly gold tank that tied in the back with a single ribbon, and flared white pants covered in sunflowers, with glittering gold high heeled boots to complete the ensemble.

“Oh please, Tae,” you scoffed, “like you could ever look bad.”

You were surprised to see his cheeks reddening slightly, he was always so cute when he got flustered. You were just telling the truth though. Taehyung stood there, in a black graphic tee tucked into his jeans and a pair of sneakers, and he still looked like he had just walked off the cover of some fashion magazine. His midnight curls were styled messily and yet, somehow still looked perfect. You often asked him how it felt to be one of God’s favorites, and Taehyung always got embarrassed and bashful every time you did.

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously as his eyes flitted around your room, looking everywhere but at you, “So, uh, should we go? I’m sure traffic is gonna be awful, so I wanted to give us plenty of time to get there.”

You felt nervous too. Something just felt...different tonight. You couldn’t quite put your finger on what it was though. There was a definite question hanging in the air, held in the way you kept looking at each other without ever meeting one another’s eyes.

“Yeah,” you replied after what felt like forever, “let’s go.”

The drive to the venue was spent with you obnoxiously blasting and singing along to Harry’s music from the passenger seat of Taehyung’s car, him laughing and teasing you all the while. Things felt much more normal between the two of you, at least for the moment.

Taehyung kept you tucked into his side as you navigated through the sea of people making their way towards the entrance, and you hated the way you were all too aware of the warmth of his hand across your back. You couldn’t remember ever noticing just how big his hands were.

“Hey, you okay?”

Taehyung’s fingers flexed against your bare skin, prompting you to look up at him.

“Hmm?”

“You just, you’re trembling a little. Are you cold?” your best friend rubbed his hand up and down your back as he asked this, and all you could feel was heat.

You shook your head and let out a nervous laugh, “No, just a lot of people.”

Taehyung nodded and pulled you a little closer, and you could feel your heart hammering inside your chest. What the fuck was going on. This was Taehyung for fucks sake. Your Taehyung. Goofy, lovable Taehyung with his adorable boxy grins. Your best friend, and the person you loved most in this world. Platonically, of course. At least you had thought so...

“Should we get our drinks now or do you wanna go check out our seats first and then come back?”

Taehyung’s voice once again pulled you out of your maddening and confusing thoughts. Maybe a drink would help you stop overthinking and overanalyzing everything, and just let you loosen up and enjoy the concert with your best friend.

“Drinks first.” you answered almost immediately, causing Taehyung to raise a curious eyebrow at you.

“I promised to buy you one, remember? So, lead the way to alcohol.” you instructed as you pointed towards the nearest stand selling drinks.

Your best friend chuckled before continuing to pull you along with him to join the line beginning to form in front of the vendor. You heard the sound of some girls giggling nearby and turned to see them gesturing to Taehyung and whispering back and forth to each other. You weren’t sure what came over you as you clutched Taehyung tighter and leaned further into him, but it shut those girls up, so you were definitely satisfied.

Taehyung had finished his first drink by the time the show started, while you were only halfway through yours. The lights went out, and you gripped the railing in front of you in anticipation. Your best friend stood next to you with his hands in his pockets, but close enough to where his arm still brushed against yours.

You heard the familiar melody of Golden start playing, and you were immediately letting yourself get swept up in the adrenaline that only came from realizing a concert was starting. You were screaming, singing, dancing, all with zero shame. You kept catching Taehyung’s amused grin out of the corner of your eye as he watched you caught up in your own secret little world.

Your drink was completely gone by the time Adore You finished, and your best friend had just disappeared to get his second one. Harry was going off to Only Angel and so were you as you screamed along to the lyrics and danced around wildly. The energy in the room was truly electric, and you felt like you were high off of it, like you were on a different plane of existence entirely.

Taehyung reappeared just as She was finishing up, second drink in hand. You could feel his eyes on you as your hips swayed along to the infectious guitar solo as the song faded out. But you were slightly buzzed and living your best life, so you didn’t let it invade your thoughts too much. You were literally given whiplash when Harry started singing Two Ghosts next, as an intro leading straight into-

“No! What the fuck. He is not doing this!” you exclaimed as Harry Styles had the audacity to sing the opening line of Falling.

“Wait, what’s wrong!” Taehyung yelled, leaning in closer to you so that he could be heard over the roar of the crowd.

“Tae! This is the song!” you shouted back, and you watched as the realization crossed over his face.

He reached for one of your hands before intertwining it with his own and giving you a small smile. You squeezed his hand in thanks before turning back to the performance happening in front of you.

Taehyung gripped your hand extra tight every time the chorus came around as you screamed back the lyrics with everything you had. Tears had been welling in your eyes for most of the song, but as soon as Harry reached the bridge, they began flowing freely down your cheeks. You barely had time to register Taehyung using his hold on your hand to pull you in to where your back was flush against his chest, strong arms immediately wrapping around your front. You half sang, half sobbed along to the final chorus, Taehyung gently rocking the two of you back and forth and pressing a kiss to your temple.

"Awww! I wish I had that!" you heard a girl cry from somewhere behind the two of you.

Something about the idea of her thinking you and Taehyung were a couple had a shy smile threatening to break out across your face. Your best friend released you from his hold as the song came to an end, and you found yourself turning around to face him. Taehyung's hands came up to cradle your cheeks, thumbs tenderly wiping away the tears he found there, "You okay?"

You nodded, every part of you fighting the urge to melt into his touch.

"I'm having fun with you, but I kinda want to punch that Harry guy for making you cry." he told you, leaning down close to your ear so you could hear him.

You giggled at the playful threat, and Taehyung squished your cheeks between his hands in response. He beamed down at you with that boxy grin of his, and you could feel the first sign of butterflies stirring restlessly in your stomach. He was so beautiful. It was something you noticed all the time, but it was more than that tonight. Tonight, he was brilliantly, beautifully, radiant.

Just as a very dangerous thought started to cross your mind, you heard the intro of one of your favorite songs, and also the one that had inspired the sunflower patterned bottoms you had chosen for the evening.

"Oh my God, Tae! I love this song!!" you voiced excitedly before moving to face forward again, putting a little distance between you and Taehyung as you did so.

You made the choice to focus all your attention on Harry's performance, rather than how badly you'd just been tempted to try to kiss your best friend. It wasn't long before you were once again lost in the music, your body moving on its own as you just vibed with the man on stage and the rest of the crowd. You managed to glimpse Taehyung finishing off his second drink before holding out a hand to you. You turned to him, a look of confusion adorning your features.

“Dance with me!” was his simple request as the corners of his lips quirked up into an inviting smile.

You laughed and shook your head at him, “Kim Taehyung, the entire time I’ve known you, I have never, ever, seen you dance.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t.” he retorted, reaching out to grab both of your hands, “Just means that you’ve never seen me do it.”

You raised a curious eyebrow at him, and Taehyung proceeded to use your connected hands to create a push and pull movement between the two of you in the little bit of space available. You just went along with it, your arms swaying in time to the music playing all around you. Taehyung seemed just as lost in the song as you at this point as he closed his eyes and let his body take the lead. You had never seen your best friend like this, and you couldn’t help the way your eyes were drawn to the hypnotizing motions of his hips. Taehyung was feeling it, and you certainly were feeling something too.

His eyes suddenly snapped open to catch your staring, and the intensity of his gaze nearly had you stumbling backwards. In the next moment, he was tugging on your hands to twirl you into him, with your back meeting his chest once again.

“Told you I could dance.” Taehyung said, warm breath hitting your ear and sending a chill through you.

“You’re shivering again. Sure you’re okay?” he went on, the deep and teasing timbre of his voice almost unrecognizable.

“Tae.” you breathed out right as the next song started, but Taehyung was already letting you go as if nothing had happened.

Your hand shot out to tug on his sleeve to get him to look at you, “Why are you teasing me?”

Something sparked behind Taehyung’s eyes, and you watched a smirk form across his handsome features.

“Why are you?” he challenged back, making your cheeks flare red.

You pouted at him, and Taehyung chuckled.

“You should turn around, you’re missing your concert.”

Your pout changed into a full on scowl as Taehyung directed all his attention back to the stage, and you let your hand drop from his sleeve. Hopefully Harry wouldn’t see your clear resting bitch face that had nothing to do with him performing To Be So Lonely, and everything to do with the way the man next to you was driving you crazy. The two of you had never played this game before, and you weren’t even sure you understood the rules yet. One thing was for sure though, like hell you were gonna let him win.

Woman was next, and that song always brought out your inner hoe just in general. Now that you were hearing it live, still slightly buzzed and intrigued by whatever was happening between you and Taehyung, you were truly ready to act the fuck up.

You started off with subtle movements, just kinda swaying to the music. You gradually started making the motion of your body more dramatic, more sensual, letting your hips do all the work. You could feel Taehyung watching, so you made sure to give him a good show, hands trailing up your body as you did so. You turned to the side to glance at him, proud smirk on your face, only to find him no longer standing next to you. A gasp escaped you as strong hands gripped your waist and pulled you back against an all too familiar chest.

“Now who’s the tease.” Taehyung growled in your ear, teeth just barely grazing against your skin.

Looked like you were figuring out how to play this game after all.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Tae. I’m just dancing.”

You insisted on playing dumb before swiveling your hips that were flush against him, Taehyung letting out a grunt behind you. You smiled to yourself, repeating the same movement and causing his hands to dig harder into your flesh. One of your arms reached up to wrap around the back of Taehyung’s neck, fingers snaking into his wavy tresses.

“Shit.” the man behind you hissed as you grinded harder against him, “You drive me crazy, you know that?”

His mouth was hot and hungry as it descended on your neck, and your head fell back on his chest at the foreign but euphoric sensation. Taehyung’s body moved in tandem with your own, the two of you in a completely different world than the concert still going on around you. Your nails scratched against his scalp. His teeth scraped against your throat. There was an obvious bulge in his jeans that was growing more prominent with each drag of your ass against his crotch.

“You’re, fuck, so lucky we’re in public right now.” he huffed right by your ear.

You chuckled and pushed back against him, hard, and Taehyung let out a strangled groan, “That hard to keep it in your pants, huh? Thought you would have more self control than that, Tae.”

“Shut up. Like you’re not fucking soaked right now.” he snarled back, one of his hands leaving your waist to begin sliding up your bare back.

Your breath hitched as his warm fingertips danced across your skin and slowly slipped under the ribbon that was the sole thing holding your top together. He gave the faintest tug against the material, and your nails dug into his neck in warning.

“You know, if we were anywhere else but here, I would be finding out for myself right now. Just how wet you were for me.”

“You sound pretty confident.” you shot back, but your own cocky facade was fading fast as his hand on your back traveled higher to press at the base of your neck.

“I know you, remember? And I know I could probably make you cum right here. Bet it wouldn’t take much. You’re already so wound up.” Taehyung went on taunting you, and you had never hated him so much for being right.

His large hand curved around your neck and he gave an experimental squeeze that had you clenching around nothing. Taehyung hummed, lips ghosting along your jaw, "Yeah, I fucking thought so."

His other hand was just starting to dip between your clothed thighs, when you both seemed to realize that the song had ended and Harry was now moving on to Cherry. The abrupt shift in tone jarred you right back to reality. Specifically, to the reality of what you had almost been willing to let your best friend do to you in a very public space. What you had wanted him to do.

Your hands left Taehyung at the same time that his arms retreated back to his sides. You quickly stepped away from each other, and the break in tension had you slowly coming out of your lustful haze.

You grabbed onto the railing in front you, still trying to anchor yourself back to what was happening around you. Taehyung appeared beside you a few moments later, but you couldn't bring yourself to look at him. To face the line you had both crossed, and what that meant for you and your friendship going forward.

You nearly jumped when you felt one of Taehyung's large hands envelop one of yours. He proceeded to tug on your hand, forcing you to finally look at him.

"Come on." he said simply, pulling on your hand once again as something mischievous sparkled behind his chestnut irises.

You laughed, feeling confused, "What?"

Taehyung leaned in closer, and his curls tickled the side of your face.

"Let's get out of here."

Your breath caught as your grip tightened on the railing. Oh the absolute temptation those words held…

"But the concert's barely halfway over." you pointed out, looking up at him.

"Yes, but all I care about and all I can think about right now is finding out how you look and sound when you cum." Taehyung pressed, his free hand starting its familiar journey up your back yet again.

Every time his hands were on you, you felt your brain getting fuzzy all over again. The beginning of Lights Up, thankfully, had the fog clearing slightly.

"Tae, I paid a lot of money for these tickets, and I've been looking forward to this concert for forever."

His hand dropped from your back as he pouted cutely at you. You couldn't help but giggle at the childlike reaction.

"Plus, I think we need to be rational and talk about what exactly this is, going on between us, before anything else happens. So let's just enjoy the rest of the concert, and then we can try to figure out whatever this is afterwards, okay?"

Taehyung sighed before shaking his head as he laughed to himself, "Yeah, okay, you're right. We really should talk about this first."

You smiled at him in thanks, and squeezed his hand that was still holding yours, happy to know you were both on the same page about this and could just focus on the remainder of the show.

"You know, this isn't exactly what I was expecting when you said we needed to talk after. Not that I'm complaining. I mean, this is a fucking fantastic conversation." Taehyung quipped, and you pulled back from marking up his pretty neck.

"Yeah, well, that was before I knew how much I liked kissing you." you countered before moving to pull his earlobe between your teeth.

Taehyung chuckled as his palms smoothed up and down the bare skin of your back.

"Mmm, I like kissing you too." he agreed, repositioning his head so he could connect your lips once more.

You sighed out softly as Taehyung licked into your mouth, his fingers teasing the ribbon still holding your top together. Your hands were making a mess of his already unruly locks, pulling and tugging, urging him to give you more. Taehyung nipped at your already swollen lips, and you rocked yourself forward against him.

"Fuck." he growled, "Did you forget we're literally in a car and still in the middle of a fucking parking lot full of people?"

Once it had been established that you would be waiting for a while to be able to get out of the insanely packed parking area, straddling Taehyung in his seat and engaging in a heated makeout session had presented itself as a pretty good way to pass the time.

"Relax, you baby. It's not like I'm giving you head in plain sight or anything."

His dick twitched beneath you, and you separated from his mouth to flash him a truly wicked smirk.

"Oh, but you wish I was, don't you?" you teased as you slid your hand down his chest before palming him over his jeans.

Something blazed in Taehyung's eyes, hungry and full of desire.

"Just for the record, I have wanted this for a while. Wanted you." he told you, dropping his hands to settle on either side of your waist.

Wings fluttered incessantly in your stomach, and you leaned forward to kiss him, soft and sweet.

"I think I have too. I just don't think I realized how much until tonight. Until I was willing to finally admit it to myself. But I do. I want you, Taehyung."

His entire face lit up with your favorite boxy grin, and you affectionately ran one of your hands through his mussed waves.

"Well, you have me. In the middle of a parking lot after a Harry Styles concert. You fucking have me."

Laughter overtook you, your body rocking forward with the force of it as you attacked Taehyung with kisses all over his face and hair. You could feel him smiling against your skin, and you reached for his hands to guide them back up to the still knotted ribbon. Taehyung's fingers gripped the thin material as he pulled back to meet your eyes.

"Have you always had an exhibitionist kink? Or is that just something I bring out in you?" he queried cheekily, giving the ribbon an experimental tug that had it loosening immediately.

"Maybe I just like the idea of people being able to see that you're the only one who can touch me like this." you said back, voice soft and sultry, and you felt Taehyung jerk under you.

His hands made quick work of undoing the ribbon, and he wasted no more time as his palms slid around to cup your breasts. A breathy moan left your lips, and you arched into his touch. You started moving against him again as he groped and kneaded your soft flesh. His head disappeared under your top a moment later, and you giggled at the way his hair tickled your skin. Your giggles dissolved into whines and cries, however, the moment you felt his warm mouth envelop one of your nipples.

"Tae, fuck."

You tipped your head back as your hands found their way under your top and back into his charcoal curls to hold him against you. Taehyung worked his teeth, tongue, and lips against your perked bud until you were having to bite down on your own lip to muffle all the sounds threatening to escape.

"I didn't realize you had such a marking kink." you breathed out as Taehyung sucked more spots of color onto your chest.

"I don't." he remarked, voice husky and deep, "It’s just because it’s you."

His words went straight to your core, and you started grinding against him with even more desperation in an attempt to alleviate the growing ache. Taehyung moved to begin marking up your other breast, his hands reaching around to grab at your ass to encourage your movements. His tongue flicked over your nipple, and you had to bury your face in his neck to cover up the constant moans and pants that were leaving your mouth.

“God, I love that I can make you sound like that. I can’t wait to see what else I can draw out of that sweet mouth of yours.” Taehyung murmured against you before trapping your bud between his teeth.

He had you so wrapped around his finger that all you could do was frantically clutch at his hair and whimper helplessly as he helped you rut against him. You were literally shivering from overstimulation by the time Taehyung’s fluffy head of hair resurfaced from under your top. You glanced out the window to see that the parking lot was significantly more empty now. 

Taehyung followed your line of sight before using his fingers to grip your chin and turn your face back towards him. He looked absolutely wild right now. Eyes almost completely blown out, pretty lips pink and swollen, and his curly black tresses in complete disarray from your makeout session. The man under you laughed nervously, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Cause you look really sexy right now.” you replied, and Taehyung raised an intrigued eyebrow at you.

“You gonna let me make you cum? Right here, where anyone could see us? Or is that exhibitionist kink all talk?”

You knew he was challenging you, and you were quick to rise to meet him.

“I think you’re the one who’s all talk, Taehyung.” you fired back, smug smirk clear on your features.

“Hmm,” Taehyung hummed thoughtfully, “well let’s hope your screams don’t end up getting us arrested for public indecency.”

“What makes you think I’m gonna scream?” you pressed, and the devilish glint in his eyes absolutely terrified you.

His fingers on your chin and the intensity in his gaze pinned you in place while his other hand trailed along the waistband of your pants. With very little effort, he yanked them down to expose your nearly soaked panties.

“Shit. You really are dripping.” Taehyung hissed before cupping you over the garment with his palm, and you sighed out at the contact.

You sucked in a breath when his digits dipped inside to meet your folds a moment later. He slowly slid one long finger inside, drawing out a choked moan from you as he did so. Something about the way he was still making you meet his eyes as his finger fucked into you had fresh arousal coating your thighs and Taehyung’s hand. He glanced down and swore at the sight, adding a second digit and increasing his pace.

“Fuck, Taehyung!” you cried out, your eyes snapping shut in response to the pleasure.

“You’re so tight, fucking hell. Your cunt is just sucking my fingers right in.” he observed, voice clouded over with lust.

He slid in a third finger, and your head fell back at the delicious stretch. The car was filled with the lewd sounds of his digits plunging between your walls again and again as you bounced in his lap. Taehyung must’ve finally picked up on how badly you were struggling because he released your chin from his hold at the same time that his thumb strummed across your aching clit.

A hand flew up to cover your own mouth as your cries grew louder. Taehyung’s eyes were glued to the way his digits disappeared inside you, biting down hard on his own lip in concentration. You were practically thrashing on top of him, your orgasm approaching quickly from the way his fingers were playing you as if he’d done it a hundred times before.

“I’m so close, Tae. Please.” you begged him breathlessly as you lost the energy to hold your hand up and let it drop back down to your side.

“Let go for me, beautiful. Wanna feel you.” Taehyung coaxed, his thumb relentlessly stroking your bundle of nerves as his digits reached that spot inside of you that had your eyes rolling back.

“Oh, fuck, Tae, I’m-”

His free hand clamped over your mouth just in time to silence your scream as you came undone. Taehyung continued to fuck you through it, and tears slid down your cheeks from the overwhelming stimulation. When he finally withdrew his fingers from you, you just slumped forward against his chest, breathing heavily. You heard Taehyung humming as he sucked his fingers clean, but it barely registered in your post orgasm state. A moment later you felt his strong arms enveloping your figure and holding you close.

“You gonna make it?” he asked you softly before pressing a kiss into your hair.

“Sure.” you mumbled back, “Right after I pass away.”

Taehyung laughed out loud at that, jostling you in his lap, and the sound made your heart feel impossibly warm.

“Well, you were definitely right about one thing tonight. That concert totally changed my perspective on Harry Styles.”

You used what little energy you had left to lift your head to gaze up at him, “So, what you’re saying is, you’re a Harry stan now?”

“I wouldn’t quite go that far, but I am grateful to him and his music.”

Taehyung beamed down at you, and you smiled back shyly.

“Although, I don’t think I’ll be able to listen to that Woman song without getting turned on.” he continued, giving you a knowing look.

“A Harry song is gonna make you pop a boner? Well, looks like my work here is done. I’ve converted you.” you quipped back, earning a poke in the side from Taehyung.

“Want me to finger fuck you until you cry again?”

You pouted up at him, “No, I wanna go home and cuddle and then go the fuck to sleep.”

Taehyung chuckled and shook his head at you.

“You’re lucky I have a soft spot for your cute ass.”

You leaned up to press a kiss under his jaw.

When you arrived at the hotel, the concierge mentioned that there’s something waiting for you in the room, and sure enough, upon you walking in, you’re greeted by a giant stuffed teddy bear resting against the headboard on the bed with a note tucked between its paws. It’s black, plastic eyes shine in the dim winter sun, and it stares at you like it knows what horrors it's about to witness.

“Ready to play?” the note read in Seokjin’s bubble-like handwriting.

You bite back the smile of excitement. He mentioned in your texts leading up to the event to expect something special, because there’s an additional cause for celebration that’s not just his birthday plus the holidays.

You wanted to let him know that you’ve arrived, so you decide to send him a text that includes a photo of you and your gift. The problem is… the teddy bear is so big that you have a hard time fitting it in the frame for your picture. After a few tries, the only decent picture that comes out is one of you lying on the bear’s soft brown stomach with its nose peeking from the corner. Well, you’re sure Seokjin will get the ‘picture.’

You: I’m here ♥ Thanks for the bear.

It hasn’t even been a few seconds until you see that your message has been read, and the emergence of the three little dots that’s indicative of his reply.

SJ: Good. In the top drawer of your nightstand, you’ll find a blindfold. SJ: I expect that when I come into the room, you’ll be nice and ready for me.

Turning towards the nightstand, you open the first drawer per Seokjin’s instruction and you find the familiar black satin fabric. You begin to discard your clothing and loop the blindfold around your head, but just before you place it over your eyes, you pause. Seokjin didn’t mention when it was he’s coming over. He just expected you to wait.

Well, that's not fun! Based on the website of the hotel, apparently there’s a hot spring somewhere in the lower levels that you wanted to dip your toes in. Since you can’t leave the room unless you’re looking for punishment, you decide to explore the room you’ll be occupying instead.

Judging from the large window in the bedroom that overlooks a crystal blue lake, this seems to be the “scenic room”, and you can’t help but stare in awe at the rippling water that looks like diamonds in the setting winter sun. To the right of the lake lies a mountain range, and you can see the few brave skiers going down the slopes, looking like miniature figurines in a diorama.

There's also a breakfast nook on the other end of the room. You don't recognize the lush flowers they've provided in the gorgeous dark green vase, but you can smell the sweet floral notes from where you're standing.

You hum as you walk towards the large door you saw on your way in. Behind the door is a bathroom, and it is already bigger than the living room in your apartment back home. A black marble bathtub lies in the centre of the tile floor, and not only does it look like it costs more than your one year of rent combined; it's big enough to fit the two of you with plenty of space to spare.

You have no doubt that he spent a pretty coin to reserve this room. But what surprises you most is how Seokjin found this area in the first place. From what you can tell, when he told you where you’ll be staying together, the town doesn’t seem to be listed in any map, which was why he had you picked up in a limousine that was filled with your favourite snacks and drinks for the lengthy trip.

As you make your way back to the bed, the realization hits you.

You forget who it is you’re dealing with! There's a good chance that Seokjin’s family owns this place, and not just the hotel either, but the entire area surrounding it. You definitely wouldn’t be surprised if that’s the case. That slim black card in his wallet was his father's gift to him when Seokjin was only 10, and it has paid for a number of things in your life: from something as “trivial” as your college tuition, the expensive outfits and lingerie you brought with you, and down to this gigantic bear in your hotel room that takes up half of the king size bed.

Currently, you’re debating whether you should move all your outfits from your suitcase atop the chaise lounge to the antique wooden wardrobe on the other side of the room. Seokjin did mention that you’re going to be here for at least a week, although judging from your previous escapades, you’ll probably spend New Year’s wrapped up in his arms again.

You just started to unzip your suitcase when your phone chimes. It’s another message from Seokjin!

SJ: Shame. You’re not ready to play.

“Wait… what?” You stare at your phone at the weird message. You're decoding the meaning behind the text when you receive another one.

SJ: I won’t repeat myself for a second time. Get ready. Now.

Well, there’s no sense in arguing, though you are interested as to where Seokjin might be watching from. It’s not until you undo the last few buttons of your blouse that your eyes land on the bear. What are the odds that those beady eyes are actually camera lenses?

You quickly stripped yourself of your clothes until only the red lingerie is all you’re left in. Then, placing the loop of the blindfold between your lips, you crawl on the bed on all fours until you’re staring eye-to-eye with the bear. You squint at what you thought were soulless plastic beads. After closer inspection, you find it; the faintest blink of red that disappears as quickly as it comes. You were right. There is a camera hidden behind the left eye of your gift.

Two can play at this game. And if Seokjin wants a show, who are you to deny him one? Smirking, you tower over the plush before planting a kiss on the lens.

“Can you hear me, baby?” you test.

The ding of a message from your phone is proof that he could.

The smirk you wear stretches wider across your cherry-tinted lips. Time to enact your plan. You pull the bear by its legs so it lies horizontally on the bed. Shifting up, you straddle its face before lowering your hips until your clothed core meets the cold tip of its nose.

Oh. That feels good.

“Baby…” Throwing the lens a smirk, you secure the blindfold around your eyes. “I don’t want to wait," you pout, "So, I'm going to play right now."

As soon as you finish your sentence, your phone on your nightstand beeps again. Something tells you that hidden inside that text notification is a command for you to stop whatever you’re doing, but since he’s not here…

You rock your hips forward experimentally, shuddering when the bear’s nose bumps your clit. “Oh fuck…”

With quiet pants, you repeat the action, back and forth. Back and forth. The candy-cane patterned panties you’re wearing gradually grows wetter, your arousal seeping into the cream muzzle of the bear.

In response to your rebellion, the buzzing from your phone increases to a point where it vibrates itself off the nightstand. Still, you don’t stop, and instead, it fuels you to grind faster, harder, until you feel the telltale tingling in your spine.

Your hands grip the sides of the bear, using its ears as leverage to steady the head. You hope he's enjoying the view. “Seokjin, baby, are you watching?” you smirk.

The thrill of potentially disobeying him is exhilarating. Within the realms of technicality, you’re not breaking any rules. Seokjin just said to put the blindfold on and wait, which is exactly what you’re doing right now… just with the added bonus of possibly making yourself orgasm.

The embers quickly spread across your body, and the grip you have around the bear grows tighter. You can’t stop your moans, and they tumble out with careless abandon, growing louder and louder as your orgasm approaches.

“C-Can you hear me? I’m… ah, so fucking close! Baby, baby…” Your body is a forest fire. All your senses are heightened to that one specific point in your body. The world no longer exists, just you and a taut string, ready to snap at a moment’s notice. You’re close… so close. “I’m gonna—”

“Stop.”

The rocking of your hips freeze instantly at the familiar command that often haunts your dreams. In your blinded state, you swivel your head this way and that, trying to pinpoint where his voice is coming from. There’s no way he’s in the room… is there?

“S-Seokjin?” you call out meekly.

His voice sounded so cold, so furious.

At the silence that greets you, you try again. “Jin? Baby? Are you here with me?”

You don’t dare move, or even breathe, as you wait. Then it comes, the unmistakable click of his tongue, followed by the dull thump of his expensive leather shoes against the carpeted floor of the room. Shit.

"O-Oh, when did you get here?" You smile at the direction you think he's coming for.

He ignores your question. “What do we have here?” Seokjin asks instead. Though his words sound amused, you have a feeling he’s anything but.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you attempt a cheery attitude. “B-Baby… I’ve missed you so much! Are you finally here to play?”

Seokjin chuckles, but it’s not the high-pitched laughter you’re used to. No, it’s the one he reserves for when he’s disappointed in your antics; like he can’t believe your audacity.

You gasp when the familiar curl of his fingers wrap around your throat, his forefinger and thumb tilting your chin to the side. His other hand lands on your thigh, drumming his fingers on your skin.

“Bad girl,” he tuts, trailing his lips from the nape of your neck to your shoulder. “I told you explicitly what to do, and here you are disobeying me. What's worse is that you ignored my calls and texts with the phone I gave you.”

The hand on your thigh trails up and up, skirting around the lace edges of your underwear. “What should I do with a baby that can’t even listen to simple instructions, huh?”

You stay completely silent, a small hint of fear diluting your excitement.

Seokjin grazes his teeth along the shell of your ear. “What’s going on now, pet? Too scared to say anything? You were so loud before. Answer me. What shall I do with you tonight?”

“Wanna see you…” you whimper instead of answering his question.

Seokjin laughs in disbelief. “What makes you think you deserve to see me? No no. Not after that stunt you pulled that forced me out of my meeting. Decide on your punishment, baby; I’m giving you this chance because it’s Christmas, but also because I don’t think you’ll appreciate what I have planned for you.”

You attempt to quiet down the loud pounding of your heart with an inhale. It’s mercy, especially from him. “Spank m-me,” you manage to utter.

He hums against your skin. “Spanking? Isn’t that too boring? We’ve done that plenty of times before and it’s clear you don’t learn your lesson from it.” Seokjin pauses, and when you don’t object, he continues. “Well, since you don’t seem to have any other ideas, let’s go with my plan then.”

The cold air whooshes around you when Seokjin departs from your back, and upon release, you slump forward onto the bear. Whatever it was he has planned, you’re not sure you’ll survive.

When he returns, not long after you hear him sticking something to the floor, Seokjin removes the blindfold carefully, making sure it doesn’t tangle with your hair. You can’t help but smile, even when he’s upset with you, he’s still trying to make sure you’re unharmed.

“Okay, angel, seeing as you’re so eager to cum, get on the floor and show me.”

It takes you a few moments to adjust to the bright light. When the room no longer blinds you with white, you find yourself face-to-face with Seokjin. There's a flush of red across his cheeks and ears, a beautiful contrast to the navy vest he wears over his white shirt. God. You must look completely disheveled compared to him.

Seokjin's lips curl into a feline smile. He tucks your hair behind your ear as he whispers, "Are you done staring? Don't forget what you're supposed to do, pet."

Embarrassed, you pretend to not hear him, and instead your eyes find a dildo placed on the floor.

You purse your lips as you survey the toy. It looks pretty standard, although it’s a bit bigger than the normal dildos you’ve seen in sex shops. You’re not too keen on the silicone’s bright neon pink shaft, and the veins protruding along the sides look more comical than anything. But this is the task that Seokjin has assigned you to and even with your hesitance, you’re not about to say ‘no’.

After removing your panties, you take another glance at Seokjin, who smirks at you, before positioning your hips so that the tip of the dildo kisses your hole.

“Come on, get on with it.” Seokjin taps his foot impatiently on the carpet. “Put on a good show for me.”

After taking a deep breath, you slowly lower yourself onto the silicone toy. As the toy disappears inside you, a gasp leaves your lips at the slight burn from the stretch. Yeah, this was way bigger than any of the dildos you’ve tried previously; and maybe it’s because of your position, but the tip reaches further than what you’re used to as well.

“Oh… god…”

You’re filled to the brim, and you’ve barely taken up half of the toy. Thankfully, the cold silicone begins to warm up to your body’s temperature, and you moan as the first bursts of pleasure erupt in your head. You’re moving slow, allowing yourself to get used to the girth, but Seokjin seems displeased, his mouth turned downwards at your efforts.

With a click of his tongue, he rises from the bed to sit behind you on the floor, bunching the black satin fabric in his hands. Your vision disappears when he secures the blindfold over your head again.

After he makes sure that the blindfold won't come loose, he moves your hair to the side and plants a kiss on the nape of your neck, murmuring, "Do you love me?"

You sigh happily, leaning towards his touch. "You know I do. What's up with the question?"

Seokjin chuckles. "Oh, nothing at all." His large hands take hold of your hips, massaging you gently. You squeak when his grip turns forceful, his dull nails digging into your skin, but it doesn't compare to the scream you let out when Seokjin slams you down to the hilt.

“Fuck! Seokjin!” Your walls clench at the sudden intrusion, pinpricks of tears collecting in your eyes when he yanks you up. Your legs shake so badly that if it weren't for the tight hold he has over your hips, you'll surely buckle forward.

Seokjin seizes your jaw, his fingers digging into the flesh of your neck as he rasps harshly, “Didn’t I tell you to put on a show? Huh? Fucking hell. Are you too stupid to understand simple instructions now?”

"N-No…" you sob. "S-Seokjin… I can do it myself."

Using your hips, he pushes you back down onto the dildo, ignoring your whimpers and pleas. "I don't think so," he coos mockingly when your hands scratch over his palms as you beg him to stop. "I think after a year apart, my baby is too stupid to do anything without my help."

Seokjin doesn't need both hands to force you to ride the dildo, and he spits out taunt after taunt, each one meaner than the last. The other hand on your neck holds your head in place, and your neck is surely riddled with half-moon indents by the power of his grip. You’re left speechless as you're made to ride the dildo, there are only half-syllables of his name escaping every so often with how mushy your brain’s turning. With the brutal pace he sets, the burn from your walls stretching open takes a bit to fade into pleasure, but when it does, you're moaning loudly, slamming your hips down repeatedly on your own.

“That’s better,” Seokjin praises, removing his hand from your body to smooth out your hair. You whine when his large hand presses on your upper back, pushing you forward until your chest is parallel to the floor. “Okay, angel, keep riding that dildo and give me your hands. Don’t stop. Good girl.”

Seokjin secures your wrists behind you with a long piece of cloth. You continue to move per his instructions, but at this point your thighs are burning, especially without the support from your arms.

That dreaded click of his tongue reaches your ear again, and so you try to keep up with the momentum, but it’s only for a few more seconds until you falter again.

The grip around your hip tightens again, his nails digging into your skin. “Aww… what’s wrong, baby? Didn’t you want to cum?” Pleased with the results after testing the knot a few times, Seokjin picks you back up from the floor like a rag doll, and begins to move your body for you again.

Your limbs are screaming, the soreness spreading from your thighs, down your legs, turning them numb. Yet you follow his heed, bucking your hips with Seokjin as your conductor. “G-God… Too big…” you whine.

Seokjin sushes your complaints by slipping two of his fingers past your lips. “You can take it. That’s it. Good girl. Keep going.” he praises, kissing your shoulder. Saliva drips from your lips and down your chest as you swirl your tongue around his digits.

Without warning, Seokjin’s hand leaves your hip to draw circles on your clit, his praises unending as you move faster. You garble his name as your eyes flutter shut under the blindfold. The soreness in your thighs is forgotten as you chase your high, climbing higher and higher with each second that passes you by.

Seokjin rips his fingers away from your mouth to unclasp the bra you’re wearing. His wet digits swirl around your nipple, rolling the sensitive bud between his forefinger and thumb, and your spine curves from the dull pain.

“Look at these gorgeous tits,” he groans, pinching your nipple not unkindly. “Your nipples are so fucking hard. Do you feel good, baby?”

“Very… good,” you gasp. “I’m close—”

Everything inside of you is hot – an unchecked flame spreading like wildfire as you keep edging to the brink of madness. The tingling in your spine returns; a delicious warning to your downfall.

“Cum for me, baby. Soak this carpet, yeah?”

“Fuckfuckfuck, Seokjin!” you screech.

Your body shakes with the force of the orgasm, the spine tingling sensation causing your head to swim like you’re thrown into another dimension. Yet the blinding light doesn’t cease because Seokjin’s still going; his hand returning to your hips as he forces you to pick up the pace again.

“Shit… Seokjin… I can’t…”

He laughs aloud at your words. “You can’t? My little fucking brat… Didn’t you say you wanted to cum? I’m giving it to you right now and you’re telling me you can’t?”

No, no, no. Not like this. You’re going to break if he keeps going. Yet your body continues to absorb every brutal impact; every drag of the toy against your walls, and soon the familiar knot returns to your stomach.

“Fuuuck!” you scream. Your bound hands shake behind you in an attempt to break free, but Seokjin’s rope tricks keep the knot from getting undone.

It’s a little bit faster now, the way in which the light blinds your vision. Within a few more moments, you’re soaking the carpet below you again, your high cresting over you and reaching its peak. You think you screamed his name as you came, but you can’t be too sure – not when the world is spinning, and your blood roars loudly in your ears.

You’re whimpering as you come down from the intensity. You’ve tried everything under the sun with Seokjin, but you’ve never had two orgasms in a row – not at the same degree. Seokjin’s large hands cup your face as he removes the blindfold from you, kissing your hair and murmuring sweet praises in the process. With heavy lids, you look up at his handsome face, and you smile at the pride that shines in his eyes. Looks like you did good.

How long have you been leaning on him? You quickly scramble away from his chest, but your body feels like it weighs a thousand pounds, so you simply flail before landing back on his sculpted chest with a thump.

With a quiet chuckle, Seokjin massages your back as he gently removes the dildo from underneath you.

“Ah… fuck…” you hiss at the soreness that’s beginning to settle.

“Was it good?”

“Very,” you hum, kissing him along his jaw. “Is that all you have planned for me tonight?”

Seokjin scoffs as he gathers you from the floor and lifts you up. “Of course not. That's just the beginning. Are you ready for more though?”

“Always. What do you take me for?”

“That’s my girl.”

He lays you gently on your tummy after discarding the stuffed bear to the floor. His hands massage your palms, making sure he hasn’t cut off any blood flow. “How are your hands?”

“Sore, but okay.”

“Would you like me to take them off?”

“Not at all. It’s the only way for you to keep me still, right?”

“I guess so,” he chuckles. “I’m going to move you to the headboard, unless of course… you can do it yourself?”

You take the challenge with a firm nod, and though your legs are jelly from your adventures on the floor, you manage to lift yourself up and crawl to the headboard before dropping your weight onto the mountain of pillows. It wasn’t graceful by any means, but it got the job done.

Seokjin whistles at your feat as tosses his vest away and undoes the first few buttons of his shirt, and you have a sinking suspicion that the missing tie in his ensemble is the exact same one that has bound your wrists together. And judging from how his hands return to his sides, it seems like you’re the only one that’s going to be naked tonight. Darn.

“Eyes up here, baby.”

To be honest, you hadn’t realized you had thrown all your focus on the sliver of honeyed-skin, but at his words, your eyes jerk up to meet his, and you find yourself staring at that irritating half-smirk you’ve come to love.

“Wasn’t staring,” you mumble.

There’s a hardness in Seokjin’s gaze, causing the air to still. “I don’t remember teaching my baby to lie.” Even though he spoke in a whisper, there’s a hidden threat underneath the words.

Shit.

“I mean… I didn’t…” you fumble.

“No, no, you clearly did.” Seokjin shifts to loom above you before pressing his thumb on your bottom lip. “This filthy fucking mouth,” he growls.

You start to mumble, but Seokjin pushes his digit past your lips and hooks his thumb on the inside of your cheek, causing it to bulge and force you into silence. His other hand reaches over to unzip his pants, freeing his girth of its confines. You’re transfixed, unable to take your eyes off the leaking head. He pumps his length a few times, and your mouth begins to salivate at the thought of his taste again. Oh, how you’ve missed him.

Without removing his thumb, he stands over you and jerks himself in front of your face, the tip of his dick bumping your cheek every so often. You struggle against your binds, your mouth wrapping itself around his thumb as you whine around it.

“You're making a mess of my finger,” he groans. “Are you that hungry for my cock, baby?”

You nod fervently without looking up from the sight of his purple-ish head.

“Okay then, open up.”

Just after your lips part as you release his thumb, Seokjin rams his dick all the way inside, knocking your head backwards against the headboard. But the dull pain on your head is nothing like the burn in your throat. Seokjin’s big, and your small throat has a hard time accomodating to his girth.

“Shit… so fucking tight. Just for me.”

His cock sits heavy on your tongue, your jaw aching from having to keep your mouth open. You try to breathe but the air seems intent on not entering you. Oh god, did he get bigger?

“Ah, isn’t this much nicer?" His voice distracts you from your predicament. "You’re so much quieter with a cock in your mouth.”

Seokjin tangles his fingers in your hair, angling your head slightly upwards so he can easily thrust into your throat. Even though he’s going slow, tears begin to collect in your eyes as you struggle to breathe.

He then wraps his fingers around your throat, squeezing hard enough that it cuts off your air flow. As you choke and gag around him, Seokjin groans loudly above you. “Fuuuck, I love how tight you got. I can feel the outline of my dick around your throat. Is it hard to breathe, baby? Huh?”

“Mmph!” you whine around him. Your fingernails dig into your palms as lights begin to dance in front of your eyes. Just as you think you’re about to tap out from the lack of oxygen, Seokjin removes himself from your throat, relieving you of much needed air as you sputter and choke.

You’re inhaling lungfuls of air, until your heart is no longer running like you just finished a marathon.

“Fuck,” you cry weakly.

Seokjin tips your chin up with his finger. “Still want more?”

“Please,” is all you can muster.

With a whispered ‘okay’, Seokjin returns to straddle you and places the tip of his cock on your lips. You open your mouth dutifully, maintaining eye contact as you go down on his length. He waits patiently until your nose brushes against the dark hairs on the base before he begins moving.

Seokjin tangles his fingers in your hair to keep you steady, and so you don’t knock your head against the headboard. When you give him the slightest nod, he’s merciless; driving his hips forward, and groaning loudly every time you swallow around his length. Though there’s a curtain of tears that block your vision, you can still make out the twist in Seokjin’s face as he loses himself in bliss.

His balls slap against your jaw and you want nothing more than to play with them, but you’re only left wanting, with your hands unable to hold on to anything aside from the sheets below you. You focus on hollowing your cheeks, and with it you’ve earned yourself a deep thrust and Seokjin’s loud grunt of your name.

“Baby, baby,” he hisses. Seokjin’s close; you can tell by the way he falters in his thrusts. “Shit…”

Just before he explodes, he yanks your head back to unsheathe himself. His other hand wraps around his length, his body jerking as his orgasm overtakes him. You barely manage to close your eyes before the first spurts hit you; the warm fluid decorating your forehead and cheeks in white. As Seokjin’s ragged breathing slows down, you peek when you don't feel anymore spurts on your face, but you shut your eyes immediately when it turns out he hasn't spared them.

“You – ah – look so pretty with my cum all over you like this,” he smiles through quick inhales of air.

You attempt to lick at the drops that land on your cheeks, but they’re unfortunately too far from your tongue. “Wanna taste…” you pout.

“Dirty girl.”

You can’t help but grin at the pride in his voice. Seokjin scoops up his cum with his fingers as he mutters, “Open wide.” You stick your tongue out and he presses his cum-stained fingers to your mouth, and your lips close around his digits automatically as you begin to suck. When his digits are clean, Seokjin wipes the cum from your eyes with what you assume is a handkerchief he retrieved from his pockets.

“Such a beautiful cumslut,” he hums as he cleans your face. “Would you let just anyone make a mess of you?”

“No,” you mumble, opening your eyes when he's done. “Just you,” you whisper absentmindedly, staring in awe at his dick that hasn’t lost its rigidity.

Seokjin follows your gaze and beams when he realizes what it is you’re staring at. Gripping the base of his dick, he taps the tip of his dick on your lips. “Do you still want more? Are two orgasms not enough for you?”

You nod enthusiastically, spreading your legs outward to prove your point. “I don’t think one is enough for you either,” you tease.

“You're absolutely right,” he beams. Seokjin traces your cheek absentmindedly, and there's a strange tone in his voice when he murmurs, “My cock-hungry whore. Is that what you are?”

That’s a new one, and you’re surprised to find how much you love it.

“I am. I’m your cock-hungry whore,” you pant, your eyes falling to his length again. Perhaps it’s the trick of the light, but you swear– no, you know for sure that he’s bigger than before.

Seokjin grabs your legs and kneels down between them, situating the tip over your entrance. But instead of entering, he purposefully slides up, bumping into your clit and causing you to shiver.

“How much do you want me? It seems like you’ll do just fine with the dildo. Should I just bring that back?”

As you chase after his length with your hips, you let out a high-pitch whine, your cunt leaking more juices with every drag of his fat cock against your swollen folds.

“A- A lot… I want it,” you beg.

“Oh?” Seokjin whispers. “I don’t know… it doesn’t seem like you want me that much,” he teases.

Every time the tip of his cock bumps your clit, you’re permitted a small sliver of heaven, one so out of reach with the way he’s teasing you.

“Beg for it, baby. Or else I’ll really get the dildo and fuck you that way instead.”

You’re squirming; kicking the sheets underneath you. If he doesn't stop teasing you, you swear you're going to explode.

“Fuck! Fine! Seokjin, please. Pleasepleaseplease. I need your cock so bad,” you rasp. “Hurry up and fuck me!”

“As you wish.”

Seokjin sinks into your heat after your cry, and the both of you moan in unison when he fills you to the brim. If you thought the dildo was big, it was nothing compared to Seokjin. Every time he buries himself inside of you, it’s like you’re about to tear into two. Yet the usual burn from the stretch doesn’t last as long, and you’re soon thrown into the depths of pleasure.

“Fuck!” you hiss repeatedly.

“Oh, fuck,” he repeats, and he splays his hand on your stomach, pressing lightly at the slight outline of his cock. “I’m always amazed that this tiny pussy can take me so well. Can you feel how deep I am inside of you, angel?”

You claw at the sheets underneath you as he begins his punishing pace. “Yes, fuck! So deep…” You blink the tears away at the sight of Seokjin above you.

Even in the throes of pleasure, with sweat slicking his forehead, he looks like a god. It’s not fair that he’s still clothed; you want nothing more than anything to rip his shirt away. Once again, you attempt to free yourself from your bindings, and once again… you fail.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Seokjin asks with a teasing lilt.

“Want to touch you,” you whisper breathlessly.

With a chuckle, he shakes his head. “You don’t deserve to touch me. Just lie there and be a good hole for me.”

“Seokjin…” you wail. “Need to touch you.”

“Nope.” He proceeds to exit out of you and flip you over, so that you’re lying on your stomach again. “You’ve not been good today, pet. So you don’t get what you want.”

Seokjin grabs your bound wrists and yanks them upwards, bringing your body up into the air. With his knees, he pushes your legs out further. Without your hands supporting your weight, you’re relying heavily on your thighs and the hold that Seokjin has.

It hasn’t even been a few seconds and your thighs are already burning, but thankfully, that feeling quickly goes away, replaced by the pleasure that his cock brings upon entering you.

This time, his thrusts are slower, and he prioritises going deeper into your heat. It’s more intimate, a complete one-eighty to the rough pounding you just received, but you’re not certain that you can cum from this alone.

As if he’s reading your thoughts, Seokjin’s hand snakes around your waist to return to your clit, massaging the bundle of nerves gently with figure eights. You sigh, feeling so full and whole with him so deep inside you.

“I wanted to be mean, but you just looked so lovely,” he admits, his voice wistful and soft. “I don’t think I have it in me to go hard on you anymore.”

He doesn’t go any faster than he needs to, paying close attention to every sound you make and adjusting his speed then. It doesn’t take you long to reach the apex again, the climb much easier after you’ve experienced it once before, but still, it’s not enough to pull you over the edge.

“Jin… Jin… Need you faster," you wail.

“Yeah, baby, I got you,” he grunts.

He releases you from his hold and pushes your face to the bed, his thrusts punishing as he slams repeatedly into your cunt. You’re screaming his name, chanting it like a prayer, even though your throat is sore from overuse. This is what you need; the feel of Seokjin driving his dick deeper within you, pushing you over and over to the brink.

“Seokjin—” you cry, soaking the sheets below with your tears.

You’re so close, so so close.

“Cum for me, angel. One last time. Cream my cock, yeah?”

The orgasms you’ve had previously doesn’t compare to the one you’re experiencing now. This isn’t an ember, but a white blinding light, consuming you from the inside out as you come undone with a silent scream, your mind filled with a pleasant buzzing that renders you completely speechless. Yet Seokjin isn’t done, and he continues to pound into you, growing faster and deeper as he chases his own high.

“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum, gonna fuck you full of my seed.”

You whine at his brutal pace, raising your hips higher. "S-Seokjin!"

“That’s it, take all of me. Oh God… Shit—I’m cumming—"

Seokjin lets out a long moan as his orgasm takes over. His dark hair falls over his eyes, and he grabs your ass tightly as he fills you up with his warm seed.

Wholly overwhelmed, you only mumble something unintelligible when he slips away. The bed dips when Seokjin returns, and all you feel is a warm damp cloth between your legs. When he's done, he tosses the rag away before he gathers you in his arms. When Seokjin undoes the knots, you sigh, feeling pins and needles settling in, as Seokjin massages your wrists.

“I love you,” he mumbles as he lays you back down on the bed, bowing his head to claim your lips.

You return his kisses slowly, opening your lips to let his tongue glide inside. “I love you too,” you mumble back when you part. “I can’t believe it took you this long to kiss me.”

Seokjin laughs, the sound muted and quiet, but still warm. “What can I say? You were a total brat today. I told you one thing and you did the complete opposite.”

You scoff, bringing your hand to your chest. “Technically, I didn’t break any rules. You never said I couldn’t touch myself. I just had to sit pretty and wear a blindfold.”

“Yeah? Well, look at where that ‘technicality’ got you, brat.

Seokjin scoots you over to lie next to you, and you’re both silent except for the sound of your breathing. Turning over to your side, you slide over into his awaiting arms. “I have a question for you…”

“Shoot.”

“Was this anything like what you had planned today?”

You can feel his chest rumble as he laughs. “Nothing ever goes as planned when it comes to you.”

You chuckle along with him. “Not even the dildo?”

“Oh, that one was planned, although my original idea was to be a bit nicer to you. God, you bring out the 'mean' me,” Seokjin pouts.

“Speaking of, where did you get it anyway? I’ve never seen a hot pink dildo that big before. Holy shit, it’s almost as big as you.”

Seokjin doesn’t say anything, and after looking up from where you lie on the crook of his neck, you spy that he’s smirking. And the realization slowly dawns on you. “No fucking way…”

“You said you wanted my dick as a Christmas present, so here it is,” he shrugs.

“So, you’re telling me… you molded your dick and… wait what? How does that work?”

He laughs, filling the room with the sound of Christmas bells. “I think the words you’re looking for are ‘thank you’.”

You roll your eyes, knowing that he can’t see. “Thank you,” you repeat coyly after him.

“You’re welcome.” Seokjin squeezes you in his embrace. “One more thing? You’re moving in with me after this weekend. I’ve prepared an apartment for the two of us close to where you work so we don’t have to only meet once a year.”

You pry yourself away from his arms. “Wait what?” Leave it to Seokjin to leave the details to something this extravagant at the last minute. You can’t believe what you’re hearing. Does that mean you don’t have to part with him at the end of your holiday? “For real?”

“Yeah,” he beams. “Surprise."

You look into his eyes, staring at the familiar warm irises for a few seconds before you bring his face in and smash your lips to his. Stupid, impulsive Seokjin. You still can't believe he bought an apartment for you so the two of you won't have to part.

"Is that the cause for celebration?" you mumble into his lips.

"Yep, that's the big surprise. There's no more after that."

"Got it," you whisper, pulling your weary body up to straddle his waist. "I promised you a show, didn't I?"

Seokjin raises his brow as your hands begin to undo the rest of the buttons. "Oh? Is there more?" he asks as you part the white fabric to his sides.

"Of course. That's just the beginning," you parrot with a wiggle of your eyebrows, leaning down to kiss his collarbone. He's finally exposed, thank god. "The question is…" your nail drags from the centre of his chest down his torso, "are you ready for more?"

Seokjin laughs from underneath you before flipping you over, his arms landing by the side of your head as he smirks down at you. He looks deep into your eyes, fitting your chin between his forefinger and thumb, and you see the mischievous fire blazing in his eyes.

With his lips curling into a smile, he whispers, voice so angelic to hide the sins he's about to commit–

"Always."

By the time you refocus, he’s in the middle of a spiel. “-we’ve found three types so far, though we’re still investigating this more, as we believe there’s likely a trickle down effect.”

With a click, an image pops up on the screen behind the animated scientist.

A surprisingly handsome face of a young man awaits, his skin pale but not mottled; his eyes such a rich brown they almost looked red, which was framed by long, silvery hair. He looked… normal.

“This is subject A3. A3 was directly injected by one of the vaccines that became available on the black market. Not only does he still use his frontal cortex, he also speaks, makes decisions, and is capable of rational thought. He’s the one who actually came to us,” he pauses then, seemingly satisfied with the gasps of the crowd, “Voluntarily. Said he knew something was wrong and wanted to help.”

Dr. Choi lets that sink in, before going to the next slide.

“Here, we have B26. B26 was bitten by someone who was injected, which infected her in turn. She has some motor function and a baseline of rational thinking, but not as much as those in category A. She is easily influenced by others, and seems to be controlled by her hunger more than the previous group as well.”

Your eyebrows tighten, mind racing. He hadn’t mentioned the feeding status of category A. Realistically, you know that they would have to eat to survive as an organism - whether a living or undead one, the basic instinct is hardwired into humans. But since Dr. Choi didn’t mention it, did it mean they didn’t need to eat as much? Or could control it better?

“And finally, here’s the one that the director has been waiting for - bachelor C17.” The projector whirs and a ghastly image floats on the wall. It was completely different from the others, a haunting shell blanking staring on the screen. “This is what we’ve all been picturing since this all went down.”

A zombie. Truly undead, mindless, former human. 

“He’s the worst of what is out there. No rational thought, no communication skills. The current running theory is that this type is formed when someone is bitten by the previous type similar to B26. We can’t know for sure without trials since he can’t speak, but it’s the logical conclusion.” 

Silence stretches out over the room.

The director clears his throat, shuffling papers nervously before shifting his gaze back. “So what… what does this mean?”

A cheshire grin breaks on Dr. Choi’s face, and you can’t help but notice how handsome he is, despite the situation. 

“I was hoping you would ask me that!” he exclaims, pushing up his glasses with a single finger. “It means that we have different types of the undead, depending on how they were infected. Which also in turn means that if we’re going to fix this, it’s not going to be easy. We won’t be able to just create a vaccine or a cure all, since there’s different stages. At this point, we don’t even know if the other stages are even treatable…” 

His brow pinches for a moment, a slip of the assured mask, before he takes a deep breath and seemingly soothes himself. “But! We have plenty of willing volunteers, and a few that are so flesh hungry that they have no idea what's going on. With them, we can figure it out.” Dr. Choi proudly grins, nodding at the other scientists. 

“And, with a few more of you, I think we can do that even faster. We could really use some of you from research, and some geneticists as well. If you’re interested, please let me know.”

You’re not sure what’s said after that, the room breaking out into a cacophony of noise as everyone speaks at once. There’s an underlying current of tension that seems to be rising, and it makes you feel like you're going to crawl out of your skin. This is your fault. Well, kind of your fault. And the least that you can do is put your nervous energy to use and help fix it. 

Standing abruptly, you move to the front of the room, sliding past bodies until you see the fire engine hair of the man you’re looking for. 

“Dr. Choi? I’d like to volunteer for the research team.” 

Her. Always in the back of his mind, even when he’s hungry, even when he’s scared. Her. Her.

You. 

The memories play like a reel in his mind, snippets forming a montage of the most beautiful person Seokjin has ever seen. If he closes his eyes, it’s almost like he can feel the softness of your skin underneath his touch, taste your mouth on his own. 

He needs to find you.

It took some convincing to get the guys to agree to continue with the original plan of going to his brother’s restaurant, but they eventually caved. It was hard to miss the logic of having a safe place to hide out from the prying eyes of the public and regroup. Seokjin knew they needed a plan, but wasn’t sure how to bring it up. 

“We need a plan,” Namjoon sighs, resting his head back against the soft leather of the couch. They were all in various forms of draped in the sitting area of the bar at the back of the restaurant, far away from any window or door that could expose them. 

Seokjoong had been nowhere to be found when they arrived, and Seokjin tried to ignore the pang that rang in his chest at the discovery. He was safe, he had to be. If there was anything the Kim brothers shared other than their questionable sense of humor, it was practicality. His brother had always had a plan B, always a pulse on an active escape route. 

A common trait acquired after years of living with their parents. 

“Can’t we just… go find her? I feel like our memory powers will kick in and then we can just follow them to her.” 

“Memory powers?” Yoongi snorts. “What, so we’re gonna sniff her down like a bloodhound? What is this, Homeward Bound?”

Jimin rolls his eyes, leaning forward to stare at the blond. “No!” He pauses, pulling a plump bottom lip in his mouth. “Well, I mean, I guess technically? But when you say it like that, it sounds stupid.” 

Seokjin hears the faint whisper of “because it is stupid” before Namjoon clears his throat. “Actually, I think there might be something there.” With his knitted brows and his jaw ticks, the classic Namjoon brainstorming face blooms in full effect. “Think about what we know - we know that when we eat the brain of someone, we acquire their memory. But it also seems we pick up something else as well, something deeper.”

He lets it sink in, eyes scanning the room. Namjoon was always good at getting the guys to see where he was coming from, a mixture of logic and empathy solidifying in the perfect delivery, just like a leader should. 

“We pick up their language, their knowledge, their emotions. It’s like we absorb this small piece of them and it becomes a part of us. Based on what we all… experienced back in that alley... it leads me to believe that if we came across or interacted with someone from her life, it might activate some more memories that will show us the way.” 

Nodding, Seokjin claps a hand on his thigh. “It makes sense to me. Well, nothing that’s happened really makes sense, but it’s as good a theory as any that we have at this point.” 

Comfortable silence settles over the group as they contemplate what has been presented. It was logical, in the way  something is logical in the middle of the zombie apocalypse - meaning that mostly, there was no reason not to. 

“I don’t really get it, but I just really need to know that she’s safe,” Jungkook murmurs, meeting Seokjin’s gaze. “I want to protect her. She seems important.” 

“She’s a scientist.” 

All eyes flick to Taehyung, who looks surprised to peer up from picking his nails to find all the spotlight on him. “What? I pay attention. We all had the same flash of memory from this guy we ate. Don’t you remember all the white coats, the beakers, sealed glass rooms with all that equipment… they’re scientists. I think that guy must have worked with her or something.” 

Namjoon blinks. His mouth opens, briefly, before closing. 

“Whoa, Taehyung. Damn!” Hoseok laughs, the sound echoing around the empty restaurant. “You’re a genius.” 

A smug smirk pulls at Taehyung’s lips, his chest swelling with pride. “I’ve been trying to tell you guys this for years-”

“But what kind of scientist? Do you think…” Jungkook swallows, doe eyes wide. “Do you think she could help us?”

Seokjin isn’t sure what he means at first - what kind of help could they possibly need? - but realization sinks in after a moment. 

Help with their condition. 

There’s a part deep in his gut that bristles at the thought, as if he was well into the acceptance phase of the grief process wheel of his new undead life. But that’s preposterous, right? They were artists, idols - kings at the top of the modern world who wanted and asked for nothing. Why wouldn’t he want to go back to that?

Yes, Seokjin thought, shaking his head. Why indeed. 

“There’s only one way to find out,” Yoongi drawls, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “Even if she’s not the type of scientist that can help, she might know someone who does. Either way, it gives us another reason to find her.” 

As if they had even needed another reason. 

Seokjin suddenly stands, barely able to hide the bounce in his step. “Well, then let’s get going. Who knows where in the city she’s located, and the sooner we find her the better.”

“Does this mean we’re going with my plan?” Jimin perks up, eyes bright at the possibility of receiving praise. 

All eyes fall to Namjoon, a habit that was long ago formed and wouldn’t be shaken by anything as minor as the living undead taking over. 

He takes a deep breath, eyes closing briefly before he swipes a palm down his face, nodding to himself. “Yes. Why the hell not?”

It was as good of a vote as any. 

“So, what do you have so far?”

You were following an intern as she chased down Dr. Choi, asking questions at the speed of light. You knew he was giving a brief to the volunteers the next morning, but your burning curiosity (and possible guilt) couldn’t stand the thought of waiting. 

“You saw what I have so far. There’s a bit more nuance to each subject level but that’s about it.” Dr. Choi pauses his march to grab at a clipboard on the wall, scanning it before tapping something onto his watch. “We’ve taken samples - blood, sputum, urine, follicle -  but nothing has been processed with them yet. Still testing out batches and possible antidotes.” 

You nod, mentally going through the process you’ve done millions of times. This next phase was an important one, and it was exactly your in. 

“Dr. Choi, I work in the virology department and have been working here for 6 years alongside Dr. Han and Dr. Soo. I volunteered already, but I’d like to ask to be assigned to the task team who’s trying to create a cure. I think my expertise-”

“Whoa, slow down there, Angel. I know who you are and I’ve heard lots about your areas of expertise,” he smiles at you, though you swear you catch his eyes dragging down your form through the glint of his glasses. “You’re in. That’s exactly where I want you.” 

Relief floods your veins, and you shake loose a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Thank you.”

The young doctor gives you a wide grin, mischief dancing on his face. You couldn’t help but feel that there was something that Dr. Choi knew, but wasn’t sharing. He gave off a mysterious air about him - like he’s guarding a secret, but he’d tell you if you amused him enough. “I’ll introduce you to the rest of the team and show you around.”

The afternoon passed quickly once you were shown your new work space - a cozy desk in an identical all white lab to the one where all of this started. It reminded you of Kihyun, and had you wondering where he was. You had been so preoccupied with the outbreak that you had forgotten he hadn’t shown to work that day, and it’s been radio silence since. 

Luckily, your thoughts had been interrupted by the introductions of the rest of the team, several other scientists from the virology floor present, alongside some fresh faces you hadn’t seen before. After hearing the alphabet soup of titles that followed each of their names, though, you were assured that you had a quality team to work with. 

The only problem now - was where to begin.

“So, do we need to go over the rules again? Or are we good?” 

An exasperated sigh tickled the back of Seokjin’s neck, Hoseok so close that Seokjin could almost swear he could taste what he had for lunch. 

“I asked ONE question, and suddenly I’m not good!” he whines, shuffling over a step to stand beside the elder at the bar. 

A chorus of giggles came from the couch occupied by Jungkook and Taehyung, and a familiar feeling bubbled in Seokjin’s heart. It was nice to see a flash of them back to their normal selves - all of them, he notes with a quick sweep of his gaze. Even Yoongi was getting back to his normal sarcastic remark quip speed, the initial effects of the virus almost all but forgotten. 

If it wasn’t for the brain in the teal cooler on the floor between them though, it would’ve felt like a normal day out with his brothers. 

Jimin clasps a hand on Hoseok’s shoulder, nodding once before meeting Namjoon’s stare. “We’re good, hyung. We will stay close, stay quiet, and be quick and stay hidden,” he ticks off on his fingers as he speaks, left with a single pinky raised. “Oh, and watch for the signal.” 

Jungkook giggles. “Safety first, safety second, coolness third.”

Namjoon gives a nod of affirmation, scanning each of their faces before continuing. “Exactly. We have to be careful. We’re faring better than some of the others out there, but we’re still not… human. We have to keep a low enough profile to be able to follow clues.” 

“So, don’t be perceived, and don’t get killed, basically.” Taehyung jokes, a weak smile on his face. He doesn’t like showing it, but Seokjin knows just how much of a worrier Taehyung is - how anxious he must be. 

While it was Namjoon’s job to lead all of them to battle, it had always been Seokjin’s unofficial role to help boost morale; to keep them happy even during the darkest of days. He always brushed it off as the rightful duty as the eldest, but the truth of it is that he couldn’t stand to see them in any kind of distress. Because of this, he had learned subtle ways to cheer them up. You know what they say - when you do your best work, they won’t even be sure that you did any work at all.

“We won’t get killed, Taehyung, because we have a list of rules.” Seokjin winks, bumping the shoulder of the younger man to get him to meet his stare. Ignoring the leader’s groan of annoyance, he continues.  “And also, because we’re going to do this together. And we’ve gotten through all the shit life has thrown at us as long as we were together, with a 100% success rate.” 

The boxy grin Taehyung rewards him with is genuine as chuckles break out over the group. Satisfaction builds in Seokjin’s gut, and soon his cheeks are wide with a smile of his own. 

“He’s right,” Namjoon says, ruffling Taehyung’s fluffy mop of curls. “We’ve always gotten through things together. And that’s how we’ll get through this, now.” 

Another pang resounded in Seokjin’s chest, though this time he could name it as it passed through him, recognizing the familiar vice around his heart.

The love for his brothers. The bond they share.

He could feel himself grow sentimental, briefly considering sharing his emotions with the group - before Jungkook popped his head around a corner, calling them with a collective shout of “hyung”.

“I think this also might help us get through it,” he chirps, opening his hand to show a key and electric fob dangling from a ring around his pointer finger. “Literally.” 

Jungkook’s triumphant laughter has them all excited and on their feet, Seokjin grasping the key to take a closer look. “Oh shit - for the town car? Where did you find this?”

Seokjin knew his brother usually drove himself to work, and only utilized the family driver when he was extra busy, planning to meet with family after a shift, or when he was entertaining someone important and wanted to show off. Darting around Jungkook, he headed for the office without awaiting the younger’s reply. 

“Was it in here?”

“Yeah, I found it on the hook by the door and I remember seeing the town car outside, so I figured we could use it.” 

Seokjin quickly takes stock of the room before him, scanning until he sees the familiar family calendar hung up on the wall. Rushing over, he looks for the dates, trying to confirm something that he was already suspecting. “It looks like Seokjoong was going to meet up with our parents later this evening, and was going to send the car to bring them here. Since his car isn’t around, maybe he decided to drive to them when everything went down.” 

It was the logical conclusion. His brother wouldn’t want his family to be in danger in any way, and it would be faster and more secure to go to their country home than to stay in the city. Relief floods Seokjin’s veins, and he leans his head against the wall for a moment to collect himself before turning back to Jungkook.

“Good find,” he praises, following him back into the hall. “It will definitely get us there faster and safer.”

Jungkook gives him a wide grin, clearly satisfied with the praise. As they rejoin the rest of the group, Seokjin holds up the keyring again for them to see. 

“Looks like we’re on our way to meet our dream girl,” he sings, jangling the key obnoxiously while the others groan.

“Don’t forget the whole ‘finding a cure for being a zombie’ thing, too.” Yoongi adds, observing the eldest sharply. There was something going on with Seokjin - something that only he seems to be picking up on - and it was only a matter of time until he got to the bottom of it.

Hyojin was livid. Not only had she been humiliated in front of the King, but the humiliation had been done by the unworthy queen. She had broken the rule to make Namjoon see that he had chosen wrong. She was his rightful Queen.   

Was what they shared on the first day she had arrived at the castle not enough for him? He had promised her riches while taking her in the same bedroom Persephone had slept in.  However, the next day, he had made her a servant. 

“It’s so no one gets jealous, my love.”  

That’s what he told her. She would wait until dark before she sneaked her way out of the servant’s quarters and into a guest bedroom. Namjoon would join her whenever he was finished with the day’s duties and would fall asleep with her laying on his chest. 

Surely, he wouldn’t just cast her aside like a hetaria. He was better than that. 

Hyojin couldn’t help the tears that were falling from her face.  Livid and heartbroken. She reached her bedroom, a small, cramped space with only a twin-sized bed and a closet for her uniforms. The only light in the room came from a small candle, but this was the norm. Windows didn’t exist in the castle.  

She flopped down onto the unsteady bed; the hard pillow was becoming soft with her tears. 

A knock on the door interrupted her pity fest.  

“Hyojin, I have to talk to you about tomorrow’s activities. May I come in?”

She quickly wiped her face with the sleeve of her dress. There were no mirrors, but she could feel that her face was a wreck. Besides, her life here had taken a toll on her beauty. She was once prettier than all of the women in her hometown before an unfortunate event had stolen her life.  She never wanted to see her face if she could help it.

“Yes, you may come in.”

Seokjin opened the door to find Hyojin sitting up on the bed, frailer than she usually is. He didn’t like her, but seeing the red in her eyes made him think back to the sisters he had left. 

Sighing he closed the door to give them privacy. 

“What happened, Hyojin? Did Meg yell at you for taking too much bread again?” He knew all too well how upsetting it was to be yelled at by the older cook.  

Hyojin let out a small laugh. “No. I disobeyed Namjoon and Persephone punished me.”

“Oh,” Seokjin said. “Well, then your crying must be deserved.”  

“It is not! That bitch doesn’t des-” She paused in her ranting as she realized Seokjin had a pen in his hand.  

“You should really refrain from being so excited about your hate for the queen within the walls of the castle. You might get into trouble.”

Another threat from the man. 

“What did you mean to talk to me about?”

“Namjoon has to meet with Yoongi tomorrow during breakfast. Our King will have to be freshened up as soon as possible. He doesn’t want Persephone to be a part of the meeting,” Seokjin sighed. “Something that will not be taken lightly by the fierce woman.”

“I won’t have to deal with her attitude. Someone else will. My punishment was not being allowed near the King or the woman.”

Seokjin’s eyebrows raised in question. 

“I tried to talk to him before they went to bed together. I didn’t get a chance to before she came and ruined my chances.”

“Talk about what?” 

“The marriage. It all seems so fake. It should be me!”

The younger man didn’t know what to say. He had heard from the other servants that had been here for as long as Hyojin that she fantasized about Namjoon and had forgotten what was reality and what were dreams. Meg had even told him that while she was taking a bowl of fruit to Namjoon’s quarters, she overheard Hyojin pleasuring herself in one of the guest bedrooms. He didn’t realize that it had gotten so far that she thought she deserved the titles of Queen and Goddess of the Underworld. 

Seokjin could come up with several reasons why he believed she wasn’t deserving. First of all,  she was a bitch.  Second of all, she was a bigoted kun. Last but not least, she always did the easiest tasks and left him with the hardest. 

“Before you go any further with that mindset, I will take my leave and inform the others of your punishment. Someone has to take your place beside the King and it can’t be me. I am the queen’s personal servant.”

Hyojin eyes widened as she grasped the height of her punishment. She couldn’t be near the love of her life. 

“No one can take my place.”

“You should have obeyed the rules.”

“But I had to-”

“You didn’t.” 

She wanted to scream and lash out at the new servant. He didn’t have a right to speak to her that way.  Neither did Persephone. The only one who could punish her was her King.  

“Persephone is not my queen. And doesn’t have power over me.”

Seokjin ignored her and slipped out of the bedroom. Perhaps he had hit her too hard with the tray.  He whispered a silent prayer for her before going to find another servant to take her place. 

When she could hear his footsteps carrying him further away, she rushed over to the closet and found the herbs and crystals she had stashed in a box.  She found the yarrow, rose, and lavender--three ingredients for a potent love perfume. If she used it on Namjoon, then she could very well make him fall in love with her. As she crushed the herbs together, she took a thorn off the rosebud and pricked her finger. A drop of her blood completes the spell. She mixed it with the herbs before pouring hot water over them to pull out their fragrance. 

Hyojin had followed Demeter before she died. She knew enough magic to be sure that the perfume would work. 

“A simple spray of this and he will fall in love with me. I swear by Aphrodite.”

 Namjoon had awoken before her and saw the opportunity to have his breakfast early before the meeting with Yoongi. However,  his heart had skipped a beat as he realized that she had, sometime during the night, taken off her clothes. Her body was for his eyes to feast on.

She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on.  She was laying on her stomach--Namjoon found that weird--with her arms underneath the silk pillow. Her breasts were smushed beneath her and Namjoon couldn’t help but wish they were against him instead. 

His eyes raked down her backside and he admired the rounded arch.  She had obviously been blessed with a hefty derriere. He slid his hand over one of her globes and squeezed. She had something he could grab for.  

Lifting his hand, he gave her ass a soft slap and watched as it jiggled. The day he put this woman in a position where he could just pound her and watch her throw it back would be the day he ascends into Olympus.

 He let his hand travel farther and felt for her folds. It felt hot against his fingers and he swirled his finger around her clit, watching her face for a reaction. 

Persephone’s face scrunched up in her sleep, but that was all Namjoon got. Not enough. Leaning over to speak into her ear, he whispered, his voice full of sleep, “Wake up.”

He gave her ass another smack, harder this time. 

Persephone woke up with a yelp as she clutched her warming butt in her hands.  

“What is wrong with you?”

“I just needed you to wake up so I could tell you that I have a meeting with Yoongi, the messenger god. I need his help with escorting people since we got a load of them the day before yesterday. “

“So you slapped my ass?”

“I wanted to do more than that, but, alas, Yoongi likes these meetings to start on time, and exploring you would take decades.”

He slipped from under the warm blankets and moved towards the closet that housed his robes.   Rolling her eyes, she rolled herself back into the comforts of the blankets, preparing to doze off into the land of sleep again.  

“I don’t want you joining me.”

She leapt from the bed as if Namjoon had smacked her behind again. She crossed the room over to where he stood, pulling a robe over his body.   “What do you mean you don’t want me joining you? I told you during our vows that-”

He stopped her ranting with a finger to her lips.  She wanted to bite it off.  

“Before you go any further, I know what was spoken yesterday. It’s just that I prefer to keep you to myself until we have sex. And then everyone will know that you belong to me.”

“I belong to me. And we aren’t having sex until I learn to trust you.”

He scoffed, “Then you’re not attending any meetings with me.”

Persephone couldn’t believe it. Well, she could, but she hadn’t expected the man in front of her to show his true intentions with her the day after the wedding.  

“I won’t sit here idly being your trophy wife. I am your Queen,” she wanted to spit on him. 

“You don’t have to sit here. You can go to the bath, the library,” he tilted his head side to side in thought, “Maybe not the throne room. It’s being renovated.”

“I am your Queen,” she repeated firmly.  

“Persephone-”

“How can I be your Queen if I do not know of the conversations you have with the other gods and goddesses? I know nothing about being a ruler or a goddess,” she let out a deep, audible breath before continuing.  “Please let me be in the meeting.”

She hated that she sounded as if she were begging. 

Fine, if he’s going to have it like that. 

She dropped to her knees and looked up past her eyelashes at the man that stood above her. Namjoon gulped, his reserve already dwindling. 

“You know,” she palmed his length, “I never got to return the favor.”

A quick flashback to their rendezvous in the chariot crossed his mind. He had gone without a reciprocation back then. 

Namjoon hadn’t bothered to tie the robe so she could see his obvious erection.  Unfortunately, what she felt through his silk pajama pants excited her. Unlike Aphrodite, she did prefer a man with length more than girth. However, Namjoon had both.  He would be a challenge to swallow and she did love a challenge. 

His mushroom tip was an angry red and a little precum was already leaking. She grabbed the base with one hand while the other braced onto his firm thigh for leverage.  She promptly sucked on the heavy testicles with an audible slurp while the hand that had rested on his base began to pump him. 

Namjoon moaned at the stimulation and grabbed her hair as a clutch.  She smiled as She licked from the tip of his length, gathering the drops over precum gathering there on her tongue, to his balls.. She wasn’t the most experienced about blowjobs but the books she had read gave her a little information. From the trembling, she felt in his legs and the look on his face, she knew the man was putty in her hands.

She lifted her head away from his balls with a pop--something that was a little hard with Namjoon’s heavy hand on her head.  She licked his underside and kissed his tip, tasting more of the precum. She engulfed his head into the warmth of her mouth, letting inch by inch of him in until he hit the back of her throat. 

“Oh my,” Namjoon groaned.  It was taking all of his self-control to let her lead what she started. He grasped her hair tighter slightly moving her further onto his dick. 

The pain turning into pleasure caused her to moan around him and the vibrations went all the way to Namjoon’s head.  She wasn’t ready to move, letting herself get comfortable with his bulkiness resting on her tongue. 

“As much as I enjoy being cockwarmed by this mouth of yours,” Namjoon murmured. “There’s a meeting to attend. So if you don’t want me to fu-shit.”

Persephone started bobbing her head up and down his length, making sure to mind her teeth. She knew she wasn’t exactly a pro and her head bobbing was sort of awkward, but she wanted to keep hearing the grunts and moans she was getting out of the man.  His head was thrown back, and the grip in her hair had gotten even tighter. Clearly, she was doing something right. Hopefully, as they continued to have sexual relations, she could learn the things that he liked. For now, she had a goal in mind. 

She moaned around his length again; this time, she came all the way off and curled her tongue around his head. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Namjoon growled. “I’m coming. Fuck, Persephone!”

She smiled at him, gazing at him through her eyelashes. “Come on my face.” She stroked him with a quick pace and fondled his sack.

He came with a moan, spurting on her face. Once he was done, he peeked at his masterpiece and found Persephone’s gorgeous face covered in his essence. 

Namjoon dropped onto the floor, lying down to catch his breath.  The woman had nearly sucked the soul out of his body which he had been very unprepared for.   Her mouth was incredible and it only made him interested in what else she was skilled in. 

“Can I be part of the meeting now?”

“Fine,” he croaked before clearing his voice, “you can come along. Hurry to wash up and put on the most unrevealing dress you can find.”

“You’re messy too,” she was licking the remnants of his cum off her fingers. “Join me.”

“If I go in there with you, we won’t be coming out. I’ll find a different bath.”

As she lifted herself from the floor and headed to the bath, Namjoon gave her bottom another smack, watching it (wiggle wiggle wiggle doo doo doo doo doo…) and making her giggle.  

 Min Yoongi was one of the other gods that Namjoon preferred to avoid at all costs. Unfortunately,  he was one of the gods that helped keep the Underworld running, bringing mail and news. There was no way of getting out of meeting with him every two weeks. 

Namjoon knew that if Yoongi saw him with the gorgeous Persephone that every man on Earth had wanted, he would go and tell everyone. And Namjoon wasn’t sure he was ready for the attention that would come with everyone knowing.  It’s one of the true reasons why he hadn’t wanted her to join the meeting. But he couldn’t tell her he was shy of the world.  Most of the world judged him for being the god of the dead, the lesser of his brothers; they would more than likely believe he had only won Persephone over through trickery, which would be the truth. 

Plus, Persephone had mentioned that Eros had tried to shoot her with the bow of love in front of the messenger god before, which could only mean that Yoongi had wanted to take Persephone for his own. 

Yoongi wasn’t prone to jealously, most times, but he was the god of diplomacy as well as the god of thievery.  He wouldn’t hesitate to steal Persephone from Namjoon while keeping his biweekly meetings with him. 

Unfortunately, he had agreed to let her into the meeting, and lead her into the den of lions. 

He sat at the breakfast table first, waiting for Yoongi, who, for a god with fast shoes, managed to make it at least a few minutes late. He hoped that Persephone would just forget about it or that Seokjin would fuss over her enough that he would make her late. 

But he knew better.  

If anything, Seokjin was probably putting her in one of the many see-through lace dresses that Namjoon had fashioned for her. He was envious of the number of times the servant sees his wife naked in the bath.  He didn’t even want to think about how many times Seokjin had scrubbed his wife’s mound. How many times he had made her moan or “accidentally” slipped a finger into her folds.

“Namjoon!”

Namjoon was startled from his thoughts, greeted by sharp eyes and a downturned mouth. The man must have been in retrograde at the moment. 

The orange-haired god glared at Namjoon as if he weren’t the man that was late. 

“Yoongi! Nice...to see you again,” he laughed, which sounded fake even to his ears. 

“Save the hospitality for someone else. I heard from some hawks that you have a certain lady here in your domain.”

Namjoon raised his eyebrows and whistled, “Listening to rumors, Yoongi? Certainly not like you.” With the motion of his hand, he signaled Yoongi to sit down in the chair across from him. He never liked to be looked down upon unless it was Persephone riding him. 

“Not rumors, Namjoon. You and I both know that.” 

Yoongi’s cockiness boded in his confidence that Namjoon was hiding something from him. The corner of his mouth lifted, telling the god of the underworld that he already knew who the lady was. 

And, unfortunately for him, the lady in question sashayed in like the Queen she was. 

“I would say I’m sorry I’m late, but Seokjin put lavender in the bath and I couldn’t let it go to waste for a three-minute soak. Anyway, I’m famished and I want more of the sfougato I had.”

She hadn’t bothered to look over at Yoongi, who sat wide-eyed as he watched her take her place at the head of the table.  The kitchen servants could be heard bustling around in the silence that followed her entrance. 

“Persephone?” He sounded incredulous. “Yoongi? Your face is no longer bruised, I see.”

The man had the audacity to cast a nervous glance at Namjoon.  He didn’t have a purple bruise anymore, but the scar was faint. 

“I told you I was sorry. I didn’t think Eros would actually do it.”

“You paid him.”

“Wait, what happened? You beat Yoongi?” Namjoon implored.  

“I didn’t beat him per se.  I made a ram from his own flock stomp his face.”

Namjoon quickly realized how lucky he had gotten. 

“How are you here? In the Underworld? Your mother wouldn’t even allow me to take you to the river by your cottage.”

“I helped a lost soul get here,” a servant sat down a glass of grape juice in front of her, “Something that I read was one of your main jobs, so let’s talk about it.”

Yoongi sputtered and turned to gape at Namjoon, who wasn’t surprised that she had taken charge.   

“That explained nothing.”

“It explained quite a bit actually,” she sipped a bit of her grape juice.  “You’re so much of a slave to yourself that you forget your own duties as the god of travels.” 

The man was flabbergasted, a term he would usually never use. His usual cockiness was quickly fading as the self-proclaimed goddess started to read him to filth.  

“The god of travels is the boundary between life and death-similar to Hecate in a way. However, Hecate does her job, you do not. You prance around in those ugly winged sandals and spread rumors like you’re a tree nymph. You’re the messenger of the gods, Min Yoongi. The god of hospitality, travel, astrology, and many more things yet your most famous story is you deciding to steal Apollo’s cattle.”

“I have to admit, Persephone,” Namjoon started, “Apollo deserved it.”

“Shush.”

By this time, the servants had arrived with several steamy sfougato. Yoongi thought he saw one of them hiding a smile as she forked one of the cheesy omelets onto his plate.  Apparently, they were all fond of their queen putting him in his place. 

Persephone spooned a bit of the sfougato in her mouth, savoring the taste. She would probably never be tired of eating this delicacy for a long time.  

The three of them ate in silence for a while; Namjoon was afraid that if he spoke, he would be subjected to Persephone’s ruthless examination; however, Yoongi wanted to clear up the misunderstanding of his godliness. 

“Persephone, I believe that your view of me is biased.” 

“Biased?”

“Yes! I have done more for the underworld than you will ever know. The books know nothing about my work here-”

“And what exactly have you done? There is nothing here that illustrates that the ‘Great Yoongi’ was here,” she emphasized this by a swoop of her arms around the room.  “Everything is just as boring as the man next to you.”

“Hey!”

“Shush,” she admonished. “We’ll discuss how you’ll go forward with communicating with Jungkook and bring the souls of the dead here.”

“Actually, my love, we usually just discuss payment-”

“Payment? For what? Doing nothing?” 

“He does deliver mail and such. And he did lead a couple of people before you came down here. My love, don’t you think you’re being harsh? As you said he’s the god of many things, he won’t always have the time to bring someone. His winged sandals can’t have him in many places at once. You saw for yourself how huge of a load of souls we can have at once. Even Thanatos cannot handle more than a few deaths.”

Yoongi hadn’t expected the death god to speak up for him. Her words could chip a man to his core; she could be quite scary. Nonetheless, Namjoon was the same. He ruled the underworld with a piercing gaze and silver tongue. His wrath was more terrifying than Poseidon’s hurricanes and Zeus’s lightning storms.  Yoongi knew all too well exactly what Persephone’s rage looked like. When Persephone had charmed the ram into ramming into him, he realized how mistaken he had been that a simple arrow would make her fall in love with him. It was no doubt that the two were destined to be together by the Fates. 

“I am not being harsh. Just stating the hard truth,” Persephone was saying. 

“I think you’re being harsh. And I won’t have that as Yoongi is our guest and this is a formal meeting.”

She scowled at him and took a sip of her grape juice. 

“Yoongi, I’m sorry I let that go on for so long. I should’ve-”

“Should’ve let me continue speaking,” she glared at her husband. “I was going to suggest we figure out a compromise to your and Yoongi’s incompetency as gods.”

Yoongi smirked as Namjoon reaped what he sowed.

“Instead of just finding any soul and bringing them here--he only finds the ones that have had a proper burial. Not those like Seokjin-”

“Who is Seokjin?”

“Who was wandering around and didn’t have proper payment to cross the Styx,” she continued despite Yoongi’s question.  “A proper burial will include a drachma placed under the tongue of the dead for this reason. You understand?”

“Yes. That actually doesn’t sound too bad.” Yoongi was impressed at how effortlessly she drew a plan for him.  

“I thought you didn’t know much about being a Queen?” Namjoon asked, smiling proudly. 

“I don’t,” she raised her glass for the servant to refill it, “I do know how to be a boss though.”

“I think you’re a better fit here than you would be with me. You were born to rule a kingdom like the Underworld.”

Hyojin’s perfume was done. She just needed a way to get it to Namjoon without further punishment from Persephone.   Seokjin was too loyal and more than likely knew of her plans. He wouldn’t help her. He would probably warn his precious queen. 

Meg, the head kitchen servant, was too busy. Plus, the kitchen maid was always spreading rumors about her. She definitely wouldn’t help. 

The servant Seokjin had gotten to take her place at Namjoon’s side had been running errands for the King. Hyojin had stalked the girl and found that the King had already made preparations for a new throne. It was being fitted next to his and would outshine everything in the room. 

She needed to act fast. That throne was meant to be hers. 

“Mina!” She called out. “Mina! Come here quickly.”

The poor servant rushed over to the old woman. Seokjin had told her that she was punished, so it confused her to see Hyojin in the throne room. 

“Yes, Hyojin? Did you have something for me to do for the King?”

“Yes, I need you to deliver this gift.”

She unwrapped the perfume bottle--something she had stolen out of the kitchen-- and placed it into Mina’s hands. 

“Deliver to whom?” 

“Our King silly. Who else?”

“It smells so wonderful and graceful to be for our King. Why not gift it to our Queen?” Hyojin’s lip twitched at annoyance. Was the servant trying to say Namjoon smelled bad?

“Deliver it to Namjoon and no one else. Understand?”

“Fine. Do I say it’s from you?” “Yes, they’re expecting it.” 

“About time you got home,” your brother calls out as you peel off your boots and puffer coat, hanging the latter on the broken rack by the door. Namjoon said he’d replace that four months ago when he and his friends broke it during a particularly raucous game of flip cup. You know he’s waiting for you to do it. You’re always the responsible one around here. 

“I told you I was working a double,” you remind him, rolling your eyes. He never listens. 

The others gradually realize you’re standing there. It’s like watching the world’s slowest wave undulate around the room. First Jungkook spots you from beneath his bucket hat and lifts a hand. A few seconds later, a very sleepy-eyed Taehyung notices Jungkook’s hand in the air and raises his own. Then Hoseok, the only member of the crew sitting quietly, splayed across half the couch in his oversized tee and dark joggers, rakes his eyes over your tired frame and gives you the chillest of nods, head barely tipping as his lips quirk in a silent smile. 

Ignoring the fluttering in your stomach, you nod back. “Hey guys.” You’re too exhausted to even bother to ask them to keep it down. They would, politely, for about five minutes, before the chronic blowing through their veins made them forget. So why bother. 

You shuffle into your bedroom, strip off your uniform, pull on some fleecy pants and a long-sleeve tee, and slide on a pair of cushy slippers. The act of physically removing your day brings a sense of relief, helped along by the comfy clothes. You’d love to climb directly into bed, but you can’t. Not just yet. 

Your brother and Jungkook are locked in a double headlock when you emerge from your bedroom. Probably arguing about something that one of them did in the video game. It’s never anything serious with those guys, but it does get messy sometimes, and as you stroll through the room towards the kitchen, you quickly grab the lamp from the end table and place it on the ground before Jungkook’s arm can knock it over.

Money’s been tight for a while, not helped by the rise in rent, the rise in utilities, the rise in everything basically, so between that and the little nest egg that you’ve been stashing away, you’ve had to get a little creative with your Christmas gifts this year. As in, you’re creating them from scratch. You connect your phone to the little speaker in the kitchen and put on a relaxing playlist as you wander around the small space, pulling out ingredients and tools until you have everything you need to make your favorite cookies.

The music drifting from the speaker isn’t enough to drown out the noise from the living room, but it doesn’t matter. You fall into a trance, measuring and mixing, turning mere ingredients into food, into love. Everything else falls away. Nothing else matters but this. Baking brings you zen. 

Unfortunately, your activity does not go unnoticed. The scent of baking cookies fills the air, and before long, you have visitors. Invaders, more precisely. On the hunt for your goodies. 

As you pull the first tray out of the oven, a head pops in the doorway. A hat, really, pulled down so low you see nothing but pink lips adorned with a silver ring. “You makin’ cookies, Noona?” 

“Uh-huh.” 

“Is that gingerbread?” a low voice drones behind Jungkook, as Taehyung follows him into the room. “Smells so good.” Namjoon is right on his heels, mouth hanging open a little as he spies the rows of perfectly baked gingerbread people resting on the warm tray. 

“Yes, it is, but these aren’t for you, so hands off, okay?” You raise an eyebrow, looking at all three men. They nod, and you turn away to put another tray in the oven. “These are for my friends. If you’re nice, maybe I’ll whip u- HEY!” 

There are three gingerbread people missing when you turn back, and all three men are chewing while exhaling loudly, trying not to burn their mouths on the hot cookies as they devour them. As they all reach for a second, you grab a spatula and swiftly slap their hands. 

Whack whack whack!

“Mmph!” Taehyung protests, rubbing his hand. He chokes down what’s left of his cookie. “That hurt, Noona!” 

“Well, maybe listen next time and you won’t get smacked!” You brandish the spatula like a wand, pointing it at each. 

A gentle chuckle sounds from the doorway, where Hoseok is propped against the frame, laughing at his friends’ pain. “Tell ‘em,” he says, crossing his arms. “They gotta learn.” 

You bite back a grin, rolling out more dough. 

“Sorry, Noona,” Jungkook mutters. “But can’t we have a couple? ‘M so hungry.” 

“That’s because you’ve been smoking all goddamn night,” you grumble, pressing the cookie cutter in. “Namjoon, if you don’t get your friends out of my kitchen right now, I’m going to try making real gingerbread people next. Starting with you, Jungkookie.” You shoot Jungkook a look, the one that he always tells you reminds him of Namjoon, even though you’re fraternal twins and don’t look a thing alike, and he holds his hands up in defense. 

“Come on. Be happy she only used the spatula, she’s lethal with that rolling pin,” your brother informs his friends as he shepherds them out of the room. “Yo, Tae-yah, you still got that hookup with that girl at the dumpling shop?”

Hoseok remains behind, studying your work. You don’t mind. Of all your brother’s friends, he’s usually the most respectful, quietly observing the mayhem around him. You’re used to the sensation of his eyes on you. 

Sometimes it’s what you think about, late at night, lying under the sheets, hand down your panties, biting your tongue to muffle your cries. Those dark eyes, watching you. 

“These are for your friends?” Hoseok finally speaks, pushing himself off the door frame. Hands in his pockets, he strolls towards you, still watching as you prepare another batch.

“Yeah. Not a lot of money for gifts this year, so…” you shrug. The heat from the oven has turned the tiny room into a sauna. Your fleecy pants feel like a terrible choice. Wiping the sweat from your brow with the back of your hand, you look up at Hoseok, and he laughs. 

“You’ve got a bit of…” He trails off as he steps closer, and your breath catches in your chest as he raises a hand to brush across your forehead. His gentle fingertips come away with flour on them. 

“Th-thanks,” you stammer, quickly busying yourself with the dough again, cutting out enough to finish filling the tray. 

“So can I have one then?” 

“Uh…” Loud yelling from the living room tells you that your brother and the other two have started their game again. 

Hoseok leans against the counter, heart-shaped mouth set in a soft smile. “You said they’re for your friends. We’re friends, right?” 

Friends. Right. That’s what you are. “Yeah, sure.”

He beams then, a brilliant smile that flashes across his face in an instant and then disappears. Even though the cookies are identical, he takes a moment to examine the selection before picking one. 

“This one looks perfect,” he announces, and you hum distractedly, moving cooled cookies into containers. Even though you’re not looking at him, you know exactly when he bites into the cookie, because he lets out a loud moan. “Mmmmm!” 

You hum again, trying to ignore the fact that his effusive response went straight to your gut. You continue to pack the treats away, filling the tins you’ll be giving to your friends.

“Didn’t know you had this talent,” he muses, chewing thoughtfully. “Why’ve you been hiding it?” 

“I haven’t been hiding it,” you laugh, cocking an eyebrow. “I just haven’t had much time to bake lately.” 

“Yeah, I noticed you haven’t been around much,” he states, and you hope he doesn’t see the way you freeze momentarily at his words. “You’re working yourself to death. You gotta take time to relax, you know.” 

“Oh? Never heard that before, thanks for the advice,” you grin. “I just gotta get through the holidays and then I can relax.”

“In your new place, right?” He reads the surprise on your face. “Joon told us you’re moving out.” 

“Yeah, I am. I just need my own space.” 

He nods.

After sliding the last tray in the oven, you help yourself to a cookie. 

Hoseok grins. “There you go, that’s more like it. Enjoy a little treat. They’re really good.” He tilts his head. “Can I have another?” 

You have just enough cookies to fill all the tins you’d purchased, just enough batches for all of your friends. But what’s one more?

“Yeah, okay, but that’s it.” 

Again, he deliberates before choosing one. As his teeth sink in, he lets out another groan, and you clench involuntarily at the way his voice drops into a low rasp. “Fuck, these are so good!”

Is this what he sounds like all the time? Maybe it’s a good thing he’s always so quiet when he’s here. Because you’re wet enough that you can feel your underwear sticking to you as you start to clean up.

“Seriously, what do I have to do to get one of these tins?” he asks, tapping on a lid. 

You nearly bite your lip in half as you keep all your suggestions at bay. “Listen, if you really want some, I’ll just make another small batch, okay? I think I have enough ingredients left…” 

“Mmmm, you’re such a good baker! The best!” Hoseok moans around a mouthful, and you’re not sure if it’s his husky tone, or the words themselves, but something hits you like a bolt, and you swallow thickly. 

And then you whimper. 

Your eye is immediately drawn to Hoseok, like your body wants you to see his reaction even as your brain is cringing. He pauses with his hand to his mouth, little gingerbread legs in the air, and stares at you for a moment before he blinks. 

“Uh, this batch will just take a minute,” you inform him, nervously grabbing your spatula again for something to do. 

Hoseok just nods. “It’s nice of you to make some more. Thank you.” He shifts a little, comes closer so you’re between him and the counter. 

“Oh, that’s - sure. You’re welcome.” Waving your spatula to emphasize that it's nothing, you start to measure your ingredients again, hyper aware of his nearness. If you turned your head right now, you know you’d see those dark eyes watching you. It’s so tempting, but you keep pouring your flour. 

“You’re such a sweetheart, you know that?” he says, but it’s really more of a purr with all that bass rumbling through his voice, and again you feel that pulse of arousal hit you, and this time you clearly whine. 

Again, you glance directly at Hoseok as the sound fades, and can’t move as his eyes slowly wander down to your breasts and back. 

“You’re always so good to us when we’re here. Always taking care of us. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.” He moves towards you, slow and sure, his arms coming up to grip the counter on either side of you, caging you in. “Like tonight, cleaning up so we don’t break stuff. Or feeding us, even when you say you won’t. Such a sweet girl.” You’re gripping the spatula so hard, you think it might crack. If you leaned forward just the slightest bit, your nose would brush his. “Such a good girl.” 

For once, you’re thankful for the loud commotion in the living room, because it means your brother did not just hear you moan, “Fuck, Hoseok,” in the kitchen.

You’ve never seen such a wicked smile from your brother’s best friend as he gently peels the spatula from your hand. “You like it when I call you a good girl?” 

What is happening to you makes no sense. You spend all day getting called ‘good girl’ by patronizing customers and sexist assholes. And yet when Hoseok rolls those words around his pretty pink tongue, you become a whimpering, wet mess. 

Maybe it’s because he seems to mean it. Or maybe it’s because it’s him. Either way, you let out a strangled noise at his question, and his grin sharpens. 

“That’s what I thought.” His lips hover over yours. “Can I kiss you, sweet girl?” 

The only way to answer him is with your own lips, tilting your chin up to meet his mouth. The kiss is soft, lingering, like he’s taking his time studying your lips the way he’s always studying you with his gaze. Then he slides his tongue out, tapping at your bottom lip, and you let him in, let him press his body against yours, nearly gasping when his hard length pushes against your hip. 

“Hoseok, you want some dumplings? We’re getting some!” 

As if your brother’s voice were a bolt of lightning striking between you, you and Hoseok split apart. Hoseok looks at you for a moment, chest rising as he catches his breath. 

“Nah, man, I’m good. Got a sweet treat instead,” Hoseok shouts back. You roll your eyes and he smirks.

“Aw, did you get a cookie? That’s not fair!” Jungkook exclaims.

“Shut up, you had one too, dumbass!” With that, you hear the recognizable sound of your brother and Jungkook wrestling again. 

A sudden yank on the waistband of your pants draws your attention. Hoseok tugs again, and then he slips his fingers beneath. 

He doesn’t move his hand, just slides it into your pants, and stares into your eyes. You hold your breath as you hear another shout. 

“I want another cookie, Noona!” Taehyung yells. “Aren’t they good, Hoseok?” 

Hoseok crooks an eyebrow, just the slightest bit, and you nod. His fingers dip between your thighs, and when they find the wetness there, he hisses. “They’re so good, Tae-yah!” he declares, middle finger disappearing between your folds. 

Your hands grasp at his biceps as you pitch forward, moaning at the sudden intrusion. His finger is long enough to curl perfectly into your most sensitive spot, and he employs a rapid tickling motion that makes your knees buckle. 

“Hoseok, holy fuck!” 

Is this really happening? Are you really letting your brother’s best friend fingerfuck you in the kitchen? Where anyone could walk in and see him knuckle deep in your throbbing cunt? 

Yes, it is. And you know what? You deserve this little treat.

“Ah, sweet girl, I just love your cookies so much.” Hoseok licks his lips as he adds a second finger. “Can’t resist.”

Taehyung calls again. “Can I please have another?” 

“Focus on the game, hyung, damn!” Jungkook yells, but not a second later adds, “Can I have one too?”

The thrusting of Hoseok’s fingers makes it hard for you to think straight. Everything about this moment makes it difficult, honestly - the way his arms flex under your fingers, the way his cock keeps bumping against your thigh, the way his eyes haven’t left yours for a second. 

“Tell them no,” Hoseok whispers, thumb ghosting over your clit before he presses into the nub firmly enough to make your hips buck into his hand. “No more for them!” 

“N…” Hoseok pushes against your clit again and you see stars. “No, no cookies for you!” 

There’s a burst of laughter from the living room that perfectly covers the wail you let out as Hoseok fucks you with three fingers, hard and fast. 

“Good girl,” he whispers, free hand cupping the back of your neck to kiss you. “So sweet, so good for me.” And with that praise, you come with a muffled cry against his lips. When your cunt stops clenching around his fingers, he removes them, and brings them to his mouth to suck them clean.

You groan, lightly pushing on his chest. He laughs, taking a step back, and you suck in a deep breath, trying to regain your composure. “Don’t make me grab the spatula.” 

“Think you’ll do any baking in your new place?” 

Caught off guard by the question, you furrow your brows. “Probably?” 

“Good. You better text me if you do.” His gaze roams your body again, and you swear you feel an aftershock from your orgasm. “I definitely want more of your cookies.”

UPDATE 3/28/25 - Sequel now available!

UPDATE 6/13/26 - Third part now available!

Masterlist ❄️ Find me on AO3 ❄️

© 2022-23 by sunshinerainbowsbts/minisugakoobies. Crossposted to AO3. Please do not copy or repost.

Taglist 1: @babycoffeefire; @parkdatjimin; @reliablemitten; @yuugehn; @ut-dixisti; @hesperantha; @seokjinger-ale; @bangtanintotheroom; ​​@taeshuworld; @nch327; @hannahbee12719ficrecs; @7minsuga96; @dvalitaes; @thatlongspringnight; @miscelunaaa; @acquiescence804; @itsirisz; @velvetskize; @starbtslove; @ajw05; @bruisedscrewedandtattooed; @minesuga; @greezenini; @aznstoner; @jkkkkkay; @xuxibelle; @soeur-de-ame; @boraborabts; @signmybook; @bbl32; @codeinebelle; @here4btsfics; @itbtoblikethatsometimes; @kookprada; @addictedtohobi; @shatzkrinslinzki; @jaiuneamesolitaiire; @joonjulyagust-d; @jinsquishes; @btsgotjams27; @allamericanuniverse; @pleaseshutupsara; @guvgguk; @goodgollyitslolly; @laylasbunbunny; @goldensugarywaffles; @jadda98; @lovelye79; @moonacholy; @luaspersona

Day 1 - Taehyung x Reader: Your work rival has an unusual Secret Santa gift for you this year - posted Dec 14

Day 2 - Yoongi x Gender Neutral Reader: Gift wrapping with your boyfriend goes a little awry - posted Dec 15

Day 3 - Bi!Hoseok x Bi!Reader x Bi!Yoongi: Secrets come to light after your roommate spikes the eggnog - posted Dec 16

Day 4 - Jin x Reader: When your boyfriend won't behave at your annual office holiday party, you've no choice but to take matters into your own hands (sequel to All I Don't Want for Christmas is You!) - posted Dec 17 (also available in podcast format here!)

Day 5 - Hoseok x Reader: Your brother's best friend Hoseok really likes your cookies - posted Dec 18

Day 5 Part Two - posted 3/28/25

Day 5 Part Three - posted 6/13/26

Day 6 - Namjoon x Reader x Jungkook: Welcome to the Annual Woodpecker Holiday Games! Have a seat on Santa's lap and pick out your package - nice girls get one, but naughty girls get two! - posted Dec 19

Day 7 - Sub!Jungkook x Sub!Reader x Dom!Taehyung: Your boyfriend brings home a very special Christmas gift for you this year - his best friend Jungkook - posted Dec 20

Day 8 - Jimin x Reader x Jungkook x Yoongi: Everyone needs a helping hand now and then. But what are you to do when you have three friends in need and only two to give? - posted Dec 21

Day 9 - Spy!Namjoon x Spy!Reader: During a mission, you get caught in an embrace with your sworn enemy - posted Dec 22

Day 10 - Jimin x Nonbinary (AFAB) Reader: “You wanna fuck in the snow?!” - or, hooking up with your ex always leaves you cold. - posted Dec 23

Day 11 - Taehyung x Reader: Upon discovering that you and your boyfriend are planning on buying each other the same gift, you decide to try it on together first - posted Dec 24

Day 12 - Jin x Reader: Giving your fiancé his present in the early hours of Christmas morning - posted Dec 25

Masterlist ❄️ Find me on AO3 ❄️