Masquerade. (Jimin x Reader x Hoseok) Part 1

With a mask, you could be whoever you want to be. You could be someone completely different, or you could be unabashedly yourself.

Jimin x Reader x Hoseok

Fluff & Slight Smut

Office Au, Hosts Au

Summary: To secretly relieve your stress about your single life and your hard times at work, you cave and decide to give this mysteriously alluring club a chance. At Club Masquerade, you can indulge in your fantasies and indulge in who you really want to be without strings attached. So when you waltz in and realize you’re not exactly sure what you want, two of their best hosts swoop in and are more than willing to help you figure it out…

           But it seems you’re not the only one keeping secrets in your office.

Warning: Will need lots of water for thirst. (Unless that’s just me *fans self* lol)

Parts 1 of 4

Links: Part 1 | Part 2 |  Part 3 | Part 4

Originally posted by epikcry

          It was a very famous place, full of mystery. Many recommended that you had to go there at least once in your life, especially if you were single and looking for a good time. Yet no one spoke about it past that. But the alluring smile and the dust of pink on their cheeks as they mentally recollected their experiences drew you in.

           You wanted to know what they saw. You wanted to know what they felt.

           Club Masquerade.

           Your fingers tapped your desk as you stared at the address your friend had texted you. All of your girl friends highly urged you to go. They only went once, but they raved that they could never forget about their time there. If they weren’t already in happy relationships, they stated that they would be frequenting it often.

           You clicked on the website she had attached with the address, and you fumbled as the heading of the site caused you to turn red.


           Frantically pressing buttons on your phone to exit out before any passing eyes spotted what you were looking at, you spazzed out in your desk. People glanced at you worriedly but you gave them a weak smile as you fixed your outfit.

           "Y/N!!“ a familiar bellow was heard from the adjacent office and you jolted out of your seat.

           "There he goes again.” One of your co-workers chuckled.

           You exhaled and hurried into your boss’s office.

           "Yes, Mr. Jung.“ You mumbled.

           "What the hell is this?” he slammed papers down onto his table. “I can’t understand your handwriting!”

           You exhaled. “We’ve been working together for years and you still can’t read my handwriting?”

           "What?“ he snapped and you straightened up.

           "Would you like me to read it to you then?” you suggested.

           "Well, there’s no other way for me to understand this.“ he rolled his eyes and spun around in his chair.

           You took a deep breath to calm yourself, knowing your boss’s specialty was pissing you off. Grabbing the papers, you organized them in order and was about to begin reading when he cut in.

           "Oh we’re also getting a new boss tomorrow, so those –” he pointed at the boxes you had lugged in early this morning. “– need to be put together.”

           Your eyes widened. “You want ME to put together an office table and chair??”

           "Yeah, why?“ he blinked at you. "Can’t do it?”

           You groaned and he knocked on his desk impatiently. “Just because you’ve been my secretary for years doesn’t mean you can slack off. Let’s get to it.”

           "Which would you like me to do first? Read the plans or fix the table?“ You questioned lifelessly.

           "Hmmm….you can just do both.” he waved his hand as he continued to play with his pen and spin in his chair.

           "Are you serious?“ you looked at him exasperatedly.

           He feigned ignorance then gestured for you to hurry.

           "No.” You slammed the papers down. “You read those while I do the table.”

           "I don’t want to.“ He crossed his arms. "That’s your job. Write it neater.”

           "I had the entire office read through it before sending it over!“ you complained. "Maybe you need to get your eyes checked!”

           "Excuse me?“ he stood up angrily.

           "You heard me!” you retorted, glaring at him dangerously.

           "Go fix the table!“ he yelled.

           "I am!” you bellowed in return as you spun around to make your way to the boxes.

           "Don’t yell at me!“ he pointed.

           "You started yelling first!”

           "No I didn’t!“

           A timid knock on the office door had you both freeze in your places. Mr. Jung coughed to regain his composure and gently sat down in his chair.

           "Come in.” he stated firmly.

           An attractive young man peeked in with a large smile plastered on his face.

           "Sorry to interrupt Mr. Jung ~“ he greeted sweetly and you felt yourself gawking at how the room lit up with his entrance.

           "My dear friend!! Stop with the formalities. Call me Hoseok as usual.” Hoseok grinned and opened his arms welcomingly.

           You found yourself giving him a look of disgust at his unexpected behavior. Everyone in the office knew him as constantly cold and only ever heard him yelling, mostly directed your way. He was totally fooling this visitor.

           "What’re you doing here?“ Hoseok sat down at the front of his desk.

           "Oh I’m here to fix up the table…” the other man trailed off, realizing that someone else was in the room. You felt yourself blush as you spotted him scanning you intently.

           "Oh don’t worry. The secretary’s got it.“ Hoseok waved his hand. "She’s pretty brolic so she can handle. You want to get some food while you’re here?”

           You made sure your back was turned before you made faces of anger towards Hoseok.

           "I just ate, but coffee sounds good. We can just catch up in here so we don’t waste money on gas or anything.“

           "I’ll go get you some then. I’ll be right back.” Hoseok patted his friend’s shoulder before exiting the room.

           Soon after the door shut, you felt the stranger crouch down next to you. You were a bit startled so you flinched when you realized. He giggled.

           "Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.“

           You blushed and shook your head. "Don’t worry. I was just trying to figure out how to put this together.”

           "This is my job, so don’t worry about it.“ the man smiled and took the pieces away from you gently.

           You chuckled. "No, he won’t let me hear the end of it if I abandon this.”

           "Then let’s fix it together then?“ he grinned expectantly.

           You timidly nodded, not having the heart to refuse his eager help.

           "I’m Jimin.” he introduced, holding out his hand kindly.

           "Y/N.“ you smiled as you shook it warmly.

           "So you’re his secretary, huh?” his eyes scanned the pieces and organized them with ease.

           "Uh yeah.“ you watched Jimin work in awe. "Have you done this before?”

           Jimin chuckled and glanced over at you with a friendly twinkle in his eye. “No. I’m following the instructions.”

           You squinted and scanned the sea of parts and boxes for any semblance of instructions. Then your lips curled up as you realized he was joking. He laughed as he watched it dawn on you and you joined him.

           "Sorry. I’m not used to jokes at work.“ you giggled.

           "Hoseok can get a little intense when it comes to work-related stuff.” Jimin smiled as he continued setting up the parts.

           "A little is an understatement.“ you mumbled under your breath, but Jimin chuckled, obviously hearing your comment.

           "Don’t tell him I said that.” you whispered guiltily.

           Jimin grinned and handed you a piece of the table. “It’ll be our secret.”

           You blushed, feeling giddy butterflies in your stomach.

           "Now hold that so I can start drilling it together.“ he placed another piece into your free hand and positioned you. Your cheeks warmed as he nonchalantly touched your arms and placed your fingers where they needed to be. Then with a big smile, he stepped back.

           "Good. Stay right there. Where’s Hoseok’s drill?”

           "Uh should be in that gray cabinet in the corner. Top shelf to the right.“ You instructed, knowing his office like the back of your hand.

           You had organized it countless of times until it was to Hoseok’s liking and then some more because he just loved to irritate you.

           "Got it!” Jimin cheered triumphantly as he scurried to your side. “Hold tight, okay?”

           You swallowed and held the pieces firmly while he set up the tool. Jimin was in mid-drill when Hoseok burst into the room holding two cups of coffee. His brows furrowed angrily as he happened upon the scene.

           "What do you think you’re doing, Y/N?“

           "Um…holding the table, as you can see.” you snapped.

           "I told you to do it yourself. Why did you make Jimin –“

           "I volunteered to help her.” Jimin smiled warmly at Hoseok then glanced your way encouragingly. “It’ll take one person a while to fix it and I’m sure she has a lot of paperwork to do.”

           Hoseok pursed his lips, forming a straight line and you knew that face meant he was holding back his anger.

           "Your coffee will get cold, Jimin.“ he stated flatly.

           Jimin laughed and turned his attention to you, "Want some coffee, Y/N?”

           "I only have two here.“ Hoseok sulked.

           "We can share.” Jimin whispered playfully causing your lips to curl up happily.

           "Here! Here!“ Hoseok shoved the coffee into your hand, irritatedly. "Me and Jimin will just share!”

           Jimin cracked up as he waltzed over to Hoseok’s desk, where the latter was pouting. You sat on the ground and sipped the coffee welcomingly. The two slowly drifted into their own world, catching up on mutual friends, and retelling stories. They seemed to have forgotten you were in the room, but you didn’t mind. You took the time to study the handsome features of Jimin from afar. It had been awhile since someone handsome was so openly nice to you. You looked at him dreamily. But it was Hoseok who cut into your thoughts.

           "Well since you’re no help at all, get out of my office.“

           "Hoseok…” Jimin looked at him sadly.

           "It’s fine. That’s how we have a discussion.“ Hoseok patted his friend’s shoulder and gave you a scolding look.

           You faked a smile as you stood up, glad you didn’t have to put together a table but offended that he was treating you so rudely in front of his attractive friend. Not satisfied with leaving without the upper-hand, you raised your cup smugly.

           "Thanks for the cup, Hoseok ~” you smirked and hurriedly closed the door behind you.

           "What did she call me?“ you heard him hiss before you skipped to your desk, ecstatic about your good luck.

           "Who was that?” one of your co-workers whispered, intrigued.

           "I don’t know.“ you smiled. "But he was charming.”

           "Good morning everyone!“ You greeted warmly as usual, and everyone waved at you brightly.

           "He’s in already.” They warned you in a hushed tone.

           "Already?“ Your eyes widened.

           Suddenly, Hoseok marched down the aisle, holding his usual cup of coffee. As always, he wore a straight-faced expression that was laced with an air of mystery. His suit was tailored sharply so it hung just loose enough to make you wonder about his form without giving too much away. You exhaled knowing that you were already in trouble this morning for coming in later than him, not that you had any control over it. He came in whenever he wanted and you never knew what to expect.

           You fought the urge to roll your eyes as you spotted your co-workers stare at him longingly while he strutted throughout the office confidently. Hurriedly, you hung your coat on the back of your chair and sat down, hoping that he wouldn’t notice you just arrived. He passed by the respectful bows and greetings without a response or change in expression. It was rare for him to return anyone’s "Good mornings”, yet your co-workers still tried to get him to notice them.

           You kept your eyes down on the stack of paperwork in front of you, trying to look busy, but as always, it didn’t deter him from sitting down on your desk with a big smirk on his face.

           "Morning Madam Secretary ~“ he raised his cup. "Had a late start today?”

           You exhaled and crossed your arms.“Well someone was just earlier than usual today.”  

           "Tsk. Tsk.“ he shook his head. "I thought I would die walking over to get coffee.”

           You gave a him disapproving look, which he simply raised a questioning eyebrow at you.  "Then you’d be the first to die walking 10 steps to get coffee and it was due to your own lack of movement.“ You hummed as you returned your focus back to your paperwork.

           He knocked on your table in retaliation to regain your attention. "Yah.”

           You glared up at him.

           "I’m your boss, your boss. We’re not friends.“ he stated firmly as he continued tapping on your desk irritatedly.

           You rolled your eyes and shooed him away. "Well then Boss, please get off my table and let me work.”

           "Yah!“ he raised his voice.

           Your bickering was a normal occurrence in your office but it never failed to astound the workers. Everyone’s eyes were on you two, especially now that his voice grew louder than conversational level. You two had just worked together for so long and no one but you could put up with his attitude. So regardless of how rude you were to each other, you were both secure that things would carry on normally afterwards.

           "Fighting so early?”

           A familiar voice had you both straighten up from your positions. Immediately, both of your faces brightened as Jimin appeared, carrying three cups of coffee.

           "J-Jimin!“ you stammered as you stood up, flustered, earning a judgmental glare from Hoseok.

           "Sorry I’m late. I wanted to pick up some warm drinks for us to start off the morning!” Jimin grinned and you heard immediate excited whispers throughout the office.

           "I see you already have one Hoseok….“

           "It’s cold already so I’ll take yours.” Hoseok left his coffee on your desk and grabbed one from Jimin brightly. You pursed your lips in annoyance.

           "And one for you, Miss Secretary ~“ Jimin sang as he handed you a cup.

           Your lips curled up happily as you accepted his kind gesture. "What brings you here so early? Did Mr. Jung send you on errands?”

           Hoseok chucked his straw paper at you without batting an eye, playing it off as if he missed your trashcan.

           Jimin laughed, “Oh no. I’m the new boss being transferred here.”

           You stumbled back from surprise. “Oh my gosh!”

           Frantically, you bowed deeply, “Welcome Mr. Park!”

           Hoseok smirked as he sipped his coffee.

           "You didn’t tell her Hoseok?“ Jimin glanced at him amused as you sent threatening looks towards Hoseok.

           "Must’ve slipped my mind.” he shrugged and pointed to you. “Well get back to work and take care of your table. It looks like it has a lot of trash. So unattractive.”

           He shook his head disapprovingly as he stalked back into his office. You huffed, trying to maintain your composure.

           "He’s a handful, huh?“ Jimin stayed put, relaxingly sipping his coffee.

           You smiled as you grabbed his forgotten coffee cup and chucked it into your trash bin. "I’m sorry. I really had no idea you were the new boss.”

           "It’s fine.“ he waved his hand. "I respond to either-or anyway – Jimin, Mr. Park– it all sounds the same to me.”

           You giggled shyly.

           "In return for the coffee, do you think you could introduce me to everyone?“ Jimin mumbled softly. "It feels weird just waltzing in here and having them report to me when I don’t know them.”

           Your eyes widened, “You want to get to know everyone?”

           "Yeah.“ he blinked. "Is that weird?”

           You laughed, “No, not at all. It’s just…different…from what we’re used to at least.”

           Jimin smiled knowingly and you gestured for him to following you timidly. Everyone was flustered as he approached each worker one-by-one, reiterating their names and conversing with them briefly. Your female co-workers were visibly attracted to this kind man as they fixed their hair and straightened up their skirts before you reached their cubicle.

           "If you forget anyone’s names, don’t hesitate to ask me.“ you chuckled as you both returned back to your desk after a few minutes.

           "I’ll probably keep asking you frequently. Sorry if I get annoying.”

           You waved your hand, “That’s what I’m here for. I’d be glad to help you out.”

           "I’m lucky to have such a pretty secretary.“ he grinned as he raised his cup. "It makes starting off the day better.”

           You blushed. “Just call me over if you need anything.”

           "I’ll probably just be setting up my office and papers today.“

           "Oh. I finished that yesterday.” you smiled shyly, happy that you were proactive in doing so. You wanted to impress Jimin in as many ways as possible.

           "Wow, you’re a blessing.“ he reached out and petted your head gratefully.

           You felt your face turn red as he laughed at your reaction.

           "You’re cute, Y/N.”

           With that compliment, he strolled back into his office. You exhaled and swooned into your seat, your gaze lingering at the door that he disappeared into. Your hands immediately cupped your cheeks to offset the growing warmth, but you couldn’t fight off the giddy feeling. But you only reveled in it for a few minutes before Hoseok’s loud voice echoed and your mood immediately dropped.


           You groaned and grabbed your completed stacks of paper to report to him.

           "Yes, Mr. Jung.” You marched into his office, stealing a glance at Jimin thoroughly reading through documents, sporting glasses which made you weak at the knees.

           "I have meetings today right?“


           "Go over what they’re about and what I need to know.“ he twirled around in his chair.

           You whipped up a typed copy of the outline of the meeting so he could read along (which he never did) and began informing Hoseok. Feeling Jimin’s gaze on you from across the room made you more conscious but also more efficient in your explanation.

           "Alright. Let’s go. Make sure you stay close so I look better.” Hoseok stood up and fixed up his suit, smirking at his own insult.

           You gave him a look of disgust as he walked by, and peripherally, you caught Jimin smiling at you and giving you a thumbs up in approval. Immediately, you blushed and smiled shyly before exiting the room.

           With two bosses now, one hot and one cold, one friendly and one rude, it was a pretty stressful week at work. When Friday afternoon rolled around, you were exhausted in all aspects.

           "Seriously. You’re always at work or thinking about work, girl.“ your best friend chimed into the phone. "You’re going to end up single and alone at this rate.”

           "Don’t remind me.“ you grumbled as you plopped onto your bed.

           "I’m telling you. Go to Club Masquerade. At least you’ll be single and NOT alone there. It’s only an hour per person, but it is WORTH IT.” she urged. “Trust me.”

           You sighed. “I don’t know…it doesn’t sound like my thing.”

           "Believe me. It’s everyone’s thing.“ you could hear the smirk in your friend’s voice. "They’ll take good care of you there.”

           "Mmmm…“ you contemplated.

           "I’m telling you, just GO. If you don’t like it, then I’ll stop bothering you. But at least then I can talk to you about it. I’m DYING!” Your friend urged.

           "Fine, fine. I’ll go. I need to de-stress and having some fun outside doesn’t sound too bad.“ you chuckled.

           "Oh my goodness. You’re going to have so much fun. I’m so excited for you.” your friend squealed excitedly. “You HAVE to wear that black dress and that silver masquerade mask you were going to wear for my bachelorette party there.”

           "You keep rubbing it in. I can’t help that I contracted pneumonia!“ you groaned.

           "Well, now you can pay me back by getting your single ass to this Club!” she scolded.

           "Alright, alright. I’ll get ready and send you my look.“

           "Perfect. Have fun girl ~”

           You inhaled and exhaled deeply as you clutched your trench coat around you for protection. You weren’t used to wearing a lot of eye make-up and deep red lipstick, but you wanted to look as seductive and daring as you were going to try to be tonight. You adjusted your elegantly designed silver masquerade mask and without another thought, you pulled open the door leading into Club Masquerade, hoping it would give you the change you needed in your mundane life.

           A bell echoed as you stepped in and immediately you were greeted by cute girl at the entrance.

           "Hello welcome to Club Masquerade, where we make your fantasies come true! How can I help you today?“ she smiled warmly, which eased your frantically beating heart.

           It seemed straight out of a Renaissance fairytale. There was a beautiful chandelier lined with diamonds that reflected the silver and gold that decorated the high ceilings. You saw there were red velvet curtains in the back where people adorning masks of all styles and colors were disappearing to. Some were sitting in small tables by the entrance, merely conversing and having tea, but they too soon disappeared behind the maroon veils.

           Seeing your awe, the girl chuckled. "It must be your first time today. Are you familiar with how we work?”

           "Ummm…“ you blushed. "Not really…”

           "No problem. I’m here to answer any of your questions and curiosities.“

           "Um…what exactly does it mean when you say you’ll make our fantasies come true?” you whispered, embarrassed.

           "Absolutely anything and everything.“ she grinned proudly. "We have a variety of persona hosts that specialize in different forms of fantasies. Of course everything is anonymous so you don’t have to worry about being recognized, and everyone knows the safe word.”

           "Persona…hosts…?“ you blinked.

           Her lips curled up endearingly. "Oh dear. I think we have a pure one here.”

           You felt your cheeks heat up as she looked at you with a warm flicker in her eye, like a teacher ready to give her favorite lecture.

           "How about…“ you felt an arm wrap around your shoulder and you tensed up. ”…you let us take over from here?“

           You felt yourself shiver as a strong arm pulled you flush against his body.

           "It might be easier to show her how things work here.”

           The hairs on your skin immediately stood on edge at his emphasis. Was it excitement? You glanced beside you to find an attractive man wearing a sparkling red masquerade mask. Before you could study him more carefully, a hand grabbed yours and a pair of lips pressed onto the back of your hand, causing your heart to flip over.

           "We’ll take good care of her.“

           You gawked at the man wearing a silver-lined black mask in front of you. The girl at the reception laughed and glanced over at you.

           "It seems you’re in luck today Miss.” she explained as she nudged you playfully. “These are the best two hosts we have and it seems you’ve piqued their interest~”

           You blushed as you tensed up, not used to being surrounded by attractive and forward men.

           "Which persona are they…?“ you questioned.

           The receptionist giggled as she handed you a circular buzzer, similar to ones they have at restaurants that take reservations.

            "I’ll let them take over now. This will flash and vibrate when your hour is up. If you’d like to extend the time, there’s a red button in each room that you can press. If not, then your hosts will escort you back out here.” she explained brightly as you grabbed the buzzer nervously. “Have a pleasure-filled time!”

           You smiled weakly as the two led you down into the section of tables.

           "Hungry?“ Black Mask, as you were going to refer to him in your mind, questioned.

           You shook your head.

           "Don’t be nervous.” Red Mask whispered into your ear and you shuddered at his closeness. Then he turned to Black Mask with a smug smile. “Explanations aren’t my thing, so I’ll give her to you for 35 minutes and I’ll take the last 25?”

           "Alright, I’ll spend 10 minutes explaining things then.“

           "He’ll prepare you for me…” Red Mask hummed into your ear again, his hand slowly moving down your arm before he walked away.

           Black Mask chuckled as he took your arm and wrapped it around his, guiding you elegantly.

           "Don’t be so tense. You set the rules around here. None of the hosts will do anything to make you uncomfortable. We’re here to serve you exactly how you want us to.“

           You nodded, feeling a little better.

           "So these tables are for those who just require a conversational host or for those who like easing into the…main dish.” Black Mask licked his lips and you bit yours as you watched him. “So yeah, we have a place for tea and talking, some refreshments, etc. Any questions?”

           You shook your head and he chuckled, tapping your arm gently. “Relax.”

           "I’m sorry…this is just not my usual place to hang out…“ you mumbled.

           He grinned, "I would be surprised if it was anyone’s. Everyone starts off nervous when trying something new, but trust me. I won’t do anything to hurt you.”

           Your heart fluttered at the sincerity of his statement, but then he leaned closer and whispered, “Unless you want me to.”

           Your body heated up as the scent of his cologne filled up your senses. He straightened back up and led you to the red veils.

           "And here we have the host rooms.“ he introduced, simply standing there to ease your nerves. "You must have lots of questions about this.”

           "Are they all bedrooms?“ you mumbled.

           "No.” he chuckled. “Some people don’t like doing things on beds.”

           Your eyes widened as you glanced up at him and he winked playfully. You felt yourself giggle at his playful tone.

           "There’s a smile – finally!“ he nudged. "There are bedrooms in the farthest part of this hallway, but the first few are lounges, then some are specialty rooms, others we end up redecorating according to the client’s preferences.”

           "Wow.“ You were impressed. "That’s a lot of work.”

           "Anything to make our clients happy.“ His lips curled up and you felt yourself smile. "Well, it seems you’re not sure what your interests are in this…field. So what do you want to do?”

           You blinked, “What’re my options?”

           "Well, if you would like, we can just sit and chat.“ he gestured to the tables. "Or we can take it easy in one of the lounges. Orrrr –” he grinned. “–if I’ve completely terrified you and you want to run off, then you’re welcome to do so.”

           You chuckled, now more relaxed. Something about him eased your worries and curiosity was slowly getting the better of you as you wondered what exactly happened in these rooms. Excitement bubbled in your stomach and you felt a surge of spontaneity.

           "Let’s go to the lounges.“

           You hardly recognized the confident voice that came out of you. But something drew you there. You wanted to see for yourself what exactly was behind the veil. You wanted to unravel the mysteries of this place, and the more Black Mask questioned you, the more you wanted to discover the mysteries in yourself.

           "As you wish.” His lips curled up proudly as slipped his hand into yours, leading you to the hallway of rooms.

           Once you were behind the veil, you heard an eerie silence. The lighting was dim, alluring, and mysterious like the rest of the place.

           As if reading your thoughts, Black Mask commented, “All rooms are soundproof so you can be as loud as you want.”

           You blushed from the implication. He smiled as he entered the room and you were surprised to see Red Mask sitting on one of the couches nonchalantly.

           "Figured you’d go to this room.“ he grinned.

           "Hm?” you looked up at Black Mask inquisitively.

           "This is technically ‘my’ room.“ he answered lightheartedly.

           "My room’s a bit more… fun.” Red Mask smirked. “Hopefully I’ll be able to take you there soon enough.”

           You bit your lip nervously at his comment and soon, Red Mask was in front of you.

           "Don’t bite your lip like that.“ he growled. "Or I’m going to jump you with him watching.”

           You inhaled sharply, but soon the gentle hand of Black Mask cut in between you two.

           "I still have 30 minutes with her, but I wanted her to establish rules with both of us before I get started.“ Black Mask explained then turned to you. "Let’s sit?”

           You smiled and nodded as he led you to the couch. Red Mask’s eyes were watching your every move and for some reason, it boosted your confidence that he was ravaging your body with his prolonged stare.

           "Rules?“ you questioned as you sat down.

           "Yeah, set some boundaries for us. Tell us what absolutely turns you off. We’ll remember it.”

           "Hmm…“ you pursed your lips as you pondered about it.

           "Damn you’re so cute.” Black Mask covered his face and laughed.

           Your lips curled up at the compliment. The two then sat on either side of you, waiting for your decision.

           "Well…“ you started and their eyes were on you attentively.

           "Clothes stay on.”

           They nodded and it encouraged you to continue. “And my lower half is off limits… unless I say otherwise.”

           "And by lower half, you mean below your stomach but above your thighs?“ Red Mask hummed.

           You turned warm and nodded.

           "Anything else?” Black Mask questioned and you shook your head.

           "That’s fine.“ Red Mask smirked and he leaned over, talking into the crook of your neck. "I can make you beg for me without touching you there.”

           You swallowed roughly as your heartbeat quickened at the thought of it. But soon enough, Red Mask stood up and left the room, giving the allotted time to Black Mask.

           "Well,“ he leaned against the couch. "it seems you’re not sure what you like and dislike, huh?”

           "I haven’t really given it much thought…“ you frowned.

           He scooted over closer to you and smiled gently. "Well that’s what I’m here for.”

           You locked eyes with him.

           "I’ll figure you out.“ he whispered as he caressed your face softly.

           Your eyes darted to his lips then back to his eyes but as he moved his face closer, your gaze didn’t leave his mouth. You were mesmerized.

           "Can I kiss you?” he whispered, his breath ghosting over your lips.

           You nodded in anticipation and he lightly pressed his lips on yours sweetly. Your entire body tingled with the sensation. His thumb rubbed the side of your cheek and he stared at you lovingly.

           "You’re okay?“ he asked and you nodded.

           He smiled and leaned back to capture your lips gently as both of his hands cupped your face. Your breath hitched as his hands traveled down to your neck. One of his hands stayed on your face while the other glided down your arm to intertwine your fingers together. You kissed back, already following the rhythm of his lips.

           "Comfortable?” he hummed.

           You nodded, catching your breath. Although kissing side by side was a bit hard, you didn’t want to stop the momentum. He chuckled as he kissed your cheek and your breathing got labored as he traveled down your jaw then to your neck. The kisses were light but it ignited your body, as if he knew exactly where you were most sensitive. His free hand unfastened your trench coat and you both maintained eye contact as he slowly pulled it off your shoulders, revealing your tight, form-fitting black dress.

           "Wow.“ he breathed, taking in your body. "You’re beautiful.”

           Your hands nervously reached out for him and he gave you an encouraging smile, observing the worried look in your eyes. “You can touch me wherever, as much as you want.”

           You wanted more of his kisses and for some reason, doing this with a complete stranger where no one knew who you were, made you more courageous than you had expected. Gently, you pulled his tuxedo towards you and he smiled into the kiss happily.

           "Tell me what you like.“ he whispered as he started leaving a trail of butterfly kisses down your neck onto your shoulder, as your heart ran a marathon inside your chest.

           "Keep doing that.” you muttered, breathlessly.

           "As you wish.“ he placed a chaste kiss on your lips before tending to the other side of your body.

           Soon his hands found its way back to caressing your face and you leaned forward to lock lips with him feverishly. He mentally took note of what he did to get that reaction out of you and tested out the waters by grazing his tongue on your lower lip. You gasped at the new feeling and you pressed deeper into the kiss. You felt his lips curl up as he repeated that same action again but at a more languid pace. Soon, you were on your knees on the couch nearly straddling him to deepen the kiss. His tongue on your lip was driving you insane.

           He broke the kiss and chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist to steady you.

           "It’ll be dangerous if you straddle me with a dress on.” his eyes twinkled brightly as he took in how swollen your lips had become and how your pupils were dilated with lust.

           "What?“ you breathed, clearly not in the right state of mind.

           His expression darkened as he smirked, "It’ll be dangerous.”

           You realized your position and immediately sat back down, flustered.

           "Tell me if you don’t like this.“ he whispered and soon you found your back on the couch and him hovering over you.

           He had placed your coat on top of your legs mannerly as he climbed over you on all fours.


           You shook your head and smiled, tugging at his tie. He raised an eyebrow at your gesture.

           "Kiss me.“ you requested.

           He grinned as he leaned down.

           "You’re too damn cute.”

           Soon, you were locking lips again but this time your hands freely roamed his body, feeling his chest, his waist, and fiddled with his belt. His hands were supporting himself up so your bodies didn’t make contact but little by little his body melted into yours, which you received heartily. He gently played with your hair, caressed your cheek, and lightly nipped at your neck, leaving you breathless, relaxed, yet wanting so much more.

           Suddenly, there was knock on the door and he chuckled, immediately sitting up and getting off the couch. You were panting heavily, upset at the loss of contact.

           "What’s happening?“ you questioned, your voice a bit rough and dehydrated as you sat up.

           He chuckled as he returned by your side with a cup of water.

           "My 35 minutes with you is up.” he smiled.

           "Already?“ you pouted.

           He leaned over and kissed you sweetly on the cheek. "We can always play some more if you prefer me.”

           "Prefer…?“ you furrowed your brow.

           Black Mask fixed your hair carefully as you finished your water.

           "My friend has a bit of a different… approach than me.” His eyes had a mischievous glint to it as he grabbed the empty cup from you.

           You watched him walk towards the door sadly. He turned to you one last time and winked, “I look forward to your choice.”

           With that, he opened the door and disappeared, leaving you alone in the room. Those 35 minutes felt like an eternity of heaven for you. Then you finally composed yourself, realizing that your next host was the one that continually sent shivers of excitement down your spine simply with his words. You felt the need to throw your trench coat back on; you felt naked and anxious. You walked around the room to cool yourself down from your previous encounter.

           Suddenly, the door opened and closed quietly. The atmosphere changed immediately. With Black Mask, it had been light, comfortable, and sweet but there was a thick tension in the air as soon as Red Mask stepped foot into the room. Your eyes locked with his piercing stare and he smirked.

           "Fucking finally.“ he rushed to where you were and crashed his lips onto yours. You got the wind knocked out of you as he pushed you against the wall. Not wasting time, he slipped his tongue into your mouth, and immediately battled with yours. He broke the kiss and he grazed your neck with his nose.

           "I told you I’d make you beg for me, didn’t I?” he hummed and you fought to catch your breath from his surprise kiss.

           He pressed open mouthed kisses down your neck, licking the same exact spot alternatingly.

           "This….“ he bit your bottom lip as he traced your chest down to the buttons of your trench coat. ”…needs to come off.“

           You nodded.

           "Take it off for me baby girl.” he whispered on your lips and your hands immediately obeyed, unfastening the buttons at lightning speed.

           He kissed your newly exposed shoulders and worked his way to the low V-cut of your dress.

           "Fuck, you’re hott.“ he muttered before licking a line down your chest, causing you to gasp and thread your hands through his hair.

           "Hmm yes, make more sounds for me.” he growled as he pulled you towards him and attacked your lips again.

           Your arms wrapped around his neck to deepen the kiss, but he stepped back hurriedly. You stumbled forward, confused. He smirked as he took your arms and pinned them to the wall, before returning to heatedly make out with you. You struggled to get your arms free from his grasp, but he was stronger than you. His lips curled up and he stared into your eyes dangerously.

           "Do you want to touch me baby girl?“ he hissed.

           You nodded weakly.

           "Where do you want to touch me?” he smirked and you swallowed hard.  

           "Everywhere.“ you breathed as you pressed your lips onto his hungrily.

           Easily, he lifted you up by your waist as your tongues continued to fight for dominance; you wrapped your legs around him to help distribute some of your weight. And soon, you found your back pressed roughly onto the couch. His hands roamed your thighs firmly as neither of you broke the kiss for a few minutes. You reveled in the way he was devouring you. You could tell he needed you, he wanted you, and it excited you. Slowly, he grinded into you and you gasped, breaking the kiss at the feeling of his hardness. He smirked at you as he studied your shocked expression.

           "That’s all from you.” he mumbled.

           And you had to warn yourself to hold onto your dignity. Seeing, the hesitation and worry on your face, he chuckled.

           "Alright, alright. If I reach strike three, then I’m out. Or…“ he nipped at your lip. ”… you can just punish me.“

           You pulled him flush against your body and kissed him fervently. This man got you so riled up, it was unfair. He pushed the boundaries, but it made everything all the more exhilarating, as if you were a teenager rebelling against your parents for the first time. You felt the strings of your sanity loosen and you began to bask in the idea that you could be whoever you wanted to be with these men. They didn’t know who you were outside of it, and they were never going to.

           Your thoughts were soon interrupted by the buzz and vibration of the circular disc the receptionist had given you earlier. Groaning, Red Mask pushed himself off of you and stood up. You blushed as he unabashedly flaunted the growing need inside his pants in front of you.

           "Wanna fix it?” he smirked and you blushed, scolding yourself that you almost agreed to do so.

           He chuckled as he outstretched his hand out. “Don’t worry. A very rare few get to see the goods on the first session.”

           He winked at you and you chuckled, slipping your hand into his.

           "Oh my coat.“ You grabbed it, but Red Mask pulled you roughly to him as you attempted to put it on.

           "Don’t.” he hummed. “I want everyone to see how sexy you are when we walk out.”

           You felt your cheeks warm but you obliged. He took you out of the room and you found Black Mask waiting for you two beyond the veil with a bright smile.

           "Have fun?“ he asked lightly.

           "Of course. Who do you think I am?” Red Mask rolled his eyes.

           "Your fun is not everyone else’s fun.“ Black Mask grabbed your coat and threw it over your shoulder. "You’ll catch a cold like this.”

           "I want to flaunt her.“ Red Mask grumbled.

           "She looks beautiful even with the coat.” Black Mask smiled as he stepped back to take a good look at you. “Flaunt away.”

           His compliment made you smile and you felt your heart melt.

           "Oh. I didn’t catch your names…“ you muttered.

           The two grinned. "We’ll tell you our names after you tell us which one you liked best.”

           You froze, realizing you didn’t have a decision. Seeing your blank expression, the two cracked up.

           "Are you saying you like us both equally?“ Black Mask asked.

           "I mean…it was my first encounter with both of you…it’s hard to tell…” you trailed off shyly.

           The two looked at each other then smiled.

           "I’m fine with sharing.“ Red Mask shrugged.

           "For now at least.” Black Mask tightened your coat around you.

           "Is that okay?“ you looked at them with wide eyes. "I just feel like I want to get to know you guys…as hosts…better? Is that weird?”

           "Nah. We’re pretty flexible here.“ Red Mask winked at you, donning his signature smirk. "Plus I’m always looking for fresh meat to corrupt.”

           You giggled.

           "How about this,“ Black Mask suggested. "let’s exchange numbers?”


           "Well you said you wanted to get to know us as hosts better right?” Black Mask smiled. “We can keep you updated on when our slots are both free again for you to come in.”

           "And if you need any help from home…“ Red Mask whispered. ”…I don’t mind help out through the phone.“

           You covered your face, flustered. Fumbling into your purse, you eagerly grabbed the new personal phone you had just gotten for yourself to separate your work life, and handed it to them.

            "Do you guys always give away your work numbers?” you asked as you watched them type into your phone.

           "No.“ Black Mask smiled as he handed the phone over, "It’s cause you’re special.”

           Red Mask, on the other hand, chuckled and leaned down to whisper, “It’s so I could show you how riled up I can get you without needing to touch you.”

           You turned red immediately as he cackled while he finished typing in his number.

           "Those are our work phones, so feel free to text whenever.“ Black Mask grinned.

           "Who’s who?” you glanced down at the new names on your phone.

           "I’m J-Hope.“

           "I’m Chims. And you are…?”

           You smiled at them. “I guess… I can be whoever you guys want me to be.”

           "That’s bold, Silver girl.“ Black Mask tapped your silver mask playfully and sweetly kissed you on the cheek. "I like that.”

           "See ya baby girl.“ Red Mask patted your hip smugly before the two walked away to get back to work.

           Feeling lighthearted and giddy, you stepped out of Club Masquerade, transformed into a completely different person than when you had walked in. 

          As soon as you got home, you hopped into bed and edited the contacts on your phone so it was easier for you to remember who was who. Smiling contently to yourself, you stared at the two new names:

           ”Black Mask J-Hope“ and ”Red Mask Chims“.

Part 2

Masquerade. (Jimin x Reader x Hoseok) Part 2

With a mask, you could be whoever you want to be. You could be someone completely different, or you could be unabashedly yourself.

Jimin x Reader x Hoseok

Fluff & Slight Smut

Office Au, Hosts Au

Summary: To secretly relieve your stress about your single life and your hard times at work, you cave and decide to give this mysteriously alluring club a chance. At Club Masquerade, you can indulge in your fantasies and indulge in who you really want to be without strings attached. So when you waltz in and realize you’re not exactly sure what you want, two of their best hosts swoop in and are more than willing to help you figure it out…

          But it seems you’re not the only one keeping secrets in your office.

Warning: Will STILL need lots of water for thirst. (Unless that’s just me again *fans self* lol)

Part 2 /4

Links: Part 1 | Part 2 Part 3 | Part 4

Originally posted by daria-bellum

Originally posted by jimin-nim

 [Roughly an hour before things went down at Club Masquerade]         

          “Dude, I’m totally the best.” Jimin stretched as he emerged from the break room to find Hoseok adjusting his black mask behind the darkness of the veil.

           Hoseok snorted. “Oh please. Who won host of the year multiple times?”

           "We BOTH did.“ Jimin shook his head. "The same amount of times in fact.”

           "You counted?“ Hoseok raised an eyebrow.

           Jimin shrugged. "Yeah, cause I’m going to break that tie this year ~”

           Hoseok rolled his eyes. “As if!”

           "You know, we also have the same number of clients too. If I get just ONE more client…“ Jimin mumbled and they both glanced at each other skeptically.

           They smirked knowingly.

           "Alright. Whoever comes through that door will decide who’s better.” Hoseok stated as he stepped out from the dark hallway.

           "You took the words right from my mouth.“ Jimin grinned as he crossed his arms confidently.

           Their heads turned immediately as the bell rang on cue and they spotted a gorgeous girl wearing a tight fitting yet elegant black dress and a silver mask. Their lips curled up as their eyes scanned their target and observed what they could from her actions before swooping in.

           "Game on.” They chuckled as they bumped fists before setting out in different directions to begin.

           This is Silver Mask girl.

           You stared at the text message you had sent to the two separate numbers nervously on Monday morning. You didn’t want to look too eager so you made a pact not to text J-Hope and Chims until the end of the weekend. However, as the seconds ticked by, you began to get anxious.

           What if they don’t answer back? What if they don’t even remember you?

           You had gotten to work super early to mentally and emotionally prepare yourself for this first bold step, but now, being there in silence was driving you slowly insane. Your mind wandered to all of the what ifs–

           What if they were still asleep? What if they were with a client? What if this was all a ploy?

           "Ugh.“ You groaned as you slammed your head on your desk.

           "If you were just going to sleep during work hours, you should’ve just stayed home. I didn’t look forward to seeing your face first thing in the morning anyway.” Hoseok’s voice echoed and you exhaled, turning your head, still attached to your desk, to glare at him.

           However, he wasn’t even looking at you but staring at his phone with happy smile you weren’t used to seeing. Quickly, he typed something then stuffed his phone back into his pocket, his smile immediately fading. He was about to step into his office without another word when your phone rang loudly, jolting you straight up in your chair and causing him to flinch as he reached for the doorknob.

           "Turn that blasted thing off if you don’t want to get fired.“ he snarled.            

           "Yes, yes.” you answered carelessly as you swiped your phone in hopes of a reply.

           You beamed as your prayers were answered.

           Black Mask J-Hope: Good morning :) I was getting worried we scared you away when you didn’t message all weekend! I was hoping you got home safely after our time together.

           Immediately, you were brought back to your time with J-Hope. He was kind and gentle, easing you into the idea of Club Masquerade. It filled you with butterflies at the memory of it. Before you could reply, your phone beeped again.

           "SHUT THAT DARN THING OFF Y/N. It is too early for me to hear those incessant chirping noises!“ Hoseok bellowed from his office and you hurriedly turned your phone on silent.

           "My bad!” You called back, but your mood wasn’t going to be ruined now that one of the masks had replied.

           Black Mask J-Hope: When will I see you again?


           You covered your mouth to suppress the giddy giggles that were threatening to surface. Taking a deep breath, you hurried to reply to keep up the conversation.

           Y/N: When do you want to see me again?


           You mentally patted your back, happy that you thought of a flirtatious comeback.

           Black Mask J-Hope: Would you like to see me again?

           Y/N: Of course! I had a lot of fun last time.

           Black Mask J-Hope: I’m glad. I still have other things I want to do with you. Let’s have fun again!


           You blushed immediately and cautiously looked around to make sure no one else had arrived while you were focused on your messages.

           Y/N: I thought you were supposed to tell me when you were free?

           Black Mask J-Hope: Were you waiting for me to tell you?

           You: …Maybe…

           Black Mask J-Hope: Haha you’re cute

           You grinned at the welcome compliment. Suddenly, a new message popped up and your heart fluttered as your eyes caught the first part of the sentence. Looking side to side, you moved your phone to your lap before opening the new text.

           Red Mask Chims: It’s about damn time. I was thinking about you all fucking weekend.


           Your body heated up as you heard the message in Chims’s rough voice.

           "Oh, you’re here early?“ Jimin walked into the office wearing his wide angelic smile and you fumbled to hide your phone from this heavenly creature.

           You flashed him a smile that you prayed would be attractive and answered, "Yeah, I didn’t want to get yelled at first thing in the morning about being ‘tardy’ because Mr. Jung decided to get here early randomly again.”

           Jimin chuckled and set down a cup of coffee on your table. “Well, good thing you’re here so your coffee doesn’t get cold.”

           "You don’t have to get this for me every morning.“ You blushed as you kindly sipped on it.

           "I want to.” He smiled happily. “When you’re happy, I’m happy. Plus you’re really helping me adapt to this place well.”

           "I’m happy to help.“ Your lips curled up as you took a sip to hide the fact that you quite enjoyed Jimin’s positivity in the morning.

           "Oh right, I have my first meetings to attend this morning, right?” He walked around your table casually so that he was leaning against it, right next to your chair.

           You blinked at him curiously.

           "Can you talk me through it?“ he requested.

           "Oh yeah! Of course! Just a second. Let me get the files in the closet. I put them away on Friday for safe keeping.”            

           "Take your time.“ he chuckled as he whipped his phone out. "I’ll put my briefcase in the office and we’ll regroup here in a few seconds.”

           "Sounds good.“

           "Don’t stay away too long~” he giggled and you felt a blush forming on your cheeks at his playfulness as you hurried to the file closet.

           Once you were alone, you took your phone out to reply to Chims but your phone lit up again with a new message from him.

           Red Mask Chims: I would kill to touch your thighs again.


           You started coughing violently as the text caught you by surprise.

           Y/N: Good morning to you too

           Red Mask Chims: It’d be a good morning if I had you last night.


           “Oh my …” you whispered.

           "Where is she?“

           Hearing Hoseok’s voice startled you back to reality and you grabbed the files quickly. However, on your way out, the door flew open and you were face to face with your long time boss.

           "What, are you sleeping in the closet now?” he scoffed.

           "I just came to get the files I needed for Mr. Park’s meetings today.“ You waved them in front of his face indignantly and tried walk past him.

           But he slammed his hands on the door frames, blocking you from passing. You exhaled and crossed your arms.

           "How can I help you Mr. Jung?”

           He squinted his eyes and stared you down suspiciously. You felt yourself getting conscious under his gaze.

           "Wh-what…“ you stammered.

           "You put make-up on today.” he stepped away from the door.

           You furrowed your brows and slipped out hurriedly, afraid he had other tricks up his sleeve. “Yes…so?”

           "Finally realized you were ugly?“ he chuckled as he shut the door then he leaned closer. "Or do you have the hotts for Mr. Park?”

           You turned red and smacked him with the folders you had on hand. “Don’t say things like that!”

           He cackled as he slipped his hands into his pockets. “He’s too good for you Y/N. Don’t even delude yourself.”

           You hit Hoseok one last time angrily before spinning on your heels to get back to Jimin who was occupying your chair while pressing buttons on his phone.

           "Oh? Did you guys come from the closet together?“ Jimin teased as he spotted you and Hoseok walking back to the lobby.

           "As if.” You and Hoseok rolled your eyes.

           Hearing the other’s answer had you both glaring at each other, offended.

           Jimin laughed as he stared at the two of you. “You two have never dated?”

           Hoseok looked disgusted while you were just flabbergasted.

           "Absolutely not!“ you both chimed.

           Jimin cupped his chin cutely on your desk and smiled sweetly.

           "I’m glad to hear that then~”

           Your heart flipped at his comment and Hoseok chuckled before changing topics.

           "Anyway, Madam Secretary, I have some changes to what I need to say in my afternoon meetings. Once you’re done with Mr. Park, come see me in my office.“ Then he turned to Jimin. "I messaged you earlier, but you never got back to me.”

           "I’ll get to it, don’t worry.“ Jimin laughed then whispered to you. "He’s so needy.”

           "Yah.“ Hoseok grabbed your folder and bopped the top of Jimin’s head playfully as they both laughed.

           You smiled watching the unusual scene of your long time boss enjoying himself.

           "How long have you known each other?” you questioned.

           "Mmmm…we were roommates in college and in the same major.“ Jimin answered happily. "We’ve been inseparable since.”

           You grinned as you endearingly looked at both of them. Hoseok furrowed his brows and poked your forehead.

           "I don’t like the face you’re making.“ he commented.

           "I’m just happy you have friends, Mr. Jung.” You fake sobbed. “I was genuinely concerned.”

           "Yah!“ he yelled but his voice was drowned out by Jimin’s loud melodious laughter. You smirked victoriously at Hoseok who stared at you incredulously.

           "Oh, I like her Hoseok.” Jimin wiped a tear from his eye as he continued laughing. “We’ll get along so well, Y/N.”

           You beamed proudly as Hoseok shook his head.

           "Well get back to work.“ he exhaled as workers started piling in slowly.

           "Aye aye Boss!” Jimin answered heartily. “I love you my dear friend!”

           "Shut up Jimin!“ Hoseok growled, embarrassed as he shut the door.

           "He’s pretty cute at times, hm?” Jimin grinned, returning his gaze to you.

           You smiled, “Shall I get started?”

           "Oh!“ Jimin hurried off your chair. "Please, sit. You’re wearing heels.”

           "Oh no, it’s fi–“

           "I insist.” Jimin urged. “It’s not even my desk. I just took over like it was mine….”

           You chuckled and waved your hand nonchalantly. “You’re welcome to my desk at anytime.”

           Jimin smiled fondly as he gestured for you to sit, to which you obliged.

           "So…“ he sat at the edge of your desk and clasped his hands together attentively. "Hit me with information!”

           You grinned as you opened your folder.  

           During lunch, you happily sat on the rooftop, ready to continue your conversations with your mysterious masks. You had been in meetings all morning with Mr. Park so you were itching to check if they had said anything to you. It was all exhilarating, much like you were dating again.

           Grinning, you opened the message from Black Mask J-Hope.

           Black Mask J-Hope: We’re both free Wednesday. Same time, same place. But we agreed we’d get you an hour each this time around since we have different free slots. Is that good?

           Y/N: Yeah, it’s perfect. You guys must be busy, huh?

           Black Mask J-Hope: Jealous already?

           Y/N: Haha as if. I just don’t want to tire you out.

           Black Mask J-Hope: Trust me…I won’t ever get tired of seeing you.


           You smiled and clutched your phone happily.

           Black Mask J-Hope: And if anything, I won’t be the one that’s going to be tired.


           You bit your sandwich to stifle your scream.

           Y/N: Are you going to tire me out?

           Black Mask J-Hope: Well, you have an hour of us each this time. I’m going to make you too tired to make it to your second hour with Chims so I get to keep you all to myself. Prepare yourself.

           Y/N: Haha how come I’m not so convinced about you tiring me out?

           Black Mask J-Hope: I’m offended haha. Well, look forward to me proving you wrong on Wednesday.


           Suddenly a new message popped up and you checked it. You began violently coughing and chugged half of your water bottle.

           Red Mask Chims: J-Hope just told me you agreed to Wednesday. Tell me what you’re wearing.

           Y/N: Why?

           Red Mask Chims: So I can fucking think about how hott you’re going to look when I finally get my hands on you.

           Y/N: Well, I’ll have to get back to you on that when I get home.

           Red Mask Chims: If you want to send me some pictures when you do, that’ll be more than appreciated.

           Y/N: You really need to keep it in your pants.

           Red Mask Chims: Oh believe me, your resistance is really turning me on. It’s proving quite difficult.

           Y/N: You’re into really odd things, huh?

           Red Mask Chims: Curious, intrigued, judgmental, or wet?

           Y/N: Is this multiple choice?

           Red Mask Chims: I’d prefer if you were all of the above.

           Y/N: And if I was?

           Red Mask Chims: I can help you take care of yourself ;)


           You glanced around, your heart beating rapidly. It wasn’t like you were doing anything wrong but you wanted to be cautious of your surroundings. After checking that no one else was in the rooftop, you fanned yourself. You knew replying would be dangerous, but you didn’t want to just end the conversations. While you pondering over how to answer each of them, they both messaged you. Curiously, you opened them.

           Black Mask J-Hope: I can’t wait to kiss you again. I can’t wait to find other ways to kiss you that make you crawl on me dangerously.


           Red Mask Chims: I want you to paint my body with your red lips while I trace yours with my tongue.


           Something got caught in your throat and you packed up your lunch hurriedly.

           Abort mission.

            If their messages were going to get progressively raunchy, you needed to stop checking them or so help you for the rest of the day at work. And you knew, you needed to always be on your toes when it came to meetings with Mr. Jung. Your mind couldn’t be wandering and replaying the way each of them touched you, kissed you, and imagining how they’ll hold you again in two days. You knew they weren’t going to hold back anymore. Not now that they have you to themselves for an hour each. The real question was: would YOU be alright?

           Inhaling and exhaling to compose yourself, you returned to your desk. Jimin was chatting with some of your co-workers, eating lunch with them brightly. You smiled warmly as you fixed up your desk. Looking around curiously, you spotted movement in the office. Hoseok was pacing so you grabbed your files and knocked lightly.

           "Hm.“ he hummed and you stepped inside.

           He stared at you. "Yes?”

           "You want me to go over your documents again?“ You held up your files.

           He shook his head. "I’m fine. Leave me alone.”

           You watched him pace a few more times skeptically then spoke up. “But you never pace unless you’re worried.”

           He glared at you, “I’m not worried about work. Now get out!”

           You squinted your eyes as he looked at you seriously.

           "Girl friend?“ you smirked.

           He groaned and marched to you speedily. Opening the door, he shoved you out as you chuckled.

           "I’m right, aren’t I?” you bellowed.

           "Shut up!“ Hoseok yelled from behind the door.

           You turned to find the co-workers and Jimin looking at you. Grinning, you shrugged and went back to your table. A few minutes later, Jimin sat at the front of your desk suavely.

           "I missed you at lunch. Where’d you go?” he questioned sweetly.

           You blushed at his sincerity. “I needed some fresh air so I was at the rooftop for lunch today.”

           "Oh cool!“ his eyes widened. "I didn’t know we had a rooftop! You have to take me one day!”

           You smiled and nodded, “Of course.”

           "We’ll have lunch together there.“

           You blinked, "What?”

           He grinned as he grabbed your hand and hooked your pinkies together. “You promised to have lunch with me on the rooftop. No take backs.”

           You stared at him skip back to his office with your mouth wide open. What had just happened?

           You were dozing off at your desk when there was a loud knocking in front of you.

           "Yah! Sleepyhead.“

           The firm sound of Mr. Jung’s voice snapped you back from your sleepiness.

           "You need to be on your toes today, Y/N.” He looked at you intently. “Here. I can’t have you half-asleep. This meeting is everything to this branch.”

           You straightened up and nodded as he offered you his coffee cup. Surprised at his kindness, you took a sip and gagged as you found that it was already room temperature. Hoseok snorted, pleased.

           "Awake now?“

           "How long has that been out?” You glared at him, irritated.

           "Mmm since this morning?“ he smiled, faking innocence.

           You grabbed the cup and chucked it into your garbage can angrily. "Let’s go, Mr. Jung.”

           He laughed as you walked past him, visibly annoyed.


           "Shut up.” you snarled.

           "Good. Maybe your anger will make you look intimidating for once. Then you’ll be useful to me.“ He patted your head and took larger strides so that now he was in front of you.

           You exhaled and trudged after him, sending daggers to the back of his head with your eyes.

           Wednesday couldn’t come fast enough.

            Wednesday did eventually roll around and there you stood at the entrance of Club Masquerade. With your heart bouncing in your chest, you fixed your silver mask once again, and felt more confident in the tight off-shoulder maroon dress you were wearing. This time, you were excited. Work had been ten times more bearable with something to look forward to. You loved your job of course, but you didn’t have much outside of it so this was liberating in so many aspects. Unlike the first time simply a few days ago, you heartily opened the doors, welcoming the echoing of the front door bell.

           "Welcome to Club Masquerade!” the receptionist grinned happily. “I’m glad to see you’re back!”

           You smiled and bowed.          

           Suddenly, an arm snaked around your waist.

           "I’ll be taking her.“ J-Hope chuckled and the receptionist winked at you.

           "Have fun ~”

           You blushed as J-Hope pulled you closer as he led you.

           "I’m happy you were able to make it.“ He smiled warmly. "I don’t think I could’ve taken another day without having you in my arms.”

           You smiled.

           "Want some tea first?“ he questioned.

           You pondered then nodded. "Yeah, sure.”

           He smiled and led you to a table in the far end of the dining hall. You glanced around curiously.

           "Why did you take me so far?“

           "I wanted to show you the view.” He pulled open the curtains to reveal a beautiful garden surrounding a gorgeous sculpture at the center of a fountain.

           You gasped in awe and J-Hope pulled the seat out for you, gesturing you to sit down.

           "It’s beautiful.“ You commented as you took a seat.

           "So are you.” he grinned as he kissed your cheek, and you scrunched your face.

           "Too cheesy, huh?“

           You laughed. "A bit.”

           "What tea do you want? I’ll go make it for you.“

           "Actually, I just had some questions…if that’s okay.” You bit your lip.

           "Of course. We can do whatever you want. I’m yours for the next hour.“

           "Oh right. I didn’t get that buzzer thing.” You realized.

           "Chims will have it when he comes to get you.“ J-Hope sat down and gave you his full attention. "So how can I help you?”

           "Well… um…in your logo or your catchphrase whatever…what exactly does it mean 'indulge in who you want to be’?“ You questioned.

           "Mmm I guess it can be interpreted in many ways. But I’d like to think we give people a chance to learn about who they are… mostly sexually but I guess even that says a lot about a person.” he answered nonchalantly.

           You blushed. “So I’m not the only one who…doesn’t know?”

           J-Hope laughed, “Many people that come here do want to explore a different side of themselves. However, you’re definitely one-of-a-kind to be honest. You’re completely a blank canvas, but I think that’s what makes you so attractive.”

           He caressed your cheek sweetly. “You’re looking for something and I’m going to help you find it.”

           You smiled and nodded.

           He slid his thumb across your lip. “You know I won’t hurt you right?”

           "I know.“ you answered genuinely.

           "Good.” he tilted your chin up as he kissed you sweetly.

           You stared into each other’s eyes. You had been waiting to feel his lips on yours again for days and it still took your breath away like you remembered.

           "Next question?“

           "Who do you think I’m going to be once I indulge?” you whispered, staring down at his lips hovering over yours.

           "I think you’re going to be someone who’s going to drive me crazy.“ he breathed as he captured your lips again.

           "Let’s go.” you spoke onto his lips, not wanting to waste time anymore.

           J-Hope chuckled at your eagerness, “As you wish.”

           He outstretched his hand and you took it without hesitation. In no time, you were back in his lounge room.

           "Get comfortable and relax.“ He reminded as he locked the door.

           The click of the lock sent shivers down your spine.

           "Help me with my coat.” You requested as you turned your back to him, wanting to surprise him with what was underneath.

           You had been waiting too long for their contact that it seemed like your courage was unusually high today.

           "Of course.“ J-Hope smiled, taking the hint.

           He wrapped his arms around you from behind as he pulled the tie holding your coat shut. Then slowly, he kissed your neck as he pulled your trench coat off your shoulders. As your skin got exposed to the cold air, he warmed it with his lips. Immediately, your body reacted and you tilted your neck to give him more access. He removed your coat and chucked it to the side then pulled your waist back into him as he continued to trail down your shoulder. You sighed and melted into him.

           "Did you wear this for me, baby?” he whispered. “You look so beautiful.”

           Your heart welled up at his pet name and you nodded as you felt his hands caress your curves gently. He was worshipping your body gently and your heart raced.

           "Relax.“ he urged. "Trust yourself to me.”

           Your body obeyed and your mind went blank as you just focused on his hands and his mouth.

           "I told you I’d tire you out, didn’t I?“ he chuckled as he slid a hand across your stomach, pressing your back against him.

           "You said you’d prove me wrong.” You smiled, feeling flirtatious and empowered as you felt his growing need behind you.

           "And I intend to keep that.“ He nipped at your earlobe playfully.

           "Seems like you’re holding back.” You turned yourself around to face him.

           "I want to make you comfortable.“ He looked at you fondly. "Would you like me turn it up a notch?”

           "Yes.“ you breathed. "You’re driving me crazy.”

           He chuckled, “You’re too cute.”

           Then he carefully pulled your hair over to one side then connected his mouth to your neck once again, flicking his tongue out. You gasped.

           "Seems like you like neck kisses.“ he chuckled then whispered into your ear. "I’ll find your sensitive spot and drive you crazy.”

           You blushed but had no time to retort because he proceeded to carry out his mission. You sighed and pulled him closer to you as you felt his tongue swirl at the skin behind your jaw and right below your ear.

           "Found it.“ he breathed and he sucked on that spot. You began panting.

           "Right there.” you exhaled as he continued kissing it.

           After what felt like a heavenly eternity of him just pleasuring you so easily with his lips on your neck, he muttered against your skin.

           "Can I mark you?“

           You swallowed, hazy from lust already. "Please.”

           Immediately, he sucked harder and nipped at it. Your head was spinning and all he was doing was forming a hickey. You knew you were in trouble.  

           "Do what you want.“ he whispered into your ear. "Don’t hold back.”

           You moaned as you pried his face away from your neck and crashed your lips together. Happily, he reciprocated, his hands holding your hips steady. You broke the kiss, out of breath. He chuckled.

           "Tired already?“

           "Of course not.” You exhaled.

           He smiled as he traced your neck lovingly and rubbed the newly formed hickey. “It’s so pretty and it shows you’re mine.”

           Your heartbeat quickened at the thought of being marked.

           "Need water?“ he questioned.

           "Sure.” You took this opportunity to sit on the couch and really watch him.

           Black Mask was tall, slender, with a good build. When you were touching his chest, you knew he worked out more than his clothes revealed. You licked your lips at the thought.

           "Here you go.“ He handed you a cup and you chugged it down in one shot.


           "Turned on.“ You blurted out your thought, and you hurriedly covered your mouth.

           "Oh?” he smirked as he scooted closer. “What do you want me to do about it?”

           You stared at him and smiled meekly. “Can I really not hold back?”

           "Please don’t.“ he gazed you genuinely. "Be completely yourself, that’s all I want from you.”

           "What if I scare myself?“

           "Indulge in it. Don’t be scared of who you are, and know that at least one person won’t be either.” he moved a piece of hair out of your face.

           "One person?“

           "Me.” he commented in a hushed tone as he kissed you sweetly, and your walls immediately came crashing down.

           "Okay.“ you breathed as he leaned closer to you.

           "You ready?” he questioned as he laid a careful hand on your lap.

           "Ready.“ You whispered, even though you didn’t actually know what you should be ready for.

           However, you immediately found your answer as he captured your lips and swiped his tongue on your bottom lip, the way it drove you crazy last time. You were filled with a mix of emotions. Your heart melted at the thought that he remembered such a small detail. But you also wanted to shut your thoughts up to enjoy the way his hand was drawing soft circles on your thighs while he kissed you languidly, as if he was learning the way your lips felt and memorizing it. Your hands found its way around his neck and pulled him closer. He now moved his hand down the side of your thigh then caressed your arms, giving you butterflies as he did so.

           You kissed each other tenderly and it encouraged you to roam your hands down to his chest nervously. Your hands hovered; you were unsure if it was okay to touch him or not. As if reading your hesitation, his hand grabbed yours and placed it on his own chest. He broke the kiss but didn’t distance himself from your face.

           "I told you…” he stared at you.“You can touch me whenever and wherever you want.”

           You nodded as he moved his hand that was holding yours across his chest.

           "I like it.“ he whispered.

           "I’m afraid I’ll do something you won’t like.”

           He kissed your nose. “I’ll like anything you do to me. I promise. I’m taking care of you, but you don’t have to be as gentle with me, okay?”


           He cupped your face and kissed your forehead. "Stop worrying and just figure out what you like and don’t like, hm?”

           You looked at him worriedly and he began peppering your face with kisses, causing you to giggle.

           "Ah!“ you laughed as he pushed you down.

           After your laughter died down, you stared at each other.

           "Are you relaxed now?” he grinned and you nodded, reaching out for his tie.

           He obliged as you tugged him down and you returned to kissing each other. This time, your hands wandered around his torso and combed through his hair. You wanted to fill your senses with him. Your body needed him and for once, you let it do the talking. Lifting yourself up to deepen the kiss, he cupped your face and slowly traced your neck down to your shoulders with his soft fingers. You mirrored his tongue and swiped his bottom lip, earning a deep hum of pleasure from him. Smiling into the kiss proudly, you continued to glide your tongue onto his lip every so often. But then suddenly, he slipped his tongue inside your mouth. Immediately your body pushed itself up and straddled him, kissing him deeply and fiercely. Compliantly, he held your hip with one hand as the other grazed your curves.

           He broke the kiss and soon latched himself onto your collarbones, making you gasp at your unexpected sensitivity. You pressed your chest further into his face shamelessly and he squeezed your thigh while he kissed the top of your breasts, exposed by the cut of your dress. Panting, you felt him squeeze your thigh again and the other hand traveled up to your chest carefully. You shivered as you felt his touch stroking up your exposed thighs, only to pull down your skirt mannerly, since it was riding up while you were straddling him.

           You chuckled at his behavior and he grinned.

           "I’m a gentleman.“

           "Mhm.” You hummed as you grazed your nose against his neck. As much as you wanted him to pleasure you, you also had a growing desire to drive him crazy, so you nuzzled your face into his neck and pressed a kiss against it. You felt him sigh into your touch and it increased your confidence.

           "Ugh baby that feels good.“ he hummed and you flicked your tongue out, enjoying the way he complimented you.

           "Looks like someone else is going to be tired.” you smirked as you slowly unbuttoned his shirt a bit to get better contact with his neck.

           "Looks like someone wants me badly.“ he retorted as he pulled you towards him to place a chaste kiss on your lips.

           "Don’t you want me badly?” you batted your eyes flirtatiously.

           His lips curled up, “You want to feel how badly I want you?”

           You hadn’t expected his response but you weren’t sure whether you wanted to refuse or accept it. Slowly, his hand found yours and he guided you down his chest and past his belt, neither of you breaking the intense eye contact as he did so.

           "Feel it.“ he whispered, staring into your eyes to read your reaction. "If you want to.”

           "I want to.“ you hissed and palmed him through his pants.

           He raised his hips up at the pleasurable contact and immediately pulled you into a passionate kiss while you explored his growing need.

           "Fuck.” he whispered breathlessly against your mouth. “I didn’t expect you to do that.”

           You stared him down with lidded eyes as you continued to massage him. “I want you.”

           He smiled as he pushed your hair behind you and left butterfly kisses across your exposed chest, clouding your mind of any coherent thoughts. Pulling down the sleeves hugging your shoulders, he continued teasing you with kisses, getting close to exposing your breasts but not satisfying your need.

           "What do you want me to do to you?“ he smiled up at you.

           You sighed and crashed your lips down on to his, feeling him grow harder in your hands as you did so.

           "Mark me again.” You answered.

           "As you wish.“

           Once again, you were on your back but this time, his lips latched against your neck harshly.

           "J-Hope.” You breathed.

           "Hmm?“ he hummed as he continued sucking at your skin.

           "I want you.” you repeated, your heart racing and your mind reeling.

           He popped his lips and pressed a soft kiss on the black and blue on your neck. Carefully, he sat up and you curiously did so too. Smiling warmly, he fixed up your sleeves and your hair.

           "Silver.“ he called.


           He placed a hand on your cheek tenderly. “If next time, you still want me to claim you fully then I will.”

           You furrowed your brows, but he kissed you sweetly.

           "I want you to be sure it’s me.“ He placed his forehead on yours. "I want you to be comfortable and not have any regrets, okay?”

           You moved forward and pressed your lips on his gratefully, then you embraced him. Chuckling, he wrapped his arms around you.

           "Thank you.“ You spoke, grateful he didn’t take advantage of your moment of vulnerability, blinded by lust.

           "Told you you could trust me.” he kissed your temple as you melted into his hug.

           This felt nice too.

           Suddenly a knock was heard at the door and J-Hope exhaled.

           "Time moves too quickly.“

           You nodded, still comfortable on his chest. He laughed as he stroked your hair.

           "I’ll have to give you away now.”

           You breathed as you sat back, composing yourself.

           "He’ll be here in a few minutes to get you, okay?“ J-Hope squeezed your hand then stood up, collecting your coat. "I have to grab my next client.”

           "Aren’t you using this room?“

           J-Hope smiled as he handed you your jacket, "I’m in a different room for this one.”

           You blushed, wondering what kind of room it was.

           "Have fun.“

           He kissed your cheek and soon disappeared.

           Once he was gone, you threw yourself on the couch and thrashed about, embarrassed.

           What did you think you were saying?!

           You scolded and mentally argued with yourself. Your actions surprised you greatly. But you were also proud that you were secretly dangerous. Your resistance wasn’t as strong as you had expected, but you were happy to find that you were at least somewhat seductive.

           Then you realized that Red Mask Chims would definitely happily snap the strings of your sanity and your palms began sweating nervously. Will you give yourself to him? Or will you be able to resist?

           How were you going to survive an hour with him?

           As if on cue, the door creaked open and Chims was leaning against the entrance with his arms crossed, smirking.

           "Ready to go?”

           You swallowed and nodded, grabbing your coat. Once you got to him, Chims pulled you by the waist and connected his lips on yours hungrily.

           "God, you’re wearing something hotter than I imagined.“ He fiddled with your sleeves. "Too bad, clothes have to stay on. I’d like to take a peek at what this dress is hiding.”

           You felt your cheeks warm, then you observed his eyes studying your body carefully, and you felt the atmosphere change. Grabbing your wrist, he shut the door and led you to a different door. You bit your lip as anticipation bubbled inside you, but worried about the unknown intensity looming in the air. He pushed you into the room and immediately your eyes widened as you found yourself in basically a tight, dark closet.

           Before you could ask any questions, Chims lunged onto you, pressing your back against the wall as he grazed your lip with his teeth. His body pressed against you and you were extra sensitive from your encounter with J-Hope so you reciprocated the contact enthusiastically.

           "What’re we doing here?“ you breathed.

           "I can hear the beautiful sounds you’re going to make for me better in a small room.” he chuckled as his fingers smoothed over across your chest. “And with darkness, all your other senses are heightened.”

           You shuddered as you felt his hands roam your exposed skin freely. Suddenly, you felt his hot breath on your face.

           "I’m going to make you moan my name.“ he whispered and before you could react, his lips captured yours. You groaned as his tongue skillfully played with yours and he wrapped his arms around your body.

           "Jump.” he ordered and your body immediately obeyed, wrapping your legs around his.

           "Good girl.“ he smiled into the kiss and pressed his hips into you sensually.

           You gasped and broke the kiss but he bit your lip, full of desire.

           "Nobody fucking marks what’s mine.” he growled as he went back to locking lips with you, despite your panting for air.

           It was all a whirlwind. It must’ve not been five minutes into the hour and you were already in a questionable position with Chims, making out intensely. Not to mention, you couldn’t see anything and every breath, every groan, every sound your lips made, echoed and surrounded you in the tiny space. It was stimulating. All your other senses were truly heightened with the loss of your vision and you felt more. You were overwhelmed and exhilarated. You were competing in a battle of tongues while he continued to grind into you. Your heart slammed into your chest as you deepened the kiss.

           "So wet.“

           His whisper vibrated around the room and you gulped, feeling your body on fire. Suddenly, he latched his mouth onto the top of your boobs.

           "Oh –” you gasped and arched your back as he sucked at it expertly.

           "He may have marked you first, but I’m going to paint your body.“ he hissed. "You’re mine only.”

           "I technically–“ you breathed. "belong to both of you right now.”

           "Then I’ll make sure he knows who has more ownership. That I pleasured you more.“ Chims growled as he moved to the other side of your neck while you caught your breath. "Seeing as how you’re still wet though, you two didn’t get far.”

           He bucked into you again, making you moan at the contact and he continued to work at your skin.

           "Who do you belong to, hm?“

           You didn’t answer as you tried to collect yourself. This was dangerous. He rolled his lips forward again at your silence and you inhaled sharply.

           "Who do you need right now?”

           "Ch-chims.“ you breathed as he nipped at a new part of your neck.

           "Yes baby girl. Keep saying my name.” he chimed as he continued to mark your body.


           "Mm.” he hummed into your skin.

           Suddenly, he dug his fingers into your thigh and began stroking them firmly. “Down.”

           You placed your feet on the ground and felt unsteady. However, his strong arms pinned you back against the wall and he hovered his lips over yours temptingly. You were expecting him to kiss you but he didn’t. He simply traced your shoulders languidly, and your whole body was fervent. Tension filled the little room as you debated whether to just kiss him. Would he get angry? Would he enjoy it?

           It was driving you insane.

           He brushed his lips against yours slowly, teasing you and a switch flipped inside you. You pushed him onto the other wall and attacked his mouth roughly.

           "I’ve had enough of your shit, Chims.“ You cursed before sticking your tongue into his mouth.

           His hands traveled down to your ass and he gave it a light squeeze as you two continued to make out. Then you thought of continuing your experiment that you started with J-Hope and see if it worked on Chims as well. You broke the kiss.

           "What the fuck?” Chims hissed angrily at the sudden loss of contact, but you smirked and flicked your tongue out against his neck.

           Immediately, he growled with pleasure.

           "Fuck baby girl. Do that again.“

           So you obeyed and began working your way all over his neck.

           "Take off my shirt.” Chims ordered and your fingers fumbled to unbutton it completely in the dark. He discarded it to the side, and he pulled you into his bare chest, capturing your lips with evident desire. Your hands roamed the newly exposed skin and your imagination ran wild.

           "Let me feel your tongue again baby girl.“

           Encouraged, you sucked on his neck as you played with the waistband of his pants.

           "Unless you’re going to do something with my dick, don’t tease me like this.” he hissed but it made you want to make him angrier for some reason.

           "You’re hott when you’re angry.“ You bit his bottom lip as you tugged at his pants playfully.

           "You haven’t seen me angry yet.” he grabbed your hands and pushed you against the wall again.  

           He pinned your hands as he slowly kissed you. Your hands wanted to touch him but he was restraining you, so you couldn’t push him or pull him closer. All you could do was oblige to his sense of rhythm, which was too slow for you.

           "Faster.“ you breathed in between kisses.

           "If only I was inside you.” he stated as he continued kissing you leisurely, working his tongue into yours. “Can you imagine how this would feel then?”

           He glided his tongue across yours and sped up then he traced the roof of your mouth skillfully. Your knees buckled as the image flashed through your mind, but his strong hold on your arms kept you in place. You felt him smirk against your lips, your stumble not going unnoticed.

           "Wanna know?“ he whispered.

           Your head reeled but you fought to keep control. He took your silence as a refusal and didn’t push. He simply kissed you roughly now, making you weak with the way he played with his tongue inside your mouth.

           "Keep them up.” he ordered as he released his grip on your hands and your breathing labored, wondering what he was going to do next.

           Without warning he cupped your breasts in his palms and began massaging them as he kissed your neck.

           "Chims.“ You moaned.

           Your hands reached out for him and your nails dug into his bare back as he found your nipples and begin rubbing them despite your clothes. You panted and lolled your head back at the immense pleasure.

           "I told you to keep your hands up.” he grunted but you pushed him to the opposite wall once again, and latched your mouth into his neck, wanting him to be as breathless as you.

           "Ah.“ he groaned as your finger worked its way down his chest to his pants. "What did I tell you–”

           Your finger kept going, tracing his bulge through his pants and you heard him hiss.

           "Fuck. Do that again.“

           You slid your finger back up and he grabbed your hand, roughly covering his hardness with your palm. He kissed you fervently as he moved your hand on him the way he wanted you to, and you felt his kiss getting sloppy as you continued palming him with his guidance. His grip loosened on your hand and you found it wandering to the thickness of his thighs. You had noticed before how much they filled his pants tightly and you bore witness to its strength at the beginning of the session. Now you felt his taut muscles and imagined how they would look like bare. He growled into your mouth and pulled you flush against your chest, both of you were sweating and skin-to-skin.

           Suddenly, there was a flash of red and buzzing heard from the corner of the room. Neither of you moved from your position. Both of you were out of breath and your lips were tempted to make contact again. You willed yourself to step back, steadying your breathing slowly.

           He grabbed his discarded shirt, clearly knowing his way around in the dark. You found him near your ear in no time.

           "If you need help with your problem, you can call me. I’m sure hearing you will help me with mine.” he whispered.

           You were sure your entire face was red when you stepped out of the room. Chims threw your coat over you with a cheeky grin.

           "I marked you up real good. Better put some ice on that or invest in turtlenecks.“ he winked then checked his phone. "You can see yourself out right? My next client is already in the room.”

           Your eyes widened as he knocked on the adjacent door and was pulled in rapidly and enthusiastically by slender arms.

           "Had fun I see?“ J-Hope appeared behind you and you shyly retreated into your coat.

           He laughed knowingly as he tugged at it. "Let me see.”

           "Noo…“ you felt weird showing him your neck when you didn’t even know how bad it was.

           J-Hope grabbed your hand, "Come with me.”

           You blinked but allowed him to lead you into a different door.

           "This is the break room.“ he explained as he opened the refrigerator in the room. "Take a seat.”

           Timidly, you did so. He wrapped ice in a towel as you watched him curiously. You hadn’t removed your coat, still using it to hide shyly. He chuckled as he pulled a chair in front of you.

           "You need to put this away.“ he pulled your coat out of your grasp and you winced.

           "Is it …bad?”

           J-Hope smiled wryly then pressed the ice on your neck. You shivered at the drastic temperature change.

           "It’s bad isn’t it?“ you murmured.

           "It’s not the worst he’s done.” J-Hope hummed. “You want to see?”

           You hesitated, not sure if you were going to be horrified or astounded.

           "Relax.“ J-Hope laughed as he pulled out his phone to show you. "It’s really not bad.”

           You exhaled in relief. “I thought I would look like I got mauled by the way he was doing it.”

           J-Hope cracked up, “Well that’s certainly his style.”

           You smiled.

           "But when he’s in the dark room, he can’t really see if he did it or not.“ J-Hope winked. "So you’re safe until next time he ravages you.”

           You blushed then mumbled. “Which ones did you make?”

           He chuckled and poked at both sections of your neck that lay underneath your ear.

           "Your sensitive spot. So I’ll know for next time.“

           He adjusted the ice and grabbed your hand so you could hold onto it.

           "When you get home, put ice on it again. I know some people apply a layer of toothpaste or use a frozen spoon so it heals quickly.” he explained. “Turtlenecks or scarves work too. Make-up is a bit dangerous cause it’ll wear off in my opinion. But hey, I’m no expert.”

           You chuckled and nodded.

           "Here is your jacket back.“ He threw it over your shoulders and looked at his watch. "I have to train the new hosts so I have to head out. Sit for about 5 more minutes with the ice, alternating between both sides for 2 and a half minutes each. Then get home safely, okay?”

           You nodded and smiled gratefully. “Thanks for this, J-Hope.”

           "Anything for you.“ He rubbed your arm and walked out of the break room.

           You exhaled and slammed your head onto the table, staring at the reflection of your neck on your phone.

           How were you going to explain this to your bosses and co-workers tomorrow?

Part 3 

Girls Love Jiminah

These are cuts i edited out of several BTS performances that are NOT owned by me, and i’ll link the original video’s down below, so butthurt messages won’t be necessary. I’m kinda shocked by how some fans are too busy being caught up in their own vanity, that they forget about the person we are all doing it for. 

I just want to share Jimin’s beautiful voice with his girls.  ❥

hope y'all like it.  

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Do you know where I can find a free photoshop link


Ok so before I start posting links I just want to clarify that downloading Photoshop for free is somewhat a risk as I do not know if the link still works, has a vrius, is slow and ect. 

However, if you’re still interested, here are some tips to help prevent these things from happening:

  • I almost always suggest downloading from a Tumblr user.
  • Basically look at the post they made, look through their accounts, see if they seem legit or if they look like a random bot.
  • Look at the notes; how many notes as well as the replies/reblog comments that people say on the post where they give you the photoshop download link
  • Look at how long ago the posts were posted, chances are if it was too long ago the link may not work.
  • If the link directs you to a site that looks too weird, don’t trust it.
  • ALWAYS follow the intructions given to you by the user, or else your download may go wrong.
  • Make sure you download the correct type for your laptop; MAC, PC.

Ok so I looked up some links for you, keep in mind I myself am not sure if they work but these are the ones I would choose if necessary.

I suggest link 3 considering it seems very safe and easy :)

Link 1 : A masterpost i found. Post is 1 year old

Link 2: Photoshop CC which is the Photoshop program I use; post is 2 years old.

Link 3: This link is recent! It’s photocop cc 2017 and according to this post as well as this it should for sure work and it’s simple to install ;)

Link 4

Link 5: Another masterpost with help on how to download everything

If you have further questions DM me, or, the account that provided the link (for better answers considering they should know more than I do)

Now, by the time you download photoshop, you might not know how to use it! So if you ever have any questions as to where to find tutorials, what tools are best, how to make gifs, how to colour/edit nicely just send an ask and i can always provide links as well as my own tutorials :)

Human Series Master Post

I recently completed the final story in my Metroid fan fiction series, the “Human Series,” and promised I would type up a big master post on it with descriptions of each of the stories and their order. I feel like I should give a bit of information about the series first.

 The Human Series is something I started writing at the end of 2015, and I honestly never thought I would end up with a whole quadrilogy, let alone finish the first story. It just started out as feelings I wanted to write down, particularly after Other M. I had really liked the idea of Samus and Adam having a platonic relationship and Samus suffering from PTSD, but I had a lot of issues with the way the game presented these themes. So I decided to take a shot at it myself.

 I wrote the first three chapters of “Human” over the winter holidays when I was in New York visiting my parents. Then I set it on the shelf for a month or so, figuring I probably wouldn’t get back to it. I’m not sure exactly why I went back and wrote the rest, but I did, and I’m happy with that decision.

 All of the games in the series are canon in this AU except for Other M and Federation Force. Each of the four stories in the series has its own plot, but they all take place in the same AU on the same timeline. The first three happen one right after the other and there is a five-year gap before the fourth one begins.


Book 1

Link to story on Fanfiction.net

Link to story on Archive of Our Own

 This story begins six months after the events of Super Metroid. The Space Pirate War is over. The galaxy is more or less at peace. While this is what Samus has dedicated her life to fighting for, things aren’t going so well for her. Thirty years since the raid on K-2L, Samus finds herself without a purpose now that the Metroids and Space Pirates are gone.

 She ends up traveling to Earth to take an odd mission from a mysterious widow. Sensing that both Samus and her employer might have ulterior motives, Adam Malkovich accompanies her, but even he could not have predicted where this would lead them.

 “Human” is primarily a drama story about Samus rediscovering her place in the galaxy now that she has fulfilled her purpose in life. There is a subplot involving mystery, action, and of course, shooting things with missiles. “Human” sets the stage, introduces the characters, and builds the AU in which the rest of the series takes place.


Book 2

Link to story on fan fiction.net

Link to Story on Archive of Our Own

 “Spawn” is the story immediately following “Human,” and it begins during the scene where “Human” left off. I can’t really say too much about the plot of this story without giving away spoilers. If “Human” was about Samus trying to come to terms with the galaxy after the war, “Spawn” is about Samus trying to move on and begin living her own life outside of being a bounty hunter.

 It’s the shortest story in the series, but it’s pretty special to me. It’s got drama, humor, and a budding romance.

 But there’s also another element to the story. While Samus is making a life for herself, a new evil is out in the galaxy, and at the end of the story, Samus will be faced with an impossible choice.


Book 3

Link to Story on Fanfiction.net

Link to Story on AO3

 This story is a full-out Metroid/Aliens cross over fic. Although it would be really great to have seen the first two Alien movies before reading this, I made sure prior familiarity with that series was not required.

 This story is a straight up action/sci-fi/horror story, and yes, lots of things blow up.

 Ellen Ripley and an a fleet of Colonial Marines are stranded in the destroyed Earth Colony on LV-426. Disaster strikes when a Federation Army team led by General Adam Malkovich sent to rescue them, but explodes before reaching the surface. Adam survives, only to awaken within the wreckage with one other survivor. The two of them will have to team up with Ripley’s group if they wish to survive nightfall, when the monstrous “Xenomorphs” are their most active.

 Samus is contracted to hunt the Xenomorphs and rescue survivors, but something more sinister lurks below the surface. And it will force her to confront her own alien origins.

“Zero Host”

Book 4

Link to Story on Fanfiction.net

Link to Story on AO3

 This is the only story in the series that takes place after Metroid Fusion. It is set five years after the end of “Xenophobia” and brings the conclusion to Samus’s story.

 Tensions have been growing between factions of the Galactic Federation for years. The election of a new Chairman and the repeal of the Bioweapons Ban has thrown the system into chaos and paved the way for experiments as dangerous and unethical as any completed by the Space Pirates years before.

 When Samus sets out to accompany a group scientists to SR-388, Samus Aran never imagines the mission would end in her going rogue and blowing up the planet and BSL station. Now a wanted fugitive, Samus must fight new enemies within the Federation itself. She’ll discover the insidious depths of their bioweapon projects, including the mysterious “Zero Host” weapon experiment.

Additional Information:

The four stories listed above make up the main bodies of work in the Human Series, but they are not all of it. Over time, I will release other stories within the same AU. Strangely enough, I already have a holiday special up from 2016 called “For the Rest of Us.” Humorous writing though it is, I actually consider it canon to the series. 

 Last summer, @plintoon also did some amazing art of scenes from the series, and I wanted to share that in this post as well. Here are the links:



 So this is it. This is the Human Series I’ve dedicated the past two years to writing. I hope you enjoy it. I always appreciate reviews and comments. If you have any questions, feel free to message or inbox me on here. I’m always happy to answer.

Enjoy! And see you next mission!

11/14/17 UPDATE: here’s a link to what will hopefully become an anthology of short stories in this AU. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12709599/1/Warmth-and-Other-Short-Stories

anonymous asked:

How to draw hands?

ok honestly

i have no idea what i’m doing 70% of the time i’m drawing HAHAHA

i’m a very free-flowy person when i draw (that’s why all my works are messy T_T) so i don’t usually follow bases (why are you asking me advice i’m just gonna disappoint u HAHAHAHA :(( )

and!!! does anyone really know how to draw hands omg HAHAHAHA i feel like i’ll never understand hand anatomy T_T

because of my lack of experience, i’ll attach some hand references and tutorials i’ve saved before at the end of this post!! ^o^)/ T_T

but if u want something from me… i used to use mcdo french fries as a base for hands (please don’t ask why i also don’t know) HAHAHAHA

maybe i was just hungry idk why i did this a lot before HAHAHA


but the thing i do the most is literally

stare at my hands. HAHAHAHA (stare at ur hands it’s efficient) it’s my best, most convenient reference T_T and drawing a live model again and again and again really helps!! (practicing is key!! ^o^)

anyway, this probably helped you 0%!!! (i’m not even that good with hands so) HAHAHA i’ll leave some links below!! :)) T_T

good references!! (because honestly you shouldn’t trust me HAHAHA)

for anatomy in general, this page called Cartoon Block shares really good tutorials!! ^o^)/ but keep in mind that live models are probably the best things to practice anatomy on!! (i wish i could go to a live model drawing session one day T_T)

Drama Between Us - Phan Fiction, Chapter 4

Title: Drama Between Us

Paring: Phan (Dan and Phil)

TW: Homophobia, abuse, fighting.

Plot: Dan and Phil have always competed with each other, ever since middle school, for the lead male role in plays. When their director decides to make the play old-fashioned, with the whole cast male, Dan is Juliet, Phil is Romeo. They are far from pleased.

Word count: 1620

Chapter: 4

Link for other chapters: 1, 2, 3

Genre: High school, angst

Credit to Kaitlyn (krazy4fandoms) for this prompt.

(A/N: Sorry this is late, you guys. I do hope you like it though! All rights reserved, copyright and whatnot. Please just don’t steal. <3)

~Dan’s P.O.V~

Phil and I fell asleep like that; our legs tangled together while I cuddled into his side. I woke up to the alarm clock going off and Phil adjusting beside me. I separated myself from him and sat up. “Let’s not go to school today,” I muttered while I wiped my eyes.

“We can’t skip,” Phil chuckled. “I’m going to shower, you can shower after me if you want,” Phil got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom. I grabbed a pair of clothes that I picked up last night and threw them on. I straightened my hair in the mirror to get rid of my hobbit hair. Phil came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. “Sorry, I forgot to grab some clothes,” he walked toward the closet and grabbed a shirt and pants. He quickly retreated to the bathroom, and came out shortly after with a blue shirt on and black jeans.

I decided my hair was straight enough and unplugged it. “Awh,” I heard Phil sigh behind me.

“What?” I turned to look at him.

“I liked your curly hair,” He smirked.

“Whatever,” I rolled my eyes. He walked over and pulled me into him.

“You look cute either way,” He looked down at me. His right hand cupped my cheek and I felt a blush creep in. “Are we boyfriends, Dan?”

“Do you want us to be?” I asked.

“Will you be my boyfriend?” His voice was soft.

“Are you sure you want to be?” I asked.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“We hated each other…” I trailed off.

“I never hated you, Dan. I know you probably hated me, but I didn’t hate you. And I obviously don’t hate you now. It was just a silly competition we had between us, it never affected my feelings toward you,” he reasoned.

“Let’s get to know each other better,” I looked into his eyes. They were blue with green and yellow mixed in, they were beautiful.

“Fair enough,” Phil said. I wrapped my arms around his torso and put my head in the crook of his neck. He smelled like raspberries and deodorant. “We should be going so we’re not late.”

“Alright,” I pulled away and grabbed my backpack. Phil grabbed his and we walked downstairs and into his car. “Are you upset with me?”

“No, I’m not, Dan,” Phil said as he started driving toward school.

“Could we maybe go on a date after school today?” I fidgeted with my hands.

“I would like that,” I looked over to Phil to see him smile toward me. He pulled into the school and we both walked inside, and to my locker. “Do you like Starbucks?” Phil leaned against the locker beside mine while I struggled to open my locker.

“Yes,” I replied, finally opening my locker. I took out a textbook and closed it, then followed Phil to his locker.

“Want to go there then?” He asked as he set a few books in his locker.

“I’d love to,” I answered as he closed his locker. We both leaned against the row of lockers, since we still had a few minutes before class started. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I grabbed it out and saw a text from my mom. “My mom texted me,” I informed Phil. “She said my dad left today for business, he should be gone for about a month,” I read.

“That’s great,” Phil smiled.

“Thank you, Phil,” I put my phone back in my pocket and looked up to him. “For everything,” I leaned in and wrapped my arms around his torso. He wrapped his arms around me and I felt him kiss the top of my head.

“It was no problem,” he muttered into my hair. I felt hands grab my shirt and pull me back from Phil, I got caught off balance and thrown into a locker and onto the ground.

“Howell, what the hell!” I recognized PJ’s voice. I felt a sharp slap across my face. “Knock out of it, mate!”

“Step away from him!” I heard Phil’s voice. I curled into a ball on the ground as I felt PJ kick me. The kicking stopped and I looked up to see Phil have PJ pinned against a locker. A teacher I didn’t recognize ran over and pulled Phil from PJ, escorting the three of us to the vice principal’s office.

“What happened?” Ms. Wagler asked us when we were all sat in her office. Nobody replied. “This isn’t your first time in here, Dan and PJ. Were you beating up Phil?” She asked.

“No,” Phil spoke up. “PJ attacked Dan. I stepped in to stop him, and ended up pinning PJ to the row of lockers until Mrs. Chapski pulled me off of him.”

“Is that true?” Ms. Wagler asked.

“Yes,” my voice was weak.

“They’re lying Ms. Wagler!” PJ raised his voice. “Dan started attacking me! Phil joined him!” He stood up. I felt myself flinch from PJ yelling.

“What did you see, Mrs. Chapski?” Ms. Wagler asked, I figured she went back to class, I didn’t know she was still in the room with us.

“I saw this one,” she pointed to PJ, “Kicking this one,” she pointed to me. “Before Phil pinned PJ against the lockers. But I didn’t see Phil hit anyone, just held his arms and legs to prevent him from hitting the other one.”

“Does that sound about right, boys?” Wagler asked. Phil and I nodded. “PJ?”

“No,” he scoffed. She stared at him. “Yes,” he sighed. “You don’t get it, Phil’s turning Dan into a faggot. Dan is my friend, and Phil is taking him,” PJ was still standing and Phil and I looked at each other.

“That’s touching, but Dan and Phil need to get to class. I’ll write you two a pass,” she pulled out a slip of paper and started writing our passes. “PJ, you’re staying here for a bit.” She handed us our passes and we walked out and toward our classes.

“Are you okay?” Phil grabbed my hand and stopped us in the hallway. I nodded my head.

“Do I have any bruises on my face?” I asked.

“No,” he shook his head. “It’s a little red here though,” he gently stroked my left cheek. “Does it hurt?”

“I’m used to it,” I shrugged. I saw Phil’s face contort.

“You shouldn’t be used to it,” he sighed. I bit my lip.

“I have to go to class now. I’ll see you after school,” I muttered. I brought my face up to Phil’s and kissed his lips lightly. He slowly released his hand from mine, and his hand on my face. I walked toward my class, and I heard Phil’s footsteps walk away a few seconds after mine. I walked into class and handed my teacher my pass, and then walked to my desk. The rest of the day was mostly uneventful, aside from the random person asking if I knew where PJ was, which I’d deny anyway. Once the final bell rang, I walked to the drama room and next to where Phil and Chris were sitting. “Can I sit with you guys?” I asked. I saw both Chris and Phil look up.

“Of course,” Chris and Phil answered at the same time. I smiled and sat next to Phil.

“Alright, guys,” Mr. Halroy yelled from the front of the room. Everyone quieted down and looked up to him. “PJ was suspended today, so he will not be able to participate in the play this year. An understudy, Rafael, will be taking his part instead.”

“Who did he get in a fight with?” Maddie asked. Mr. Halroy’s eyes flickered to mine and I shook my head slightly, informing him I didn’t want everyone to know.

“I don’t know all the details,” he answered. We all sat in silence for a second. “This is no reason not to get work done, people!” He clapped. “We have a play to prepare for. I want everyone to be off scripts in three weeks! Costumes need to continue measuring people, so let’s start with that.” We all started going our separate ways, Phil and I went to dress crew to get measured after someone asked us to.

“Dan, Phil!” Maddie yelled after we finished getting measured and trying on costumes. “That kissing scene was not realistic enough, let’s work on that now.” Phil and I made eye contact and chuckled a little. “Let’s start from Act 1, Scene 5. It’s where Romeo and Juliet kiss for the first time.”

“Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake,” I read the line.

“Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take,” Phil glanced up at me. I could see the smirk playing on his face. He put his hand on the side of my face like he did earlier, and leaned in and pecked my lips. His thumb was not in the way. “Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged,” Phil finished his line.

“Then have my lips the sin that they have took,” I recited my line.

“Wait, what?” Maddie stepped in. “Did you do the stage kiss?” She asked, obviously confused. Phil and I chuckled.

“Um, no, Maddie,” I shook my head, still giggling.

“What?” She asked. “Oh,” her face changed to sudden realization. “Oh.”

“Actually, it’s getting a little late,” Phil said as he looked at the clock. “Are we done for today?”

“Yeah…” Maddie said after a second.

“See you later, Maddie,” I said as I grabbed my bag, following Phil. “So, I do believe I was promised Starbucks?” I grabbed Phil’s hand as we walked toward his car.

(A/N: Please don’t steal, but reblogs and likes are appreciated! Romeo and Juliet is old enough to be considered public domain, but again, for the lines of the play Romeo and Juliet, all credit goes to Shakespeare. Sorry again that it’s late. I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to message me with feedback!)

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anonymous asked:

i dont understand how one can be trans if they dont experience any dysphoria at any point in their life, would you mind explaining this to me?

Trans means gender other than what was assigned at birth. Thats it. There is no mention of dysphoria. Its an outdated idea that upholds being trans as a medical condition which, in itself, it is not. Gender dysphoria is, but our gender is not a condition. Dysphoria can be part of it but isnt for everyone. Dysphoria also takes many forms. Someone can experience dysphoria but not in relation to their body. There is no singular trans experience. Its different for everyone. The core of it is about gender - our inner sense of self. Only the person themself knows how they feel, someone cannot dictate that to them

I have got into this before and there are many posts about it. I will link to some here (anything posted related to dysphoria is tagged as dysphoria)

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Friends on the Other Side: Part 16

Warnings: Violence, descriptions of torture, bits of swearing

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Note: I seriously have no idea how this turned out. One, its late. Two, I haven’t written in a long time.  I wanted it to be good for you guys. I hope you like it and it wasn’t disappointing for the wait. Enjo~y!

Summary: Dean encounters someone that he met in Hell. A girl that he became friends with even through the torture.

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His eyes…

I couldn’t look at them. Dean’s. Or rather he couldn’t look at mine. My hands hadn’t stopped shaking since a few days back. Before Marco had read that spell for me. It had only been a few days but it felt like an eternity ago. I wished it had been . I wished Dean would stop looking at me like that.

…like I was a monster.

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Friends on the Other Side: Part 12

Warnings: Violence, descriptions of torture, bits of swearing

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Summary: Dean encounters someone that he met in Hell. A girl that he became friends with even through the torture. 

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Note: Please let me know if the change of perspective is confusing! I didn’t realize it until I posted this one that the last chapter and this are probably a bit confusing that way. I’m so sorry!!

 —-“You’re sure this will work?” Dean said skeptically as he sat on the edge of a motel bed.

“No. When are we ever sure?” Sam said matter-of-factly. Dean shrugged in agreement. “It’s now or never. Dean.”

“Sam is right” Castiel appeared in his usual silent manner. “In order to get [Y/N] out of hell we must act now.”

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