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"Seungcheol, if your mouth could stay shut for once, that would be amazing."

"You should try sitting on it sometime."

Synopsis: Where you are a Secret Agent, and on a new task, the director of your agency puts you in charge of a mission, however shared with Seungcheol, your enemy within the company.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, smut, face sitting, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, penetrative sex, reader kicks Seungcheol once, guns, Seungcheol is such a flirty, and etc.

Since you started to work as a secret agent, you have spent eight years of your life dedicated to the operations of your enigmatic organization. Your reputation for being a relentless workaholic had earned you the respect of your colleagues, but you knew that, as a woman, you had to work even harder to prove yourself in this male-dominated field.

The mission briefing had been shrouded in secrecy, and you were accustomed to the clandestine nature of your work. The director, a stern and calculating figure, sat at the head of the table. Your heart raced as you took your usual seat, the weight of responsibility settling over your shoulders.

"Agent Y/N," the director began, his eyes piercing through the dim light, "you have proven yourself time and again as one of our top operatives. Your dedication to the mission is commendable, and your track record speaks for itself."

You nodded, acknowledging the director's words with a stoic expression. Years of covert operations had taught you to keep your emotions in check, especially in the presence of those who held your fate in their hands.

"However," the director continued, his gaze shifting to a figure standing near the door, "this mission is of utmost importance, and we've decided that you'll be working alongside Agent Seungcheol."

The tension in the room was palpable as you and Seungcheol exchanged a curt nod, acknowledging the director's decision. The history between you and Seungcheol ran deep – you had been recruited together, trained side by side, and grown up together 

inside of the secretive organization. However, somewhere along the way, an unspoken rivalry had developed, and your interactions had become laced with sarcasm — a habitual defense mechanism that had become second nature to both of you.

As the director delved into the mission details, you and Seungcheol kept your gazes fixed forward, avoiding eye contact. The air was thick, because neither of you could pinpoint the exact moment the rivalry had begun, but it had become an integral part of your dynamic.

You couldn't deny Seungcheol's skills – his sharp intellect and quick reflexes complemented your own, forming an unexpectedly effective duo. But since you never liked his guts, you never asked to work with him. You liked to charge the missions alone, a bit egoistic, but sharing the mission with someone means that you needed to get along with their ideas. And when that someone is a pain on your ass, you can't help but want the mission to end as quickly as possible.

In the following days, you and Seungcheol found yourselves forced to cooperate.

The training room echoed with the sounds of combat, and you and Seungcheol faced off under the watchful eyes of the trainer, who called for a sparring match between you and Seungcheol. 

Seungcheol's muscles rippled as he steady himself for the impending clash, his confidence evident in his cocky grin. You rolled your eyes, muttering under your breath about the unfairness of the situation. 

You exchanged a glance with Seungcheol, both knowing that this was going to be more than just a friendly sparring session. The trainer's words fueled the competitive fire that had long been smoldering between you two.

Seungcheol chuckled, flexing his muscles theatrically. "Come on, Y/N, don't hold back. I hope you've been practicing your moves."

You rolled your eyes, a smirk playing on your lips. "Oh, Seungcheol, I've been waiting for this moment."

As Seungcheol lunged towards you, you swiftly sidestepped, allowing your training to guide your instincts. With a calculated move, you delivered a precise and well-timed kick to the middle of Seungcheol's legs. 

The room echoed with a sudden gasp "Fuck! My balls!"

Seungcheol crumpled to the ground, his confident grin twisted into a pained expression, cursing under his breath. A tiny tear formed at the corner of his eye, which, against his will, rolled down his cheek. 

"Seriously? A kick in the balls? That's your strategy?" Seungcheol asked, holding his crotch. 

"Well, it never fails." You couldn't help but chuckle, extending a hand to help him up. "Besides, it's not my fault your muscles can't protect you from everything." 

Seungcheol accepted your hand, irritation in his eyes. "I'll remember this, Y/N. Just you wait."

[...]

The air was filled thick with the mingling scents of expensive perfume and cigar smoke. As you discreetly adjusted the gun holster beneath your dress, your eyes scanned the crowded party. Important figures from politics, the music industry, and CEOs adorned the lavish venue. 

Seungcheol's voice crackled in your earpiece, his tone playful. "Careful, Y/N, don't trip over that fancy dress of yours."

You adjusted your black dress, the piece clinging to your body was not the best choice for this type of mission. but you had to look sophisticated, blending seamlessly into the high-profile event. Rolling your eyes, you responded with a sharp whisper "Careful Seungcheol, before I choke you with your own tie." 

Perching yourself on a barstool, you observed the president's wife making her way down the grand staircase. The opulent ring on her finger immediately caught your attention. However, a quick and discreet glance told you what your sharp instincts suspected – it was a clever forgery.

As you listened to her conversation, she mentioned the gift from her husband, a gilded ring with a sparkling jewel that captured the attention of everyone in the room. But you knew better; the real ring was somewhere else.

Leaving the crowded main hall, you discreetly made your way to the backyard of the mansion. Spotting a vertical staircase, you hesitated, careful to avoid any prying eyes. 

As you got up the ladder, Seungcheol's voice chimed in through your earpiece, his tone laced with a mix of amusement and disapproval. "Seriously, Y/N, could you have chosen a more discreet dress for this mission? You're practically broadcasting our presence."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, even though he couldn't see you. "Well, Seungcheol, if you can find a way for me to conceal a gun in a gown, I'm all ears."

A faint chuckle echoed in your ear as you reached the top of the stairs. "Point taken. But your dress is a bit... revealing."

Looking down, you noticed Seungcheol standing below, arms crossed, a disapproving expression on his face. A sudden gust of wind played a mischievous role, lifting the fabric of your dress and revealing a hint of your thigh through the slit.

A small sigh escaped your lips as you discreetly adjusted the fabric to regain some modesty. "I know the view is amazing, Seungcheol, but we've got a mission to complete. Focus, will you?"

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, trust me, I'm focused."

"I need you up here. We have work to do."

"Aight Ma'am."

The search for the elusive ring led you and Seungcheol through the rooms of the mansion. The tension in the air was palpable as you scoured every inch for the hidden treasure, aware that time was decreasing. 

The quiet shuffle of footsteps grew louder, echoing through the opulent hallway as you and Seungcheol frantically searched for the elusive ring. The sudden realization that someone was approaching sent a jolt of urgency through both of you. Without a second thought, you grabbed Seungcheol's arm, and the two of you dashed towards the nearest hiding spot – a closet at the end of the corridor.

"You know, Y/N, it's a shame we're stuck in here. I was hoping for a front-row seat to your fashion show."

Your eyes narrowed, and you shot him a stern look. "Seungcheol, if your mouth could stay shut for once, that would be amazing."

As he investigated the cramped space, he muttered, "You should try sitting on it sometime." His quiet suggestion, delivered as if he had inadvertently let his thoughts slip, hung in the air.

"What the fuck?" 

A moment of silence hung in the air before you couldn't help but scoff, a mixture of disbelief and amusement in your response. "Really, Seungcheol? Now is not the time for your innuendos." 

The thought of sitting on his face was really tempting, even if he was Seungcheol, you couldn't deny the he looked hot as fuck. However, you couldn't let his teasing distract you from the pressing matter at hand. 

"Why, of all people, did they choose you to work with me on this mission?" you inquired.

"They wanted to see if we could actually work together without tearing each other apart."

"Let's find that ring and get out of here before your humor gets us caught."

The realization struck you as you scanned the closet for any last-minute clues – a piece of cloth concealing a safe. Your instincts kicked in, and with no time to decipher the real passwords, you swiftly directed Seungcheol to step back.

"Move away, Seungcheol," you commanded, grabbing your gun and taking aim at the lock. A single shot echoed through the room as the lock shattered, revealing the sought-after ring nestled within the safe.

The relief was palpable as you delicately retrieved the reason of the mission. However, the sound of the gunshot had undoubtedly attracted attention. With a sense of urgency, you pocketed the ring, and both of you left the room. 

Bodyguards approached, closing in on your location. Seungcheol's quick reflexes took down one, and with a swift move, you incapacitated another. The voice of your assistant buzzed in your earpiece, directing you to the parking lot where your escape awaited.

As you and Seungcheol hurried through the mansion, the route downstairs became blocked by advancing guards. A daring solution presented itself as Seungcheol seized your hand and brought you to a large window overlooking the party, with guests oblivious to the unfolding chaos.

You glanced at the dizzying drop, the pool below shimmering like a distant oasis. Fear of heights had never been an issue for you after years of high-stakes missions, but the sight still made you gulp. Seungcheol, holding your hand, assessed the situation.

"It's the only way," he declared, determination in his eyes.

The sound of approaching bodyguards left you with no other option. Taking a deep breath, you squeezed Seungcheol's hand, and together, you leaped from the window. 

Gasping for air, you and Seungcheol emerged from the pool, the water cascading off your soaked bodies. Wasting no time, you and Seungcheol hurriedly left the pool, the wet clothes clinging uncomfortably to your forms.

Navigating through the concerned crowd, you and Seungcheol helped each other, the soaked clothing making every step a challenge. The glances from the partygoers intensified as more bodyguards approached, running towards the commotion. The parking lot, your salvation, beckoned in the distance.

With the sound of approaching footsteps and murmurs growing louder, you and Seungcheol quickened your pace, weaving through the gathering crowd. The black car awaited your arrival. As you reached the vehicle, wet and disheveled, you wasted no time. The doors swung open, and you both practically fell into the car, water dripping onto the leather seats.

Seungcheol revved the engine, and the car sped away from the mansion, leaving behind a confused and agitated scene. The wet clothes clung uncomfortably, but the precious ring, safely secured in your hand, provided a sense of accomplishment amid the chaos.

The car sped through the night, weaving through the city until it came to a stop at the inconspicuous hiding place behind the International Attaché Offices. The tactical team awaited, ready to secure the ring and initiate its swift return to the country, knowing it was in capable hands, and the team quickly moved to carry out their mission.

Once the ring was safely in transit, you and Seungcheol made your way to a nearby hotel. The day's events had left you both soaked, drawing more than a few curious glances as you entered. The receptionist raised an eyebrow as you approached the check-in counter, both of you dripping water onto the floor.

The news that you and Seungcheol would be sharing a room elicited a shockedreaction from you. "Really? After spending the entire day together?!"

You huffed in response, making your way to the room with a glance back at Seungcheol. The tiredness from the day's events washed over you, and as you entered the room, you couldn't help but express your exasperation.

"I hope you don't snore," you quipped, a hint of humor in your voice. "After today, I need some decent rest without any surprises."

Seungcheol chuckled, seemingly unfazed by your protests. "Don't worry, Y/N. I promise to be on my best behavior."

You emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped around your hair, to find Seungcheol already engrossed in a conversation with the IT specialists, poring over the details of the ring's location. He glanced up at you, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Feeling more calm now, Y/N? Has the anger passed?" he inquired, seemingly unfazed by your earlier irritation.

You scoffed, a trace of annoyance lingering. "No, it hasn't. And it won't as long as you keep talking." 

His grin widened. "Well, you know, I did give you a good suggestion back at the mansion. Sitting on it would keep me shut."

You chuckled, appreciating the humor in his attempt to lighten the mood. However, when the laughter subsided, you noticed the shift in Seungcheol's expression. His playful demeanor gave way to a more serious gaze, and you couldn't help but wonder if there was more to his earlier comment.

"Wait, are you serious, Seungcheol?" you asked, the curiosity evident in your voice.

He met your gaze, the playful facade replaced by a sincerity that caught you off guard. "About what I said earlier? Yeah, I was serious."

Your legs involuntarily pressed together, a strange mix of disbelief and arousal sweeping through you. The suggestion that initially seemed like harmless banter now had an unexpected effect, making your panties damp, while you tried to maintain composure.

Seungcheol, with a cocky grin, manspread in front of you, his cock showing up on his tactel shorts, so locking eyes as he casually asked, "So, what's your answer, Y/N? Feeling a bit more open-minded now?"

 "Seungcheol, you must be out of your mind if you think I'd entertain that idea."

He raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk playing on his lips. "Why not? We've been through a lot today. A little stress relief might do wonders."

You scoffed, trying to dismiss the newfound awareness of the situation. "Your suggestions aren't exactly what I had in mind for stress relief, Seungcheol."

He raised an eyebrow, the smirk never leaving his face. "Oh? And what did you have in mind, then?"

The unexpected turn in the conversation took you by surprise, and you hesitated for a moment. However, the playful glint in Seungcheol's eyes and the underlying sincerity in his previous words made you reconsider. 

With a wry smile, you conceded, "Fine, Seungcheol. Maybe your suggestion has some merit. A little unconventional, but it's been a long day."

Seungcheol's eyes widened in surprise, his cocky demeanor momentarily replaced by genuine astonishment. "Wait, seriously? You're considering it?"

You decided to take the lead, sliding off your shorts and panties in one swift motion. "Come on, Seungcheol, no time to waste. Act before I give up." 

Seungcheol, seemingly caught off guard by your bold move, grinned and chuckled. "Well, when you put it that way."

Without hesitation, he followed suit, taking off his shirt and laying on the bed, Seungcheol's silent gesture prompted you to get up, you climbed onto the bed, straddling him. When you feel the warmth of Seungcheol's breath against your wet pussy, you stop and slowly sit on his face.

You gasp, and he moans against your core, his tongue running through your folds, before sucking your clit between his lips. Seungcheol's hands grab your ass, instructing you to ride his face. 

As you began to ride, the room filled with the wet sounds, the arousal from your dripping pussy, now was glistening on his face, Seungcheol's eyes were attentive, watching your reactions, to see if he was eating you out like you deserve. 

"Fuck, it's so good Seungcheol-ah…" Your legs trrembled around his face, and he answered with a long hum. 

You still stopped from releasing your weight on him, Seungcheol sensing this, wrapped his arms around your waist, your cunt pressed to his tongue now. His tongue swirls around your clit as you squirm holding his hair making his eyes close in pleasure. He begins to suck your bud with more precision, your clit becoming more and more sensitive and the vibrations of his groans against your pussy made your orgasm finally hit you, your legs closing around his ears.

As you released yourself from Seungcheol, sitting on his side. He ran his thumb across his wet chin, a subtle gesture that seemed to convey a sense of satisfaction. With eyes closed, he sensually sucked on his thumb, his gaze met yours, a satisfied look played on his face. 

"Is there something more I can do for you?" He asks, caressing your legs.

A teasing smile played on your lips as you whispered in his ear,  your words laced with playful suggestion. His response was a low, involuntary moan, his lips bitten in response to the subtle teasing.

Seungcheol, catching on to the direction of the conversation, asked, "Is that what you want?" Your nod was all the confirmation he needed. 

With a swift movement, he got up, freeing himself from his shorts, revealing there was nothing underneath. His cock lays on his belly, big and proud, the precum already making his tip shiny. 

You positioned yourself, laying your face on the bed and lifting your ass up, glancing back at Seungcheol from over your shoulder. The suggestive pose seemed to elicit a reaction from him.

With a swift motion, he slapped your ass, a grin playing on his lips. "You're naughty," 

He positioned himself, before slamming his dick all inside of you, the veiny cock was stretching your walls, while he hummed how good your pussy was tightening around him.  

"Fuck, I don't even know why we've been buckering like two idiots, you're so hot." He says before his hips start to pick up pace.

The room became a symphony of moans as you mumbled something about how good it felt, your face pressed into the mattress. Seungcheol's hands firmly held onto your body, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he skillfully hit the g'spot.

Seungcheol moaned, expressing the pleasure of the moment. "You feel so good around me, you lil' slut" he muttered.

In response, you announced that you were on the brink of another climax. "I'm cumming again," you whispered.

He eagerly asked, "Yeah?" And with that affirmation, he sped up his hips, sending you into a convulsive release, spasming on the bed.

As you tightened and then relaxed around him, prompting Seungcheol to release. A primal moan escaped him, and he threw his head back, while he pumped his dick, his cum spreading on your ass. Your body collapsed on the bed, the duvet now soft against your skin. Seungcheol laid by your side.

Seungcheol's fingers gently brushed through your hair, a tender gesture that contrasted with the all-the-time-bickering. He leaned in, kissing you with a fiery intensity that left you momentarily breathless, your senses overwhelmed.

As you came back to the present, Seungcheol, a teasing glint in his eyes, asked with a smirk, "Did I knock you out with that kiss, Y/N? Or was it something else?"

"Hmm… I'll kick your balls again" You threatened tiredly.

"No! You won't!" He covers himself and you chuckle closing your eyes.

Double-Cross (my heart and hope to die).

Flirting is not the best strategy to fall towards when you might be arrested. It may have to be your last resort if needed, but you have not reached that point of desperation. Well, not yet at least. But god damn, he looks like he would be a good kisser.

pairing: jung hoseok x reader genre: fluff type: enemies to lovers + police au word count: 9,202 words warnings: none author’s note: i hope the fbi doesn’t come after me for my questionable google searches for research. i understand there are proper police procedures, like not letting the witness go until the full statement is taken, and that abetting crime is an offense, but for the sake of this fic, please disregard that one bit.

➵ bangtan police unit: a collab with @milknotes

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Oh my gosh this was so good. I cant wait to read more.

Empty Space (01) / JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: undercover Police Officer Jungkook; angst, smut

Warnings: Blood and injury, minor character death, mentions of drug dealing, mentions of a raid, break-ins, stalking (nothing too intense), foul language, sexual content, sex dreams, sort of ex-fwbs, police officer kink

Word count: 8.3k (twc: 19.3k)

Series: It started as friendship, turned to a casual fuck, then ended in heartbreak. Turns out, he wasn’t who he said he was, and years later he enters your life again, forcing you to face all the emotions you’d been trying to bury. 

OR Officer Jeon looks really hot in his uniform and you wish you didn’t hate him as much as you do.

Part 01, Part 02

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Rough hands pull you down as your soft ones grip his shoulders, half crescent moons etching their marks, and you know that adds to his pleasure. So do your moans, and your pleas for him to go harder, faster, which he does. His hips meet yours - upward in contrast to your push down south. It’s how he likes to finish - looking up at your fucked out face, beads of sweat decorating the wrinkles on your forehead as you chase your high, mouth parted, repeating his name like a mantra. 

“You’re so beautiful like this, fuck,” he moans, voice so hoarse and he looks as fucked out as you. This is how you like to finish, too - admiring the half-lidded eyes of the man writhing below you, bunny teeth biting his bottom lip and even in the dark, in this angle, you can make out the tiny mole that sits underneath. God, he looks so perfect. 

You end the night like this - limbs intertwined, chests heaving, soft laughter escaping you; he’s a charmer that way. Backs laying flat on the bed now, he turns to look at you with such longing in his eyes, a different kind this time, and you take it for something else - hope. 

“Be with me,” you say. 

Silence.

You see the fearful look in his eyes - or is that regret? Guilt? And then…

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Duplicity

Yoongi lies as easily as he tells the truth, until he meets someone he doesn't want to lie to.

Pairing: Yoongi x F! reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Non-idol police AU, smut, angst

Word count: 6.1k

Warnings: Sexually explicit scenes, explicit language, violence

Dear reader, this is the second part of a trilogy in the same AU, the first part, Rage, features Jimin and the third part, Soft, features Jungkook. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Min Yoongi lies as easily as he tells the truth. A woman once told him about the rush of guilt she felt when she was deliberately duplicitous, the uptick in her heart rate, the innate urge to look away. He’s never felt that.

He knows what people look like when they’re lying though. It’s a skill that came in useful as a rookie detective and that he’s still using on the daily now that he has his own team. He’s often asked to investigate dirty cops, and there’ve been a few of those lately.

Yoongi’s on his way home after an exhausting day. The sister of the woman he’d been in love with, years ago, had got caught up in an explosion downtown. Thankfully she’d been unharmed. His best detective, Park Jimin, is taking care of her, in his capacity as her boyfriend.

Yoongi just wants to get home and get into bed. He’s unlocking his door when the door to the apartment two doors down bangs open. Yoongi looks at his hand holding the key in the lock. He could just turn his hand 90 degrees and his door would open, and just beyond it, is his apartment. His bed.

Yoongi hears a slap, skin on skin, and, stifling a sigh, he turns his head.

There’s a man, around his height, standing over a woman. They seem to be arguing furiously, which Yoongi thinks is probably pointless given they’ve resorted to physical contact to get their points across.

Yoongi hates domestic disputes. He hates the way the system lets recipients of domestic violence down. Last week he’d had to convince a pregnant 15-year-old who’d been strangled by her older boyfriend that she hadn’t asked for it, no matter what she’d said to provoke him.

The man shoves the woman against the wall, hand around her neck.

‘Hey,’ Yoongi calls. ‘Stop that.’

The man doesn’t immediately comply, which is why Yoongi flashes his badge.

‘Come on,’ Yoongi says. He walks up to the couple.

The man looks at Yoongi. Yoongi looks back, impassive. A part of him revels in the idea of the man coming for him. He’s already enjoying the image of the man’s face covered in blood from the broken nose Yoongi’s going to give him.

Yoongi isn’t as zen as Jimin thinks he is, he’s just learned to hide his emotions better.

The man drops his hand and walks away.

Yoongi turns to you. He’s not expecting to be thanked, but he wants to know if you’ve got any injuries that need attention.

You look up at the man who’s just intimidated away your (now ex-) boyfriend.

‘Thanks,’ you say.

Yoongi nods. ‘Don’t let him in to your apartment again. Strangling is a high-risk indicator for future mortality in domestic violence cases.’

You just look at him, so Yoongi says, ‘A man who tries to strangle you when he’s angry is two steps from killing you.’

‘No, I understand,’ you say. ‘I just wasn’t expecting you to save me then quote domestic violence statistics at me.’

Yoongi’s not sure how to take that. ‘Well anyway. Be careful.’

He’s turning to walk back to his apartment when you say, ‘I’m Y/N L/N.’

‘Min Yoongi,’ Yoongi replies. He glances at you just before stepping into his apartment. You’re still there, looking at him.

Yoongi steps inside and closes the door behind him.

***

Yoongi’s bored, but thankfully his bored face is no different from any of his other faces. He’s grateful to his parents for his lack of expression.

Jeon Jungkook, one of his detectives, is reporting back preliminary information from a murder. Yoongi had been at the crime scene with him, and had left for a pointless meeting because the victim turned out to be a relative of a higher up in city hall.

It was a strangulation, and unbidden, you pop into his head. He wonders if you’ve kept your resolve about not allowing that man back into your apartment, into your life.

His attention wanders and is caught by the tiny silver balls in Jungkook’s right eyebrow, another dress-code violation.

‘Can you attend the post-mortem, Detective Jeon,’ Yoongi says, suddenly.

Jungkook visibly blanches. He’s one of the better detectives Yoongi has, not as seasoned as Park Jimin, but he’s got impressive physicality. And an impressively weak stomach.

Jungkook looks imploringly at Yoongi. ‘Jimin’s better at that sort of thing.’

‘Jimin’s got a few witness interviews to conduct,’ Yoongi lies smoothly.

Jungkook doesn’t look happy about it, but he agrees.

Yoongi goes back to working the angles of the case in his head. It’s a mental exercise, one he’s got more used to doing now that he’s a step removed from detective work.

After work he goes for a run. He’s in the lifts in his apartment building after his run when he hears scrambling for the doors.

Yoongi contemplates hitting the door close button but he catches sight of your face and changes his mind.

You’re not alone. You’re holding hands with a girl who looks around 5, who has your eyes.

Yoongi regards you both silently.

‘Hi. This is my daughter, Mara,’ you say.

Yoongi nods. Jesus. Had the girl been in the apartment whilst that man had his hand around your throat?

You’re looking at him carefully. ‘She spends alternate weekends with her dad, my ex-husband.’

Yoongi feels slightly guilty that you’ve so clearly picked up on his judgement. Maybe he’s slipping. He knows that usually people find him difficult to read.

Mara looks at him, curiously.

Yoongi looks anywhere but the two sets of eyes that are burning into him. He waits politely for both of you to exit the lift before he does.

‘Thanks again for the other day,’ you say.

You don’t meet his eyes as you and Mara walk past him towards your apartment.

***

Yoongi’s plucking at the keys of his piano on Saturday morning when he hears a knock at his door.

It’s you, and Mara.

Mara’s holding out a plate with cookies on it.

Yoongi’s not such a prick that he can’t return her smile. She brightens at the change in his expression, and when Yoongi looks up, he sees an identical smile on your face.

Jesus. You two are fucking cute.

‘We were making cookies, and we thought you might like to have some,’ you say.

Yoongi accepts the plate Mara’s holding out. ‘Looks good,’ he says, a little lamely.

‘Chocolate chip,’ Mara says, seriously, as though he might not be able to guess.

‘I like chocolate chip,’ Yoongi finds himself saying. He doesn’t. He’s not even a fan of cookies. He’s never been more grateful for his ability to lie effortlessly.

He’d hate to see either of your smiles dim because of him.

‘Enjoy,’ you say. You and Mara are turning away to leave when Yoongi realises he’s not thanked you.

‘Do you want to come in?’ Yoongi asks. ‘I was going to make coffee.’ He looks at Mara hesitantly. ‘I have juice.’

You and Mara exchange a look, silently consulting each other, and Yoongi waits to hear the outcome.

‘Ok, for a bit,’ you say.

Yoongi doesn’t have visitors often, but he’s a bit of a neat freak, so his apartment looks fairly presentable.

He left his leather shoulder holster on the sofa last night, and he can see you looking at it.

‘My gun’s in a gun safe,’ he says, trying to be reassuring.

You look at him, eyes guileless. ‘Oh, it’s a holster,’ you say.

Now Yoongi’s wondering what you thought it was when you saw it.

Yoongi makes coffee for the both of you, and pours out a glass of juice for Mara.

‘Cookie?’ he asks, pushing the plate towards Mara.

Mara looks to you for permission, and you nod.

‘Got plans for the weekend?’ Yoongi asks you, politely.

You sip your coffee. ‘We’re going to the park later,’ you tell him. ‘And yourself?’

Yoongi’s watching Mara inhale the cookie and trying to recall what the emergency algorithm is for saving choking children.

‘She’s fine,’ you say, and once again Yoongi is struck by how easily you seem to read him.

‘No plans,’ Yoongi says. He might visit his friend Namjoon, he’s just returned from a trip out west.

Mara pauses for breath and gulps her juice.

‘Mara, you’re making mama look bad. Uncle Yoongi probably thinks you haven’t eaten all day.’ You look at Yoongi. ‘She likes cookies. I told her she couldn’t have any more until after lunch.’

Yoongi’s too busy processing the fact that you’ve called him Uncle Yoongi to react.

You get up. ‘Come on, baby, let’s go. Thank Uncle Yoongi for having us.’

Yoongi looks at Mara, and there’s that smile again.

‘Thank you for the cookies,’ Yoongi says.

He walks you to the door and watches until the two of you reach your own door before he goes back in.

***

Yoongi’s back from a run, trying to detach his key from his wrist when your door opens.

You’re struggling with a huge trash bag but that’s not the reason why he’s staring at you.

He’s never seen your bare legs before, and he’s been missing out, because damn. You’re not that tall but they’re long, shapely, and he has a sudden urge to follow the line of them up and under the hem of the tiny black dress you’re wearing. With his tongue.

Yoongi ruthlessly shuts down that line of thought. The last thing he wants is for you to think you’re going to be sexually harrassed by your cop neighbour.

If you notice him staring, you don’t make a big deal about it.

‘Hi Yoongi,’ you say. You smile but Yoongi can see you’re not right.

He lifts the trash out of your arms. You protest and for a moment Yoongi almost thinks you’re going to fight him over who’s going to carry your trash five feet to the chute.

‘All ok?’ Yoongi asks. You’d come with him out of politeness, he thinks, rather than being worried he had some sort of fetish for your trash.

Shit. That’s a warped thing to think. He knew all those years he spent working vice would come back to haunt him. There are some real fucking sickos out there.

You nod. ‘Yeah. I had a date but he stood me up.’ You say it matter of factly but your voice is brittle, your eyes a little shiny.

‘Is that so,’ Yoongi says. Fuck what’s wrong with him? Why does he sound like a character in a western? Is this from that time he was undercover in that mountain town investigating that vigilante group?

‘You look pretty,’ Yoongi offers, trying again.

The smile you give him makes him feel more at ease. ‘Thanks. I felt pretty.’

The way you use past tense makes Yoongi feel sad.

‘Do you and Mara want to come over and watch a movie? I was going to order a pizza,’ Yoongi says.

‘Mara’s with her dad,’ you say. You look horrified. ‘I wouldn’t go on a date and leave her if she was with me. And she never met that asshole you saw the other day. I don’t introduce her to any men.’

Yoongi’s not sure how he was supposed to know that. You’d introduced her to him.

‘I didn’t mean anything by it,’ Yoongi tells you truthfully. ‘Anyway you’re welcome to come over.’

By the time you knock on his door Yoongi’s showered and ordered the pizza. You’ve changed into a sweater and jeans, but your makeup’s still on and your hair is loose. Yoongi wonders if your hair smells as good as it looks.

‘You can pick the movie,’ he offers, hoping to atone for the lustful thoughts about your legs he’d had in the shower. And the way he’d got off to the mental image of those legs wrapped around his head.

If you sense Yoongi’s inner neanderthal, you show no sign of it. You take a seat on his couch, perusing the options with a seriousness that Yoongi finds rather endearing.

Maybe you do have a sense of self-preservation, though, because you pick a zombie flick, a boner killer if he ever saw one. When the pizzas arrive, you tuck in eagerly, similar to Mara with the cookie last weekend.

Yoongi’s worried that he’s finding all this too cute. That he’s finding you too cute.

‘Who was your date?’ he asks, wincing as one of the survivors is mauled by a zombie crowd.

‘Some guy I met online. We talked a few times on the phone. He didn’t even call to tell me. I would have ordered dinner for myself if I’d known he wasn’t going to show. It was a nice restaurant.’ You sound a little more yourself now, and you smile at him.

‘I waited 45 minutes and by then I was too embarrassed to order anything.’

Yoongi watches as you chew your bottom lip. ‘His loss,’ you say. You seem to be concentrating hard on the shopping mall carnage on the screen.

‘It’s just lonely sometimes. Do you have a girlfriend?’

Yoongi laughs as you clap a hand to your forehead.

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean that the way it sounded,’ you apologise. ‘I’m not propositioning you on your couch when it looks like you’ve had a shitty day too.’

Yoongi’s intrigued. ‘My day was fine,’ he tells you.

‘Now I know you’re lying,’ you say to him. ‘Like you were lying about liking chocolate chip cookies.’

Yoongi doesn’t bother to protest, because he’s more curious by how you can tell he’s lying. No one else has ever called him on it before.

‘Your eyes tell,’ you say, before he can ask.

Yoongi watches you snuggle deeper into the couch. You watch the rest of the movie in silence.

***

Park Jimin is undercover, investigating a sex-trafficking ring run out of a string of seedy nightclubs.

Yoongi looks out at the sunrise. He’s sitting on a park bench, away from Jimin because he reeks of alcohol and cigars.

Jimin is impeccably dressed as always, in a maroon suit. His hair looks like he’s been running his fingers through it all night.

‘Fuck. They treat them worse than animals,’ he says. There’s anger in his voice, less than before he took up crochet, but it’s there.

Yoongi passes him the coffee he got him. ‘So take them down, Jimin. Give me what I need to bring them in.’

‘There’s some big client visiting next week,’ Jimin says, tersely. ‘They’re pulling out all the stops for them. I think I’ll have what I need then.’

Yoongi nods. Jimin’s a damn good cop. ‘Let me know if I need to organise a tactical team.’

Jimin sips his coffee. ‘How’s JK?’ he asks.

Yoongi snorts. ‘He isn’t great. His girlfriend broke up with him. He came in yesterday with another piercing, on his lip. Thank god we’re all wearing masks so I can pretend I haven’t noticed it.’

Jimin chuckles. ‘What are you going to do?’

‘I’ll think of something,’ Yoongi says grimly. ‘I heard he threw up on the medical examiner at the post-mortem.’

Jimin gets up. ‘I’m going to catch some shut eye. Fuck I’m too old for this undercover shit.’

‘How’s your girl?’ Yoongi asks.

Jimim’s frown melts into a smile. ‘She’s great. She’s fucking great.’

‘Remember if you hurt her ——‘

Jimin scoffs. ‘I’m not Jungkook, Yoongi. Firstly, I’d never pierce the perfection of this face and secondly I learned long ago not to provoke Min fucking Yoongi.’

***

Yoongi’s stayed late at work today, updating various teams with progress from Jimin’s investigation. He’s waiting at the lifts when the doors open and you nearly barrel into him.

You’re holding a half-asleep Mara in your arms, and your face is drawn with worry.

You look past him like you can’t even see him. Yoongi says your name, and your eyes meet.

Yoongi skips past asking you if anything’s wrong because something clearly is. ‘What’s happened?’ he asks.

You make a conscious effort to gather your thoughts before speaking. Mara shifts in your arms.

‘My mom. She fell over at home and she’s broken her hip. Her neighbour’s at the hospital with her now but she’s got to leave so I need to be there.’

‘I’ll drive you,’ Yoongi says. He doesn’t want to say he doesn’t think you’re in any fit state to drive given how upset you are, but he can’t in good conscience let you drive yourself.

You stare at him, and Yoongi can see your internal debate. ‘It’s two hours away, Yoongi,’ you say.

‘Where’s your car?’ Yoongi asks.

‘Can you drive a stick?’ you ask.

Yoongi resists the urge to tell you about the time he was seconded to the bundespolizei and drove the wrong way at 130 kilometres an hour on the autobahn out of Bavaria.

‘I can drive you,’ he says, gently.

Yoongi knows the town you need to get to. He’s on his best driving behaviour, trying to impress on you that you can trust him to get you there safely.

He can feel your eyes on him.

‘It’s really kind of you to drive us,’ you say. You still sound worried, and it takes Yoongi a moment to work out you’re worried about him.

‘I’ve calmed down now. We’re not too far away. You can turn back and I’ll drop you off and I can drive.’

You do sound better, calmer, but Yoongi has no intention of letting you drive.

‘Why don’t you try and get some rest?’ Yoongi suggests. He glances at Mara, fast asleep in her car seat.

Your hand on his arm feels really good. Your skin is warm. Yoongi wonders idly if your skin is warm all over.

‘The least I can do is keep you company,’ you tell him.

Yoongi wishes you’d stop worrying about him.

‘I did a lot of nights as a beat cop back in the day,’ Yoongi tells you. ‘I’m used to night driving.’

‘Did you always want to be a policeman?’ you ask.

‘I always did as a kid. I fell out of love with it a little, a few years ago.’ Cara flashes into his mind, and Yoongi sighs. ‘I’m getting back into it now.’

You’re getting sleepy, leaning back against your seat. Your shoulders are finally relaxing for the first time since he met you outside the lifts. Yoongi wonders if it’s his voice. He’s been told his voice is calming.

‘I had a case, a few years ago. I was undercover. It was a drug ring out of Thailand. I was on this side, receiving shipments, transporting.’

Yoongi glances at you in the rearview mirror. Your eyes are closed, face relaxed. You’re asleep. He takes a moment to admire your pretty face.

‘There was this woman, the high school sweetheart of one of the bangers.’

Your breathing is deep, even. Your lips part slightly.

Yoongi had been shot twice getting her out. He’d been closer to death than he’d like to remember.

It’d taken months of physical rehabilitation. His shoulder still aches when the weather’s chilly.

He’s got no regrets about what he did for Cara.

For the first time, he realises that he’d do the same for you, and Mara.

Fuck. He’s got it bad.

***

You stir as Yoongi pulls into the driveway of your mother’s house. You take a moment to orientate yourself. He sees your eyes flit from Mara, to the house and finally to him.

You relax when you see him, and Yoongi likes that.

‘I’m sorry,’ you say, voice raspy from sleep. ‘I meant to stay awake.’

Yoongi nods at the house. ‘Do you have keys? I’ll stay with Mara whilst you go to your mom.’

He can see you trying to think.

He kills the engine and you get out, going automatically to the back seat to get Mara.

‘Here. Let me,’ Yoongi says.

He scoops Mara out of her seat. She’s lighter and longer than he expected. She turns her face into his chest, and Yoongi feels an unfamiliar surge of protectiveness. He tries not to think about it too much.

He glimpses a warm, cosy looking living room as he carries Mara through the house, up the stairs.

You lead him to a tiny room, decorated for a girl. Yoongi watches as you pick up a sparkly stuffed unicorn with ridiculous eyelashes, and pulls back the covers. Yoongi lowers Mara into the bed and you tuck her in.

You’re standing so close together in the tiny room Yoongi can feel the warmth of you. You turn to him, and give him a hug.

‘Thank you, Yoongi,’ you say. Your voice is muffled by his coat. Yoongi’s deciding on a respectful place to put his hands when you pull away.

‘My room’s next door, you can sleep there. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Call me if you need to go, ok?’

You’re gone before he realises he hasn’t said anything to you.

Yoongi feels a bit like a voyeur as he looks around your room. He’s not looking for your diary or anything, but he’s too wound up to sleep.

He looks at the pictures on your wall. There are a lot. You’ve always been lovely, to Yoongi you stand out in all of the pictures, with your bright smile and your pretty eyes. There’s a picture of you and a man he assumes is your ex-husband. Yoongi doesn’t see him at all in Mara, she looks just like a smaller version of you.

He opens the closet door. It’s crammed full of clothes, shoes, handbags, athletic gear.

There’s a desk in the corner opposite the double bed, piled with books, and underneath it hiking boots, a backpack.

Yoongi thinks he likes the impression of you he’s got from your room. He’s looking for a charger for his phone. He slides open your bedside drawer.

Fuck.

Now he really does feel like a voyeur.

Yoongi nudges the drawer shut and uses the edge of his sleeve to wipe the handle for prints, like a goddamn criminal.

He shuts his eyes, trying to will away the image of you fucking yourself open with the toy he’s just seen.

His dick has other ideas.

Yoongi gets into bed, trying to ignore the situation in his pants. The sheets smell like you. He buries his face in the pillow and counts backward in 7s from 1000 until he falls asleep.

At first, Yoongi isn’t sure if he’s dreaming still.

There’s an arm around his waist, a face pressed to the centre of his back.

He turns around in the bed. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust.

‘Hey,’ you say. He can’t see enough to read your eyes, but your lips look like you’re smiling at him.

‘Thank you,’ you say. You haven’t moved your arm. It’s still around his waist.

‘Is your mom ok?’ Yoongi asks.

‘Yeah. She’s asleep. She’s having surgery first thing.’

‘Good,’ Yoongi says.

You lean forward and kiss his throat.

Yoongi closes his eyes at the feel of your warm lips. You’re so warm. You work your way up his neck, kissing along his jaw, up to his mouth.

Yoongi has a panicked moment where he can’t remember the last time he brushed his teeth. You don’t seem to mind, though. You’re licking into his mouth like you love the taste of him.

A better man than Yoongi might hold back, might think you’re delirious with tiredness and might not want to take advantage of you in your vulnerable state.

Yoongi’s long accepted that he’ll never be nominated for sainthood.

He pulls you to him and kisses you back with everything he’s got.

‘You want me?’ he asks. His voice is low, gravelly with sleep.

‘Fuck you sound so sexy when you’re half-asleep,’ you say.

Yoongi takes that as a yes.

He slides a hand around your neck, under your hair. He loves the smell of you.

It’s then that he notices you’re wearing a thin t-shirt. Definitely no bra.

Obligingly, you’re pulling off your t-shirt, and now your tits are in his face.

Yoongi wants to tell you how pretty you are, but you’re lifting one of your breasts, fucking offering it to him, and there’s no way he’s saying no.

Yoongi lowers his head to taste you. Your nipple hardens with the first swipe of his tongue, and you make the most beautiful noises he’s ever heard when he starts suckling you.

Yoongi’s so hard he’s leaking into his boxer briefs.

Fuck. Is there a –

‘Top drawer,’ you say breathlessly, like you’ve read his mind.

Yoongi opens the drawer, sees the pack of condoms he didn’t see the first time and pulls one out.

‘Let me,’ you say.

You’re sitting up, getting on your knees. Yoongi initially thinks you can’t see in the dark and that’s why your face is so close but it all becomes clear when your lips close around his cock.

Fuck. Fuuuuuuck.

Your mouth feels like heaven.

Yoongi closes his eyes as you pull off him and unroll the condom onto his cock.

‘Get inside me, Yoongi,’ you plead.

‘Yeah,’ Yoongi grunts.

The way your back arches off the bed when he slides his dick into you – you’re like a work of art.

The sounds you’re making.

The way your fingers are digging into his back like you want him even closer.

Yoongi doesn’t want this to end.

You seem to like his voice, so Yoongi lets you hear him.

‘You’re so pretty, so pretty with my dick inside you,’ he tells you, fucking into you, long, slow.

‘I love the way you sound.’

You moan, and Yoongi’s cock jerks.

‘So fucking good,’ he tells you. He curls a hand around the back of your leg, giving himself more leverage as he thrusts into you.

You’re falling apart under him, and Yoongi loves to see it.

‘Yoongi,’ you cry. Your whole body arches against him, and Yoongi’s trying to hold on, but you feel too good. Another thrust and he’s cumming, spilling into you so hard he’d be worried about splitting the condom if any part of his brain was still functioning.

‘Damn Yoongi,’ you say.

Yoongi ties off the condom and tosses it towards the wastebasket. He pulls you close, buries his face in your hair, and falls asleep.

***

When Yoongi wakes up, you’re curled around him, face against his chest. He lets himself enjoy the feel of you for a moment before reaching for his phone.

No contact from Park Jimin.

Yoongi scrolls through his messages and emails. Experience tells him it’s getting close to the time he needs to get Jimin out of there, no matter what Jimin thinks.

He gets up, finds a spare toothbrush in the medicine cabinet to brush his teeth and gets re-dressed.

You haven’t stirred. You look tired, even in your sleep.

Yoongi’s trying to be quiet in the hallway when Mara’s door opens.

She seems unfazed by his presence.

‘Hello,’ Yoongi says.

‘Is mama sleeping?’ she asks.

‘Yeah,’ confirms Yoongi. ‘You want breakfast?’

Mara considers this. ‘Ok. I need to brush my teeth.’

This seems important to her.

‘Can you do it yourself?’ Yoongi asks, curious.

‘Mama usually does it for me.’

Yoongi’s never brushed anyone else’s teeth before but he wants you to sleep a little longer, so he takes Mara to the bathroom.

He’s sighing with relief over finishing brushing Mara’s teeth, when he realises she’s dancing a little.

‘Need the potty?’ he asks.

Mara nods.

‘I’ll wait outside. Can you do it yourself?’

‘Yes.’

Yoongi stands outside the bathroom door waiting for Mara to come out.

‘I need to get dressed next,’ Mara says. She’s already decided he’s such a buffoon he needs walking through all the steps of getting ready in the morning.

Yoongi waits in the hallway whilst she gets dressed.

‘The kitchen’s downstairs,’ Mara tells him. She’s got changed into a pink top and pink leggings. Yoongi likes the way she’s committed to a single block colour.

He needs to introduce her to her fashion soulmate Park Jimin.

Yoongi follows Mara to the kitchen.

‘Pancakes?’ she asks, hopefully.

‘Yeah,’ Yoongi says. He can make pancakes.

He pours her a glass of milk and gets to work.

Yoongi’s sipping his coffee whilst Mara chews her way through the stack of pancakes he’s made.

He hears a noise at the kitchen door and realises you’ve woken up.

There’s an expression on your face he’s never seen before.

It almost looks like you’re – crying? He was hoping you’d be happy.

Yoongi’s about to ask if you’re ok when his phone rings.

It’s Jimin.

***

Yoongi’s got his rifle braced against his shoulder. He’s on the roof of the building next to the club where the meeting with the ‘big client’ is taking place tonight.

He’s got a crystal-clear line of vision to the leader of the sex-trafficking ring. Any sign of a threat to Jimin and Yoongi’s going for a kill shot.

His earpiece crackles.

Jimin’s bugged the shit out of the room the meeting is in. They have more than enough to take the ring down.

And yet –

Jimin’s still there. He’s not signalled for help, or for the team to come in and start making arrests.

Jimin’s waiting for something, and Yoongi’s willing to wait with him until he gets it.

He trusts Jimin’s judgement implicitly.

Yoongi shifts. You’d given him a hell of a kiss goodbye when he’d left this morning.

He can’t wait to see you again.

Yoongi snaps to attention when he hears someone mention Hungary.

Fuck. Europe’s involved? Interpol’s going to have a field day.

Yoongi looks down the scope. A man’s just rushed into the room.

Yoongi’s not in the room, but he recognises the set pieces of a bad situation when he sees them.

He puts four pounds of pressure on the five-pound trigger.

Jimin sets off his help signal.

Yoongi starts taking down the bad guys.

***

Jimin’s been extricated from the meeting room unharmed. There’s blood in his blond hair still, staining it an odd dirty copper colour, and his suit is ruined, but Yoongi’s never been so glad to see him.

‘Thanks for saving my ass, hyung,’ Jimin says. He sounds casual, but he looks at Yoongi seriously when he says it.

‘You take too many risks,’ Yoongi tells him.

Jimin ignores him. ‘You left it a little late to take that guy who had his knife out down.’

‘That wasn’t me,’ Yoongi tells him.

Jimin’s disappointed. ‘Jesus. Did you even try to save me?’

Yoongi’s pretty sure he got the other five guys apart from the knife guy, but he doesn’t want Jimin to get too comfortable.

‘You take too many risks,’ he says again.

Jimin’s distracted by an emotional Jungkook.

‘Hyung,’ Jungkook says. He pulls Jimin into a hug.

Jimin taps Jungkook on the shoulder to loosen his hold. ‘I’ve missed you too, JK.’

Yoongi’s phone rings. He motions to Jungkook.

‘There’s been another strangulation. Back to work, Jungkook.’

Jungkook nods. ‘You coming to the crime scene with me?’

‘I’ve got another meeting,’ Yoongi says. He has to brief the Interpol team on Jimin’s investigation.

Yoongi gestures to Jimin. ‘Go get cleaned up, Jimin. Don’t let your girl see you looking like that.’

‘Sure,’ Jimin agrees. ‘I’ll have my report on your desk in a couple hours.’

Yoongi raises an eyebrow. Jimin’s notoriously slow with his paperwork, so he’ll believe it when he sees it.

Jungkook snorts. ‘Do you mean a couple of months?’

‘Why haven’t you left yet?’ Yoongi asks, turning his gaze to Jungkook.

Jimin looks affectionately in Jungkook’s direction as he leaves. ‘I’ll try and get it done this week,’ he promises Yoongi.

‘Take it easy, Jimin,’ Yoongi says. He puts his hand on Jimin’s shoulder. ‘Up for a beer later?’

‘Yeah,’ Jimin says. He runs a hand through his hair, grimacing slightly as shards of glass fall out and scatter on Yoongi’s desk.

Yoongi lets his displeasure be known by the way he pushes his now glass-filled coffee mug out of the way.

Jimin leaves, and Yoongi checks his phone.

No word from you.

He gets back to work.

***

Yoongi’s trying to play it cool. You’re back from your mom’s, she’s recovering from her surgery well.

You’ve invited him over, taking pains to tell him Mara’s going to be picked up by her dad tonight and she’ll be with him all weekend.

He figures you’ll watch a movie together, maybe grab dinner.

If you end the night with a kiss, he’ll be more than happy. He’s trying not to have expectations.

But fuck, now that he’s had a taste of you, he can’t help but want more.

Yoongi knocks on your door, and a man answers.

They’ve never met, but he recognises him from that photo in your room.

This must be Mara’s dad.

The man holds out a hand. ‘You must be Yoongi. I’m Heung-Min, Mara’s dad.’

Yoongi shakes his hand. ‘Yoongi,’ he says.

He’s saved any further awkward conversation by Mara walking up to him. ‘Hi Uncle Yoongi,’ she says.

Yoongi returns her smile. ‘Nice to see you again, Mara.’

‘Can you make me pancakes when I get back?’ she asks.

Suddenly you’re there, rolling your eyes. ‘She won’t stop going on about your pancakes,’ you say.

You look beautiful. You lean forward to give him a kiss.

Yoongi relaxes at your touch. He wasn’t expecting to meet Mara’s dad, but he seems a nice enough guy, and you and Mara are as charming as you ever were.

‘Come on, let’s go,’ Heung-Min says. He pulls the lapels of Mara’s coat together, kneeling down to do up the zip.

‘See you Sunday,’ he says to you.

Yoongi watches as he leans down to kiss you on the cheek, hand on your shoulder.

Unexpectedly, Mara gives him a hug. ‘See ya, Uncle Yoongi.’

Yoongi and Heung-Min exchange a look as he leaves with Mara. Yoongi files it away to think about later.

Is this how mature adults behave?

He’s distracted from his thoughts by your arm sliding around his waist.

‘What do you want to do?’ you ask. You tilt your chin, eyes meeting his.

Yoongi’s trying not to stare at your lips.

‘Maybe watch a movie? Grab dinner?’ he suggests.

‘Yeah, sounds good,’ you say, easy. ‘But can we fuck first?’

Yoongi’s surprised, but he shouldn’t be. He’s just had a demonstration of how open and honest you are.

It’s making him feel a little bad about his general duplicity.

Then he remembers how you’ve never been taken in by any of the lies he’s told.

‘No,’ he says, straight faced. ‘Let’s have dinner first.’

You just laugh. ‘You need to work on your lying face, Yoongi,’ you advise him.

Yoongi’s mulling it over as he follows you to your bedroom. Then he realises your top is off. Then, somehow, your jeans are off.

You’re sitting on the edge of the bed in your black lingerie, and fuck. Yoongi doesn’t think he can play it cool any longer.

‘Come on, Yoongi,’ you say, smiling at him.

Yoongi’s ready. Fuck, he’s ready.

***

Yoongi’s got your thighs wrapped around his head, and the reality of it is a thousand times better than how he imagined it.

The sounds coming out of you are making him impossibly hard.

Yoongi nudges your clit with his nose and curls his tongue into you. Your hips buck against his face, and Yoongi redoubles his efforts.

You taste so good he thinks he could do this all night.

‘Yoongi!’ you gasp.

Yoongi hums at you. ‘Like it?’ he asks.

‘Don’t stop,’ you plead.

Yoongi can feel the pulsing of your orgasm, your pussy fluttering around his tongue, even before you cry out.

You sound so fucking good.

You tug at his hand. ‘Get up here, Yoongi.’

Yoongi obliges, and you kiss him breathlessly. ‘You’re so good, so good,’ you moan.

Yoongi lets you push him back onto the bed.

You climb on top of him, pussy rubbing against him. You’re so wet still.

He looks at you, at your beautiful face, flushed and sheeny with sweat, and he thinks, fuck. I think I fucking love you.

He doesn’t think he’s said it out loud, but your smile could light up the sky.

You’re lining him up against you, sinking down on him, sheathing his cock within you.

Yoongi’s done a lot of things in his lifetime, but he doesn’t regret anything.

He doesn’t regret a single fucking thing, because they’ve all led him to you.

You’re talking, and Yoongi snaps to attention.

‘Come on, Yoongi,’ you say. You sound almost amused.

Yoongi doesn’t make you ask again.

©hamsterclaw 2022

This series was so good. I couldn't stop reading it when I started.

Criminal

You and your partner, Taehyung, are investigating the murder of a lawyer. Your investigation forces you to uncover truths that hit a little too close to home.

Pairing: Jungkook x F!reader, platonic Taehyung x F!reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Non-idol AU, smut, angst

Word count: 16.5k

Warnings: Sexually explicit scenes from the outset, explicit language, murder, domestic violence, mentions of suicide. Unsuitable for minors.

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Soulmate Verse : Twisted (KTH)

Summary :  You were the agent undercover on a mission.It has been a month that you hanged around some gang stuff.Everything seemed to be easy and smooth sailing or so you thought.Two factors changed your mind comepletely. First was your tattoo start burning without any reason to explain it.Second was your plan got ruin by a police officer,who has ego higher than mount everest,and captured you.What the hell was going on? 

Author POV.

“Mission on board..here me?”

“Yes miss!”

The sound answer back.Checking everything escpecially her eyes plug,she decides to move forward for the second plan.She is dressing in a black long dress with side cut to shiw her leg.It hovers her parefectly and show her curves. 

“Let’s end this game.” 

Month ago

“Y/N,here’s the file for your next mission.”

You collected the black folder case.Opened and read every details inside it.Not going to lie but everything in here it seemed interesting.You had no hesitation in your mind to accept the job.

From that day,you continued research more about those group.A few times you got inside their bars,their company and many other places that involved their business.Making sure your got everything from them before building the plan.

“So they’re having a party in their Yatch.Get me an invitation.”

“Yes miss.”You subordinate took care of it as you ordered.

Continue the story

You enter the Yatch which is full of rich people.There are gangs,politicians and business people all over the Yatch.‘Secret my ass’ You think before step on board.

“Invitation.”One of the guard block your way.You roll your eyes in annoyance before send it to him.He checks and asks few questions.You answer all of them and decide to hurry things up.

“Sorry but I have a meeting so can you hurry up?”

The guard then let you leave with no more question.First step complete,second is progressing.You decide to give yourself a tour around the Yatch first. Collecting information from the conversation here and there,that’s enough for you to start second step.

When the event start,you secretly enter main deck where every files and important list of peeple are there.Knocking out the guard one by one,you finally arrive in front of the metal door.Spin the metal wheel,the door unlock.

“Here we go,my final.”

Taehyung POV.

“Sir we ready.”

“Then start the mission.”

All of my men seperate all over the venue.I,myself,walk toward the main deck to find the files and send to the headquater.I stroll along the way down the corricor until I find the place.

To my surprise,The guards around there knock down by someone.Something looks suspicious here.I hope the other gangs get it.I am going to destroy this loop by myself.I enter the open door,carefully step in.

‘No one,impossible.’I become even more careful after find and emoty room.

*crack*

‘Like I thought.’

“Come out or I blow your head.”

I threat.Gun point at the sound source.I am really sure someone is inside here with me.The figure show up with gun also pointing at me.Nice body....wait,what am I thinking.Taehyung,focus on your mission. 

Just then she dodger me and start to live the room.I follow her out and block her way.We both start fighting for the file which still in her hand.She’s a fierce on,I could tell.

“Sir,you got it?The team will arrive soon.”

“Yeah got it.”

Y/N POV.

‘Such a pest’ I think to myself while fighting to get free from this guy.Why I need to have someone tail behind right now.All of sudden my grip on the guy loose,my tattoo is burning my skin like fire.

“Ouch”With that,he uses this opportunity to cuff my with hand cuff.

“What the hell!”I whisper scream.

“You’re coming with us.”And then that guy talk something into his ear pieces and drag me along with him.

‘This is great.’

I am sitting inside the ruin dusty metal bars.What the fuck is happening again? I want to finish my mission and here I am,in this room.Just then one of the officer bring me out and push me in the white room.

“Sit.”

“Who the hell are you? And don’t order me.”

“I’m the leader here and I suggest you to sit before I command my men to drag you out and let the judge sentence you to death.”

“Don’t you dare to threat me!”

Author POV.

The interogation process is a mess.Both of them nearly fight inside the room.No one really dare to get inside since that’s the order from their leader.Someone then enter and everyone bow.

“Stop you both.”

“Sir.”Taehyung turn toward the cheif and bow.You throwa dagger to him with a stare.

“What is this mess,uncle?”Taehyung raise his head up and look at the figure in front of him.‘Uncle?’One word that become a question to him.

“So you decide to not tell me that you let this guy*point at Taehyung*interfer my mission?Give me a good reasons right now.”

“You are a stubborn kid who solo the mission without being aware of your life. Can’t I worry about my neice?”The cheif reply.

“If you were worry,you wouldn’t let me train 15 years ago.”

Y/N spit the hurtful fact about her life.The cheif sign and then continue to explain Taehyung about you.The guy only nod and speak nothing.He’s still confuse the relationship between the cheif and this girl.

“So I decide from now the case you will handle with Taehyung.”

“What!”

Few weeks later

“I’m the leader!”

“No I’m the leader!”

In the meeting of his team and yours,it doesn’t go really well.‘Both of you are good,you will get along.’ No that’s not gonna happen in any minute and your subordinates can see that quiet clear.

“Sir we have problem...”And before he finish,the electric start to go off.

“Hi ladies and gentlemen,how are you guys doing?”

“Bastard”Both of you grit your teeth.Knowing well who is he.

“Well chill....I can see you guys team up already.What a nice little plan.However, make sure that you guys won’t be late for my party.I’m waiting.”

The screen turn off again.You and Taehyung need to quit this little game right away and start planning everything.His team will take care of information while yours will take care of operation plan.It’s easy for your team to handle operation team.You are the top spy afterall.

“Boss we get his location.What next?”One of your coworker ask.

“Be ready,we’ll arrive there soon.”

You decide not to tell Taehyung and his team since this is your mission.You want to work this out alone.Little do you know,your body isn’t fine for the past few days.After the day that you tattoo burnt or it was just youe feeling.Your body so getting weaker.

“Lucky it was on my left arm.”You wrap a pain relieve up with the bandage around it.Then you continue to dress for the mission.

“What are you,super hero?”

“I can handle myself!”

“Shut it,I won’t let you ruin this!”

Talking about your mission,it was smooth sailing.One thing that piss you off are Taehyung standing here and arguing with you right now.No one dare to enter the room,not when you both consumed by anger and try to kill each other.

“Missy listen here,you uncle order is important to me.”

“But not to me.”

“Can’t you quit that stubborn attitude and let’s work this out together?”

“I’m not gonna work with the one that ruin my plan.”You boil with anger.Shouting back and forth with him like it’s a battle.However,that stop when you feel your arm burn again.

Taehyung whose patient is now below than zero grab your arm.You yelp out with pain.‘Bsastard why need to be there?’ You curse in your head.HE notices it immediately and takes off your bandage.Revealing the red burn around the tattoo which is like a hole for something.

“You need to rest.”He speaks with cold demanding voice.You startle with how his attitude change.He leaves the room.You look at your tattoo and back to the door.

‘It’s not possible,is it?’ Last thing Taehyung think in his head before he leaves.

Time Skip

“So this is our plan.We’re going to lure them out into a cruise...”Taehyung explain the plan, but you didn’t listen one a bit.You feel like you aren’t yourself today.Head throb with pain.

“Y/N stay here,you guys dismiss.”The others go out one by one.Worrry is written on their face.Preparing themselves to hear both of them argue loudly in this room again.They are all worry their leaders,but afraid to interfer.

Taehyung explain the plan and discuss with you.You quite surprise of his new side,calm yet serious at the same time.You never see this side of him. Wondering how this guy who arrogant and full of himself change into someone that speak calmly yet you can feel his dangerous aura.

MIssion Day

“Woh our captain is sexy as hell.”

“Yeah wish we can see her in swimming suite again after this.”Your subordinates whisper to each other so do Taehyung.He suppress his thirst and focus on the plan.

Your subordinates and his dress as if they are apart of big mafia.Taehyung is the boss while you are his assistance.You all cover the identity really well.Some of you need to make over especially you and Taehyung since you both might already be in the information base.

“Thanks for making this deal with us,Mr.V”One of the member speak.

“Not a problem,I think we should relax a bit and let’s enjoy my party.”Taehyung gesture to the girls that we hire for fake party.Their leader nod.He easily gets in the trap.

The party start and everything is under the control of you guys.None of them notice that this wasn’t a party and you all weren’t a mafia group.When there’s a chance,one by one disappear.Leaving the leader with you.

“Gotcha”You speak and handcuff him.

“Wait what is this?”

“You’re under the arrest.”Taehyung speak with his gun pointing at the guy.The guy then smirk and all of sudden kick you and get your gun.You stand up and fight with the guy.

*click bang*

The sound from gun appear.Taehyung doesn’t why he mad all of sudden,but he use his gun then slap that guy.Knocking the man which in a second lay on the wooden floor.

“No I’m fine.”You speak.You head is spinning and your blood run cold.You feel like you’ll knock out in any moment.‘No not yet.’You mumble with yourself and clear eveything with Taehyung.

“Y/N!!!”

A week later

“No I’m not going to listen to this bullshit!”You shout.One week in hospital wasn’t  something you expect.Well there is one thing far worse than staying in the hospital anyway.

‘Miss this is the sign of you rejecting your soulmate.If you continue,it might be so dangerous that it will be fatal pain.’

“No it’s not him!”You scream out.You can’t believe that your soulmate is Taehyung.Why on earth?You want to go and find god and slap him really hard. Maybe that will make him gain some sense that you and him weren’t a good partner.

“You can’t ignore your fate.”The last thing your uncle say before he leave the room.You sigh and look out the window.

In this pass week,Taehyung atiitude changed completely.You don’t know if it’s because he know that you’re his soulmate or other reason.You can’t trust him yet.Even though,he seemed to be nicer than before.

“Maybe he changes because of soulmate thing.”

On the other hand,Taehyung went crazy when he found out.He didn’t think that his guess would be true.It made him fell for you more than he had.His big secret was a crush on you and you didn’t know.You can say it’s love at first sight. Knowing you’re his soulmate makes everything clear for him.

Attempt #1

“Let me give you a drive back home.”

“I say get lost,Kim!”

Attempt #2

“Flowers for you.”

“I don;t like flowers.”*throw them into a bin*

Attempt #3

“I heard from the other day that today is your birth-”

“If you buy me a present,I’ll return it immediately.”

*Later on in the evening,the dilivery land on your house* “Miss,the order is here.”

Attempt #4

“Are you free tonight?”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s go on a date.”

“Then no,I’m not free tonight.”

Sadly that he needs to put effort to get his girl.His coworkers notice it and they help him.Yes,they still afraid of him.However,seeing him smile and many attitude change make them want to help their leader.

*knock knock*

“Jagi what’s that?”Taehyung ask.You startle and hide his diary.

“ No..noyhing.”Taehyung gaze at you and give suspicious look.He notices you hide something so he walk closer and closer.

“You know...naughty girl should be punish right?”He smirks and you gulp. Leaning closer until his face is in front of you.Staring deep to reach your soul, you freeze in place.Using that chance,he gets the diary from you.

“Tsk..tsk..tsk...”You smile with your face drain the color.Knowing what will come for you.You then run out while Taehyung chase you from behind.

“Yah! stop it Kim Tae-”

“Gotcha.”He carry you back toward your share bedroom.Ending up exhausted from laughing too much.You both lay down and catch your breathe.

“Still hurt?”He asks while caress the tattoo area.You shake  your head.Then he kiss it gently.

“Not anymore.Not when I accepted you that day.”He smiles genuinely.Caress your face he peck your lips.The pairs of cherry lips land on you feel really soft as if it’s a cushion.

“Thank you,for accepting me.”

First you chased someone.The next moment someone chase you.What a plot twist you having there?Well you won’t complain anyway since you end up getting your soulmate.

Lovers’ Paradox.

Every time he gloats over you, you just want to punch him in the face to shut him up. With your fist or maybe with your mouth. You still aren’t quite sure which one to use yet. Possibly both.

pairing: min yoongi x reader genre: comedy, slight angst, fluff type: enemies to lovers + police au word count: 10,542 words warnings: a bunch of sexual innuendos author’s note: happy birthday to my mean ho, pablo, fellow yoongi appreciator, and the bestest friend in the entire universe @zephyoongist​ (i have a longer note for you at the bottom!)

➵ bangtan police unit: a collab with @gukstudio​

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Lieutenant Min Yoongi had stationed himself at his desk for three hours already, starting from when he came in at six a.m. sharp, and practically inhaled the coffee he had bought from the quaint hole in the wall cafe near his apartment. Despite already downing the largest cup he could order from the shop, he no longer felt the effects of the extra shots of expresso and was forced to drink the watered-down version offered at his workplace. With more caffeine than actual rivulets of carmine running through his veins, Yoongi practically fuels his sleep deprived body with lethal doses of the stale and caustic coffee provided at the Bangtan Police Station.

The crisp sheets of paper from the latest case file he is examining are spread out across his desk in somewhat of a disarray, the original order he had put it in four hours ago now long gone, as he continuously rifles around for certain tidbits of information that can piece the solution together. Picking up what is now his third cup of coffee, he mumbles a variation of curses under his breath when he sees that he had been using the case’s manila folder as a coaster, glaring disdainfully at the blatant brown ring staining the front of the file. He is beginning to lose feeling in his backside, and his mind toys with the thought of taking a nap in one of the cots set up in the backroom. Yet, he cannot take his eyes away from the evidence laid out in front of him; the solution is right there—he can feel it beneath his fingertips as he trails them across the ridged papers and the dark ink.

Three rapid knocks are heard against the glass of his office door, and Yoongi looks up to see Hoseok—his second-in-command sergeant and long-time police partner—enter the room, nervously biting his lower lip. A deeper crease forms between his furrowed eyebrows as Yoongi takes one glance at the worried and tense expression adorning Hoseok’s ordinarily cheery face. He finally speaks up, his voice cracking slightly from disuse. “What is it, Hoseok?”

“Organized Crime sent their sergeant here to work on that case with you.” Hoseok gestures towards the opened file. “Apparently, it’s connected to a string of gang induced murders they’ve been tracking, and—”

“Oh, fuck, no.” Yoongi interrupts, rubbing his temples as he closes his eyes. “Please don’t tell me it’s—”

“Guess I’m stuck with you again. I’d say it’s a pleasure to work with you again, but it really isn’t, so let’s just cut the crap and get straight to it, pretty boy.”

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Curiosity Killed the Cat: Part 1

Summary:

You run a crime syndicate, an empire, a kingdom of chaos, and nothing can stop you. Not even Korea’s most elite special task force that is specifically designed to take you down. Yet there is something different about these men, something you just can’t figure out. But didn’t they say curiosity killed the cat?

Notes:

Inspired by What if… the guys were the detectives, and you were the kingpin? | BTS OT7 au by @jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue.

Warnings: Blood, Physical Violence, Usage of guns, Unsettling behaviors(sadism, obsession, possessiveness), Threats of Murder and Violence, Mentions of death, Implied death, Implied Stalking, Implied drinking, sexual innuendos.

Please alert me immediately if I missed a warning.

The first chapter to Curiosity Killed the Cat. I really liked how this chapter turned out as I don’t write too often but hopefully you guys will enjoy it. I’ll try to make the next chapter longer.

Edit: For some reason the ordering of the story got mixed up. It should make much more sense now.

Find the prologue here. 

Read on ao3 here.

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I’ve been writing a #kingarthur2004 inspired original fic for 20 years now featuring a modern version of Arthur, Lancelot and Guinevere, where Lancelot and Guin are siblings and Lance and Arthur have a long standing friendship and love affair. Arthur is the son of a famous cop (and becomes one) and Lance’s father is a jerkbag crooked businessman that Arthur’s father Uther spent almost his whole life trying to take down. What happens when their sons meet and discover they’re meant for one another?

This art was commissioned by me and drawn by plasticlamb on instagram.