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Taekook's Departure (Feat. Soft Jinkook)

The mansion was quiet. Too quiet.

Y/n was sitting on the stairs near the bottom, Namjoon by her side with his hand on her knee. He was rubbing the spot with his thumb; one hand on her leg, the other holding a book he read behind his glasses. Y/n stared at his side profile but didn't dare interrupt his task. She moved her eyes between him and the kitchen. Yoongi and Jin were inside, bickering about the amount of butter they should use. Seeing as it was late evening, they were cooking dinner for themselves. If Y/n begged hard enough, maybe Jin would cook her an extra portion. At the moment, she wasn't hungry, but it was an option if that changed.

The mansion was silent because of the obvious: the contestants were leaving tonight. Jungkook, Hoseok, and Taehyung were packing as Y/n sat there, her eyes averting to the ground. Her sneakers peered back at her as she waved her toes. Today was the last day she could spend time with her best friends in the mansion. It was almost over. All of it. In a few episodes, she'd likely never see Jen or the mansion again. Sure, she could hang out with the boys again, but each boy came here with the intentions of making money to pursue their personal goals. Jin with acting, Jimin's treatment, Taehyung's farm, and the list went on and on. Life would change. Y/n was terrified of that.

"I don't want life to change," she said, Namjoon tearing his eyes off his book to pay attention to her. "I like our mansion. I like our dynamic. I don't know if I can handle the others leaving." She laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Remember when I came here for the first time and you told me about dreams?"

"Of course I do," he whispered, putting his book aside. His hand went to her face, tilting it toward him. Their eyes locked, and it was like the world faded away for a moment. "I think about it every night. I'll never forget the way you looked at me that night. How could I?" When he rubbed her face with his fingers, she felt her breath hitch in her throat. "The boys like to tease Jimin and Taehyung for falling for you so fast, but I don't think they know the truth."

"What truth?" she asked, thankful her voice didn't crack or stutter. As much as Y/n prided herself in not being a bottom, Namjoon made her knees weak. Just one look in his eyes took away any dom bone in her body.

"I was first," he murmured, coming closer to her lips. "I fell for you long before Tae and Jimin ever did." Before she could process what she learned, Namjoon kissed her. Desire burned its way through the pit of her stomach, her lips moving against his in a flash. What was a gentle kiss became passionate in a matter of seconds. Her hands were pulling on his shirt and feeling each muscle on his arm, his exploring her waist and squeezing at all the right times.

Y/n was addicted to the way he held her. Sharp breaths were pulled from their tongues when they moved to deepen the kiss. Their figures formed one, Y/n sliding on his lap and keeping her eyes shut to enjoy each beat. Her lungs were screaming for air, but she denied them. Her lips went faster. Namjoon's did too. They lapped at each other, nibbling on the other's lower lip and teasing as much as possible. Right when Y/n was about to grant him access to her, she heard a laugh.

"Can you two stop showing off your healthy, not toxic relationship? It offends me."

Y/n pulled back with a groan, not surprised to see Jungkook standing at the top of the stairs. He leaned against the railing with a smug smile, a black, long-sleeved shirt hugging his muscles. Why he felt the need to dress warmly in California heat didn't occur to her, especially when he looked like that. What was it with attractive men and wearing clothes that made them even more attractive?

"Jungkook needs to get laid," Y/n said, Jungkook beaming at that. He showed off his bunny smile.

"Preferably with Namjoon."