Elevator

reader x hoseok ; smut ;  by admin shooga

word count :: 1153

Work is just a boring part of life that you tend to everyday. Nothing about it is special or fun. But there is this one reason you look forward to everyday, your attractive boss. Every morning you two both arrive around the same time and get into the same elevator. Well, there was only one elevator from the parking garage to up the Building. It was usually only just you and him, nothing usually goes on. There's just an awkward silence that occupies the space. For some odd reason, you see him, some type of switch turns on and you get automatically horny. Maybe it was a switch of lust. Everyday day is pretty much a struggle to calm your lust, but you know damn well you wanted to be there alone with him.

"Oh morning, y/n." Your boss said.

"Morning!"

"How're you doing?"

"Ah, okay I guess.."

"Gah, well just make sure you're prepared for today!"

While you bowed your head and raised it up, he winked at you and smiled. Then the elevator dinged for you two to leave. You took separate paths. Your boss, Hoseok or Mr. Jung, was in charge of the department you were working in. Today was a start of a very big assignment that calls for everyone in the same department to put effort and make it happen. You were lucky enough to work along side of Mr. Jung. You quickly settled your belonging down and went to the break room to grab yourself a drink to prepare yourself for the long day ahead.

The work was busy. Constantly walking back and fourth, you got tired real quick. But when it was all over, you were relieved. Mr. Jung, announced that he be treating your compartment out for dinner. He asked if your were coming, but you were so tired, you just didn't want too. But somehow that man got you to join along or maybe secretly you just wanted to go to be with him.

Everyone headed to the elevator. It was a little cramped but all of you managed. You somehow ended up besides him in the corner and you two made eye contact and smiled. At the next floor below, the elevator was stopped and a little bit more people squeezed their way in. Out of no where you went from beside him to right in front of him. Your back against his chest, your ass against well, his bulge. Your eyes widen as you realize the position you two were in and that switch turned on again. You made a small smirk to yourself as you pretend to get squished and walk back a little more pressing your whole back against his. His bulge was slowly growing and getting hard against your ass. You were so close to him to where you heard his heart beating and him trying to catch his breath. To create more room, you bent over and set your work bag besides you. While bending over, you pressed your ass against his hard bulge.

As you stood up, his pair of big hands turned you over to face him. His hand pushed you towards him, instead of your ass, now his bulge is pressing hard into your female area. He leaned towards your ears and whispered, "you've been naughty girl for teasing me too much, Miss y/n." He nibbled your ear as you began to get wet under your skirt causing you to bite your lips hard. At that moment the elevator arrived at the first floor, everyone was so busy talking excitedly and walking that they didn't even realize what happened in the elevator. As you reach for your bag, his arm stopped you and he whispered in your ear, "Go back to my office, I'll be Right there." You nodded and stayed in place as he walked past you, his hard bulge some how manage to disappear as he walked to the group of employees.

"Ah, sorry guys, I realize I have a tad bit more work to finish."

"What?!"

"But boss..."

"Haha, you guys go ahead and treat yourself just put it under my tab. The owner knows who I am so don't worry. You guys enjoy, you guys deserve it."

"Thank you!"

"Will you come later?"

"Depending if my work takes long or not.."

With that last statement a small smirk appeared on his face as he thought of you. The employees left to go celebrate. Mr. Jung, clutched on his bag and headed back to his office where you were waiting. In the office you fixed your hair and unbuttoned some of the buttons on your blouse and reapplied on your lipstick. As you set your bag down, the door opened to revealed Mr. Jung. He walked in, locking the door behind him. He threw down his work bag and walked towards you. He picked you up, kissing you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. The kiss was deep, tongue against tongue. You both pull back from lack of air. Your lips went down onto his neck and sent pecks. He set you down on his desk, "Hey babe, don't leave marks.."

You sighed and nodded you pecked his neck a few more time before you start to unbutton his shirt. You hand ran through his carved abs and smiled to yourself.

"You must fuck a lot of your employees hm?"

You looked up at his face and smirked.

"Nah, I only fuck who I want and I rarely find those annoying girls fuckable."

He went down and tugged on your skirt off, revealing your fancy lace green panties semi wet from earlier. He chuckled, "How did you know green was my favorite color? It's sexy on you."

"Lucky, i guess.", you giggled. You slid off your panties leaving your bottom half open and out. He took off his pants leaving him his hard bulge in his undergarment. Along with his pants, his undergarment went off too. His member was throbbing and he pumped it a few times to get ready. Aligning his member with your opening, he walked closer into you and pushed it in. You moaned as he pushed in and out. With every movement forward your moans increased volume. He put his lips on yours to try to make you quiet. His hips was rolling against yours. His movement were perfect. He wasn't fast and sloppy nor was he slow and steady. He seemed to be going on his own perfect pace and still get the spots that gets you the most. Both reaching your high, he pulled out of you before he released. He cleaned the mess and helped you down the desk and into your clothes.

"Lets go to the party."

"They probably went home now.", you giggled and grabbed your bag.

"Well, I guess I'll take you home with me."

Doctor Yoongi

suga x reader ; smut ; by admin shooga

word count :: 1719

Opening your agenda, you saw printed in bold black letters, DOCTOR'S APPOINTMENT. "Dammit", you thought as you grabbed your belongings. You didn't hate going to the doctors but you weren't a big fan of going to the doctors either. Well what's the point of going in for check ups when you hardly get sick anyways? You sighed as you get into the car and drove to your local doctor's office. When arriving, you entered the empty looking building. There was hardly any people there, maybe just one or two people in the waiting room and like three employees in their desk area. You walked up to one of the desks.

"Hi, I'm here for the 2:30 appointment."

"Ah, okay, please fill out this information sheet."

"Thank you."

You took the handed clip board with the paperwork. You sighed as you went to sit down in an empty seat away from everyone and began filling out the information. Once you were done you went back to the front desk and handed back the person the filled out information.

"Thank you, please wait!"

You nodded at the response and went back to the same seat. It was only a few minutes before the nurse came out and called your name.

"Y/N?" You looked and saw the nurse. You followed the nurse and finished the basic check ups. She told you to wait in the room for the doctor. You were supposedly meeting with Doctor Min today. "He must be new..." you thought. In fact he was a new doctor. There was a conversation outside the door. They were trying to whisper and keep their calm but that wasn't working out.

"Have you seen the new doctor?"

"The one with black hair, right?"

"Yessss! He is so fine, I wonder how long it took for him to finish medical school, he looks young..."

"I wonder if he's taken, I'd sure like it if he'd take me on a date, I'm so tired of those guys on the dating website."

"Girl I know right... Oh shit he's coming."

The two people left at the sound of loud footsteps hitting hard against the tile floor. There was a loud knock against the door that sent cold chills up your spine. The door opened to reveal a young man, semi tall, black hair, with creamy white skin in a white Doctor lab coat. His facial expression was serious. He walked in and stood in front of the door. You were right, he was new. "I'm Dr. Min Yoongi, but call me Dr. Yoongi. You must be Y/N, Y/LN. (Your First Name, Your Last name)"

His voice was deep, and all you could do was nod in response. He moved to the side counter and set down his clipboard, not once did your eyes leave him. He scribbled things down and looked through the small pile of paper filled with information about you. While watching him, you found yourself biting onto your bottom lip. You quickly rid yourself of the lip bite and all the impurity thoughts. He finally looked up from the papers and looked at you.

"Alright, I'm gonna check a couple of things."

He reached for the stethoscope that was around his neck and put it on. He came towards you and said "Please sit up straight. I want you to take deep breaths. I'll tell you when to inhale and exhale, sounds good?"

You nodded once again and sat up straight up as instructed. Every step he took in towards you, your heart was beating faster and harder. Knowing that your heart was beating hard, a thought processed in your mind, "fuck." He grabbed the tunable diagram, and laid his left hand upon your back to keep you steady. "Fuck", you thought again as he touched your back. His hands were cold, cold enough for you to feel it through two layers of clothing. To keep you from do anything stupid, you bit onto your bottom lip, hard.

"Inhale."

You did as he told and inhaled deeply.

"Exhale."

You released all the air from your body. He repeated this a couple more times at different places. When finishing everything, he wrote down some more information. He stood back near the side counter and filled out more information.

"It seems like you have frequent neck/shoulder pains."

"Yeah. It would occur a lot out of nowhere."

"Are you on any medications?"

"No."

"Have you thought of any therapy for it."

"Not really.."

"Mm, you should get therapy, I recommend it."

"Oh, um, do you have any specific place?"

"My hou-, I mean any professional place is fine."

You bit your lips down even harder than before and looked on the ground to avoid any awkward eye contact, "did he just?...." You shook your head not trying to get the naughty thoughts get a hold of you.

"If you want, I can prescribe you onto something."

You looked up immediately. "Uh, sure."

"Alright, I'm going to prescribe you to Suga."

"... Sugar??..."

"No, not sugar, this suga is different, s-u-g-a."

"What is that?"

You watched as he set down all the materials and looked up at you and smirked. His nice facial feature and complexion did not add up with his devious smirk. It was hot and you were getting really turned on.

"I can demonstrate if you would like..."

"Sure..."

He walked towards you, making sure to capture your eyes with his own. He slightly licked his bottom lip, eyes filled with dark lust. You weren't exactly sure what he was planning to do but you wanted him to do it. You thirst for his touch because you too, had lust filled eyes. He leaned to the right side and whispered in your ear, "You'll get to see how suga works." His voice was deep and low, it vibrated down your spine and right back up. The chills appeared again. He leaned and placed his lips onto your neck. The warm sensations appeared and you couldn't help but close yours eyes. Wondering if he should continue or not, he stood still in the same position. He knew you wanted more but he didn't want to continue without your permission. You suddenly opened your eyes when you realized his lips were off your body. You wanted more, much more, so you wrapped your arms around his shoulder give him the okay.

He went back to your neck. His lips once again on your shoulder, giving small quick kisses while moving downwards. Upon reaching your shoulder wells, he applied more pressure with his lips. Not only did it relieve some pressure it also gave you pleasure. You arched your back a little, pushing forward to him. He leaned down pushing you down onto the check up bed. His lips not once left your body while his bottom half was grinding against yours.

You tugged your shirt and with his help, you took off your shirt as well as your bra. His kisses began to travel down to your breasts. His hands were on each hip and each kiss left a hot, burning scar. Even though you don't know who this man is, you felt the deep, warm passion that was presented in his movements. He stood up and got off of you. You quickly sat up from the bed and eyed him as he unbuttoned his pants. You quickly got off the bed and stood in front of him, your hand over his, stopping him. He looked at you confused but you only replied with smile as you unbuttoned his pants for him. As the pants fell to his ankles, you grab a hold of hard, throbbing member from within undergarment.

You pumped his member slowly up and down. Your hands were cold, it was a weird feeling but he enjoyed it. His face was serious but a small smirk appeared. You leaned in and put your mouth over the head. You slowly took in more of him while you looked up at him. His head leaned back in pleasure but it slowly came back down and looked into your eyes with his teeth biting down into his bottom lip. You began to increase speed. His hand held the back of your head and helped you increase and take in more of him. You occasionally made eye contact with him then look back to focus on your task.

He stopped you and helped you up back on the bed. "I don't have much time left, so let's hurry this up shall we?" He took out a condom from his back pocket and bit onto the corner and pulled it open. He rolled it over his member while you quickly took off your pants and panties. He stepped in front of you and positioned himself before slipping it in. You moaned as you watch him. He put his index finger over your lips indicating that you should be quiet and proceeded to slip deeper into you. You arched your back and leaned your head back, gritting your teeth. Soft moans came out of your mouth. Although he increased his speed, his movements weren't sloppy. He hit just the right spots making you feel an immense amount of pleasure which caused you to moan really loudly. But before the moan could come out, his lips were on top of yours, kissing you to prevent you from causing attention to the room. You came and tighten your walls."Fuck, so tight." He grunted as he rode your high until a reached his own. When he came into the condom, he slipped out of you and slipped out of the condom. He cleaned the area with paper towels and wrapped the used condom in it and threw it in the trash. He helped you slip back into your clothes because you could barely move and was panting roughly. After he finished, he went to the sink that was located in the room near the counters and washed his hands, looking back at you he asked, "You sure you gonna be okay?"

You nodded your head and he grabbed his clipboard and headed to the door. While turning the handle slowly he looked back and said, "well, Miss Y/LN, I'll be expecting you next week." He winked and smirked then walked out the door.

Haunt Me! BTS Drabble Suga/J-Hope

HAUNT ME BTS Drabble

By: Admin Taehnng ♡

Genre: Supernatural

“Well..I guess this is the part where I should be sobbing uncontrollably, flowers in my arms, and my heart in my hand.” Yoongi smirked at the last remark. “Get it? Because you died with your hand on your heart. Ha..well I have the flowers, atleast.” He tried to hold back the stinging tears as he knelt beside the gravestone. That’s just how it happened, though. Let’s take a look back and rewind, shall we? ……… “You ever wonder..how many marshmallows you could..fit in your mouth at once?” Hoseok pondered outloud in between hiccups. “That’s a game, right? Fat rabbit or..something..” Yoongi said while reaching for another chicken leg, but it was too far away placed on the table, so he reluctantly gave up and unbuckled his belt to let his full belly hang loose.   This had been going on for a good two months; Hoseok secretly bringing his stash of goodies and fried foods into the studio and the two of them completely pigging out, while the others were away for hours at a time. And the other guys wouldn’t have ever figured it out! Hoseok was basically the dance GOD, so it would make sense he would be in and out of practice with much time on his hands. As for Yoongi, he was the group’s producer, spending more time in the studio than in his own room writing lyrics and making sure every measure and melody came together to form an auditory work of art. Their days of completely pigging out and gossiping like petty middle aged women would have lasted alot longer too, if Hoseok had just listened to Yoongi for this one time!

“Hey..don’t you think we have dragged this out a little too long? I can’t believe I’m saying this myself, but I’m actually starting to feel..” Yoongi shifted uncomfortably in his seat, “guilty..” the foreign word rolled awkwardly of off his tongue that struggled to pick away the remaining food particles from between his molars. “Oh, really?” Hoseok smirked and held a fried dumpling over Yoongi’s head. “Yeah.” Yoongi grimaced. “Fine then. More for ME!” Hoseok greedily devoured the morsel. Immediately he let out a groan and fell over into Yoongi’s lap! “Get up, fat ass. You’re heavy.” Yoongi sighed. “N-no..it hurts..AUGHH!!” Hoseok whined and clutched his heart hastily. His breathing became laborous and sweat started to form on his forehead.

“Yo what is wrong?! Hoseok! Hoseok answer me!!” Yoongi’s eye’s shook as he panickedly shook his dying (boy)friend. “Stay with me!” Yoongi begged. In his panic he figured splashing Hoseok’s face with a cold and..refreshing grape soda would snap him out of whatever he was going through?! “Don’t you dare die on me!” He begged and grabbed the nearest bag of candy and stuffed them into Hoseok’s mouth, thinking he needed something sweet right now. “Yoongi..I need to tell you this..” Hoseok weakly said around the gummy worms while still managing to lick the soda that reached his mouth even in his dying moments. “Yeah? What is it?” “I ahhways lwruhhved.. wrutchn yuhh fruhm bhhd~” he smiled. “What…?” Yoongi’s eye twitched at the dying guy’s pitiful confession. But he got no response.

Hoseok died right then and there. Covered in grape soda. and gummy worms.                                                  RIP in Peace

………… “Cause of death: Heart Attack.” Yoongi scoffed. “I told you we should have stopped..” he complained while tracing the letter’s on the grave. “Hmph. Whatever..” He placed the flowers beside the grave before getting up and walking away. Grieving time was short, and he still had more verses to write about the whole situation.

“Why couldn’t I have just eaten the damn dumpling?” Yoongi shouted outloud at the sky. I offered it to you. Don’t say you never had the chance.  What was that?! “Who’s there?!” Yoongi whipped around and was met with a translucent being..Hoseok?! Yoongi harshly rubbed his eyes and squinted to attempt a better view. “Are you fucking kidding me.” He whispered to himself. You really missed out, Yoong-yoong! That fired dumping was simply..Hoseok paused before disappearing and suddenly flickered just inches from Yoongi’s face..to DIE for! The ghost Hoseok snickered. “Damnit Hoseok, don’t start with the puns! You left me!! You DIED in my LAP!” Yoongi didn’t care if he was going crazy at this moment. “Not to mention I had to explain the snacks and..magazines to the others when they found the studio like that..” he shook his head sheepishly at the rememberance of their shocked and disgusted faces upon finding the studio-turned-party room. Oh come on, don’t scold me. Besides, I’m already dead no thanks to YOU! Hoseok crossed his translucent arms and turned away.

“What!? I told you to stop eating!” Yoongi growled and reached out to spin the ghost around, before he remembered the physical properties of the being infront of him and took his hand back swiftly.  Yoongi. Do I have to remind you of the diabetes you added onto my heart attack? The sassy ghost scoffed. Yoongi bit his lower lip and stayed quiet. I had a better shot of surviving the heart attack since there was no insulin around. Hoseok threw his head back in laughter. But you know, this ain’t so bad. Now that I’m a ghost, I can do stuff like..like this! he suddenly disappeared and reappeared in a star pattern. So, what do you think? Am I impressive or am I- his voice trailed off as he finally noticed the quiet Yoongi with clenched fists and a quivering jaw. Wh-what’s wrong..? Hoseok asked quietly and floated by the other’s side.

 “I’m sorry..I just panicked.“ Yoongi said sadly, bringing himself to look at his other-worldly (boy)friend. Aww, don’t look at me like that..you’re so hot when you’re pitiful like this..Hoseok blurted. “What?” Yoongi asked wide-eyed, leading Hoseok to laugh out loud. The phantom made the motion of grabbing Yoongi’s hand, but the only sensation was a frosty air over the other’s hand. Didn’t you ever wonder what I said right before I died? Hoseok grinned cheekily. “Actually yeah. I just couldn’t quite hear you too well over my dying.” the earnest Yoongi attempted a joke. Ha..right. I said..                                    ~I like watching you from behind~

Why So Tense?

readerxjhope ; smut fanfiction ; written by admin shooga

word count :: 1194

You were in the middle of putting on clothes when you heard a knock on your door. You quickly slipped on a tank top and walked out to open it. It was Hoseok but everyone calls him Hobi.

"Tada, Y/N, you ready to head to class? Wait a minute, where are your clothes?"

".. I was changing until you interrupted by appearing."

"Oh, someone doesn't seem excited to see their boyfriend."

"Fine, fine, just come in."

You went in towards your room and he followed you, closing the door. He eventually followed you into the bedroom. You took off your tank top, looking for a different top, wasn't realizing he was in the room. You found a shirt and slipped it on and turned around. Hobi was leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, staring at you.

You smirked, "Like what you see?" He replied with a chuckle, "yeah, I did." He stood up straight and pulled you in. You smiled looking into his eyes. He went in towards the nape of your neck, in your peripheral view you saw the time and pulled away causing him to groan.

"Sorry, babe, it's almost time for class, lets go."

He stood there pouting as you went out to the living room, grabbing your bag and slipping on your shoes. Checking to see whether you got everything or not. You grabbed a bottle of water and looked back at your upset boyfriend.

"C'mon, we're going to be late!"

"Ugh... Fine." He replied as he walked out while dragging his feet.

You chuckled to yourself and took his hand and walked out, locking your door. When arriving to class, you two took your seats. Hobi leaned in besides you and whispered in your ears, "Why couldn't we just stay home today?" You turned and looked at him, "because I can't afford to miss any classes, now shh, the professor is about to speak." Hobi sighed as he pulled away.

The class was beginning and it was boring. You were taking notes and looking up at the board and the professor. While paying attention to the professor, you felt a large, warm hand on your thigh. It slid up your thigh slowly, but you were pretty used to it, and continued to take notes. The hand moved into your inner thigh, a few centimeters away from your female, causing you tense up.

"Why so tense?" Hobi whispered in your ear as his hand was basically on your female part. You widen your eyes and crossed your legs to stop any further movement. Hobi smirked and you knew he was because even though his hand was stuck between your thighs, his fingers still found their way moving up and down your clothed slit.

A breathy and quiet, "fuck" came out, but luckily you were in the back of the class and weren't so loud. Hobi's hand pulled back away from your thighs, and you sighed and thought, "he's done... Thank god." You continued to take notes thinking he was finally done when you felt the same exact hand on the band of your jeans. You stopped what you were doing and turned over to see Hobi looking forward, paying attention. You looked back at your paper, "how the hell does this fool manage to mess with me but pay attention?!?"

As you were thinking, you felt his hand now in your pants. His hand moved down and cupped your female part still covered with a layer of thin clothing. He playfully moved his finger on top of the slit causing you to lose breath.

"Wow, babe, you're already wet." He whispered as he chuckled in your ear. The warmth air coming out his mouth played along very well as he inserted a finger. He tried slipping his finger deep within you but couldn't because of the material of the panties prevented him to. The finger moved back and with the rest of the fingers, he moved your panties to the side allowing him to fully touch your opening. He again inserted a finger into you, your wetness made it easier for him to do so. You bit onto your bottom lip hard to prevent any moaning sounds. He pulled his finger slipped in deep and curled a little, hitting your g spot. You winced and bit down hard. You decided to play his game and set your own down. You laid your hand on his growing bulge and rub it.

"Mmmm" came out of him.

You started to pack your things causing him to get confused. You pulled his hand out of your pants and stood up grabbing his hands and walked out of the room quietly. Once exiting, you searched for a empty, quiet room. It was a small, abandoned study room that no one usually goes to. You slipped into the room, hobi was following you close behind. Once entering, hobi closed the door and pushed you against a wall, furiously kissing you. You did the same, yearning for his touch. He pulls back and smirked looking at your eyes. "This is punishment for turning me on earlier."

You lightly bit on your bottom lip, he was really turning you on. He started kissing your neck leaving love bites and slipped his hand once again in your wet pants. Pumping in and out while the other hand slipped in your shirt and playing with your breast. Not once did his lips part from your body. It felt so good causing you to push you body from the wall. Right when you feel your were going to reach your orgasm, he pulled back, which made you whine.

He took off his pants and shirt and you did the same. He picked you up and he took a seat on the couch setting you on top of him. He pumped his member a few times with his hand. You pulled his hand away, and kneeled down to where you faces his member. You took it in your hand and pumped it a few times. You stuck your tongue out and slowly licked the shaft causing him to moan. You slowly licked down his penis. "Stop t-teasing."

You grinned and open your mouth taking in as much as you can. You gradually sped up causing him to hold on your head, guiding you to go faster and take in more of his dick. You almost chocked when it teaches to the back of your mouth. You pulled back and licked his tip one last time before you got on top of him and took his member onto your entrance and slipped it into.

You gasped and moaned while moving up and down with his hands on the sides of your waist. His head fell back and it wasn't long until you reached your max and released your juices. You clenched causing your walls to tighten.

"Fuck-"

And he too released, reaching his max. You got off of him and sat besides him, barely able to move. You laid your head on his neck trying to rest. He kissed your forehead, "get ready for round two." You smirked, closing your eyes for a bit.

Smile

rap monster short story by admin shooga

word count :: 1154

I would do anything for you. If only you would open your eyes and see. Your happiness means the world to me, yet you do not realize that. Every time you call me and cry, not only does your tears fall but my heart does as well. I'm left standing behind the wall of sorrow that you put between us. I never would thought it would come to this point where I want to run away from you. But it wasn't always like this.

I remember meeting you for the first time. It was around midnight, the street was empty and quiet. I was walking to the local convenience store near my dorm. Upon arriving at the store, I went straight to the coolers for the drinks. Looking around for the drink that the guys told me to get, I finally found it and reached for it but a hand clashed on to mine. The hand were soft and delicate. I look at who the hand belonged to. The hand belonged to one of the most gorgeous girls I've ever seen in my life. They belong to yours.

"I'm sorry, you go ahead." You said.

"Oh no it's okay, you can get it."

"No, you were here first."

I sighed and grabbed the bottle and handed it to you, "here just take it."

You flashed a small smile and giggled. I swear, it was one of the most sacred sounds that ever existed.

I finally spoke up, "I'm Namjoon."

"Y/N." You said as you flashed your nice smile once again with a quick giggle afterwards.

That smile, that laugh, was that something that made me continue each day. It was my goal. All I wanted was to see your smile and hear your laugh. That was all I ever wanted. You were the type of person who self doubts themselves , uncertain, had self hatred. And depression came on you and took over your mind. You always put on a mask over the real you, saying, "I don't give a fuck" and everyone would believe that, everyone except me. So often you would warn me to stay away, that you'll only hurt me, but honestly I didn't care. I wanted to get to know you. All of you. The self hate, the worries, the troubles, the happiness, the goals, the passions. I wanted to know all about you, the past you, the present you, and the future you.

I never thought I would be so interested in a person like you. I never thought I could keep up with you, but I always pushed that thought to the back of my head. I did that because I wanted to do everything and anything to make you happy. I wanted to take all your worries, your problems, your trials, your self hate and depression from your shoulder so that you can be free and carry it on my own. That's why I made it a goal everyday to make you smile and happy. Because all I ever wanted was for you to be happy.

Now it's almost 3 in the morning, and you called me. I was sleeping and the phone suddenly vibrated. I quickly woke up by the sound of it because I knew it was you. You usually call me at random times early in the morning and late at night. But I didn't mind at all.

"Hello?"

"... N-Namjoon?.."

You could hardly breathe, tears falling down hard. And I choked from the dry air.

"What happened?"

"I've b-b-been so s-stressed lately.. I...."

"You?"

"..... I-I don't think I can keep going on like t-this..."

"Stop whatever you're doing, I'm coming."

"N-no it's late at n-night. You have work early-y today"

"I don't give a fuck."

With that last statement, I ended the call. I quickly left the dorm with a jacket and the sweatpants that I had on and headed straight to your place. Little did you know those goals to make you happy developed to romantic feelings for you. But I know you never felt the same. You were lost in your own reality, it was hard. The moments just never felt right for it come out. Maybe it's just because I'm afraid of losing you. Maybe because you mean the world to me.

I arrived at your place and barged in with the extra key you gave me.

"Y/N??"

There was no reply so I headed straight towards your room. I opened it to see you curled up on your bed under the sheets just sobbing which seems to be endless. I ran to you and pulled the sheets off of you. I held you in my arms.

"Shhh, Y/N, there's no more need to cry anymore, I'm here."

You kept your head down with your hands onto your face. I had to forcefully remove your hands. I cupped my hands upon your cheeks and lifted your face to face my own. I let one hand go and wiped away your tears.

"It's gonna be okay, I promise, c'mon smile for me."

I made a smile on my own face before seeing yours. Your smile was small but it was cute. It was still the same smile I fell in love with. I leaned in kissed your forehead. When I pulled back, it left a confused look on your face. I then realized what I did.

"...shit.."

I thought you would have pulled away from me completely, but you stayed there, still and in my arms. The confused look turned to a happy smiley face. Now it was me with a confused face. So lost in the silence I sat there looking at the wall behind you. "Wait... what? I would have thought she would refused completely... It's not like she likes me anyways, she never showed any sig-" was what I was thinking before I was interrupted with a pair of soft plush lips against my own. I came back to reality in an instant.

The kiss was sweet and rich in love. We had to pull away after a while, it was not that I want to part my lips from yours, but because of the lack of oxygen in our systems. We were panting hard for all the oxygen we manage to get. You looked straight to my face.

"I love you Namjoon, I always have, and I always will."

I froze looking at your face. For a while now, I thought you never cared for me in such a way that is considered romantic. I thought it was just only me who felt the same. I guess I was wrong. You did feel the same and I wish I could have confessed sooner instead of waiting and throwing it off. I pulled you closer and we laid there the rest of the night together, in silence, our breaths in unison, with big smiles on our faces.

Thirteen Steps

jungkook short story by admin shooga

word count :: 2394

Like two lost souls, we yearn to find each other. Failing, falling, and getting right back up. Like two lost fishes in the sea, we search and search but yet, the sea is too big. I dream of you each night, hoping to find my way back to you. Distance is not helping us, not even one bit. It's a pain and such a drag. Yet, we continue to live each day like that day never existed.

Grabbing my coat, I left the dorm and started to take a walk. It's been a tiring day, like always, just working. Working all day and all night. Why? Because we do it for our fans. I don't mind it of course, because of them I am here and I am happy. But, why does my heart feel empty still? I've got what I've wanted. A job in the musical business, money, fame, fans. But it seems like it's not enough. Days like this where stress builds up and temptations starts to rise, I think of you and it calms me down.

It all started back in the trainee days. I was young and naive. I saw you through that cafe window reading, and I've never felt so interested in a book before. My heart kept telling me "Go in Jungkook", but my mind said no. Of course me being a dumb kid, I went in. You sat near the corner, all in way on the right side, near the windows. And I was all the way near the entrance. All it took was thirteen steps to get to you. But I couldn't do it. Thoughts ran through my mind as I find ways not to get to you, "What happens if she thinks I'm weird?","What happens if she's annoyed by me?", "Would she be interested?", "I should leave." And with that last thought, I left. I left my chance to meet you.

Days would go by and I would always walk past the same exact cafe, yet I did not see you. Yeah it sucked, so much. But what could I do? So the next following days I would do the same thing, practice how I would greet you without making myself sound creepy. And every day that I didn't see you, I was half happy but half sad. Happy because I had another extra day to practice, but sad because I almost began to think you would never come back. Yeah, I sound cheesy don't I? Didn't I say I was young, naive, and dumb? It was that thursday that I was about to give up fully. It had only been a week but I was starting to give up. I sighed as I slipped on my shoes and took my daily stroll down the peaceful street. Being a trainee was tough, practice and practice, nonstop. Somehow, I sneaked in a quick small walk to relieve the stress. I minded my business walking through the empty street and walked past the same window, I quickly peered in to take a quick small look and continued to walk. I thought you wouldn't be there at all, but I saw a glimpse of you in the corner of my eye. "Wait, was that Y/HC (Your Hair Color) hair?" I thought. I turned around and peered inside. And I was right, it was you, in the same exact spot. My eyes were deceiving me, no it couldn't be you. But it was you.

Finally mustering the little courage I had left inside of me, I walked in. Again, there were thirteen steps to get you. Thirteen steps that seems to be an invisible wall that blocks you from me. I couldn't expect you to get up and come to me, so I had to make my way towards you. While walking even more thoughts ran through my head, and I stopped on the seventh step. I looked forward at you, your beautiful hair nicely down, your facial features glowing in the light. Then I looked down at the ground and at my shoes. "C'mon Jungkook! Six more steps!", my heart would tell me. "There won't be any chance like th-" and like that, my thought was put on hold. I looked forward to see you standing right in front of me. You bowed and said, "I'm sorry."

"No, It's okay, don't worry about it."

"No, no, I feel bad, I should've watched where I was going!"

"No, no, it was me who was just standing in the middle of the walkway."

"Thinking about something?'

"Yeah.."

"Don't worry, same, I'm Y/N (Your Name)."

"Ah, Jungkook."

Y/N was your name. The name I so desperately wanted to know for a week now. No, needed to know. But little did I know, that your name will be one of the causes that breaks my heart. You offered me that coffee and I happily took upon that request. We sat at that table in the corner and talked. Talked and talked about everything and anything. Why was it so easy for me to talk to you? It seems as if everything slipped out my mouth, my stress, my worries, my struggles. Yet you sat there and listened through it all. And you understood.

We began hanging out more and more. It was great. I remember that day I confessed to you at the same exact cafe, cliche right? Surprisingly you said you felt the same and it was like a match made to be. I became that young, naive, dumb, but happy kid. You made me happy. And that was all I needed.

After a few Months of us being together, it was time. If I only knew I had that short amount of time, I would cherish it all. But you never told me. You knew about my debut, and how it was coming up soon and you wished me luck. You said you would be there, but what you didn't tell me was that you were leaving for another country that same exact day. It crushed my heart. We were at that cafe. You were sitting in front of me with your beautiful hair tied in a ponytail and your hands locked around the coffee mug. You wouldn't look up, not even to take a glimpse at me. As tears flew down, you told me you were leaving for the airport in exactly 10 minutes. All I managed to do was sit there, stunned. More tears came down and we were both quiet. I couldn't force myself to say anything at all. Three minutes left. I wanted to say something, anything! But I couldn't, I was shocked and hurt. "I'm so sorry Jungkook." Was all you can manage to say over and over again. Two minutes left.

"...."

"...."

One minute left. Now it was time for you to go. You picked up the bags that you brought with you to the cafe. It was so surreal, I couldn't believe it. I didn't want to believe.

"Bye Jungkook, I love you." You manage to say one last time. And with that last statement, it only took you thirteen steps. Thirteen steps to leave the cafe. Thirteen steps to leave me, to leave us behind, as if those past few months were nothing. Thirteen steps and you were gone. That's all it took, thirteen steps. And with those last thirteen steps taken, I was gone myself. Dealing with a heartbreak wasn't so great. How could it be? I had to put on an act, and made it seem like I was happy. That I had everything in my life. That it was perfect. But little did they know, my heart was ripped and torn apart and I couldn't do anything about it.

It's been three years, I've gotten much better, but sometimes it would pop up. It sucks a lot because you probably don't feel the same. Well, it has been three years. I'm still walking past the same old cafe that we used to go to. On the same old walk to relieve my stress. But at times like this I think of how we used to be and it makes me so happy but reality hits me with the truth right after. I made my way back to the dorm, back from my small stroll through the same peaceful street.

"How was it?" was greeted to me by Taehyung. I've only told Taehyung but I'm pretty sure everyone else knows. Taehyung has a big mouth sometimes but it can't be helped.

"Uh, stress relief."

"Great, remember to get ready for sleep, we have that mini concert to do!"

"Okay, I will, thanks."

"Mhmm." And taehyung left leaving me alone in the living room. The other members are probably sleeping, so there's not much I can do. I sat on the couch and closed my heavy eyelids. I needed rest, some type of rest. I've been lacking in rest for a while now because every time I would try to sleep, you always appear in my dream. It's hard, way too hard to sleep. I ended up falling asleep on the couch and awoke the very next day from the loud yelling and hollering. Typical. Were always in a rush and super busy. Namjoon came up to me.

"Yah! Wake up! We have about twenty minutes left, you better hurry!"

"Oh okay." I took my time getting ready. We were rushed out of the dorm and into the van that took us to the destined location. When arriving, people were waiting for us, which doesn't bother me at all. It's been three years, so I've gotten used to it. The concert was at a college. And I've never performed at a college so I wonder how that will go. Upon arriving, the first thing you heard were screaming. Screaming of the millions of fangirls and fanguys that awaited for our arrival.

"Yahhh! They're so many of them!" Hobi yelled out. Yoongi replied to him with a chuckle, "Since when were there not many?" We were taken to the big auditorium that was located in left of the whole campus. It was huge, how many people will be there? We were getting ready for the performance. We decided to perform a couple of songs like Young Forever, Dope, Let Me Know, and Run. It was suppose to be an event that lasted for about two hours. Songs and then a question segment, then break, and lastly a meet and greet.

Once we came out on stage, every seat in the auditorium were filled. It was empty twenty minutes ago and now it's full. "Wow" I thought looking at everyone. We did our greeting and began our songs. It was the last ten seconds of the last song we decided to perform last, Let Me Know. It was within those last ten seconds my eyes roamed all over the wide room and met with yours. I felt a rush of feelings rushing over. My heart. No. Not during a performance. I had to keep it bottled in for now, but how can I when I've finally found you in the sea of millions of people here? I've been searching for you so long and yet you've been here the whole time. Do you even know how I feel and how I felt? Do you even feel the same?

During the questions segment, my eyes would not budge. It stared right at you and only you but you were turned around talking to your friend. I had to stop. Stop focusing on only you. I did my best and looked around and at the MC. Thank goodness the question segments were over and it was a time for a break. I rushed to a private washroom and washed my face. Good thing I didn't have much makeup or I would've ruined everything. "C'mon Jungkook, snap out of it, it might not have been her." I told myself. It might not have been you, she had dyed hair of a way different shade and color than your natural hair, her face more detailed, probably because of the makeup, different color eye contacts, yeah she must have been someone else. For some reason, deep down, my heart hoped that it was you. I exited the washroom and entered back into the private hallway. I looked down at the marble floor and sighed. Then looking up, I saw the same girl.

"Jungkook?"

She had the same exact sweet voice like yours. The same exact way you would call my name. Could it be?

"N/A?"

She busted in tears. It couldn't have been, but it was you. Tears decided to fall down slowly on my own face. For so long I felt so broken. For so long I was searching for you in the big sea of people. And now I've finally found you. But the same exact thirteen steps separated us. The same exact thirteen steps that separated me from you in the beginning and at the end and now it's here again. But you didn't care for that boundary. You ran straight towards me, knocking that invisible wall down, all thirteen steps. Although deep down I was slowly dying, I smiled looking at you.

"I'm so sorry, Jungkook! I really am."

"It's okay, N/A."

"No, I should've told you. It's been three yea-"

I interrupted you with a sweet kiss. Maybe I shouldn't have done that. But it felt so right and my heart yearned to do that for so long now. The kiss was sweet, delicate, and lovely. I've missed your kisses. I slowly pulled back and whispered, "but now, I've found you."

Like a happy soul, I've found you once again. Like two lost fish, we were once lost at sea but now we have finally found each other. I wonder if you ever felt the same way as me. Did your heart hurt? Was your mind clouded with depressing thoughts? Did you feel so lost? Do you still love me? The same invisible wall that separated us in the beginning, it was now gone, crushed and knocked over. We've finally crushed it. The same exact wall I call, the "Thirteen Steps".

I Promise

suga short story by admin shooga

word count :: 1860

They say, "Live life to the fullest.", but how can you when there's nothing to live for? How can you when there's no one to live for, no hope in anything, when your existence doesn't matter? How can you when everyone doubts the choices you make? Friends drifted away because they don't understand me anymore. Parents ashamed of how their son turned out, not pursuing a career as a doctor or lawyer but as some musical artist. Being pushed away by everyone, but how can I blame them when I was the one that pushed them away in the first place? My parents told me they don't understand me. I agree with them, even I don't know myself. Self hatred and depression polluted my mind with negative thoughts. Sometimes, I'm scared of my own self. Sometimes, I feel dead inside. Maybe I am dead inside. Yeah, I'm dead inside.

"Hello, Yoongi?", my mother called my name through the small device.

"Yes?"

"Are you sure you want to do this, you can just come back and stay here in Daegu with your father and I."

"Thanks mom, but I want to stay here."

"Son."

"I have to go, bye mom." I quickly ended the call and shoved the phone back into my pocket. It's only been a few weeks since I left my hometown, Daegu, and mom keeps calling me nonstop. Who can blame her, mother's instincts right? Having her son with depression leaving home to make it on his own all the way in the big city is hard. People have doubted that I will make here in the big city, especially with my passion. Now I just have to prove them wrong.

I grabbed onto my bag and entered my usual place where I have been ever since I first arrived here in the big busy city of Seoul. It was a small public library, but it was quiet and nice. Not many people go here, I don't know why though. Taking my usual seat near the window away from all disturbances, I slipped on my headphones and turned on my laptop. My laptop is one of the very few items I brought with me and it is very important. I create music and my laptop is a very crucial to when I make music. Music is my escape, it has always been and it always will be. It's my escape from my worries and troubles. Even from my depression and self-hate. I rap out my sorrows and thoughts, and sometimes I would feel as if all of those things just disappeared, as if they're nonexistent.

The laptop wouldn't turn on, I tried over and over again but the screen was pitch black. I looked back into my bag and realized, "Crap.", I left the charger back at my house. "It's too late now, and far away", I thought to myself as I put my laptop back into my bag. I decided to listen to the music on my phone and got up to look at the books, "Might as well look at the books, there's nothing to do anyway." I walked around the aisles looking at the different types of books stacked on each shelf. While looking around at the many, many books, my eyes came across this unique, tan, old book. The book did not have a title, but it caught my attention. I grabbed the book and looked at the cover, just a plain tan, raggedy old cover.

When opening the book, there was no author or any summary written. "That's weird", I thought to myself. Standing there confused, I began to flip through the pages, but everything was blank. I decided to set the book back into its place and begin to walk away. While walking forward, there was a shining, blinking, white light in front of me. I kept walking, thinking to myself, "Oh, it's probably just the sun." The light began to blink vigorously. I turned back to see nothing but the empty aisle.

"What was that?" , I thought as I scan through the aisle.

"..Yoongi..." A faint whisper called out, it sounded as if it came from a female with a high voice.

"... Yoongi.." It called out again.

I finally decided to reply back, "..Hello?". I walked back to my same spot I was just in when I discovered the old book. The sound seemed to be coming from this area.

"What the heck do want?"

".. Open the book.."

I sighed, not knowing what I will get myself into and grabbed the book once again and did as the voice told me to do. Turning through the blank pages, I stood there still bewildered.

"What is this suppose to be about?" I asked to the voice, but there was no answer.

"...."

"Hello? Is there an-" I was suddenly cut off. From what I could remember, there were these black, transparent hands coming out from the book reaching towards me. I dropped the book instantly and backed away from the book that is now laying on the ground

"I don't know what you are but keep away." I yelled, not caring about the other people in the library. As soon as I turned around to run away from the book, I felt as if I was lifted up from the ground. I looked at the ground below me and panicked. Once the hands seemed to have a hold of me, it decided to move back to where it came from, the book, with me in its hands still. I woke up the very next moment to find myself on a couch being shaken by a guy. The guy seems to be around my age, maybe a little older. He had dark black hair and nice facial features.

"Yoongi!"

"....What?" I replied, lost as ever.

"C'mon we have to perform next!"

"...Perform?"

"Yes! Don't you remember? We're performing the song you produced, Let Me Know."

"Ummm..."

"Let's just go, were about to be late!"

The guy pulled my arm up to help me up, and began to walk quickly to what seems to be the stage. I followed him not knowing what will be expected. "Wait, how does he know about Let Me Know?" I thought to myself. Let Me Know is a recent song I have been working on lately and it's not like I told anyone about it, but how does he know about it? When finally reaching up the stage, all I could hear were screams and yells of what might be millions of girls. What is going on? Standing besides me were six other males that seems to be around my age as well, we were all dressed up in white tops and jackets with black pants. The lights started to dim, but yet you could still see the lights from the glow sticks waving back and forth. The spotlight fell onto a guy with dark brown hair and my song began to start. The guy began singing the lyrics to the song and I knew every single word to it. I did make it after all.

Throughout the whole performance, it was amazing. I didn't know know any of these guys but when we performed the song, it was as if we've known each other for a long time now because everything and everyone was in unison. Everything fitted together perfectly, the vocals, the chorus, the raps, the melody, the beats, the feeling, just everything. I felt super happy and proud that these guys were here performing my song I've worked hard on. The feelings and the environment of performing reminded me of why I wanted to come Seoul in the first place, why I wanted to become a performer, to become a rapper.

After the performance, we left the stage as well as the millions of screaming girls. Wiping his sweat, a guy with light brown hair yelled out in relief, "Ahh, we did it! The song was great, hyung!" (A Korean term that males use to address older males and older brothers that they are close to.)

"Oh, thank you.." I replied tiredly.

"Are you okay? It seems like you have been out of it lately." Asked the guy who first woke me up.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm just tired, I'm gonna go take a nap on the couch again, just wake me up later." I replied. They nodded and I headed back to the room. Upon reaching the room, I saw a poster posted on the wall of the other six guys and I. "What is this?" I asked to myself. We were all posing for the camera together, with the words, "Bangtan Boys" , posted above our heads as well as all of our stage names, "Rap Monster, Jin Jimin, Suga, V, Jungkook, and J-Hope" . I stepped up a little closer to take a better look at myself in the poster. I looked different, red hair, all black, a little older, that couldn't be me. "That's weird.." I thought to myself. While trying to move back, I tripped and fell forward towards the poster and everything went blank.

I woke up to find myself on the floors of the library. The book was nowhere to be found which creeped me out, I got up and headed back towards the table where I left all my belongings. It was still daytime and sunny outside meaning I wasn't gone for long. I decided to leave the small library and head back to my home. There was so much things that popped into my head that day. "What happened? What was that? Who were they?" were some of the questions that floated in my mind that night. But I had to admit, the sensation of performing was great especially with other people who share the same goals and passions as me.

As days pass by, so does weeks, and months, and that's what happened. I was able to make into a music industry as well as in an idol group. The group formed is called "Bangtan Boys." It's weird because it's the same group as in the poster. The group consisted of the same exact members with the same exact stage names. I never understood why and how, but it came out to be true. Maybe it was a sign from the future? Who knows.

They say, "Live life to the fullest.", but now, I guess I understand what they meant. Now, I have a reason to live on, I have hopes for many things, and now my existence finally matters. People try to understand me and understand where I came from and what I've faced. I'm grateful for that. Although I still have lost my old friends, new friends came into my life. My parents now are proud of me. Now I can say that I've finally made it, although I still have a long way to go, but I don't mind that though. But, self depression and self hatred still lurks in me. It's just something that I have to face and overcome. One day I'll get over it, I promise.