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"Y-Yoongi-" He whined then, rutting desperately against the soft sheets of his own bed. A louder cry was pulled from his throat as the man above him raised a hand to smack the exposed flesh of his backside.
"That's not my name." A gruff, amused voice replied back, Seokjin's ears barely picking up the hushed reply. His face and chest were already flushed with red, the tips of his ears burning. Under normal circumstances, they would've found relief in a brief, rushed meeting in one of the backrooms at the company, but Yoongi had, surprisingly, dragged the older man back to their apartment while the others stayed behind.
All Seokjin could process at the moment was that he was currently pressed against his bed, wrists secured above his head, his pants and boxers long gone. His ass burnt but Yoongi had been rougher with him before.
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Yoongi didn't mean to come back to the dorm at five in the morning. One minute it was barely twelve, his inspiration suddenly catching after hearing a new beat, his mind wandering to a place that he often visited in his daydreams- by the time the clock at the bottom of his screen caught his attention, it was almost four thirty.
He had blinked his eyes and stretched after saving the part that he had been working on. He was no longer surprised after coming back to reality after his sudden dives through lyrics and tempos; that had passed years ago. He had come to expect them, especially late at night. All of them were night owls, thankfully, but Yoongi sometimes felt that his insomnia was the worst of the bunch.
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Yoongi comes home late (early) to find a certain someone in his bed.
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Break In(to My Heart) by Iridescentpulse for lulublue1234
Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
05 Sep 2017
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His genius plan had been to duck into a random stranger’s apartment for just a few minutes, the door had been left cracked open even, long enough to hopefully elude his crazy, stalker ex-girlfriend but luck was just not on his side that day at all- He had been waiting just inside the doorway, hadn’t even bothered looking around much after the initial quick sweep with his eyes to make sure no one had been in the immediate area of the kitchen or the living area.
He had collapsed against the wall, breathing hard and heavy from the sudden weight of the situation he was in, and how it couldn’t possibly get any worse. After a few moments, he had heard bags rustling just outside the door, and he had darted into the hallway closet as fast as he could, barely closing the door in time to see a man walk into the apartment and close the door behind him with his foot, arms still struggling to hold all of his bags of groceries.
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You snuck into my apartment to avoid your ex while my door was open for groceries and I got so scared I spilled the milk everywhere?
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“Hey, let him go!” He had yelled, but about half way in they had already deposited half of the man’s body into the van, leaving two of them to turn around sharply, clearly startled.
The look in their eyes had told him he had made a grave mistake- His hand had reached to grab his cell phone from his pocket as he turned to run, but two strong arms had come around his waist, the taller man effortlessly picking him up and slinging him back toward the van, another had grabbed his arm harshly, shaking the phone from his grip. He kicked his legs but only met air- The last thing he had remembered was the surprised look from the stranger in the van, before he had felt a stinging pain from a blow to his head and his vision had gone dark.
Now, he struggled to sit up from the seat, trying to string his thoughts together. One of the men from earlier hovered over him, a sinister look in his eyes.
“The boss isn’t going to be happy you decided to tag along.”
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Seokjin hadn't expected to stumble across an abduction and get taken himself- and he certainly hadn't expected the person he had been trying to help to be a secret agent.
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Seokjin’s eyes swept the table before placing his chips in the space before him, smiling as the dealer flicked a card in his direction, and then another as they cycled through.
An ace was revealed first, and then a two.
The count was now +18.
Luck would be on his side that night, he could feel it. He sent a small smirk in Namjoon’s direction as he slid two red chips to sit below his cards. He was dressed expensively; no one would bat an eye at his one thousand dollar in- his disguise as a wealthy, millionaire’s bored son worked back then and it would work the same now.
Unknowingly to him, someone was watching-
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Seokjin just wants to card count at a new casino but a certain someone gets in his way.
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Seokjin choked on the rice he was trying to eat, eyes wide and tips of his ears burning. He turned his startled gaze toward Taehyung, who just sat grinning at his friend struggling to breathe. Jimin quickly handed him his own drink, and after a few gulps, his throat was clear, but his brain struggled to grasp what the younger man had just said-
"I'm sorry, could you run that by me again?"
"I dare you to take a selfie while having sex with Namjoon."
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Taehyung dares Seokjin to take a selfie while having sex with Namjoon, and the group chat ends up getting more than it bargained for.
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“Oh my God, are you okay? Please don’t try to get up-“ He heard a soft yet worried voice above him and barely refrained from sarcastically answering that trying to stand was the last thing on his list of things to do in the immediate future. The figure came into focus, and Jungkook’s heart momentarily stopped.
The man staring down at him in concern was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. He gasped, realization settling in as his gaze traced the features of the stranger. A pale face, plump lips, platinum blonde hair, the widest shoulders; a light was shining down from above, casting a glow around them.
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Seokjin is cursed to spend his days alone, confined to a cabin in the woods. One day, he accidentally summons Jungkook, a demon, when trying to trick the system and summon himself a companion to talk to. They finally accept reality when Seokjin can't find a way to send Jungkook back to his own home, and the demon is perfectly fine with that. But things suddenly get turned upside down once again when an injured werewolf suddenly appears-
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turns out, yoongi really likes lace. he really likes lace on seokjin.
it made his chest flutter when seokjin wore both the sensual looking collar and panties duo; seokjin looked so soft and delicate and needy.
needy for yoongi- and who was he to deny him the pleasure he so craved.
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"Hyung, what has gotten into you? Are there scouts here today?" One of the younger boys who had just joined the team recently asked; he let out a huff, and looked toward the stands. The three who had come to show support from the track team were now sitting down, but even though the bars hid them a bit from view, he could still see Seokjin watching him. He shot him an enthusiastic thumbs up, other hand occupied with stealing from Jungkook's snack pack.
Jimin leaned over Seokjin's wide shoulders, copying his move to Yoongi and puckering his lips in a teasing way. The older man tried to shake him off, and Jimin just leaned down to whisper in his ear. He saw Seokjin's face start to flush, reaching back to pinch Jimin's side, the younger laughing loudly. It confused him slightly but then Seokjin's eyes were on him again and he forgot about everything else.
"Something like that-" He replied, barely able to turn his attention away in order to wipe his face and gulp down some water.
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Seokjin from the track team and Yoongi from the basketball team seem to only have eyes for each other.
Too bad it’s obvious to everyone but them.
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as a musician, yoongi’s fingers were one of his biggest assets, besides his flow.
he used them every day to make unique beats in the studio at two in the morning; he often had them drifting over the screen of his ipad as he jotted down any lyrics that came to mind, any words or phrases that could take him to new, unexplored territory.
he took pride in the invisible power he held in his hands.
currently, one of those hands was wrapped around his lover’s neck.
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seokjin makes an innocent comment during a segment of eatjin and it all goes downhill from there.
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Loud moans and the faint sound of the headboard hitting the wall woke him almost every night. He didn’t understand it. How could someone change like that, just like night and day? He found himself questioning it, but as the repetitive squeals from his neighbor’s bedroom penetrated his own, he cursed the thin walls and sat up to retrieve his music player from his bedside drawer.
This was getting ridiculous.
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Seokjin moves in next door, and Namjoon really did not anticipate what a handful he would be.
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His heartbeat was loud as his head pounded, finally feeling complete after so many years, so many wasted years. He had made the biggest mistake of all, letting Seokjin go, forcing himself to back into a corner with no emotions left to give.
He came undone, letting his resolve go, as his fingers curled around the fabric of Seokjin’s tank top.
His body was so hot, having that familiar form against him once more- he had been hiding, but now that Seokjin had found him, he realized what he had been missing, even though he had given into his longtime dream.
The feeling of being alive.
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“How do I look?”
Did Seokjin really just ask that-
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Jungkook has had enough of Seokjin teasing him during their photo shoot.
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He found an empty shoebox and deposited the now useless items, a watch, a coffee cup, notes, and pictures, everything that had ever meant something that had been shared between them was thrown into the old cardboard.
Seokjin walked to his door as he finally answered his cell phone.
“Your stuff is outside. If you don’t come to get it before tomorrow, I’m throwing it away.” He said simply, not giving Namjoon a chance to speak as he pressed the red button to end the call. He opened his door and ignored the sudden urge to throw it off the balcony, instead setting it gently to the right of his doorway before retreating back inside, making sure to lock the door behind him.
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Seokjin finds out that Namjoon is cheating on him. He doesn't expect that maybe it was a good thing.
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“Your costume is nice- H-how are you moving the wings without wires?”
“My name is Taehyung. As for my wings, why would I need strings to stretch them when they are a part of me?” Amused eyes took in Seokjin’s quivering form with delight.
“A…part?”
“Yes. They are real, to put it in human terms.”
‘Weirdo.’ Seokjin thought and stared at him straight in the eyes as he slowly stood, backing away, the feeling in his gut telling him to run; surely Namjoon or Hoseok could scare the man off.
The teen threw the handful of candy and his fake gun at the man before sprinting to the door; his hand grasped the handle-
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Jimin had always been able to read people pretty well. It was in his nature, to observe, to empathize.
But there was one person that he could never quite read right, could never pinpoint what exactly was going on inside his head. It intrigued him significantly, the mystery surrounding Seokjin was one that both beckoned him and warned him to stay away.
His curiosity would get the better of him. But he just had to know, had to solve the rubix cube that was his hyung in his entirety.
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Seokjin didn’t think anyone was watching him.
But Jimin was.
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He rubbed at his eyes, thankful that the lights were off as he entered their room, and quickly ducked under the covers of their shared double bed. He curled his body, knees to his chest, back to his lover.
“Everything okay?” He heard Yoongi whisper.
He couldn’t bring himself to respond.
He didn’t know the answer.
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Seokjin struggles with the sexual side of his relationship with Yoongi.
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“I’m sorry- I know you have Hoseok now.” The older man admitted softly, hand coming up to slide gently over Namjoon’s heated cheek.
“And you have Yoongi.” His own hand shadowed it, fingers intertwining together.
He was surprised when his best friend shook his head slowly. “I don’t, not anymore.”
Namjoon looked up, at the three full shot glasses remaining on the table. I don’t, not anymore. I don’t, not anymore. I don’t, not anymore.
His left hand grabbed one, grasp shaking and gaze disoriented. He forced his eyes to focus as he picked up the small easily breakable cup. His other hand traced Seokjin’s bottom lip, thumb darting inside of his mouth, prying it open with gentle fingers on his chin.
“We both need this then.”
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Jungkook reached across the table, back of his hand laying against Seokjin’s forehead. “Jin, you’re burning up. Why don’t you go lay down?” He suggested gently, but Seokjin shook his head, which probably wasn’t the best idea in the world as he was struck with a sudden feeling of vertigo, Jimin reaching just in time to catch him before he fell out of his seat.
“Oh my God Jin is dead!” He heard Taehyung yell from across the room, barely making out his words through the severe, sudden ringing in his ears.
And then, darkness.
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Maknae Seokjin suddenly gets a fever and the boys have to take care of him.