Hard Work - Noona Fic (Jk/Jimin/V)

DISCLAIMERS: I don’t mention condom on my smuts, that doesn’t mean Y/N is gonna get pregnant. Okay? I totally feel like mentioning it ruins the mood of the action, plus she could have been using pills. But don’t forget to use protection on your REAL sex. 💖

Hello people! I’m not a writer at all, just like some real smut he hehe.

This chapter you can have a little taste of this fun story I created because I’m so sick about Bang tan! Hope you enjoy!

You always worked hard on everything. Did all kinds of jobs, some more serious, some not that important. You were giving up when your uncle came to your house and started to talk about taking care of seven idols in Korea. You were completely not believing in a single word that oldie was talking, the payment was good and, taking care of their lunch, training and sleep time wouldn’t be so difficult, you thought.

Some days passed and you accepted your new life, you learned to speak basic Korean while working some months ago.

As you packed your belongings your mother came to have a word with you.

“Are you sure about this?” – She said full of worries covering her face while you stopped everything and hugged her. – “Mom, I’m never sure of anything. But I got to try”. – She hugged you back and agreed with a deep sight.

---Days passed---

There you were in a completely strange city, different language, some different architecture and people also. There you were in Korea.

Some chubby Korean glassed guy came to pick you at the airport and started to speak with you in English since then, somehow he made you feel more comfortable. He asked about everything of your culture and also explained why they took someone out of Korea, the boys were now pretty famous and they couldn’t risk putting some fan with them. Actually not does he knew that you became a fan of them since you started listening what kind of music your “bosses” were producing, but shhhh nobody needs to know.

You finally arrived in a Hotel, he helped you with your suitcases. While walking through the corridors he said:

“Some people are coming to interview you, as they said. But they just want to look at your face and make sure you’re not a fan and....you know, dress well, do your make up. I like you, I want you with us at the dorm! – He said with a big smile and warm tap on your shoulder.

Since he left you alone in the room, you did as he said. Some light makeup and ponytail never fail. Not too revealing clothes and you were ready to go.

Someone knocked the door.

“Y/N, may we have a word with you?” – Some manly voice spoke outside and you hurry to open.

-“Hello.” – You bow to the two men in front of you, as they bow back. – “Please.” – You invited them to enter.

-Y/N. We’re here to explain you how does everything work. Some rules have to be followed as you enter your first step at the dorm. We’re dealing with seven young adults, although they started their job pretty early, they never lived as normal teenagers. – He spoke all kind of weird rules, even told you to not talk to the boys if not necessary. You were kinda shocked, how is the hell not talking to them? Then you realized Korean people were a lot more different than you thought.

Finally, all that heavy conversation ended and you found out what exactly was your job there: Since Bantan Sonyeondan were so famous now, they’re were forgetting important things like, eating, sleeping right and attending to the interviews and training. Your job there was to put the boys on the right time for everything.

Easy isn’t it?

No.

Finally, after a whole boring week at the hotel, the car arrived to take you to the dorm. Somehow you felt your stomach fill with anxiety and your heart skipping beats on your way there.

They covered your eyes, and you thought for some seconds you were in some sorta action 007 based movie, but they said nobody can know where it is.

Something like 40min to 1h passed and you finally arrived at the dorm. They removed the blindfold and led you to the main door. At that moment you almost asked to go back, you were really nervous. What kind of people would you meet? Would you be treated like a dog?

The door opened and the seven boys were sitting chatting like kids at the school on the break time. As you stepped in their laughing went away as they went stiff standing in front of you. What can you say about it? You were a noona to them. Beautiful, not Korean, body full of deadly curves and tanned skin. How could them react normally? Guess they also were pretty anxious to meet you.

The taller one came to you in a hurry - I’m Namjoon, welcome! –He extended his hand in a foreign way and spoke English to you, however you answered him in Korean

– Hello, thank you. I’m Y/N – you rocked his hand and bow after, giving him an embarrassed smile.

All the boys were so fine and lovely, Yoongi kept himself a little bit away from the fuss but also were pretty kind. They showed you your room, and Tae, Jimin, and Jungkook helped you with your suitcases.

---The first day of work---

All the boys were already awake when you knocked their door, except for Yoongi and Taehyung. Yooingi had 2 days on the week to sleep over so you didn’t wake him but had to get Tae out of the bed.

-Good luck with that Noona, he’s impossible – Jungkook tapped your shoulder while leaving the room referring to Taehyung which was sleeping like a baby.

You came to his headboard and tried calling him, nothing. Touched his arm, nothing. Shook him, nothing. Geez, what a difficult task. You were about to ask for help then, he grabbed your arm

– Noo...na – He said still in his sleep. – “Taehyung, it’s morning, come eat the breakfast” – no answer.

-Aw boy... – You sighed and in a blink of an eye he dragged you over him on the bed, you were in hands and knees over the boy. Nose to nose, and you could feel his breath under you.

– “Tae...wha..the fuck!” – You tried to get away from his grip but he only tightened you closer to his body.

– “Noona, stay here” – He said as his free hand started to run from your knee to your thigh and inside your skirt.

– “What do you think you’re doing?” – You whispered in his ear, still trying to find a way to escape.

But he gave you no answer, just kept holding your lower back in a tight grip and going further inside your skirt. You had no choice and your body was starting to melt, so many dirty thoughts on your head. His hand now moving from the lower back to your nape, grabbing your hair as you let a little and pretty low moan out, your face was getting closer to his and something really wrong was about to happen. But he opened his eyes and met your hopeless sight.

-Noona? I am dreaming again?” – He loosened the grip and that was your chance, you jumped away from him and made your way to the door – “The breakfast is served, come before it gets cold.”- You left the room fixing your clothes.