emily

Santa Monica pier from rooftop bar, beach is in the distance.

work trips are so busy but it’s nice when your downtime looks like this.

Dammit Jin made me yawn

hoseok 🥵

this is me finding out it was Yoongi and not Namjoon, lol. it's definitely the hair.

Aaah rest up and hope you feel better soon! Here’s some long ones I’ve saved.
Namjin age difference: archiveofourown.org/works/539483...

Taekook regency au: archiveofourown.org/works/441174...

the best thing about being in a hotel is watching normal tv channels again. currently flipping between food network and law and order and it's just so nostalgic.

now imagine little shy new-to-the-gym yoongi getting cornered in the sauna by these three

Jungkook’s goal is to always be large enough and strong enough that he can provide a stable physical surface for any Bangtan no matter how dense that Bangtan becomes

bts as things my 19 yo sister has said to me, whether this week alone or just in the past.

WOOOW this gif is lethal.

( thought I'd post this here from the bird app because I liked it a lot! )

And he knows his boyfriend will see the marks tonight. He’ll scoff and call Jungkook names, but he’ll take Namjoon’s money all the same.

Namjoon sits in the booth and watches him dance, and Jungkook turns to face him and shows off the mess Namjoon made.

🕯️ 🕯️ 🕯️

“We get messy,” Namjoon murmurs, and the candle tips over in his hand.

—

Later, when Jungkook is dancing onstage, he can feel where his skin is raw and splotched. He knows others can see it too, the lines of red marks dancing down his body, disappearing behind his leather shorts.

Jungkook sees so many things - desire, possession, desperation. Love, maybe - but this isn’t a place for that, as much as Jungkook sometimes wishes it was. Namjoon is just a man with too much money, and Jungkook is a man with too little.

“The wax has to warm up.”

Jungkook swallows reflexively when Namjoon’s palm comes to rest on his throat. “And then?” he asks, tongue feeling heavy with anticipation.

Namjoon picks up the candle, and the light reflects only half of his face.

Jungkook hears the match light before he sees the bedroom become alight with an orange glow. Namjoon lights the candle and breathes heavily. The candle flickers with the movement, and shadows dance on the wall. “It takes a minute,” Namjoon says, and he reaches over to untie Jungkook’s silk robe.

Namjoon wraps him in it afterwards and holds him, which is sweeter than Jungkook should allow. This is transactional, he can go home for romantic aftercare.

(Though it’s not like he gets it from home, so… he doesn’t protest.)

“And then?” Jungkook asks, but it’s still so dark and he can’t make out Namjoon’s face from the angle. He’s lying in the sheets, his fingers skimming over the silk material and rubbing against the velvet blanket lying at the foot of the bed.

“What kind of reminders?” he asks, but he knows the answer.

“Lie down,” Namjoon murmurs, pointing to the bed behind them. “Just like I like you.”

Facing him. Namjoon likes to see his face every time, likes to see how breathless and desperate he makes Jungkook.

- the jealous type, but the cash in Jungkook’s hands make all those feelings go away, apparently. He likes to fuck Jungkook afterwards, when he’s all sore and messy. Jungkook hates it some nights (but not all nights, he reasons, and he stays because reasoning is easier than facing reality).

It always does, even though he knows his boyfriend KNOWS what his job is, likes the money that comes home because of it. Jungkook had been hesitant to work at Euphoria when Jimin offered to put in a good word. His boyfriend is - was? -

“I remember you saying you liked pain,” Namjoon replies, and his fingers dig harder into Jungkook’s hip. “And you know I like to send home reminders.”

“Reminders,” Jungkook deadpans, and the familiar guilt settles in his gut.

He feels supported, like he’s weightless and held down only by Namjoon’s choice to keep him held down.

“I was thinking we could do something fun,” Namjoon says, fingers digging into Jungkook’s hips and kneading the firm skin. “Something different.”

Jungkook cocks an eyebrow. “How different?”

Jungkook does as he is instructed, shifting his silk robe around his waist as he settles in Namjoon’s lap, knees on either side. He worried at the beginning that he would be too heavy, too broad and muscled for a position like this, but Namjoon’s hands wrap around his waist and keep him anchored.

That wasn’t there before. Jungkook swallows hard and takes another step forward.

“Missed you, baby,” Namjoon says, and Jungkook forgets how deep his voice is every time. It makes him shiver, and even in the darkness, he knows Namjoon can tell. “Come sit on my lap.”

Namjoon snorts and beckons Jungkook into the room. Jungkook lets the door shut behind him, but doesn’t turn on a light. Namjoon likes to control everything, including the lighting, and as his eyes adjust to the dark, Jungkook sees an unlit candle on the table.

He’s got on a fully-pressed grey suit, the creases sharp like he just put his pants a moment ago, and he’s sitting with his long legs spread.

His wallet is held between his hands, and Jungkook eyes it with a smile. “Or are you going to ask for me AFTER too?”

- there’s more velvet in here, which Jungkook always thought was stupid because cleaning velvet is a bitch, but he does enjoy the feel of it beneath his bare skin - and he looks intimidating.

—

“Have late night plans?” Jungkook asks when he pushes open the door with his hip, standing in the doorway with the hallway backlighting him like some mythical figure. Namjoon is sitting in the dark on the couch -

Jungkook dances every weekend, and like all the other employees at Euphoria, he's for sale. Namjoon writes his name on a card and slips it to the waiter who drops off his bourbon. Jungkook isn’t due to start onstage for another hour, so he’s surprised to get the card so early in the evening.