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So Close Yet So Far - Mingyu x Reader - Chapter 20 - A Surprise in the Fields

Synopsis: Your college friend, Kim Mingyu, has had a grip on your heart since the first day you met. Over the past few years, as you acquired more friendships and memories, those feelings only grew. However, recently, Mingyu has seemed a bit more distant, at least when it comes to any ideas of romance. It only gets worse when rumors fly that he's off to Japan to receive a marriage proposal! Unsure what to do, you wonder how you can keep Mingyu by your side without jeopardizing your friendship or your growing feelings. You never expected that waking up one drunken morning next to two hot angels would be your ticket into Mingyu's heart.

Genre: Romance, College!AU, Modern Fantasy, Comedy, Angsty

Length: approx. 6.7k words

Chapter 20 - A Surprise in the Fields

Mina saw all of their eyes widen as the room fell into silence. However, she only smiled.

“…What?” Her father asked.

Mina didn’t falter in her statement. She said it again. “I’d like to end my engagement.”

Now Mingyu piped up. “What?” he asked. Mina looked at him again, shaking her head as a cue for him to sit back and watch. She looked back to her father, who looked mortified. “I’m sorry, Father. I recently fell in love with someone else. Back home. We reconnected when I went back to visit Mother. I just…Mingyu isn’t the man I want to be with anymore.”

“…Was it the flower choice?” Mingyu asked. The unexpectedness of that comment had Mina chuckle a bit, and when she turned to Mingyu once again, he had a genuine look of concern on his face. “It thought they were really pretty and Christmassy.”

“How did this happen?” Mr. Miyou asked. Mina smiled.

“We met at a party.” She said. “It was really romantic. He introduced himself and when some drunken fool tried to bother me, he protected me. He told the guy off and stayed by my side the rest of the night. He and I only knew each other that day but he made sure I had a good time. He was so nice.” Mingyu’s shoulders dropped as he listened, biting his lip. Mina turned to Mingyu again, smiling sadly. “And then he took me to Tokyo Tower and we had lunch the next day. We had a great time. I knew then that would be the person I was destined to marry. That guy.”

Her father looked stunned as Mina’s eyes sparkled during her story. “Who is this guy in Japan?” Mina’s father asked. For some reason, despite completely expecting her father to ask such a question, she had not spent any part of the ride preparing a response that would make sense. She pursed her lips.

“Taro Yamada.” She said quickly. Mingyu immediately recalled the “drunken fool” from her Christmas party that was trying to bother Mina. He chuckled a bit in amusement.

“You can do better.” He said simply, putting his hands in his pocket. Mina smiled.

“The point is, I don’t want to be with Mingyu anymore. We have spent time together trying to make this work but…it seems we both love different people. And I know Mingyu won’t end the relationship. He’s too kind. So, I will. I don’t want to be in a miserable marriage.”

“It was absolutely the flowers that did it,” Mingyu said under his breath. Mina pulled her ring off her finger, gently setting it on the table before her.

“I’m sorry, Father. I want to return home as soon as possible.”

“Mina.” Her father gasped, but Mina was already heading out the door. Mingyu watched her for a moment before his father called to him.

“Mingyu, what did you tell her?” He asked. Mingyu frowned. “Go talk to her and fix this.”

Mingyu looked down at the ring that had been sitting on his finger since the engagement. He simply slipped it off, setting it beside Mina’s. “No.” He said simply, before walking out of the office and closing the door behind him. He saw Mina stop at the top of the step and hurried over. “Mina.” He called.

Mina turned to him when she heard the footsteps. He looked grateful but also confused. “I told myself I wouldn’t win your heart unfairly. Even when I tried to, I failed.” Mingyu blinked. “I want you to be happy. I want you to smile. You can act well I’m sure, but you’ll never truly be happy with me. That’s just as miserable for me.”

“Mina…” Mingyu sighed softly. “I’m-.”

“Don’t you dare...” She said quickly. “I should apologize. I’ve taken two months of your life that you should have been spending in bliss with someone else. I won’t take her spot anymore. It hurts now, but I’ll be okay.” Mingyu nodded. “You should go find her.”

Mingyu’s head was still reeling from the experience. “I don’t think she wants to see me.” He said.

“She does,” Mina assured. “She has all of your presents still displayed in her home, and when she talked about you today, her eyes still had that same sparkle in them.” Mingyu watched Mina step closer to him. She got on her tiptoes, balancing herself by holding onto his arm as she kissed his cheek. He felt his ears heat up, and he looked away from her for a second. It made her laugh.

“Even so, she’s upset with me.” He said. “I messed it all up.”

Mina shrugged. “I know exactly what will make her feel better.” She suggested. “If I’ve learned anything about the both of you, a gift is the one thing she always expects from you when you’re away for so long.” Mingyu finally felt a real smile form on his face, and Mina once again was hit by its infectiousness.

“Okay.” He said. “I’ll take you back to the house and then-.” Mingyu stopped his mind immediately beginning to think. She watched him; her smile still prevalent as she waited to see what he would come up with. “I have an idea. I need to make some phone calls.” Mina watched as Mingyu prepared to stro forward, but stilled. Mina caught his gaze. “Come on.” He said.

“Hm?”

“I’ll take you home.” He smiled. “I also need your help.”

“My help?” Her eyes widened. “Even after all of this?” Mingyu nodded.

“I need to know what you think of my idea.” Mina hesitated for a minute, unsure if she should go. She remembered what happened the last time she tried to help him. However, the longer she stared at his beaming face, the harder she was finding it to say no.

“Okay…” she finally breathed out, before approaching him. Mingyu grinned, and the duo descended the steps. It only took a second for Mingyu to look in her direction.

“You’re not actually going to Japan to marry that ‘drunken fool’, right?” Mina had to laugh, covering her mouth.

“Over you? I’d rather spend the rest of my life alone.”

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You watched as Joshua and Jeonghan paced the room in front of you. They seemed stressed, but a different kind of stress than they have expressed ever since your contracts flashed red in the first place. You had no idea what to say because you were just as lost as them, and you simply waited with bated breath for one of them to speak.

Finally, Jeonghan chose to. “We have another shot.”

“How?” Joshua asked. “Mingyu is living with another woman and has a ring on her finger.”

“Thanks for the mental image.” You said. Joshua quickly offered you a sympathetic look.

“Well, if it’s not red any more then that means we didn’t fail. It’s back at neutral.” Jeonghan said simply.

“I know that.” Jeonghan put his hand on his hips.

“We should really call Seungcheol now.” He said.

“I think you just want to see me get beat up again,” Joshua said.

“No.” He sighed. “But he’s the only one who knows exactly what is going on. He can tell us what this means.”

“That makes sense.” You finally popped up. “If he’s the head angel of your group, then he must be in the loop with how everything is going. Maybe he can give us more details.”

“I can if you want.” The three of you looked towards the new voice that popped into the conversation, eyes on the balcony. Seungcheol stepped in, closing the balcony door behind him. He put his hands in his pockets. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to see you again.”

You pursed your lips together, confused by how jovial he sounded as he said that. “Thanks?” Seungcheol grinned at your question.

“Is it just you?” Jeonghan asked.

“Yeah.” He clapped his hands together. “I told them that if you two don’t screw this up royally again, they can all come with me to welcome you back home.” The duo shared a glance before Seungcheol began to explain. “I can’t say much, but I do know that both of you are so incredibly lucky. Whatever happened to Mingyu and this girl, probably won’t last. You need to act right now.”

“But what do we do?” Jeonghan asked.

“What even happened?” Joshua asked. Seungcheol glanced at you, the intensity of his stare making you shiver.

“Don’t be too upset with him, okay?” He suggested. “Hear him out.”

“Okay.” You said softly.

Seungcheol walked up to the two angels before him, patting their shoulders. “I can’t really say much else.” He said. “If he comes to you, help him out. Even if you’re upset with him-.” His eyes shot at Joshua, who immediately avoided his gaze. “I can’t stay around or do anything to interfere. But I’ll have my eyes and ears on everything.”

“Okay,” Jeonghan said.

“I feel like we’re about to rob a bank.” You said. You didn’t expect the trio to give you absolutely disgusted looks even suggesting something like that would happen. “I’m kidding.” You emphasized.

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Mingyu was pacing the floor of his living room frantically. “Please pick up. Please.” He begged to himself, listening as the phone continued to ring and ring. Finally, when he heard a confused ‘Hello’, he gasped. “Hyung!”

“…Mingyu?” Hoshi sat up at his desk, pencil in hand and phone on the other. He looked over at his bed, where Jihoon was propped against the side. His eyes immediately rose from his phone.

“Hyung, I need your help. Minnie and Seungkwan won’t pick up.”

“They’re not happy with you.” He pointed out.

“Hyung, I need to make this right and I have my chance. I really need all of your help.”

“What about Mina?”

His eyes darted to the woman in question as she turned her phone off, sticking it into her pocket and examining her luggage, the one time this would probably ever happen. “I’ll explain everything to you when we meet. Please.”

He heard Hoshi hum on the other line and he was beginning to grow impatient. However, he had no room to make demands on Hoshi or any of his friends. He heard the bedroom door open and saw Mina pull a few suitcases into view. He hurried over, grabbed them, and helped her bring one to the living room, his phone still pressed between his ear and shoulder. It seemed she was on the phone as well, listening to the other person on the line. “Hyung, please.” He begged. “You don’t have to talk to me anymore after this if you can’t forgive me. Just help me.”

“Fine.” Hoshi finally said. “I’ll call the others and talk to them.”

“Thanks, Hyung.” He said. “I’m going to get dinner in an hour. If you guys help, please meet me there, okay? I’ll put the address in a group chat”

“Okay,” Hoshi said before hanging up. The uncertainty in his friend's voice made Mingyu exhale a deep sigh of anxiety. Looking down at his phone, he watched his background pop up. He had yet to change it since getting it back from his father, one of you, and him at the fireworks on the beach, holding up a half-burnt sparkler. It was one of the ones that did not get the entirety of the fireworks in the background. He could see Hoshi in the corner of the screen, remembering him and Seungkwan running around with their sparklers. He pulled up his photos, scrolling to that one and the others that surrounded it. His phone was a wall of similar pictures stacked beside one another of the both of you at the fireworks. He scrolled a bit farther, coming across photos of the group of you the morning of your birthday, stuffing their faces with muffins and coffee. Mingyu pulled up a picture of you standing with Hoshi and Minnie, Hoshi’s hands reached up to put a little birthday crown on your head. Even behind his arm, he could still make out your amused grin.

“Are they going to help?” she asked. Mingyu looked over, thumb ghosting over the photo before he could swipe. Mina offered him a little smile.

“I hope.” He said. “I can’t blame them if they don’t.”

“If I know anything about your friends, they’ll come through. They just seem that those kinds of people.” She walked over, catching sight of the photo on his phone. Mingyu held back the urge to stick his phone in his pocket when Mina reached out and took it. She looked at the picture. “I regret not coming downstairs for presents and stuff.” She said. “I was too emotional about everything. I made Jihoon tell everyone I was asleep.”

“Oh,” Mingyu said. Mina motioned the phone back as if to ask if she could continue to scroll silently. Mingyu, though a bit hesitant, nodded. She smiled, her finger swiping through each photo.

“She looked really pretty.” She said. Looking over at Mingyu, she smiled. “Must have been romantic.”

“Aha…” Mingyu’s cheeks turned red, averting his eyes. Mina handed his phone back with an amused giggle.

“No need to tell me the details. I know,” she said. “I saw.” When she saw Mingyu’s nervous smile turn into a stunned and embarrassed expression spread across his entire face, she laughed a bit. “Don’t look at me like that. You did it right in the open in front of the house. I’m sure everyone saw.”

“You think?”

“I’m almost confident,” she said, leaving Mingyu to groan in embarrassment at his hands. She simply strolled to the front door and patted her luggage. “Now, let’s get this by the door so they’re ready for my car.”

“Your car?” Mingyu’s eyes widened.

“I called while you were on the phone. I’ll be heading to the airport right away and going home.”

Mingyu waited with Mina outside of the house for her car, the one that would take her to the airport. “Are you going to be fine waiting at the airport?” he asked. Mina laughed a bit, nodding her head.

“Yes. I can easily have the family plane sent over to get me. If not, I have enough money for a ticket. My father won’t let me go back without a good enough explanation and I’m not really ready to explain everything yet. Besides, I miss home. Living in Korea forever would have eventually made me really homesick.” She turned to Mingyu, who stuck his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels as a way to pass the time. “Make sure you actually get her to forgive you, okay?”

Mingyu’s expression soured. “You think she won’t?” he asked.

“No,” Mina assured. “I do. I’m just saying to make sure it will work.” Mingyu nodded. “And if you’re not planning to stop talking to me after this, I hope we can still work together one day.” Mingyu chuckled to himself, nodding.

“Maybe,” he said. Mina nodded her head. “Only if you promise to not marry that sleaze.”

“I told you I won’t.” She said behind a laugh, and Mingyu chuckled along with her. She felt a warm bubble in her stomach as his laugh hit her ears, a feeling she had long missed since all this happened. “This is exactly what I wanted,” she said, looking up at him again. Mingyu cocked an eyebrow, unsure of what she meant. However, she turned her heel, watching as the car she called for was approaching. “Ah. There.” she motioned to the car as it pulled up to them, the driver stepping out to help with bags. Mina turned to Mingyu one final time. “Go get her back, okay? Don’t let my sacrifice be in vain.”

“Oh, sacrifice, hm?” Mingyu again had to chuckle in amusement. He picked up her heaviest luggage, sticking it into the trunk before closing it. The driver opened the passenger’s door for her, and she offered him one more look. "Get home safe,” he said. Mina nodded her head politely.

“Bye.” She said, before slipping into the car. Mingyu crossed his arms over his chest as the car started up, pulling from the house and onto the street until it was out of his sight. It was then he felt his phone going off in his pocket a mile a minute, and he had to keep himself calm, the only indicator of his excitement being the corners of his lips curling into a smile. He immediately returned to the house to get his own things and head to the restaurant.

He would fix all of it. He just needed to plan.

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Mingyy sat at the table of the restaurant, eyes darting nervously around the room. Servers were brought out food, patrons strolled in and out. The longer he waited, the slower time seemed like it was going. Therefore, the more anxious he got. Leaning back in his seat, he covered his eyes. They said they would come. Where are they? He thought to himself. Did they change their minds?

“Are you falling asleep over here?” A familiar voice alerted Mingyu straight ahead, watching as Seungkwan and Hoshi nestled in the booth across from him. Minnie plopped at his side, setting her bag on the table in front of her. He glanced at the figure at the edge of the table, where Jihoon was standing. Awkwardly. It was obvious that without Joshua, Jeonghan, or you in the mix, Jihoon kind of looked like the adult who was unfortunately placed at the kids dinner table.

Sensing the moment of awkwardness, he nodded his head. “...I was at Hoshi’s when you called.” He said simply, motioning to the flustered individual at his side. Mingyu couldn’t help but chuckle a bit, nodding his head.

“No, it’s a good thing you came. I didn’t know how to get in contact with Joshua or Jeonghan without…” his voice trailed off, but he shook his head. “That’s not the worry right now. I’m glad you guys came. I really thought you wouldn’t want to.”

“I was debating it,” Minnie said. “After the shit that happened at the engagement party.”

“I know.” Mingyu sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Where is she anyway?” Hoshi asked, looking around. “Mina.”

“She…” Mingyu needed another deep breath, his heart beating in his chest like a wild animal attempting to escape its cage. “She went back home.” The stunned expressions from the table were expected, and Mingyu continued. “We uh…she ended it.”

“You’re fucking kidding.” Minnie gasped, eyes wide. Mingyu nodded sheepishly.

“Yeah. That’s why I called. I want to make things right. With everyone. You guys first.” He was clearly getting embarrassed the more he thought about it. “I fucked everything up and I am so sorry. All the help you guys offered me for her birthday plans at the beach house and I threatened all of it because of my father and his stupid fucking threats.”

“...Threats?” Hoshi asked soft worry in his voice.

Seungkwan’s “threats?” were laced with so much curiosity that his eyes widened. Mingyu nodded.

“He has files on all of you from school. He’s been keeping tabs since I started school and I had no idea. When he heard I had started a relationship he threatened all of your futures.” He shook his head.

“You really hurt her,” Minnie said, and Mingyu nodded in agreement, eyes cast down on the table. “I don’t think she’ll ever recover.”

“I know. And instead of sticking up to him and calling his bluff, I sat my ass down and took it.” He shook his head. “It’s almost laughable now. I’m so embarrassed.”

“You should be,” Minnie said. “It was a stupid decision that came out of nowhere.”

“I know,” he said. “But that’s why I need your guy's help. I want to make it right. Please.” he glanced at Jihoon, who simply listened, his eyes cast out the window. He scanned his friend's faces, all of whom took the silence to process what Mingyu had said. None of them looked shocked, but none of them looked angry either. The neutrality in their faces seemed to fuel the dread in Mingyu’s chest even more. “Please…” he said again. “Do I need to get on the floor and deep bow? I will.”

“...Absolutely, Hyung,” Seungkwan said, only to receive a stern look from Minnie. “What? He offered.” Before Minnie could convince Mingyu not to, he got out of his seat in the booth. The group looked around at the surrounding patrons, all of whom bore witness to this six-foot man kneeling down on the marble restaurant floor, hands pressed at his sides as he lowered his head all the way to the floor.

“I’ll stay here as long as I have to. Until you agree to help me. Not forgive me, but help me. Please, I cannot lose her over this. Or you guys….”

When silence filled the booth, he waited for the sound of squeaking shoes to follow. He knew it was coming, so he closed his eyes, forehead pressed firmly to the cool floor. However, instead of squeaking shoes, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Finally propping himself up, he saw Seungkwan leaning over.

“I was kidding,” he said in amusement. “Of course we’ll help.” Relief washed over Mingyu and it took every fiber of his being not to cry. He got up, sliding back in the booth. Just as he was about to open his mouth, Seungkwan stopped him. “We cannot listen to your plan on empty stomachs, Hyung.”

“You’re shameless,” Jihoon commented with a grin, and Seungkwan’s shield of confidence immediately crumbled him into a blushing mess. Mingyu, however, simply grinned.

“Order whatever you guys want,” he said, motioning for Jihoon to finally sit. “Before my father cancels my card. Max it out for all I care!” He leaned forward, calling over his waitress to finally begin serving them before finally diving into his plan.

As his table melted into the familiar chatter he had long since missed, he knew he could do this. ‘

Suddenly, Seungkwan’s eyes widened behind his drink. “Minnie! Give me my money back!”

“What? Why?!” She gasped.

“I told you the engagement would end!”

“You place a bet on me?!” Mingyu gasped.

“I said that he would end the engagement.” Minnie snapped back. “So technically you don’t win.”

“Neither do you!”

“...You place a bet on me?!” MIngyu asked again when he realized he was ignored the first time. Jihoon patted Mingyu on the shoulder, shaking his head.

“They’ve placed about 3 bets on you.” He said simply. Mingyu rolled his eyes in annoyance, watching as the duo argued well through the meal.

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It was the following day when Joshua and Jeonghan were planning lunch. Joshua went to get it, assuming it would be you, returning from a needed stroll that you had decided to take in hopes of clearing your head. However, he was shocked when Hoshi and Jihoon were standing at the door.

“Not the pairing I would have expected, but I am pleased regardless.” He saw Jihoon sneak him a displeased sneer. “What do you need?”

“Mingyu needs your help.” Joshua could hear Jeonghan hurrying towards the door as well when the sink turned off, poking his head into the conversation. “We need to all meet at the campus as soon as possible. Do you have any art supplies?”

“Would the school not have art supplies?” Jeonghan cocked an eyebrow. “Why?” He brushed off the side eye from Joshua.

“What does he have planned?” Joshua asked curiously. Jihoon and Hoshi shared a look.

“How much time do we have before she gets home?” Jihoon asked curiously.

“A little while, I guess,” Jeonghan said.

“Let’s go,” Hoshi said, motioning them out. “We’ll explain on the way.” Despite being confused, Jihoon and Hoshi simply took the duo’s wrists and led them out of the apartment, Jeonghan struggling to close and lock up as he was being tugged away.

By the time you had gotten home, the apartment had been quiet for some time, the sun already dipping further behind the horizon. You saw the counters in the kitchen were filled with food mid-prep, an unusual sight. “Did they forget something?” You mumbled to yourself. Simply brushing your confusion off as nothing, you headed into the bathroom. “I need to shower. Even when it’s getting cold, I sweat.” With your arms stretched over your head, you made your way into the bathroom and closed the door behind you.

A warm shower was just what you needed to loosen your tight joints and muscles, some of which were still sore from the walking you were doing around the block. When you stepped out, you immediately sensed something. The same stillness that welcomed you home was still looming through the apartment. Tugging your shirt over your torso, you poked your head out of the bathroom again. “Hello?” you called. Nothing. “…Joshua?” You called. “Jeonghan?” Again, nothing. “Huh.” You stepped into the living room, sinking onto the couch and crossing your arms.

For only a moment, the peace that being alone left you with made you feel just that, peace. You turned the TV on, flipped through a magazine, and scrolled your phone. However, even with the buzz of the TV before you low, the silence was deafening. You looked over to the door, then the balcony. Nothing.

“What am I supposed to do?” You muttered to yourself. “I can’t remember what being alone feels like.” You hummed at the thought. Joshua and Jeonghan had been by your hip this long, being alone felt like a new experience. Even when you felt at your loneliest, they were always there to try their best to cheer you up. Looking down at your hands, you balled them into fists. “I really screwed everything up for them, hm?” you mumbled to yourself. It wasn’t cold, but your hands rubbed one another as if they tried making friction to warm up. “How many people can say that they fuck up a contract with two angels? It’s once in a lifetime and I completely missed the mark.”

You rose from the couch once more, making your way into the bedroom for some pajamas, ready to nestle into something comfy and end your day with a warm meal and maybe a beer. All you saw to even begin to remind you that they have been living in your apartment for the past few months was a few photos of the three of you along the college campus, and the beautiful burgundy dress that was hanging out of your closet. You walked over to it, gently tugging at the cloth. Your fingers brushed against it, tickled by the gentle feel of the fabric along your fingers. “This will be nice to wear for Christmas.” It was at the mention of the holiday, which was still two months away, but felt so close to you, that Mingyu popped in your mind for the first time in a while. His smile danced through your mind as he held out your birthday present. His hands ghosted along your neck and collarbone and he adorned it on your neck. You sighed, finally pushing the dress deeper into the closet and closing it, hoping to completely block the memories from resurfacing again.

It was then you heard the door opening, and you returned from your home. Expecting Joshua and Jeonghan, you were stunned to see Minnie. She turned to you, tugging her hair into a ponytail and smiling. “Hey.” She said.

“Hey.” You walked over. “What are you doing here? Everything okay?”

“Oh, everything is more than okay.” She said. “In fact, we need to go out.”

“What?” You asked. “Right now?”

“Right now.” She said simply. “Go get dressed.”

“I’m already dressed.” You said. Unimpressed eyes scanned your tee shirt and jeans, before staring directly at you with another wide grin.

“Go get dressed into something else.” She corrected. When you opened your mouth to respond, Minnie only pointed. “Go. There’s no time to argue with me. Trust me, okay?”

“What should I wear?” you asked, finally walking back into your room. You heard Minnie following behind. “I was planning on staying in tonight.”

“Wear something cute. Maybe a skirt and a cute top? Oh! Or maybe-.”

“Nicha Yontararak.” You said. Minnie’s eyes widened at the mention of her Thai name. “You did not set me up on a blind date, did you?”

“What?” Minnie scoffed. “No.”

“Minnie.” You said, unimpressed by her attempt to lie.

“I really didn’t!” She said quickly. “Trust me! Now, get dressed so we can go!”

She watched as you scanned your drawers for an outfit that better matched her very vague description of ‘cute’. “You’re going to 100 percent thank me later.”

“I very highly doubt that, considering how confused I am.” Grabbing a long-sleeved striped tee shirt, you made your way to the closet. Digging through, your eyes hit your red dress again, but you immediately pushed it from view in favor of a pair of denim overalls. “There. Better?” Minnie watched you hold the outfit up, her hands stopping mid-text on her phone. It took her a second, but she smiled.

“Perfect.” She said. You watched her look down, typing away on her phone once again.

“Who are you texting?” you asked curiously. “He’s waiting.”

“You’re date.” She grinned.

She only laughed as you groaned. “Minnie, what?!”

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“I hope everything goes well,” Mingyu said.

“It will,” Hoshi said in assurance.

“Unless it doesn’t. Y’know, being horribly last minute and everything.”

“Why do we still invite you to things?” Seungkwan asked, looking down at the grinning Jihoon as he walked over to a collection of items everyone had brought.

“Hoshi told me to come.”

Hoshi had to cover his face when he felt Seungkwan give him a very amused side glance, choosing to ignore his friend as he continued to work. “I think this will be amazing, Mingyu!” Hoshi said frantically, hoping to divert Seungkwan’s attention. He was holding a few string lights in his hands, smiling.

“You think? Jihoon-Hyung’s right, it’s last minute.”

“It’ll be fine,” Jeonghan said. He patted Mingyu on the shoulder, making the broader individual look over. “She’ll love it.” He nodded, eyes wandering over to Joshua. He was sitting at one of the picnic tables, markers, and papers from the art room spread in front of him. He was scribbling something down, eyes focused on his job: making a few signs. He had already done 3, and this was going to be his fourth. Mingyu excused himself from Jeonghan, who watched him approach Joshua. Jeonghan crossed his arms before Jihoon called him over to help with collecting lights from a box. “Aaah, I’m already too tired for this.” he groaned, only to be ignored when a fistful of lights were stuffed in his arms.

Mingyu sat down across from Joshua, only the movement of the table making him look up. He set his markers down. Mingyu, flustered, looked down at the current sign. It was white, the only color coming from the red and pink hearts surrounding what looked to be the pencil sketch of a saying.

“Do you have everything?” Joshua finally cut through the silence. Mingyu nodded, patting his pocket in reassurance.

“Yep.” He said simply. Joshua nodded, eyes darting back down to color in one of the hearts. “Do you think she’ll forgive me?” He asked softly. Joshua could hear the worry and uncertainty in Mingyu’s voice, directing his attention back to the man across from him. Mingyu pressed his hands together in a tight ball. His eyes were shaking with unanswered questions. Setting the marker down, Joshua shrugged.

“I can’t say for sure,” he said.

“You spend more time with her than anyone,” Mingyu said. “That’s kind of why I’m here asking you.” Joshua nodded his head. “I can tell you’re still mad at me. I don’t blame you.”

“I’m not mad,” Joshua said, crossing his arms and leaning back. He scrunched his nose as he thought, finally nodding his head. “Just disappointed.”

“Oh come the fuck on.” Mingyu groaned with a slight chuckle, palm pressed to his forehead. He heard Joshua chuckle a bit and looked up once again. Joshua spun the sign towards Mingyu. A red marker spun in his direction as well, and Mingyu cocked an eyebrow. Joshua looked down at the paper, a small smile on his lips. “What?” Mingyu asked.

“You have to write the ‘I love you’ of course,” Joshua explained. When he saw Mingyu’s cheeks tint pink, Joshua only pushed the marker closer.

“Why can’t you write it?” Mingyu asked.

“Because if I do then I know someone over there will absolutely make it a bigger deal than it is.” Joshua pointed to the group of individuals who crowded the rest of the supplies. Mingyu chuckled, finally reaching out and taking the marker. Joshua leaned his cheek on his hand as he watched Mingyu write the phrase. “Besides. She wants to hear it from you, not me….” Mingyu’s hand stopped writing for a second, glancing up at Joshua as he simply reached for another color, leaning over and adding a few little doodles and decorations in the corners.

“...She really thought it was me she was confessing to?” He asked. Joshua nodded his head.

“Yeah. It was kind of cute.” he chuckled to himself. “She’s crazy about you, Mingyu. Did you know the first night I met her she was drunk and crying about you going on vacation?”

“Shut up, she was not.” Mingyu’s eyes widened. Joshua nodded, the duo chatting over the first night you and Joshua met as they doodled around the rest of the poster.

Nighttime got closer, which meant you were on your way with Minnie. Knowing this made Mingyu’s palms sweaty, and he paced the area in hopes of calming himself down. He felt his heart pick up, and he let out a shaky breath. “Oh, God I might throw up.” He put his hands on his hips, walking a few paces back and forth. “What if she doesn’t forgive me?”

“Mina’s still available,” Jihoon said. Hoshi hit him in the arm as he laughed. Mingyu took a few deep breaths.

“You think she’ll like all of this?” he motioned to the scene before him, to his friends who all once again banded together to help him out in a bind. Mina was right, they all really were there when it mattered.

“If we didn’t think it would work, we wouldn’t be here,” Seungkwan said simply, peeling at a few boxes of wrapped lights. “Just tell her how you feel.”

“I did that already. Like twelve times.”

“Do it a thirteenth,” Jeonghan said.

Mingyu ran his hand through his hair and snorted. “Oh wow. Thanks…” Among the snickering individuals, he heard someone calling his name. When he looked over, he saw one of the lingering students chatting to someone, pointing to the group in the field. Mingyu sprinted over to the edge of the field, where a woman in a pair of slacks, a bun with a baseball cap, and a polo shirt with a company logo on it. She had a white bag gripped in her hands. Mingyu studied the logo and saw it read Byeong Florist.

“Kim Mingyu?.” She asked. Mingyu nodded and was given a white bag. He took it from her hands, muttering a quick thank you before the woman nodded her head. He watched her walk away for a minute.

“What the…?” Mingyu looked down, opened it up, and looking inside. He was immediately met with a little bouquet of flowers, and his eyes widened. “Hm?” He pulled them out, seeing a note fall to his feet. He knelt down and picked it up, flipping the paper open.

Don’t worry. They’re not meant to be from me to you. Give them to her, okay? She’ll love them. Good luck! - Mina

When Mingyu looked up, the florist delivery woman was already gone, and Mingyu couldn’t help but chuckle. “Alright, then…” he said. Turning his head, he admired the scene before him. “She’ll probably be here soon,” he said.

“Minnie said they were on their way about 5 minutes ago,” Seungkwan said.

“What!?” Mingyu’s eyes widened. “Oh, crap. Okay, what am I supposed to do? Uh-.” Joshua watched as Mingyu rambled to himself, trying to figure out exactly what else he could do to make this perfect before you arrived. He reached out, putting his hand on Mingyu’s shoulder once more. Mingyu looked over, confused as to the sudden increase in Joshua’s physical touch at the moment. Joshua smiled.

“If you stress, she’ll notice.” He said simply. Mingyu felt his shoulders relax, and Joshua could feel his fingers tingle just a little bit. “You’ll be fine.”

“Okay.” Mingyu breathed out, nodding his head. “Fine.”

🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶So Close Yet So Far🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶

“Why are we going to the campus?” you asked, looking at Minnie. “Aren’t classes just about done for the day?”

“Yeah,” Minnie said. “That’s the perfect time for a date. Nobody is there to bother you. The guy is really nice. He goes to our school.”

“How do you know him?” you asked.

“We are in the same economics class.” She said simply. You hummed. “Just give him a chance. You should get back out there instead of crying over Mingyu.”

“I’ve done no such thing.” You huffed in embarrassment. Minnie’s eyes pierced you. “…Recently.”

Minnie eyed the school as it came into view, and you gulped. The idea of going on a date with someone when you spent all of your college life pining after Mingyu seemed…weird. You didn’t think you’d ever do something like this. However, Minnie reached out and took your hand. “Don’t worry.” She said. “I promise I wouldn’t steer you wrong.”

“Okay.” You said softly. “I guess I’ll trust you.” Your friend smiled in excitement, before picking up the pace. As the both of you headed onto campus, you looked around. Most of the buildings were dark, and closed for the night. A few handfuls of students were still around campus, most heading home for the night or to the library for a late-night study session. You caught a few glances in your direction. In fact, a lot of people were looking in your direction. You looked at Minnie once more. “Why do I feel everyone we see is staring at us?” you asked. “Do I look ridiculous?”

“No. You look cute.” She assured. “Don’t mind them.” Minnie led you down one of the paths on campus, towards the fields where you and Mingyu had originally planned for your birthday weekend. You could remember Mingyu eagerly telling you how he had planned everything for you already, and how excited that made you. The memory made you smile, and Minnie seemed to notice. “You haven’t even seen everything yet, and you’re smiling?”

“Everything?” you asked. “I thought we were meeting one of your classmates.”

“I lied, dummy.” Minnie grinned. Before you could ask for further information, you and Minnie both turned the corner. When your eyes landed on the field a few feet away, they immediately widened.

Mingyu was standing on the field. It was dark, but you could make out his basic features. He was pacing the feet around him, seemingly deep in thought. You looked at Minnie, who shook her head.

“Idiot, I told him to put all of the lights on early so we can all see. It’s getting too dark.” She muttered. “HEY! Mingyu!” Immediately he looked up, and you felt a gust of wind beside you. When you turned to check it, Minnie was already long gone, hidden back around the corner. You could see her long black hair poking out a bit under one of the campus street lights. You turned your attention back to Mingyu once more, and he only smiled in your direction. You hesitated as you stepped onto the field, trying to get a better idea of what was going on. The light of the moon and the few lights still on only left you with a basic and dim view of Mingyu and his attire, standing in front of what looked to be a tree. You watched him turn to you.

When he called your name, you felt your heart speed up, pounding in your ears as the lights turned on. 

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8 besties fall in love. inspired by the untitled one shots by nsfwtaegis

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[bangtanloverboys]

the harder the rain, honey. the sweeter the sun // ksj

summary - seokjin had the perfect plan to propose to you, but if only he could’ve predicted the weather

pairing - boyfriend!seokjin x gender neutral!reader

genre - fluff; established relationship au

word count - 492

warnings - nothing

author’s note - this is an old practice drabble i had hiding away, thought i might dust it off and post it

Seokjin really should learn to check the weather.

It was your’s and Seokjin’s 3rd anniversary together and Seokjin wanted to go all out with his proposal. He set up a beautiful picnic, on a gorgeous hill surrounded by wildflowers. He had picked out the ring ages ago, already knowing the perfect style for you (not to mention you dropped hints on it like crazy). Ring box in his pocket, beautiful lunch set up, with all your favorite foods and drinks. The date had started out perfectly, with the perfect amount of sun and clouds. Only for a mere hour later for it to start pouring down.

As quick as you could, you both rushed the basket and all the goodies back to the car, all while holding the blanket over you to keep you somewhat dry. Despite the attempt, you both ended up soaked to the bone. But the food was safe though. 

Climbing back into the car, Seokjin immediately started it, wanting to turn the heat up to get you dry once again. He couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed and as best as he tried to hide it from you, he knew you caught on to his sour mood.

“Baby, it’s alright. I still had a lot of fun!” You patted his shoulder, trying to cheer him up.

“I know, I know. It’s just,” he huffed, “I wanted it to be special,” he murmured. 

“Jinnie, look at me.” You placed your hand on his jaw, gently forcing you to look at him. “I love you. You never have to do anything special for me, for any reason at all. I just care that I’m with you, rain or shine.”

Your words had his heart jumping for joy. Leaning forward, he kissed you. Your lips were cold and still a bit wet, but it was a perfect kiss nonetheless. As he pulled away, he pondered a bit more on your words and with the ring box burning a hole in his pocket, he reached for it. 

“Don’t need anything special right? Rain or shine, you just want to be with me?”

“Yup.” You nodded.

“Alright, I just want you to keep that in mind.” Carefully he watched your face as he pulled the small black box from his pocket. Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped as you slowly began to connect the dots. 

“No-”

“Y/N, will you marry me?”

You were stunned into silence for a moment. The only movement coming from you was your eyes as they shifted from the ring, to Seokjin, back to the ring. “Seokjin! Yes! Yes! A million times yes!” You practically screamed as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You pulled him in for a kiss. Your teeth clanged against each other but neither of you could care less.

Smiling as he pulled away, he lifted the box to you. “Want me to put it on you?”

“I already said yes, dummy!”

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[hajoon-iz-won]

AT HIS DESIRE

Pairings: Kim Seokin X afab reader

(FIRST PERSON POINT OF VIEW)

WARNINGS: 18+ smut MDNI : porn without plot, unprotected sex, pussy eating, use of toys, anal fingering, master kink, reader's hands are tied together, used of the word "pet", oral sex, dirty talk

WORD COUNT: 1.3K

Kneeling on the hardwood floor hurt my knees and back. My back is arched, and I can see the ceiling. The rope slashes the skin on my wrists and upper arms. Time is a figment of my imagination because I have no idea how long I've been here. But I'll be patient. Patiently. This is how Master likes me: chained and partially hanged from the ceiling in my underpants. He'll be overjoyed. That is what I crave. It is my only goal in life. I live my life to please Him. My suffering is insignificant. I'm not going to move unless He instructs me to. Footsteps on the floor alert me to His presence. I know He's barefoot and dressed in those undone, tattered denim that I adore seeing Him in. I imagine Him approaching me with that gorgeous, confident stride that sends my heart racing. I picture His sculpted chest and abs... and those strong arms that always make me feel safe. Because I'm exactly where He left me, He probably has a contented smirk on His lips and a twinkle in His sapphire eyes. I couldn't move if I wanted to, but I haven't complained. I haven't even said anything.

As He approaches, I notice Him running his fingers through his dark hair and biting into his full bottom lip. My pussy twitches with excitement. When he emerges above me, my breathing quickens to the point where I forget to breathe through my nose. My entire body tingles, and excitement courses through my veins. That expression. That is all that is required. The expression that says I've been a good girl and am about to be rewarded.

“Very good, my pet.” That voice. That rich, sensuous voice washes over me like molten chocolate. It can and has forced me to come on multiple occasions. He wraps His fingers around the rope that stretches across my breasts and draws me toward Him. His warm breath brushes my lips as He whispers, "I am pleased." He teases me with the promise of a kiss, but pulls back just before our lips meet. He lowers me gently and steps around me to stand over my face. I can see the impression of His hard cock on His thigh through his pants. He grabs it, squeezing it while He looks down at me.

"Do you see what you're doing to me, pet?"" He inquires. "For you, my cock is hard and throbbing." Are you wet for me?"

"Yes, Master," I respond quickly. He moves forward, his palm slowly sliding down my stomach and under the waistband of my pants. I moan as He runs His fingers along my wet lips. "You are, indeed. But first, my dear, I want your mouth." He straddles my chest and places His hand behind my head, lifting me toward Him. As I watch Him pull down His zipper, I lick my lips. Before Master, I flinched at giving head and only did so on rare occasions. I could spend all day worshiping His gorgeous cock with Him. He pulls it out and squeezes the base while the head trails along my lips.

"Now, open pet... and suck until I tell you to stop." I immediately take Him into my mouth, staring up at Him exactly as He instructed. He twists His fingers into my hair, capturing a grip as I move up and down His length. He pulls down on my head, pushing Himself further till He reaches the back of my throat. He keeps his gaze fixed on me. He pulls out just in time, before it gets too much to handle, and lets me regain my breath.

I lick His balls while He strokes His huge cock, pulling one, then the other into my mouth. He groans and tilts his head back. "That's enough," He says as I move my tongue up and try to take Him back into my mouth. I want to crawl inside your delicious pussy."

My muscles spasm uncontrollably, and my juices run down my thighs. He hasn't even touched me, yet my body is so tense that if He breathes on me, I may succumb. He walks away and returns me to my previous position. Cold steel trails up my inner thighs as He returns. My knees shake and threaten to buckle. I hear a snap as He inserts His fingers beneath the crotch of my pants. He inserts His finger within me as soon as the material slips away. That was all I needed. I charge in, yelling at the top of my lungs. "That's it, pet."

This is how He treats me. My bones have turned to liquid, and I can no longer hold my weight. My knees are wide open, and the rope is taut. He grips my waist and pulls me up, supporting me while He positions Himself beneath me till I'm astride Him. He lets go of the hook that was holding me to the ceiling, and I fall into His chest. His powerful, musky aroma floods my nostrils and revitalizes me. I raise my head, hovering above His cock. He guides me by pressing His fingers into my hips. I whimper as He glides inside me, filling me up like no one else.

"It's so fucking tight. Who is this pussy's owner?" "You. It's yours, Master." I begin to move, and He responds with a tremendous thrust of His own. When He lifts me and places me over His lips, I gasp in amazement. A chill runs down my spine as I anticipate His skilled tongue's contact. He encircles my thighs and pulls me down, parting my lips.

"Oh, God!" His tongue swishes across my clit, licking up my juices." My eyes flutter as He closes His lips around it, suckling like a newborn child on His mother's breast. It's a good thing He likes how loud I am. I doubt I could remain silent if my life depended on it. He releases me and kneels behind me, shoving my face into the floor, before I can even think. When I pressed my cheek on it, I noticed the small vibrator and lube next to me. In anticipation, I wiggle against Him.

"My eager kitten," he grins. He recovers them and puts His cock back within me. I can feel the lubrication trickling down his thumb as it travels over my anus. He slowly inserts His thumb, adding more lubrication. I push back, and He growls deep in His throat. He starts thrusting into me, his cock and thumb working together. As His thumb slips out and the vibrator creeps in, I whimper. Before turning it on, he works it carefully into my ass. I scream as He stomps on my pussy. While the item adds to our game, I'd rather have His cock any day. He adjusts the vibrator setting, and it accelerates.

The sensation, along with His forceful strokes, pushes me over the edge, and I come crashing down—hard and loudly. He increases His grip on my hips, keeping me upright while He pursues His own climax. I clench my fists around Him, and He roars back. He gently places me on the floor, removes the vibrator, and rapidly unties the rope that binds my wrists. He reluctantly pulls himself out of me and flips me over to remove the remaining rope. I look into His eyes as He massages my arms.

He scoops me up and leads me to our bed with a smile. As He pulls me into His arms, He sighs. "How was your honeymoon's first night, Mrs. Kim?"" "Excellent, Mr. Kim. "Don't worry, my love. It will not end." Every day of the rest of our lives will be like this one, with me."

"Yes, Master."

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[becuztaelien]

2| The Haircut

Part Two/?

1.8k Words, Warning: Highkey Smut ahead

“And you, babygirl… are going to tell me, tell me what you want?”

Now you had two options; either you could put up a fight and play hard to get-considering he did just make your job a hundred times harder-or you could allow yourself to be taken by him and since the latter is what usually happened you decided to go with the former. You weren’t going to let him sweet talk you, you weren’t going to let him get all cocky and get what he always wanted. Nope.

You smirked against his finger resting on your lips and removed your arms from around his neck bringing them up to push his finger on to his own lips and backed away from his embrace. He looked at you, confused, good, you thought, things were going well so far.

“Well… if I’m going to get what I want, I’m going to have to think about this for a bit.” You skipped to your shared bedroom hearing Jin pacing close behind you. This is going to be fun.

You stopped right at the door and turned around to face him. “And where do you think you’re going?”

“You didn’t want me to follow you?” he looked like a lost puppy and you could feel yourself slowly gaining control of the situation.

“Did I say I wanted you to follow me?”

“No…?”

“Then why are you here?” Jin scratched his head and turned on his heel, going back to the bathroom. When he was no longer in sight you strolled to your top drawer and pulled out his favourite black lingerie; he had bought it for you last Valentines and that was the only time you had worn it. You grinned at yourself, what an interesting turn of events, you thought as you stripped yourself of your jeans and loose top. Walking over to the full body mirror, you admired the way the lace hugged your body, exposing just the right amount to skin to make Jin go crazy but still remain completely unsatisfied. When you were happy with the way you looked, you grabbed the $3000 hair kit you had bought especially for him from the ‘Style Drawer’ as you liked to call it and headed for the bathroom. You peeked in and rolled your eyes, mentally face palming as you saw Jin admiring himself in the mirror of course… you thought and cleared your throat causing him to jump, he spun round and stared at you confusingly.

“J-jagi, I didn’t hear you… why are you hiding?” You smirked and disappeared heading to the kitchen, a minute later you appeared walking in casually holding a stool. You went up to the sink and placed the stool in front of the mirror bending down to lower it to the perfect height all the while ignoring Jin’s jaw dropped figure. Jin cleared his throat “Jagi… what are you-”

“Sit down.” You said ignoring him again. Jin stood still, his eyes frozen on your figure, it took him a second to realise what you had said and sat down on the stool looking at you through the mirror. “Since you ruined your hair, I want you to stay still and let me fix it, no whining no protesting and no complaining on how much time it takes.” You gave him a devilish smile “and then you’ll be forgiven.” You replaced your evil grin with an ironically angelic smile and Jin’s entire body slumped down as he sighed.

“But…” he was about to protest.

“No buts.” You said firmly.

“Not even yours?” he smirked and smacked it playfully, this cocky little…

“Especially not mine.” You said sternly and began opening the bag, spreading out your tools. “Hm… I could just give you above the eyebrow bangs, they were a definite success during YNWA… or we could experiment with curly bangs…” You began thinking about what you could out loud and only looked at Jin through the mirror for a second catching him staring at your butt. You smiled to yourself and placed your elbows on the sink shelf sticking your butt just enough to hear Jin sigh pursing his lips together and looking the other way, this was killing him. You snapped your fingers and muttered a low ‘ah ha’ before opening the sink and grabbing a hair brush. You thoroughly wet your hands along with the brush and ran it through Jin’s hair, soaking it. After you were done untangling it and making sure it was smooth you grabbed a comb and combed it straight down, looking at Jin’s face you noticed how red his cheeks had gotten, his hands were clenched into tight firsts and he couldn’t keep his eyes off your very proximate cleavage. You smirked as an idea popped into your head, “Ah let me just get the back.” You muttered getting closer to Jin so his face was literally centimetres away from your chest, you reached your arms forward and combed through the back of Jin’s hair feeling his hot breath on your exposed chest.

“Ja-jagi…” Jin choked out, his self-control dropping quickly.

“Yes?” You replied backing up and grabbing the hair gel, coating your fingers with it lightly.

“Don’t you think you’re being too… cruel?” Jin was giving you his puppy dog eyes accompanied with an adorable pout and you almost felt yourself give in before shaking your head lightly and resuming your work.

“How am I being cruel?” You asked innocently, applying the hair gel into his damp hair and plugging in the blow dryer.

“Ya! I know I made your job harder but you’re… you’re making my life harder right now…” he said the last part quietly, almost a mumble as he averted his eyes and looked down at the very obvious bulge growing in his pants.

“Good.” You said indifferently and Jin looked back up at you almost offended “Now you’ll think twice before chopping your bangs off.” You gave him an almost evil grin and turned on the blow-dryer, combing his hair in your desired style as it dried and the gel made sure it would stay that way. You went for a Fire meets BS&T meets Danger kind of look so one edge of the side parting you gave him was brushed and stuck to his head while the other, longer side, was puffy and in the air, revealing his beautiful forehead that ARMY so often requested. You had pretty much forgotten about what you were wearing and what your original intention to wear it even was, you were way too focused on your work and Jin knew this. The man had seen it a million times before; you were passionate and dedicated to your work and once you got into it, nothing could distract you, not even Jin’s hands that had moved and placed themselves on your waist pulling you closer with every second. You were just finishing up with a little bit of natural hairspray when you felt something hard press against your stomach. You dropped the spray bottle when you realised Jin had closed the space between you two and pressed your body flush against his, his strong arms were wrapped around your waist and his face was semi buried in your chest as he looked up at you through dark hooded eyes.

“You’re done.” He stated as a matter of fact, his voice had changed from the early whiny and pouty attitude to a now more authoritative and assertive tone making a chill run down your spine.

“I’m not.” You retorted trying to take control back but knowing fully well it wasn’t going to happen.

“You’re talking to me which means you aren’t focused and you never lose focus unless you’re done.” He held you tighter “so now it’s my turn.” He smirked, oh boy. Jin moved his head away and peaked into the mirror raising his eyebrows, clearly impressed by what you had done “hey handsome.” He said winking to himself and you rolled your eyes “why don’t you show this pretty lady what she really should have asked for huh?” he was wiggling his eyebrows at himself and you cringed, why was he like this? Why did you actually love him for being like this? Some questions were better off without answers. Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt Jin’s hand move from your waist down to your thighs and grip at them tightly “What are you thinking about hm?” he muttered softly before lifting you and standing up at the same time. You yelped at the sudden action and quickly wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I’m just thinking about…” you searched your thoughts quickly for some sort of rebuttal but the grin that appeared on his face was a clear indicator that he knew. He chuckled deeply and gave you a sultry look before walking towards his bedroom.

“ahh jagi...” he sighed, “when will you learn?”

“What exactly are you trying to teach me?” You returned his look challengingly with a subtle lip bite, why am I trying to make this worse for myself?

He laughed, visibly amused and you felt him quite literally throw you backwards on to the bed. It was unexpected and resulted in a small scream but before you knew it, he was slowly crawling over your half naked figure. His hand slowly travelled up your inner thigh and you could feel the chills all over your body. “Jin-” but you were cut off by his lips finding their way to yours. You softly moaned into the kiss when you felt his hand travelling up and flicking at your nipple. He pulled away only to open his mouth which caused you to do the same. His tongue met yours as he began overlapping around it and softly pulling back, biting your lip softly in the process. All the while, his fingers had been gently playing with your now hardened nipples. “Ah~ Jin… I want you.” You couldn’t help but moan out. He chuckled knowing your chest was your weak spot, but he wasn’t going to give it to you so easily; you had toyed with him and now it was his turn.

“You’re going to have to be a bit more specific baby.” His voice was laced with so much seduction, it was almost like a drug. You knew what he was doing and you knew what he wanted to hear. Moving your hands to his face, you forgot about your pride and looked at him desperately.

“Touch me... please~” You replied with the straightest face you could possibly muster up given the circumstances. Jin didn’t need telling twice, he reached behind you to undo the hook holding your entire lingerie piece together before moving his hand under the soft material. With each second, he got closer and closer to where you wanted him but stopped just before resulting in a frustrated whine from you.

“Touch you where princess?” he smirked, clearly enjoying himself. You placed a hand over his and dragged it until it was right over your pussy; his fingers got wet immediately.

“Here, touch me here.” you responded boldly.

PART TWOOOOOOOO iz hereeeeee. lmao again, sorry to all y'all horny folks out there for the cliffhanger. I’m actually debating writing a part three cuz it’ll literally just be smut lol so like, lemme know if y’all actually want a part three or if I should just leave it to y’alls nasty imagination -ASH

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[shesawriter39049]

|Breakdown’s & Bugatti's| M| CH.1

CHAPTER 1 PART 1: THE KIMS OF NEW YORK

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PAIRING: Heir Namjoon x Heir Reader (Ft a hints of Tae & Jin)

GENRE: Rich Kid AU/Influencer/Politics/Suspense/FWB/Drama/ETC

ABOUT- Namjoon just does what he has to do to keep you ....calm while at a charity gala!

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WARNINGS: (CH.1 is split in two parts there's smut in both, so the warnings overlap) : Semi public sex, Fingering (F receiving), Teasing, Very minimal prep, Light dirty talk, Light spit play, Choking, light comeplay, Gags (Makeshift), finger sucking, Light Degradation kink (He calls her a “little slut” like twice) Non protective sex (Creampie),overstimulation, no after care (There’s no time), TBH it’s more chill than it sounds, they're comfortable with one another so this is all just second nature.

WC: 9K

NON SEXUAL WARNINGS: (Fictional political background) Recreational drug use (Molly), Yayo (Coke) Using drugs/ sex as a coping mechanism, Smoking (Cigarettes'), Shot-gunning, Brief mentions of death, father issues.

FINAL NOTE: This is set to be a OT7 alternating series, with smut pertaining to about 3 members! I wrote this almost 2 years ago, inspo was kinda like my take on a DARKER less, PC version of Gossip Girl! Ever since GG got it's HBO reboot, this stories been playin in my head. I uploaded a sneak peek like 5/6 months ago! There is some backstory here as this was set up with the idea of being a series initially!

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TUESDAY, 3AM, THE MARK HOTEL, NEW YORK, NEW YORK

It was around 3 AM Tuesday morning when your phone alerted you that somebody keyed in the code to the elevator which led directly to the foyer of your quaint three bedroom, situated on the 14th floor of The Mark Hotel. There were about 3 other apartments hidden between the array of luxury suites within the boutique style hotel. Actually ,when he opts to ya know, actually be in the country, Juge Park's youngest, Jimin is one of your neighbors. Though I believe he’s on one of the lower levels…..

There’s three pieces of property within the state of New York that currently have your name on it; however The Mark was without a doubt your favorite. It’s just always felt like an escape within the city, because lord knows you hate the Hamptons. Almost as much as you utterly despise the fact the Michael Kors suddenly has direct ties to Versace.

But anyway, maybe, the bias stems from the fact that your tucked away on E 77th street’s on the Upper East Side. So that fact alone just makes it feels more quaint, personal, and, fuck I don’t know domestic!? As opposed to your penthouse that’s deadass in Times Square! You can actually leave this particular apartment without 4484 Paparazzi in your face. Granted you won’t make it far, but still, there’s far less photographers camped outside The Mark as opposed to The W!

Speaking of paparazzi, considering you're currently one of the top searched humans amongst all search engines, you probably would've done better taking your ass to the Hamptons to get away for a minute. Fuck, I swear the past, what? Twenty some odd hours feel almost like some fucked up fever dream, except your wide awake...through all of it, and when you close your eyes it actually has the nerve to only gets worse.

Hints why it’s 3 am and your up like a crackhead staring at the marbleized ceiling, a second away from counting the gold flakes for shits and giggles as your Spotify playlist floats through the background! Well, actually you're up, because you're wired, apparently you thought doing 2 lines would calm you down, not sure if I agree with that theory just yet.

I mean on the plus side at least you’re not crying, breaking shit, or threatening to fire your entire staff anymore right?

So yayyyy….small victories I guess...

However, all of this is why you weren’t surprised, by the sudden notification, even if he didn't give you a heads up first. If anything you're surprised that it took this long! So you don’t even attempt to move, this man is far from a guest, the need for hospitality flew out the window a good 5 years ago. Even once the door creaks open, triggering the alarm to chirp and Givenchy and CoCo to have a temper tantrum, your ass stays put. Melting deeper and deeper into the mounds of Egyptian cotton. Namjoon knows the code he’ll be alright….and just like clockwork silence starts to fill the apartment again, until you hear clothed feet patter through the halls.

Though I will admit it, it takes the heir a little longer than expected, granted it’s not the smallest apartment but still….almost wondering if he took a detour or something on the way down! Shit I don't know, decided to go site seeing or somethin Joon has always loved a good painting and lord knows you have millions worth scattered along the walls....

To be honest, after your bedroom door creaks open, everything else kinda starts to blur together. Probably due to your high setting, the last memory you have of that night, or..well morning, is Namjoon staggering through your room in the form of a silhouette Strong, broad features moving about haphazardly through the dark as he strips down to nothing but a pair of briefs. A faux wave of calm drifting behind him, not stopping his very lackadaisical journey, until he basically collapses onto the bed. Everything about his grand entrance suddenly makes sense once he’s actually on you, because now you can smell why he's moving about in such a manner.

God, I hope one of his drivers dropped him off, because you can smell the Dalmore damn near seeping through his pores. Also at a later date you'll hope he used the back service entrance and not the main lobby but that's the last thing on your mind right now. As the bed dips and your counterpart in all this bullshit sits hoovered over you and the musky, yet sweet scent of Namjoon’s cologne bleeds into the aged whiskey.

The only form of light in your room right now is a deep red vintage neon sign, that’s flashing in time with the bass filling your sound system. Something smooth and R&B related, it’s actually Lost By Frank Ocean if I’m not mistaken. Even as the bed dips and Namjoon’s caged you beneath him you still don’t open your eyes...well until suddenly he’s nosing at your face like an overgrown puppy wanting attention from its owner!

Slowly, your eyes flutter open, it takes a minute because they feel kinda heavy which probably explains why your gaze is so heady, lids barely ajar. Iris rivaling the color of the sign above your head. However much to your surprise, Namjoon’s honed orbs mirror your own, only his are a little puffier, leaning more pink than red and well, let’s just say you’ve arguably seen Namjoon high more than sober and ugh...yeah, baby boy’s not high right now.

As I said before, you’ve always been a politicians worst nightmare….Mr.Kim on the other hand...well...where the media's concerned, he’s damn near as clean cut as they come...Most of Namjoon’s drama doesn't leave the Upper East Side, this is a whole new ballpark for the young heir and it’s more than clear he’s overwhelmed…

A labored breath shutters from your chest as you reach up, gripping his face in your palms, and you can feel how taut his jaw is. Posture damn near tight enough to crack a molar….

His arms are shaking and it's defiantly not from a lack of upper body strength....

“Come’re baby…” The words barely hush off your tongue before he’s plummeting into you...

Sunday, 6:35PM, The Chatwal, New York, New York

It’s just pure chaos, the minute the door flies open, and the crisp New York air smacks you dead in the face as your Manolo Blahnik’s hit the pavement! Not that you should be surprised, for one you pulled up in a Bugatti Galibier for fucks sake, of course all eyes are on you, how could they not be!? It’s not everyday someone just casually shows up in a car worth almost 2 million dollars, regardless of the event at hand.

More importantly they’ve all been expecting you, considering your grand entrance is well over an hour late and the entire car ride here your phone was damn near having a seizure because of it.

Numerous text all essentially reading the same variation of “Where the fuck are you!?” Flooding your notifications!

Yes, you ignored all of them. They'll see you when they fuckin see you!

Oh, as well as an ass ton of tweets and mentions from various news outlets came filtering through in regards to the fact that you didn’t enter the event in question by your father’s side! Which, to be honest, was the last thing you cared to do right now, however there had to be at least one Y/L/N on his arm tonight and unfortunately you had to take one for the team.

Just so were clear, your mothers the only reason your even entertaining this bullshit!

She's been in Hawaii for almost a month with your grandmother...who’s kinda on her last leg. Though, none of you had the heart to truly come to terms with that just yet….

So it obviously drew ample attention that neither his wife nor daughter were by his side as he entered the event! There's already pictures floating around online and even you had to admit the ratio looked a little off. Senator Kim sandwiched between his wife and son whist your father walked in..... solo, and awkward as all fuck, and yes it was thoroughly sastifying to see.

Tonight’s Gala was being held at The Chatwal and the event in question was some charity something or another, that council opted to put on! The cause behind the event verified by year but the Gala in question was typically the unofficial opening to elections season on the home front which mean’s it’s going to be a full fucking house!

Which explains the current catastrophic shit show unfolding before your eyes, it’s almost comical at this point. All the press and paparazzi screaming, fighting, shoving each other out of the way for the best angles! Honestly, you really weren’t in the mood for a press run, and the last thing you cared about was earning yourself an Oscar nomination for portraying the perfect politician's daughter! Thankfully, standing right by the side of the car...was your publicist...who’s essentially your knight and shining armor in moments like this. Quickly masking the attention, without any instruction (Bless her heart), merely shouting the very cliché yet appropriate auto-generated response of “She’s running late, I’m sorry we don’t have time for questions right now!” Throwing her lace coated hand in damn near every reporter's face in the process…

Tugging you through the sea of people while your security holds the train of your dress, as you attempt to gracefully maneuver through the various obscene squawks and blinding lights! Trying your damnedest not to show that your absolutely freezing your tits off, however none of your coats flattered the silhouette of your dress! So here your dumbass is, in New York, in the middle of winter in a strapless, high slit, Custom Alexandre Vauthier silk-chiffon situation!

Cute. We love that for you honestly!

Regardless of Melissa’s efforts it still obviously didn't even remotely stop them from asking, over and over, and over again. Getting you talk is legitimately there job, so they were probably hoping you’d finally just give in so they’d shut the fuck up! However your far too seasoned by now, scare/bully tactics don’t work on you anymore, if you don’t wanna speak you don’t. Wanna. Speak...it’s simple really.

It’s all going in one ear and out another!

Though, I will say, PR training was practically embedded in your veins at this point so you still handled the situation accordingly! With that being said you opted for the polite smile, and wave, the classic “Going through a wind tunnel and I can’t hear a damn thing your saying right now!”.

Works every damn time!

Smile.

Hair flip.

Then the icing on the cake….

The cute subtle little bend every once in a while as if your actually trying to understand what’s being said! The thing that works in your favor is they are all self destructive! Paps, press, photographers all they care about is getting their perfect shot! It’s not a team effort so honestly it is hard to hear when they’re all yelling and screaming over one another!

Once the three of you actually made it to the door, you did finally address the crowd of animals, I mean people!

Spinning around as gracefully as possible...the train of your dress fluttering in the slight breeze, delicately tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Showcasing a host of VVS’ that are probably throwing everyone’s camera’s out of focus, a soft smile paying on your overly glossed lips. This part was more so for your benefit though, giving the paps’ a moment to actually get a couple flattering pictures of you in this dress!

I guess on the flipside, a positive to all of this is even if you personally don’t have time to snap a selfie before leaving the house...you know damn well somebody’s got one! That concept is actually asinine when you really think about it, I mean the fact that you can literally Goggle your name, date, and or a location and there’s a very strong chance a host of images from said day will pop up in the search bar!

Yup, welcome to the world of Y/n/L/n

Striking a couple of your “go to” generic poses before simply saying….

“Thank you! Have a safe night guys!”

Bowing out as gracefully as possible with a coy little Smile toying on your lips. Hair flip. Pageant wave….Sashay...away! Ignoring all of the grumbles and protest due to the lack of interaction but again...you could give less than a damn. Your not required to aid the press at there every beck and call, your not a politician, your sperm donor is!

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The minute you cleared the doors you found yourself releasing a breath you weren’t even aware you were holding, and before the full exhale even left your overly glossed lips you felt someone walk right up on you, shoulder checking you from the back! If it was anybody else they would’ve caught an elbow straight to the ribs and a damn restraining order!

“So, your late” It’s not like you were surprised by the statement, I mean...you are late, there’s a very familiar level of dryness within her delivery. The blatant lack of expression which essentially reads as “I’m disappointed but not even remotely surprised”

“So I’m late” You parrot, alongside an agitated sigh, casually draping your coat behind your back for one of the employees to pluck from your fingers. However there’s a little more bite to your delivery, almost as if your challenging her to further question why your late. Roaming your hands down your sides, smoothing out the non existent wrinkles within your dress as you not so subtly appraise yourself in the mirror behind her head.

Melissa rolls her eyes, clearly picking up on the edge in your voice “Right, so-” There's an abrupt pause, as one of the employees comes over to grab her coat as well, flashing the worker a short, baited smile. Waiting for him to trot off before continuing, this time she leans in, voice barely above a whisper. …“Would you care to elaborate on why?…” Brow quirked in your direction though it's clear by her delivery, no matter how laxed... it’s not really a question. There is no influx on any of the pronunciation to even make it seem as such….

You don’t even try to reign in the snort that leaves your lips as you pull out your compact from your Judith Leiber clutch, reapplying your lip-gloss with the utmost ease. As if you have all the time in the world, as if your not damn near an hour late as is, not even bothering to gaze in her direction as you speak. Flipping a strand of hair over your shoulder, clearly unbothered “Eh, not really…”

“Y/n “ Eyes narrowing in your direction, and you have the nerve to giggle. light, airy, nose scrunching into your face and all and - “Spare me the bullshit, it’s been discussed for days, days, that you would walk in, hand in hand with your father!” Eyes subconsciously scanning her surroundings before continuing “You already know it’s been a pain in the ass trying to mask the media from prying into why your mother’s not here to begin with! So why the actual hell would you intentionally bring attention to that by showing up damn near an hour late?! “I mean really Y/n?!” You just shrug, curt, and agitated, focus still drawn in on touching up your makeup.

Melissa huffs almost as if she’s a second away from having a temper tantrum, arms firm against her chest “Right, well miss “I only give a damn about myself” have you taken a look at the articles that are already being wr-“

You pinch the bridge of your nose, eyes, fluttering shut briefly, perfectly groomed brows knitting together. Clearly this entire conversation is becoming massively inconvenient for you as it progresses!

“ Okay first off, just so we’re clear, I could give less than a fuck about what the press are saying about that-“ Completely silencing yourself and opting to mount the words to spare Melissa from having an aneurysm “Piece of shit”

“Y-“

One. One singular finger in the air silenced Melissa mid- syllable. She had her turn...now it’s yours!

Bringing your voice back to moderate speaking level “Second, and most importantly, I’m only here because of my mother to begin with. So don’t you ever question where my loyalties lie where she’s concerned!” Ohh if you could’ve actually growled right now…

“And finally, You’re a damn publicist, fix it...or don’t I could give less than a fuck” Voice and face falling comically flat , flailing your hand dismissively, more focused on the cluster of Chopard sitting on your middle finger that desperately needs to be cleaned, or replaced!

“Y/N-”

“Melissa” You counter in a way that makes it clear this conversation’s more than over. “No” The shrug is so lackadaisical it’s actually insulting “No. I don’t have any desire to talk about it, and more importantly I'm not going to talk about it!” Bringing your focus back to touching up your makeup, adding a little setting powder around your smile lines, clearly your all out of fictional fucks to give at the moment! “So, if you wanna know what happened that essentially led to me saying “Go fuck yourself” in the form of me showing up on my own accord go talk to your other client…” Eyes stealth, as the cut above the Tom Ford compact, gaze locked and loaded with Melissa’s as you toss the pouch into your bag.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me…” Leaning in to ghost a kiss over her cheek, more so, so you could drop your tenor low enough for only the two of you “I’m going to go find Namjoon...and hopefully drugs...before I lose my shit, and you end up with another headline in your lap before midnight” You pull back slowly, giving her shoulder a little squeeze, taking several deep breaths in attempts to re-center yourself, before ultimately flashing Melissa a smile that’s a little more than concerning!

Though, she should be a little more than used to the switch up by now. Your a Y/L/N for fucks sake, it’s essentially embedded in your blood to have an “on” switch!

...And it’s showtime baby!

Wiggling your fingers in one of the servers directions, catching his attention before he enters the ballroom, stealing a glass of champagne from his tray.

“Enjoy your night, and I’ll try not to give you a reason to put in overtime” Flashing her a quick little wink, raising your glass in mock salute before swaying out of the lobby, your train eventually catching up seconds later, once you disappeared through the double doors.

You 6:57PM: Please tell me your here already!!?? 😩😩😩 I need...fuck anything stronger than liquor at the moment!

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Ahh fuck, here we go again...another opulent ballroom, filled with gilded ceilings, chandeliers, and an ever flowing fountain of Cellared champagne! Though this may seem impressive to some, it all just looked like an anticlimactic blur of black and white at this point! Literally, people didn't often venture into color at these types of things! Hint’s why your Couture leopard gown is already getting ample attention once you sway into the room! Well, that and that fact that the piece literally fits you like a damn vice grip

You were a woman on a mission, drink and annoyance in hand as you glide through the sea of people....Not even phased by the sudden shift of eyes as the room became entranced by your presence, swaying through the crowd like you own this bitch! Every move was calculated, this was far from your first rodeo though you paid them no mind, your very much aware of the host of flashing lights bouncing off the walls. Every click was equivalent to a dollar sign, depending on who the purchaser was, the right photo of a Y/L/N could earn a photographer a smooth 10k, yup...Ten. Thousand. Dollars!

Photoshoot aside, you had your eye out for a Kim, which shouldn’t be too hard to find, he’s not the smallest human in the world! Though tonight there were two “Kim’s” here that held ample amounts of power within the Big Apple!

Typically known by the media as: The Kims of New York….to be exact!

Nope, no relation, just the same last name… because in the words of the men in question the last names “Kim” and “Johnson” are essentially one in the same!

There’s the Kim Brothers (Jin and Tae...Actually a lil fact, one that’s not so comply known amongst the people...is there’s technically three brothers! However the eldest is deceased but that’s a story for another time )... and then there’s Namjoon Kim, your Kim, which is all you have the mental capacity for right now! Though I’m sure before the night’s over you’ll end up sandwiched between the Kim boys as well, it wouldn’t be a true charity gala otherwise.

But for the time being, it’s a hard pass, intentionally walking in the opposite direction so you didn’t tip off the press as the Kim’s in question seemed to be having a little press run of their own. Submerged between a mock of cameras as poised and polished as ever, volleying the reporters and tedious repetitive questions with seasoned ease. To the left was Jin, an ex editorial model, dressed in a black crushed velvet Gualtieri situation, slicked and polished, very much giving model on duty, and to his right, was the youngest, Tae. Who was the reason you posted the duo to begin with as he stood there with Smokey grey hair and some kaleidoscope of a Gucci suit. Something only Tae would wear….especially to a charity Gala! There father Joshua Kim, a fellow heir, who’s also decided to do some charity of his own considering he’s the current Mayor’s chief of staff! Oh more importantly Mr. Kim is also low key, Mayor Dortenzio’s ghost press secretary.

Yup, his real one’s shit behind closed doors! But, she’s young, cute, impressionable, and well I’m sure you can put two and two together. However, we will dive more into their backstory later because as I mentioned you will end up in their neck of the woods at some point and that’s far too much to unpack right now!

Regardless of your efforts , the eldest Kim still catches you in his peripheral, flashing you a charming little wink, whilst still pretending to be intrigued by the conversation at hand. Thankfully he spares your soul for the time being, not drawing attention to the fact that you're in close enough proximity to be dragged into their unwanted press conference as well.

Ahh Seokjin, the last time the two of you interacted in a way that wasn’t PR related was at Clive Davis Pre Grammy party! In which I’m pretty sure you ended up, high and on Jin’s face...Hmmm..good times, good times!

Though you managed to skim by the Kim’s, you still didin’t slip past completely unscaved. Not even a full 30 seconds, you’re tapped on the shoulder by someone who just..looks like her name should be “Susie from Tennessee”. Honestly your not sure how, or why she’s here to begin with, more than likely just someone's arm candy for the night, paid arm candy is more like it.

Yup, you guessed it, good ole Susie wanted a damn photo….No matter how bad you wanted to pull away, all you could hear ringing in the back of your head on a never ending cycle was : “Every smile, handshake, and huge could turn into a vote Yn”

God, that’s like embedded into your damn soul at this point! Then once you took one photo it just turned into the damn domino effect...Every, time you tried to leave, you were being ushered towards someone else’s rich something or another for a photo that you could give less than a fuck about! The floor was swimming with wealthy politicians, retired businessmen, athletes and reporters, oh the joys of being the senator's daughter…

A good two hours later, which in all actuality was only maybe 15 minutes (Yes, a bitch is dramatic as fuck), you managed to weasel yourself out of the crowd. Consuming at least another full glass of Cabernet in the process, only to be greeted by the feeling of your phone vibrating in your hand. Glancing down with a smirk, upon realizing your night might be picking up after all…

Joonie😏🗣🧠👓💦🍆: 7:25PM: Mmmhmm, come find me.

Joonie.

Namjoon Kim..

Your Kim.

The one you were actually looking for, prior to getting…. distracted!

Tall, tan, broad shoulders, husky tenor and the deepest dimples you’d ever seen in your life. The man in question also happens to be the son of the other half of the NY senate...so that alone probably explains why he’d be the person you’d gravitate to! His father and yours got into office together almost 5 years ago now...

His father, much like Joshua and your own, was also sitting on a 10 figure trust! Daniel’s family however made their Billions in the realm of Silicon Valley as opposed to Oil mines! Christine, Namjoon’s mother on the other hand, may not have come from money but she's definitely made a name for herself as she's one of the top (Luxury) Event planners in the Western market.

If I’m being honest, originally your friendship was somewhat forced, the initial election took place while the two of you were still in High School. The truth, though of course they’d never admit it is, is they intentionally angled their campaigns to benefit one another. Silently plotting to tag team the position and replace the previous senators who’s held a place in the NY Senate since damn near the 90’s. So, with that being said, your fathers campaign teams thought it would look good for their image if the two of you appeared to be good friends, though if we're being real you didn't think you’d click whatsoever! Prior to the election the only time Namjoon and yourself interacted was when it was orestrated...at some charity gala, fashion show, movie premier...never leisurely. The two of you just ran in different circles, though where the press was concerned, you're essentially besties from birth simply due to sharing the same tax bracket!

Let’s just say, you’ve always been a politician's nightmare, both in the public eye and behind closed doors, and well, Joon’s always looked the most like a politician's kid out of all of you!

Well, at least on surface level, even back then, whether attending debate club, a meeting or just leisurely in his spare time Joon just always looked like a walking Hugo Boss campaign! The two of you took a day trip to Napa last week and the man showed up to the airport in dress pants and loafers….

But, regardless of his desire to constantly dress like a well paid college professor...behind closed doors...that man was the farthest thing from innocent!

Namjoon’s overall “Scholar Student” Aesthetic is actually part of his overall appeal though and he's very much aware of it as well! See, the thing is, he totally looks like the sweet, innocent, brainiac that you’d meet for a study date in the library. The type that's shy and bashful, probably hasn’t even had his first kiss yet, would without a doubt come in his pants if you sat in his lap.

However, like I said, Joon’s the prime example of why you should never judge a book by it's cover. Actually, the more I think about it Kim is basically a walking Porn Hub cliché's, ya know the one, where the nerd is actually some sex god...yeah! Because don’t get me wrong, he is smart as fuck, a book nerd by choice, well versed and very cultured….but he’s also a closet fuck boy. It’s not public knowledge, but if you know, you know!

All that aside, he is one of the only people within your circle, somewhat following in their parents footsteps. This particular Kim is currently attending college at NYU double majoring in Journalism and Political Communication! If Namjoon had it his way, the preference would still be Journalism, however he’d lean more towards creative writing. But, for the time being he’ll probably slip into political; based Journalism, to keep his father at bay!

Nearsighted, Associates degree and all, that motherfuckers nothing but trouble, the good kind of course, depending on who you ask but ugh, yeah….

Joonie baby will break your back and your heart if you don’t play the game right!

Regardless of how you guys came together; fast forward a good 5 or so years and now Namjoon’s one of your closest friends! All politics, PR stunts, and bullshit aside!

Hint’s why in times like this where you feel like your in over your head and essentially drowning...he’s your safe space!

Which is exactly what you need right now, and fuck if it didin’t take every, once of self control you had not to just jump his ass the moment you finaly see him!

Fuck!

Standing there in all his glory, in a Valentino slim fit navy blue suit, the jacket appears to have some sort of paisley print, opting against a tie. Leaving his crisp white dress shirt slightly unbuttoned, teasing at his broad caramelized chest as he makes his way from the bar. Heading over to the table, which has an empty seat waiting right beside him with your name written all over it...literally!

Purposely dodging the old lady to your left in a coat that would have PETA ready to throw hands! Gaudy diamonds, terrible Botox, and smelled as if she showered in an entire bottle Chanel No. 5! She reached out for a handshake, you offered your empty champagne glass, sounds like a fair enough trade!

Yeah, no, sorry, not in the mood for another meet and greet right now!

“Joonie” Squeals from your lips once you’re in close enough proximity, his dark piercing eyes cut over to meet yours. A slight chill trickles down your spine as he casually drinks you in from head to toe as you sway closer. You’d be lying if you said the added attention didn’t have you putting a little extra “umph” within your strut. Basking in the attention, a playful smirk tugging on those sinfully thick lips of his, accompanied by those disrespectful ass dimples!

“There she is!” He sounds so fond right now it’s unreal, signaling for you to come closer with the flick of a finger, and you just let yourself melt...right into him. Namjoon always felt like home in these types of situations. Nose pressed to the side of your cheek, “Hi, baby”

Baby.

The word slipped out for the first time casually, maybe a year ago, while two of you were high at some models flat in London after fashion week . From that point on you decided you preferred the way that sounds leaving his tongue as opposed to “Y/n”! So when it’s just the two of you, that’s how he addresses you, honestly there wasn’t much thought behind the pet name.

“You look fuckin good” The words hushed into your hair in a tenor meant for your ears and your ears only, and suddenly everything just feels hot...everywhere. There’s clearly a hint of something a little more than just friendly playing on his tongue right now.

A small little “Thank you” leaves your lips, and if I didn't know any better I’d think the compliment made you a little flustered.

Namjoon was the definition of Ocean arm’s and goddamn if you didn't just love how big this man was! It literally felt like he was hiding you from the entire universe when he had you nuzzled into his frame! Face flush to his chest, wrapping your arms firm around his waist, letting your eyes flutter shut briefly, a deep, slow exhale flooded through your body. Inhaling the musky yet sweet scent of his cologne mixed with his natural aroma, which has grown to become a calming mechanism over the years. The whole interaction couldn't have lasted longer than 20 seconds in all actuality, due to neither of you wanting to draw even more attention to yourselves. But still, even if it was over before it even truly started, you just-you needed it!

“You had me worried for a minute…” Placing a quick kiss in your hair, that you would have missed if you blinked but again, your in public soo…”I was about to put out a PPL on your ass…”

Palms soothing up and down your back gently, as he breathed into your hair , pulling back a little so there was some form of personal space between the two of you. Reaching over to grab his glass of whiskey, swirling it around before taking a long languid sip, eyes scanning the room briefly.

“You’re late, even for you...especially considering all four of us were scheduled to walk in together.” He gives you a look and for fucks sake will anyone let that go?! “That’s ugh…. pretty fuckin ballsey of you all things considering...” Tenor dropping slightly, head clocked to the side as he appraises you and fuck, the bass in his voice still has you all types of fucked up! “You wanna fill me in on what I missed between 2AM when I dropped you off and now?”

Again why is everyone in your shit today?! What part of “your fine” don’t they understand?! Even if that’s total bullshit but still….why is it so hard for them to respect your bullshit!?

Nope, no, not, you’re not doing this right now! Glancing over your shoulder briefly before leaning up to place a kiss on the hinge of his jaw, that tittered the line of passing as an “friendly” greeting.

“I’m fine Jonnie it’s nothing, we just got held up in glam.., Ariel was flying in from Miami...we got a late start, I ended up changing my mind halfway through" Hand flailing in the air like a prop the more you spoke "Shit just didn't go to plan” Gaze intentionally diverted as you welcomed yourself to his glass of Scotch instead. Damn near inhaling the entire drink as we speak and you hated dark liquor, so that alone let him know something was up!

Merely resisting the urge to smooth out the crease he felt forming between his brows, a dry snort left his lips, shaking his head in response to your blatant stubbornness. Nevertheless, always the gentleman, reaching down to pull out your chair so you could take a seat next to him. Mirroring your actions just moments prior, quickly scoping out his surroundings before he brought those plush pillows he calls lips a centimeter away from your ear.

Fuck.

“Right, so I'm just going to assume you don’t wanna talk about it right now. Or wait I’m sorry, have you just upgraded to insulting my intelligence straight to my damn face?”

Brow quirked inquisitively, and you could literally feel every word, tone taking on a hint of seriousness the more he talked. Namjoon licked his lips and the tip skimmed the edge of your ear and - .

“For one you smell like an entire bottle of Heidsieck, two, I can almost taste the nicotine on your tongue and more importantly-” He sighs, voice taking on a softer tenor “You've been crying I know you, even beneath the the entire bottle of Bausch +Lomb you inhaled before walking in here. That shit clears up the color within your iris, not the disconsolate behind your eyes.... If you don’t want to talk right now that’s fine. But don’t fuckin sit in my face and disrespect what we’ve built by deadass lying to me.” Ohhh a slight growl has entered the chat “Like I’m some random ass journalist invading your space and asking you about your personal life all out of pocket. because I'm fuckin not. We got wayyy more than that between us, this ain't Sophomore year, were not smiling for the cameras then going our sperate ways !”

Pulling back just enough to glare down at you above the brim of his glasses, which he always wore low along his nonexistent bridge. Eyes daring you to look him in the face a lie again, teasing his fingers through his platinum blonde locks. Styled in the perfect semi grown out undercut, the top a little on the longer side. If he parted it down the middle your barely able to tell that the sides tapered into a crisp fade. Sideburns outlining that extremely understated jawline of his! Though you had to admit the yellow gold diamonds dawning his ears were kinda stealing the show right now!

“So again, do you just not wanna talk about it right now? Or have you forgotten that I have an IQ of 137, and can smell bullshit from here all the way to Gangnam!?” If the word “Unimpressed” was a person it would be Namjoon right about now...because he wasn’t buying anything you were trying to sell him!

It’s probably why your suddenly having very vivid daydreams of your hand wrapped around this man's windpipe and for once it’s not even remotely sexual!

Blatantly ignoring the strong twitch within Namjoon’s jaw and simply saying “I’m here, aren’t I!?” Face stoic, tone flat as all hell, in case it wasn’t clear that this conversation was more than over, you opted to eye his bourbon glazed salmon until he got the hint.

“You are-" Pause. Deep. Slow. Breaths...

"The actual definition of vexation, I swear to fuckin god Y/n”

Namjoon rolls his eyes, as the words fall from his lips without a lick of real heat behind them, because as quiet as it’s kept ,you truly are, Joon’s baby! Which is why he cares to begin with! Picking up a piece of fish on his fork before essentially shoving it into your hand, a disgruntled huff heaving those plush lips of his. Sliding his plate in your direction, completely giving up on eating at this point, he knew you needed it more anyway!

”Your lucky I can’t have your ass getting sick on me tonight, we still have like, 3 hours left of this bullshit.” Fingers pattering idly against the table, as he studies the room… silently taking in his audience. Subtlety posing for the not so discreet photographers weaving through the crowd. Much like yourself, he’s been doing this for far too long, most of Namjoon’s candid pictures were far from it in all actuality, using the lighting and his vast knowledge of his angles to his advantage as per usual!

Finally, you were starting to feel your mix of poisons hit your system so you knew you needed to even it out with a little substance. I mean yeah, you could have just ordered your own plate but meh, this was easier anyway!

The two of you settled into comfortable silence and Namjoon started busying himself on his phone while you ate, scrolling through a couple contacts until he landed on a contact labeled under “Kookie”.

“Right so, back to your little SOS that was apparently triggered by Your glam team running late” Eyes cutting in your direction, tone flat as all hell! There were air bunnies involved, tone as baran as can be and again you just really wanna choke his ass! Glaring over mid chew which he potently ignored. Brow tilted in a silent challenge, daring you to deny that you weren't in fact full of actual shit.

Lips curling into a menacing little smirk “Exactly-'' Your mouth popped open to respond though he quickly pipped back up to drown you out “So, anyway, what are you feelin tonight? He’s actually like, coming down the street, but he already has a couple options on him, mostly Physics.

Thank fuck he found someone, your usual connect wouldn’t be available until closer to midnight and God forbid you make it through a charity gala sober!

Speaking over a mouth full of salmon, sounding utterly exasperated! “Honestly, any fucking thing at this point…”

Namjoon hums thoughtfully, sucking on a Bourbon soaked Ice cube “He’ll be here in 10, I just went with Smartees…there easy, discrete, effective” Offering a nonchalant little shrug, as he welcomed himself to a piece of smoked asparagus.

Smartees

Candy

Vitamin -E

Molly...

Estcasy...it’s all one and the same, just depends on who you ask!

He leans back in, apparently keen on whispering tonight. “Maybe, if your a good girl and eat enough, we can split one before we leave...chill you out a little bit. '' He hums low, voice thick and heady, lips curling into a grin with a hint of something wicked playing on the ends, as his fingers idly ghost over your forearm. Giving it a light squeeze and regardless of how innocent the skin-ship may seem to the naked eye, you’re well aware of all the underlying innuendos behind it!

You make a noise of agreement, trying your damnedest to ignore the fire coursing through your veins at the pet name. Though before you could even dwell, Namjoon was sliding back in with another update, this one however wasn't as...arousing…to say the least!

“Oh, by the way…” Yeah this doesn't sound good “Fox 5’s been waiting for you to get here, I did a little something on my own earlier but they want a joint interview, same shit as last year. It’s up to you, we can do it before or after the speech, I’m down for whatever you want...” Waving his hand lackadaisically, idly twirling the various pieces of Bvlgari around his fingers, seemingly un-phased.

The fucking- you completely forgot about that, and your so not in the mood for a speech...not even close! Not to mention you totally forgot to even write one so that’s cute, we love that!

“Of -fuckin- course they do!” Stabbing your mashed potatoes in a way that's... somewhat concerning…

“Baby.” It was a warning, though his voice sat barley above a whisper, his tone was crystal! Eyes cutting in your direction briefly before dropping back down to his phone….

You didn't have it in you to argue, there’s no way around this anyway, fuck it! “What -the-fuck-ever!” Sliding the half empty plate aside.

The huff that leaves Namjoon’s chest this time around is a lot softer, lacking all the previous attitude and sarcasm, as it’s fully setting in that something a little deeper goin on tonight. Dipping his head a little, a wiry sigh leaving his lips ““Y/n, what’s wrong?” He’s a second away from begging at this point, tension spreading along his face, drawing a firm crease between his brows.

Eyeing you intently as you just shake your head, stubbornly, eyes locked on absolutely nothing, you can’t look at him directly right now because you know you’ll fall apart. Chewing absently at your inner cheek, your foots pattering alarmingly hard under the table, almost as if your too high strung to even stay still.

A hand slides beneath the table with zero hesitation, regardless of the quick glance over his shoulder the subtle gesture was a little risky in such a public vicinity. Though, you were more than worth every possible penalty!! Namjoons palm is warm, strong, grounding, as he takes an almost possessive hold on your thigh. Stifling your anxious patters. “Y-”

“I just wanna get it outta the way” When your eyes cut over to him it becomes alarmingly clear that your trying your damnedest not to lose your shit. “All of this" Hands gesturing wildly to the rest of the ballroom "Is just fuckin suffocating me tonight-” Words coming out clipped over a staggered breath and Namjoon’s face completely crumbles, because again...this is your world, it's techionlly all you know! It takes a lot to break you....sooooo..... ”And I’m not in the mood to have a fuckin mic shoved down my throat. So, with that being said let’s just get it the fuck out of the way so I can stay as lowkey as possible until it’s socially acceptable for me to fuckin leave!”

You were a second away from spiraling and at this point Namjoons seen enough to know he had to take control! The man before you can read you like the back of his palm at this point, and he instinctively grows very...protective over the press being in your face whilst your in such a state. Which is essentially a news headline waiting to happen if I’m honest, you're just far too temperamental for a press run right now! They’d have a field day with this version of Yn/Ln and that’s exactly why he’s not even going to give them the opportunity!

A displeased noise leaves Namjoons chest as he runs his fingers through his hair, rolling up his sleeve to glance down at his white gold AP. Silently working out exactly how much time you realistically have before this godforsaken speech! Seamlessly beckoning one of your guards from the far left of the room without breaking eye contact, it’s second nature at this point. There’s always someone at 10 & 2, when you’re born into a family that's sitting in the top 20% of Forbes...security becomes second nature!

Before you could even make heads or tails of the situation, Matt, and Alstein were standing in front of your table! Jaw tight, eyes locked and loaded, attentive, ready to whatever the fuck either of you needed. Barricading themselves around you so Namjoon didn't have to elevate his voice too much in the process.

“Get her out of here, as subtle as possible, no press, I don’t give a fuck if it’s TMZ, or CNN she’s no-”

“Joon!” Eyes wide, lips parted, slight shock at the way he’s just taking control right now, without giving you a say edgewise and he could give less than a damn. Namjoon’s not even looking in your direction, eyes trained on the men in front who are starting back with the same amount of intensity. Taking the young heirs orders very seriously, regardless of your half assed protest.

“I’m sure there’s some area of the hotel that’s not being used tonight, that’s also close enough that it won’t draw attention…”

“Nam-”

“Baby…” Fuck, well now he’s looking straight through you, there's so much emotion dancing within his iris, that if there’s a camera in at least a 10 foot radios….they could easily see there’s a little more than just friendship at play here. “Stop, and listen to me, you need a second, and I can’t give you what you need here!” I’m not sure how he was intending for that to come out but yes, your thighs are humming, and your minds racing , because fuck. What do you really need?!

“I’ll text you once he gets here, and you can tell me where to come find you” Namjoons speaking deliberately slow, voice sitting at an octave that’s almost nonexistent.

However all the smoke n mirrors aside...you knew he was right! You weren't in the right headspace for any part of this, however you also knew it would raise speculation if you weren't in constant eye sight. For one you haven't even interacted with your father once tonight as is, tossing your fork back against the plate, huffing out a strained breath, as you rake your fingers through your hair.

“But I can’t just-”

“You can and you will.” It's no longer a request,

“Go” And there’s also no reason a two letter word should sound that damn good!

“We Have a PR team for a reason yeah? Melissa and Justin make damn good money...more than enough for them to pull something out of their asses at any given time if need be.” Pushing your plate to the middle of the table, standing behind you to slide your chair out, stepping to the side, with his hand extending in your direction “Go..” Flicking his head towards the exit, dropping his voice to tenor that almost indicates he’s telling you a secret “Get yourself together, and I’ll come find you once I have something to put you in a better mood okay?”

You didn’t physically respond but your eyes said it all, as the distress slowly melted into relief and Namjoon couldn’t help the pleased smile from slowly creeping up his face if he wanted to! Regardless of how out of place it feels in the moment.

Flicking his head towards the exit one more time...”Go..I got this...” Gaze shifting over to the two men dressed in black ,tone hardening “Get her somewhere...and let me know once she’s good…”

“Yes sir” The command came in unison as they bowed out, waiting for you to step forward so they could accompany you to the exit as subtly as possible. Thankfully at these types of events, with so much wealth, status, power in one room, having security on you like a vice grip at all times isn't the most outlandish concept. So hopefully your exit would go unscaved…..

Also, by this he means the room, which Namjoon’s going to have to maneuver for the time being without you, because if there isn't at least one senator's kid schmoozing the press then yes, it will draw ample attention to your lack of presence. Yeah, it will be tedious and annoying but it’s the type of shit you do for one another.

~~~~~~~

Not even 20 minutes later Namjoon finds himself in the far East Wing of the Chatwal, headed towards one of the many conference rooms within the historic hotel. One of your guards seamlessly slid Namjoon a key card as he exited the ballroom, counteracting any need for him to stroll past the front desk and make a scene…..

So, with that being said….this is how he finds you…..

Lying on top of the oversized Cherrywood table, your obnoxiously long train sprawled out around you! A cigarette perched between your overly glossed lips, puffing a cloud of smoke into the air! Clearly you’ve forgotten it’s not 2007 and you can’t technically do that anymore....

However, you are, Yn/Ln and The Big Apple is literally and figuratively your playgrounds! So there isn’t much you truly can’t do if you want to be real about it!

That’s actually probably more of a curse than a flex if you truly think about it…But will dissect that out a later date or more than likely it’ll dissect itself! 

“It’s like that huh?” You can already hear the smirk within his voice, without even looking...

Slowly rolling over to all fours, back automatically dropping into a nasty arch! This is all calculated even if you honestly aren’t thinking about it you know what you’re doing! The sight alone has Namjoon's dick twitching against the plush velvet on command. The bud of the cigarette wedged between your lips as you crawl forward, a light sway playing on your hips. Not stopping into you reach the edge of the table, dropping down to your elbows, plucking the tail from your lips. Gaze heavy as you blow a cloud of smoke in his direction.

“Depends....”The words purr off your lips as you gaze up at him under your full set of lashes...

“On?” Brow quirked in feigned innocence, head resting against the oversized mahogany door as he appraised you through hooded lids.

“If you brought me what I need or not..” Your looking up at Namjoon like a cat ready to pounce on its prey..

It’s the everything, for Namjoon honestly, kicking himself off the door, dropping his glasses into his pocket before wedging one hand inside, lips curved into a wolfish grin. Brow still tilted in your direction as he stalks towards you like he owned the place! Namjoons always carried himself with an air of confidence that was unmatched. As if he’s already found his place within the world, and he didn’t need gratification from anyone else to confirm it. People often mistakenly correlate money and social status with confidence! Little do they know that’s typically far from the truth, more people are faking it more than you think! Mr. Kim on the other hand, yeah he had his baggage but he knew who the fuck he was and more importantly the affect he had on others! So, he carried himself accordingly!

“We got aboutttt…” Glancing down at his watch briefly “30 minutes before they’ll start hunting us down..” Tongue coming out to wet his lips as he sinks down in front of you. Ghosting his thumb over the hinge of your jaw, reaching into his inner pocket with his opposite hand pulling out a tiny half bitten powder blue pill…

”First off, Have I ever not had exactly what you need?” Voice melting into a tenor that damn near has your thighs humming, and your eyes hitting the back of your head. Teasing the tablet between his fingers before placing it right on the tip of his tongue and your eyes light up like a kid on Christmas! Gripping his jaw, to pull him closer, so you can lick the psychoactive right off! Eyes locked, teasing the tip of his tongue between your lips before sucking both it and the pill into your mouth.

Namjoon moans deep and breathy, a dazed smile playing on his lips as his hand instantly takes an almost possessive hold on the back of your neck to keep you locked in place. Nipping your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulls away just enough to speak “Swallow like a good girl…” He already sounds hoarse, breath heavy and baited with pure need...eyes sharp as they shift, and drop half lidded.

Never one to disappoint, slowly letting your tongue roll from your mouth, showing you've done as instructed. Nudging your head slightly, knocking his thumb from your jaw, into your mouth. Sucking on the digit absently , taking it all the way down until your tongues teasing around the rim of the Chopard band.

Eyeing him with mock innocence ripping a clipped hiss from Namjoons throat along with a low string of moans falling from his lips…”Fuck…” It’s the way he actually sounds proud...lust clouding every orifice within his mind. “There you go, baby just needs somethin in her mouth yeah?” He literally looks like he wants to absolutely devour you and you'd let him! You’d let him do whatever the fuck he wanted!

Tentatively you pull back with an Obscene POP, eyes completely dazed. Smoothly switching gears, exchanging his thumb for your cigarette, and Namjoon gazes up at you with heavy, yet equally curious eyes as you take another so drag before stomping it out on the table! Intentionally holding the smoke within your lungs, a smirk tugging on Namjoon's lips as he leans in. Parting his mouth instantly, allowing you to slowly exhale into his lungs.

Welcoming the familiar burn into his chest and cloud his lungs before slipping his tongue right into your mouth, and you both melt into it. Namjoon’s kissing you like he’s been craving this, and you can’t get enough. It’s suddenly like you need him everywhere, just letting yourself feel like your drowning for a moment. The kiss it’s deep, slow, smooth yet filthy all at once. There’s no other way to describe it, mouths', lips, and tongues moving together effortlessly, as your entire body compresses against him.

You feel his palm leave your neck, teasing down your spine before taking a firm grip on your ass, large and leath palms, squeezed to the point where it almost hurts but you reveled in the feeling. Ripping a low gasp from your lips as he digs his nails into the fabric, kneading your cheek in his palm, nails clawing into the chiffon as if he’s trying to just rip you apart! Especially upon realizing your not wearing panties...Teasing his fingers along our lips through the thin chiffon of your dress.

Namjoon Moans right into your mouth, kissing you in a way that almost knocks the wind outta your chest it’s so deep “I should’ve fuckin known” Cupping your heat in his palm, squeezing until the tips of his fingers almost feel like they could just...slide in.

“Namjoon” Your blatantly whiney and you honestly could give less than a fuck, especially once he smirk's against your mouth in a way that lets you know he’s about to give you everything you need and then some.

“Shh, I got you” Kissing his way up the side of your neck, and along your jaw whilst shrugging his blazer off tossing it to the side like it wasn't 3k...taking your face between his palms as he shifts off his knees. Leaning back in with a little more fever this time, desperately working your mouth open, deep, wet and messy. Namjoon’s hands are everywhere yet it still feels like it’s far from enough, it’s becoming more teeth and tongue than anything with skill at this point but you could care less!

You’ve gotten him started and now he’s just on, you...

Namjoon braces his knees on the table as he pushes your frame backwards with a good amount of force actually, knocking you back on your elbows. Swiftly crawling on top of you until your caged beneath him, hooking a leg over his hip to hold him in place, instantly, shifting you against the desk with one deep, teasing roll of the hips! Moaning into your mouth, once he feels your spine start to bow, body arching into him, chasing after any and every thing you can get.

“We gotta be quick...and you gotta be quiet…” Lips painting a trail of messy open mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, lacing his lips back around your pulse point. Sucking just enough to make you squirm, he knows better than to leave marks whilst at an event! You half whined at the way he teased the vein, just scraping his teeth against your skin as opposed to biting! There’s suddenly wet heat coursing through your body from where Namjoon’s slowly trailing his tongue up the side of your neck! No doubt wanting you to imagine his tongues somewhere else entirely, as he waved it with far too much fineness against your skin.

Hand sliding down his stomach, not stopping until you reach the front of his pants, cupping his dick, curling our finger's inwards so your nails are just slightly piercing his length through the fabric...”Fuck me” Pouts off your tongue as more of statement than anything else.

Namjoon damn near growls against your lips, hips already starting to chase after your palm. “Fuck, I don’t- I don't have anything with me I didn’t plan on-”

‘I don’t care! Fuck me” Fingers frantically working his zipper open, forever thankful Namjoon often wears briefs, with fly strips. Slipping your hand inside and you damn near start salivating upon feeling how hard this man is, you can literally feel him pulsing against your palm. Swiping your thumb over the head, smearing the precum around the tip until his jaw goes slack, ripping another choked out moan from his throat.

“Just gotta be careful, as much as I’d love to let you come all over me…” The pressure within your palm fluctuates, tightening your grip as you start to actually stroke him, and Namjoon’s entire body shudders. Head tossed back, eyes rolling to back of his head, jaw taut, as he allows himself to get lost for a moment. “We can’t ruin this just yet..so I guess that means you get to fill me up tonight big boy” Namjoon can feel you smiling against the crook of his neck, twisting your wrist with even more vigor.

Slowly he shifts his focus back to you, eyes fluttering open in a way that appears as though it required immense effort! Gazing back at you, completely blown as he continues grinding into your palm, and sticks two fingers back into your mouth. Taking them knuckle deep with seasoned ease, while simultaneously getting him off with your hand!

Namjoon sucks in a sharp breath through his nose, trying to pull his shit together, as if he didn't do this to himself... “Mmm...Yeah?” Brow titled in your direction as he spreads our legs, plucking his fingers free and it’s intentionally messy spit sliding down your lips and over your chin as he drags them south. Teasing the slicked digits up your inner thigh, not stopping until they're dancing along your bikini line. “Just sounds like an excuse to me...” The tip of his middle fingers, ghost along your lips, and you don’t even try to stop yourself from bucking into his hand. Gazed looked in a half lidded haze, “We both know how much of a little cum slut you are, I don’t think you really give a fuck about this dress. Not like you couldn’t have another dropped off at the snap of your fingers.”

He whispers, breath warm, lips pressed flush to our ear, nipping the lobe between your teeth. “I think you just need your pussy filled. "A moan fills the air in unison at the admission, clearly you both wanted that "Or maybe you wanna feel my cum dripping down your thighs as you walk through the ballroom the rest of the night.”

“Mmm, So what if I do? ” You smirk up at him, biting down on your bottom lip, you're nothing but trouble and he fuckin loves it.

Always has....

He just hums, nonchalant as ever not really feeding into your games right now…

“You gonna give me what I wa-fuck” That smart ass little rebuttal you were working on dies right on the tip of your tongue.

Finally, fuck, Namjoon sinks into you, already starting out two fingers deep because he knows you don’t have the time to bullshit around. So if you wanna be a brat and you want it now, then you’re going to have to take it in stride! God, it feels, so right, it’s actually insane the way your body just knows him, how effortlessly it is for you to just let him in. The glide is smooth, as he works his fingers in and out of you, and fuck, are you ever so grateful for how long and thick his fingers are. Mirroring his cock to the tee, making the pressure build within the pit of your stomach embarrassingly quick!

“Yeah?” There's a shit-eating grin playing on those sinfully thick lips of his, he already sounds like he’s balls deep inside you and you’re too far gone to even be a smartass. Just huffing out moans and whimpers, spine arching off the table, as his hand moves in and out from between your thighs. Swiftly increasing his pace, reeling in the way you’re sucking him in, suctioning his fingers like a vise grip.

You take him so fuckin well and his skin feels like it’s on fire gaze locked as he watches you fall apart beanthe him. Moaning and wiggling your hips down to sink deeper, Namjoon pumps his finger languidly, reveling in the sight of his diamond encrusted digits appearing and disappearing between your lips. The arousingly filthy sound of your essence coating his fingers as your juices drizzle down your inner thighs.

Lids falling heavy as another deep breath shutters through your body “Godddd your fingers are s-so long,” Your already shaking, not sure where all the whininess came from, a slight stutter rolling off your tongue, grabbing Namjoon’s hair again.

A soft sigh paints the air “Such a pretty little pussy” Namjoon rests his head on your knee, kissing and sucking at your inner thigh, clearly aiming for straight sensory overload, with the way his tongues waving against your skin! Curling his fingers inwards, aiming for the rigid patch of nerves nestled between your walls. “Mmm, can’t wait to be inside you, feel how tight you are around my cock, it’s been a while baby you think you can still take me?”

Your drowning, in all things Namjoon Kim right now, so much so that you don’t even care to put up a front or play along, you just wanna get fucked! “Joon, baby fuck…” You whined, eyes squeezing shut, hips starting to slowly grind into his palm, meeting each and every thrust head one. Intentionally letting his hand smack against your clit every time.

The sounds bouncing off the panes of Wood paneled walls is absolutely obscene! It’s almost comparable to Namjoon's hands smacking against a puddle your so damn wet. Thank fuck there’s a whole ass party going on outside the double doors...and to top it off you look beyond sinful! A warm glow casts over your skin from the host of chandeliers above your head, you literally look like the most erotic piece of art and Namjoon’s in Heaven! Maybe hell actually, the way the train of your dress is cascading along the robust wood table, thighs spread, curls dusting your back, highlight catching every reflex above your head.

Goddamn!

“There you go, fuck yourself on my fingers, baby” You can feel his fingers caressing your walls, slowly prying them apart, reaching down to grab his wrist, forcing him to fuck into you harder and at that he slipped in a third finger. Fucking you open deep in hard until his wrist starts to burn and Namjoons panting as hard as you are.

“God” He chuckles lightly and he almost sounds dumbfounded. Shaking his head almost as if he can’t believe it, dropping his posture slightly, breath fanning over your clit. “Mmm with how needy you are tonight, you’d swear I’m the only one that knows how fuck you right.” There’s a clipped snort that leaves his throat at that ,once he feels the way you clench around his finger, the timbers dark, arrogant even… “Yea, sounds about right though….”Eyes locked and loaded as he lets his tongue slide out of his mouth.

You already know who he’s talking about...it’s a specific shot that’s been fired! You’re both cool with his younger brother but the eldest….that’s a completely different story, and it’s so fucked the way you’re getting off on this petty shit right now.

“The only one that can make you lose it with just a simple-“Namjoon lays his tongue right against the tip of your clit rolling it around the very edge, we’re all of your nerves lie and you damn near snap his neck between your thighs. The sudden sensation had your legs trying to close in around him, eyes squeezing shut jaw completely laxed for a second you forget we’re the fuck you are!

Bitch you’re loudddddddd!!

“Oh my go-Namjoon what the fu-” Before you have time to even process what’s happening part of Namjoon’s silk handkerchief is being teased at your bottom lip. It doesn’t even need further explanation. You take the hint and the idea alone has you fluttering around his finger. Reclining your jaw fully, accepting the makeshift gag, which is essentially a $300 piece of designer silk.

Namjoon moans, low, and guttural almost like he’s getting off on the sight alone and now he’s really goin in, lips laced around the bud. He’s never been shy with his pleasure, always down to let you know how much he enjoys this, and every sound leaving his lips, flutters through your veins. Sending vibrations straight to your core as he continues sucking on your clit mercilessly like it’s a straw and he hasn’t broken eye contact ...once. Those dragon eyes looking even more honed due to his current high setting in!

“Yeah,fuck yeah, you wanna scream for me baby?” You can feel him smirking against your heat, as he pulls his fingers free, swirling his tongue around the tip of your clit one more time before fully releasing you from his mouth. An obscene trail of spit dragging from his tongue in the process, using your own arousal to slick himself up

You’re giving Namjoon a look, right now, and you've done this far too many times, he knows exactly what you want as he smiles down at you, a hit of something dirty teasing on the ends as he removes the silk from your mouth. Leaning forward with pursed lips, aiming right down your throat, his aims a little off, getting a little on the corner of your mouth which he swiftly collects with the tip of his tongue before rolling that into your mouth as well.

A low moan starting on his tongue and ending on yours as he slides his dick against your lips teasingly, until he just lays right between them. Hard and pulsating against you. “Think you can stay quiet for me or do I need to gag you again?”

Your jaw starts to recline in leu of a verbal response, Namjoon makes a low, and surprisingly needy sound, as you reach out tangling your fingers in his hair. Tugging at his scalp until it burns, as if to say your growing impatient “God your so fuckin sexy, open up for me baby”.

Grabbing the makeshift gag back between your swollen lips “Tell me if you need me to-stop-“

Reaching between your thighs laying your hand over his, done with the bullshit at this point. Placing Namjoon right where you want him, tip teasing at your entrance. You go to removing your hand and he grips your wrist “Nah, don’t stop..” Eyes locked, ice blonde locks falling into his face, skin already creating a slight sheen between his brows.

Keeping still, and allowing you to set the pace as you start to push against him. “That’s it“ He murmurs, bushing his fingers along your clit, the added sensation helping you ease him in. “Guide me in, take what you need baby” There’s a slight smirk playing on his lips, as he dimples down at you.

It's a lot, he's a lot, as the pressure builds within your core as your body tries to accommodate the stretch. There’s suddenly a fist, hitting the door so faint rumbling under all the commotion, and music from the party that you almost missed it! Your eyes meet instantly, both silently agreeing to just ya know...ignore it! Not even, a full 30 seconds later...your phone starts vibrating against the table....

You already knew who it was, hint's why you weren't phased! Your guards made it very clear that no one was to know where you were when they got the key from the hotel manager. More importantly they noted you needed solitude and privacy to go over tonight’s speech. With that being said there’s only 3 people who would have the balls to come and knock on this door.

So you don’t stop, and Namjoon's a second away from losing his shit, gnawing on his bottom lip to muffle the deep moan building in his chest. It’s a slow penetrating pace letting yourself clinch and release as you push in deeper. Joon’s a big boy, and if he didn’t know any better he’d think you were trying to Suffocate him! Yet he still Instinctively rocks forward, helping you breach through, chasing after the pleasure with such intensity it was almost dizzying! At this point you aren’t sure if you’re running towards or away from him as your spine starts to bow.

Blunt nails digging into your thighs. “God, baby-fuckkkk” Head dropping to the crook of your neck a second away from drooling, panting out hot and heavy the deeper he goes. A chill coursing down his spine at the way your body just slowly starts morphing around him...“Baby” He’s whining and you’re reeling in the sound, thighs clamped around his back no matter how hard they’re shaking. Forcing him to slide all the way home until he’s finally bottomed out, and then he stills. Pelvis flush against your stomach as the tip of your stiletto grazes Namjoons shoulders.

You try shifting your hips downward until Joon's hand stills your hips.

“ You already, k-know...she’s not going to stop until we answer her, let’s just-”

There’s a slight growl that works from your throat, and that’s his breaking point reaching forward to snatch the handkerchief out of your mouth before gripping the hinge of your jaw between his fingers!

‘Hey, hey...stop..” A soft shushing noise that leaves his lips “Talk to me, what the fuck’s got you so pissed off that-”

There’s a clipped little chuckle that leaves your throat and it’s nothing short of bitter. Nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to break skin but he didn’t care. Namjoon still wasn’t giving up…

Is grip tightens ever so slightly around the hinge of your jaw, Head cocked to the side very similar to a confused puppy “Aye, i’m not bullshitting right now I need to know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours before I-“

 “I walked in on my dad, and some fuckin Jung and Associates intern this morning.” It’s actually scary the way every once of emotion drained out of your voice when you said that rivaling robotic actually! “Fun fact: The only reason I was coming to see him in the first place was to inform him that my grandmother probably won’t even make it through the week and we should book a flight to go be with my mom!”

Oh

Namjoon’s Eyes fall almost comically wide at that, honestly they almost look stuck, until they finally flutter shut briefly...a sharp breath shuttering through his body. Processing the words you just let fall from your mouth letting them settle on his tongue a little because what the actual fuck!

“So yeah, I could give you a million fuckin reasons why I came here tonight feenin for a distraction and could give less than a fuck about doing anything that actually directly involves senator YLN!”

The silence that fell over the room, though short, was painfully oppressive! What's crazy is for the average pair a little outburst like that would've killed the entire mood. However unfortunately, or I guess fortunately for you...this type of shit is more common than a Chanel Boy bag at brunch. Namjoon's not even phased, I mean granted he's heartbroken for you because he cares more than he'll probably ever admit...but he's not completely thrown for a loop as one would and should be in this moment. But hey...again...welcome to the world of Yn/Ln and Namjoon Kim, nothings even remotely normal around here!

There’s a shaky exhale that ruptures through your body, eyes rapidly diverting away from his. Fluttering up at the ceiling and if he didn’t know any better he’d think you were blinking back tears. Your heart is hammering painfully hard against your rib cage right now and you have a sudden urge to completely hide your face in the crook of his neck. Feeling far too open ironically enough, more so because now you’re feeling vulnerable, which is an emotion you’re not too fond of. However the man on top of you knows you better than you’d like to acknowledge, it’s instantaneous the way his gaze softened! Forehead dropping against your own, exhaling a deep slow breath almost as if he’s re-centering himself.

Namjoon can feel your entire body start to tense, prying a sharp hiss slipped past his swollen lips at the sudden tension wrapped around his shaft!

“Breathe” he murmured quietly ironically enough out of breath his damn self! “You need me to pull-“ Though you still wouldn’t look at him, the curt nod that cut him off mid sentence made your stance on the matter very clear!

Flicking his tongue against his index and middle finger before continuing his mensations between your thighs. Obviously the gesture is sexual but the overall goal isn’t to get you off right now, just to subconsciously get you to open up a little so your body will relax around him again. Soft counterclockwise motions....light enough to almost count as teasing if the air was different t! “Breathe, baby, hey, look at me ...”

You let out another shaky breath, eyes shut, hips shifting slightly to try to almost rock against his fingers. “Namjoon I don't-“

“Want to deal with my pretentious, obnoxious face, you just want to get fucked, pretty baby I know . But I’m not doing anything until you calm down, and look at me...”

You do or at least you try, the pout more than evident on your lips even as his palm smooths up your hip. Squeezing hard enough to send a chill trickling up your spine, lashes fluttering , leaning into the warmth beneath his palm. "There's my girl" He known exactly what he's doing, the touch his grounding, possessive even.... as if to remind you that no matter how gone you feel He’s here. Right. Here.

“ Now look me in the eyes and tell me again what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

This wasn’t and ego thing and you know it, you’re minds a cluster fuck and Namjoon's currently acting as a secondary drug right now! He’s the last person to judge, lord knows you've been his vice more times that either of you can count. However while you’re in such a state he needs you to look him in the eyes and tell him what you want!

You blinked once, slowly, before you swallowed, nodding as you met his gaze head on! “Joon, I want-” you started trying to keep your voice somewhat controlled “I need, you to fuck me. I promise will talk later but right now I just need-fuck- Pleas-“

Namjoon hummed quietly, leaning down and pressed a kiss to your mouth slowly sliding his tongue between your lips massaging the muscle against his own. Realistically you don't have time for this kinda shit, but it is what it is..... He needs to shift the mood back a little, granted Joon's still hard as fuck and you're still flowing like an ocean...but mentally he needs to bring you down...just a little bit....

A tiny noise ruptured in your throat somewhere between a moan and a gasp, warping your arms around his neck. Clinging to the man above you as if he was everything you needed and then some! I know you said you just needed a distraction, and yeah the sex is A1... but moments like these make it very hard not to wonder if this goes more than just the two of you being fuck buddies!

Namjoon kissed you again, then nudged your head to the side, pressing his mouth to the crook of neck. “Mmm, yeah, relax for me baby I got you....” he murmured softly. “Yeah, yeah...that’s my good girl...” Namjoon breathed quietly, licking a stripe up your neck, sucking absently at the spot right being your ear as he gave an experimental thrust. Slow, somewhat shallow, testing the waters a little as he circles his hips against your own. The soft almost pliant whimper that muffles into his bleached locks was all the approval he needed.

Your phone started buzzing again only this time…

“ How much ti-I don’t give a single fuck. Stop. Who’s up now? Park? Yeah? Great, so will see you in ten.” I don’t even think Namjoon gave Melissa time to get in a word edgewise before he threw your phone against the table hard enough to almost shatter the device.

I doubt that was meant to be as sexy as it was but…...

“Alright...." It's almost scary the way his entire aura changes once his focus shifts back to you. Tone softening eyes growing even darker , but this time for a completely different reason than seconds prior...

"Now. Wrap your legs back around my back...tight, and put that fuckin handkerchief back in your mouth.”

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SO yeah, lol that's all she wrote, if this get's enough love I'll edit part 2! It picks off where this left off, so we do see the rest of the gala, there's a after party situation in which we get to meet Jin and Tae a little more as well!

Hint, the other Vauss boy is a BTS member, both boys were adopted so they have hyphenated last names! Meaning Kookie would be Jungkook Jeon -Vauss...sooo who do you think his brother is? AKA the one Joon knows the OC is obviously fucking on the side as well?

There's also numerous plots and storylines that flutter though this...OT7 will all have intertwining roles. It was outlined to have a lot of drama, secret's, sex, boujee fun, and scandals lol! But the smut is only going 3/4 members deep....

There's the possibility of 2 of the boys being Bi, one of them would be Joon! I also played with the idea of just doing little one off one shots as well with the members once the universe was a little more established...but yeah lemme know what you guys think! Come talk to me, I'll be a lil active this weekend!

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The room was dimly lit and smelled of wet wood; Y/N didn’t need to open her eyes to realize where she was,

“I did tell your brother not to jostle you too much, but it seems he didn’t listen.” Her mother’s voice wound its way towards her ears, and Y/N nearly flinched at the shrill sound. She said nothing, opting to stare at the woman lounging in the creaking chair, “Come now, Y/N, you can’t be mad at me for this.” She blinked, “Your father and I are saving you from eternal damnation, don’t you see?” The woman’s smile was slightly too wide, as if she were another being who didn’t understand how humans interacted with one another.

“October 31st.” Her mother tilted her head slightly, “You said I had until then.” Y/N couldn’t help but grow angry, and felt her eyes watering in frustration, “Why did you take me early?” 

“Well, you’re carrying that monster inside of you for one.” Her mother stood and moved towards Y/N, reaching to caress the side of her face. Y/N moved away from her outstretched hand, “It’s best to remove that thing before it corrupts you completely; you can still be saved, my daughter.”

“What else? How else am I damned?” Her mother stilled at her words, smile twitching downwards slightly, before resuming her motions; the woman acted as if she were a life-sized marionette doll, as if someone else was pulling the strings,

“Not damned, never damned. Just...” she struggled to find the right words, “lost.” Y/N didn’t respond, staring at the other woman in the room with a deadpan she knew Yoongi would be proud of. Her mother sighed, “We won’t bar you from the house, but you are not allowed to leave under any circumstances.” She made he way towards the door, adding as an afterthought, “at least, not until we take care of the pests.” She turned in the doorway, one hand on the knob as if she had just come up to check if Y/N had her homework done, “There will be dinner downstairs if you’re hungry.” The door closed with a soft click. Y/N stared at it for another moment before she reached back and launched a pillow at the old wood. It felt as if she were a child again. 

Y/N pushed the palms of her hands into her eyes, but tears made their way past her poorly constructed dam regardless. She was tired, had been kidnapped, and was now being treated like a child who didn’t know what was good for her; it hurt. Y/N couldn’t help the onslaught of thoughts that appeared among the creaking wood and her own cries.

She would never see Jin and Bin again, would never get to hear Namjoon and Seokjin arguing about napkin formations, or listen to Jungkook’s random facts and Taehyung’s constant questions, would never get to have Jimin curl up on top of her book while reading or have Yoongi slide her a drink and pretend he didn’t, and Y/N would never see hoseok again knowing that their last words had been an argument. 

It hurt and Y/N didn’t know what to do. She cried in hopes that the god her parents so fervently believed in would hear her.

Odd-Eyes and Oddities || Hoseok x Reader Part Thirty Eight (Missing)

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.” ― Roald Dahl

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⫸ to be read: JIN

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Mr Jinnie + first date jitters (the man is confident but with the right person he'll be a nervous wreck)

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genre: angst, smut, exes to lovers au | summary: you two broke up on good terms. even seeing each other on your friends’ yearly end-of-november trip was never awkward. so why did this trip feel so different? and why does it feel like the end of something that wasn’t even there in the first place?

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nee naw

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8 besties fall in love. inspired by the untitled one shots by nsfwtaegis

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Love And Lies | 3

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x F!Reader

Summary: You are a simple maid. When your lady and dearest friend need help escaping an arranged marriage with King Seokjin so they might be together, you do the only thing you can - take her place. 

You followed behind the man who introduced himself as Chancellor Namjoon Kim, listening to him halfheartedly as he explained that while that was his official title, he was more of a Jack-of-all-trades and preferred calling himself the King's right-hand man.

You smooth your hands down your gown, hoping it was grand enough to disguise the commoner wearing it. You’d changed for supper, something that Eleanor had told you was common for people at court. According to her, depending on the person they might even change outfits as many as three or four times a day! The nobility were a ridiculous bunch, you sniffed derisively to yourself. You couldn’t help but feel sorry for the maids that had to care for all that clothing and the laundresses that cleaned them. Two times a day - not counting your sleeping gown - was extravagant enough for the likes of you.

The ensemble that you had now made you feel like a fairy princess of legend. You were a shimmering cloud of pink and white as you glided along the stone floors. The dress was pink velvet lined with white silk, along with white ermine fur on the edges of the sleeves and bottom of the gown. The bust was embroidered with silver thread and decorated with glistening pearls. You were also very happy to note that the top was much more modest this time around, though not by much. Eleanor had let you pick the jewelry yourself, so you’d settled on a simple strand of pearls around your neck and tiny pearl earbobs. Your hair was left loose and free of any painful and tedious styling with the hot iron.

Truthfully, you rather liked this dress. The fabric was soft to the touch and very comfortable. You even liked the little slippers that matched. When you asked Eleanor why she was letting you wear something like this, she had told you that your previous ensemble had been to impress the King, and this one was to appeal to the man. It was an odd statement considering that your goal was to not appeal to him, and she’d seem rather conflicted saying such a thing. You wished you’d had the time to question her further, but the Chancellor had shown up before you could.

In the end, it wouldn’t matter if you looked rather pretty in your outfit because you knew that eventually, he’d move on to the other women. You had literally nothing of interest about you to keep royalty interested. After all, what could you speak to him about beyond stain removal techniques and how to haggle for the best prices at the market?

Chancellor Namjoon opens a door and ushers you inside, seeming to not notice or mind that you hadn’t even been listening to him talk this entire time.

“His Majesty will be with you in a moment.”

He nods and leaves briskly, closing the door behind him. You take the chance to look around, your mouth falling in awe as you take in the rows and rows of scrolls. So this was a library! You had heard of such things but had simply chalked it up to the fancies of nobles, but this was truly amazing. Beyond the scrolls, there were even parchment tied together filled with writing and little sketches. A few were even covered in decorated leather, something that boggled your mind. Books! You had never thought to see one in your life.

You adored the family you worked for, of course, but not a single one of them had any use for reading and writing. Eleanor could write a little, mostly her name and a list of things she needed that looked like badly designed inkblots. Jungkook was a little better but mostly relied on drawing things out. You remembered the departed Duchess had a slanting script that was like beautiful art to your young eyes. She’d taught you how to read and write before she’d passed, but you rarely got a chance to use that knowledge. You never had anyone to write to and the Duke saw no use for books.

Your hand trailed reverently across the hard leather of one of the bound pages, wishing you had the freedom to peer inside.

“Do you like to read?”

The voice startled you, and you gasped and turned with your hand on your chest.

“Goodness. I’m...sorry, Your Majesty.”

His smile was kind, but his eyes looked like he was laughing at you. “It’s quite alright. So, do you?”

“Hmm?” You hummed softly, distracted by the way his now silver tunic made him glow like an otherworldly being. “Oh, read?” You smile sheepishly, forcing yourself to focus on the conversation and not on his lips. “I don’t get to very often, but I like stories.”

He seemed pleased with your answer, gesturing towards the book. “We got this one from a visiting Monarch years ago. Livres des merveilles du monde. It’s about a merchant named Marco Polo who was an adventurer for a while and traveled through the Orient. I was certain I was going to grow up and conquer the world someday when I first read this.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Ah, the bane of my existence. Responsibilities,” he says dramatically, obviously trying to make you smile. “You may borrow it if you like. I’m not certain if it will be riveting enough for you, but you’re welcome to it. Or anything else here, during your stay.”

He picked up the book and handed it to you, his grin growing as he watched you cup it in your hands and stare at it in awe. A whole book!

You smile up at him genuinely for the first time, your smile wide and beaming with joy. “Thank you, Your Majesty. I’m not certain I’ll have time to finish it since I read so very slowly, but I thank you for the chance.”

He nods, his cheeks pinkened slightly. He gestures with a hand towards a table in the corner.

“I have some warm wine and honey pastries if you’d like to join me. I thought we might have a chance to get to know each other a little more before we have the pressure of an entire room watching our every move.”

“Oh...yes, that will be...tense” you gulp and sit as gracefully as you can in the highbacked wooden chair.

His smile is soft and kind as he pours you a drink. “I suppose despite your status you’re not quite used to court life. Your father mentioned you preferred staying home.”

“Yes,” you stuttered nervously. “I found I was more comfortable tutoring at home rather than being fostered out. I’m afraid the one time I tried, I found the group of ladies rather spiteful and begged Papa to come home after only three months.”

Which was a true story. Eleanor had been sent to the Duchesse Aline Villeneuve - the King’s very own aunt - to learn how to run a keep and other “women’s arts” not long after her mother had passed away from a sudden illness. According to Eleanor, she had been horribly bullied by the other ladies in the Duchesse’s care and she “hadn’t cared to make friends with such vain and heartless wenches, anyhow.”

Personally, you had rather fond memories of that summer, as with Eleanor away you’d had the freedom to do as you pleased and you’d even made a new friend for a few months - a village boy with the most annoying laugh you’d ever heard but had been sweet and fun. The two of you had been inseparable for the entire summer until one day he didn’t show up to the stream you often met at. You still thought of that boy from time to time and hoped he was doing well. You never did learn where he disappeared to.

King Seokjin nods in understanding. “Unfortunately, it’s not going to be much better here. Gossip is practically a form of currency, and whether it’s true or not doesn’t matter,” he rolls his eyes and sits back in his chair, bringing up a mug of steaming spiced wine to his lips. He gulps and sighs, setting the cup back on the table.

“And in your case, it will be twice as bad as you are...well…” he coughs lightly, his cheeks blushing once more. “A high contender to be Queen?”

You sputter on the drink of wine you’d just taken, trying to hastily wipe any spilled droplets before he sees them.

“Yes...err, I am...that.”

“So,” he says loudly, slapping his hands onto his thighs. “I mostly wanted to set aside some time right now so you can tell me things you like to do. I’m afraid I have to live my entire life by a set schedule, so if I had some ideas for my courting days with you that would help greatly.” “Oh,” you smile mischievously, “Yes, I imagine it must be difficult trying to balance so many suitors. Romantic sailing on Monday, serenading on Tuesday, kissing in a dark alcove on Wednesday...”

“You have no idea, “ he groans, only to still and gape at you in astonishment. “You’re making fun of me!”

“I would never, Your Majesty,” you drop your eyes to your lap, still smiling despite the way you were internally smacking yourself. This wasn’t home, you had to curb your tongue.

He squints at you suspiciously. “I have a feeling you would and will. You have some spirit hiding under that demure stance, don’t you Lady Eleanor?” He cocks his head and looks at you with an expression of pleased wonder.

“Perhaps, Your Majesty.”

“I think,” he begins softly, his tone making you lift your eyes to meet his. “In private settings like this, you may use my first name.”

Your eyes widen incredulously. “Oh, I couldn’t!”

“I can order you to if I must,” his smile is playful, even while his eyes are staring at you intensely.

“I...alright. Thank you...Seokjin,” you respond quietly and no doubt with crimson cheeks.

“There. That wasn’t so hard. And...I liked hearing it.”

He stands up and offers you his hand. “It’s time to head to supper. I can escort you as far as to the hall, but I have to go to the high table without anyone seeing you with me. Don’t want them to see you entering the dining hall on the King’s arm; that would make you a target for the harpies,” he winks, linking your arm in his. “You can send a list of activities we can do together later.”

The walk down the hall is too short, but you’d enjoyed the feeling of his strong arm encasing yours and the occasional sneaky peeks of his beautiful side profile. He releases you as soon as the noisy dining hall is close enough to hear.

“I must leave you here, but I look forward to speaking with you on the morrow. I’ll have someone bring the book to your room tonight.”

“Thank you, Your M…” you begin, only for him to raise an eyebrow at you daringly. You glance around you for eavesdropping servants and sigh. “Thank you, Seokjin.”

His beaming smile is worth your embarrassment. “Well done, lambkin. Be sure to try the custard tarts, they are the best!”

He waves and strides off, leaving you to find the waiting Jungkook and be escorted to your seat. Something pricked at the back of your mind, however. Lambkin? Why did that seem so familiar? Perhaps you were just overwhelmed. You shake your head and focus on the elegant supper in front of you as you find Jungkook waiting just inside the door, and he gestures for you to walk ahead of him. You can tell from the way his jaw is clenched he’s dying to ask you about the meeting, but there is no way to subtly speak to him at the moment.

The dining hall was brimming with people and you praised Eleanor for being the sort of noble who kept to herself, since the chances of anyone knowing her here were incredibly low. Your seat is incredibly close to the high table - in fact, it was directly above you. A few more steps to your right and His Majesty would be getting crumbs and wine on your head.

You’re not brave enough to look at him yet, though, and decide to look around for your “competition.”

Your table seems to be where they are all located, judging by the way most of the women gathered around you meet your curious gaze with measuring looks of their own. Most of them turn away after a few seconds, obviously dismissing you as not a threat.

One girl that looks similar to Eleanor all the way down to her bouncing curls grins at you playfully and waves at you with the chicken leg in her hand. You nod in answer, adding a slight smile as you decided she seemed nice enough.

A regal brunette meets your eyes with a quirk of her eyebrow, blatantly looking you up and down. Her lips thin and she pointedly turns away with a sneer, clutching her silverware almost threateningly. Alright, she will not be someone you want to know.

Directly across from you is a redhead and you snort, coming to the realization that His Majesty literally has every color of the rainbow to pick from for his bride. Variety is the spice of life, you suppose. This woman seems very disinterested in everything around her, however, focusing on her meal and only interacting with servants to refill her goblet.

At the head of the table and directly at your elbow is the one that you can only assume is the Princess. She is incredibly pretty, you have to admit. Her dark black hair is mostly loose and cascading about her in waves. The sides have been pulled back and secured with a large golden hairpin the size of a dagger with little jeweled flowers adorning it. Her dress is strange yet beautiful. Silk or satin, if you had to guess. The top was lavender and embroidered with flowers and some sort of serpent that vaguely looked like a dragon. The bottom was nearly peach-colored and consisted of the same decorations. Her features were sharp and sculpted, with high cheekbones and a thin nose. She looked exotic and lovely, but it wasn’t until her smile blinded you that you realized she was beautiful. She met your eyes with a twinkle in hers, reaching her delicate hand up to point at herself.

“I am Hosook. You?”

“I am Lady Eleanor Rose D’Aily, Your Highness,” you answer slowly, assuming that the way she was squinting while you spoke was her concentrating on your words. Perhaps she was learning the language still.

“You for him too?” she asked with a wave behind her at the high table.

“Yes, I was brought here for the King. I’m sure you’re a much better choice.”

The Princess smiles her understanding and waves away your compliment. “Too...ugg,” she grunts, obviously failing to find the word she wanted. She chose instead to flap in the general direction of King Seokjin like she was shooing away a fly.

“You...aren’t attracted to His Majesty?” you ask in a hushed voice. How could anyone not find him the most beautiful being to ever walk this earth?

She sticks out her tongue, “Reminds me of Haraboji...uh...Grandfather?”

You sputter a laugh which you know is too loud, but you can’t help yourself as Princess Hosook giggles with you. You feel yourself being watched and glance up to lock eyes with the very man in question. The King looks down at you curiously, his lips tilted in an amused smile as you can’t stop your giggles. Suddenly, he winks at you and you look away quickly as your laughter dies down into a shy smile.

“Oh,” Princess Hosook says slyly, clucking and patting your hand with a grin. “I see now. You nice, make pretty Queen.”

“Goodness, it’s not like that at all. We just met,” you rush to explain, your excuses being waved away yet again.

“I like…” she waves between the King and you. “Nice together. Uh...need more words,” she grumbles quietly, biting her lip.

“I could help, if you like? I helped my Lad...err...my Ladies Maid learn how to read and write.”

Her smile was beaming as she nodded her head in agreement. “Yes. Need be better to deal with them,” she nods her head towards the gaggle of noblewomen surrounding them.

“I understand. I have to wait to hear which days I need to spend with the King, and then we’ll set aside some time for us!” You smile kindly at the Princess, who grins back and attends her meal with much more gusto now that she had something to look forward to. You sigh and quietly thank the powers that be for making some sort of friend to get you through this, and one that you were able to fall back into your natural state of submission with. It would be easier to explain any lapses in your behavior if you were just a mere Duke’s daughter shadowing a Princess, rather than being with the other women who were basically your equals and expected you to be just as much of a spoiled prat as they were.

The meal comes to a close (and you were amazed that you only caught yourself staring at His Majesty less than five times), and Jungkook is back at your elbow to escort you to your rooms. As you accept his helping hand, you feel someone tap on your shoulder. Princess Hosook flicks her eyes up and down Jungkook with an exaggerated waggled of her eyebrows. Her hand goes to her chest and she mouths something that you assume is complimentary. Jungkook’s eyes are huge as he tries to follow what’s happening.

You giggle and slap his arm. “She thinks you’re handsome.”

“TAKEN…” he squeaks, “I’m taken. Sorry..uh...lady...majesty…”

“Always pretty ones,” Princess Hosook sighs and waves goodbye with fluttering fingers, disappearing with her own small army of attendants.

You continue to laugh quietly as Jungkook begs you to stop. You pause just before leaving the hall and catch the King’s eye right before he leaves for his own apartments. He smiles and shallowly bows, and you watch him until his broad shoulders disappear from sight.

“Sis,” Jungkook mutters quietly as he herds you back to your hallway. “You can’t…” he sighs. “I’m sure you think he’s handsome and he seems to be nice to you, but you can’t be with him. You remember that, right? You’re not who he thinks you are and he’d find that out if you were to marry him. I am literally stealing a potential bride from him, and the moment he finds out, he can kill us all.”

“I know, Jungkook. I’m not an imbecile.”

“I know that, but you’ve never been courted before. I forgot about that and now I’m worried that you’re over your head.”

You sigh and loop your arm in his as you walk. “I suppose I forgot that he’d be trying to win me over as much as the rest, at least at first. I might have let the sweet words and smiles affect me, but I promise Jungkook, I’ll remember. Besides, I saw the other potential brides. I am no match for them. The novelty of someone new will fade in a few days, and I pray that we have the deed to the keep no later than a month. Then, I will tell him that I don’t think I’m a good match for the Kingdom and we can be on our merry way.”

He sighs wearily and tugs you close for a quick hug. “I know, I trust you and your judgment, I just got worried. If he does anything that makes you uncomfortable or makes you feel compromised, let me know. I don’t care if he’s the king, I’ll throw down my glove.”

“You’ll not duel the King, Jungkook. Go seek your bed, brother dear,” you say with a tiny smile, pushing him away from you once you reach your room. “Tell Eleanor when she comes back from the kitchens she can go straight to her room. I won’t bother her tonight because I’m so exhausted from all this excitement I’m going to fall asleep the moment my head hits the mattress.”

Jungkook grins, a look you really don’t want to identity lighting his eyes. “Will do. Sweet dreams, sis.” He stomps off and leaves you to close the door to your opulent apartments.

You yawn and observe the room as you undress, leaving the layers of clothing across a chair to be taken care of the next day. The room was spacious and absolutely gorgeous, decorated in lovely shades of robin’s egg blue, white, and gold. There was an entire room just for clothing, one for washing, and yet another whole room for your ladies maid - something that Eleanor had seemed suspiciously excited about. You worried that she was going to try yet again to seduce her love now that she had a new sort of freedom without her father about.

You crawl onto the giant golden bed and arrange the blankets over you as you fight off another yawn. A full belly and an overwhelming day full of excitement seemed to be all your poor body could handle. Another yawn and you drift off to sleep, visions of warm brown eyes and smiling lips filling your dreams.

A/N: 

1. Yes, that is Hoseok. He’s a pretty princess today. 

2. I don’t really like using the term “exotic” but since this is a historical and being done from the viewpoint of a person in the middle ages, it seemed fitting. 

3. Oh, look at that totally huge and obvious hint to the past. Hmmm....

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Chocolate Souffle

<< Strawberry Tart (I)

Group: BTS

Pairing: JIN X READER

Requested

Summary: Jin teaches you how to bake with a pair of well placed hands.

Genre: baker au, drabble, fluff

Length: 0.9k

A/N: part two of strawberry tart 

One day, you took the afternoon shift instead of working in the morning and after receiving a note from one of the earlier employees, you got slightly worried. It had apparently been left by a man who had commanded the attention of the room like a music conductor. You read the letter and instantly sent a text to Jin who you had been constantly texting.

Within seconds you had received an incoming call from him, picking it up you could already hear his squeaky laughter, as you growled into the phone, “How dare you say my chocolate soufflés are dry.”

He scoffed across the line, “I talked to your boss and she has allowed me to come and teach you how to make a proper soufflé, that means she agrees with me.”

This time you made a sound of denial, “Or he’s scared to lose not only a star customer that encourages business but disagree with a famous chef.”

Quickly hanging up as an employee walked past, you let out a sigh of annoyance as Jin strode into the café for what was the second time that day, you walked over to him, bowing and escorting him to the kitchen.

As he turned and noticed your eyes locked on his face, he blew you a kiss that you swatted away,

“Take a picture it lasts longer.”

You sighed and pulled an apron from the hooks, tying it around your waist as you watched him do the same, ashamed that you were so easily mesmerised by his broad shoulders and the movement of muscles under his white shirt.

But Jin was no longer playful, turning into almost a completely different person as he watched you make the soufflé, every now and then making clicking or noises of understanding. At the end you ate it together; admittedly you were ashamed at just how dry it had turned out. 

Originally when you had applied you just had to make a wedding cake. You had chosen a traditional fruit cake and had wowed your boss with your intricate presentation.

“Let’s do this one more time,” Jin commanded, and you followed easily; the recipe being simple but the method easy to ruin. As you got to whisking the egg whites, a hand engulfed yours before Jin pressed up against you and you were forced to inhale the smell of vanilla that seemed to linger around him, biting down on your lip as his grip tightened as he tried to show you the correct way to whisk.

“Your whisking is too weak, you’re not getting enough air into the mixture.” You were not listening to a word of what he was saying, so lost in his proximity and scent that when he started whisking the whites you jumped and he chuckled realising you had spaced out.

“Come on Y/N, I thought it was your aim to beat me,” the taunt in his comment snapped you out of your trance as you focused on the speed he was whipping the eggs, it was true you had challenged him saying you would surpass him.

At the time he had gone silent, a hand going to his cheeks as he covered the blush that had formed due to your forceful and confident words but mainly how cute you looked like with the determined gleam in your eyes.

As you whisked together he slowly began to back away, before he took his hand off yours and placed them on your hips causing you to jump, “Good whisking comes from the hips,”

You turned to look at him over your shoulder, “sure, or you just wanted an excuse to feel my hips,” he laughed at your bluntness, but your statement had only been half true. The truth was that although Jin found himself uncontrollably attracted to you, he also adored your passion for baking that reminded him so much of himself.

As he was consumed with these thoughts you had turned on your heel, holding the bowl upside down over his head, he screamed before running off to hide in fear as you laughed placing it on the side, “to know the egg whites are firm enough you hold them upside down to see if they move.”

Jin nodded in agreement before hesitantly walking back to you, he would have been embarrassed if he hadn’t done the exact same thing to you when teaching you how to make meringues. You had the exact same reaction he was proud to say.

After he helped you with the eggs, he left you to continue the recipe and when it was finally pulled from the oven, you both dove into it with your spoons impressed at the perfection you had created.

Jin couldn’t contain his excitement at how well you had done and evidently, neither could you as you jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. But neither of you were surprised until without thinking he had pressed his plump lips to yours, and all you could think was that he tasted like strawberries.

JIn smiled into the kiss, so you had been eating the batter when he hadn’t been looking,

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[becuztaelien]

1| The Haircut

Part 1/Part 2

1.2k Words, Warning: Lowkey Smut ahead

Summary: Everything was peaceful until a certain someone tweeted a certain something and ruined Rick & Morty.

You were in the dorms hanging out with Yoongi; simultaneously binging Rick & Morty and sipping at your hot coffee at the same time when a notification on your phone went off, you stared at the white bird among the blue twitter background while you waited to see which member had posted on their shared account. If Jimin posts another video of him zooming in and out of his face with no audio I swear to God. A video had been posted, you tapped ‘play’ lightly chuckling to yourself after seeing who had posted it.  Your smile disappeared as soon as it came, you sat through 13 seconds of horror before tossing your phone on the sofa and running towards the bathroom. Yoongi jumped, startled by your sudden movement, he quickly grabbed the remote to pause the show and yelled after you.

“Y/N what the fuck?! If you needed to piss that bad you should have gone earlier!” he sighed and looked over at your unlocked phone, letting curiosity get the better of him, he reached over to see what in the world made you run like a psychopath. The moment the video ended he heard one of the stylist’s scream, specifically Jin’s stylist scream, specifically you, who was Jin’s stylist scream.

“KIM SEOKJIN!”

“Oh shit.” Yoongi mumbled before lazily peeling himself from the couch and heading towards the bathroom where your boyfriend had just taken a pair of scissors and snipped off the middle part of his fringe… with his eyes closed.

“Jagiyaaa don’t get mad come on”

“Get mad? Get mad Jin?! Oh no, no I’m not getting mad, I’d just like to know exactly what went through your head before you decided to grab NOT EVEN FREAKIN HAIR SCISSORS and just slit half of your bangs off, please explain to me as I am greatly struggling to understand, please.” You said clearly pissed off. Being Jin’s stylist and girlfriend at the same time was probably the best thing that ever happened to you. For one, the person you had to work on was truly Mr. Worldwide Handsome™ and two, said handsome man treated you like a goddess however, there were always negatives to everything. It just so happened to be that Mr. Worldwide Handsome had this habit of doing whatever the hell he wanted when it came to his physical appearance and that included spontaneously cutting his fringe and wearing 5 radically different colours whenever he damn well pleased.

“Okay I am aware it may not have been the smartest decisi-”

 “Not the smartest?????? Your comeback is right around the corner! Forget that, you have an MV to film in 2 days!!! 2 DAYS JIN!”

“Okay but let’s all be serious for a second, you have to admit I still look better than every guy in this dorm.” Jin did a cocky eyebrow raise after saying that and you face-palmed, that’s his ‘all serious’ statement?

“If you had a problem with the length of your goddamn fringe you should have asked me, your stylist, the professional, to cut it for you, and with hair scissors too!”

“But you were with Yoongi…”

“Ya! Don’t bring me into this.” You both looked around to see Yoongi leaning on the side of the bathroom door probably making sure you didn’t accidentally murder Jin, was he there the whole time? You ignored Yoongi and turned back to Jin.

“In the living room Jin, not the other end of the country, you couldn’t have just, oh I don’t know, called me?”

 “Okay, okay I get it, I’m sorry, I did wrong…” he pouted and lowered his gaze to his feet looking like a child whose mother wouldn’t buy him a toy. You sighed not knowing how to respond to his sudden apology.

 “Tch, it’s fine, I’m just going to have to think of what to do with your hair, I’ll have to make it look at least presentable somehow…” you trailed off, rubbing at your temples and going through every possible hairstyle involving distorted bangs in your head. Turning around, you noticed that Yoongi had disappeared at some point, you started to walk, but right before you reached the door you felt a hand grab your wrist causing you stop. You didn’t say anything, his fingers were cold and sent chills up your arm, giving you goose bumps. A few seconds later you felt Jin reach over with his free hand and wrap his arm around your waist.

 “Y/n” his voice was suddenly deeper and seemed dangerous, you knew what he was doing, but you weren’t going to let him off this time, he needed to learn from his mistakes, there needed to be consequences to his actions. You pulled your hand out of his grip and moved his arm from your waist, continuing on your way back to the couch. When you reached however, Yoongi wasn’t there.

 “Yoongi?” no one replied and you went around the house looking to see where the rest of the members were, 5 minutes later you returned to the living room. Where in the world did they all go? You thought to yourself before grabbing your phone and dialling Namjoon’s number.

 “Hey Y/N what’s up?”

“Where are you guys? I thought you were all home?”

“Oh… we um… you see… Tae had a spontaneous idea to go to the cinema, yea uh… there’s a cool movie on and uh, we haven’t been in like a while so yea we went…” He sounded unsure, like he did when he was very obviously lying and you could swear you heard Taehyung protesting in the back.

“Uh right, what about Jin tho-” your phone was snatched out of your hand and you heard a ‘beep beep’ sound signifying the call had ended, speak of the devil “what the hell Jin?!” you screamed as you spun around to face your boyfriend, before you could say another word he connected his lips with yours, kissing you passionately. You felt his tongue pushing against your lips, clearly wanting to deepen the kiss, you opened your mouth without hesitation and you felt a split second smirk against your lips. You cursed yourself for being so easily taken by him but you knew you couldn’t resist his touch even if you tried, your body wanted him, needed him gave in to him with even the lightest touch. You reached your hands up to go around his neck and felt his arms snaking around your waist, one hand going under your shirt. He broke the kiss and stared at you with dark hooded eyes.

“Are you still mad?” He asked, his voice laced with seduction

“So… so mad” you replied quick but before you could reattach your lips to his he put a finger on yours and slowly shook his head side to side.

“Well, for me to fully make sure I’m forgiven, I’m going to have to know exactly what I need to do.” He leaned forward and placed his lips on the other side of his finger which was still on your lips, you could feel his each and every breath from the few millimetres between you two. “And you, babygirl… are going to tell me, tell me what you want?”

I hope y'all enjoying so far huehue, nasty asses - ASH

// Part 2

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【 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐘 】

On the night of 15th April 2014, Kim Namjoon stood on Incheon Port, saying his goodbyes to his younger sister.

Kim Kyung Mi, was, an old soul, despite the fact she was younger than him, she was, by far the wisest.

Not because she was more experienced or smarter than Namjoon, oh no definitely not that, but because she always looked into both perspectives of situations she was faced with, not that Namjoon wasn't like that either, no, he and Kyung Mi were very similar in those things, but it was the fact that Kyung Mi, never let her emotions override her judgment, never.

While Namjoon would have his moments when he got frustrated and blew up.

Kyung Mi always reassured him that it was normal to lose his cool sometimes and (" No Namjoon Oppa it's fine, you were upset, it was a misunderstanding caused by lack of communication about feelings" ) he wasn't expected to be always patient. (" Then how do you keep your cool,  Mimi Ah?" to which she replied " Unhealthy amount of Coffee Oppa, it helps .")

While he hugged her,(the one he didn't know would be the last he gave her ) reminding her to keep herself hydrated and call him every evening.

It was her first trip away from home. He was worried about how things could go wrong.

( " What if she falls down the stairs, Hyung! " ) His friends reassured him that everything will be fine and she'd be back in three weeks before he knew it.

( Oh how wrong they were, because she never came back  )

So there he was hugging the life out of her.

" Um, Oppa? The ships leaving soon. I need to go now " he still refused to let go.

"Oppa ? " he let go, 

~she'd be back before you know it ~ he tried to convince himself.

'' Fine, have a safe journey, call me when you're settled in your cabin, and when you've reached ok? I need updates " he told her.

" Of course, Oppa! Now I  need to go! ". "Take care Mimi ah . " he told her with a slight smile, she looked at him with visible excitement in her eyes

" You too Oppa! Bye! I love you  ! " he fondly shook his head at her

" Love You Too, Mimi ah, " ( that was the last time he shook his head at her ) .

IT WAS TEN in the morning when Namjoon woke up to the news.

Well , he was woken up to be exact. Jin and Jimin had burst into his room screaming and shaking him , telling him to wake up .

The Sweol Ferry had tilted and eventually, sunk .

He could barely even process it .

When it hit him . Kyung Mi was on the Ferry .

That's when he panicked. Hoseok was quick to switch on the small TV they had in the dorm .

The news showed the Sweol Ferry had sunk so much, that only it's tip was visible . His stomach dropped .

While the news also showed helicopters and rescue boats , he still wasn't reassured. His sister was possibly still on it .

The news didn't say anything about the survivors .

He feared his sister was one of the lost.

He could barely hear his members, his friends , trying to reassure him, telling him that Kyung Mi was strong , that she'd be alright .

He felt like he was in a dream . A nightmare .

His sister would always tell him that he went into shock very quickly .

~She was right , Kyung Mi was always right.~

He shook his head .

~No . Don't think like that ! Kyung Mi is always right . She's not gone ! ~

He Wasn't Exactly Wrong. But , At The Same Time ,

He Was.

SEOKJIN WOULD BE LYING if he said he wasn't stressed. He was. Why you may ask?

Well, wouldn't you be stressed if one of your friends tried to run to the port, and possibly try to launch themselves in the sea, because their sister was MIA.

So, Seokjin had all the reasons to be stressed.

At times like these, he wished to drink the sweet, yet not too sweet tea Kyung Mi used to make him.

Alas, unfortunately, he did not know it's recipe as Kyung Mi had always kept it a secret.

Kyung Mi was another reason for his stressed state. Because as mentioned earlier, she was MIA. Missing. In. Action.

And said friend had now locked himself up in his room.

Seokjin knew he was crying because that's how Namjoon dealt with things, by spending some time alone and letting it all out.

However, that did nothing to calm his ever-growing anxiety.

Kyung Mi's ferry has sunk. And there was no news whatsoever about her, whether it be her survival ....or ...you know.

But Seokjin was a stubborn man, and he refused to believe that the very girl, who he Skyped last night was gone.

She couldn't be gone. She can't be. It's not possible.

Well, that's what he tried to convince himself.

But deep down he knew, they all knew, that there was a possibility, a very big chance of her not making it.

The authorities were yet to give them any news about it except the fact that a lot of cargo had been damaged.

He didn't care about the cargo.

He just wanted her back.

Too bad we don't always get what we want.

KYUNG MI WAS PANICKING.

It was 8:00 am, and she was supposed to be having breakfast right now, but instead, she was in her cabin panicking.

Like said before, she should have been eating breakfast, but fate had other plans, and there was an announcement over the P.A system, telling the passengers to stay in their cabins, because there was a crash-mash of some cargo, and the ship was slowly filling up with water.

So in simple words, the ship was sinking, and Kyung Mi had only wanted to have some Coffee.

Was it too much to ask for?

So there she was.

In her cabin with 2 other girls of her class who were crying. She sympathized with them, she did, but she couldn't function without coffee.

So she resorted to using the extra tetra packet of Coffee she had. It wasn't ideal, but, it is what it is.

Now that she was back in her senses, she realized the severity of the situation: She was in a ship that was sinking.

That's when she panicked even more.

Because we love a panicked queen right? So she tried calling her brother, who didn't wake up, she knew it was early, but, can't he pick up when it's important and when she genuinely needs help?

So she resorted to voice mailing him, and all of his friends, and of course her sister and parents and her girl best friend.

" Minni Unnie, the ship's tilting,I'm in my cabin I'm safe, right now, I'm scared Unnie, I love, you know thatright, Unnie, If I don't come back, please take care of Appa and Eomma and Oppaand yourself for me? Remind Oppa to rest okay?"

" Eomma, Appa, I don't know when this will reach you, but I hope you know I love you and I can't thank you enough for raising me, Namjoon Oppa and Minni Unnie, Mom, I'm scared, I don't want to die Mama."

The worst part was, she never got to say goodbye to Namjoon and her best friend.

KIM KYUNG MI WAS DEAD.

The coast guards had declared so, she had gone down with the ferry.

Her body was nowhere to be found.

Nor were they searching for her, why would they, even if Kyung Mi had survived, and somehow escaped, she would have frozen to death because of the frigid temperature.

The ferry might have sunk on the 15th but her funeral was held on the 21st, not only because her death was confirmed late, but also cause everyone needed time to process it.

Not that you can blame them.

Imagine waking up one day to find out that your best friend your daughter your sister, your person, your rock to reality is gone. Imagine waking up to find out that they will never smile at you again, never laugh at you again.

Imagine waking up to find out that you're now alone, in this big world.

It's painful.

And complex

Because they're gone, but then what's that on the tabletop?

A picture, in which they're fine, alive, and breathing.

A human can feel about 34000 different emotions,

Namjoon thought at the moment, he was probably feeling sorrow and nostalgia.

Namjoon and Kyung Mi had always been different yet similar at the same time

A line I probably repeated in the past.

However, I'm not sure if I mentioned that they were uncannily similar at the same time.

Their mother always boasted that she never had to break up any fights between them as they agreed with each other, on almost everything, however with different reasons.

Namjoon did not like to eat seafood because as he said (" they're my friends ! I can't eat them ! ") and (" they have lives too ! " ).

While Kyung Mi did not like to eat seafood because, as she put it, ("It's too much work for just food ! Why do I have to remove the bones and everything ! ).

I know you must be wondering, how did seafood come to the equation?

Simple I don't know either,

But anyways,

They both agreed that nobody was truly gone until every trace of their existence had disappeared.

And so to prevent that from happening, Namjoon did that one thing he did best.

He went into her bedroom and just stared at the side table.

It was pastel blue.

It also had a lot of papers on it.

A lot of.

Which were actually his lyrics.

But papers anyway.

And so even though there was a good study table right across him,

Namjoon wrote Spring Day, hunched over her side table.

( And while he wrote it, he could feel Kyung Mi saying "Oppa there is a table right across from you, this why you should drink Coffee. Your common sense has stopped working." )

Kyung Mi was dead. It's quite clear. She had been dead for a while now. 3 years. Bangtan Seyondan was well thriving with their ever-growing fan base, BLACKPINK had debuted, and had been a hit. It was a pity that Kyung Mi wasn't there to witness it.

Well, Jung Mi was alive.

She'd do just fine in her place.

Don't worry Kim Kyung Mi . Your Oppa will be just fine in my hands.

Kim Jung Mi was alive.

After all, Kyung Mi would never leave her brother all alone. How could she?

How could she when she loved him so much?

Easy. While Kyung Mi wouldn't be there for him, Jung Mi would easily replace her. After all, it's not hard to replace a dead person.

Or is it?

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acquainted | playlist

> series masterlist <

lots of songs contributed to the inspiration of this series. some titles may be mentioned in chapters, but otherwise, there is no specific order. please play each as you see fitting!

on the rotation:

don’t think you really love her if you need me so bad 

this some shit i usually don’t do, but for you i kinda want to

i buried my voice for you

and for what it’s worth, i will struggle babe

it’s somethin’ ‘bout being wrong that feels so right

i know you love fuckin’ me, i can tell by the way you in love with me

you can taste the dishonesty, it’s all over your breath

boy, get up inside it, i want you to homicide it

she wants somebody to love in the right way

mess with my head, i guess i’m just another lover

spread your wings and baby fly away

i just need some dick, i just need some love

when i touch on your body, forget ‘bout him slowly

so tell me, baby, do you want me like i want you?

it’s like we’re throwing stones at a glass house

we both grown, so how we feel we can let it show

the world can’t end until we’re finished

you say we’re just friends, but i swear when nobody’s around

cause you made me fall in it, you’re the reason i got a weakness

you can take me to a place where we can be

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The History of Us - Ch. 13

Synopsis: You have built your career and you have 2 rising hip hop superstars as your besties. Life is pretty good, until one drunken night that derails your life plan. How would you survive?

Pairing: ?? x OC , main characters are mostly Namjoon, Yoongi and Tae, but all 7 are present now

Fic type: social media au

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, fluff, angst.

Rated: R

Warning: swearing

Disclaimer: photos are not mine, and of course characterization and scenarios of the boys are purely of my imagination

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Ch. 13 - Message Received

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[solarune]

oversized

pairing: kim seokjin x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 892

a/n: have another self-indulgent drabble featuring isabelle’s thursday night emotional support kpop boy. enjoy!! feedback is always appreciated :-)

The rain has always made you sleepy. Sometimes you like the rain; how refreshing it feels on your skin, the smell that lingers in the air even when it’s gone, the sense of a new beginning as it washes everything away. But most of the time, you just feel sleepy. 

And with Seokjin already gone, left you with a kiss to your forehead at some absurd hour of the morning for practice, and not pulling you out of bed for breakfast, it’s the perfect combination to keep you tucked in bed. So in bed you stay, faded college shirt bunched around your torso and an old pair of Jin’s shorts that shrunk in the dryer twisted around your legs while the rain pounds against the window. You wake up occasionally to check your phone, glance at the time to see how long it would be until your boyfriend comes home, drink an entire glass of water or two, and go to the bathroom because of aforementioned glasses of water. But in the end, you always fall back asleep. The comforters are just too warm, the bed is just too soft, and the smell of Seokjin is just too strong for you to leave. 

Until you hear the front door opening.

You stare up at the ceiling as you listen to the sounds of Jin moving around outside; the jingling of keys as he hangs them up on the hook by the door, the thump of his shoes as he takes them off, the shuffle of his footsteps as he walks, and the loud sigh he lets out accompanied with the groan of the couch as he plops down on it. Your desperation for some attention from your boyfriend wins over your need to lie in bed for the rest of the day, so you throw the covers off of you rather dramatically and get out of bed with a soft groan. Stretching your arms over your head, you yawn and then laugh to yourself when you hear your joints crack. The cold air finally settles over your skin, causing goosebumps to appear, so you grab one of Jin’s oversized hoodies (oversized on him, that is, so it basically makes you look like a toddler) and pull it over your head before shuffling out of your bedroom. 

Jin perks up at the sight of you, a wide smile appearing on his face that matches your own as you quickly walk over to him with your arms outstretched. “Baby, I didn’t know you were home!” he exclaims, excited that he gets to spend some time with you. “You were so quiet, I thought you were out.”

“I spent all day in bed,” you say with a shake of your head. You clamber into his lap and bury your face into his neck, sighing in contentment when you feel him wrap his arms around your waist and his warmth beginning to seep through the fabric of his hoodie. “I was waiting for you to come home.”

“Well I’m home now,” he mumbles, lips brushing against your skin as he presses a kiss into your temple. “What did you want to do?”

Instead of replying, you just shake your head and shimmy closer to him, inhaling his scent and letting the gentle movement of his hands against your waist lull you into a sense of comfort. The two of you stay like that for a few minutes; you just basking in the presence of your boyfriend while Jin scrolls through his phone and occasionally kisses you somewhere that’s easy for him to access in the position that you’re in. But then your stomach growls rather loudly, and the peaceful moment is broken by Seokjin’s laughter.

“Did you eat a bear while I was out? What was that?” he jokes as he pulls back to look at you. He rubs his hand over your stomach affectionately and laughs once more when you slap his hand away with a glare. Seokjin grabs both your hands in his and intertwines your fingers together, gently swaying your arms as he looks at you like you hung the moon in the sky. “I’ll cook you something, angel, hm? How does that sound?”

You huff at his proposal, mulling it over in your head; you are hungry but you also want his attention…

As if he can read your mind, Seokjin brings his face closer to yours with a soft smile. “You can sit on the counter and watch me while I cook,” he says, offering a solution to your problem. “So I’m not too far from you.” You burst out laughing at his proposal but agree nonetheless. 

Your heart flutters in your chest while you watch him cook, his thumb rubbing your knee affectionately as he stirs some onions around in the pot. “Sorry I’m so needy today,” you apologize, reaching your hand out to run your fingers through his hair. “I just missed you.”

He chuckles as he moves towards you to stand between your legs, his hands coming up to hold your face and touch his forehead to yours. You close your eyes and smile, the affectionate gesture warming you from the inside out. “My girl wearing my clothes and loving on me the second I get home? Angel, there’s nothing I could want more than this right now.”

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