#Jin imagines

[taehyungsgrowl]

roses - ksj x reader

valentine's day w jin

pairing: kim seokjin x fem!reader

genre: fluff, smut

rating: 18+ // minors dni

word count: 2k

warnings: seokjin is a tease, hickies, oral (fem. receiving), p in v penetration, cream pie, slight choking, overall valentines day fluff, mostly pwp

A/N: hello! i was originally going to try and post a tae x reader fic i've been working on but its february and i think a lot of us associate jin w roses and i associate roses w valentines day and so... here we are! a short and cute little drabble! hope you enjoy! sending you all lots of love!

before the soft morning sun had the chance to wake you, soft fingers gently trailed up your shirt, raising goosebumps along your skin. his plush lips leaving chaste little kisses on your exposed shoulder until your eyes fluttered open.

"good morning, honey," you knew he hadn't been awake long due to the low rasp of his voice.

"mhmm," you pouted at him, "'it's too early," you whined, cuddling up closer to him to feel the warmth radiating from his body as you laid your head on his chest, your eyes shutting as you inhale his scent.

feeling his chest shake with his low chuckle immediately sent butterflies to your stomach - you don't know how you lucked out getting to spend the rest of your life with seokjin. he was full of light and love to give - how could he not have swept you off your feet?

"just wanted to wish you a happy valentine's day, baby." he pulled your waist closer to him to press a kiss on top of your head.

"oh my god," your eyes opened wide realizing it was february 14th. "baby," you sat up and finally looked around the room. the playful scold you had for seokjin for beating you to say it first was caught in your throat as you took in your bedroom.

roses.

roses - everywhere.

the soft glow of the sunrise coming in through the window made the white roses look ivory and the red roses even more crimson.

dozens and dozens of roses in clear glass vases filled your room. all over the floor, and more vases filled with them on the nightstand tables by your bed. it looked like a literal flower shop.

"wh-" you weren't even sure what to ask or what to say. when did he have time to do this?

"jin..." he laughed at your speechless expression, "that’s more roses than i’ve seen in my life." you laughed, adjusting yourself on the bed to pull him in for a kiss. your small hands cupping either side his face to kiss him. you felt him smiling against your kiss, his own hand finding a home firmly placed on your lower back.

"when did you even have time to do this?" you mumble in between kisses.

"you're a heavier sleeper than you think you are," he bit down on your lower lip playfully.

"well," you rolled your eyes, "i love it!" you lightly pushed on his chest until he was laying back on his back, head propped up by his pillows.

"i hope you like your present as much as i loved mine," you swung one of your legs over his waist to straddle him.

"who said i'm done giving you my present?" the corner of his lips twitched as he fought a smile. "got a lot more in store for you, honey." the hand that rested on your back moved lower to lightly smack your ass.

"jin..." you whined, but really loving just how much of a romantic your husband was. even after years of being together, he still made you feel special every day - valentines day or not.

before you had the chance to bend down and kiss him, he grabbed your thighs and flipped you both around until you were flat on your back, his broad body hovering above you.

he noticed the little crease between your brows as you frowned at him but quickly kissed it away, making you giggle as he continued to pepper your face with kisses.

"love you so much," he mumbled against your face.

jin took your chin between his thumb and index finger to tilt your head up enough to kiss you deeply. you felt the plush of his tongue swiping along your lip, pleading for you to part them. you sighed into the kiss, letting his tongue lead your kiss.

too distracted by his pillowy lips against yours, you didn't feel him shift until he could reach one of the nearby roses on the nightstand.

you looked up at him in awe as he pulled away. messy black hair in disarray from sleeping, pink swollen lips, lust filled eyes blown wide. it amazed you how little he had to try to look so breathtaking.

jin brought the rose up to your nose for you smell it before he slowly dragged it down your neck. the soft petals tickled your skin as he dragged it softly along your cleavage. his eyes shifted from yours to wherever the rose drew patterns along your body.

he noticed your hands wander down to the hem of your silk nightgown, in an attempt to take it off. his free hand caught your wrist, stopping you.

"keep it on. you look so pretty in silk," he leaned down again and placed a sweet kiss along your collarbone before sinking his teeth into your skin.

he felt his cock twitch in his pants as he heard you whine for his love bite.

he continued to drag the rose down your body. you sighed, feeling the petals run across your thighs. jin slowly pushed your night gown up, bunching it around your hips to reveal your panties.

the dark, wet spot forming at the center of your pink panties gave you away. you squirmed on the bed, wanting - needing jin to touch you.

"please?" you batted your lashes at him, giving him the sweetest look.

jin's deep and sleepy laugh rumbled in the little space between you two. he wanted to give you everything you wanted - wanted to give in to your each and every demand as soon as it fell from your lips - but there was something so intoxicating about having you beg for him that always made him drag it out.

his free hand reached down between your legs, taking the waistband of your panties between his fingers and pulling it - only to make it snap back against your skin.

"i got you, baby," he continued to toy with you - dragging his large hand to grip your hip and trailing it down until he reached your thigh to make you spread them further for him. touching you everywhere but where you wanted him to.

"jin..." you sighed, your hips slightly raising off the bed in a poor attempt of getting any friction.

there could not be a more ideal way of waking up. you thanked your lucky stars for every day you got to wake up besides the love of your life.

jin continued to use the rose to tease you. the light petals raised goosebumps along your inner thighs as he dragged it up to your core. feather light strokes against your panties weren't enough. you needed his fingers. his tongue. his cock. you needed more.

yet still, the soft brush of the rose against your clothed pussy made you gasp. immediately, his eyebrow raised and his lips curled into a knowing smirk.

"hey," he paused to press a quick kiss to your parted lips, "i love you."

"i love you more," your eyes met his and you could swear you saw your entire world in them.

jin's cock strained in his pajama pants - he was just as needy as you were. he finally dropped the rose, letting it fall against the stark white bedding.

he settled in between your legs, holding them apart with his hands. you felt his warmth breath hit against your dampened panties, making you shiver.

"baby," you hummed.

soon enough, his warm, wet tongue was laid flat against your panties, sloppily kissing your clad cunt.

“mhmm,” he sighed into your pussy. the sight of seokjin’s bare shoulders nestled between your thighs, his dark hair falling on to his face, tip of his nose bumping against your covered clit was almost enough to make you cum right then and there.

“always so sweet,” he peeled your panties down in one swift motion, “so sweet for me.”

once again, his tongue was on your pussy, licking up the arousal that had pooled in your core. his pouty lips kissed and sucked at your most sensitive parts, making you melt on his tongue. he kept his hands on your thighs, keeping your spread open for him - even as your legs threatened to close around him.

your hands found his hair and fingers were tangled in his dark locks. you gripped his hair for support, your back arching off the bed. it felt as if the harder your tugged the more feverishly jin sucked on your clit.

"oh god," you moaned out his name, your heartbeat racing faster and faster against your chest. the room was filled with obscene wet sounds as he devoured and worshipped you.

as you reached your climax, jin lapped up your cum, licking you clean. soft and gentle kisses were placed on your pussy as you spasmed beneath him.

"oh my god," you repeated again, completely out of breath.

you reached down and tugged him up towards you, ardently kissing him, tasting yourself off his tongue.

jin's cock was throbbing to the point that he couldn't wait any longer to sink himself into your wet walls. he reached his own waistband and clumsily hurried to pull himself free from the tight constraints of his underwear.

"fuck, baby," he hissed, dragging his tip along your wet slit, slowly pumping himself in his fist.

you took in a sharp breath as he stretched you open. jin grabbed your thighs and hoisted them around him to bring himself closer to him. your feet dug into his lower back as you moaned out his name.

you couldn't help but have your eyes roll back feeling him go deeper and deeper.

“fuck,” he cursed under his breath as you took his length. he stayed there for a second, feeling the way your walls pulsed around his length. jin started to move his hips, his cock easily sliding in and partially out of your pussy. 

"open your eyes for me," he asked, his voice hoarse as he held back another moan.

you opened your eyes to meet the depths of his dark eyes. jin felt himself throb inside of you just from that look in your eyes. you searched for his hand and brought it up to you neck, nodding slightly, granting him permission. 

“god,” he choked out, wrapping his hand around your neck. A loud moan left your pretty lips traveling like music to his ears. jin tapped his thumb on your lips, letting you take it in your mouth as he applied pressure to your neck. 

you swiped your tongue over the pad of his finger and he felt himself about to burst. “so close, baby,” he rutted his hips into yours. you moved in perfect synchronization, becoming one. 

you both came hard as your sweaty bodies pressed together, lost in a sea of blankets and kisses. 

jin let his body collapse on yours, letting the comfort of his body weight lay on yours, his head resting perfectly on your chest. you softly traced little patterns against his bare back as your breathing slowed.

"still mad i woke you up so early?" he teased tickling your side to make you squirm underneath him.

"i wasn't mad!" you squealed, wiggling under him.

"good," he kissed your neck - neither one of you having any plans to get out of bed anytime soon. just simply existing in each others arms.

"happy valentine's day," he whispered against your skin.

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ah! i didn't think i was gonna finish this before the 14th, but i'm glad i did! tysm for reading! lmk what you think!

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[sailoryooons]

Trick or Treat!🎃

Kit kat+ Frankenstein + The Addams Family!

Happy Haliween!!🕸🎃💜💚

☾ Pairing: Serial Killer! Seokjin x Serial Killer!f. reader

☾ Summary: For as long as you’ve worked at the upscale grocery store in the northern part of the city, you’ve hated Seokjin. He’s charming and smooth and you’re always fighting for employee of the month. It isn’t until you both show up at a house in the middle of the night that you realize how much you have in common. 

☾ Word Count: 3,245

☾ Genre: Enemies to Lovers(ish), Slasher, A little humor

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

☾ Warnings: Thoughts about murder, references to murder, reflection on being a murderer - literally, this is a drabble about two serial killers, they do not actually commit murder in this but literally the entire subject is MURDER!! Like reader thinks about killing people multiple times, this is disturbing but not necessarily graphic, and there are overall just. Themes of insanely morally corrupt people. Also contains explicit language, breaking into homes, knives and threats, stalking, prepping to murder someone, profiling people to be victims, sexual tension, and implications. Ambiguous ending, we don’t know if they kill their victim. 

☾ Published: October 8, 2023

☾ A/N: I am so sorry if you don’t like strange serial killers to lovers(ish), but for this Haliween trick you have selected Kit Kat + Frankenstein + The Addam's Family which equals Seokjin, Enemies to Lovers, and slasher! I kept this light-hearted and there’s no actual murder or anything, but this is absolutely unhinged and was an experience for me to write from the POV of a killer. I hope you love these two competitive lunatics with zero moral compasses discovering they have more in common than they think! 

☾ A/N 2: Mini shoutout to @minisugakoobies and @daechwitatamic for their input on my ruminating about what to do with this Haliween combination. Their musings inspire this wild little masterpiece and I could not have gotten the brain chugging without their comments. 

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment, or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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There are days you wonder if you should kill Seokjin. 

It would be too complicated, though. Not only would someone notice if he doesn’t show up to work, but it’s too close to home. Murders should always be removed. There should be no connections between you and the victim. Anything within seven degrees of separation is far too close.

And everyone knows you hate him. 

Hate the way he charms everyone else so effortlessly. There isn’t a soul at the store who doesn’t like him except maybe you. He is perfect. Not a hair out of place, his handsome features painfully symmetrical and alluring, his ease with people so crystalline that you want to scream. Glasses that are perfectly perched on his perfect nose. Effortlessly chic hair. A knockout mouth structure. 

It’s hard to imagine anyone is that perfect, but it appears Seokjin is. No matter how much digging you do, you never find anything incriminating. There’s nothing. He hardly seems to exist outside of the store. 

You hate him for it. Especially when you see he has beaten you for employee of the month again. Seokjin walks into the break room, looking at the announcement on the board. He smirks when he sees it, eyes coasting over to you. The grin grows and he shrugs. 

“What can I say?”

“Nothing, ideally,” you offer. 

“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

You feel your eye twitch. You imagine how satisfying it would be to smash his teeth in. To feel the bone break beneath your foot, to hear the crunch.

The thought of it makes you smile and turn to him, suddenly calm again. “Congratulations, Seokjin. I look forward to celebrating with you during our meeting.”

Tying an apron around your waist, you leave the break room and head out onto the floor. Your calm intensifies, muscles loosen. The store is not open yet. Outside, the world is gray. The fluorescent lights shine down on the perfectly lined aisles, every item in place. Above, soft music plays. 

Mornings at the grocery store like this are second only to the high of watching the light fade from someone’s eyes. Here, you are alone and in peace. You feel the quiet of the world, undisturbed. Like a god walking through the land of their creation while everything is asleep. 

But it’s when you see someone looking at you as they embrace death that you know you are a god. You are the final thing they see, and right before they fade, they see you as their ender. Their maker. 

Seokjin might be able to take the employee of the month from you, but he cannot have this. These two moments. Different sides of the same coin. He could never understand the power that peace and death give you.

No one else understands. No one else could. 

-

When the store opens, your day unfolds. It is an upscale grocery store with organic foods, fresh pressed juice and swollen, ripe strawberries. You see all manner of people come in and out: assistants doing the shopping for their wealthy employers, socialites snapping pictures of their smoothies and juices, the upper class toting name-brand bags and watches as they hand over metal credit cards.

It is disgusting, in a way. But in your way, it’s become beautiful. A hunting ground for people who jet around the world so often, no one will know if they go missing. You’re always so so careful with your marks. They have to be right. Perfect. You have to spend weeks making sure they are the one. 

The one problem with this ritual is how long it takes. The need to feel that power and the need for safety and caution wage a war inside of you, neither giving ground to the other. It’s been months since you’ve had a fix, and with Seokjin’s employee of the month win, you know it’s time to sift through your options. 

Your list is small. The sweet, doe-eyed boy Jungkook is an easy mark in the sense that he has a very small social circle, his life is built on routine, and he is wildly trusting. Because of his routine, though, he might present a problem when he goes missing. That, and he is physically a danger to you if you don’t knock him out first. 

Taehyung isn’t bad, either. He comes and goes, traveling the world and staying in hostels, losing his passports across countries and sharing all of his travels on social media. He lives loosely enough that if he vanished, it would take a while for anyone to find him. But that social media feed of his would eventually attract attention. 

When Hoseok gets into your line, you feel your heart stutter. Perfect Hoseok. He is quiet and solitary, a fashion designer who often vanishes for long periods at a time. He doesn’t leave his quiet, lofty mansion in the hills often when he is in a fit of designing for a new season, and he is prone to hospitalizations for working himself near to death.

Perfect Hoseok, who smiles like Apollo and smells like the sun. He is an entity. A light that you cannot help but stare at. And you decide him. What would it be like, to see someone like Hoseok look at you and beg. Please. Like you’re his god. The only thing between him and death.

Your palms get sweaty as your line shortens. He’s just four back - it’s a busy day - but you try to get through your customers quickly. You want to make small talk with him. To get his weekend plans. 

And then Seokjin steps into the register next to you even though he’s supposed to be on break, and he turns the light on. “Hoseok! Come on over, let’s get you through.” 

Rage. You stop ringing up items. The conveyor belt hums and the products on top of it begin to pile up. White noise roars in your ears. You watch as Hoseok gets out of your line and swaps to Seokjin’s. They shake hands and start talking, Seokjin leaning back with a laugh. 

High-pitched ringing sings in your ears as you watch Seokjin bag Hoseok’s items and offer to walk him out to the car after flicking the light off at his register. 

“Ma’am?” You blink and the ringing vanishes. The man in front of you stares, raising his brows. His cat-like eyes are sharp and concerned. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you rasp, voice suddenly dry. It’s a lie. “Yeah.”

-

“Do you like stealing my customers?” you ask Seokjin, pressing the knife down hard through the apple you’re cutting at the break room counter. “Is that how you got employee of the month? Turning on your light to ring up one person and then fucking off?”

“Ooo,” Seokjin answers, closing the fridge with his hip. “We are still touchy about my great awards, are we?”

“You know that was a bitch move.” You slam the knife down on the cutting board. It’s a Wüsthof Classic Butcher Knife, which is wildly obnoxious for cutting fruit. And, you realize belatedly, it’s from Seokjin’s personal collection. You file it away, wondering what he knows about good knives. “Stay the fuck away from my business when I’m working.”

“Hoseok isn’t yours.” 

His tone makes you look up. Seokjin’s demeanor shifts, a chameleon adapting to a hostile environment. The telltale signs of his true annoyance are all there: red ears, vacant eyes, blank face. His shark face. You see it so rarely that it shocks you to see it now. 

It’s in moments like this where… he is almost your mirror. 

“He was in my line.”

“Funny how that isn’t the same thing.” 

“Customer poaching is desperate.” You pick the knife back up and slice through the apple, hearing the crisp, wet crunch like breaking a bone to get to marrow. “Are you that desperate, Jin?”

From the corner of your eye, you see his fingers twitch. For a split second, you think he might grab the knife. A flutter of excitement runs through you, unfettered. You wait to see what he does, holding your breath as you slowly turn to look at him. 

Is he going to do it? 

The moment clings to the air a moment longer. Then Namjoon opens a shelf and spills several boxes of granola, shattering the weaving tension between you and Seokjin. He takes a step back and you turn back toward your fruit, knife abandoned.

When he leaves, a shiver runs up your spine, quite unsure what that was. 

You also think that perhaps Seokjin is... more attractive than you give him credit for.

-

Two weeks. You tap through your phone, lighting up your face in the dark of your room. Hoseok will begin his descent into designing for his Spring collection in two weeks. It’s the perfect amount of time to prepare yourself, to begin the ritual of hunting. To watch, notate, and practice. 

You hit the button to turn off the lock screen and you’re bathed in darkness. 

Two weeks and you can feel the rush again.

Two weeks and you’ll be fed on the high for months. 

-

Not even Seokjin can get you down at work. You look at your time requested off on the calendar every morning you clock in. A blissful spread of days in which you’ll need to prepare, execute, and come down for the euphoria before coming back to work.

No amount of goading from Seokjin can upset you this week. You are locked in. Focused. So honed on your rapidly approaching desire that nothing can bring you down.

-

“Switch weekends with me,” Seokjin says, stepping in front of you before you can clock out. It’s late, both of you staying overtime to help unload a late shipment. You growl at him and try to jockey him out of the way, but he’s like iron. He doesn’t move. “I need that weekend off.”

“No.” Seokjin’s stance grows firmer. You push him again but he is unmovable, making your lip curl. You slowly start to drag your eyes to his, where he is pouting. “Move or I will make you.”

“That’s the best reaction I’ve gotten from you all week. What plans do you have, huh? A date night with a bubble bath and a vibrator?”

You frown. He isn’t entirely wrong. The need to lay in warm water in a post-kill daze and bring yourself to an orgasm is part of the after routine. Still, you manage to shove him aside and punch in your number.

“Please,” he says gently. “I need the weekend.”

“No. Not for you. Not in a million years.” 

“What do you want? I’ll trade you anything.”

You face him after clocking out, giving him a wonderful smile. “You have nothing to offer me, Jin. I know you’re not used to hearing that.” 

Slowly, Seokjin’s face changes. He goes from charming and warm and melts into something else. Ice in a glass, losing its form and weak attempt at holding false shape. 

“You’re lucky we work together,” Seokjin murmurs. There is something dark in his voice. An abyss you’ve never heard from Seokjin, but you’ve touched yourself. It is the secret, dark voice of threat. Of promise. And then he grins, shrugging. “I guess I’ll ask around. Have fun with your sex toys.”

You watch Seokjin walk out and all you can think about is that low voice. That darkness. Like the thing that lives inside of you. 

-

One day. Hoseok has locked himself away. His social media has gone quiet. You watch as the trash cans go without being taken out. No one comes. No one goes. The only light that remains on is the one in his second-floor office. Hoseok comes outside a single time to look at the rain as it comes down hard on a Thursday before going back inside and not coming out again. 

Tomorrow. 

You watch the office light go off at five in the morning.

Tomorrow. 

-

Making a murder look like an accident is not easy. It is your least favorite method, in fact. You prefer people who vanish. A ghost is harder to trace than an accident. There are too many questions involved. 

Hoseok, though, cannot be a ghost. You knew that when you picked him. You haven’t orchestrated an accident in some time, but you will now. 

Hoseok likes to drink. He likes to fuel his designs with so much whiskey that sometimes he falls asleep in his office with the lights on at his desk, glass full. Other times, he crashes into furniture and knocks it over, shattering lamps and slipping down the stairs to get to his bedroom. 

Tonight, you have everything you need. A little bit of Xanax, which he has a prescription for. A little bit of chloroform to help knock him out. Epinephrine for you to give you a carefully measured and tested boost of adrenaline and strength. Gloves. Wrapped shoes. A list of all the blind spots in his alarm system and its codes. 

Crickets sing to you as you watch. You walked the full three hours to his home tonight. It was nice with the rush of cars around you and the crunch of your shoes on gravel. Once in the hills, you meticulously changed your clothes at a gas station, wiping off sweat and grime before taking the fifteen-minute trek into the lower hills where Hoseok lives. 

Light pollution makes it hard to see the stars, but the world stretches out beyond you as you stand in the murky darkness of an unsold home across the street. For the past two weeks, you have been an impromptu gargoyle perched among the trees. 

Hoseok should be happy he will not be around when someone moves in. The trees that offer the home privacy offer an entire vantage point to watch him through his uncurtained home. Even just climbing to other limbs gives you a view of other windows. Other ways in. 

The way in though, is easiest through the backyard where his spa room leads outside to the pool. The spa door has no camera and is in the blind spot for the camera under the patio pavilion. It additionally is rarely locked, a feature of Hoseok’s home he rarely uses. 

It takes five minutes to get from the spa bathroom to the office. His stairs are well-made and don’t squeak. He leaves no other lights on. It will be just you and the dark. 

You look at your watch. It’s four in the morning. For the past few days, Hoseok has gone to bed at five. He’s made it all three days in a row, not falling asleep at his desk. Tonight, he will do the same thing. He will get up, turn the lights out, and head to his bedroom. 

Except this time, you plan to be in the hall. A little chloroform. A little forced Xanax to make him weak when he wakes up and prevent him from fighting back. A jolt of adrenaline for you and a snap of his neck before he falls down the stairs and-

A shadow crosses the wall of Hoseok’s yard. You straighten in the tree, watching it make its way across the yard toward the back. Without even thinking about it, you move. The thought of someone breaking into the house and killing Hoseok by accident and stealing your high makes you bolt.

Your heart hammers. Your hands get sweaty. This isn’t how your night is supposed to go. You’re up and over the wall and sliding along the glass windows as you walk toward the spa bathroom door in a heartbeat. You feel rattled and out of sorts - not at all what you should be feeling on a night like this. 

Any other time, you might call it quits. Should call it quits. 

But you don’t. It’s been so long and Hoseok has been taking from you once this month already. You cannot let it happen again.

Like a shadow, you slide into the home. It is cold inside. Already you’re working out how to factor in another person. You had not intended to stage a home invasion, but the third person is a liability and a threat. You’ve never taken two at once before, and though the promise of what that might feel like makes you giddy, you also don’t know the math of this. You don’t know what this looks like.

And still you creep forward. 

Hoseok’s house is modern art. It is all sleek edges and warm tones washed in art on the walls and sculptures. Thankfully, it is also big and full of negative space. Nothing gets in your way as you creep up the stairs, eyes swiveling back and forth as you look for where the intruder has gone.

When you get to the top of the stairs, the hair on the back of your neck tingles. You swivel, bringing up your hand just as a knife stops in front of your face, only restricted by the iron grip you have on your assailant's wrist. You know the make of it immediately. It’s a Wüsthof Classic Butcher Knife.

Neither of you move. You cannot make the features on your attacker's face. Slowly, you see their other arm come up. You somewhat see they are holding up a hand. A white flag. Trembling, you loosen your grip on their knife arm, your other hand wrapped firmly around the hunting knife sheathed at your thigh. 

Together, you step away from Hoseok’s office door. One step. Two steps. A waltz backward and toward a guest room, where the door opens and you step inside with your opposite. Friend. Foe. You’re unsure. 

Moonlight filters through the window and your counterpart steps backward into it. 

Your breath catches in your chest and the urge to laugh suddenly takes you, swelling up so abruptly that you have to press your lips firmly shut to stop the madness from spilling out.

Seokjin looks good in all black, standing in the gray light of the moon. His shark eyes stare at you, face blank, waiting. The Wüsthof Classic Butcher Knife is still in his hand. It doesn’t shake. He holds it loose. Casual. A fast striker, you think. 

“What a strange thing,” Seokjin whispers. “To see someone so unlike me be my very mirror. What are you doing here?”

“It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain,” you whisper back, recalling a quote from The Tell-Tale Heart. “But once conceived, it haunted me day and night.”

He hums. “They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.”

Hoseok opens the door in his office. You both freeze, listening to his stumbling steps as he clambers down his stairs. Not a sound slips between you as Hoseok shuts the bedroom door downstairs. 

The silence is roaring.

“What well it be,” Seokjin whispers. “Friend or foe?” 

You tap the handle of your knife. “I want to be employee of the month next month. Try less.” 

“What do you like to do after?” 

“What was it you said? Take a bubble bath with a vibrator?” 

He sheaths the knife and offers a hand. “I can give you more.”

You carefully hold out a hand to him. Not an enemy. Not a friend. Perhaps… an equal. “We are the same, then?” 

“A mirror.” He pulls you in a little, just enough that his mouth brushes against yours. You want to take that dive suddenly. To lean into him. Past atrocities are forgotten in light of this new, beautiful darkness you share. “A mirror.” 

You descend the steps together, two workers from the store. And a little more. 

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[smuttyassholes]

Drunk Sex With Jin

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[hot-soop]

don't let me tempt you / ch.2

pairing: angel!seokjin x angel!f.reader ⇢ au: angels & demons ⇢ genre: forbidden romance, friends 2 lovers, comedy(?), fluff, eventual smut (not in this chapter), lite angst ⇢ summary: Seokjin is temporarily banished from Heaven and you're not all that good at paperwork. ⇢ chapter wc: 4k ⇢ rating: fic rating is explicit/18+ for eventual smut; chapter rating is 16 & up bc they're the equivalent of ken dolls rn, but minors please DNI anyway. This isn't for you. ⇢ chapter warnings: LOTS of religious imagery but please remember that this isn't meant to be accurate, it's crack Good Omens style nonsense. Author is an atheist. Swearing. Drinking. Implications of loss of faith. If there's any tags you think I'm missing, please let me know - I'd hate to be the cause of any upset or discomfort ⇢ a/n: thank uuuuuu @ugh-yoongi for reading this over, i adore you

chapter 1 here

chapter 2

736 BC

August 12th. 6:13pm. Sunshine.

It’s been ninety-one years and twenty-six visits to Earth since your first cup of tea. Since then Seokjin has shown you could enjoy so many more earthly pleasures than you thought possible. He makes an effort to show you something new every time you visit, and humans, as it turns out, are so much more creative than angels give them credit for. You’re really starting to enjoy it here. Every time, you wish you could stay longer. And so you learned you could convince Turiel to add routine patrols on all your banishments - by all accounts you’re only ever visiting Earth on ‘Official Business’. 

(‘Managed to convince’ isn’t really the right turn of phrase, more like you briefly floated the idea and Turiel near bit your hand off to add more to your workload.)

Of course the visits mean more reports in theory, but truth be told there aren’t that many banishments to keep on top of, and you spend far less time with the other banished angels than anyone else need know. That isn’t the case for Seokjin’s visits. No, you could spend an entire day in his company and feel like it’s been no time at all. For those reports alone, you need to twist the truth. 

Your stomach growls and Seokjin tuts. 

“If you didn’t wait thirteen years between visits,” he grumbles. “Your stomach wouldn’t be so loud.”

You open your mouth to say that the only reason you have any interest in Earth is because of Seokjin and his friends (though maybe by now they count as yours too, it’s something you’ll have to ask Taehyung) but the sour look on his face gives you pause.

(Ah yes. Taehyung. Your readers will probably be wondering why he’s still alive. Well, they all are. As it turns out the change from human to vampire was irreversible, and all Seokjin had been able to do was make it so they’re not quite as immortal as angels and demons are. In short - one could kill the three of them with a stake to the heart, if they should wish. When you found out Seokjin had omitted the truth (his words) about their lack of demise, that had been the biggest (and only) argument you’ve had in the centuries you’ve known him. Jimin had cried. It was very embarrassing.

Of course, you’d moved past it, because there was little to be done to change anything, and you actually rather like the company of the vampire trio. Yoongi is another anomaly, he should be dead too, and he kind of- he sort of is. Seokjin calls him a ghoul. But having met him, you can’t say he’s as evil as the handbooks make ghouls out to be. A grouch, definitely, but you can see why Seokjin likes to keep him around. 

Anyway, the point of this opening was not Seokjin’s lie of omission. The point is Seokjin’s current disposition.)

“Why are you in such a mood?”

“I’m not in a mood,” Seokjin shoots back.

“You are,” you counter. 

“Am not.” 

“Are too.”

Seokjin flicks you on the forehead. 

“Ow!”

“Please stop,” snaps Namjoon from the corner of the room. “Some of us are trying to study.”

You crane your neck to spy on the book he’s reading. Heraclitian Philosophy. 

Seokjin notices you looking. “Namjoon fancies himself as one of the new age philosophers,” he whispers. “He won’t listen but I keep telling him they’re a bunch of miserable fu-”

“I can hear you,” says Namjoon, pointedly.

You and Seokjin share a private smile.

“We missed you,” he murmurs.

“Missed you too,” you say, cheerfully. 

You dip a spoon into the pot Seokjin is standing over, and he chastises you for tasting too early (it’s not ready, so he says) but it’s so good that you can’t help yourself. 

“Mmm,” you hum, appreciative. “My favourite.”

He’s strawberry red again. 

“Where do strawberries grow?” you ask.

Seokjin laughs. “You always ask such weird questions.”

You bonk him on the head with your spoon. 

“Answer please.”

“Dunno,” says Seokjin with a shrug. “I haven’t seen any here.”

“In Europe!” Namjoon calls over.

“Thank you!” you shout back.

“Why do you ask?” says Seokjin.

“I want to try one.”

He tilts his head, a curious puppy if you ever saw one. 

“I invented them,” you answer his unasked question.

“You?”

You frown. “Yes, me.”

“You made food?”

“I made lots of things.”

“But you didn’t try anything?”

“Well why would I? I made lovely things in pretty colours just like they asked and sent them off to Agriculture.”

Seokjin smiles sardonically, saying, “such a good little angel, aren’t you?”

You beam even though it’s a non-compliment, and Seokjin rolls his eyes, but this time the look in his eye is one of affection.

“What else did you invent?” Seokjin asks, and off you go, listing all the things in your roster until you lose your breath. 

After dinner, Namjoon goes out to meet the others for a dinner of their own, leaving you and Seokjin sitting in front of an open window, sipping tea and catching up on the happenings over the last decade. 

Seokjin seems down. He leaves his tea to go cold and picks at loose threads on his tunic.

After a while, you ask, “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” 

Your friend’s face falls into a dejected pout. “Time’s almost up,” he says with a heavy sigh. “Thirty years left and I’ve hardly been anywhere. Hardly seen a thing.”

Seokjin always claims he’s not sentimental, but you look at the home he’s built for himself, the friends he keeps, the trinkets that adorn the room, some four-hundred years old, and you deduce that there is little truth to that statement. What he isn’t is someone who tends to feel sorry for himself. 

It’s unsettling, seeing him like this. 

“It’ll be okay,” you tell him. “Once you’re back home you’ll have your miracles, and you can have all of this and more in Heaven.”

Seokjin rolls his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I’ll be there too,” you tack on.

His responding smile is a little pitiful, but a smile is a smile, and if that’s all he’s got, you’ll take it.

729 BC

January 28th. 6:56pm. Snowing.

Taehyung says he’s invented a game. It’s called truth or dare, and the objective is to tell the truth when you’re asked a question, or do something at the other player's request. Despite asking on several occasions, there seems to be no clear rules on how to win.

“This isn’t a criticism of your creativity, Taehyung,” you say gently. “But it seems as if there’s no real point in playing if your point scoring system is flawed.”

Taehyung stares at you. Jimin hides a laugh behind his hand.

“How do we know when to end the game if there’s no objective winner?” you ask.

They ignore you, and Namjoon suggests it would be better to write down the dares and questions and draw them from different jars. For yours, you write down things like eat exactly 2/7ths of an apple and what time is it?

Jimin pours drinks, because apparently there’s also ‘forfeits’ in the form of ‘taking a shot’ if you can’t answer truthfully or complete a dare, but you can’t imagine why either thing would be such difficult tasks to complete. 

“Why would I lie, though?” you ask again. “It’s my job to be divine.”

“You’ve lied for me on more than a hundred occasions,” Seokjin reminds you.

 “Nonsense,” you say, haughtily. “That was for the greater good.”

Jimin and Taehyung share a funny look.

Namjoon coughs. “Shall we just play?”

You grumble something about rules being made to be followed that the others pointedly ignore, and Yoongi is the first to draw from the dare pile, and Taehyung- who is reading over his shoulder- shrieks.

Run naked to the end of the street and back <3

Oh. 

Yoongi turns as red as a ghoul can go (which is to say, not very) and says he’s glad he can turn invisible, and promptly disappears from view. The only suggestion that he even leaves the room is the door opening and closing.  Jimin says pointedly that he bets Yoongi is still in the room, but a minute later the door goes again, and Yoongi appears once more at the table, pink-cheeked and panting. Jimin scowls like a child and calls him a spoilsport.

The game continues in this vein until Namjoon gets your dare.

“Put on socks?” he says, confused.

“Yes!” You nod. “It’s very cold.”

Seokjin laughs. “You really are an angel.”

You beam at him.

Namjoon goes to find socks.

“Stop making googly eyes at each other,” says an exasperated Jimin. “I’m bored.”

Taehyung nudges the jars toward Seokjin. “Your turn.”

He makes a drawn out show of searching for the best one while not actually looking, claiming he can tell who wrote it by the way they folded the paper. He pulls out one he says was ‘obviously’ written by Yoongi, but by the gleeful look on Jimin’s face, you wonder if it was really him.

“Kiss your favourite person in the room,” reads Seokjin. He stares very hard at the paper. He’s not even blinking.

Taehyung and Jimin break the silence with a giggle. Namjoon is back, with more socks on, and his eyes dart between you and Seokjin. And now your eyes have turned into curious little fiends too, looking from Seokjin to the paper to Seokjin to the paper, to your hands, which are suddenly very interesting for no reason at all.

Seokjin looks at you for a long time. Seokjin turns red. And then Seokjin kisses Yoongi on the cheek.

“Forfeit!” yells Namjoon.

723 BC

March 9th. 8:02pm. A little chilly, but not unpleasantly so.

Today, the cold weather has you craving kimchi jjigae, and Seokjin has only complained three-hundred times about it. He says he made a table full of food, he asks why you can’t wait until everyone else arrives, he says of course you’d want the one thing he hadn’t made. He makes it anyway, and mutters that none of his other friends are as demanding nor as needy, including Taehyung. 

The reason for the sheer amount of food adorning the table is because today is Yoongi’s birthday, and Seokjin is throwing him a party. Even though he’s sort of dead… and doesn’t need to eat. (It’s both pointless and confusing.)

You sit in front of the fire, bowl of jjigae warming your belly, kicking your legs contentedly while you wait for the guests to arrive. 

Seokjin is anxious. He adjusts the position of the furniture six times. He wipes over his ornaments twice. He sweeps the floor three times and shoots you a glare when you try to help by using a little miracle to evaporate every speck of dust in the entire house. Normally he appreciates the privilege your miracles bring, since he lost access to his own, not tonight apparently. At first you attribute his sour mood to the idea of people he hardly knows invading his space, because while Yoongi is the quietest being you’ve ever known, he’s somehow friends with everyone in a twenty-mile radius. But Seokjin has hosted before - it’s nothing unusual for him to play host for others and dissolve into the background once everyone starts enjoying themselves. 

No. Something else is going on here.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask.

“Talk about what?” Seokjin mutters with a scowl, distracted by fussing over a china pot that’s apparently three millimetres out of place. 

“Whatever it is that has you acting like you’re not enjoying my company.”

Seokjin looks up at you, expression unreadable. The silence hangs uncomfortably until it’s interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. It’s the first guests, bringing with them gifts of food and wine. 

People filter in quickly after that. You don’t know many, but those you recognise offer a friendly hello or a polite bow in your direction. You tend to keep your distance from most people, at least those who don’t know your true identity as an Angel of the Lord, but you do enjoy their idle chatter. It’s ever so interesting, the matters that concern them, the small things that bring them joy in their (without any disrespect) insignificant lives. You’d tried engaging a human in conversation once, at a market Seokjin brought you to, but Taehyung had laughed and suggested you needed more practice interacting with people. After that you lost your confidence. 

Perhaps tonight could be another opportunity, if Seokjin has enough wine to make his guests less suspicious. 

You jump up, fetching bottles and cups from the other room and passing them around with a smile. The humans accept them gratefully. There’s nothing like alcohol to get people talking. Thirty minutes later the room is full, and loud, and everyone is on (at least) their third drink. With a wave of your hand, the guests' cups are refilled, and thankfully it’s only Seokjin that seems to notice. He waves you over from the other side.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“Helping,” you say.

“We don’t need to get everyone drunk before he arrives.” He stares at the door.

“I don’t think Yoongi would mind,” you say. “Hasn’t he been half-drunk every time I’ve seen him?”

“Oh, not him,” Seokjin says absent-mindedly.

You frown.

“Who then?”

Just then, the door bursts open and a dishevelled Yoongi is carried through on the shoulders of Taehyung and Jimin, with a panicked Namjoon following closely behind - hands outstretched as if that would help Yoongi if he were to fall. 

Everyone cheers. Someone pours them a drink. Seokjin continues to stare at the door.

Weird.

After leaving Seokjin to his own devices you decide to work the room and quickly discover how right you were about the alcohol. It’s been forty-five minutes and you can’t escape a man who doesn’t seem to know whose birthday it is, but is very glad for the opportunity to talk about his herd of goats and all the trouble he’s having with one particular fox. 

“I wouldn’t mind if it was a one off but it seems like the bastard has it out for me.” 

“That’s terrible.” You commiserate, trying to look interested while scanning the room in search of an out. The few people you know well enough to call for help from are otherwise occupied. Taehyung is pouring wine into Jimin’s open mouth. Yoongi and Namjoon are sitting around the table deep in conversation with an elderly woman and her husband. 

“-usually one a day,” he says, slurring his words. “Sometimes two!” 

“Awful,” you agree.

Seokjin is standing by the door, face impassive, talking out of the corner of his mouth to a man who wasn’t here earlier. He’s impossibly tall, doesn’t look like anyone else in the room, all sallow skin and sunken eyes. Seokjin has a wrinkle in his nose suggesting there’s a bad smell nearby. You’d bet your immortal soul it’s the man next to him.

“-at this point it’d take a bloody miracle to save my herd-”

“A miracle,” you echo, hardly listening, too busy looking at how the man holds out his hand. The eager gleam in his hollow eyes. How Seokjin’s lips curl with distaste but he shakes his hand anyway.

“I’m fucked if it carries on,” your companion says, voice breaking.

 “Yeah,” you breathe. There’s a pit forming in your stomach. “Fucked.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yes, me too,” you say. “I’ve just got to- uh- go… Over there.” And you’re weaving through the people in the room to get to Seokjin and the stranger who has your hackles raised like no one else has had in centuries.

“Seokjin!” you say with false brightness, smile tight. “Who’s your friend?”

Seokjin turns to you, eyes wide and desperate.

“Not now,” he whispers. “Please.”

You stand firm, undeterred. “I’m Seokjin’s friend-” 

And then the man turns his glare on you, and you see it. You smell it. 

A demon.

You can hardly contain your gasp. 

The demon grins. His teeth are unbrushed. “The angel says she’s your friend, Seokjin, and you haven’t told her what you’ve been doing? Who you’ve been talking to. Tut tut.”

Your gaze snaps to Seokjin who looks like he’s about to be sick.

“Told me what?”

“Not now,” Seokjin snaps. 

You’ve never seen him like it, not once in three centuries. Face suddenly hard and unmoving. Not even during your fight about his friend's lack of mortality. The pit in your stomach grows. Something horrible is happening and you can’t figure it out. 

“Go home,” he says, resigned. “We’ll talk later.”

“But it’s Yoongi’s birthday-” you start, but the hard line of Seokjin’s lips tell you your argument is pointless.

“He’s my friend, Angel,” he says, voice raising enough to attract a few looks from the people nearby. “Mine. Not yours. Go.”

Seokjin shouts. Shouts often, in fact. A drama queen if one ever existed. But Seokjin doesn’t shout at you. Not like that. One last wary glance between your friend and the demon at his shoulder, and you’re back at your desk wondering what in Heaven just happened.

723 BC

March 10th. 6:42am. Cold. Uncomfortably so, but perhaps that’s just the vibe in the room.

Seokjin doesn’t notice you’re back. But then he is fast asleep in his chair, several empty bottles at his feet. There’s drool running down his chin.

“Wake up,” you say. The miracle helps him along with stirring. You’re impatient this morning. He blinks awake, and upon seeing you standing above him, he groans.

“M’too drunk for this righnow.”

“Then sober up.”

Seokjin scowls and slurs in an accusatory tone, “you took my miracles, remember? You’ll hav-to wait for me to do it the human way.” He’s very green. “Pass me a bucket won’t you, m’gonna be sick.”

You arch an eyebrow, thoroughly disgruntled, and he groans louder as the alcohol dissipates from his bloodstream.

Now sheepish, Seokjin straightens up awkwardly. He doesn’t look at you.

“I don’t care for the way you treated me last night,” you begin. 

Seokjin nods.

“Yes. Sorry.”

“I also don’t care for your meeting with demons.”

Seokjin shifts awkwardly, rubs at his forehead, but the apology you expected is noticeably absent.

You suck in a breath. “Aren’t you going to explain?”

He nudges one of the bottles on the ground with his toe, watching it turn on its side, letting the silence hang heavy around you.

After a minute, you can’t bear it any longer. “Seok-”

“Can’t you see I’m miserable?” he cuts in. 

You sigh. “Well, yes I had noticed.”

You know it’s been a long time since he’s been home, there’s bound to be some apprehension about returning. But you’ll be there too. You’ve got sway with the committee now that you’ve been “putting in the work” with the banished angels, you can put in a good word for him, get him into a position that gives him more freedom to visit Earth now and then. You explain all this, but Seokjin shakes his head, but apparently that wasn’t a good idea because he holds it in his hands and groans.

“Angel, you don’t get it,” he snaps. “Why would I want to go back? Back to that place where they only give a shit about one corner of the world-”

“That’s not true-” you interject.

“It is true,” Seokjin insists. “The past four-thousand years it’s been Jerusalem this, Jerusalem that. Bethlehem and Jordan and Egypt.”

“They’re great places!”

“Yes, but everywhere else is great too. What makes one place better than the rest? What was the point of making all of this beauty if the one book of any importance doesn’t talk about it? If it’s just going to be gone-” He snaps his fingers. “-in two thousand years. All anyone goes on about is Noah, and Abraham, and Joseph and his stupid fucking coat! What is the point of me? Of us?”

“It’s in the plan-”

“Oh- who cares about a coat? What could the plan possibly say about that?” Seokjin is standing now, red faced and pulling at his hair. “What about these people?” He’s raising his voice again. “These people here? The people on the other side of the world? Where are their stories? Why isn’t anyone writing about them?”

“They will!”

“When?” 

You don’t know. You don’t know anything. 

“When it’s significant!”

“Isn’t everyone significant? Isn’t that the point?”

Yes. Yes and no. They’re obviously significant to each other, but not necessarily in the grand scheme of things. Seokjin doesn’t like that answer. His frown deepens when you suggest his faith is being tested.

“That was the stupidest idea they could’ve come up with,” Seokjin rants. “the notion of testing and tempting. No one can live without breaking one of these ridiculous made up rules or else our souls be damned for eternity. What’s the point? Be miserable for your entire life or be miserable for eternity. Can’t anyone enjoy anything without worrying for their immortal soul?”

“I don’t like this conversation,” you say.

“Of course you don’t,” says Seokjin bluntly. “Makes you uncomfortable, does it? You know I have a point and you don’t like thinking badly of our Heavenly Mother.”

You frown. “I’m not thinking badly of Her. It’s just- I don’t know. I don’t like it when you make me question things. We’re made to obey.” 

Seokjin scoffs. His eyes are so unusually cold. “I don’t want to obey.”

Your breath catches.

“What are you saying?” 

Seokjin hesitates. There’s a moment where you think he won’t say it, but then - “I hate it up there, Angel,” he says, and your throat goes dry and tight and uncomfortable as you remember the way the demon’s tongue rolled around the word angel, how it’s so different from the way Seokjin addresses you. You recognise the demon now, know him for exactly who he is and what he did to your friend. Leviathan, Prince of the Seraphim, tempting mankind and angels alike into heresy.

“You can’t seriously want to join their side?”

Seokjin’s face goes tight. “Of course I don’t. I want to be on my own side.”

There’s a beat of silence. 

You stare at one another.

“I’m not going back,” he says, brows knitting together.

“You have to.” 

“Angel-” he says it gently, with a tenderness so at odds with the way he spoke only moments before. “I can’t. I won’t be a hypocrite.”

“No-” you shake your head, reaching out and taking his hands in yours. He stares at you, confused by your insistence and your tears threaten to spill over. “Seokjin you don’t understand- if you don’t go back, they’ll know, they’ll kill you for defecting-”

“They can’t-”

“They can,” you insist. “Holy fire.”

Seokjin pales. 

“You haven’t got your miracles. You can’t survive it.”

He drops your hands. Sinks into the chair behind him and stares blankly at the wall. 

“Come back when you’re called, Seokjin,” you say, resolute. “For my sake.”

His eyes flit to meet yours. 

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

“It won’t be as bad as you think,” you say desperately, but you don’t know who you’re trying to convince at this point. It might be your home but Seokjin has never liked the way it’s run. But he’ll be safe, and that’s what matters. “I’ll help you.”

Seokjin smiles weakly. “Alright, Angel.” 

“Another thing I don’t care for is the way you’re calling me Angel.”

“Why?”

You reach out, pick a loose thread from the shoulder of his tunic. “It implies we’re too different.”

“Aren’t we different?” he says. 

He’s not looking at you. Instead his absent gaze is turned into the empty fireplace, staring at the ash left over from the night before.

“Not in that sense.”

Seokjin’s lips twist in a way that silently says not yet.

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[kimakento]

ini members as your bf

pairing: ot10 x fem!reader

genre: fluff

tags: bf!ini, established relationship, idol!ini

author’s note: this was requested by an anon! sorry for taking so long and i hope this is what you wanted. this is my first ini request so as always, enjoy :D

hiroto

nishi loves to spoil you by taking you shopping like every week.

he loves to let you watch him while he writes some of ini’s songs and smiles at you from time to time. you watch him in awe because he seemed so focused.

his humour has you literally clutching your stomach in fear you’ll literally run out of breath.

misses you ever second of the day.

“when are you coming back..i already miss you.” “i just left, nishi”

kyosuke

he loves to cuddle with you in bed most of the time. when you call him ‘kyo’ or ‘maki’ he’ll let you do anything just to hear you call him that again.

kisses are a must, he loves when you steal kisses from him randomly.

kyo’s favourite time is when you’re sleeping soundly against him while he strokes your hair until he falls asleep too.

his favourite thing is to sing to you, love songs are his go-to so you can feel just how much you mean to him.

jin

you’re the quieter one in the relationship, he’s so chaotic and you love that about him.

mj usually thinks he’s being annoying yet you reassure him that his loudness is your favourite thing about him.

you took him to an amusement park once and now he constantly asks if you want to go again because it was so fun.

his favourite thing about you is that you’re a really good listener, you listen to him rant about things so patiently and still don’t get tired.

masaya

“can you come over to practice?”

you always come and surprise him and his members with their favourite food.

most of the time you watch him dance quietly, and he usually shows off and dances his best to make sure your eyes are on him.

“ini’s leader never disappoints.” “of course, baby.”

leader duties are usually burdensome but you always try to lighten his mood. he feels that when he’s with you, he can finally relax and take a break.

shogo

your lovesick boyfriend taji who wakes up earlier than you due to his demanding idol schedule and smiles while he admires your sleeping figure.

taji thinks you’re his baby whether you’re older or not he will, and loves you openly. he treats you like you’re the only girl on earth.

whenever he sees you with someone else he doesn’t really say anything until you get home and he clings onto you.

you have to reassure him that he’s the only one you want. when he has off days, he comes home to spend it with you all day.

fengfan

he’s always ready to talk to you whether he’s busy or not. fen will make time for you for any reason. you’re his favourite person on earth and he wouldn’t trade you for anything.

cuddles with you in bed just because he can and wants to feel your warmth.

your bf fengfan who recalls the day you both met with anyone you come across.

love has never felt more real when you’re with him. takes care of you and treats you amazingly.

takumi

your bf takumi who’s a good observer and notices when you’re being quiet. he always asks what’s bothering you and doesn’t force you to open up about anything.

takumi is such a sweetheart and loves to take off-guard photos of you doing literally anything.

he always carries a camera with him or uses his phone, only to soft launch you on twitter next.

he plans little picnic dates that you both are always excited about.

yudai

you’ll receive kisses every single hour of every single day. he loves when you shower him with pecks too.

you know that trend where you wear lipstick and kiss someone all over their face? yeah he did that with you and showed it to all his members.

yudai who always has a smile on his face when he sees you do anything he finds cute.

“can i have a kiss before i go?” “yudai!” and he will not leave until he gets a goodbye kiss.

takeru

takechi is a prince in training, so he treats you like a princess by saying words of affirmation all the time.

he always forces you to watch movies with him, especially horror so he can feel you scoot closer to him, even though takeru himself is a little scared too.

but he’ll never tell you that so you can continue to do it with him.

he spoils you rotten by buying you expensive things (because that’s what a prince does) and doesn’t want anything back because he loves seeing you happy.

rihito

every morning he makes sure to wake you up with his deep voice. but of course you love it!

“good morning, baby.” “you scared me, rihito!”

his members tease him about being so down bad for you and even admits it.

rihito’s love language is physical touch so he always is seen hugging you, or even just holding your hand. (he’s so adorable)

he can’t ever leave you alone and is always by your side. loves going on random walks with you and to match outfits when you’re going on dates.

taglist: @turtledove824

(i would die to have one of the members as my bf 😞)

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[altheasmeadow]

Falsely Accused

Word count: 578

Pairing: Seokjin X fem reader

Warnings: Mentions of jail, Police being idiots.

Summary: In which he finds is soulmate in the oddest of ways.

“I didn’t do it.” She groaned as the cop dragged her to a cell, the cold handcuffs digging into her wrist with how hard they dug into her skin.

“Shut up, Min Run the prints!” The officer called to the other, pushing her in and locking the door, walking away back to his desk shortly after.

She huffed and threw her body onto the bench, tossing a hand over her eyes to try and block out the light.

–

“Ugh she’s got that soul bond.” The officer groaned, always getting annoyed when they couldn't pull up the proper documents they needed, he leaned over to the phone, dialing the last known number and listened to the dial tone.

“Hello?” A voice spoke over the speaker making the officer straighten up a bit in his seat.

“Hello, I’m looking for Kim Seokjin from the Seoul Police station.”

“This is He.”

“Great, your soulmate was detained and we got your information when we pulled her prints, we were wondering if you wanted to come and bail her out or leave her overnight?” 

Jin couldn’t believe his ears, his soulmate was waiting for him in a dirty old jail cell. 

“I’ll come get her.” He rushed, beginning to grab his things and run out to his car, leaving all of his members confused since they were supposed to go out to dinner after practice.

— 

Ignoring all of his friends' calls he rushed into the police station with anxiety riddling his body, he was about to meet his soulmate. He rubbed his thumb along his index finger to try and ground himself as he approached the front desk, the all wooden interior not doing anything to soothe his nerves.

“Uh hey, I’m Kim Seokjin.” He said to the officer at the front desk, who raised a finger in response. It took thirty minutes before the thrumming of the bond beneath his skin began to intensify so he knew she was coming closer, he stood to his feet just as the door to the back opened and a very annoyed woman came out with a smug guard.

“So what did she do?” Jin asked, pulling her out of the guard's graspa to his side instead, still holding her so she wouldn’t run.

“Absolutely nothing, these bozos have no proof they just assumed it was me.” The woman huffed, making Jin raise a brow at the statement.

“You were in the area!” 

“There were 50 other people, so I know it wasn’t based on description, it was too dark and busy. Wasn’t based on DNA, I don’t touch things I don’t own because of all of the germs. So Officer please tell me what evidence you had to book me?” She challenged, eliciting a smirk from her soulmate as the guard looked sheepish.

“Come on, let’s get you some food.” Jin smiled sweetly, moving his hand down her back to the small of it to guide her out of the station. “I can’t believe my soulmate is a criminal.” He joked,  opening his car door for her.

“Oh please be the Clyde to my Bonnie.” She played along, until chuckles from behind them were heard, both of their heads snapping in the direction only to see the other 6 group members standing around a car of their own.

“I like her Hyung! She plays on your lame jokes.” Jungkook gave his bunny grin, only to yelp when Jin began chasing him around the car playfully.

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[holdinbacksecrets]

hi!

i saw you taking requests. what about waking up with bts members?

hope you’re feeling good and taking care of yourself!!

thank you for requesting and sharing kind words. sending you love 🖤

sleeping, waking up, and dreaming with bts 

namjoon: did you ever go to sleep? you can’t remember with all the deadlines existing between the two of you. but it’s fun to have a work companion. someone with passion and ambition who smiles when you bring another cup of tea before guiding you down to his lap. he’ll kiss your shoulder and continue on, appreciating the breaks of affection that only come when he’s working from home. you fall asleep after the sun has come up, and he’s far from done. he knows you have lots to do too, but he couldn’t possibly stir you 

jin: he’s so annoying with his mimicked alarm clock sounds and some bullshit about only getting kisses once your eyes are open and you’ve at least escaped the comforter because he knows how tempting its warmth is for you

yoongi: it wasn’t a nightmare, although it should have been. the discomfort is still on your skin. you face him and wait for his eyes to open. you're nervous to see the emotions that stain his orbs. if any anger is leftover. if any resentment is fresh. if the love is clear. but his lips press to your forehead. he’s awake? when did he wake up? he pulls you closer. your hand meets his waist, clutching cotton. his exhale blows your baby hairs, and you fall asleep in his arms because his eyes were soft, sincere, with love so clear

hoseok: your best friend got married. they exchanged vows at sunrise, and the reception won’t begin until that evening. you slipped your shoes off as you walked back to the car, his hand in yours, keeping you balanced. your eyes met, and you smiled. you would’ve looked away a few years ago beneath that gaze, but it’s different now. he’s yours. his eye contact is your favorite kind. you stopped for breakfast. you ate on the drive home with the windows down. you fell asleep in your dress. he escaped his suit jacket. the alarm goes off at 4. he guides you to the shower. kisses through a warm stream and you’re wide awake

jimin: he wakes up before you do and admires you dressed in the sunlight that passes open blinds. the air is cool, but your skin is warm as his fingertip trails the length of your arm, spending time on the tattoos. he smiles at the memory: it feels like forever ago, when you shared their meanings. you were so intriguing; he noticed everything left unsaid. the moments you closed your mouth again because he wasn’t safe for all your vulnerable yet. he wakes up early to admire you in sunlight

taehyung: you wake first and smile as you hold on to the dream that entertained your slumber. he’ll have one to share too. it always works out that way, so you wait to be joined. “your rating?” he questions. “it was good... a strong 7.” “really? mine was barely a 5, so you’re first. let’s hear it.”

jungkook: he took the red eye home, landed at 5, joined you in bed no later than 6, and you slept all day. you couldn’t sleep with him away. the pieces of him you’re used to holding and keeping close lost their touch— were in dire need of a recharge. it’s 8pm when you wake. you’re hot and confused and hoping it’s still saturday. “are you hungry?” “mhmm. what do you want? i can cook.” “baby, you can barely open your eyes. i’ll make something. lay back down.” “no no, it’s ok. i’ve been in this bed alone too many times. i’ll lay down by your feet like my dog used to do.” “i love you.” he muses, all endeared. “mmm, i love you” and your eyes open. you drag a blanket to the kitchen

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[dreamescapeswriting]

Everything’s A Competition ~ KSJ [M] [Request]

⤜WORD COUNT: 5.8K

⤜PAIRING: Seokjin x Fem!Reader

⤜GENRE: Smut minors DNI, Academic rivals to lovers, mentions of cheating ex,  established relationship, protected sex, protective Jin, angst, fluff, competing against one another, cute,

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - July 2022

⤜MASTERLIST

The bell rang about ten minutes ago but you hadn't been dismissed yet, you were still waiting for your results from yesterday's test to be handed out and today's test to be collected in. Not that it mattered to you anyway, you hadn't even been able to write anything but your name on the papers before freaking out and staring out of the window for some kind of relief. This wasn't where you wanted or needed to be right now, you needed your bed and all of the gross breakup movies that you could find. The kind of movies that made you yell at the people on screen. Instead, you were waiting for your test to be over so you could go back to your dorm and pretend that the rest of the world no longer existed to you.

"Miss Yln," You looked up at the teacher and then down at your paper that was blank in front of you, it was obvious that Mrs Lee was concerned about you but you blew it off. You didn't need fake sympathy from her or anybody else in your life. 

"Another blank one..." She could have at least tried to whisper but instead, everyone who was inside of your advanced mathematics turned to look at you after hearing those words. Including Jin who was staring at you with his mouth hanging open a little, he couldn't believe you'd handed in a blank paper. It wasn't like you at all. 

Jin and yourself were at the top in all of your classes that you had together at college and you were constantly being put head to head in different bets that students had. All of them wanted to know who was going to get the top score on all of your tests, comparing your scores with one another and making you academic rivals for almost two years now. It was something the two of you embraced, it was something to keep you on the edge and give you a little more motivation to keep trying to beat him all of the time.

"It's surprising, I'll give you a retest when you're feeling like yourself again," Mrs Lee told you before walking away and going to collect all of the papers from everyone where. People began to murmur to one another as though you weren't in the room and you stared back out of the window. 

It was tiring being stared at all of the time it wasn't a zoo and yet everyone pointed, whispered and stared at you all of the time ever since the news had dropped about you and your ex. Poor Yn, getting cheated on again and again by the jock that ruled over the college campus. It was exhausting having to deal with their staring all of the time and even more exhausting trying to keep up with Jin in class. You were through with competing and quite honestly, you were through with all of your classes. None of it felt good to you anymore, you used to love going to class and studying but everything was going piss up and you didn't want to do this anymore.

"I expect everyone to be here tomorrow, on your best behaviour." Your tutor said to everyone before dismissing you all to go back to your dorms and study. The class began to flood out and you packed up your backpack, sliding up the hood of your hoodie wanting to get out of the room without being spotted. 

Tomorrow was a field trip that everyone within the college seemed to be going on it was mandatory though it was supposed to be something fun to make up for all of the tests everyone had been working hard on.

"Hey, Idiot." Jin's called out as you stepped out into the hallway. Your whole body tensed up as you heard him. You didn't want to get into this right now, not with him so you continued walking down the hall with your head hanging low.

"Leave me alone Jin." You mumbled a little too harshly but he frowned at you. It wasn't like you to be like this, usually, you'd come back at him with your own greeting so he knew there was something going on with you.

"Hey, I was only about to gloat, no need to be so rude." He forced out a laugh to let you know that he was only joking with you but you didn't even stop and speak to him you just walked away with him following behind you.

"Not in the mood." You were doing your best not to yell or draw any kind of unwanted attention to you both but you knew Jin wasn't going to drop this. Not until you either yelled or he found out what was going on with you.

"Jesus, what's crawled up your arse today?"

"Fuck off!" You snapped spinning around to face him. You'd yelled a little too loudly and were now beginning to gain attention from people in the halls who began whispering to one another. Great, just what you needed more rumo’s urs flying around. Jin stared at you as he assessed everything that was going on with you. Wearing sweats and a hoodie when he knew well that you took great pride in your appearance and would never show up to class late. Then there was everyone watching you all of the time, he'd be a fool not to notice that something was happening. He might have been your academic rival but he wasn't going to win because of some kind of technicality with you.

Sighing to himself his hand gently grasped your elbow and he began pulling you to the side of the hall so you wouldn't be in anybody's way. 

"What's going on with you?" He asked as you stared back at him, there was no makeup on your face and you looked tired. More tired than when you did if you'd stayed up all night studying. Jin knew that because the two of you would constantly battle on study nights in the library, staying up far too late trying to best one another.

"Nothing. What do you want?" You breathed out, trying to remain calm as you looked at him. The last thing you wanted to do right now was to spill your broken heart out to Jin you both had better things to do than that.

"How did you do on yesterday's test?" He questioned with a giant smirk,

"Why?" You narrowed your eyes at him as he began to go through the bag that was around his shoulder, smiling brightly as he pulled out the papers for you to see,

"I got 98% baby! I'm beating you once again," 98%? He was beating you again, you'd done everything that you could last month to beat him on every test you'd taken. Seeing the score in front of you did nothing though, it didn't even make you want to try and beat him. If anything, it made you feel worse.

The fact that you were letting some idiot who broke your heart ruin your test scores and yet you couldn't seem to get out of the funk. It was killing you that you felt so unmoved by everything, so numb.

"Cool." You shrugged it off and smiled at him,

"What did you get?" Jin questioned, putting his away and jumping up and down on the spot, excited to see what your results were from everything. This was one of the many things that kept him motivated throughout your time at college, constantly getting to see if you were doing better than him.

"I failed." You told him plainly, shrugging your shoulders as you kept the paper clutched in your hand.

"Liar." Jin scoffed thinking that this was some kind of joke that you were playing on him. It wasn't like you at all to fail a test, Jin knew you too well to think you would fail something unless it was on purpose. Some new tactic to try and lore Jin into a faux sense of security?

"No. I failed." You held out the papers for him to see and his smile dropped from his face,

"You're a fucking liar, let me see." He snatched the papers from your hand and looked down at the papers, there was nothing written on them except for your name and a giant F written across the top. Followed by a note from Mrs Lee asking you to speak with her, he couldn't believe it. How could you fail advanced math when it was the one subject you always seemed to get 99% or 100% if you really committed yourself to it. Jin had never seen you have an F before in his whole time of knowing you.

"Holy shit, this is shit. You're failing?! You need a study buddy. I can do it, I mean, I can't keep going without you competing against me Yn! If...If you don't compete against me I'm going to turn into this big loser who just wanted to get the best scores for no reason other than a personal gain! My ego! It'll be too big to handle!"

"You need to grow up," You mumbled, snatching the papers back from him and scrunching them up into the bottom of your bag so you wouldn't have to look at them again. 

"We're the top in class! We're supposed to be rivals! We're supposed to battle one another all of the time for the top spot in class," You began walking away from him again but he was hot on your trail, this conversation wasn't just going to be over like that.

"You can't just let me win. I'll start thinking I'm better than everyone else and it'll all be your fault you know?" He was trying to get you to laugh with him but every time he bought it all up you just wanted to get away from him.

"Whatever Jin, you're the best. Just drop it." You grumbled, stopping at your locker and throwing your bag inside before shutting it. Jin stared at you, there was clearly something bothering you so much you weren't even attempting to make a jab back at him. The two of you would usually have a playful back and forth with one another but all of that was gone.

"Yn it's all because of you because you can't pull yourself together and study for a little while! Don't be so pathetic and study." 

"Jin." You warned him, looking back at him with darkened eyes. It wasn't because you were pathetic, you were heartbroken and didn't know what to do with yourself. Eric had been everything to you and now he was gone, he cheated on you and it made you feel as though the floor had been swiped out from right under you.

"I'm going to make you study for this resit. You're going to have to do better than my 98% in order for all to be right in the world again." He had a giant smile on his face and it was big enough that you had fluttered a little at the thought of him making you study. The idea of him going through so much effort for you,

"Jin." You whined a little.

"What?! I'm serious. I'm forcing you to study, but it's all for selfish reasons. Don't go thinking I like you or anything. You're not allowed to do anything but study with me from this point on. I'm not letting my future be ruined because you won't compete against me anymore," He warned as you shook your head at him, rubbing the bridge of your nose before letting out a loud sniffle and tears began to roll down your cheeks.

"Okay...Maybe the ruining my future comment was a little harsh...Is something going on?" He panicked. In the last two years Jin had only ever seen you cry twice, once was because of a spider on your desk and the second was because you got an award but they were nothing compared to this.

This cry was scary, you were silent and letting the tears roll down your face as though you didn't even notice that you were crying.

"Please, like you don't already fucking know." You snapped, Jin frowned he hadn't heard of anything happening but he'd been busy with hellfire club and studying to take notice of gossip. Had you and Eric gotten into another one of your dumb fights, again?

"Know what?" He leaned his shoulder against a locker as you stared back at him, letting out a dry and forced laugh.

"Maybe you're not the smartest then," You mumbled, using the sleeves of your hoodie to wipe the tears away from your cheeks as you sniffled a little. Jin stretched his hand out and rubbed your shoulder gently,

"What's going on with you Yn? I know we don't get along but you can talk to me..."

"Why?" You narrowed your eyes at him. It wasn't as though you two hated one another but you did have a rivalry together and you weren't exactly friends. Jin was just there all of the time, you would talk and hang out but you weren't friends...At least you didn't think you were.

"Because I can be nice." He smirked as you rolled your eyes at him playfully,

"Liar." You mumbled,

"Tell me what's wrong, this isn't like you." You stilled for a moment and swallowed the limp in your throat. This was going to be the first time telling anybody except for your mum, Eric had made sure to tell everyone else that he'd cheated on you. 

"Eric cheated on me." The words hardly came out but Jin's smile dropped from his face as he heard what you said. 

"What?" Even though he heard he wanted you to say it again. He needed to hear it so he didn't think that this was all inside of his head.

"He cheated on me...so we're not together anymore." That explained why everyone was staring at you this week and not to mention why you had failed your last couple of tests.

"Oh...and that's why you failed?" He quizzed looking at you as you laid your head on the cold metal of the locket, whining a little as you nodded your head.

"Yeah."

"Whoa...I mean...It's good that you're not with him anymore, he was an arsehole."

"Jin," You whined turning your head to look at him. Jin had never expressed how he felt about Eric in front of you, mostly because the most you and Jin talked about was about studying and never about personal matters. It was just the way the two of you rolled together,

"I'm serious. I'm glad you broke up with him, he's such a pretentious dick and he always liked the fuck around. You know what?" He finished with a question and looked at you, 

"What?"

"He always thought we were together behind his back like I would ever go near you." He teased, gently jabbing your sides making a small hint of a smile play on your lips.

"Seriously though, are you okay?" He questioned, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you let out a loud breath and relaxed a little. It was the first time someone had asked you that, the only time someone had admitted Eric was a dick. Since almost all of the football team had congratulated Eric on cheating on you most of the school followed their path.

"You're the first person to ask me that. Everyone else has just been staring at me and waiting for me to start crying. Or they just point and whisper about me as if I don't know what they're doing." You covered your hands with your face before letting out a long sigh.

"Have you?" Jin raised an eyebrow, you'd cried in front of him just then but he meant a really good and proper cry. Sometimes it helped a person move on when they did that.

"Have I what?"

"Started crying?" He quizzed and you nodded,

"Yeah, but I'm...I'm over that you know? I'm over the fact that he cheated. I just feel...used, like he was only with me for things I could give to him...Then when he realised I was busy he went to other people." You shook your head at yourself. When you first got to college you had a rule, no sex, no dating and no boyfriends and yet you had broken all three of those rules.

"He's a dick...I'll totally kill him if you want? I mean, you're too precious to be hurt by some guy with a tiny dick." Jin played off the compliment by quickly adding a jab at Eric,

"That sounded like a compliment Jin, be careful." You teased as he shook his head at you, nudging your side with his hip.

"You know what I mean. You're too sweet, kind and...fuck, I'll be damned if I let you ruin your academic grades over some jock who can't even tie his own shoelaces."

"Jin." You giggled a little, it was the first time in a week you'd let out a real smile and you couldn't believe it was because of Jin of all people. The boy you were constantly battling against, the same boy who had tried to convince you to join a dumb club he was in. The same guy that had always been there for you over the years and yet you were only just realising it now.

"Look at this," A voice cooed out and your smile dropped as you turned to see Eric watching you with a smirk on his lips, his arm thrown around a cheerleader as he looked at you and Jin together

"The two loveless losers together, fucking already? She's a good lay right Jin? Such a nice and tight pussy." Eric smirked as you stared down at the floor, people all tuning in to listen to what he was saying. The whispering started up again and you wanted nothing more than to crawl into your locker until Eric left you alone.

"Why don't you go run along and take your steroids, Eric?" Jin smirked while your head turned to look at Jin, your eyes widened with fear. Eric wasn't just going to let him get away with talking to him like that and everyone in the hallway knew it as they all let out small gasps.

"What the fuck did you say to me, freak?" Eric's arm dropped from the cheerleader and people were already beginning to chant "fight" at both of the men while recording. This isn't how you pictured the day going and you grabbed Jin's hand, trying to get him to drop this but Jin was completely numb to you being there now.

"You heard me. Run along and take your drugs so we don't have to deal with you and your tiny brain," Jin stepped closer to Eric, easily towering over him as Eric smirked up at Jin. Eric gave you a quick glance before staring back at Jin,

"You're so protective over her, what is it? Is it her pussy? I remember it was pretty good! Especially when she bled all over my cock for her first time!" Everyone laughed as you felt yourself wanting to sink into the floor and never appear again. Eric had been the only guy you'd ever slept with before and he knew that which was why he was using it as a weapon. 

"There really is nothing like breaking in a virgin, but right now she's probably a worn-out whore-" He didn't get to finish his sentence as Jin launched himself at Eric, slamming his fists into his face as his vision was blurred with furry. No one in the world was allowed to talk about you that way especially not some lowlife jock with nothing better to do with his time.

"JIN!" You yelled out trying to grab him and stop him from causing any more of a scene but people were cheering them on and begging Eric to hit him back.

"Come on, I thought you were the big mean jock. Hit me," Jin urged as he dodged a hit from Eric and laughed as the jock began to stumble over his own feet. 

"I thought you were supposed to be good at this shit," Jin smirked punching Eric in the side as he grunted out at the force of Jin's punch. He stood up straight and began to stumble toward Jin but he barely made it a few steps before Jin hauled him by his collar and punched him in the face again,

"JIN!" You screamed wanting this to end, but Jin didn't. He wanted Eric to pay for what he said and did to you, he wasn't going to let him get away with this shit.

"Fucking sick bastard!" Jin roared, hitting him again as the sound of crunching bone ripped through the air followed by a scream of pain from Eric. Eric clutched his nose and swung his free hand at Jin in a clumsy attempt to hit him back but Jin kneed him in the stomach and his fist connected with his jaw. 

Blood flew onto the floor and Eric fell down onto his knees looking up at Jin with a glare, Jin stared back at him before looking at you. 

"You okay?"  Jin questioned as you nodded your head, a little shaken up to see someone fight for you the way that Jin did.

"Pussy whipped," Eric spat out before people began running out of the halls, you grabbed Jin by his arm and began pulling him to walk away.

"Come on, I'll clean you up but we need to not get caught," You whispered but it was too late. Mrs Lee was already staring at you with her arms folded across her chest, looking at the scene around her.

"Mr Kim! Miss Yln!" Mrs Lee yelled out as you stared up at Jin, hoping she was going to let this one slide since it was the first time either of you had ever gotten into an altercation. 

"Nurses station now. Eric, go to your coach!" She spat out orders and you didn't wait around to be yelled at so you began dragging Jin in the direction of the nurse's station. 

"Are you trying to get suspended?" You asked him angrily, pulling him down the halls as he stared at anything but you. 

"He was being a cunt."

"Jin." You warned him,

"I'm serious," He mumbled as you pushed him into the nurse's room and locked the door behind you. You knew how to take care of a couple of cuts and scrapes, you could easily look after Jin and scold him for doing something dumb.

"Easy," Jin hissed as you applied a little alcohol to the cut on his knuckle, you shook your head at him. All of this could have been avoided if he had just ignored Eric, just as you do. Jin was sitting on top of the nurse's bed while you stood between his legs cleaning up his wounds,

"These aren't warrior wounds you know. This isn't that dumb game you play in your club. I don't need you to defend my honour, I'm not some princess in your board game." You mumbled, wiping the knuckle as he looked at you, a small smirk playing on his lips. It was cute that you paid attention to what he did outside of academics,

"So you do know what the club is." He teased as you rolled your eyes at him. It was hard to avoid when all he and his friends did was talk about it whenever they were in the library or in the canteen together.

"How can I not? I hear you guys talking about it all of the time." You threw the cotton pad into the bin and began applying another one, Jin bit down on his tongue before speaking.

"Eddie is very good at creating ideas for the game," He smiles at you and you looked back at him shaking your head,

"You didn't have to do this for me though..." You looked at his hands and back to his face, there wasn't a scratch on him since Eric hadn't been able to get a single hit in.

"I did,"

"To be honest...I didn't know you had it in you," You laughed a little as Jin stared at you. His eyes flicking between your lips and your eyes as you swallowed the lump in his throat, 

"No?"

"I-It was kind of hot," You admitted shyly as Jin felt his cheeks beginning to flame.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah...Like...R-Really fucking hot," You breathed out as you looked at his lips. You'd never wanted to kiss someone more than you wanted to kiss him right now.

"I-I really want to kiss you," You whispered as he looked back at you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he bought you closer.

"I thought you'd never ask." Just like that, your lips connected. It was a soft kiss but the effects were the same as a full make-out session. Sparks flew all over your body and heat grew deep inside of your stomach and you whimpered. Your pulse was raising as you wrapped your arms around the back of Jin's neck, wanting to wrap your entire body around him and devour him until every piece of him was inside of you. 

"J-Jin," You breathed out as he ran his tongue along your bottom lip seeking entry, he yanked you closer and deepened the kiss. His fist held your hoodie tightly as his tongue plundered your mouth. You pressed yourself against him and whined out, you could feel his thick erection pressed against you. 

"S-Shit, Yn." He whispered as you began to run your hand down over him, shamelessly rubbing him as he let out a small whimper at your exploring hands. One hand rubbed him while the other inched beneath his shirt too impatient to wait for him to remove the top. Jin groaned before claiming your mouth again, kissing you deeply and with wanting and hunger. It was something you'd never experienced before and you were never going to get enough of it. 

"Here?" He whispered when he felt you unbuckling his belt, pulling away slowly as you nodded at him. Your core throbbed and your nipples could cut through glass, you needed him. Right here. Right now.

"Please," You breathed out as you felt how hot your skin was getting while Jin whimpered and nodded at you in agreement.

"Fuck, come here," He begged as he jumped down from the bed, laying you down on his place before kissing you once again with so much lust he never wanted to stop. His cock was throbbing beneath his jeans, he wanted to bury himself deep inside of you as quickly as he could but a part of him wanted to savour this. He was so worried you would never want to do this again.

"Are you sure?" He whispered as you pushed down the sweats you were wearing and nodded at him. You were more than sure about this, you needed and wanted Jin. 

"I need you, Jin," You told him before he kissed you again, both of you removing items of clothing until you were completely naked in front of one another. 

"You're so beautiful," He whispered while his fingers slowly moved down your body until he reached your core, making you whimper and buck your hips up to meet his hand. Jin was so much hotter than you originally thought, he was ripped under his clothes and so much bigger than Eric it made your core clench at the thought of him being inside of you. 

"Cute," Jin chuckled before slowly rubbing his fingers over your clit, a loud moan fell from your lips as he watched your chest slowly rise and fall with every breath you took.

"I have one condition to this," He whispered before moving his hand away from your pussy and slowly moving up to your face,

"You're mine." He whispered to you, kissing you softly as he slowly moved his hand down every inch of your skin, 

"Your boobs are mine, your pussy is mine, your ass is mine." He smirks touching each body part he mentioned before rubbing your clit again, each movement of his fingers making you whimper louder than before.

"You belong to me now,"

"F-Fuck! Yes, Jin. I'm yours," You didn't need to be told twice, you just didn't want him to stop what he was doing with his fingers, and he slowly thrust two of them in to you as you cried out loudly. Clenching around his fingers as he smiled in approval as you continued to moan his name out. 

"That's my girl," He breathed out as he slowly began to pump his fingers in and out of you, using the heel of his hand to massage your clit.

"Not too loud, you don't want nurse Ratched to come and see what's going on do you?" He smirked evilly as he continued to move his fingers into you, our eyes met and you moaned out again. At a complete loss for words as he continued to fuck you with only his fingers, 

"You're so hot," He moaned out as he continued to stretch you out with his fingers, kissing your neck as your mind began to get hazy. Your pleasure making you completely lost,

"J-Jin...I-It feels-"

"Did he never make you cum before?" The smirk on Jin's lips only grew wider as you nodded at him, Eric had never been able to make you finish before so you'd always had to fake it

"Cum for me. Let me hear you." Jin begged as he continued to fuck his fingers into you. Your thoughts were consumed by him and only him as you cried out at how good it felt. You clenched around him tightly as your pleasure built and your legs began to shake.

"S-Shit!" You screamed out before your orgasm tipped you over, your nails digging into the paper lining of the bed and ripping it as you came around his fingers.

"Fuck." Jin breathed out as he pulled his fingers out of you and licked them clean, your eyes staying on him the entire time as you slowly reached your hand out to pump him.

"Y-Yn, we cant." He whispered as you frowned,

"I don't have a condom." He admitted shyly before you bit your lip and looked around the small room. 

"T-There'll be one here." You told him before he began looking through all of the drawers finally finding a box full and smirking at you,

"You're in for a long time, baby." He chuckled as he came back over to you, quickly putting the condom on and joining you on the bed as you smirked at him.

"Please, I bet you cum as soon as you enter me," You said playfully as he looked down at you and smirked while he ran his cock through your drenched folds.

"Shall we see who cum's fist?" He quizzed making you giggle a little,

"Is everything a competition with you?

"Only with you." He smirked before slowly pushing into you and whimpering as he held himself still inside of you. Your eyes were screwed shut as you tried to get used to the size of him. You could feel every inch of him stretching you out and tightly around him.

"Oh shit," You moaned out as opened your eyes slowly and looked at him, he blushed as he leaned down to kiss you. You felt like heaven to him, as though he'd finally been in a place he was supposed to be all of this time.

"Y-You can move," You whispered, it must have sounded pathetic but you didn't care. Jin slowly began to move, thrusting softly in and out of you causing you to whimper after every thrust.

"Jin," You moaned out wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and bringing him into a deep kiss. 

"Feel so fucking good," He moaned out as he began to thrust in and out of you a little faster now, no longer being able to hold himself back from you. You were happy to die right here and now, to die in his arms in complete ecstasy that he was giving to you. 

"Holy fuck!" Your back arched away from the bed and he smirked down at you. His cock moving in and out of you making you feel unlike anything you'd ever experienced before, 

"Please Jin," You whispered not wanting to play a stupid competition between you both right now. All you wanted was to cum around him, have him claim you as his own, he bit down on his lip as his hips moved eagerly inside of you. 

"Please...Please! Fuck!" You begged over and over again as he continued to fuck into you, your words encouraging his movements deeper inside of you as you moved out louder. Both of you completely forgot where you were and that others could hear you, you cried out from the intensity of everything. 

"J-Jin." You whimpered as you looked at him, bucking your hips up to meet him as he continued to thrust deeply into you, kissing you lovingly as you squeezed around him. Your whole body was on fire as you cried out louder and louder, 

"C-Close," You told him, sweat dripping down your forehead as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. That was all it took. Your orgasm hit you and it was shattering. It had you crying out loudly leaving you breathless and shaking as your felt your arousal dripping down your legs. Jin cried out as he spilt into the condom and slowly pulled out of you, looking down at you with a smirk. 

"So I think we can agree I won right?" He chuckled as you rolled your eyes at him, softly biting his arm as he shook his head at you. 

"You okay?"

"Y-Yeah, just...need a minute," You giggled a little before he slowly got off the bed and began to give you your clothes back. Sliding you his "hellfire club" jacket with a proud smile,

"The princess has to wear the jacket, to symbolize our relationship," Jin said in a posh accent before you slid it on over your hoodie and looked at him.

"You're lucky I like you, dork," You teased before kissing him deeply once again.

The next day on the trip Jin and you showed up together, you were wearing his jacket and your hands were linked with one another. Showing everyone how happy you were together.

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[levanterhaze]

✧ HOW TO LOVE WITH BTS (HYUNG LINE)

→ jin x reader | yoongi x reader | namjoon x reader | hoseok x reader

→ just a drabble with how the hyung line demonstrates affection & love

→ warning: light smut, nothing to worry about and most fluffly things

kim seokjin, expensive gifts

everything about this man is about wealth and elegance. jin definitely likes to flaunt his fancy suits, imported cars, and lush jewelry, but he prefers to do it all when it comes to you. yes, he sends gifts to your workplace and everyone’s keep wondering what's in that little Versace bag. he constantly gives you distinct gifts, the most extravagant. jewelry, high heels, dresses, bags. but he never does it to show that he obviously has money, but because he wants you to have a comfortable life too. it's his way of showing love and affection. then he presents you with a beautiful dress and a diamond choker, only to sit in an armchair in the hotel room later that night and pour himself a glass of ice and whiskey. "take it off for me." is all he says. he watches you disentangle yourself from the dress, slowly running down your body. and you feel cheap, nefarious, undressing in front of your boyfriend, as he watches you, wearing a million dollar worth suit. then afterward, he brusquely fucks you in front of the window, with you wearing only the jewelry he gave you.

min yoongi, his muse

it's common knowledge that min yoongi writes and produces his own music and he does it in favor of art, of course. but behind all the genius lyrics and rap, there's an inspiration: you. and yoongi finds inspiration in the littlest things that many consider worthless. he’s a simple man but he loves you despite everything. it doesn't matter if he's singing about an ostentatious life or the difficult stages of coping with anxiety and depression: you're behind every letter, every syllable, every meaning. the love he feels for you is so intense, that on a day-to-day basis, he wakes up, seeing you breathing lightly, your body on top of his, and thus, he feels refreshed, because he has a muse. not only the love and support you give him, but also the forbidden meetings in his studio, when he’s overworked and stays up until late night producing and working. you sneak through the halls, taking advantage of the moment to see him. you love each other there, with the achingly insane idea that getting caught by someone is reckless. but you don't care about anything else when he's inside you, hands buried in his hair, hissing babbles in every kiss and every touch.

kim namjoon, soft dates

you've known namjoon too long to discern the parallel life he leads. the man who takes the stage, throwing bars everywhere, making people go insane with that persona, isn’t the same namjoon you know. the namjoon who likes to go to museums with you. which explains his favorite work of art that he knows by heart. he likes to be reserved and have a simple but meaningful life with you. that means spending the day at the beach, walking and having fun. eat cheap but tasty food in places no one else knows but him. enjoy nature, have outdoor picnics, where he prepares sandwiches and fresh fruit for the two of you. namjoon’s romantic and values ​​comfort. it also results in classic movie nights and the two of you trying to piece together a gigantic marvel puzzle, just to prove you can do it. namjoon also likes to make love. slow, passionate, with his hands over yours as he worships your body. spending time with you is what he loves most, aside from the music and career he has.

jung hoseok, traveling

if there’s a man who’s eager to know the world, new cultures, that man is hoseok. but he prefers to have these experiences with you. so whenever possible, he tries to book a trip for the two of you. whether in romantic nights in hawaii, riding a speedboats and having fun day and night on the most paradisiacal islands or making out sessions in the pool, with few lights on with tropical cocktails. he wants to know everything and everyone at the same time, try foods, get to know cultures, see important places, learn about everything. so that makes you his faithful accomplice on all trips. in paris, under the light of the city of love, or on excursions in a paradisiacal place in brazil, where you have contact with nature and everything seems too magical to be true. hoseok wants to fill out his passport pages, but it's only worth it if you're together. and on every trip, he makes sure to have some kind of amulet, so you can never forget the amazing times you've had together during all these trips around the world.

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[bonvoyagenoona]

BTS Case Conceptualizations | Jin

Intro: Thanks again for indulging me as I share more about my characterization process for writing BTS fanfics (for more, check out the tag #how i write)!  This started with a post about how easy or hard it is to write about the guys (you can check it out here), and additional questions about my characterization process! Here are some abridged notes for context:

Psychological principles guide my writing style, partially because of my training, partially because psychology and writing (especially fanfiction writing!) are so intrinsically linked, and partially because I just happen to naturally gravitate toward delving deeper into core beliefs of characters

The framework that I use for characterization is based on cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT), which assumes that people’s core beliefs about the Self, the World, and the Future influence people’s thoughts and actions

I use the members as ways to describe central themes in stories by using them to illustrate conflicts and/or resolutions in beliefs about the Self, the World, and the Future

For more on the series, click here, or follow the tag #bts case conceptualizations!

Jin

Our next installment is for our beloved Seokjinnie!

Jin’s concerns are about his Significance. I always think about his desire to celebrate himself in some ways:

source: JINSONYEONDAN

And I juxtapose that with his shyness when he is being celebrated by other members, like when Hobi was so quick to thank and celebrate Jin for working just as hard for PTD LV even while injured:

source: bellank 18

Contrast that further with how Jin also points out when people aren’t paying attention to him on his special days. Remember Jin’s birthday Vlive in 2020?

source: vlive

We celebrate Jin for being braggadocious in the silliest way. He’s goofy, random, and sweet. But at his heart, he’s humble, even self-deprecating about his capabilities, role, and personality. This particular juxtaposition screams something to my psychologist brain. Jin’s tendency to swing from braggadociousness to self-deprecation often reminds me of this scene from Fleabag, in which her therapist points out her tendency to use humor as a defense mechanism.

I think about this scene all the time. My therapist-y ears perk up when I feel people doing this when I’m talking with them. And we see Jin do this all the time. In fact, it’s a big part of his idol identity. Jin himself acknowledges using “Worldwide Handsome” as a joke:

'I’m nothing special, and I’m someone who doesn’t particularly excel at anything,' Jin said.

'Though people around me don’t think of me that way at all…if I even start to say something like this, they’ll say, "How can you say that? You’ve accomplished amazing things,"' he continued.

'But I still have a hard time accepting that. If someone were to ask me what sets me apart from other people, I wouldn’t have much to say other than "I’m a member of BTS,"' Jin shared.

source: Daily Mail

Humor is a well-known defense mechanism in the Freudian / psychodynamic sense. CBT doesn’t recognize defense mechanisms using the same terminology, but the use of humor can help identify irrational beliefs that one can hold about themselves. Check out these studies that examine the role that humor may play in identifying and breaking down such behavioral patterns.

This allows us to point out the all-or-nothing thinking that we can all succumb to: the idea that “one absolutely must be competent, adequate, and achieving in all important respects or else one is an inadequate, worthless person” (source: Psychology Today).

And I think this is particularly important, as we’ve seen time and time again, when someone is valued for their looks, or something completely arbitrary that they don’t have control over. People discount them. So much so that they may start to discount themselves.

source: anonymous954

And what happens when you’re a small fish in a big pond? What happens when you’re known for your looks, but you’re in an environment where everyone looks incredible? It’s even easier to question what you might bring to the table. To question what might be uniquely yours. What might be uniquely you.

CBT Application Through Core Beliefs

Self: Significance Negative core beliefs: I am insignificant; I am forgettable.  Positive core beliefs: I am integral; I am included.

World: Attention Negative core beliefs: The world ignores me. Positive core beliefs: The world celebrates me.

Future: Negative core belief: People will question if I ever deserved to be here. Positive core belief: People will think I’m special.

At his worst, Jin sees himself as someone who doesn’t contribute anything to the team. In some ways, his sense of humor allows him to mask that insecurity; in other ways, it helps him get to the joke first before anybody else can call him out on what he thinks are his flaws. I’ve been re-reading Nora Ephron’s I Feel Bad About My Neck, and this statement really sums that up:

However, at his best, Jin is particularly powerful.

Jin somehow always finds a way to embrace that insignificance.

'You know how everyone is born with a certain talent? I think my talent is that when something unpleasant happens or when I’m having a tough time mentally, I’m able to forget things quickly,' he said.

Jin added that, 'if I focus on my everyday life, I naturally wind up forgetting and moving forward.'

He also made quite the surprising admission that he doesn't think he's special at all.

source: Daily Mail

He spoke with Yoongi in a very “do or do not, there is no try” kind of way during their chat during season 1 of In the Soop, strongly making the point that happiness cannot be achieved or accomplished; it is merely a state of being. And it’s that enlightenment that I try to speak to in my fics.

Characterizations: A Map of Mrs. Kims, Hideaway

In A Map of Mrs. Kims, which is a work in progress, Jin is a character meant to investigate what it is to live as an independent person in today’s world, someone who is not focused on long-term partnership, someone who is fulfilled as he is on his own. In addition to that, he is a casanova focused on his career and immediate family. But when his mother, or his friends, press him on his love life, he does have a bit of a guard up. He tries to cover this up with jokes that focus instead on his sexual prowess.

“How many girls??” Retsuko’s eyes glisten with curiosity and excitement.

Jin pauses typing and looks sideways at her, eyes narrowing.

“You can’t be reveling in this.”

“I know I tease you relentlessly, but it’s because you’re hot as shit, smart as shit, kind as shit, but shouldn’t be single as shit.”

“I’m not single as shit.”

Jin presses ENTER on his keyboard and lets his initial data analysis run as he swivels his chair to face Retsuko head on.

“I’m just single. It’s not shitty, being single. I go on dates when I want. But I like—”

“—your independence, yeah yeah yeah,” Retsuko mocks, nodding her head exaggeratedly. She sits back and crosses her legs, the inside of her right knee resting on her left. “You do know that you don’t just merge into the person you commit to, right? You’re still your own person. You don’t just… blob together, like glue, or snot, or… or… I dunno, name another viscous fluid.”

Jin smirks.

Retsuko smirks back. “That’s why you’re single.”

“I just have too much viscous fluid in me to save it all for one person,” Jin says, turning back to his screen and scanning the syntax of his analysis. “Sharing is caring.”

“Well,” Retsuko says, “you might find out that after years of sharing—”

“Incessant sharing.”

“Incessant sharing—”

“Messy. Criminally so.”

“After your incessant, messy, criminal, absolutely depraved and disgusting sharing,” Retsuko jokes, “you’ll look up and find that there’s no one to share with anymore.”

Obviously, happiness is not only discovered through romantic partnership. I just happen to enjoy exploring the meaning of different kinds of personal relationships in my fics. But compare AMOMK Jin’s reaction here to Hideaway Jin’s reaction to partnership. 

Here, instead of using humor to deflect or mask, he chooses to be vulnerable. When discussing the nature of his and Y/N’s working relationship, meant to support a chaebol that consists of many families, he decides to be honest about his feelings, particularly about how that affects his friendship and personal relationship with Y/N.

You know what Jin means. If you abide by the current familial obligations, you don’t doubt that this will come up again and again. It puts undue stress on a relationship. Before Kwan, you were hopeful that you’d just find someone who understood. Now, you’re sure that no one will, and you’re beginning to resign yourself to that fate. But you can’t just turn your back on tradition. On power. On your parents. On your family. On Jin.

“I think you’re going to be the only guy in my life,” you say.

Jin’s breath hitches in his chest. You feel his body stutter.

You take some time to finish your tea. You’re feeling better, just waiting for all of this turmoil to settle. And Jin choosing to wait with you is helping.

“I’d be honored to be the next guy,” Jin says with a smirk.

You laugh.

“Why is that funny?” Jin asks, looking at you playfully.

“You know what I meant,” you say, leaning over and setting your empty mug on the table. “It’s just not going to happen for me, as long as I choose to focus on work, and on you.”

“What if you put a different kind of focus on me, then?”

You turn to Jin, confused.

As if to explain, Jin slowly raises his arm, the one that’s between you, the one you’re leaning on, and wraps it around you, under the blanket. He hugs you closer to him. You feel his fingers press against your arm and run down to your hand, intertwining his fingers into yours.

“Think about it, Friday. Think about me.”

You close your eyes and sigh, sinking into his hold.

He does feel good.

You’re looking straight ahead, but he turns his head and rests his chin on top of your head. Under the blanket, he moves his other arm to find your knees, scooping his forearm under them and turning you so that your legs run across his lap. He brings his arms around you, his hand still intertwined with yours. You look at him finally, questioningly. Your arm finds its way to his broad chest, and when you trace the collar of his muscle shirt, the blanket slips off of you both slightly, falling to your waists.

You deepen your touch, feeling the outline of the muscles of his firm chest. He sighs and closes his eyes, breathing hard. You’re starting to feel too warm, like you might start sweating.

He feels you, too. His hands are running up from your ankles to your thigh, moving across your stomach, and then down your other thigh to your other ankle. He grabs hold of your calf and massages it.

His other hand moves to your back, stroking it gently, first with just the knuckle of his thumb, but then with his entire palm, his fingers tickling in its wake. He grabs at your side, and you move against him, pressing into his chest harder, and letting out a little gasp.

You place your hand on his cheek, and he presses his hand over yours. You stroke his cheek, and he licks his lips. You gaze into each other’s eyes, and you see a glimmer of what could be.

But your gut is telling you the same thing that it will tell you in bed at Jin’s hideaway.

This won’t work.

You break your gaze and bring your hands down his neck, down his chest, and then back into your lap. You lean your head against his collarbone.

“We can’t, Jin.”

He watches you silently, both of you cooling back down, his hold feeling more like its usual caring and friendly hug.

“I just want you to know… I’m not a joke, either,” Jin says.

In all of my Jin stories, save maybe one, there is some aspect of insignificance or insecurity about his performance or identity in some way, whether it’s as a professional, or a significant other, or a lover. He often covers that up with humor, and he also has the tendency to act in boyishly, rapscallion-y, selfish, and self-destructive ways in an attempt to keep expectations of him extremely low. By the end of his character arcs, things have rarely changed for him. For example, in Hideaway, he still faces the huge responsibility of taking over his father’s company. However, the way he cognitively reframes his situation helps him see that responsibility through. Similarly to how IRL Jin thinks about BTS, Hideaway Jin realizes that he doesn’t have to do it all himself. And that takes the pressure off.

I write Jin in this way to honor the fact that we all fear our own potential. We have a hard time seeing our own strengths. We get confused when we try to line up with what other people value. When familiarity breeds contempt, knowing ourselves and being extremely self-aware, can sometimes backfire. So, we sometimes need to forget — or at the very least, go easy on ourselves. Jin teaches us how to embrace the things that we are uncomfortable with and turn them into our own joys. In a world where we often wonder what we can bring to the table, or how we can show up for others, we often forget that just showing up at all is more than enough.

As always, thanks for reading! What do you think? Do you agree? Disagree? I’m always interested in hearing what you have to say, so send me an ask or comment below!

🧠 Cheryl

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[vminizzle]

𝔍𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

✑ all my works and writings are purely works of fiction! do not copy and translate without my permission!

(s) : smut (f) : fluff (a) : angst (sg) : suggestive

stargazing || (f) coming soon

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[strawberriescherrieskiwi]

Chaebol's First American Thanksgiving.

Anon request:

Anything Seokjin. 

Wordcount: 1.8K+

Description: Jin’s girlfriends takes him home for Thanksgiving to meet her family and does some cooking with her nana who adores him completely. 

A/N: Happy Birthday little Jinnie-ah. I’ve been working on this off and on for a few weeks. I hope everyone enjoys it.

teacherreader x ChaebolJin

Warning: fluff.

“Jinnie-ah, calm done,” you chuckled placing your hand on his thigh, stopping the inessive jumping it’s been doing since you got on the plane 8 hours ago.

You were bringing Jin home with you for the first time for Thanksgiving. So Jin wasn’t just meeting your parents, but your siblings and extended family and to say he was nervous would be putting it lightly. He looked as if he was going to faint when you told him the number of people that would be there.

“I am calm. Why wouldn’t I be? Families love me. No one can resist Seokjin handsome’s face and charisma.” He said his voice shaking slightly as he smiled down at you. He was still wearing his mask, but he’s eyes crinkled adorably as they always do when he smiles widely.

Giggling slightly, you leaned out of your seat, pulling down your mask and his, kissing him sweetly. “They will love you because I do.”You assured him even if you were unsure if that was true or not.

Your parents were upset when you decided after college to explore the world. You were meant to start working, but you weren’t ready, you still had so much you wanted to see in the world, so you left. Then your two-week trip to South Korea turned into 3 months and they were even more upset when you met Jin and moved in with him immediately and decided to stay in Korea.

He was a few years older, rich, pretty, and privileged. They instantly believed he was taking advantage of you. And you were too stupid and young to see the truth. You argued with them for months about your relationship before giving up and going into low contact with them.

Of course, they just took that as Jin controlling you, but you were an adult, and you were able to make your own decisions, before you met Jin you were planning to stay in Korea anyways as you met some lovely friends and you found a job you fall in love with.

You received your Bachelor's in English with no real set dream in mind and traveling was something you always wanted to do and maybe it would help you find your spark and you did, teaching children. You taught English to 9-year-olds and you loved every moment of it.

You met Jin through your job. His company was sponsoring an event for your school and he came to see all the children and enjoy the event. You were in charge of one of the games and after being hyped up by a bunch of students he played a few rounds and after losing more than winning you still gave him a big stuffed animal.

He smiled appreciatively at you and you couldn’t help but melt looking into his kind eyes and seeing his fluffy hair. He asked you on a date that night and the two of you have been inseparable since.

Yes, your relationship happened fast, but you both were happy and you hoped that bring him home, your parents would see just how kind and loving he was and how much you adored him.

“But, just asking, of course, what if they don’t like me?’ he whispered, looking down at his hands. You sighed softly at your adorable boyfriend, covering his hands with both of yours and giving them a loving squeeze.

“Well, then they won’t like you,” you said simply. 

Jin whined in protest, bring your hands up to his face. “But I want them to like me. I want them to welcome me into the family.” He said miserably.

“Jinnie-ah, we have been together for almost two years. I love you so much and I know you love me, them not liking you won’t change that for me, you know that right? I’m in this with you for the long haul,” you assured him.

He was quiet as he stared into your eyes, seeing the truth of your words within them. “I love you too, so much. I will try to make them like me though, I know how much you miss them.”

You did miss them, but you were an adult and as much as you loved and respected them, you got to make the decision and choices in your life. You hoped they liked him, but at the end of the day, you loved him and that wasn’t going to change, you loved him more due to how much you cared. 

“You will win them over. You’re Kim Seokjin, everyone adores you,” you teasingly reminded him. “You got this,” you added.

“I got this,” he whispered to himself.

Smiling, you leaned your head on his shoulder. “Why don’t we get some sleep before we land, yeah?” you said. Jin smiled down at you, nodding leaning his head on yours.

When you finally arrived at your parent's house, Jin was less nervous, but his grip on your hand was tight and slightly sweaty. Laughing you, bumped your hip against his as you walked to the door.

“Do you think they will let the wine?” He asked, looking from the bottle to you.

“Yes, darling. They will love it, it’s my family’s family, which you didn’t have to buy,” you reminded him.

“I know, I just wanted to get it for them.”

“They’ll love you, Jinnie-ah,” you said, knocking on the door. Your grandmother opened the door a few seconds later, smiling happily when she saw you, instantly pulling you into her arms.

You two hugged happily, exchanging greetings when she pulled away suddenly. “And who is this?” She said, smiling at Jin.

Retaking his hand, you pulled him in front of her. “Nana, this is Jin, my boyfriend,” you said nervously.

Jin smiled at her, bowing to her, offering her his hand. “Hello, it is nice to meet you, I’m Kim Seokjin, Jin for short,” he said formally. Jin’s English was always amazing, he did a lot of business with Americans, but his voice shook as he spoke with her, losing his vowels in some places.

“Oh he is just darling, and so formal and handsome,” he said before pulling him into a hug, causing Jin to squeal and freeze up in her hold. You had to cover your laughter with a cough at his reaction.

“Okay, okay, Nana, let him breathe,” you said after a few seconds of Jin awkwardly patting her back as she did his. She released him ushering you both into the house and closing the door.

“Sorry, I should have told you we are a family of huggers,” You apologized. 

“No no, I like that. I was just surprised. A lot of people don’t really hug me, I was surprised.” He smiled, “And I like it,” 

Before you could say anything your mother rounded the corner with a bunch of other family members. More hugs and pleasantries were exchanged and Jin was introduced to your family. He smiled happily at everyone, bowing, shaking hands, and hugging back when he was pulled into someone's hold.

“Jin is so cute, where on earth did you meet him?” One of your cousins asked as you both helped set the table. 

Laughing, you glanced into the kitchen as your grandmother was teaching Jin how she made her famous deep-fried deviled eggs. Jin intensely listened as she dubbed him her sous chef for the day, which he happily accepted as your parents didn’t seem to warm up to him.

She gave him an apron that had a turkey on it. He looked adorable as he pushes his hair out of his eyes as he double-check if he was putting enough filling into the eggs.

“Is this right, Nana?” He asked, glancing over at her.

She smiled. She told him that he was family now and that is what the family called her. After a few missteps and a few stern glancing from her, he was more comfortable saying it and it easily slipped out.

“That is more than perfect, Jin. Are you sure you aren’t a chef?” She teased.

Jin chuckled, “No, I’m not a chef, but I like to cook a lot. It’s nice to cook and relax, plus I love cooking with Y/n. It’s nice bonding time,” he said.

“Y/n has always been a little chef, helping me in the kitchen since she was young. I’m glad that she has someone to cook with. I’m glad she has you. You are a lovely young man,” she said patting his cheek.

“You don’t know how happy that makes me. I love her so much, I just want to make her happy,” he said

“Oh, I can tell you do. She loves you so much, she’s glancing over at you every few seconds making sure you are okay. I’ve never seen her so happy before.”

Jin glanced over at you, flushing softly at her words, catching your eye. You smiled, waving and blowing him a kiss. Jin playfully catch the kiss and pressed it to his cheek, before dramatically blowing one back causing you to laugh.

You turned back to your cousin. “I met him at work, nowhere fancy, it just happened,” you shrugged. 

“Well, you two are cute together. And nana is clearly in love with him, you know she doesn’t like anyone in the kitchen with her and I overheard her giving him her mac and cheese recipe, which is basically giving him her blessing,” another teased.

It was your turn to feel your cheeks heat up as you once again glanced at the two of them in the kitchen, laughing and cooking together.  “Jin is good with people, everyone loves him,” you told them. 

“And so you do? Are you guying things about marriage, yet?”

“We have when we moved in together we talked about it. We decided to wait a bit longer and just enjoy our relationship as it is, but I do want to marry him one day,” you said, smiling softly.

Dinner was a chaotic mess with food being passed around, your family grilling Jin, and your baby cousin dropping juice all over the table, but Jin took everything in stride, answering all their questions. He was able to charm them like he charmed everyone, even your mother had softened up to him, asking about his job and complimenting him on his help with dinner.

Your hand slipped into Jin’s as your family sat around the table, dinner was cleared away and replaced with desserts, wine, and coffee. Your nana was talking Jin’s ear off about something and you couldn’t help but love him more as he laughed at something she said.

He squeezed your hand turning to look at you. “You okay?” He asked, moving closer to you. You nodded happily, kissing his knuckles.

“Yeah, I’m happy things went better than we expected,” you hummed.

“I am as well. I’m a bit embarrassed with how scared and nervous I was,” he said sheepishly.

“Don’t be. I was just as nervous when I met your family, remember?” You said. 

Jin laughed, covering his mouth as he thought back. “Yes, Yes I remember. Everything that could go wrong went wrong,” He said before laughing.

“Don’t laugh at me Jinnie-ah,” you pouted, slapping his shoulder.

“I’m sorry and I love you,” he said, kissing the side of your head.

#kim seokjin #kim seokjin x reader #kim seokjin imagine #bts fanfic #bts jin imagine #jin imagines #bts x reader #bts jin x reader #jin x reader

[werewolfbansheelove]

HAPPY JINNIE DAY

Happy Birthday to our Worldwide Handsome

Kim Seok-Jin (December 4th 1992)

#bts x reader #bts imagines #bts x you #kim seokjin #seokjin imagine #jin imagines #bts jin

[ourdadai]

lesserafim [ yunjin ] lockscreens ♡

#yunjin icons #yunjin kpop #yunjin headers #yunjin #yunjin le sserafim #yunjin layouts #yunjin lockscreens #yunjin moodboard #yunjin messy icons #yunjin messy layouts #yunjin messy packs #yunjin messy headers #yunjin imagines #yunjin lq #yun jin lee #yunjin instagram #yunjin packs #yunjin edits #yunjin smut #yunjin scenarios #yunjin gifs #lesserafim lq icons #lesserafim lockscreen #lesserafim layouts #lesserafim messy icons #lesserafim messy layouts #lesserafim moodboard #lesserafim icons #lesserafim imagines #lesserafim packs

[angelltheninth]

May i request a jinwoo(solo lvling) smut drabble pls:D?

Yes! The anime adaptation is so good!

Pairing: Sung Jingwoo x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, rivals with benefits, banter, slight pining, competition, possessive sex

A/N: Excited to see him become the badass that I know and love.

RwB!Sung Jinwoo used to hate seeing you on the same dungeon as him, not exactly trying to steal his thunder but clearly enjoying tagging along to mess with him

RwB!Sung Jinwoo would tease you a lot when he'd clear more monsters then you but offer you a consolation prize in the form of a kiss, it used to be a joke between the two of you but as tensions grew so did the realization of that offer until you found yourself on the receiving end of it

RwB!Sung Jinwoo treats it as a somewhat friendly competition to see who can make who finish first, he's not very confidant, he doesn't have much experience himself but he enjoys the cocky then flustered look on your face

RwB!Sung Jinwoo avoids kissing you when you have sex to minimize the chances of any more romantic attachments forming, you only hang out when you go to clear dungeons and when you have sex

RwB!Sung Jinwoo respects your abilities yet refuses to admit defeat easily, always striving to be better and faster, to prove to everyone that he's not the loser he once was and when he feels especially down he turns to you and under the guise of your benefits wants to not think about his worries for a while

RwB!Sung Jinwoo is a very passionate and giving lover despite your differences and bickering, when he does something he does it well and that incudes you

RwB!Sung Jinwoo always makes sure you finish, it doesn't matter who does it first but you have noticed his orgasms are a lot stronger after he makes you come, even if his dick wasn't inside you at the time

RwB!Sung Jinwoo is careful not to hurt you further in case you got injured and keeps his pace slow and even until you start riding his cock harder because how dare he think his cock can break you when a demon couldn't

RwB!Sung Jinwoo doesn't mind you seeing other people but absolutely does not want to know anything in detail, he will always fuck you harder if he notices you talking to someone that you're even a bit flirty with

RwB!Sung Jinwoo always leaves first and clears a few more demons before going home because that's the only way he can deal with, ignore and push down these feelings he's been getting whenever he sees you

#sung jin woo x reader #sung jinwoo smut #sung jinwoo x reader #solo leveling x reader #solo leveling #sun jin woo x fem reader #solo leveling smut #solo leveling x reader smut #manhwa x reader #manhwa x you #manhwa imagine #manhwa headcanon #manhwa smut #webtoon x reader #webtoon imagine #webtoon heacanon #webtoon smut

[jonathankai]

Whenever I try to imagine relationship between adult Jin Ling and Jiang Cheng, it's always JC going "boo-hoo, now that he's all grown up, he will fly away from the nest and forget all about me and leave my old bones to rot as things should be" and JL going "FINALLY. FINALLY IT'S MY TURN TO FUSS OVER YOU".

Something like this:

JL: When was the last time you touched grass? No. No, look me in the eyes. Answer the question. When was. The last time. You touched grass? Okay, I'm staying here and I'm not going anywhere until you touch grass. Go on, do it. No. No, don't you dare! Come on. Just a little bit, it's okay. There you go! Wasn't so bad, was it? --------------------------- JC (staying in the distance, holding hands to his mouth and shouting): IS IT ENOUGH BASKING IN THE SUN????? JL (watching him from afar, also holding hands to his mouth and shouting): FORTY SECONS DOESN'T COUNT AS 'BASKING IN THE SUN'!!! JC: FUCK!!! ---------------------------

(Jiang Cheng and Jing Ling are enjoying dinner in silence, when suddenly--) JL: Name three good things that happened to you recently. JC: *grumbles* JL: Come on. JC: Uhh..... Okay, I..... Uuuuuuugh... I saw a cute dog yersteday! JL: Oh, that's a good one. I'll count this for two. JC: Aaaand I just named a good thing that counts for two? JL: That's two plus zero. Think harder, uncle.

--------------------------- JC: Sometimes I wish you flew away from the nest and left my old bones to rot. JL: You should have thought about it before taking care of me.

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JL: From now on you will sleep at least six hours per night. JC: No. JL: It's either that or hugging Wei Wuxian next time you see him. JC: Six hours is good, I can do that. (Jiang Cheng turns Lotus Pier upside down to find a rat who keeps reporting to Jin Ling about his sleep schedule. He can't find that person. Of course he can't! They are ALL rats!)

#JC had several people in disguise to check on JL's whereabouts #JL spent half of his childhood at Lotus Pier so he just went and conspired with the WHOLE LOTUS PIER to make JC live a good life #imagine JC sniffing flowers while writhing and hissing (literally) because little joys are a foreign concept to him #but don't worry he's in good hands he'll get there #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #jiang cheng #jiang wanyin #jin ling #jin rulan #mdzsips