ChasingRain
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It's moments like this that make Taehyung panic. The open derision on each courtier's face, the scorn of his brother as he turns from his prey. The slit of Park Jimin's eyes, just barely open and dark and hateful, as Taehyung swallows and squares his shoulders and says—
"I want to claim him."
The tides of war change, and sweep Taehyung and Jimin along with them.
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As midnight strikes, the curtains, just like Yoongi thought, open and they reveal the Gumiho.
Yoongi wasn't expecting this.
He heard stories of Gumihos, of horrible and cruel demons that craved blood, who looked half human and half foxes, bloody creatures who appeared as cunning as they were. But from where Yoongi is standing, all he can see is a young man.
He can't be much younger than him and—and there's nothing cruel to him. The third floor is high and Yoongi can't really see him well, but he knows that there is nothing horrible about his features, nothing that could have him thinking that the young man is a fox.
All Yoongi knows, at this point, is that the Gumiho looks beautiful. -
tap down those boots while i beat around by rapsucka (sonyeondanbiased)
Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
15 Feb 2017
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“Is it bad?” Namjoon interjects. Jimin glances down from the spot behind his boyfriend’s head on the wall that he had been focusing on to see that Namjoon is a wreck; wringing his hands in his lap and biting the inside of his lip. “Sex with me, is it bad?”
“No,” Jimin exclaims, brows furrowed in confusion. God, no. Sex with Namjoon- making love with Namjoon is just that; it’s sweet and gentle and passionate. Namjoon fucks him slow and deep and cradles his head in his hands and stares at him with something like awe in his eyes; he’s so open and honest, so pliant under Jimin’s touch and always so eager; and fuck, if Jimin isn’t always thinking about how those traits would translate to Namjoon being submissive for him.
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“You know,” Jimin mumbles quietly, his cheek squished against the cool surface of Jungkook’s comforter. “When I pictured this party going wrong, I thought it’d be something like me getting bodily trapped in the middle of your weird feelings-heavy orgy, or you riding that unicorn pool float down the flooded street in 60 mile-per-hour winds, or maybe Jin trolling the background of a Jim Cantore broadcast in his rainbow Speedo and his cowboy hat.” He clenches his jaw and swallows hard, the action straining his throat. “I didn’t expect-”
“Taehyung?” Jungkook offers quietly, gaze still glassy with alcohol as he leans forward to rest his chin on Jimin’s shoulder.
Jimin sighs mournfully, even as his heart rate kicks up. “Definitely didn’t expect Taehyung.”
((Or, Hurricane Party AU where the weather’s bad but the party’s badder.))
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Jung Hoseok has always been straight, and he likes knowing that. It keeps life simple, without complications, and he's never felt the need to step across the shadowed line to the other side to see what might be found. Never, that is, until an obscenely handsome Kim Seokjin kisses him, more prank than reality, and suddenly he can think of little else but what's lurking over those dark borders waiting for discovery. But he doesn't know how to ask, and Seokjin doesn't seem inclined to help, and the only thing Hoseok knows now is that he's in a lot of fucking trouble.
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- Part 2 of Bangtan Is Bad At Feelings