CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, FLUFF, MINOR SEXUAL CONTENT, & CHOKING KINK
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Tingles shot down my spine, my legs quivering with warmth as a pleasurable feeling of pain throbbed within my thighs. I moaned against Jimin's neck, wanting last night to replay itself over and over again until I was numb, but I knew that my body wouldn't be able to function if it did. I pressed my thighs together as I felt them begin to tremble, cursing myself for being so needy. Being away from the others for a week had taken away the affection we so often smothered each other in, and deep down, no matter how much I hated to, I'd forced myself to keep my distance. Little did I know, that the entire time I had kept myself holed up in my room, my body had slowly been tormenting itself until I could barely handle the feel of the other's hands on me.
Jimin's hand slowly reached out to grip my thigh beneath the covers. His thumb stroked the inner span of skin, eliciting quiet whimpers from my throat as I cuddled closer against his chest. A soft smile pulled at my lips as I reached up to thread my fingers through his fluffy hair, mindlessly massaging his scalp. He groaned softly as he nuzzled his head against mine, his soft lips brushing against my ear.
"Cuddles," he breathed, the blonde's voice low and throaty against my skin. "I want cuddles."
I hummed under my breath, shifting against my pillow and pulling Jimin against my chest. He hummed cooly, wrapping his arm stiffly around my waist. I held him close, arms limp around his backside as I pressed a kiss against his hair. "You wanna be a bottom today?" I teased, my voice hoarse, throat soar from the night before. I smirked at the thought, reaching up to run my hands against his head.
"Yes," Jimin mumbled, a soft smile playing at his lips. "I just wanna cuddle."
I giggled quietly, pressing kisses atop his head as I ran my nails down his bared back, the boy having shed his shirt sometime in the night. My fingers danced carefully over his bandaged shoulder, wrapped up in gauze to secure the torn muscle. Jimin didn't flinch, but as I lay my hand over his back, he groaned with irritation as the muscle ached.
"Let me make you something to eat, baby," I offered, shifting beneath Jimin as I tried to move, but, the blonde held me tighter, groaning childishly against my neck as I gently shoved against his abdomen.
"I don't wanna move."
I laughed aloud as I gathered Jimin's face in my hands, peppering his rosy cheeks with kisses until his eyes cracked open. He smiled up at me, leaning forward to trap me in a kiss. His body pinned me against the bed as I wiggled beneath him, whining playfully as I struggled to escape. Jimin groaned loudly, burying his face against my neck as he tried to keep me in my place, but after tremendous effort, I wiggled out from under his toned body, sitting up at the edge of the bed and staring over my shoulder. Jimin pouted, hiding his face away in his pillow as I reached back to run my fingers through his hair.
"I'll be back, Min-ah," I chuckled, curling a strand of his blonde hair around my finger.
He grumbled something under her breath, peering up at me from over his arm as he hugged his pillow. I simpered at the sight of him acting so childishly, leaning forward to press a kiss against his forehead. "I'll give you big cuddles when I get back, okay?"
"Okay." Jimin still didn't sound happy, but his muscles relaxed as he brought his legs to his stomach, his eyes fluttering closed. "I love you, angel."
"I love you too, you big baby."
Planting my feet firmly on the floor, I pushed myself off the edge of the bed. As soon as I stood, it felt as if my legs no longer existed, my knees buckling beneath me and sending me to the ground. I groaned as pain shot through my thighs, stomach cramping as I curled into myself. "Are you okay?" Jimin's voice sounded from behind me. I cursed, an annoyed frown forming on my face as I gripped the corner of the nightstand beside me, forcing myself up upon noodle legs. I shook my head.
"I can't f-feel my legs."
From behind me, Jimin chuckled cooly. "Then you better start being a good girl."
I growled playfully at the blonde, staring him down as I slipped into my underwear and made for the bedroom door. My legs felt useless, as if they weren't even there, wet noodles that barely supported the upper half of my body. My pelvis felt hot, joints cracking as I went out into the hall. I made my way into the bathroom at the end of the hall, opposite the staircase, and shut myself inside. Achily, I freshened up; washed my face, brushed my teeth, and combed my hair to look at least somewhat presentable before heading downstairs. I had the idea of cooking pancakes lodged in my brain.
Stepping into the kitchen, I froze; Yoongi sat at the kitchen island, eyes glued to his phone as he scrolled over the screen. He hadn't noticed my presence yet; I took the opportunity to pad quietly up behind him, peering over his shoulder with my hands clasped behind my back. The brunet was scrolling through a jewelry website, women's jewelry to be specific. It didn't come across as unusual to me. I knew the boys often wore clothing or accessories that were more often portrayed as feminine, but every time they went shopping, the gendered labels of their items seemed almost as if they weren't there to them. Deciding against further lurking, I took a step closer, wrapping my arms around Yoongi's waist and pressing a kiss against the side of his neck. He jumped, his thumb sliding up to shut his phone off as he wiggled out of my arms, spinning around in his chair to face me.
"What're you looking at?" I questioned, trying to act as if I hadn't been watching him.
Yoongi's cheeks flushed as he shoved his phone into the front pocket of his sweats. "Nothing." His voice was cool, almost too cool, but, I didn't pester him further, understanding if he wanted his privacy for some things. Yoongi hadn't been browsing anything bad, so there was no need for me to worry about it. About anything.
Instead, I leaned forward, catching the brunet's upper lip between mine in a slow kiss. I leaned forward between his legs, my hands splayed atop his thighs. Yoongi's hands reached up to grip my hips, pulling me closer until I slipped onto his lap, giggling languidly as I kissed my way down his neck. My lips brushed against his skin as it burned red with lust, his hands wrapping around my back and pulling my flush against his chest.
Yoongi chuckled softly in my ear. "Someone's in a good mood."
"Just feeling appreciative," I murmured because indeed I was. I wanted to give all my affection to the others, simply for being beside me. I wanted them to smile, blush, giggle as I showered them with my love and adoration. They deserved it, and after I'd holed myself up in my room for an entire week, I'd grown to miss them greatly.
"So, you must've had fun with Jimin last night, huh?"
I froze, feeling shame prickle my skin with gooseflesh. "How do you know about that?" I pondered, deciding against playing games and trying to hide what had happened. What Jimin and I had done wasn't shameful, wasn't wrong or forbidden, and yet I felt guilty at having Yoongi know we were together the prior night.
Yoongi sniffed, smirking at my nervous behavior as he drew a finger down my cheek, hooking it under my jaw. "You didn't come out of his room all night," he started slowly, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip, "So, either there was a movie marathon, or you guys had sex." Yoongi chuckled, dropping his hands and gently squeezing my thighs. I moaned involuntarily, slapping my hand across my mouth to silence myself as a dark blush trailed across my cheeks. Yoongi smirked up at me, an eyebrow cocked as he began drawing circles against my bared skin. "You're sensitive...and you're limping."
I playfully growled down at the cocky brunet, pushing myself off of his lap onto wobbly feet. He was right; my legs still felt like lifeless meat sticks as they began to tremble with the effort of holding me upright. Mentally, I cursed Jimin for having teased me the way he had last night, but in the back of my mind, I hoped he'd do it again. Scrunching my nose, I ran a hand through my hair, staring Yoongi down as if he were an opponent.
"Result of my punishment."
"Punishment?" He tilted his head to the side. "What'd you do?"
I shrugged, shakily making my way around the kitchen island to the stove, standing on my tip-toes to pull a pan out of the cabinet. "Nothing. I just wanted to be punished."
"That needy, huh?"
"Yes, but that's none of your business." I spun on my heel to glare at the brunet only to find him standing behind me, hands shoved into the front pocket of his white hoodie as he towered inches above me. My eyes widened suddenly at his unexpected closeness, chills running up and down my spine as he leaned down. Our faces were mere centimeters apart, Yoongi's breath hot on my face.
"I think that's some of my business, angel," he murmured, pressing his lips against mine. Yoongi's arms tucked behind my back, his hands fisted my sweater as he pressed me back against the counter. His possessiveness sent a bolt of warmth through my stomach, a quiet moan slipping past my lips as I threaded my fingers through his fluffy, unkempt hair.
I couldn't understand the feeling flowing through my body. It was painful, but I loved it at the same time. Ever since the night I'd forgiven Yoongi, I'd never wanted to leave his side, but not wanting to neglect the others, I hadn't latched on to him like the baby I was. Being with Jimin the prior night was pure bliss, my lips turned up at the thought, but I must've forced down my thoughts of longing for Yoongi while I was with him. Being with Yoongi now made me so happy and I never wanted him to let go. Having his hands on me, his lips locked with mine, made my heart ache for the brunet.
Yoongi pulled away to peck butterfly kisses against my dampened lips, my thighs quivering as I longed for him to kiss me again. I whined softly as he pulled away, my hands latching onto the collar of his hoodie to pull him closer.
"Angel-"
"Mmh," I protested, not sure of how to keep the brunet near me, but not wanting him to walk away.
"You want me to cook breakfast for you?" Yoongi murmured in my ear, reaching up to run his hand through my hair. I nodded against his chest, pulling away to press our lips together again. The brunet chuckled against me, cupping my face in his hands as he kissed me softly. Pulling away, he whispered, "What do you want?"
"Pancakes," I pouted. "I said I'd make some for Jimin."
Yoongi nodded, a patient smile adorning his face as he pressed his lips against my forehead, sweeping stray locks of hair from my face. "How about this: I make you pancakes, and you go wake up the others. Huh? Can you do that for me, baby?"
I hummed quietly, stumbling forward to throw my arms around his neck. The brunet held me tight, peppering the side of my face with kisses until he pulled away. "Okay," I smiled, feeling giddy and youthful as I spun, shakily, on the heel of my foot. As I turned, Jimin padded sleepily into the kitchen, his shirt still missing, black shorts low on his hips. His hair was frizzy and ruffled, the blonde rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he made his way forward.
"Angel," he mumbled, slipping his arms around my waist. Jimin held me against his chest, groaning softly as he nuzzled his head against the crook of my neck. I reached up to hug him back, hearing Yoongi chortle as he stepped up behind me.
"Babies," he murmured under his breath, ruffling Jimin's hair further. The blonde whined softly, hiding away from his hyung in my embrace. He stumbled sleepily on his feet, arms fastened around my torso as if he never wanted to let me go. Jimin's clinginess brought a smile to my face; I looked over my shoulder at Yoongi, wordlessly asking him to take the boy from my arms. He chuckled, stepping up beside me to slip his arms around Jimin's skinny waist and pull him from my embrace. I righted my sweater, patting out the few creases I could spot as my eyes stuck to the cuddling pair beside the island. Yoongi held Jimin gently, as if he were a delicate baby, rubbing his bare back in long strokes to keep him warm from the morning chill. The blonde giggled listlessly, peppering Yoongi's skin with soft kisses as he brought their lips together.
I turned away from Yoongi and Jimin to allow them their privacy, making my way sluggishly upstairs. I took each step one at a time just in case my legs decided to give out mid-step, my nose scrunched with the effort it took to wobble to the second floor. Taehyung first, I thought with a smirk, thinking of various ways to wake the blonde from his slumber. Taehyung hated being woken, almost as much as Yoongi, and I prepared myself for the irritated, meaningless words he would spit at no one in particular. I slipped inside his room, hit with the pleasurable smell of cologne and lavender that made my eyes flutter closed for a brief second. Yeontan pushed himself stiffly to his paws, stretching out his back at the edge of the bed. Taehyung rolled over in his sleep, feet shoving the poor dog onto the floor with an annoyed growl. I chuckled airily, bending down to pick Yeontan up and place him back on the bed, close to the wall where he couldn't end up back on the floor.
"Tae," I chirped hesitantly, bending over his backside. I gripped his upper arm gently, trying to shake him awake. Taehyung groaned under his breath, burying his face away in his pillow as he held it against his chest. The blonde furrowed his brow in his sleep, mumbling under his breath as he brought his knees to his stomach.
I huffed, blowing a strand of hair from my face as I crawled on top of the sleeping boy, straddling his sharp hip bone and leaning down on his shoulder. Taehyung whined sleepily, rolling onto his back and allowing me to slip onto his chest. "Jagiya," I whispered, poking him on his forehead. The blonde knit his brows, groaning softly as he grabbed at my wrist. He tugged me down against his chest, arms slipping behind my waist to hold me against him. I laughed softly, lacing my fingers above his head as I peppered his swollen face with kisses. "Baby."
"Hmm." Taehyung rolled us over onto his mattress, trapping me beneath his toned form as he continued to doze. I huffed with frustration, pushing lightly against his shoulders as I tried to slip out from underneath him.
"Tae, it's time to get up. Up, up." I patted Taehyung's puffy cheek, the blonde scrunching his nose in annoyance as he tightened his hold around my waist.
"No," he mumbled, draping a leg over my thighs to hold me in place. I grumbled under my breath, wondering how I managed to keep myself remotely sane living with four oversized children. I tilted my head back against his pillows, a sigh escaping my throat as I tried one final time to get Taehyung out of bed.
"Tae-"
"I said no," he growled, a small smirk playing at his plump lips. "No more talking. If you keep talking, I'll punish you."
"But, Tae-"
The blonde pulled his hand from beneath my back, digging his thumb into my hip and forcing a whine from my throat. I blushed with embarrassment, realizing that Taehyung must've noticed how sensitive that one spot was on my body, and now he was using it to his advantage. I growled in annoyance, smacking Taehyung on the back of my head, but it only made him tighten his hold further around me, keeping me rooted in place as he continued to rest. Yeontan sat, clueless, at the edge of the bed, his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth as our eyes caught. I snarled at the dog, slightly annoyed at him for simply sitting and watching me suffer.
After a moment's thought, I decided to continually push against the underside of Taehyung's stomach, flipping him over and straddling his hips. He glared up at me with a slitted gaze, his eyes threatening to close from lack of sleep. "Were you up all night?" I questioned, leaning forward until our noses brushed. Taehyung nodded, his fingers languidly stroking my thighs.
"Why?"
"I had a bad dream," he murmured. "I couldn't go back to sleep until three."
"What'd you dream about?"
Taehyung hesitated, his cheeks flushed nervously as he stared up at me. I cupped his cheek in one hand, brushing his hair away from his face with the other as I planted a kiss on his lips. "I dreamt that we all split up."
I tilted my head to the side, mindlessly massaging his head as I peered down at him. "'Split up'?"
He nodded. "Everyone was mad, and you didn't want anything to do with each other. S-So you left."
"I left?"
"All of you. I couldn't understand why or what made you guys so upset with each other, but you guys left, and I was all alone here. I just... I was just scared something might happen to where everyone would leave me by myself."
Taehyung frowned, his gaze flicking to the wall beside his bed to avoid looking at me. I felt tears prick at the back of my eyes, threatening to fall down my rosy cheeks as I pressed a chaste kiss against his forehead. The blonde looked back up at me shyly, sighing as I laced my fingers through his.
"We're not gonna leave you, baby," I whispered, peppering his face with soft kisses. "I'm not gonna leave you. Ever."
"I-I know, angel. I know. I was just being stupid; I shouldn't have been scared."
"No, Tae. It's okay." I gently ruffled his hair to grab his full attention, his eyes widening slowly as he gazed up at me. "It's okay to be scared. I get scared all the time, but it's best to not let your fears interfere with your life too much." Gently, I drew my hand down the side of his face, cupping Taehyung's cheek and pressing our lips together. "I'll always be right here for you, baby."
Taehyung hummed under his breath, a lazy smile adorning his face as I sat upright against his hips. He looked so tired and adorable snuggled beneath his bedcovers, eyelids heavy with sleep as he gazed up at me. I offered a pat atop his fluffy hair, the blonde chortling quietly as he let his eyes flutter closed. "Get some sleep, Tae," I whispered, planting a chaste kiss atop his forehead. I slid to the floor, reaching out to stroke Yeontan's head before padding soundlessly to the door.
"Angel?"
I looked over my shoulder to find Taehyung peering across the room at me, his sheets fisted in his hands as he pulled them to his chin. The sight of him so small and pouty put a soft smile on my face, a blush trailing over my cheeks as he curled into himself for warmth. "I love you," he murmured, eyes fluttering closed. I giggled at his cuteness, opening the door and stepping out into the hall as I softly replied, "I love you more," blowing a kiss in his direction before stepping down one room to Jungkook's bedroom.
Pushing my way inside, I found the maknae asleep with Nari at his feet, both entangled in his messy bedsheets as he snored softly against his pillow. I stifled a laugh as I walked up to him, slipping beneath the covers and wrapping my limbs around his toned frame. Jungkook groaned softly, slipping his arms out of my embrace to wrap them around my waist.
"Who's this?" he muttered sleepily, nuzzling his forehead against mine. I pressed our lips together, reaching up to cup the side of his face and lure him closer until our chests brushed. Jungkook moaned quietly against my lips, a smirk tugging them upwards as he gripped my hips. His touch forced a soft moan from my throat as I threaded my fingers through his fluffy, ruffed-up hair, urging him closer to deepen the kiss. The brunet chuckled, slowly rubbing my sides as he kissed his way down my neck, eliciting soft whimpers from my lips as I tilted my head against his pillows.
"Is that my angel?" he teased, sucking a small hickey against the skin below my jaw.
I simply groaned in response, my mind slowly clouding over like a foggy morning, tingles radiating up and down my body. This wasn't my goal in entering Jungkook's room so early in the morning, but I couldn't bring myself to push him off of me and haul him out of bed. My hands continued to tug sluggishly at the maknae's ruffled hair, urging his lips over mine.
Jungkook chuckled softly, peppering my lips with gentle kisses until I burned a hot red. He smirked down at me, teeth flashing, bangs obscuring his eyes from view. Having him hovering quietly above me sent sinful thoughts bursting in my mind, just mere thoughts forcing a moan from my throat as drug my hand down my face.
"Did you want something?" Jungkook whispered, cocking an eyebrow humorously as he stared down at me.
I shook my head, peering up at the brunet past my fingers. My heart skipped a beat in my chest as our eyes locked, Jungkook's gaze heavy and clouded with sleep as he smiled down at me. "Then why'd you decide to wander into my room, hmm? It's not even eight."
"Y-Yoongi asked me to wake you and Tae up," I stuttered, feeling nervous beneath his eyes, trapped beneath him by his muscled forearms.
"So, you decided to torture me first?"
"I'm not torturing you," I grumbled. "And, I went to wake Tae first."
Jungkook simpered, pressing a chaste kiss against my forehead. "Is he downstairs?"
"No," I shook my head, reaching up to run my fingers through his hair, brushing his bangs away from his eyes. Jungkook's gaze caught me off guard, the way he looked at me setting sparks off in my stomach. I swallowed nervously, trying to conceal the blush that threatened to consume my entire face. "I let him sleep in a little longer."
Jungkook snorted, rolling off of me and throwing his covers back over his shoulders. "Then I'm sleeping in too."
"Kookie, no!" I turned to drape myself over Jungkook's shoulder, my bottom lip jutted out in a pout as I peered down at him. The maknae had his eyes shut, a playful smirk painted on his face. He tried to hide it, but it only made him smile more. I giggled quietly, slipping over his entire body and throwing my arms around his neck. "Wake up!"
"No," Jungkook grumbled childishly. "Why does hyung get to sleep in, but I don't?"
"I let Taehyung-ah sleep in cause he had a bad dream."
Jungkook froze, rolling over and staring up at me. "Is he okay?"
I slipped onto his chest, straddling the brunet's hips. "Mhmm. He just didn't get much sleep, so I said I'd wake him up around ten."
The maknae nodded slowly, his gaze roaming my face as he trapped his bottom lip between his teeth. A yawn escaped me; lying against Jungkook's chest, his shirt missing, arms hooked around my waist, made me listless and pliant, my thighs quivering slightly beneath my sweatshirt. Slowly, Jungkook drew his finger down the side of my face, hooking it beneath my chin and inching my face ever closer. "Are you okay?"
I furrowed my brow, tilting my head to the side in curiosity. "Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"
"No reason; I'm just making sure you guys were alright."
"Everyone's fine, Koo. Tae went back to sleep, Yoongi's downstairs making breakfast, and Jimin's shoulder isn't hurting as much."
"Is he still cranky?"
I giggled, pressing our lips together for a quick kiss before pulling away. "No. He's more...clingy this morning."
Jungkook chuckled, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck with a sigh. I settled my head beside his, letting my eyes flutter closed despite the voice screaming in my head to wake the fuck up. "I guess that makes both of us."
"You can be clingy downstairs, Jeon. We need to get up."
"What if I can make you stay? Then can we go back to sleep?"
I lifted my head, eyes narrowed as I stared down at him. Jungkook had his lips pursed, waiting for a reply as a dark blush crept over his face. Giggling at his cuteness, I scrunched my nose, wondering what the brunet had hidden up his sleeve. "What could you possibly do to make me sta-" Before I had the chance to finish, Jungkook flipped me over against his bed, hips pressed into mine as he glared down at me, his gaze hardening with a knowing smirk.
"Jungkook!" I gasped, wiggling beneath him. I shoved up against his shoulders, feeling his hand reach up, fingers dancing across the sensitive skin of my neck. He pressed against it gently, eliciting a hitched moan from my throat. I felt my heart thud happily in my chest, yet my skin prickled with unease as he leaned closer.
"Jungkook, what're you-"
"Shh, shh, shh," Jungkook cooed calmly, applying light pressure against my neck. I moaned again, feeling ashamed of myself for letting him control me so easily, but in the back of my head, I was enjoying every second of it, panting quietly as he grew assertive. Testing my luck, I wiggled my hips, arching my back beneath him in a useless attempt at escaping Jungkook's possessive hold. The brunet groaned softly, his eyes fluttering closed briefly before opening again, pupils dilating as he stared down at me. "Stay still," he growled.
Immediately, I laid my legs back down against his mattress, breathing heavily as his thumb stroked the side of my neck. Jungkook chuckled cooly, kissing the corner of my mouth, teasing me further as he trailed his lips down to my ear. "You listened," he breathed, his tone solid and steady. "Good girl."
"Koo."
"Hmm?"
"I-I...fuck." I couldn't form a sentence, my words caught in the back of my throat. I wanted so badly for Jungkook to tease me and put me in my place, but I needed to get him downstairs. A thought formed in my head, a smirk tugging at my lips as I let my eyes flutter closed, giving in to Jungkook further. The brunet exhaled shakily; I could almost picture the sly expression painted on his face as I felt his other hand slip beneath my sweater to grip my exposed thigh. His fingers dug gently into my skin, eliciting a pliant moan from my throat as I tilted my head back against his pillows.
"You like that, baby girl?" he purred, sending fireworks alight in my stomach. I moaned softly in response, trailing my nails down Jungkook's forearm until my hand rested over his, pressing it harder against my neck. I panted heavily, rolling my eyes into the back of my head as I released several quiet, taunting whimpers that I knew would drive the brunet mad. To my avail, my reaction elicited a needy groan from Jungkook's lips, the maknae leaning forward to press teasing kisses against the underside of my jaw. It took all my power to keep myself from diving headfirst into the warm, fuzzy feeling that was gradually clouding my mind and body.
"Jungkook," I moaned quietly, lacing my fingers with his against my throat. I reached out with my other hand to splay it against his abdomen, my nails dragging down his exposed torso until they reached his pelvis. Gently, I teased him through his sweats, earning a breathy whine from his throat as he hid his face away in my neck. I laughed quietly to myself, a knowing smile tugging at my lips as I arched my hips away from the mattress. I wrapped my legs around Jungkook's waist, urging his hips against mine as I brought our lips together. The brunet muffled a groan against my lips, his arms quivering with pleasure and the effort it took to hold himself up. I angled my hips to the side, weighing Jungkook down until he was forced to roll onto his back. I straddled his hips, our mouths still moving together rhythmically as I pulled his hand from off of my throat.
"Angel," Jungkook groaned softly, his breath hot on my lips as I pulled away, our noses brushing as I blinked down at him. His cheeks were painted a rosy red and his lips were glistening from our kiss, making him all the more attractive as I smirked down at him.
Slowly, I pressed my hand down on his throat, eliciting a breathy moan from his lips as his eyes snapped open to meet mine. "A-Angel," Jungkook stuttered, flushing an even darker red. I leaned closer, applying gentle press against his neck as he groaned, bucking his hips excitedly beneath me.
"I can be dominant too, Koo," I breathed, my lips brushing against the lobe of his ear. "Now why don't you be a good boy and come downstairs for me, huh? Can you do that baby?"
Jungkook groaned quietly, his chest heaving with each breath as he sunk his teeth into his bottom lip. I had expected some sort of reaction from the needy brunet, but I was surprised to find him so compliant beneath my touch. A knowing smirk adorned my face, but I quickly covered it up with an expressionless glare as Jungkook's eyes fluttered open. "Y-Yes, Yumin," Jungkook breathed, his voice faltering as his eyes rolled back into his head. He moaned softly, hands fisting the sheets of his bed. "I'll be a good boy."
The brunet's words sent butterflies coursing through my stomach as I retracted my hand to my side, sliding off of his hips and settling beside him. Jungkook groaned in the back of his throat, his eyes fluttering open with much hesitancy as he turned to peer up at me. "C-Can we pretend like I didn't just say that?"
I chuckled, brushing my hand through Jungkook's fluffy hair. "Can we pretend like you didn't just moan my name like a bottom? Um...Nah." I made to slip off the edge of his bed when he grabbed at my wrist, tugging me back towards him. I fell against his chest, Jungkook's breath hot on my lips as he nibbled at the corner of his mouth.
"So, we're gonna completely ignore that you were being such a good girl for me a second ago?" He shifted against his pillows until his mouth was plastered against my ear, his voice soft and deep as it sent vibrations throughout my body. "You're such a good girl," Jungkook moaned, his voice teasing a whimper from my throat as I hid away in the crook of his neck. The maknae chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist and sitting up. He pulled me onto his lap and stood up, his hands lightly gripping my rear to hold me up.
"So, we're not gonna talk about it?"
"Nope," I whispered, giggling shyly against his neck. Jungkook simpered as he pressed kisses against my temple, setting me down on the floor and making his way to his closet. I looked away, allowing him privacy to change out of his sweats and into some day clothes, a smirk adorning my face as I stared down at the ground.
A few minutes later, I felt something grip my elbow, Jungkook turning around and offering me a pair of black shorts and an oversized white shirt. "Put it on."
"Why?" I took the clothes from his grasp.
"I'm not gonna let you wander around the house half-naked."
"It's just us five; nothing anyone hasn't seen before." I patted my thigh with a grin, staring up at Jungkook with wide, innocent eyes. The brunet simply smirked, tracing my jaw and hooking his finger under my chin. He simply stared at me, drawing his tongue lazily over his teeth before clicking it against the roof of his mouth.
"Put it on, angel."
Jungkook's voice was almost at a whisper, his thumb stroking my bottom lip. I could only nod, the breath caught in the back of my throat as our eyes locked. He'd gone from submissive to soft to dominant in under two minutes, the massive change in demeanor making me even needier as I pressed my thighs together. I turned, slipping into Jungkook's clothes and discarding my sweater on the edge of his bed, smoothing my hair into place with a sigh. The brunet scooped me back up in his arms, pressing our lips together briefly as he chuckled.
"C'mon," he mumbled, stumbling into the hallway with Nari at his heels. I wrapped my arms around my neck, nuzzling my face against his as I pressed kisses against his cheek. Jungkook simpered to himself, making his way into the kitchen and setting me down on the kitchen island.
Jimin was seated at the island, his head resting on his forearms against the counter as he stared dreamily at Yoongi. The older brunet was busy shuffling back and forth at the stove, flipping pancakes out of a pan every couple of minutes. Jungkook offered me a peck on the forehead, wrapping his arms around my waist and allowing me to cuddle against his chest. So much excitement in one morning was starting to leave me sleepy and fuzzy all over.
"I see you got one of the brats downstairs," Yoongi chuckled, glancing over his shoulder at me and Jungkook. "Where's Tae?"
"He had some trouble sleeping," I explained, "So, I'm letting him sleep in a little bit."
Yoongi nodded to himself, silent for a few moments before offering a grunt in acknowledgment. "As long as he doesn't sleep the whole day away. I don't want him missing family time."
"Family time?" Jungkook questioned, cocking an eyebrow with visible confusion.
"It was Jiminie's idea. Since his shoulder won't be fully healed for a few weeks, he needs to rest at home still."
Jimin sighed. "I just wanted to hang out with you guys and still have some sort of fun. I didn't want to bore you."
"So we're having a family day: together?" I asked quietly, watching Jimin over my shoulder as he glanced up at me. He smiled cutely, a light blush alighting his puffy cheeks.
"Yeah. We can watch movies, or play a game or something. Have fun."
Beside me, Jungkook chuckled, biting at his bottom lip as he looked from me to Jimin, to Yoongi. "A game, huh?"
"Oh no." Yoongi sighed audibly, scraping a pancake out of its pan and moving to make more batter. He poured a handful of blueberries into the mix before whipping it together, glancing over his shoulder at the maknae. "What do you have up your sleeve, Koo?"
Jungkook beamed across at his hyung, tapping his foot happily on the tiled floor. "You'll just have to wait for tonight, baby."
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OMG, Jimin's hair- Look, I don't know if Butter will slap or not, but I'm not letting Jimin's hair die. This is his fuck boy era again, just like 2014-2015. Fuck-boy Jimin and his pretty hair will not cease to remain in my head!!
Also...some of y'all getting aggressive up in my comment section. You forget I check my notifications and who leaves them too aha. So, just a heads up...because the person that threatened to cut Yura's dick off and shove it up his ass has me on high alert to certain notifs now lol.