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Best Friends Forever

Summary: After yet another unsuccessful date, you’re back at your best friend’s house, hoping he can mend your aching heart, the way he always does.

Word Count: 1.7k

Pairing: Onew x Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut, Fluff.

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You step out of the taxi, shivering in the cold breeze as you jog up to the front door of your best friend’s house. You knock on the hardwood, and wait only a moment for the door to open. You’re met with his beautiful smile, and wide open arms that you step into for a hug.

“Another bad date?” Jinki asks you, ushering you in out of the cold.

After shutting the door, he takes your jacket from you, and you kick off your shoes before following him into the living room. On the coffee table are two steaming hot cups of tea, and you reach out to take one, grateful for how much Jinki cares about you.

“Always,” You sigh, blowing gently into your mug before taking a sip.

Jinki sits beside you, taking his own drink before he responds to what you just said.

“You always pick the wrong men.” He observes, eyeing you as you raise a brow at him.

He isn’t wrong though, this has become a ritual for you. Finding someone on a dating app, going out for a first date, the date being a failure, and then you turn up at your best friend’s house to vent out your frustrations, every single time. Jinki is always there, waiting for you with tea, an ear to listen, and a shoulder to cry on when it is all too much.

“I’m never going to find love, Jinki.” You say, exasperated.

You promised yourself that you wouldn’t cry tonight, but of course you failed at that. The kind man sitting across from you reaches out to cup your cheek, brushing away your tears.

“Sometimes exactly what you need is right in front of you.” He says.

You cock your head to the side, resting further into his palm, as you try to understand what he just said to you.

“What?” You ask.

Jinki places his cup back down on the coffee table, and takes his hand to your other cheek. His hand is warm, and you nuzzle into it, feeling comfort as it radiates from him.

“Surely you feel it, too.” He says.

You see a blush run to his cheeks, as he averts your gaze. He smiles, and you can tell that he wishes to hide, but he doesn’t move his hands away from you as he patiently waits for your reply.

You ponder his words, and you slowly come to the realisation that he is right. Your beautiful, handsome, kind best friend, is always there for you, always catching you when you fall, patiently waiting, for you to fall for him too.

“I love you.” He says.

Your words catch in your throat at his sudden confession, completely taken aback. Sure, you’ve said those three words to each other a thousand times, but you know that this time he means a different kind of love.

“Jinki, I—“ You start.

“May I kiss you?” He interrupts.

You giggle at this, as butterflies begin to flutter in your stomach. This is the feeling you had been looking for, on all of your failed dates, Jinki was right, what you were looking for was right in front of you all along.

“You may.” You reply.

Jinki leans forward, pulling you closer at the same time to kiss you, for the first time in the many years you have been friends, he kisses you. With a passion and force that indicates to you just how long he has waited to do this, patiently standing on the sidelines, waiting for you to come home to him, waiting for you to realise that you feel the same way about him as he does about you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He sighs, as he breaks apart from your embrace.

It feels empty without him, you whine in discontent, which makes him chuckle, and lean back in to kiss you again. This time your kiss lasts longer, this time with tongue, your hands move to the back of his neck, begging him closer to you, wanting to make up for lost time.

“Don’t stop.” You whisper.

Jinki hums in response, moving a hand from your cheek to your waist, holding you tight, with each passing second your embrace grows hotter, desperation begins to seep through to your bones. You can’t remember the last time you got laid, or the last time you even wanted to, but with Jinki’s hands exploring your body, you are wanting, you are wanting so bad.

You trace your fingernails down Jinki’s back, finding purchase at the hem of his shirt. He gasps in surprise as you tug at it, though he lifts his arms so that you can pull his shirt over his head. You’ve seen him shirtless before, too, but this is different, you see him in a whole new light. Defined muscle, the man is so active, you find yourself staring in awe at him, before he distracts you with yet another kiss.

Your kisses deepen, Jinki’s hands move to explore your legs, exposed in the short dress you’re wearing, goosebumps raise on your skin as he touches you. You can feel that he is trying to resist, worried that he is moving too fast, but that’s not true for you at all, it’s not fast enough, you want him now, you need him now.

You take the lead, knowing that Jinki is only hesitating because he is afraid, your hands race to the waistband of his sweats. You hook your fingers around the elastic and Jinki lifts himself up so that you can pull the material down over his perfect legs.

“Are you okay?” You ask, moving to straddle his legs.

You can feel Jinki’s hardness, the man is desperate for you, but still trying to resist.

“I just... are you sure this isn’t too fast?” He asks.

You sigh, though of course you think it is sweet that he is apprehensive, but the longer this takes, the less nervous you are, and the more frustrated you are instead.

“Lee Jinki, I promise this isn’t too fast. Please, I want this, I want you.” You assure him.

Jinki kisses you again, he moves his hands from your waist to your ass, pulling you closer to him, sighing in content as he squeezes your plump flesh through the material of the dress you are wearing.

“Can I take this off?” He asks, indicating towards the fabric clinging to your body.

“Stop asking, just do.” You whine.

You rest up on your knees, as Jinki tugs the dress up and over your hips, and you raise your arms up for him to pull the material further, up and over your head, leaving you in only your bra and panties. A matching set, always in hope that your date would have been a success, but it was not, and it turns out that this is even better.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Jinki says.

His hands are on your back, unclasping your bra and pulling the lace from your skin. You lean further into him, your bodies connected fully, apart from the fabric keeping your core and his hardon apart. You grind your hips down into him, he moans into your mouth between kisses, slowly coming to accept that you too, want him in the way that he does you.

“Can I— wait...” Jinki stutters, remembering your words from only minutes ago, ‘stop asking, just do’, he stands from the sofa, and bends down to grab you under your thighs.

You wrap your legs around him as he stands, and kiss him, all over his face, his neck, breathing deeply into his ear as you nibble on his earlobe, while he steps you through the doorway into his bedroom. He carefully places you down on the mattress, and you stifle a gasp as he steps back to pull your panties down your legs.

“Fuck, you have no fucking idea how long I have wanted this.” Jinki says.

He removes his own underwear, freeing his too-hard cock from the fabric, you can tell how needy he is, red, leaking pre-cum as he positions himself between your legs.

“Umm... how do you... how do you like it?” He asks nervously.

“You’re so fucking cute, Jinki, just fuck me, I just want you to fuck me.” You whine.

Jinki spits into his hand, taking it to his cock to slick himself up, then hurriedly lining himself up with you, though he waits until you nod before he pushes through past your entrance, tight, not ready, but fucking needy, worth the pain to have your best friend, and now admitted lover, deep inside of you.

Jinki’s moans mix a perfect harmony with yours, as you’re both lost in the moment, the sex is soft, sensual, as your gentle best friend makes love to you, kissing you, wanting to learn all the things about you that he doesn’t already know. He traces your curves, dips, memorising every blemish, stretch mark, all of the things that you would refer to as imperfections, though to him, they are the opposite, perfect, all of you to him is perfect.

“Jagi-ya...” He starts, gripping tight to your hips, forcing himself deeper into you with each thrust, you see stars, you’re already so close to release.

“Yes?” You ask him, staring up with wide eyes as he moves a hand to your clit, teasing you with his thumb.

Jinki kisses you again, loving the way you twitch under the pressure he puts on you, loving the way that you begin to unravel. You know that this is what he wants from you, and you know that surely he is close, too, so you let go, you don’t hold back. You clench involuntarily around his cock, your moans become whines as your body is rocked by him.

“I love you, Jinki.” You say.

This tips the man over the edge, his movements stutter as he clumsily thrusts, splattering your insides with his hot filthy seed, he kisses you over and over until he has no more to give, then he stops to pull out of you, staring deep into your eyes.

“I love you, too.” He replies.

The Jin I know

Seokjin in an horror movie

*phone rings*

Jin : Hello, I’m really busy right now. Killer : I’m watching you… Jin : Killer : Jin : Killer : Jin : *making model poses while doing flying kisses* Do I look good ?

Porsche and Vegas or how you find unlikely allies

Tbh one of the things I wouldn’t have expected to happen, not in a million years would be Porsche and Vegas being in the same side.

Now picture the image of Kinn and Pete looking how the loves of their lives escape on a bike. Like. What the fuck.

I think Kinn will be too blinded by his -I wouldn’t say hate, tho in this very moment it definetely morphed into that- distate and distrust for his cousin.

But what about Pete? Does he think that Vegas manipulated another person? A friend of Pete’s on top of that. Does he think Porsche is another Tawan and Ken? Does he doubt himself and start to think that everything that happened to him was a long game of manipulation? Or does he blames himself for not stopping Vegas to keep trying to get back at Kinn/the main family? Is he even emotionally stable to see how WILDLY strange is to Vegas and Porsche to work together? Does he feels something is off, something he doesn’t know but that Vegas is not acting in bad faith?

I don’t know.

But I keep thinking how these two came together, with no false pretenses. How not in my wildest dreams I would think Porsche and Vegas working together. If I saw that in a fic I would probably think it was too ooc.

And the interesting part is that: no pretenses. Everything is out front.

I see a lot of people coming for Porsche’s throat for not trusting Kinn with this. But the thing is, he find himself in an enviroment he doesn’t trust.

Remember when Kinn said: “I promise. Whatever you want to know, I’ll find every answer for you”

And that’s the thing. It’s too dangerous. Kinn would move heavens and earth to find the answers he needs. But what if those answers were held by his father? What then?

- At best he would tip off Korn bc Kinn would act weird and they don’t know how many of their people would risk to put their loyalty on Kinn before Korn, because at the end of the day he’s still the patriarch, so everyone is essentially his eyes. - At worst he would go directly to Korn to ask him and Korn would bullshit his way as always.

The result would be the same: Korn would erase all possible evidence and Porsche would be still without answers.

At the end Porsche would have put a mark on himself. He will be always wondering when Korn would finally decide he’s not all that special and that guilt is not enough for the risk of him putting Kinn against Korn.

So he’s doing all of this to protect Kinn and their relationship. He wants to be able to be with Kinn. But he knows he either figures it out by himself or it would eat him alive for the rest of his life. He needs to.

Then enter Vegas.

You have no contacts, no means, no resources. You don’t know where to even begin to look. You need someone who has all those things and the intelligence and experience to uncover things.

(what’s very funny is that if the Theerapanyakul brothers had any kind of communication, Porsche would know to go to Kim and his murderboard)

So why Vegas? Also how the fuck he contacted Vegas if he was supposedly off the grid and in hiding?

I think there’s a gap, lost time we didn’t see.

We see Porsche answering an unknown number’s call after leaving Pete in the bathtub. But he talks very normal, serene. He knows who’s he’s talking to. And it’s definetely a secret seeing how fast he hungs up after Kinn arrives.

What I think? That call was Vegas. They were already in contact. I don’t know who contacted who first, but now that I’m thinking of it, I think it was Vegas who reached out first. He wanted to talk to Pete, to see him again. But he has a price on his head, so who would help him? The obvious choice is Porsche. An outsider enough to not instantly react how the mafia deals with things (read: bloodbath) and possibly Pete’s best friend. I’m betting my right hand he promised anything in order to be able to see Pete. And that’s how Porsche found out the perfect man for what he needed.

He promised to think of something.

Then enter the bathtub scene.

When I was watching it I thought Porsche had a weird expression on his face. It was not exactly anger for the torture Pete has on his body. It was a kind of cold anger. Restrained.

Now I realize it’s because he has strong suspicions of who was it. Why is he asking for “who”? If what Tankhun said was right and Pete indeed was held prisioner since his last mission, Pete would have been tortured by the second family’s people, not Vegas who was in hiding. So why not say it?

But then Vegas did contact him, asking for this strange favor in exchange for anything Porsche could want.

Porsche is conecting the dots and is not liking the picture that paints:

1. Pete wasn’t in the second family’s house (they checked when looking for Vegas).

2. Vegas called him, putting himself in danger, asking to meet Pete and promising anything in return.

3. Pete is barely holding together his bubbly exterior, clearly traumatized and with his whole body covered in healing wounds.

4. Pete is not denying that a single person did this, too out of it to notice that that is an answer by itself.

5. Pete is still not saying who did this to him and he looks in the verge of tears. He probably spent all his energy debriefing with Chan, now he looks like if you push him too hard, he will burst into tears.

6. Porsche is saying that if he tells him, he will deal with it himself, not saying anything to Chan or the others. He ask Pete to trust him.

7. Pete looks like he’s gonna crack and put his trust on Porsche, but the moment Porsche mentions the second family, he immediately closses off.

8. When he tries to push him more, Pete looks like he’s gonna start sobbing any minute now.

(Why? He realizes he could start a war between the families. And if he’s the reason, Vegas would suffer the worst consequences -by his father, by the two families. He realizes the secret of where he was and with who would be out, and nobody would understand him. And that’s what both breaks him and gives him strenght: the fact that nobody would understand him. Only Vegas. Vegas who he betrayed and the one who makes him feel like he’s losing his sanity and at the same time whole again. So he shuts up)

Now Porsche is having a more complete picture, but he’s aware he’s missing some things. So when Vegas calls him again, he decides he would agree with a meeting. BUT with safety measures. In a safe space, with people who care for him and would defend him. With himself closer in case things go south.

So he creates an opportunity, a night out at Yok’s.

And there’s is where he finds another dot to his personal murderboard:

(Tankhun definitely has psychic powers bc how he could have choose the most perfect song?)

This? This right here is not the face of a man suffering from physical torture. This is the face of a man suffering from a broken heart (and yes, physical torture too)

So Porsche goes to find Vegas, seeing everyone is distracted. And the following interaction is what I find most interesting:

He goes to him and Vegas looks at him expectantly, whith hope. And then Porsche punches him.

But what he says? He says “This is for Tawan. *punches him again, this time with relish* And this is for Pete”

Why? The Pete part I understand, but the Tawan part messes with that.

“This is for Tawan” - For what? For making him come back to Kinn’s life just to fuck him over?

But then he says “And this is for Pete”. For what? For torturing him? For messing with him?

As you see, these two makes sense separately, but not together, because what these two have in common? Their hearts being broken by Vegas.

So yeah, I do think Porsche is meaning all those things, but more importantly he saw how badly Vegas manipulated Tawan. Even if Tawan was an asshole, he didn’t deserved to be manipulated like that and have his love used against him. That served no purpose, that was cruel (even if I think Vegas ultimately tried to make Tawan go in the most sweet way possible, trying to spare him the pain before dying)

So what Porsche is focusing the most here is the personal relationship part, Vegas relationship with those two people.

He’s being all “You fucked up Tawan, someone who was definetely not a fool. Now what the hell did you do to Pete?”

And when Vegas pants and say “aahh okay”, he get what Porsche is saying now. He accepts it. After the first punch he looks like if he were in any other situation, he would retaliate. After the second one? He deflates, because he knows he deserves it.

“He didn’t tell me anything, but I could guess”

And Vegas closses off, like Pete: “Are you done?” (Because he knows it doesn’t matter if he tries to explain, nobody would understand (parallels again anyone?))

V: “At first I thought if there would be something that Kinn couldn’t help you with. Now I get it. I’m glad you thought of me”

P: “I don’t trust you. I can’t trust anyone. Even the main family, I don’t trust any of them. But I think you’re the only person whom can be bought by them”

Then Vegas offers his help, so that means this was initially a one time thing: I take Pete somewhere where you can see him, and I can ask you if you know something.

But what none of them expected was the fact that Vegas recognized Porsche’s mom from a picture in his father’s studio.

Now it’s not something about Porsche business. It’s not even something about the main family. It’s something it affects both of them bc it was not only Korn who treated differently Porsche, Kan also ordered Vegas to not injure or put him in danger. So something is definetely off, and they both want to figure out what. (I didn’t read the novel, but I know this specific thing and I’m incredibly immpressed how the show is handling it and using both misdirections and foreshadowing)

Porsche needs to know what happened in the past and what’s happening around him. He needs answers in order to be happy with Kinn.

Vegas has been feeling that something was off for a long time. His father is hiding something, something very improtant considering he has a fucking photo of Porsche’s mom in his fucking studio. He wants to know. He wants leverage on his father. He wonders if this would make him uderstand why his father treats him the way he does.

Because… Did we forget how many times Kan has beat Vegas while screaming how dissapointed he is that Macau and him are his sons? How sneered that they were weak as their mother?

Then you had a picture of an unknown woman in his fucking studio. Someone who Korn also knows.

So it’s not hard for Vegas to reach to some conclussions: 1. Either Porsche is the son of the woman his father loved (and probably Korn too), 2. or Porsche is the son of his father with the woman he loved, making him his brother and explaining why his father despises so much Vegas, Macau and their mother.

Either way he has a connection to Porsche now, a personal one. And that’s why Vegas demeanour changes so much with Porsche. It’s not that he has been changed by the power of Pete’s love or some bullshit (though Pete did help him with his self growth), is that he’s acting with him like he does with Macau: a softer version of him, one that protects and don’t lash out.

I think Porsche is leaning for option one, or more like, he refuses to even think about any other possibility: he’s the son of his parents and that’s it. Also thinking of anything else would be dangerous, bc that would make Kinn his cousin at best, and his half brother at worst.

And Vegas…well, considering how fucked up is his world and his perspective under his father’s hate that Porsche doesn’t have, I think he’s leaning into option two. Now he has something to focus on, someone to help and protect. And if this also helps him to fuck somehow his father over, he will welcome it. . (aaaaaaand holy shit. I did it again *cries*. I wrote another monstruosity like I’m in a fever dream wtf I’m so sorry! *runs*)

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